"You dirty cur!" Roger"s broad palm crumpled up the paper, and with a swift backward movement tossed it at Mrs. Stephen"s feet. "Out of the way, Jose; he asks me to let him go, and I will." He lifted the wretched man, and, flinging him on the window-seat, pinned him there for a moment with his knee while he groped for the latch and thrust open the broad lattice.
A moment later, as she stood and shook, Mrs. Stephen saw her legal adviser swung up by his collar and the seat of his breeches and hurled, still squealing, out upon the flagstones of the courtlage; saw him tumble sprawling, pick himself up, and flee for the gate without even waiting to pick up his wig or turning to shake his fist. Nay, without one backward look, but weakly clutching at his coat, which had been split up the back and dangled in halves from his neck, he broke for the open country and ran.
"Thank you," said she, as Roger swung round upon her in turn. Her lips were smiling, but she scarcely recognised her own voice. "Am--am I to follow by the same way?"
Roger did not smile, but took her by the wrist.
"Gently, Mr. Stephen--gently, I implore you!" interposed Mr. Jose.
Roger did not seem to hear, and the woman made no resistance. He led her through the hall, across the threshold of Steens, and up the courtlage path. At the gate, as he pushed it wide for her, his grip on her wrist relaxed, and, releasing her, he stood aside.
She paused for one instant, and gently inclined her head.
"Stepson, you are a very foolish man," said she. "Good-day to you!"
She pa.s.sed out. Roger closed the gate grimly, slipped forward its bolt, and walked back to the house.
But the woman without, as he turned his back, stepped aside quickly, found the wall, and, hidden by it, leaned a hand against the stonework and bowed her head.
A moment later, and before Roger had reached the front door, her hand slipped and she fell forward among the nettles in a swoon.
VI.
"Well, _that"s_ over!" said Roger, returning to the dining-room and mopping his brow. "Upon my word, Jose, that nasty varmint gave me quite a turn for the moment, he spoke so confident."
"Tut, tut!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Mr. Jose, pacing the room with his hands clasped beneath his coat-tails.
"Do you know," Roger continued musingly, "I"m not altogether sorry the woman showed her hand. Sooner or later she had to be got rid of, and a thing like that is easier done when your blood"s up. But Lord! could anyone have thought such wickedness was to be found in the world!"
The lawyer rounded on him impatiently. "Mr. Stephen," said he, in the very words the widow had used two minutes before, "you"re very foolish man, if you"ll excuse my saying it."
"Certainly," Roger a.s.sured him. "But be dashed to me if I see why."
"Because, sir, you"re on the wrong side of the law. Your father executed that will, and it"s genuine; or the vermin--as you call him--would never have taken that line with me."
"I daresay. But what of that?"
"What of that? Why, you"ve cut yourself off from compromise--that"s all.
You don"t think a fellow of that nature--I say nothing of the woman--will meet you on any reasonable terms after the way you"ve behaved!"
"Compromise? Terms? Why, dang it all, Jose! You"re not telling me the old fool could will away Steens, that has pa.s.sed as freehold from father to son these two hundred years and more?"
"The law allows it," began Mr. Jose; but his outraged client cut him short.
"The law allows it!" he mimicked. "How soon d"ye think they"ll get the country to allow it? Why, the thing"s monstrous--"tis as plain as the nose on your face!"
"Oh, you"ll get sympathy, no doubt!"
"Sympathy? What the devil do I want with sympathy? I want my rights, and I"ve got "em. What"s more, I"ll keep "em--you see! Man, if that limb of Satan dared to come back, d"ye think the whole countryside wouldn"t uphold me? But he won"t; he won"t dare. You heard him squeal, surely?"
"Drat the very name of politics!" exclaimed Mr. Jose so inconsequently that Roger had good excuse for staring.
"I don"t take ye, Jose."
"No, I daresay not. I was thinking of Sir John. He"s up at Westminster speechifying against corruption and Long Parliaments, and, the pamphleteers say, doing ten men"s work to save the State; but for your sake I wish he was home minding the affairs of his parish. For I do believe he"d be for you at the bottom of his heart, and, if he used his influence, we might come to a settlement."
""Settlement"?" Roger well-nigh choked over the word. He took three paces across the room and three paces back. His face twitched with fury, but for the moment he held himself in rein. "Look here, Jose, are you my lawyer or are you not? What in thunder do I want with Sir John?
Right"s right, and I"m going to stand on it. You _know_ I"m in the right, and yet, like a cowardly attorney, at the first threat you hum and haw and bethink you about surrender. I don"t know what _you_ call it, sir, but _I_ call it treachery. "Settlement?" I"ve a d.a.m.ned good mind to believe they"ve bought you over!"
Mr. Jose gathered up his papers. "After that speech, Mr. Stephen, it don"t become me to listen to more. As your father"s friend I"m sorry for you. You"re an ill-used man, but you"re going to be a worse-used one, and by your own choice. I wish indeed I may prove mistaken, but my warning is, you have set your feet in a desperate path. Good-day, sir."
And so Roger Stephen quarrelled with his wisest friend.
VII.
Young Mrs. Stephen awoke in her bed of nettles, and sitting up with her back to the wall, pressed her hands to her temples and tried to think.
She could not. For the moment the strain had broken her, and her mind ran only on trifles--her wardrobe, a hundred small odds and ends of personal property left behind her in the house.
She could not think, but by instinct she did the wisest thing--found her feet and tottered off in the direction of Nansclowan. She had barely pa.s.sed the turning of the road shutting her off from his sight when Mr.
Jose came riding out by the stable gate and turned his horse"s head towards h.e.l.leston.
When Lady Piers heard that Mrs. Stephen was below in the morning-room and wished to speak with her, she descended promptly, but with no very goodwill towards her visitor. She suspected something amiss, for the maid who carried up the news had added that the widow was "in a pretty pore,"
and wore not so much as a shawl over her indoor garments. Also she knew, as well as her commoner neighbours, that the situation at Steens must be a difficult one. Now Lady Piers was a devoted and gentle-hearted woman, a loving wife and an incomparable housekeeper (the news had found her busy in her still-room), but her judgment of the young fisher-girl who had wheedled old Humphrey Stephen into matrimony was that of the rest of her s.e.x; and even good and devout women can be a trifle hard, not to say inhuman, towards such an offender.
Therefore Lady Piers entered the morning-room with a face not entirely cordial, and, finding the pretty widow in tears, bowed and said, "Good-morning, Mrs. Stephen. What can I do for you?"
"He"s turned me out!" Mrs. Stephen sobbed.
"Indeed!" Lady Piers was not altogether surprised. "He used no violence, I hope?"
"I d--don"t know what you"d c--call violence, my lady, but he pitched Mr.
Trudgian through the window."
"That seems to border on violence," said Lady Piers with a faint smile.
"But who is Mr. Trudgian?"
"He"s my lawyer, and he comes from Penzance."
"I see." Lady Piers paused and added, "Was it not a little rash to introduce this Mr. Trudgian? In the circ.u.mstances,"--she laid a slight stress here--"I should have thought it wiser to leave the house as quietly as possible."
"But--but the house is _mine_, my lady . . . every stick of it willed to me, and the estate too! Mr. Trudgian had drawn up the will, and was there to read it."