Truby, and to take upon himself the whole conduct of the action. And, in the most urgent terms, he desired the lawyer to bring it to an issue with the utmost despatch. Some surprise, he said, was evidently intended. It was just within the sphere of possibility, that by delay they might find a clue to the plot. Never mind that. It was at least as possible they might not, and they might as well learn it from their adversaries. Beaten at first, they would triumph in the end. At the same time, they would of course go into court prepared, as far as they could be, to meet every possible objection that could be imagined. He would be obliged by Mr. Winter retaining Mr. Seymour Rereworth as his junior counsel.
Randolph had signed his letter, and laid down his pen. He read carefully over what he had written, caught up the quill again, and added--
"P.S.--It is my father"s marriage that is attacked."
With quick and trembling fingers he folded the missive, sealed and directed it. So much was done.
Then he wrote to Rereworth, who had been called to the bar the preceding term, and intended to join the western circuit at the coming a.s.sizes.
The letter was as follows:--
"MY DEAR REREWORTH,
"An action has just been commenced against me, in which I have requested Winter to offer you a brief. If you will not object to hold it, I shall rejoice; but if, under the circ.u.mstances, you feel the slightest reluctance, pray decline without hesitation. Do not think that a refusal would vex me.
"It is ejectment, brought by Mr. Pendarrel, and, I have no doubt, for all the property which is left me here. There can be only three grounds for the claim. First, they may set up some will or deed, which would be forged. Secondly, they may impeach the marriage of my grandfather (Mr. Pendarrel"s half brother), which is very unlikely. Thirdly, they may attack my father"s; which, I write it with shame and sorrow, is what I believe they mean to do.
"Winter is acquainted with all the circ.u.mstances of that unhappy union. I have written to him; but I could not dwell upon the subject. To you I would hint, that it is among my maternal relations that a clue to the plot will probably be found. They have, perhaps, had reason to complain, and they have pa.s.sion enough to seek revenge.
"I levy a tax upon your friendship in asking you to engage in a cause which, you will at once see, involves many personal considerations, and must produce great pain. Do not, I again say, consider yourself in any way bound to pay it; and believe me, whatever be your decision, to be, my dear Rereworth,
"Still faithfully yours,
"RANDOLPH TREVETHLAN."
These letters, together with one from Mr. Griffith, were despatched to their destination that afternoon. Griffith wrote at much greater length than his master, refreshing Mr. Winter"s memory as to many points in the family history. In particular, he detailed all the facts relating to the marriage of Margaret Ba.s.set. For it was impossible not to be struck by the idea that this action might be an attempt to give effect to the vulgar rumours. And Griffith remembered, with some anxiety, that the only witness to the ceremony, at present available, was old Maud Ba.s.set, and that it was not quite certain which way her testimony might incline.
On the other hand, the steward found pleasure in thinking that they could raise so strong a presumption in favour of the marriage, from Mr.
Trevethlan"s own conduct, and from the conviction of all his household, as could only be shaken by evidence of the most peremptory description.
The temporary excitement which had strung Randolph"s nerves and restored his composure while he wrote his letters, died away when they were finished. The sport with which all the country was alive, precluded him from his usual excursion. He ascended with Helen to the roof of the watch-tower, which commanded a very extensive view of the scene of action, and looked listlessly upon the animated landscape. The shouts of the contending parties came up to the brother and sister, now near and now distant, now from the hollow of a dell, now from the ridge of an upland. Sometimes the holder of the ball led the conflict full in their sight; sometimes it disappeared in the intricacy of a thicket; sometimes it approached, and Trevethlan seemed to be winning; then it receded, and victory appeared to favour Pendarrel. Immediately below them, at the foot of the base-court was the village-green, gay with the bright ribands and merry laughter of the country girls. Helen partly forgot the cares of the new law-suit, in gazing on the jocund landscape.
"I wonder, Randolph," she said, "whether Mercy Page"s sweetheart is in the game to-day. The poor little girl"s been quite fretting about him, ever since he went away to London; and she owned to me, the other day, she had been to drop a pebble in Madron Well, and that wretched dame Gudhan frightened her half out of her wits."
"Who is Mercy"s sweetheart?" her brother asked.
"Oh, it is Michael Sinson. He is in the service of Mrs. Pendarrel."
Helen had answered before she recollected the morning"s communication.
"Ha! indeed!" Randolph exclaimed.
"And Polydore tells me that Edward Owen is just as peevish for her sake," the sister continued, "as she for her absent swain"s. And he goes much among the discontented, and attends the night meetings, all out of love. So you see there"s quite a little romance in the hamlet; Romeo and Juliet _en paysan_."
"Of old," Randolph said, mechanically, for his thoughts were otherwise engaged, "he would have gone on the high road."
Helen, perplexed, looked in her brother"s face, and saw the abstraction in which he was absorbed. She turned her attention on the game, which was now approaching its close. A dense throng appeared in the lane which debouched at the further end of the green, shouting, struggling, and fighting, till at last the victor of the day bounded to the goal, and threw up the ball in triumph. The acclamations which hailed his success roused Randolph from his reverie.
"See, brother," said Helen, "we have won. Let it be an omen for us."
"Ah!" he replied, smiling fondly upon her, and reverting to an idea she had suggested, "I wish we believed such things. I would consult St.
Madron myself. As it is, I have written to consult our friend Rereworth.
But the game is over: let us go down."
Helen was pleased to hear that Randolph was in correspondence with one whom she had liked in his visits to Hampstead, and also at the expression of his face, and the cheerful accent with which he spoke. But it was only one of the fluctuations of the barometer in a storm.
He had exulted at first receiving the notice of action, because it gave him what he had wished for,--a personal quarrel with the Pendarrels.
Before it he never felt quite satisfied with himself. He had his misgivings concerning his reception of that first letter of condolence.
He desired a right to make reprisals on his own account. Anything that would render his union with Esther"s daughter a greater triumph over herself, was acceptable to his perverse temper.
But this froward feeling was short-lived. Randolph remembered Mildred"s position, and reflected that if she loved him, as he believed, everything that widened the breach between him and her family would be a source of misery to herself. In the pursuit of his selfish revenge, he had entirely forgotten the suffering it would inflict upon his mistress.
He was precluded from seeking her as the friend of those who should be dear to her; and it was not, surely, for him to exult in any exasperation of their hostility.
And then he thought of the law-suit almost in despair. It seemed that Esther Pendarrel, not content with breaking his father"s heart, and driving him to ruin, was proceeding after his death to defame his memory: pretending that, he had imposed upon his family by a fict.i.tious marriage: seeking to have his children stripped of their name, and made infamous in the eyes of the world. The mother of her whom Randolph loved, was trying to degrade him to a position in which his alliance would be a disgrace.
And his own mother, whom he only knew by that strange dream, yet regarded with the fondest affection, whose fame he had but recently declared he would defend with his life,--her good name was also to be sacrificed to satisfy the vengeance of this haughty woman. What! were these the things in which he had exulted? That the breach which his father had provided one means--dubious and remote indeed, but still a means of healing--should be rendered irremediable for ever! For who could pardon an attack like this?
Of the action itself, and its consequences, Randolph took little heed.
To think of it would only be to perplex himself concerning the precise artifice which was to be used at the trial: he was content to wait till it came. Nevertheless, he noted Helen"s chance information respecting Michael Sinson"s employment, but Griffith had already mentioned it to Mr. Winter.
Late in the evening the steward brought an account of the fray which terminated the village sports, to the little turret-room where Polydore was sitting with his old pupils. Jeffrey had been down on the green, partic.i.p.ating in the evening revels; but the careful warder returned to his post as soon as anger took the place of amus.e.m.e.nt. And so fitful was Randolph"s mood that he now heard even of this disturbance with regret, as he fancied it might introduce some fresh element of discord into the family feud.
CHAPTER VIII.
"Era gia l"ora che volge "l disio A" naviganti, e"ntenerisce il cuore, Lo di ch"han detto a" dolci amici addio, E che lo nuovo peregrin d" amore Punge, se ode squilla di lontano, Che paja "l giorno pianger che si muore."
Dante.
Mercy Page was an old acquaintance of Helen"s, and was wont to bring her all the gossip of the village, intermingled with her own little adventures. And so she told Miss Helen the story of her pilgrimage to Madron Well, and the fierce denunciations of Dame Gudhan. And the young lady, after smilingly chiding her for her simple proceeding, taught her to smile also at the ill words of the pythoness. But now Mercy thought she had the laugh on her side, for she had heard the twilight tales about the castle, and availed herself of the familiarity which Helen allowed her, to inquire concerning them at head-quarters.
"D" ye know, Miss Helen," she asked, "what they"re saying about the green yonder? How there"s a pale lady all in white, that walks through the castle by night, and fleers you and Mr. Randolph sadly?"
"All I can say, Mercy," Helen answered, with a smile, "is that I have met no lady answering that description, either by night or by day."
"They tell it so in whispers," the fair rustic continued; "I cannot well say what is the story. It"s something about somebody that some one murdered a very long while ago."
"Ah, Mercy, people are always fond of a ghost story," Helen said. "And so I hear Michael was in the game the other day. You had a merry dance at last, I expect."
"Then, Miss Helen," said the girl, "I don"t well know what"s come over Michael. He"s very different from before he went to London."
Helen sighed, thinking Michael was not the only one who had been so altered. And in truth, Mercy was quite right. If her old lover pretended to court her now, it was in a spirit very opposite to that which animated him before his employment by Mrs. Pendarrel. His object was twofold; to make use of the unsuspecting maiden as a spy within the castle, and to achieve one of those conquests which he had heard boasted of as great exploits in the society he frequented in town. But love is frequently as blind to the qualities of its object as the attachment of animals, and Mercy was as ignorant of Michael"s intentions, as the faithful dog in the story, that his master was a murderer.
In truth, Sinson was exceedingly anxious to know what was pa.s.sing in Trevethlan Castle. He felt a feverish curiosity to discover what was there thought of the law-suit which was just commenced. Certain himself, that the case which he had submitted to Mr. Truby was una.s.sailable, he was still nervously desirous to learn in what manner his opponents prepared to resist it. What did they guess? What did they suspect? What line of investigation did they pursue? The proceedings were like a duel in the dark. Neither party knew anything of his adversary"s moves. A stab in the back was perfectly legitimate. And so Sinson, naturally imputing to others the conduct from which he would not shrink himself, trembled lest he might be over-reached after all, and find his artifices recoil upon their deviser.
And upon this cast he had set all his desires. Upon the result of this trial depended the issue of all his weary manoeuvring. It would either place him in a position to demand his own terms, or it would leave him unable to obtain any. His victory would be complete, or his ruin total.
But so far, although he was eager for news of his opponents, he entertained no doubt whatsoever of his own triumph.
Meantime, he trusted chiefly to Mercy for intelligence of what pa.s.sed at the castle, and she told him all she knew, with the most innocent frankness. Trembling at shadows, he had been really alarmed at the tale of poor Margaret"s apparition. Aware of what was in contemplation, and like all his race p.r.o.ne to superst.i.tion, he did not conceive there was anything so very improbable in such a visitation, and he felt that it would not be for the orphans that its warning was intended. He was glad to hear from Mercy that the story was unfounded.