I made him no answer; perhaps I could not do so at the moment. I was excited; his serene temper made me more so.
"I have described my obligations, Miss Ware," he said. "Your lowest view of them can now charge me with no treachery to you. It is true I cannot be a friend in the sense in which the world reads friendship. My first allegiance is to Heaven; and in the greatest, as in the minutest things, all my obedience is due to that organ of its will which Heaven has placed above me. If all men thought more justly, such relations would not require to be disclosed or defended; they would simply be taken for granted--reason deduces them from the facts of our faith; we are the creatures of one G.o.d, who has appointed one Church to be the interpreter of his will upon earth."
"Every traitor is a sophist, sir; I have neither skill nor temper for such discussions," I answered, proving my latter position sufficiently.
"I had no idea that you could have thought of visiting here, and I hoped I should have been spared the pain of seeing you again. Nor should I like to continue this conversation, because I might be tempted to say even more pointedly what I think than I care to do. Good-bye, Mr.
Carmel, good-bye, sir," I repeated, with a quiet emphasis meant to check, as I thought, his evident intention to speak again.
He so understood it. He paused for a moment, undecided, and then said:
"Am I to understand that you command me to come no more?"
"Certainly," I answered, coldly and angrily.
His hand was on the door, and he asked very gently, but I thought with some little agitation:
"And that you now end our acquaintance?"
"Certainly," I repeated, in the same tone.
"Heaven has sent my share of sorrow," he said; "but no soldier of Christ goes to his grave without many scars. I deserve my wounds and submit. It must be long before we meet again under any circ.u.mstances; never, perhaps, in this life."
He looked at me. He was very pale, and his large eyes were full of kindness. He held out his hand to me silently, but I did not take it. He sighed deeply, and placed it again on the handle of the door, and said, very low:
"Farewell, Miss Ware--Ethel--my pupil, and may G.o.d for ever bless you!"
So the door opened, and he went.
I heard the hall door shut. That sullen sound smote my heart like a signal telling me that my last friend was gone.
Few people who have taken an irrevocable step on impulse, even though they have done rightly, think very clearly immediately after. My own act for a while confounded me. I don"t think that Mr. Carmel was formed by nature for deception. I think, in my inmost soul, I believed his denial, and was sure that he had neither act nor part in the management of Lady Lorrimer"s will. I know I felt a sort of compunction, and I experienced that melancholy doubt as to having been quite in the right, which sometimes follows an angry scene. In this state I returned to mamma to tell her all that had pa.s.sed.
CHAPTER XL.
A RAINY DAY.
Mamma knew nothing distinctly about the state of our affairs, but she knew something generally of the provision made at her marriage, and she thought we should have about a thousand a year to live upon.
I could hardly recognise the possibility of this, with Mr. Forrester"s forbodings. But if that, or even something like it, were secured to us, we could go down to Malory, and live there very comfortably. Mamma"s habits of thinking, and the supine routine of her useless life, had sustained a shock, and her mind seemed now to rest with pleasure on the comparative solitude and quiet of a country life.
All our servants, except one or two, were under notice to go. I had also got leave from mamma to get our plate, horses, carriages, and other superfluous things valued, and fifty other trifling measures taken to expedite the winding-up of our old life, and our entrance upon our new one, the moment Mr. Forrester should tell us that our income was ascertained, and available.
I was longing to be gone, so also was mamma. She seemed very easy about our provision for the future, and I, alternating between an overweening confidence and an irrepressible anxiety, awaited the promised disclosures of Mr. Forrester, which were to end our suspense.
Nearly a fortnight pa.s.sed before he came again. A note reached us the day before, saying that he would call at four, unless we should write in the meantime to put him off. He did come, and I shall never forget the interview that followed. Mamma and I were sitting in the front drawing-room, expecting him. My heart was trembling. I know of no state so intolerable as suspense upon a vital issue. It is the state in which people in money troubles are, without intermission. How it is lived through for years, as often as it is, and without the loss of reason, is in my eyes the greatest physical and psychological wonder of this sorrowful world.
A gloomier day could hardly have heralded the critical exposition that was to disclose our future lot. A dark sky, clouds dark as coal-smoke, and a steady down-pour of rain, large-dropped and violent, that keeps up a loud and gusty drumming on the panes, down which the wet is rushing in rivers. Now and then the noise rises to a point that makes conversation difficult. Every minute at this streaming window I was looking into the street, where cabs and umbrellas, few and far between, were scarcely discoverable through the rivulets that coursed over the gla.s.s.
At length I saw a cab, like a waving ma.s.s of black mist, halt at the door, and a double knock followed. My breath almost left me. In a minute or two the servant, opening the door, said, "Mr. Forrester," and that gentleman stepped into the gloomy room, with a despatch-box in his hand, looking ominously grave and pale. He took mamma"s hand, and looked, I thought, with a kind of doubtful inquiry in her face, as if measuring her strength to bear some unpleasant news. I almost forgot to shake hands with him, I was so horribly eager to hear him speak.
Mamma was much more confident than I, and said, as soon as he had placed his box beside him, and sat down:
"I"m so obliged to you, Mr. Forrester; you have been so extremely kind to us. My daughter told me that you intended making inquiries, and letting us know all you heard; I hope you think it satisfactory?"
He looked down, and shook his head in silence. Mamma flushed very much, and stood up, staring at him, and grew deadly pale.
"It is not--it can"t be less--I hope it"s not--than nine hundred a year.
If it is not that, what is to become of us?"
Mamma"s voice sounded hard and stern, though she spoke very low. I, too, was staring at the messenger of fate with all my eyes, and my heart was thumping hard.
"Very far from satisfactory. I wish it were anything at all like the sum you have named," said Mr. Forrester, very dejectedly, but gathering courage for his statement as he proceeded. "I"ll tell you, Mrs. Ware, the result of my correspondence, and I am really pained and grieved that I should have such a statement to make. I find that you opened your marriage settlement, except the provision for your daughter, which, I regret to say, is little more than a thousand pounds, and she takes nothing during your life, and then we can"t put it down at more than forty pounds a year."
"But--but I want to know," broke in poor mamma, with eyes that glared, and her very lips white, "what there is--how much we have got to live on?"
"I hope from my heart there may be something, Mrs. Ware, but I should not be treating you fairly if I did not tell you frankly that it seems to me a case in which relations ought to come forward."
I felt so stunned that I could not speak.
"You mean, ask their a.s.sistance?" said mamma. "My good G.o.d! I can"t--we can"t--I could not do that!"
"Mamma," said I, with white lips, "had not we better hear all that Mr.
Forrester has to tell us?"
"Allow me," continued mamma, excitedly; "there must be something, Ethel--don"t talk folly. We can live at Malory, and, however small our pittance, we must make it do. But I won"t consent to beg." Mamma"s colour came again as she said this, with a look of haughty resentment at Mr. Forrester. That poor gentleman seemed distressed, and shifted his position a little uneasily.
"Malory," he began, "would be a very suitable place, if an income were arranged. But Malory will be in Sir Harry Rokestone"s possession in two or three days, and without his leave you could not get there; and I"m afraid I dare not encourage you to entertain any hopes of a favourable, or even a courteous, hearing in that quarter. Since I had the pleasure of seeing Miss Ware here, about ten days or a fortnight since, I saw Mr.
Jarlcot, of Golden Friars; a very intelligent man he evidently is, and does Sir Harry Rokestone"s business in that part of the world, and seemed very friendly; but he says that in that quarter"--Mr. Forrester paused, and shook his head gloomily, looking on the carpet--"we have nothing good to look for. He bears your family, it appears an implacable animosity, and does not scruple to express it in very violent language indeed."
"I did not know that Sir Harry Rokestone had any claim upon Malory,"
said mamma; "I don"t know by what right he can prevent our going into my house."
"I"m afraid there can be no doubt as to his right as a trustee; but it was not obligatory on him to enforce it. Some charges ought to have been paid off four years ago; it is a very peculiar deed, and, instead of that, interest has been allowed to acc.u.mulate. I took the liberty of writing to Sir Harry Rokestone a very strong letter, the day after my last interview with Miss Ware; but he has taken not the slightest notice of it, and that is very nearly a fortnight ago, and Jarlcot seems to think that, if he lets me off with silence, I"m getting off very easily.
They all seem afraid of him down there."
I fancied that Mr. Forrester had been talking partly to postpone a moment of pain. If there was a shock coming, he wanted resolution to precipitate the crisis, and looked again with a perplexed and uneasy countenance on the carpet. He glanced at mamma, once or twice, quickly, as if he had nearly made up his mind to break the short silence that had followed. While he was hesitating, however, I was relieved by mamma"s speaking, and very much to the point.
"And how much do you think, Mr. Forrester, we shall have to live upon?"
"That," said he, looking steadfastly on the table, with a very gloomy countenance, "is the point on which, I fear, I have nothing satisfactory--or even hopeful," he added, raising his head, and looking a little stern, and even frightened, "to say. You must only look the misfortune in the face; and a great misfortune it is, accustomed as you have been to everything that makes life happy and easy. It is, as I said before, a case in which relations who are wealthy, and well able to do it, should come forward."
"But do say what it is," said mamma, trembling violently. "I shan"t be frightened, only say distinctly. Is it only four hundred?--or only three hundred a year?" She paused, looking imploringly at him.
"I should be doing very wrong if I told you there was anything--anything like that--anything whatever certain, in fact, however small. There"s nothing certain, and it would be very wrong to mislead you. I don"t think the a.s.sets and property will be sufficient to pay the debts."
"Great Heaven! Sir--oh! oh!--is there nothing left?"