"Yes, sir," she said. "Is it anything very particular, please?"
"Yes, ma"am, very particular," answered the baronet.
She called to her handmaid, and installed her quickly in her seat, and so led the baronet to an occupied room on the ground-floor. Sir Harry closed the door, and told her who he was. The landlady recognised his baronetage with a little courtesy.
"I"m a relation of Mr. Marston"s, and I"ve come down here to make an inquiry; I want to know whether he has been leading an orderly, quiet life since he came to your house."
"No one more so, please, sir; a very nice regular gentleman, and goes to church every Sunday he"s been here, and that is true. We have no complaint to make of him, please, sir; and he has paid his bill twice since he came here."
The woman looked honest, with frank, round eyes.
"Thank you, ma"am," said Sir Harry; "that will do."
An hour later it was twilight, and Mr. Marston, on entering his sitting-room after his walk, saw the baronet, who got up from his chair before the fire as he came in.
The young man instantly took off his hat, and stood near the door, the very image of humility. Sir Harry did not advance, or offer him his hand; he gave him a nod. Nothing could be colder than this reception.
"So, Richard, you have returned to England, as you have done most other things, without consulting me," said the cold, deep voice of Sir Harry.
"I"ve acted rashly sir, I fear. I acted on an impulse. I could not resist it. It was only twelve hours before the ship left New York when the thought struck me. I ought to have waited, I ought to have thought it over. It seemed to me my only chance, and I"m afraid it has but sunk me lower in your esteem."
"It is clear you should have asked my leave first, all things considered," said Sir Harry, in the same tone.
The young man bowed his head.
"I see that very clearly now, sir; but I have been so miserable under your displeasure, and I do not always see things as my calmer reason would view them. I thought of nothing but my chance of obtaining your forgiveness, and, at so great a distance, I despaired."
"So it was to please me you set my authority at naught? By Jea! that"s logic."
Sir Harry spoke this with a scornful and angry smile.
"I am the only near kinsman you have left, sir, of your blood and name."
"My name, sir!" challenged Sir Harry, fiercely.
"My second name is Rokestone--called after you," pleaded Mr. Marston.
"By my sang, young man, if you and I had borne the same name, I"d have got the Queen"s letter, and changed mine to Smith."
To this the young gentleman made no reply. His uncle broke the silence that followed.
"We"ll talk at present, if you please, as little as need be; there"s nothing pleasant to say between us. But I"ll give you a chance; I"ll see if you are a changed man, as your letter says. I"ll try what work is in you, or what good. You said you"d like farming. Well, we"ll see what sort of farmer you"ll make. You"ll do well to remember "tis but a trial.
In two or three days Mr. Blount will give you particulars by letter.
Good evening. Don"t come down; stay here. I"ll go alone. Say no more; I"ll have no thanks or professions. Your conduct, steadiness, integrity, shall guide me. That"s all. Farewell."
Mr. Marston, during this colloquy, had gradually advanced a little, and now stood near the window. Sir Harry accompanied his farewell with a short nod, and stalked down the stairs. Mr. Marston knew he meant what he said, and therefore did not attempt to accompany him downstairs. And so, with a fresh pair of horses, Sir Harry immediately started on his homeward journey.
I, who knew at the time nothing of what I afterwards learned, was still in a suspense which n.o.body suspected. It was ended one evening by Sir Harry Rokestone, who said:
"To-morrow my nephew, Richard Marston, will be here to stay, I have not yet determined for how long. He is a dull young man. You"ll not like him; he has not a word to throw at a dog."
So, whatever his description was worth, his announcement was conclusive, and Richard Marston was to become an inmate of Dorracleugh next day. I find my diary says, under date of the next day:
"I have been looking forward, with a trepidation I can hardly account for, to the arrival which Sir Harry announced yesterday. The event of the day occurred at three o"clock. I was thinking of going out for a walk, and had my hat and jacket on, and was standing in the hall. I wished to postpone, as long as I could, the meeting with Mr. Marston, which I dreaded. At that critical moment his double knock at the hall-door, and the distant peal of our rather deep-mouthed bell, startled me. I guessed it was he, and turned to run up to my room, but met Sir Harry, who said, laying his hand gently on my shoulder:
""Wait, dear--this is my nephew. I saw him from the window. I want to introduce him."
"Of course I had to submit. The door was opened. There he was, the veritable Mr. Marston, of Malory, the hero of the Conway Castle, of the duel, and likewise of so many evil stories--the man who had once talked so romantically and so madly to me. I felt myself growing pale, and then blushing. Sir Harry received him coldly enough, and introduced me, simply mentioning my name and his; and then I ran down the steps, with two of the dogs as my companions, while the servants were getting in Mr.
Marston"s luggage.
"I met him again at dinner. He is very little changed, except that he is much more sun-burnt. He has got a look, too, of command and melancholy.
I am sure he has suffered, and suffering, they say, makes people better.
He talked very little during dinner, and rather justified Sir Harry"s description. Sir Harry talked about the farm he intends for him--they are to look at it to-morrow together. Mr. Blount seems to have got a load off his mind.
"The farm is not so far away as I had imagined--it is only at the other side of the lake, about five hundred acres at Cl.u.s.ted, which came to Sir Harry, Mr. Blount says, through the Mard.y.k.es family. I wonder whether there is a house upon it--if so, he will probably live at the other side of the lake, and his arrival will have made very little difference to us. So much the better, perhaps.
"I saw him and Sir Harry, at about eight o"clock this morning, set out together in the big boat, with two men, to cross the lake.
"Farming is, I believe, a very absorbing pursuit. He won"t feel his solitude much; and Mr. Blount says he will have to go to fairs and markets. It is altogether a grazing farm."
The reader will perceive that I am still quoting my diary.
"To-day, old Miss Goulding, of Wrybiggins, the old lady whom the gossips of Golden Friars once a.s.signed to Sir Harry as a wife, called with a niece who is with her on a visit, so I suppose they had heard of Mr.
Marston"s arrival, and came to see what kind of person he is. I"m rather glad they were disappointed. I ordered luncheon for them, and I saw them look toward the door every time it opened, expecting, I am sure, to see Mr. Marston. I maliciously postponed telling them, until the very last moment, that he was at the other side of the mere, as they call the lake, although I suffered for my cruelty, for they dawdled on here almost interminably.
"Sir Harry and Mr. Marston did not return till tea-time, when it was quite dark; they had dined at a farm-house at the other side. Sir Harry seems, I think a little more friendly with him. They talked, it is true, of nothing but farming and live stock; and Mr. Blount joined. I took, therefore, in solitude, to my piano, and, when I was tired of that, to my novel.
"A very dull evening--the dullest, I think, I"ve pa.s.sed since we came to Dorracleugh. I daresay Mr. Marston will make a very good farmer. I hope very much there may be a suitable residence found for him at the other side of the lake."
Next my diary contains the following entry:
"Mr. Marston off again at eight o"clock to his farm. Mr. Blount and I took a sail to-day, with Sir Harry"s leave, in the small boat. He tells me that there is no necessity for Mr. Marston"s going every day to the farm--that Sir Harry has promised him a third of whatever the farm, under his management, makes. He seems very anxious to please Sir Harry.
I can"t conceive what can have made me so nervous about the arrival of this very humdrum squire, whose sole object appears to be the prosperity of his colony of cows and sheep.
"Sunday.--Of course to-day he has taken a holiday, but he has not given us the benefit of it. He chose to walk all day, instead of going to church with us to Golden Friars. It is not far from Haworth. So he prefers a march of four and twenty miles to the fatigue of our society!"
On the Tuesday following I find, by the same record, Sir Harry went to visit his estate of Tarlton, about forty miles from Golden Friars, to remain away for three or four days. That day I find also Mr. Marston was, as usual, at his farm at Cl.u.s.ted, and did not come home till about nine o"clock.
I went to my room immediately after his arrival, so that he had an uninterrupted _tete-a-tete_ with Mr. Blount.
Next day he went away at his usual early hour, and returned not so late.
I made an excuse of having some letters to write, and left the two gentlemen to themselves a good deal earlier than the night before.
"Mr. Marston certainly is very little in my way; I have not spoken twenty words to him since his arrival. I begin to think him extremely impertinent."
The foregoing is a very brief note of the day, considering how diffuse and particular I often was when we were more alone. I make up for it on the following day. The text runs thus:
"Mr. Marston has come off his high horse, and broken silence at last. It was blowing furiously in the morning, and I suppose, however melancholy he may be, he has no intention of drowning himself. At all events, there has been no crossing the mere this morning.