"But, after all, what"s the use of puzzling one"s brain?" the solicitor asked. "You inherit the estate, with an income that should keep you in luxury for the remainder of your days, therefore why trouble about it?"
"That is so; but supposing Douglas is still alive--I only say supposing--now what would be the result?" Graham shrugged his shoulders, and his visage elongated.
"It"s no use apprehending such a _denouement_. You are absolutely certain that the body is his, are you not?" he asked.
"I"m positive of it. The curious deformity of the ear I remember quite distinctly."
"Then you will swear before the coroner to-morrow that he is your brother?" he observed, regarding the young man keenly.
"I shall."
"In that case no more need be said. We shall immediately proceed to prove the will, and you will be master of Coombe."
"Indeed," exclaimed Hugh, with a light laugh, as he rose to depart.
"I"m in luck"s way to-day. A few hours ago I little thought myself so near being a wealthy man."
"No; it must be a very pleasant surprise," the old gentleman said, rising and grasping his new client"s hand. "I heartily congratulate you on your good fortune, Mr. Hugh. I shall call upon you at noon to-morrow, and we will attend the inquest together. Your interests will be safe in my hands, so for the present good-bye."
"Good-day, Graham. I"ll expect you to-morrow," Hugh replied, and, lighting a cigar, he went out.
CHAPTER SIX.
VALERIE DEDIEU.
"Look! there she goes! Isn"t she lovely? By Jove, she"s the most charming woman I"ve ever met!"
"The less of her sort there are about, the better for society at large, old fellow."
"What? You know her?"
"Yes. Unfortunately."
"Oh, of course. Some frivolous tale; but I"ll not hear a word of it.
Some people are never satisfied unless they are polluting a fair name, or washing their neighbour"s dirty linen."
"That"s meant to be personal, I suppose?"
"As you please."
"And where did you make her acquaintance, pray?"
"Quite casually; a week ago."
"And you"ve taken her for three drives, and walked on the promenade with her?"
"If I have, what crime have I committed beyond arousing your jealousy?"
"I"m not jealous in the least, I a.s.sure you, old chap," replied Jack Egerton, smiling. "But the fact is, Hugh, I"ve always considered you a man, and never believed that you could develop into a brainless, lovesick swain. Yet it appears you have. We"ve known each other long enough to speak plainly, and if you take my advice you"ll steer clear of her."
"Why do you give me this mysterious warning, old chap?"
"She"s bewitching, I admit: but a pretty face is not all that is desirable in a woman. If you"re on the lookout for a suitable partner-- and it seems you are--I advise you not to make her your wife, or you"ll repent it. Besides, a rich man like yourself can choose from among the younger and possibly better-looking bargains offered by anxious but impecunious mothers."
"Oh yes; I know all about that," replied Hugh impatiently. "I shall never take any advice upon matrimony, so you are only wasting breath.
The man who frowns at coquetry is often willing enough to wink at the coquette. I"m master of my own actions, and were we not old friends, Jack, I should consider this abominable impertinence on your part."
"But, my dear fellow, it is in your own interests that--"
"Bother my interests! Have another cigar and shut up!"
"Very well, as you please."
The two men, who were thus discussing the merits of a female form which had just pa.s.sed, were seated at an open window at the Queen"s Hotel, at Eastbourne. It was an August morning, warm, with scarcely a breath of wind. The cerulean sky reflected upon the clear sea, gla.s.sy and calm in the sunlight, while the white sails of the yachts and the distant outlines of larger vessels relieved the monotonous expanse of blue, and added effect and harmony to the scene.
A fashionable crowd of loungers were pa.s.sing and reusing the window, keeping under the shadow of the uses: for the fair ones who frequent seaside resorts, presumably for health, never desire their faces tanned.
Now that the legal formalities had been accomplished, and Hugh Trethowen found himself with a comfortable competence, he, no longer world-weary, had recommenced a life of enjoyment. It was a pleasant reflection to know that his creditors had been paid in full, that he had repaid the thousand pounds he had obtained dishonourably, that he was no longer likely to be troubled by duns, and that his trusted servant Jacob had been reinstalled master of his chambers. He had spent a few weeks at Coombe, and formally taken possession of the home of his youth; then he returned and went to Eastbourne, having induced Egerton to put aside work and spend a short holiday with him.
After this discussion regarding the lady, he sat back in his chair, with a cigar in his mouth, looking unutterably bored. Truth to tell, he was a little out of temper; the weather was oppressive, and he hated discussions, as he always argued that life was too short, and breath too precious, to waste on trying to convince any one against his will.
As he sat there he gazed out upon the expanse of blue, and lapsed into silent contemplation.
The object of his admiration, who had just pa.s.sed their window, was dressed with elegance and taste in a dainty pearl-grey creation of Worth"s, a hat of the latest French mode, the whole being surmounted by a cool-looking lace sunshade, the tint of which served to enhance her extraordinary beauty.
She was one of those women frequently met with in Society, whose past is enveloped in a mist of uncertainty, yet they cannot be termed adventuresses, for their adventures, as far as known, are nothing extraordinary, and _les conveyances_ have always been respected and rigorously preserved. Men liked her because her foreign accent and gesture added a vivacious piquancy to her manner, and women tolerated her because she was affable, fashionable, and _chic_. Scandalous tongues had certainly done their utmost to injure her reputation, but had failed. She numbered many smart people among her friends, but not even her enemies could accuse her of vulgarity or indiscretion. All that was known was that she possessed ample means, moved in a good set, and was a conspicuous figure wherever the _haut monde_ poured forth her children--at Trouville, Royat, Brighton, on the _plage_ at Arcachon, or the Promenade des Anglais at Nice, according to the season and fashion.
"Let"s go for a stroll, old fellow," suggested Hugh, rising, and tossing his cigar out of the window.
"I"ve some letters to write."
"Oh, let them wait. Come along."
Egerton"s features were clouded by a frown of displeasure. He yawned wearily, but rose and accompanied his friend.
They strolled along the parade, and back, and then out to the end of the pier. Trethowen"s eager eyes soon descried the object of his admiration, seated alone under the shadow of the pavilion, apparently engrossed in a novel. She looked up in surprise at their approach, and after mutual greetings they seated themselves beside her.
Valerie Dedieu, whose features were flushed--for she had been startled by their sudden appearance--was certainly remarkably pretty. She was gentle and winning, with a well-formed head, and a tall, graceful figure that any woman might have envied. Her large, expressive dark eyes, protected by their fringe of long lashes, had that look, at once stubborn and gentle, provocative and modest, wanton and ardent, of the Frenchwoman. The expression of her face was ever changing; now her eyes, cast down demurely, seemed to indicate a coy modesty; now her pouting lip betrayed a slight annoyance, only to be succeeded by a charming smile which disclosed an even row of pearly teeth.
As Hugh gazed upon her he remembered his friend"s mysterious warning, and asked himself what evil could lurk under so innocent a countenance.
"I had no idea you were acquainted with M"sieur Egerton," she exclaimed, suddenly turning to him.
"Oh yes; we are old friends," Hugh replied, smiling.
"Ah! what an age it is since we met," she said, addressing the artist, her words just tinged with an accent that added charm to her musical voice.
"It is, mademoiselle," he answered, somewhat sullenly; "I scarcely expected to come across you here."
She darted a sharp, inquiring glance at him, and frowned, almost imperceptibly. Next second she recovered her self-possession, and with a light laugh said: "Well, there seems some truth in the a.s.sertion that the world is very small after all."