"I can"t justify anything I have done; but in my letter I ventured to say a few words in extenuation," he continued. "I don"t expect to soften my uncle"s just resentment, but I am most anxious, Mr. Blount, my best friend on earth, to recover something, were it ever so little, of the ground I have lost in your opinion."
"Time, sir, tries all things," answered the new-comer, gently; "if you mean to lead a new life, you will have opportunity to prove it."
"Was my uncle softened, ever so little, when he heard that the Conway Castle had gone down?" asked the young man, after a short silence.
"I was with him at breakfast when the morning paper brought the intelligence," said Mr. Blount. "I don"t recollect that he expressed any regret."
"I dare say; I can quite suppose it; I ought to have known that he was pleased rather."
"No; I don"t think he was pleased. I rather think he exhibited indifference," answered Mr. Blount.
With some grim remarks I believe the young man"s uncle had received the sudden news of his death.
"Did my uncle see the letter I wrote to you, Mr. Blount?"
"No."
"And why not?"
"You will not think, I hope, that I would for any consideration use a phrase that could wound you unnecessarily when I tell you?"
"Certainly not."
"Your letter mentioned that you had lost your papers and money in the ship. Now, if it should turn out that you had, in short, misstated anything----"
"Told a lie, you mean," interrupted the young man, his face growing white, and his eyes gleaming.
"It would have been discourteous in me to say so, but such was my meaning," he answered, with a very kind look. "It has been one object with me during my life to reconcile courtesy with truth. I am happy in the belief that I have done so, and I believe during a long life I have never once offended against the laws of politeness. Had you deceived him so soon again it would have sunk you finally and for ever. I thought it advisable, therefore, to give you an opportunity of reconsidering the statements of your letter before committing you by placing them before him as fact."
The young man flushed suddenly. It was his misfortune that he could not resent suspicion, however gross, although he might wince under the insult, all the more that it was just. Rather sulkily he said:
"I can only repeat, sir, that I have not a shilling, nor a cheque; I left every paper and every farthing I possessed in my despatch-box, in my berth. Of course, I can"t prove it; I can only repeat that every guinea I had in the world has gone to the bottom."
Mr. Blount raised his head. His square face and ma.s.sive features confronted the younger man, and his honest brown eyes were fixed upon him with a grave and undisguised inquiry.
"I don"t say that you have any certainty of recovering a place in your uncle"s esteem, but the slightest prevarication in matters of this kind would be simply suicidal. Now, I ask you, sir, on your honour, did no part of your money, or of your papers, go by rail either to Bristol or to London?"
"Upon my honour, Mr. Blount, not a farthing. I had only about ten pounds in gold, all the rest was in letters of credit and cheques; and, bad as I am, I should scarcely be fool enough to practise a trick, which, from its nature, must be almost instantaneously self-exposed. My uncle could have stopped payment of them; probably he has done so."
"I see you understand something of business, sir."
"I should have understood a great deal more, Mr. Blount, and been a much better man, if I had listened to you long ago. I hope, in future, to be less my own adviser, and more your pupil."
To this flattering speech the old man listened attentively, but made no answer.
"Your letter followed me to Chester," said Mr. Blount, after an interval. "I received it last night. He was in London when I saw him last; and my letter, telling him that you are still living, may not reach him, possibly, for some days. Thus, you see, you would have the start of him, if I may so describe it, without rudeness; and you are aware he has no confidence in you; and, certainly, if you will permit me to say so, he ought not to have any. I have a note of the number of the cheque; you can write a line saying that you have lost it, and requesting that payment may be stopped; and I will enclose it to Messrs.
Dignum and Budget."
"There"s pen and ink here; I"ll do it this moment. I thought you had renounced me also; and I was going to write again to try you once more, before taking to the high road," he said, with dismal jocularity.
It wrung the pride of the young man sorely to write the note. But the bitter pill was swallowed; and he handed it, but with signs of suppressed anger, to Mr. Blount.
"That will answer perfectly," said the man in black.
"It enables you to stop that cheque by this post, without first seeing my uncle; and it relieves you," said the young man, with bitter and pitiless irony, "of the folly of acting in the most trifling matter upon my word of honour. It is certainly making the most of the situation. I have made one great slip--a crime, if you like----"
"Quite so, sir," acquiesced Mr. Blount, with melancholy politeness.
"Under great momentary temptation," continued the young man, "and without an idea of ultimately injuring any human being to the amount of a single farthing. I"m disowned; any one that pleases may safely spit in my face. I"m quite aware how I stand in this infernal pharisaical world."
Mr. Blount looked at him gravely, but made him no answer. The young gentleman did not want to quarrel with Mr. Blount just then. He could not afford it.
"I don"t mean you, of course," he said; "you have been always only too much my friend. I am speaking of the world; you know, quite well, if this unlucky thing takes wind, and my uncle"s conduct towards me is the very thing to set people talking and inquiring, I may as well take off my hat to you all, drink your healths in a gla.s.s of prussic acid, and try how a trip to some other world agrees with me."
"You are speaking, of course, sir, in jest," said Mr. Blount, with some disgust in his grave countenance; "but I may mention that the unfortunate occurrence is known but to your uncle and to me, and to no other person on earth. You bear the name of Marston--you"ll excuse me for reminding you, sir--and upon that point he is sensitive and imperious. He considered, sir, that your bearing that name, if I may so say, without being supposed guilty of a rudeness, would slur it; and, therefore, you"ll change it, as arranged, on embarking at Southampton.
It would be highly inexpedient to annoy your uncle by any inadvertence upon this point. Your contemplating suicide would be--you will pardon the phrase--cowardly and impious. Not, indeed, if I may so say consistently with the rules of politeness," he added, thoughtfully, "that your sudden removal would involve any loss to anybody, except, possibly, some few Jews, and people of that kind."
"Certainly--of course. You need not insist upon that. I feel my degradation, I hope, sufficiently. It is not his fault, at least, if I don"t."
"And, from myself, I suggest that he will be incensed, if he learns that you are accepting the hospitality of Mr. Ware"s house. I think, sir, that men of the world, especially gentlemen, will regard it, if the phrase be not discourteous, in the light of a shabby act."
"Shabby, sir! what do you mean by shabby?" said Mr. Marston, flaming up.
"I mean, sir--you"ll excuse me--paltry; don"t you see?--or mean. His feelings would be strongly excited by your partaking of Mr. Ware"s hospitality."
"Hospitality! Shelter, you mean; slates, walls--little more than they give a beast in a pound! Why, I don"t owe them a crust, or a cup of tea.
I get everything from the hotel there, at Cardyllion; and Mr. Ware is a thousand miles away!"
"I speak of it simply as a question of expediency, sir. He will be inflamed against you, if he hears you have, in ever so small a matter, placed yourself under any obligation to Mr. Ware."
"But he need not hear of it; why should you mention it?"
"I cannot practise reserve with a man who treats me with unlimited confidence," he answered, gently. "Why should you not go to the hotel?"
"I have no money."
"But you get everything you want there on credit?"
"Well, yes, that"s true; but it would scarcely do to make that move; I have been as ill as ever I was in my life since that awful night on the rocks down there. You can have no idea what it was; and the doctor says I must keep quiet. It isn"t worth while moving now; so soon as I have funds, I"ll leave this."
"I will lend you what you require, with much pleasure, sir," proffered Mr. Blount.
"Well, thanks, it is not very much, and it"s hard to refuse; one feels such a fool without a shilling to give to a messenger, or to the servants; I haven"t even a fee for the doctor who has been attending me."
Determined by this pathetic appeal, Mr. Blount took a bank-note of ten pounds from his purse and lent it to Mr. Marston.
"And, I suppose, you"ll remove forthwith to the hotel," he said.