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THE
TENANTS OF MALOEY.
(Reprinted from the " Dublin University Magazine.")
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BY
JOSEPH SHERIDAN LE FANU,
AUTHOR OF " UNCLE SILAS, '* " GUY DEYERELL." " THE HOUSE
BY THE CHURCHYARD," ETC. ETC.
IN THREE VOLUMES.
VOL. II.
LONDON :
TINSLEY BROTHERS, 18, CATHERINE ST., STRAND.
1867.
[The Bight of Translation in reserved.]
LONDON :
BRADBCHT, EVANS, AND CO.. PRINTERS, WH1TEFRIARS.
TO
CONTEXTS.
CHAP. PAGE
I. — IX THE OAK PARLOUR— A MEETING AND PARTING. 1
II. — JUD.EUS APELLA 12
III.— MR. LEVI VISITS MRS. MERVYN . . . . 21
IV. — MR. BENJAMIN LEVI RECOGNISES AN ACQUAINT-
ANCE 32
V. — A COUNCIL OF THREE 44
VI.— MR. DINGWELL ARRIVES 56
VII. — MR. DINGWELL MAKES HIMSELF COMFORTABLE . 68
VIII. — THE LODGER AND HIS LANDLADV ... 76
IX. — IN WHICH MR. DINGWELL PUTS HIS HAND TO
THE POKER 87
X. — CLEVE VERNEY SEES THE CHATEAU DE CRESSERON 102
XL— SHE COMES AND SPEAKS 112
XII. — CLEVE VERNEY HAS A VISITOR . . . . 125
XIII. — THE REV. ISAAC DIXIE SETS FORTH ON A MISSION 136
XIV.— OVER THE HERRING-POND 146
VI
CONTENTS.
CHAP. PAGE
XV.— Mi:. CLBVE VERNKV PAY8 A VI8IT TO ROBEMABY
157
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XVI. — IN LORD \t.i:m:v\s LIBRARY .
XVII. — AN OVATION
XVIII. — OLD FRIENDS ON THE GREEN
XIX. — VANE ETIIERAGE GREETS LORD VERNEY
XX.— REBECCA MERVYN READS HER LETTER
XXI. — BY RAIL TO LONDON ....
XXII. — LADY DORMINSTER's BALL
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CHAPTER I.
IN THE OAK PARLOUR A MEETING AND PARTING.
" Gossiping place Cardyllian is," said Miss
Anne Sheckleton, after they had talked on a
little in silence. " V>That nonsense the people do
talk. I never heard anything like it. Did you
ever hear such a galamathias ? n
The young lady walking by her side answered
by a cold little laugh —
" Yes, I suppose so. All small country towns
are, I believe," said she.
" And that good old soul, Mrs. Jones, she does
invent the most absurd gossip about every body
that imagination can conceive. Wilmot told me
the other day that she had given her to under-
stand that your father is a madman, sent down
here by London doctors for change of air. I
2 THE TENANTS OF B1ALORY.
make it a point never to mind one word she says;
although her news, I confess, does amuse me."
" Yes, it is, very foolish. Who are those Ethe-
rages ? M said Margaret.
" Oh ! They are village people — oddities/'
said Miss Sheckleton. " From all I can gather,
you have no idea what absurd people they are."
" He was walking with them. Was not he?"
asked the young lady.
" Yes — I think so," answered her cousin.
Then followed a long silence, and the elder
lady at length said —
" How fortunate we have been in our weather ;
haven't we ? How beautiful the hills look this
evening!" said the spinster; but her words did
not sound as if she cared about the hills or the
light. I believe the two ladies were each acting
a part.
" Yes," said Margaret ; " so they do."
The girl felt as if she had walked fifty miles
instead of two — quite worn out — her limbs aching
with a sense of fatigue ; it was a trouble to hold
her head up. She would have liked to sit down
on the old stone bench they were passing now,
and to die there like a worn-out prisoner on a
march.
Two or three times that evening as they sat
unusually silent and listless, Miss Anne Sheckleton
A MEETING AND PARTING. 3
peeped over her spectacles, lowering her work for
a moment, with a sad inquiry, into her face, and
seemed on the point of speaking. But there was
nothing inviting to talk, in Margaret's face, and
when she spoke there was no reference to the
subject on which Miss Sheckleton would have
liked to speak.
So, at last, tired, with a pale, wandering smile,
she kissed the kind old spinster, and bid her
good night. AVhen she reached her room, how-
ever, she did not undress, but having secured her
door, she sat down to her little desk, and wrote a
letter ; swiftly and resolutely the pen glided over
the page. Nothing added — nothing erased; each
line remained as she penned it first.
Having placed this letter in its envelope, and
addressed it to "Cleve Yerney, Esq., Ware," she
opened her window. The air was mild ; none of
the sharpness in it that usually gives to nights at
that time of year, a frosty foretaste of winter.
So sitting by the window, which, placed in one
of the gables of the old house, commands a view
of the uplands of Cardyllian, and to the left, of
the sea, and the misty mountains — she sat there,
leaning upon her hand.
Here, with the letter on her lap, she sat, pale
as a meditating suicide, and looking dreamily
over the landscape. It is, at times, some little
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incident of by-play, or momentary hesitation of
countenance, that gives its whole character and
force to a situation. Before the retina of Mar-
garet one image was always visible, that of Cleve
Yerney as she saw him to-day, looking under
Agnes Etherage's bonnet, with interest, into her
eyes, as he talked and walked by her side, on the
Green of Cardyllian.
Of course there are false prophecies as well as
true, in love ; illusions as well as inspirations,
and fancied intimations may mislead. But Mar-
garet could not doubt here. All the time she
smiled and assumed her usual tone and manner,
there was an agony at her heart.
Miss Fanshawe would trust no one with her
secret. She was not like other girls. Something
of the fiery spirit of her southern descent she had
inherited. She put on the shawl and veil she
had worn that day, unbarred the hall-door, and
at two o'clock, when Cardyllian was locked in the
deepest slumber, glided through its empty streets,
to the little wooden portico, over which that day
she had read " Post-office," and placed in it the
letter which next morning made quite a little
sensation in the Post-office coterie.
Under the awful silence and darkness of the
old avenue, she reached again the hall-door of
Malory. She stood for a moment upon the steps
A MEETING AND PABTING. 5
looking seaward — I think towards Ware — pale as
a ghost, with one slender hand clenched, and a
wild sorrow in her face. She cared very little, I
think, whether her excursion were discovered or
not. The messenger had flown from her empty
hand ; her voice could not recall it, or delay it
for an hour — quite irrevocable, and all was
over.
She entered the hall, closed and barred the
door again, asceDded to her room, and lay awake,
through the long night, with her hand under her
cheek, not stunned, not dreaming, but in a frozen
apathy, in which she saw all with a despairing
clearness,
Next day Cleve Yerney received a note, in a
hand which he knew not; but having read —
could not mistake — a cold, proud note, with a
gentle cruelty, ending all between them, quite
decisively, and not deigning a reason for it.
I dare say that Cleve could not himself de-
scribe with much precision the feelings with
which he read this letter.
Cleve Yerney, however, could be as impetuous
and as rash too, on occasion, as other people.
There was something of rage in his soul which
scouted all consequences. Could temerity be
imagined more audacious than his ?
Right across from Ware to the jetty of Malory
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ran Lis yacht, audaciously, in open sea, in broad
daylight. There is, in the Dower House, a long
low room, wainscoted in black shining panels
from floor to ceiling, and which in old times was
called the oak parlour. It has two doors, in one
of its long sides, the farther opening near the
stairs, the other close to the hall door.
Up the avenue, up the steps, into the hall, and,
taking chance, into this room, walked Cleve
Yerney, without encountering interruption or
even observation. Fortuna f civet fortibus, so runs
the legend in faded gold letters, under the dim
portrait of Sir Thomas Verney, in his armour,
fixed in the panel of the hall. So it had proved
with his descendant.
Favoured by fortune, without having met a
human being, and directed by the same divinity
it would seem, he had entered the room I have
described ; and at the other end, alone, awaiting
Miss Sheckleton, who was to accompany her in a
little ramble among the woods, stood Miss Fan-
shawe, dressed for her walk.
In came Cleve pale with agitation ; approached
her quickly, and stopped short, saying —
"Fve come; Fm here to ask — how could you
— my God ! — how could you write the letter you
sent this morning ? "
Mi>s Fanshawe was leaning a little against the
A MEETING AXD PARTING. 7
oak window-frame, and did not change this pose,
which was haughty and almost sullen.
" Why I wrote that letter, no one has a right
to ask me, and I shall say no more than is con-
tained in the letter itself." She spoke so coldly
and quietly that there seemed almost a sadness
in her tones.
" I don't think you can really mean it," said
Cleve, "I'm sure you can't; you can't possibly
think that any one would use another so, without
a reason."
"Not without a reason," said she.
"But I say, surely I have a right to hear it/'
urged Cleve. " Is it fair to condemn me, as your
letter does, unheard, and to punish me, in igno-
rance ? M
" Not in ignorance ; at this moment, you know
the reason perfectly," replied the girl, and he felt
as if her great hazel eyes lighted up all the dark
labyrinths of his brain, and disclosed every secret
that lurked there.
Cleve was for a moment embarrassed, and
averted his eyes. It was true. He did know ; he
could not fail to guess the cause. He had been
cursing his ill luck all the morning, and wonder-
ing what malign caprice could have led her, of all
times and places, at that moment, to the Green
of Cardyllian.
8 THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
In the "Arabian Nights," that delightful
volume which owes nothing to trick or book-
craft, and will preserve its charm undimmed
through all the mutations of style and schools,
which, projecting its images from the lamp and
hues of a dazzling fancy, can no more be lectured
into neglect than the magic lantern, and will
preserve its popularity while the faculty of imagi-
nation and the sense of colour remain, we all
remember a parallel. In the " Sultan's Pur-
veyor's Story," where the beautiful favourite of
Zobaide is about to make the bridegroom of her
love quite happy, and in the moment of his adora-
tion, starts up transformed with a " lamentable
cry," and hate and fury in her aspect, all about
an unfortunate " ragout made with garlic," and
thereupon, with her own hand and a terrible
scourge, lashes him, held down by slaves, into a
welter of blood, and then orders the executioner
to strike off, at the wrist, his offending hand.
" Yes! you do know, self- convicted, ichy 1 think
it better for both that we should part now —
better that we should thus early be undeceived ;
with little pain and less reluctance, forget the
precipitation and folly of an hour, and go our
several ways through life apart. You are fickle;
you are selfish ; you are reckless ; you are quite
unworthy of the love you ask for; if you are
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trifling with that young lady, Miss Etherage, how
cruel and unmanly ! and if not, by what right do
you presume to stand here ? "
Could he ever forget that beautiful girl as he
saw her before him there, almost terrible — her
eves — the strange white light that seemed to
flicker on her forehead — her attitude, Italian
more than English, statuesque and wild ?
On a sudden came another change, sad as a
broken-hearted death and farewell — the low tone
— the fond lingering — of an unspeakable sorrow,
and eternal leave-taking.
" In either case my resolution is taken. I
have said Farewell; and I will see you no more
— no more — never."
And as she spoke, she left the room by the
door that was beside her.
It was a new sensation for Cleve Yerney to
feel as he did at that moment. A few steps he
followed toward the door, and then hesitated.
Then with a new impulse, he did follow and open
it. But she was gone. Even the sound of her
step was lost.
He turned back, and paused for a minute
to collect his thoughts. Of course this must
not be. The idea of giving her up so, was simple
nonsense, and not to be listened to.
The door at which the young lady had left the
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room but two or three minutes before, now
opened, and Miss Sheckleton's natty figure and
kind old face came in. Quite aghast she looked
at him.
"For God's sake, Mr. Verney, why are you
here? How can you be so rash?" she almost
gasped. "You must go, instantly"
" How could you advise the cruelty and folly
of that letter? " he said, impetuously.
" What letter ? "
u Oh ! Miss Sheckleton, do let us be frank ;
only say what have I done or said, or thought,
that I should be condemned and discarded with-
out a hearing ? "
Hereupon Miss Sheckleton, still urging his
departure in frightened whispers, protested her
innocence of his meaning, and at last bethought
her of persuading him, to leave the house, and
meet her for the purpose of explaining all, of
which he soon perceived she was honestly igno-
rant, in their accustomed trysting-place.
There, accordingly, among the old trees, they
met, and discussed, and she blamed and pitied
him ; and promised, with such caution as old
ladies use in speaking for the resolves of the
young of their own sex, that Margaret should
learn the truth from her, although she could not
of course say what she might think of it, taking
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as she did such decided, and, sometimes, strange
views of things.
So they parted kindly. But Cleve's heart was
disquieted within him, and his sky this evening
was wild and stormy.
CHAPTER II.
JUD.EL'S APELLA.
Ox the stillest summer day did you ever see
nature quite still, even that circumscribed nature
that hems you round with densest trees, as you
lounge on your rustic seat, in lazy contemplation,
amid the shorn grass of your flower-beds, while
all things are oppressed and stifled with heat and
slumber ? Look attentively, and you will see a
little quiver like a dying pulse, in the hanging
flower-bells, and a light faint tremble in this leaf
and that. Of nature, which is, being interpreted,
life, the law is motion, and this law controls the
moral as well as the physical world. Thus it is
that there is nowhere any such thing as absolute
repose, and everywhere we find change and
action.
Over Malory, if anywhere, broods the spirit of
repose. Buried in deep forest — fenced on one
side by the lonely estuary — no town or village
lying beyond it; sea-ward the little old-world
JUD.EUS APELLA. 13
road that passes by it is quite forsaken by traffic.
Even the sound of children's laughter and prattle
is never heard there, and little but the solemn
caw of the rooks and the baying of the night-
dog. Yet chance was then invading that quiet
seclusion with an unexpected danger.
A gentleman driving that day to the " George
Inn" at Cardyllian, from a distant station on the
Great London line, and having picked up from
his driver, a Cardyllian man, all he could about
Malory, and an old Mrs. Mervyn who lived there,
stopped suddenly at the corner of the old road,
which, two miles below Cardyllian, turns off
inland, and rambles with many pleasant windings
into the road that leads to Penruthyn Priory.
This gentleman, whose dress was in the cheap
and striking style, and whose jewellery was con-
spicuous, was high-shouldered, with a very de-
cided curve, though not exactly a hunch. He
was small, with rather long arms. His hair,
whiskers, and beard were glossy black, and his
features Jewish. He switched and twirled a
black walking-cane, with silver knobs on it, in his
hand, and he had two or three rings on his
fingers.
His luggage had gone on to the " George,"
and whenever opportunity occurred along that
solitary road he renewed his inquiries about
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Malory, with a slight peculiarity of accent which
the unsophisticated rustics in that part of the
world had never heard before.
By this time it was evening, and in the light
of the approaching sunset, he might now, as the
view of the sea and the distant mountains opened,
have enjoyed a pleasure for which, however, he
had no taste ; these evening glows and tints were
to him but imperfect light, and he looked along
the solemn and shadowy hills as he would have
run his eye along the shops in Cheapside — if
with any interest, simply to amuse himself with
a calculation of what they might be worth in
money.
He was now passing the pretty church-yard of
Llanderris. The gray head-stones and grass-
grown graves brought home to him no passing
thought of change and mortality; death was to
him an arithmetical formula by which he mea-
sured annuities and reversions and policies.
And now he had entered the steep road that
leads down with an irregular curve to Malory.
He looked down upon the grand old wood.
He had a smattering of the value of timber, and
remembered what a hit Rosenthal and Solomons
had made of their purchase of the wood at East
Milton, when the railway was about to be made
there ; and what a nice bit of money they had
JUD.EUS APELLA. 15
made of their contract for sleepers and all sorts
of other things. Could not Jos. Larkin, or some
better man, be found to get up a little branch
line from Llwynan to Cardyllian ? His large
mouth almost watered as he thought of it ; and
how that eight or nine miles of rail would devour
every inch of timber that grew there — not a
branch would be lost.
But now he was descending toward Malory,
and the banks at the right hand and the left shut
out the view. So he began to descend the slope
at his leisure, looking up and about him and
down at the worn road for material for thought,
for his mind was bustling and barren.
The road is not four steps across. It winds
steeply between high banks. Over these stoop
and mingle in the perspective, the gray stems of
tall ash trees mantled in ivy, which here and there
climbs thickly among the boughs, and makes a
darker umbrage among the foliage of the trees.
Beneath, ascending the steep banks, grow clumps
of nettles, elder, hazel, and thorn. Only down
the slope of the road can the passenger see any-
thing of the country it traverses, for the banks
out-top him on either side. The rains have
washed its stones so bare, wearing a sort of gulley
in the centre, as to give it the character in some
sort of a forest ravine.
16 THE TEXAXTS OF MALORY.
The sallow, hatchet-faced man, with prominent
black eves, was walking up this steep and secluded
road. Those sharp eyes of his were busy. A
wild bee hummed over his head, and he cut at it
pleasantly with his stick, but it was out of reach,
and he paused and eyed its unconscious flight,
with an ugly smile, as if he owed it a grudge for
having foiled him. There was little life in that
secluded and dark track. He spied a small dome-.^
shaped black beetle stumbling through the dust
and pebbles, across it.
The little man drew near and peered at it with
his piercing eyes and a pleasant grin. He
stooped. The point of his pale nose was right
over it. Across the desert the beetle was toiling.
His path was a right line. The little man looked
across to see what he was aiming at, or where
was his home. There was nothing particular
that he could perceive in the grass and weeds at
the point witherward he was tending in a right
line. The beetle sprawled and stumbled over a
little bead of clay, recovered his feet and his direc-
tion, and plodded on in a straight line. The
little man put his stick, point downward, be-
fore him. The beetle rounded it carefully, and
plodded on inflexibly in the same direction. Then
he of the black eyes and long nose knocked him
gently in the face, and again and again, jerking
JUD.EUS APELLA. 17
him this way or that. Still, like a prize-fighter
he rallied between the rounds, and drove righw on
in his old line. Then the little man gave him a
sharper knock, which sent him a coup^ of feet
away, on his back; right and left sprawled and
groped the short legs of the beetle, but alas !
in vain. He could not right himself. He
tried to lurch himself over, but in vain. Now
and then came a frantic gallop with his
little feet; it was beating the air. This was
pleasant to the man with the piercing eyes, who
stooped over, smiling with his wide mouth, and
showing his white fangs. I wonder what the
beetle thought of his luck — what he thought of it
all. The paroxysms of hope, when his feet worked
so hard, grew shorter. The intervals of despair
and inaction grew longer. The beetle was making
up his mind that he must lie on his back and
die slowly, or be crushed under a hoof, or picked
up and swallowed by a wandering farm-yard fowl.
Though it was pleasant to witness his despair,
the man with the prominent eyes tired of the
sight, he gave him a poke under the back, and
tumbled him up again on his feet, and watched
him. The beetle seemed a little bothered for a
while, and would have shaken himself I'm sure if
he could. But he soon came to himself, turned
in his old direction, and, as it seemed to the
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observer, marched stumbling on with indomitable
perseverance toward the selfsame point. I know
nothing of beetle habits. I can make no guess
why he sought that particular spot. Was it
merely a favourite haunt, or were there a little
beetle brood, and a wife awaiting him there ? A
strong instinct of some sort urged him, and a
most heroic perseverance.
And now I suppose he thought his troubles
over, and that his journey was about surely to 1 !
accomplished. Alas ! it will never be accom-
plished. There is an influence near which you
suspect not. The distance is lessening, the green
grass, and dock leaves, and mallows, very near.
Alas ! there is no sympathy with your instinct,
with the purpose of your life, with your labours
and hopes. An inverted sympathy is there; a
sympathy with the difficulty — with "the Adver-
sary"— with death. The little man with the
sharp black eyes brought the point of his stick
near the beetle's back, having seen enough of his
pilgrimage, and squelched him.
The pleasure of malice is curious. There are
people who flavour their meals with their revenges,
whose future is made interesting by the hope that
this or that person may come under their heel.
Which is pleasantest, building castles in the air
for ourselves, or dungeons in pandemonium for
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our enemies ? It is well for one half of the
human race that the other has not the disposal of
them. More rare, more grotesque, more exqui-
sitely fiendish, is that sport with the mysteries of
agony, that lust of torture, that constitute the
desire and fruition of some monstrous souls.
Now, having ended that beetle's brief life in
eternal darkness, and reduced all his thoughts
and yearnings to cypher, and dissolved his perse-
vering and resolute little character, never to be
recombined, this young gentleman looked up
among the yellow leaves in which the birds were
chirping their evening gossip, and treated them
to a capital imitation of a wild cat, followed by a
still happier one of a screech-owl, which set all
the sparrows in the ivy round twittering in
panic; and having sufficiently amused himself,
the sun being now near the horizon, he bethought
him of his mission to Malory. So on he marched
whistling an air from an opera, which, I am bound
to admit, he did with the brilliancy and precision
of a little flageolet, in so much that it amounted to
quite a curiously pretty accomplishment, and you
would have wondered how a gentleman with
so unmistakeable a vein of the miscreant in
him, could make such sweet and bird-like
music.
A little boy riding a tired donkey into Cardyl-
20 THE TENANTS OF MALORY..
lian, pointed out to him the gate of the old place,
and with a jaunty step, twirling his cane, and
whistling as he went, he reached the open space
before the door steps.
The surly servant who happened to see him as
he hesitated and gaped at the windows, came
forth, and challenged him with tones and looks
the reverse of hospitable.
" Oh ! Mrs. Mervyn ? " said he ; " well, she
doesn't live here. Get ye round that corner
there, and you'll see the steward's house with a
hatch-door to it, and you may ring the bell, and
leave, d'ye mind, by the back way. You can
follow the road by the rear o' the house."
So saying, he warned him off peremptorily with
a flunkey's contempt for a mock gentleman, and
the sallow man with the black eyes and beard,
not at all put out by that slight treatment, for he
had seen all sorts of adventures, and had learned
unaffectedly to despise contempt, walked listlessly
round the corner of the old house, with a some-
what knock-kneed and ungainly stride, on which
our bandy friend sneered gruffly.
CHAPTER III.
MR. LEVI VISITS MRS. MERVYN.
And now the stranger stood before the stew-
ard's house, which is an old stone building, just
three stories high, with but few rooms, and heavy
stone shafts to the windows, with little diamond
lattices in them, all stained and gray with age —
antiquaries assign it to the period of Henry VII.
— and when the Jewish gentleman, his wide,
loose mouth smiling in solitary expectation,
slapped and rattled his cane upon the planks of
the hatch, as people in old times called " house ! "
to summon the servants, he was violating the
monastic silence of a building as old as the by-
gone friars, -with their matin bells and solemn
chants.
A little "Welsh girl looked over the clumsy
banister, and ran up with his message to Mrs.
Mervyn.
"Will you please come up stairs, sir, to the
drawing-room ?" asked the child.
22 THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
He -was amused at the notion of a " drawing-
room" in such a place, and with a lazy sneer
climbed the stairs after her.
This drawing-room was very dark at this hour,
except for the patch of red light that came
through the lattice and rested on the old cup-
board opposite, on wrhich stood, shelf above shelf,
a grove of coloured delf candlesticks, tea-cups,
jugs, men, women, tea-pots, and beasts, all in an
old-world style, a decoration which prevails in
humble "Welsh chambers, and which here was a
property of the house, forgotten, I presume, by
the great house of Verney, and transmitted from
tenant to tenant, with the lumbering furniture.
The flighty old lady, Mrs. Mervyn of the large
eyes, received him with an old-fashioned polite-
ness and formality which did not in the least
embarrass her visitor, who sate himself down,
smiling his moist, lazy smile, with his knees
protruded under the table, on which his elbows
rested, and with his heels on the rung of his
chair, while his hat and cane lay in the sunlight
beside him.
"The maid, I think, forgot to mention your
name, sir?" said the old lady gently, but in a
tone of inquiry.
" Very like, ma'am — very like, indeed — because,
I think, I forgot to mention my name to her,"
ME. LEVI VISITS 1CR& MERVYN. 23
he drawled pleasantly. " I've taken a deal of
trouble — I have — to find you out, ma'am, and
two hundred and forty-five miles here, ma'am,
and the same back again — a journey of four
hundred and ninety miles — is not just nothing.
I'm glad to see you, ma'am — happy to find you in
your drawing-room, ma'am — hope you find your-
self as well, ma'am, as your numerous friends
could wish you. My name, ma'am, is Levi,
being junior governor of the firm of Goldshed
and Levi, well known on 'Change, ma'am, and
justly appreciated by a large circle of friends, as
you may read upon this card."
The card which he tendered did not, it must
be allowed, speak of these admiring friends, but
simply announced that u Goldshed and Levi"
were " Stockbrokers/' pursuing their calling at
" Offices — 10, Scroop Street, Gimmel Lane/' in
the City. And having held this card before her
eyes for a sufficient time, he put it into his pocket.
"You see, ma'am, I've come all this way for
our house, to ask you whether you would like to
hear some news of your governor, ma'am V
" Of whom, sir ? M inquired the tall old lady,
who had remained standing all this time, as she
had received him, and was now looking at him
with eyes, not of suspicion, but of undisguised
fear.
24 THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
u Of your husband, ma'am, I mean," drawled
he, eyeing her with his cunning smile.
" You don't mean, sir " said she faintly,
and thereupon she was seized with a trembling,
and sat down," and her very lips turned white, and
Mr. Levi began to think " the old girl was look-
ing uncommon queerish," and did not like the
idea of " its happening," under these circum-
stances.
" There, ma'am — don't take on ! "Where's the
water ? Da-a-a-mn the drop ! " he exclaimed,
turning up mugs and jugs in a flurry. " I say
— Mary Anne — Jane — chick-a-biddy — girl — be
alive there, will ye ? " howled the visitor over the
banister. " Water, can't ye ? Old woman's
sick ! "
"Better now, sir — better — just open that — a
little air, please," the old lady whispered.
With some hurried fumbling he succeeded in
getting the lattice open.
" "Water, will you ? What a time you're about
it, little beast!" he bawled in the face of the
child.
"Much better, thanks — very much better,"
whispered, the old lady.
" Of course, you're better, ma'am. Here it is
at la-a-ast. Have some water, ma'am ? Do.
Give her the water, you little fool."
MR. LEVI VISITS MRS. MERVYN. 25
She sipped a little.
" Coming round — all right," he said tenderly.
" What cattle them old women are ! drat them."
A little pause followed.
"A deal better now, ma'am?"
" I'm startled, sir." stea
"Of course you're startled, ma'am."
" And faint."
"Why not, ma'am?"
Mrs. Rebecca Mervyn breathed three or four
great sighs, and began to look again like a living
woman.
" Now she looks quite nice," (he pronounced it
ni-i-ishe) doesn't she? You may make tracksh,
young woman; go, will you?"
" I feel so much better," said the old lady
when they were alone, " pray go on."
"You do — quite — ever so much better. Shall
I go on?"
" Pray do, sir."
"Well now, see, if I do, there must be no
more of that, old lady. If you can't talk of the
governor, we'll just let him alone," said Levi,
sturdily.
" For God's sake, sir, if you mean my husband,
tell me all you know."
" All aint a great deal, ma'am j but a cove has
turned up who knew him well."
26 THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
" Some one who knew him?"
" Just so, ma'am." He balanced whether he
should tell her that he was dead or not, but
decided that it would be more convenient, though
less tragic, to avoid getting up a new scene like
the other, so he modified his narrative. " He's
turned up, ma'am, and knew him very intimate ;
and has got a meogny" (he so pronounced ma-
hogany) M desk of his, gave in charge to him,
since he could not come home at present, con-
taining a law paper, ma'am, making over to his
son and yours some property in England."
"Then, he is not coming?'' said she.
"Not as I knowzh, ma'am."
" He has been a long time away," she con-
tinued.
" So I'm informed, ma'am," he observed.
"I'll tell you how it was, and when he went
away."
"Thank ye, ma'am," he interposed. I've
heard — melancholy case, ma'am; got seven pen-
n'orth, didn't he, and never turned up again?"
" Seven what, sir? "
" Seven years, ma'am ; seven penn'orth we call
it, ma'am, familiar like."
" I don't understand you, sir — I don't know
what it means; I saw him sail away. It went
off, off, off."
MR. LEVI VISITS MRS. MERVYX. 27
" I'll bet a pound it did, rua'ain," said Mr.
Levi.
" Only to be for a very short time ; the sail — I
could see it very far — how pretty they look on
the sea ; but very lonely, I think — too lonely."
"A touch of solitary, ma'am," acquiesced
Levi.
" Away, in the yacht," she dreamed on.
** The royal yacht, ma'am, no doubt."
" The yacht, we called it. He said he would
return next day; and it went round Pendillion
— round the headland of Pendillion, I lost it,
and it never came again ; but I think it will, sir
— don't you? I'm sure it will — he was so con-
fident ; only smiled and nodded, and he said,
'No, I won't say good-bye.' He would not have
said that if he did not mean to return — he could
not so deceive a lonely poor thing like me, that
adored him."
"No, he couldn't ma'am, not he; no man
could. Betray the girl that adored him !
Ba-a-ah ! impossible," replied Mr. Levi, and
shook his glossy ringlets sleepily, and dropped
his eyelids, smiling. This old girl amused him,
her romance was such a joke. But the light was
perceptibly growing more dusky, and business
must not wait upon fun, so Mr. Levi said —
" He'sh no chicken by this time, ma'am — your
28 THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
son, ma'am ; I'm told lie'sh twenty-sheven yearsh
old — thatsh no chicken — twenty-sheven next
birth-day."
" Do you know anything of him, sir ? Oh, no,
he doesn't," she said, looking dreamily with her
great sad eyes upon him.
" Jest you tell me, ma'am, where was he
baptised, and by what name ? " said her visitor.
A look of doubt and fear came slowly and
wildly into her face as she looked at him.
" AYho is he — I've been speaking to you, sir ? "
" Oh ! yesh, mo-o-st beautiful, you 'av, ma'am,"
answered he ; " and I am your son's best friend
— and yours, ma'am; only you tell me where to
find him, and he'sh a made man, for all his
dayzh."
" Where has he come from? — a stranger," she
murmured.
" I told you, ma'am."
" I don't know you, sir; I don't know your
name/' she dreamed on.
" Benjamin Levi. I'll spell it for you, if you
like," he answered, beginning to grow testy. " I
told you my name, and showed you my ca-a-ard.
Bah ! it ravels at one end, as fast as it knits at
the other."
And again he held the card of the firm of Gold-
shed and Levi, with his elbows on the table, between
MR. LEVI VISITS MRS. MERVYX. 29
the fingers of his right and left hand, bowed out
like an old-fashioned shopboard, and looking as
if it would spring out elastically into her face.
" There, ma'am, that'sh the ticket ! " said he,
eyeing her over it.
"Once, sir, I spoke of business to a stranger,
and I was always sorry; I did mischief," said the
old woman, with a vague remorsefulness.
"I'm no stranger, ma'am, begging your par-
don," he replied, insolently; "you don't half
know what you're saying, I do think. Goldshed
and Levi — not know us ; sich precious rot, I
never /"
" I did mischief, sir."
u I only want to know where to find your son,
ma'am, if you know, and if you won't tell, you
ruin that poor young man. It aint a pound to
me, but it'sh a deal to him," answered the good-
natured Mr. Levi.
"I'm very sorry, sir, but I once did mischief
by speaking to a gentleman whom I didn't know.
Lady Verney made me promise, and I'm sure she
was right, never to speak about business without
first consulting some member of her family. I
don't understand business — never did," pleaded
she.
" Well, here's a go ! not understaan' ? Why,
there's nothing to understaan'. It isn't business.
30 THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
S-o-n," he spelt "son. H-u-s-b-a-n-d — uzbaan'
that aint business — da-a-m me ! Where's the
business ? Ba-ah ! "
" Sir/' said the old lady, drawing herself up,
" I've answered you. It was about my husband
— God help me — I spoke before, and did mischief
without knowing it. I won't speak of him to
strangers, except as Lady Verney advises — to any
stranger — especially to you, sir."
There was a sound of steps outside, which, per-
haps, modified the answer of Mr. Levi. He was
very much chagrined, and his great black eyes
looked very wickedly upon her helpless face.
" Ha, ha, ha ! as you please, ma'am. It isn't
the turn of a shilling to me, but you ru-in the
poo-or young man, your son, for da-a-am me, if I
touch his bushinesh again, if it falls through now ;
mind you that. So, having ruined your own flesh
and blood, you tell me to go as I came. It's nau-
thing to me — mind that — but ru-in to him ;
here's my hat and stick — I'm going, only just I'll
give you one chance more for that poor young
man, just a minute to think again." He had
stood up, with his hat and cane in his hand.
"Just one chance — you'll be sending for me
again, and I won't come. No — no — never, da-a-am
me!"
" Good evening, sir," said the lady.
MR. LEVI VISITS MRS. MERVYX. 31
Mr. Levi bit his thumb-nail.
" You don't know what you're a-doing, ma'am,"
said he, trying once more.
" I can't, sir — I can't? she said, distractedly.
H Come, think — I'm going — going ; just think
— what do you shay ? "
He waited.
" I won't speak, sir."
" You won't ? "
" No, sir."
He lingered for a moment, and the red sunlight
showed like a flush of anger on his sallow face.
Then, with an insolent laugh, he turned, sticking
his hat on his head, and walked down the stairs,
singing.
Outside the hatch, he paused for a second.
" I'll get it all another way," he thought.
"Round here," he said, "wasn't it— the back
way. Good evening, you stupid old crazy cat,"
and he saluted the windows of the steward's house
with a vicious twitch of his cane.
CHAPTER IV.
MR. BENJAMIN LEVI RECOGNISES AN
ACQUAINTANCE.
Mr. Benjamin Levi, having turned the corner
of the steward's house, found himself before two
great piers, passing through the gate of which he
entered the stable-yard, at the further side of
which was a second gate, which he rightly conjec-
tured would give him access to that back avenue
through which he meant to make his exit.
He glanced round this great quadrangle, one
end of which was over-looked by the rear of the
old house, and that quaint old refectory with its
clumsy flight of stone steps, from the windows
of which our friend Sedley had observed the
ladies of Malory while engaged in their garden
work.
There was grass growing between the paving
stones, and moss upon the walls, and the stable
doors were decaying upon their rusty hinges.
MR. LEVI RECOGNISES AN ACQUAINTANCE. 33
Commenting, as so practical a genius naturally
would, upon the surrounding capabilities and
decay, Mr. Levi had nearly traversed this solitude
when he heard some one call, "Thomas Jones ! M
twice or thrice, and the tones of the voice arrested
him instantly.
He was a man with a turn for musical busi-
ness, and not only dabbled in concerts and little
operatic speculations, but, having a naturally
musical ear, had a retentive memory for voices —
and this blind man's faculty stood him in stead
here, for, with a malicious thrill of wonder and
delight, he instantly recognised this voice.
The door of that smaller yard which is next the
house opened now, and Sir Booth Fanshawe
entered, bawling with increased impatience —
" Thomas Jones ! "
Sir Booth's eye lighted on the figure of Mr.
Levi, as he stood close by the wall at the other
side, hoping to escape observation.
^Yith the same instinct Sir Booth stepped back-
ward hastily into an open stable door, and Mr.
Levi skipped into another door, within which un-
fortunately, a chained dog, Neptune, was dozing.
The dog flew the length of his tether at Mr.
Levi's legs, and the Jewish gentleman sprang
forth more hastily even than he had entered.
At the same moment, Sir Booth's pride deter-
VOL. II. D
34 THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
mined his vacillation, and he strode boldly forward
and said —
" I think I know you, sir ; don't I ? "
As there was still some little distance between
them, Mr. Levi affected near-sightedness, and,
compressing his eyelids, smiled dubiously, and
said —
"Kayther think not, sir. No, sir — I'm a
stranger ; my name is Levi — of Goldshed and Levi
— and I've been to see Mrs. Mervyn, who lives
here, about her young man. I don't know you,
sir — no — it is a mishtake."
"No, Mr. Levi — you do know me — you do," re-
plied Sir Booth, with a grim oath, approaching,
while his fingers clutched at his walking-stick with
an uneasy gripe, as if he would have liked to
exercise it upon the shoulders of the Israelite.
" Oh ! crikey ! Ay, to be sure — why, it's Sir
Booth Fanshawe ! I beg pardon, Sir Booth. We
thought you was in France ; but no matter, Sir
Booth Fanshawe, none in the world, for all that
little bushiness is blow'd over, quite. We have no
interest — no more than your horse — in them
little securities, upon my shoul; we sold them two
months ago to Sholomons ; we were glad to sell
them to Sholomons, we were; he hit us pretty
hard with some of Wilbraham and Cumming's
paper, and I don't care if he never sees a shilling
MR. LEVI RECOGNISES AN ACQUAINTANCE. 35
of it — we would rayther like it." And Air. Levi
again made oath to that confession of feeling.
"Will you come into the house and have a
glass of sherry or something ? " said Sir Booth,
on reflection.
" Well, I don't mind," said Mr. Levi.
And in he went and had a glass of sherry and a
biscuit, and grew friendly and confidential.
"Don't you be running up to town, Sir Booth
— Sholomons is looking for you. Clever man,
Sholomons, and you should get quietly out of this
country as soon as you conveniently can. He
thinks you're in France now. He sent Rogers —
you know Rogers?"
He paused so long here that Sir Booth had to
answer "No."
"Well, he sent him — a good man, Rogers, you
know, but drinks a bit — after you to Vichy, ha,
ha, ha ! Crikey ! it v:as rich. Sholomons be
blowed ! It was worth a pound to see his face —
ugly fellow. You know Sholomons ? "
And so Mr. Levi entertained his host, who
neither loved nor trusted him, and at his depar-
ture gave him all sorts of friendly warnings and
sly hints, and walked and ran partly to the
" George," and got a two-horse vehicle as quickly
as they could harness the horses, and drove at
great speed to Llywnan, where he telegraphed to
d 2
36 THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
his partner to send a writ down by the next train
for Sir Booth, the message being from Benjamin
Levi, George Inn, Cardyllian, to Goldshed and
Levi, &c, &c, London.
Mr. Levi took his ease in his inn, sipped a good
deal of brandy and water, and smoked many
cigars, with a serene mind and pleasant anticipa-
tions, for, if nothing went wrong, the telegram
would be in his partner's hand in ample time to
enable him, with his accustomed diligence, to send
down a " beak " with the necessary documents by
the night train who would reach Cardyllian early,
and pay his little visit at Malory by nine o'clock
in the morning.
Mr. Levi, as prosperous gentlemen will, felt his
solitude, though luxurious, too dull for the effer-
vescence of his spirits, and having questioned his
host as to the amusements of Cardyllian, found
that its normal resources of that nature were con-
fined to the billiard and reading rooms, where, on
payment of a trifling benefaction to the institu-
tion, he enjoyed, as a "visitor," the exhilarating
privileges of a member of the club.
In the billiard-room, accordingly, that night,
was the fragrance of Mr. Levi's cheroot agreeably
perceptible, the sonorous drawl of his peculiar
accent vocal amongst pleasanter intonations, and
his "cuts," "double doubles," and "long crosses,''
MR. LEVI RECOGNISES AX ACQUAINTANCE. 37
painfully admired by the gentlemen whose
shillings he pocketed at pool. And it was plea-
sant to his exquisitively commercial genius to
think that the contributions of the gentlemen to
whom he had " given a lesson," and whose " eyes
he had opened," would constitute a fund sufficient
to pay his expenses at the " George," and even
to leave something towards his return fare to
London.
The invalid who was suffering from asthma in
the bedroom next his was disturbed by his ejacu-
lations as he undressed, and by his repeated
bursts of laughter, and rang his bell and implored
the servant to beg of the two gentlemen who
were conversing in the next room to make a
little less noise, in consideration of his indisposi-
tion.
The manner in which he had "potted" the
gentlemen in the billiard-room, right and left,
and the uncomfortable admiration of his successes
exhibited in their innocent countenances, had, no
doubt, something to do with these explosions of
merriment. But the chief source of his amuse-
ment was the anticipated surprise of Sir Booth,
when the little domiciliary visit of the next morn-
ing should take place, and the recollection of his
own adroitness in mystifying the Baronet.
So he fell into a sweet slumber, uncrossed by
38 THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
even an ominous dream, not knowing that the
shrewd old bird for whom his chaff was spread
and his pot simmering had already flown with the
scream of the whistle on the wings of the night
train to Chester, and from that centre to an un-
known nook, whence, in a day or two more, he
had flitted to some continental roost, which even
clever Mr. Levi could not guess.
Next morning early, the ladies were on their
way to London, through which they were to
continue their journey, and to join Sir Booth
abroad.
Two persons were, therefore, very much dis-
appointed next day at Malory ; but it could not
be helped. One was Cleve Yerney, who tried the
inexorable secrecy of the servant in every way,
but in vain ; possibly because the servant did not
himself know where " the family " were gone.
The other was Mr. Benjamin Levi, who resented
Sir Booth's selfish duplicity with an exasperation
which would hardly have been appeased by burn-
ing that "old mizzled robber " alive.
Air. Levi flew to Chester with his " beak " in
a third-class carriage, and thence radiated tele-
graphic orders and entreaties affecting Sir Booth
wherever he had a frieud, and ready, on a hint by
the wires, to unleash his bailiff on his track, and
fix him on the soil, immovable as the petrified
MR. LEVI RECOGNISES AX ACQUAINTANCE. 30
witch of Alucklestane Muir, by the spell of his
parchment legend.
But no gleam of light rewarded his labours.
It was enough to ruffle even Mr. Levi's temper,
which, accordingly, was ruffled. To have been
so near ! To have had his hand, as it were, upon
the bird. If he had only had the writ himself in
his pocket he might have dropped, with his own
fingers, the grain of salt upon his tail. But it
was not to be. At the moment of possession,
Mr. Levi was balked. He could grind curses
under his white teeth, and did not spare them
now. Some of them were, I dare say, worthy of
that agile witch, " Cuttie Sark," as she stood
baffled on the " key-stane " of the bridge, with
Meggie's severed tail in her grip.
In the meantime, for Cleve Verney, Malory is
stricken with a sudden blight. Its woods are
enchanted no longer; it is dark, now, and empty.
His heart aches when he looks at it.
He missed his accustomed walk with the
Etherage girls. He wrote to tell old Vane
E:herage that he was suffering from a severe
cold, and could not dine with him, as he had
promised. The cold was a lie — but was he really
well? Are the spirits no part of health; and
where were his ?
About a fortnight later, came a letter from his
40 THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
good friend, Miss Sheckleton. How delightfully
interesting, though it contained next to nothing.
But how interesting ! How often he read it
through ! How every solitary moment was im-
proved by a glance into it !
It was a foreign letter. It would be posted,
she said, by a friend in Paris. She could not yet
tell, even to a friend so kind as he, the address
which would find them. She hoped, however,
very soon to be at liberty to do so. All were
well. Her young friend had never alluded since
to the subject of the last painful interview. She,
Miss Sheckleton, could not, unless a favourable
opening presented, well invite a conversation on
the matter. She had no doubt, however, that an
opportunity would occur. She understood the
peculiar character of her beautiful young cousin,
and saw a difficulty, and even danger, in pressing
the question upon her, possibly prematurely.
When he, Cleve, wrote — which she supposed he
would so soon as he was in possession of her
address — he could state exactly what he wished
her to say. Meanwhile, although as she had
before hinted, dear Margaret was admired and
sought by a man both of rank and fortune, with
very great constancy, (she thought it not im-
probable that Cleve had already suspected that
affair,) there was in her opinion nothing to appre-
MR LEVI RECOGNISES AN ACQUAINTANCE. 41
hend, at least at present, in that gentleman's suit
— flattered, of course, she must be by a constancy
so devoted ; but she hardly thought there was a
chance that the feeling would grow to anything
beyond that. So, she bid God bless him, and
wrote Anne Sheckleton at the foot of the page.
The physician who, mistaking a complaint,
administers precisely the concoction which debili-
tates the failing organ, or inflames the tortured
nerve, commits just such an innocent cruelty as
good Miss Sheckleton practised, at the close of
her letter, upon Cleve Verney.
She had fancied that he knew something of the
suit to which she referred for the purpose of re-
lieving an anxiety to which her thoughtful allu-
sion introduced him, in fact, for the first time.
"Who was this faithful swain? He knew enough
of Sir Booth Fanshawe's surroundings, his friends
and intimates, to count up four, or five, or six
possible rivals. He knew what perseverance
might accomplish, and absence undo, and his
heart was disquieted within him.
If he had consulted his instinct, he would have
left Ware forthwith, and pursued to the Conti-
nent, and searched every town in France; but he
could not act quite according to impulse. He
had told the Cardyllian people that he was not to
leave Ware till the fourteenth j would no remark
42 THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
attend his sudden departure, following imme-
diately upon the mysterious flitting of the Malory
people ? He knew what wonderful stories might
thereupon arise in Cardyllian, and how sure they
would be, one way or another, to reach his uncle
Kiffyn, and how that statesman's suspicions might
embarrass him. Then a letter might easily reach
"Ware while he was away, and be lost, or worse.
So he resolved to see out the rest of his time
where he was. In Cardyllian church, how dark
and cold looked the cavity of the Malory pew !
The saints and martyrs in the great eastern
window were subdued, and would not glow, and
their glories did not burn, but only smouldered
that day. And oh ! how long was Dr. Splayfoot's
sermon ! And how vague was his apprehension
of the " yarn " to which Miss Charity Etherage
treated him all the way from the church porch to
the top of Castle Street.
He was glad when the fifteenth, which was to
call him away from Ware, approached. He was
glad to leave this changed place, glad to go to
London — anywhere.
Just as all was ready for his flight by the night
train, on the eveuing of the 14th, to his great
joy, came a letter, a note, almost, so short, from
kind Anne Sheckleton.
All — underlined — were well. There was no-
MR LEVI RECOGNISES AN ACQUAINTANCE. 4o
thing more, in fact, but one satisfactory revela-
tion, which was the address which would now find
them.
So Cleve Verney made the journey to London
that night in better spirits.
CHAPTER V.
A COUNCIL OF THREE.
Messrs. Goldshed and Levi have a neat office
in Scroop Street. As stockbrokers, strictly,
they don't, I am told, do anything like so large
a business as many of their brethren. Those
brethren, for the most part, are not proud of
them. Their business is of a somewhat contra-
band sort. They have been examined once or
twice uncomfortably before Parliamentary Com-
mittees. They have been savagely handled by
the great Mr. Hackle, the Parliamentary counsel.
In the great insurance case of " The executors of
Shakerly v. The Philanthropic Union Company/'
they were hideously mangled and eviscerated by
Sergeant Billiooke, whose powers are well known.
They have been called " harpies," " ghouls,"
"Madagascar bats," "vermin," "wolves," and
"mousing owls," and are nothing the worse of
it. Some people think, on the contrary, rather
the better, as it has helped to advertise them in
A COUNCIL OF THREE. 4-5
their particular line, which is in a puffing, rigging,
fisliy, speculative, " queerish " business, at which
moral stockbrokers turn up their eyes and noses,
to the amusement of Messrs. Goldshed and Levi,
who have — although the sober office in Scroop
Street looks sometimes a little neglected — no end
of valuable clients, of the particular kind whom
they covet, and who frequent the other office, in
"Wormwood Court, which looks so dirty, mean,
and neglected, and yet is the real seat of power.
The " office " in Wormwood Court is an old-
fashioned, narrow-fronted, dingy house. It
stands apart, and keeps its own secrets, having
an uninhabited warehouse on one side, and a
shabby timber-yard at the other. In front is a
nagged court-yard, with dingy grass sprouting
here and there, and lines of slimy moss, grimed
with soot.
The gate is, I believe, never opened — I don't
know that its hinges would work now. If you
have private business with the firm on a wet day,
you must jump out of your cab in the street, and
run up through the side door, through the rain,
over the puddled flags, and by the famous log of
mahogany which the Messrs. Goldshed and Levi
and their predecessors have sold, in bill transac-
tions, nearly six thousand distinct times, without
ever losing sight of it.
4G THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
Iii the street this day there stood a cab, at that
door. Mr. Jos. Larkin, the Gylingden attorney,
was in consultation with the firm. They were
sitting in "the office," the front room which you
enter at your right from the hall. A high, old-
fashioned chimney-piece cuts off the far angle of
the room, obliquely. It is wainscoted in wood,
in tiny square panels, except over the fireplace,
where one great panel runs across, and up to the
ceiliug, with somebody's coat of arms carved in
relief upon it. This woodwork has been painted
white, long ago, but the tint has degenerated to
a cream or buff colour, and a good washing would
do it no harm. Mr. Levi and others have pen-
cilled little sums in addition, subtraction, and
multiplication on it. You can see the original
oak where the hat-rack was removed, near the
window, as also in those places where gentlemen
have cut their names or initials.
The window is covered with dust and dirt,
beaten by the rain into all sorts of patterns. A
chastened light enters through this screen,
and you can't see from without who is in the
room.
People wonder why Messrs. Goldshed and Levi,
with so well-appointed an office in Scroop Street,
will keep this private office in so beggarly a state;
without a carpet, only a strip of nearly-obliterated
A COUNCIL OF THREE. 47
oil-cloth on its dirty floor. Along the centre of
the room exteuds a great old, battered, oblong
mahogany quadrangle, full of drawers, with dingy
brass handles, and having midway a sort of arch-
way, like a bridge under a railway embankment,
covered with oil-cloth of an undistinguishable
pattern, blotched with old stains of red ink and
black, and dribblings of sealing-wax, curling up
here and there dustily, where office-knives, in
fiddling fingers, have scarred its skin. On top
of this are two clumsy desks. Behind one sits
the junior partner, on a high wooden stool, and
behind the other, the senior, on a battered
office chair, with one of its haircloth angles
protruding, like the corner of a cocked hat, in
front, dividing the short, thick legs of Mr. Gold-
shed, whose heels were planted on the rungs,
bending his clumsy knees, and reminding one of
the attitude in which an indifferent rider tries to
keep his seat on a restive horse.
Goldshed is the senior in every sense. He is
bald, he is fat, he is short. He has gems on his
stumpy fingers, and golden chains, in loops and
curves, cross the old black velvet waistcoat, which
is always wrinkled upward by the habit he has
of thrusting his broad, short hands into his
trousers pockets.
At the other side, leaning back in his chair,
48 THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
and offering, he flatters himself, a distinguished
contrast to the vulgar person opposite, sat Mr.
Jos. Larkin, of the Lodge, Gylingden. His tall,
bald head was thrown a little back ; one arm, in
its glossy black sleeve, hung over the back of his
chair, with his large red knuckles near the floor.
His pink eyes wore their meek and dove-like
expression ; his mouth a little open, in repose ;
an air of resignation and beatitude, which, to-
gether with his well-known elegance, his long,
lavender tinted trousers, and ribbed silk waistcoat
of the same favourite hue, presented a very perfect
picture, in this vulgar Jewish setting, of a perfect
Christian gentleman.
"If everything favours, Mr. Goldshed, Mr.
Ding well may be in town to-morrow evening.
He sends for me immediately on his arrival, to
my quarters, you understand, and I will send him
on to you, and you to Mrs. Sarah Uurnble's
lodgings."
" Mish Rumble/' drawled Goldshed ; " not
married — a girl, Mish."
" Yes, Mrs. Rumble," continued Larkin, gently,
"there's no harm in saying Mrs.; many ladies
in a position of responsibility, prefer that style to
Miss, for obvious reasons."
Here Goldshed, who was smiling lazily, winked
at his junior, who returned that signal in safety^
A COUNCIL OF THREE. 49
for Mr. Larkin, whose countenance was raised
toward the ceiling, had closed his eyes. The
chaste attorney's discretion amused them,
for Miss Sarah Rumble was an industrious,
careworn girl of two-and-fifty, taciturn, and
with a brown pug face, and tresses somewhat
silvery.
" We are told by the apostle," continued Mr.
Larkin, musingly, "not only to avoid evil, but
the appearance of evil. I forgot, however, our
religions differ."
" Yes — ay — our religions differ, he says ; they
differ, Levi, don't they ?"
" Yes, they do," drawled that theologian.
" Yes, they do ; we see our way to that," con-
cluded Goldshed.
Larkin sighed.
There was a short silence here. Mr. Larkin
opened his pink eyelids, and showing his small,
light blue eyes, while he maintained his easy and
gentlemanlike attitude.
The senior member of the firm looked down on
his desk, thoughtfully, and picked at an old drop
of sealing wax with his office knife, and whistled
a few slow bars, and Mr. Levi, looking down also,
scribbled the cipher of the firm thirteen times,
with flourishes, on a piece of paper.
Mr. Goldshed worked his short thick knees
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50 THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
and Iris heels a little uneasily; the office chair
was growing a little bit frisky, it seemed.
" Nishe shailing, Mr. Larkin, and oh, dear !
a great lot of delicashy ! What do you think?"
said Mr. Goldshed, lifting up the office knife,
with the edge toward the attorney, and letting it
fall back two or three times, between his finger
and thumb, dubiously. " The parties being
swells, makesh it more delicate — ticklish — tick-
lish ; do you shinsherely think it's all quite
straight ? "
" Of course, it's straight. I should hope, Mr.
Goldshed, I have never advised any course that
was not so," said Mr. Larkin, loftily.
" I don't mean religious — law blesh you — I
mean safe" said Mr. Goldshed, soothingly.
A light pink flush touched the bald forehead
of the attorney.
" Whatever is right, sir, is safe ; and that, I
think, can hardly be wrong — I hope not — by
which all parties are benefited," said the attorney.
"All parties be diddled — except our shelves.
I'm thinking of my shelf — and Mr. Levi, here —
and, of courshe, of you. Very much of you," he
added, courteously.
Mr. Larkin acknowledged his care by a faint
meek bow.
" They're swells," repeated Mr. Goldshed.
A COUNCIL OF THREE. 51
" He saysh they're s welsh," repeated Mr. Levi,
whose grave look had something of the air of a
bully in it, fixing his dark prominent eyes on Mr.
Larkin, and turning his cheek that way a little,
also. "There's a danger in handling a swell — in
them matters specially."
" Suppose theresh a contempt ? " said Mr.
Goldshed, whose chair grew restive, and required
management as he spoke.
" He saysh a contempt," repeated Mr. Levi,
"or shomething worse," and he heightened the
emphasis with an oath.
" I'll guarantee you for twopence, Mr. Levi ;
and pray consider me, and do not swear/' urged
Mr. Larkin.
" If you guarantee us, with a penalty," began
Mr. Levi, who chose to take him literally.
" I said that, of course, Mr. Levi, by way of
illustration, only ; no one, of course, dreams of
guaranteeing another without a proper considera-
tion. I should have hoped you could not have mis-
understood me. I don't understand guarantees,
it is a business I have never touched. I'm con-
tent, I hope, with the emoluments of my profes-
sion, and what my landed property gives me. I
only mean this — that there is no risk. What do we
know of Mr. Dingwell, that is not perfectly above
board — perfectly? I challenge the world upon
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52 THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
that. If anything should happen to fall through,
we, surely, are not to blame. At the same time if
you — looking at it with your experience — appre-
hend any risk, of course, I couldn't think of allow-
ing you to go on. I can arrange, this evening,
and not very far from this house, either."
As Mr. Larkin concluded, he made a feint ot
rising.
" Baah ! " exclaimed Levi. " You don't think
we want to back out of thish transhaction, Mr.
Larkin ? rco-o-oh ! That's not the trick of thish
offishe — is it, gov'nor ? He saysh ?io"
"No," echoed Goldshed.
" No, never — noways ! you hear him ? " re-
iterated Mr. Levi. "In for a penny, in for a
pound — in for a shilling, in for a thousand.
Baah ! — No, never."
" No, noways — never ! " reverberated Goldshed,
in deep, metallic tones. " But, Levi, there, must
look an inch or two before his noshe — and sho
must I — and sho, my very good friend, Mr.
Larkin, must yon—h bit before your noshe. I
don't see no great danger. "We all know, the
Honourable Arthur Verney is dead. We are
sure of that — and all the rest is not worth the
odd ha'pensh in that book," and he touched the
mighty ledger lying by him, in which millions
were entered. " The rest is Dingwell's affair."
A COUNCIL OF THREE. 53
" Just so, Mr. Goldshed," acquiesced Mr.
Larkiu. " We go together in that view."
" Dingwell be blowed ! — what need we care for
Dingwell ? M tolled out Mr. Goldshed, with his
ringing bass.
" Baah ! — drat him ! " echoed the junior.
"Yes — a — quite as you say — but where's the
good of imprecation? With that exception, I
quite go with you. It's DingwelFs affair — not
ours. We, of course, go straight — and i" certainly
have no reason to suspect Dingwell of anything
crooked or unworthy."
" Oh, no— baah \— nothing ! " said Levi.
" Nor I," added Goldshed.
" It'sh delicate — it izh delicate — but very pro-
mishing," said Mr. Goldshed, who was moisten-
ing a cigar in his great lips. " Very — and no-
thing crooked about it."
* No-thing crooked— wo / " repeated Mr. Levi,
shaking his glossy curls slowly. "But very deli-
cate."
" Then, gentlemen, it's understood — I'm at
liberty to assume — that Mr. Dingwell finds one
or other of you here whenever he calls after dark,
and you'll arrange at once about the little pay-
ments."
To which the firm having promptly assented,
Mr. Larkin took his leave, and, being a client of
54 THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
consideration, was accompanied to the shabby
doorstep by Mr. Levi, who, standing at the hall-
door, with his hands in his pockets, nodded slily
to him across the flagged courtyard, into the cab
window, in a way which Mr. Jos. Larkin of the
Lodge thought by many degrees too familiar.
"Well — there's a cove ! " said Mr. Levi, laugh-
ing lazily, and showing his long rows of ivory
fangs, as he pointed over his shoulder, with the
point of his thumb, towards the street.
" Rum un ! " said Mr. Goldshed, laughing
likewise, as he held his lighted cigar between his
fingers.
And they laughed together tranquilly for a
little, till, with a sudden access of gravity, Mr.
Goldshed observed, with a little wag of his
head —
" He's da-a-am clever ! "
" Ay — yes — da-a-am clever ! " echoed Levi.
" Not as much green as you'd put your finger
on — I tell you — no muff — devilish good lay, as
you shall see," continued Goldshed.
" Devilish good — no, no muff — nothing green,"
repeated Mr. Levi, lighting his cigar. " Good
head for speculation — might be a bit too clever,
Tin thinking," and he winked gently at his
governor.
" Believe you, my son, if we'd let him — but
A COUNCIL OF THREE. 55
we won't — will we ? " drawled Mr. Goldshed,
jocosely.
"Not if I knows it," said Mr. Levi, sitting on
the table, with his feet on the stool, and smoking
towards the wall.
CHAPTER VI.
MR. DINGWELL ARRIVES.
Messrs. Goldshed and Levi owned four
houses in Rosemary Court, and Miss Sarah
Rumble was their tenant. The court is dark,
ancient, and grimy. Miss Rumble let lodgings,
worked hard, led an anxious life, and subsisted on
a remarkably light diet, and at the end of the
year never had a shilling over. Her Jewish land-
lords used to pay her a visit now and then, to
receive the rent, and see that everything was
right. These visits she dreaded; they were
grumbling and minatory, and enlivened by occa-
sional oaths and curses. But though it was part
of their system to keep their tenants on the alert
by perpetual fault-findings and menaces, they
knew very well that they got every shilling the
house brought in, that Miss Rumble lived on
next to nothing, and never saved a shilling, and
was, in fact, their underfed, overworked, and inde-
fatigable slave.
MR. DIXGWELL ARRIVES. 57
"With the uncomplaining and modest charity of
the poor, Sarah Rumble maintained her little
orphan niece and nephew by extra labour at
needle- work, and wonderful feats of domestic
economy.
This waste of resources Mr. Levi grudged. He
had never done complaining of it, and demon-
strating that it could only be accomplished by her
holding the house at too low a rent ; how else
could it be? Why was she to keep other people's
brats at the expense of Messrs. Goldshed and
Levi ? What was the workhouse for ? This per-
petual pressure was a sore trouble to the poor
woman, who had come to love the children as if
they were her own; and after one of Mr. Levi's
minatory visits she often lay awake sobbing, in
the terror and yearnings of her unspeakable affec-
tion, whilst its unconscious objects lay fast asleep
by her side.
From Mr. Levi, in his accustomed vein, Miss
Humble had received full instructions for the
reception and entertainment of her new lodger,
Mr. Dingwell. He could not say when he would
arrive, neither the day nor the hour; and several
days had already elapsed, and no arrival had
taken place. This evening she had gone down to
■' the shop," so designated, as if there had been
but one in Loudon, to lay out a shilling and seven
58 THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
pence very carefully, leaving her little niece and
nephew in charge of the candle and the house,
and spelling out their catechism for next day.
A tapping came to the door ; not timid, nor yet
menacing ; a sort of double knock, delivered with
a walking-cane ; on the whole a sharp but gentle-
manlike summons, to which the little company
assembled there were unused. The children lifted
their eyes from the book before them, and stared
at the door without answering. It opened with a
latch, which, without more ado, was raised, and a
tall, white-haired gentleman, with a stoop, and a
very brown skin, looked in inquisitively, and said,
with a smile that was not pleasant, and a voice not
loud but somewhat harsh and cold —
" Mrs. or Miss Rumble hereabouts, my dears ? "
" Miss Rumble ; that's aunt, please, sir ; "
answered the little girl, slipping down from her
chair, and making a courtesy.
r< Well, she's the lady I want to speak with, my
love. AVhere is she ? " said the gentleman,
glancing round the homely chamber from under
his white eyebrows with a pair of cold, gray,
restless eyes.
" She's — she's " — - — hesitated the child.
" Not in bed, I see; nor in the cupboard"
(the cupboard door was open). " Is she up the
chimney, my charming child ? "
MR DIXGWELL ARRIVES. 59
" No, sir, please ; she's gone to Mrs. Chalk's
for the bacon."
"Mrs. Chalk's for the bacon?" echoed the
gentleman. "Very good! Excellent woman!
excellent bacon, I dare say. But how far away
is it ? — how soon shall we have your aunt back
again ? "
" Just round the corner, please, sir ; aunt's
never no time," answered the child. " Would
you please call in again ? "
" Charming young lady ! So accomplished !
Who taught you your grammar ? So polite — so
suspicious. Do you know the meaning of that
word, my dear ? "
" No, sir, please."
" And Fm vastly obliged for your invitation
to call again ; but I find your company much too
agreeable to think of going away ; so, if you
allow me — and do shut that door, my sweet child ;
many thanks — I'll do myself the honour to sit
down, if I may venture, and continue to enjoy
your agreeable conversation, till your aunt returns
to favour us with her charming presence — and
bacon."
The old gentleman was glancing from under
his brows, from corner to corner of this homely
chamber; an uneasy habit, not curiosity; and,
during his ceremonious speech, he kept bowing
60 THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
and smiling, and set down a black leather bag
that he had in his hand, on the deal table, together
with his walking-cane, and pulled off his gloves,
and warmed his hands at the tiny bit of fire.
When his back was toward them the children ex-
changed a glance, and the little boy looked fright-
ened, and on the point of bursting into tears.
" Hish I " whispered the girl, alarmed, for she
could not tell what effect the demonstration
might have upon the stranger — " quiet ! " — and
she shook her finger in urgent warning at
Jemmie. u A very nice gent, as has money for
aunty- — there ! "
So the tears that stood in Jemmie's big eyes
were not followed by an outcry, and the gentle-
man, with his hat and outside wrapper on, stood,
now, with his back to the little fire, looking, in
his restless way, over the children's heads, with
his white, cold eyes, and the same smile. There
was a dreamy idea hauuting Lucy Maria's head
that this gentleman was very like a white animal
she had seen at the Surrey Zoological Gardens
when her uncle had treated her to that instructive
show ; the same sort of cruel grin, and the same
restless oscillation before the bars of its cage.
"Hey! so shell be back again?" said he,
recollecting the presence of the two children;
" the excellent lady, your aunt, I mean. Superb
MR. DING WELL ARRIVES. Gl
apartment this is, but it strikes me, hardly suffi-
ciently lighted, hey? One halfpenny candle,
however brilliant, can hardly do justice to such a
room j pretty taper — very pretty — isn't it ? Such
nice mutton fat, my dear young lady, and such a
fine long snuff — like a chimney, with a Quaker's
hat on the top of it — you don't see such fine
things everywhere ! And who's this young gen-
tleman, who enjoys the distinction of being ad-
mitted to your salon j a page, or what ? "
" It's Jemmie, sir; stand up, and bow to the
gentleman, Jemmie."
Jemmie slipped down on the floor, and made a
very alarmed bow, with his great eyes staring
deprecatingly in the visitor's face.
" I'm charmed to make your acquaintance.
What grace and ease ! It's perfectly charming !
I'm too much honoured, Mr. Jemmie. And so
exquisitely got up, too ! There's only one little
toilet refinement I would venture to recommend.
The worthy lady, Mrs. Chalks, who contributes
bacon to this house, and, I presume, candles —
could, I dare say, also supply another luxury,
with which you are not so well acquainted, called
soap — one of the few perfectly safe cosmetics.
Pray try it; you'll find it soluble in water. And,
ho ? reading too ! "What have you been reading
out of that exquisite little volume ? "
62 THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
" Catechism, please sir," answered the little
girl.
" Ho, Catechism ? Delightful ! What a won-
derful people we English are ! '' The latter re-
flection was made for his own entertainment, and
he laughed over it in an under-tone. " Then
your aunt teaches you the art of godliness?
You've read about Babel, didn't you? — the accom-
plishment of getting up to heaven is so nice ! "
" Sunday school, sir, please," said the girl.
"Oh, it's there you learn it? Well, I shall
ask you only one question in your Catechism, and
that's the first — what's your name? "
" Lucy Maria."
" Well, Lucy Maria and Mr. Jemmie, I trust
your theological studies may render you at last
as pious as I am. You know how death and sin
came into the world, and you know what they
are. Sin is doing anything on earth that's
pleasant, and death's the penalty of it. Did you
ever see any one dead, my sweet child — not able
to raise a finger or an eyelid ? rather a fix, isn't
it ? — and screwed up in a stenching box to be
eaten by worms — all alone, under ground ? You'll
be so, egad, and your friend, Jemmie, there,
perhaps before me — though I'm an old boy.
Younkers go off sometimes by the score. I've
seen 'em trundled out in fever and plague, egad,
MR. DIXGWELL ARRIVES. 63
lying in rows, like plucked chickens in a poul-
terer's shop. And they say you have scarlatina
all about you here, now ; bad complaint, you
know, that kills the little children. You need
not frighten yourselves though, because it must
happen, sooner or later — die you must. It's the
penalty, you know, because Eve once eat an
apple."
" Yes, sir."
" Rather hard lines on us, isn't it ? She eat
an apple, and sin, and death, and colic — I never
eat an apple in consequence — colic came into the
world, and cider, as a consequence — the worst
drink ever invented by the devil. And now go
on and learn vour Church Catechism thorou&hlv,
and you'll both turn into angels. Upon my life,
I think I see the feathers beginning to sprout
from your shoulders already. You'll have wings,
you know, if all goes right, and tails for anything
I know."
The little boy looked in his face perplexed and
frightened — the little girl, answering his haggard
grin with an attempted smile, showed also bewil-
derment and dismay in her eyes. They were both
longing for the return of their aunt.
Childish nature, which is only human nature
without its scarf skin, is always afraid of irony.
It is not its power, but its treachery that is
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dreadful — the guise of friendship hiding a baleful
purpose underneath. One might fancy the sea-
soned denizens of Gehenna welcoming, compli-
menting, and instructing new comers with these
profound derisions. How children delight in
humour ! how they wince and quail under irony !
Be it ever so rudely fashioned and clumsily
handled, still it is to them a terrible weapon. If
children are to be either ridiculed or rebuked, let
it be honestly, in direct terms. We should not
scare them with this jocularity of devils.
Having thus amused himself with the children
for a time, he unlocked his leather bag, took out.
two or three papers, ordered the little girl to
snuff the candle, and pulled it across the table to
the corner next himself, and, sitting close by,
tried to read, holding the letter almost in the
flame, screwing his white eyebrows together, and
shifting his position, and that of the candle also,
with very little regard to the studious convenience
of the children.
He gave it up. The red and smoky light tried
his eyes too severely. So, not well pleased, he
locked his letters up again.
" Cat's eyes — owls ! How the devil they read
by it passes my comprehension. Any more
candles here — hey ? " he demanded with a sudden
sharpness that made the children start.
MR. DING WELL ARRIVES. Go
"" Three, please sir."
« Get 'em."
" On the nail in the closet, please sir."
« Get 'em; d— n it ! "
" Closers locked, please sir. Aunt has the key."
" Ha ! M he snarled, and looked at the children
as if he would like to pick a quarrel with them.
" Does your aunt allow you to let the fire out
on nights like this — hey ? You're a charming
young lady, you — and this young gentleman, in
manners and appearance, everything the proudest
aunt could desire ; but I'm curious to know
whether either one or the other is of the slightest
earthly use ; and secondly, whether she keeps a
"birch-rod in that closet — hey ? — and now and
then flogs you — ha, ha, ha ! The expense of the
rod is trifling, the pain not worth mentioning,
and soon over, but the moral effects are ad-
mirable, better and more durable — take my word
for it — than all the catechisms in Paternoster
Row."
The old gentleman seemed much tickled by his
own pleasantries, and laughed viciously as he
eyed the children.
" You did not tell me a fib, I hope, my dear,
about your aunt ? She's a long time about
coming ; and, I say, do put a little coal on the
fire, will you ? "
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6$ THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
" Coal's locked up, please sir/' said the child,
■who was growing more afraid of him every
minute.
" 'Gad, it seems to me that worthy woman's
afraid you'll carry off the bricks and plaster.
"Where's the poker? Chained to the wall, I sup-
pose. Well, there's a complaint called klepto-
mania— it comes with a sort of irritation at the
tips of the fingers, and I should not be surprised
if you and your friend Jemmie, there, had
got it."
Jemmie looked at his fingers' ends, and up in
the gentleman's face, in anxious amazement.
" But there's a cure for it — essence of cane —
and if that won't do, a capital charm — nine tails
of a gray cat, applied under competent direction.
Your aunt seems to understand that disorder — it
begins with an itching in the fingers, and ends
with a pain in the back — ha, ha, ha ! You're a
pair of theologians, and, if you've read John
Bunyan, no doubt understand and enjoy an
allegory."
" Yes, sir, please, we will/' answered poor Lucy
Maria, in her perplexity.
" And we'll be very good friends, Miss Maria
Louise, or whatever your name is, I've no doubt,
provided you play me no tricks and do precisely
whatever I bid you ; and, upon my soul, if you
MR. DINGWELL ARRIVES. 67
don't, Fll take the devil out of my pocket and
frighten you out of your wits, I will — ha, ha, ha !
— so sure as you live, into fits ! "
And the old gentleman, with an ugly smile on
his thin lips, and a frown between his white eye-
brows, fixed his glittering gaze on the child and
wagged his head.
You may be sure she was relieved when, at that
moment, she heard her aunt's well-known step on
the lobby, and the latch clicked, the door opened,
and Miss Rumble entered.
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kCHAPTER VII.
MR. DINGWELL MAKES HIMSELF COMFORTABLE.
"Ah ! — ho ! you are Miss Rumble — hey ? " said
the old gentleman, fixing a scrutinising glance
from under his white eyebrows upon Sally Rumble,
who stood in the doorway, in wonder, not unmixed
with alarm ; for people who stand every hour in
presence of Giant Want, with his sword at their
throats, have lost their faith in fortune, and long
ceased to expect a benevolent fairy in any stranger
who may present himself dubiously, and anticipate
rather an enemy. So, looking hard at the gentle-
man who stood before the little fire, with his hat
on, and the light of the solitary dipt candle shining
on his by no means pleasant countenance, she
made him a little frightened courtesy, and ac-
knowledged that she was Sally Rumble, though
she could not tell what was to follow.
u I've been waiting ; I came here to see you —
pray, shut the door — from two gentlemen, Jews
whom you know — friends — don't be uneasy — '
MR. DINGWELL MAKES HIMSELF COMFORTABLE. 69
friends of mine, friends of yours — Mr. Goldshed
and Mr. Levi, the kindest, sweetest, sharpest fel-
lows alive, and here's a note from them — you can
read? "
" Read ! Law bless you — yes, sir," answered
Sally.
"Thanks for the blessing: read the note; it's
only to tell you Pm the person they mentioned
this morning, Mr. Dingwell. Are the rooms
ready ? You can make me comfortable — eh ? "
" In a humble way, wr" she answered, with a
courtesy.
u Yes, of course ; I'm a humble fellow, and — I
hear you're a sensible young lady. These little
pitchers here, of course, have ears : I'll say all
that's necessary as we go up : there's a fellow with
a cab at the door, isn't there? Well, there's some
little luggage of mine on it — we must get it up
stairs ; give the Harnal something to lend a hand ;
but first let me see rny room>."
" Yes, sir," said Sally, with another courtesy,
not knowing what a Hamal meant. And Mr.
Dingwell, taking up his bag and stick, followed
her in silence, as with the dusky candle she led
the way up the stairs.
She lighted a pair of candles in the drawing-
room. There was some fire in the grate. The
rooms looked better than he had expected : there
70 THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
were curtains, and an old Turkish carpet, and
some shabby, and some handsome, pieces of fur-
niture.
" It will do, it will do — ha, ha, ha ! How like a
pawnbroker's store it looks — no two things match
in it ; but it is not bad : those Jew fellows, of
course, did it ? All this stuff isn't yours ? n said
Mr. Dingwell.
" Law bless you, no, sir," answered Sally, with
a dismal smile and a shake of her head.
" Thanks again for your blessing. And the
t>ed-room ? " inquired he.
She pushed open the door.
a Capital looking-glass," said he, standing before
his dressing-table — acap-i-tal! if it weren't for
that great seam across the middle — ha, ha, ha !
funny effect, by Jove ! Is it colder than usual,
here?"
" No, sir, please ; a nice evening."
<f Devilish nice, by Allah ! I'm cold through and
through my great coat. Will you please poke up
that fire a little ? Hey ! what a grand bed we've
got ! what tassels and ropes ! and, by Jove, carved
angels or Cupids — I hope Cupids — on the foot-
board ! " he said, running the tip of his cane along
the profile of one of them. " They must have got
this a wonderful bargain. Hey ! I hope no one
died in it last week? "
MR DINGWELL MAKES HIMSELF COMFORTABLE. 71
u Oh, la ! sir ; Mr. Levi is a very pitickler
gentleman ; he wouldn't for all he's worth."
" Oh ! not he, I know ; very particular."
Mr. Dingwell was holding the piece of damask
curtain between his finger and thumb, and she
fancied was sniffing at it gently.
M Very particular, but I'm more so. We,
English, are the dirtiest dogs in the world. They
ought to get the Turks to teach 'em to wash and
be clean. I travelled in the East once, for a com-
mercial house, and know something of them.
Can you make coffee? "
" Yes, sir, please."
'•'Very strong? "
" Yes, sir, sure."
" Very, mind. As strong as the devil it must
be, and as clear as — as your conscience." He was
getting out a tin case, as he spoke. " Here it is.
I got it in — I forget the name — a great place,
near one of your bridges. I suppose it's as good
as any to be had in this place. Of course it isn't
all coffee. AYe must go to the heathen for that ;
but if they haven't ground up toasted skeletons,
or anything dirty in it, I'm content. I'm told
you can't eat or drink a mouthful here without
swallowing something you never bargained for.
Everything is drugged. Look at our Caiquejees !
You have no such men in your padded Horse-
72 Tin-: tenants of malouy.
guards. And what do they live on? Why, a
crust of brown bread and a melon, and now and
then a dish of pilauf ! But it's good—it's pure —
it's what it calls itself. You d d Christian
cheats, you're an opprobrium to commerce and
civilisation; you're the greatest oafs on earth,
with all your police and spies. Why it's only to
will it, and you dont; you let it go on. We are
assuredly a beastly people ! "
" Sugar, please, sir? "
"No, thank you."
" Take milk, sir ? "
" Heaven forbid ! Milk, indeed ! I tell you
what, Mrs. — What's your name I — I tell you, if
the Sultan had some of your great fellows — your
grocers, and bakers, and dairymen, and brewers,
egad ! — out there, he'd have 'em on their ugly
faces and bastinado their great feet into custard
pudding ! I've seen fellows — and devilish glad I
tvas to see it, I can tell you — screaming like stuck
pigs, and their eyes starting out of their heads,
and their feet like bags of black currant jelly,
ha, ha, ha ! — for a good deal less. Now, you see,
ma'am, I have high notions of honesty j and this
tin case I'm going to give you will give me three
small cups of coffee, as strong as I've described,
six times over; do you understand? — six times
three, eighteen ; eighteen small cups of coffee ;
MR. DIXGWELL MAKES HIMSELF COMFORTABLE. 73
and don't let those pretty little foxes' cubs down
stairs meddle with it. Tell 'em I know what I'm
about, and they'd better not, ha, ha, ha ! nor with
anything that belongs to me, to the value of a
single piastre."
Miss Sarah Rumble was a good deal dismayed
by the jubilant severity of Mr. Dingwell's morals.
She would have been glad had he been of a less
sharp and cruel turn of pleasantry. Her heart
was heavy, and she wished herself a happy deliver-
ance, and had a vague alarm about the poor little
children's falling under suspicion, and of all that
might follow. But what could she do ? Poverty
is so powerless, and has so little time to weigh
matters maturely, or to prepare for any change ;
its hands are always so full, and its stomach so
empty, and its spirits so dull.
"I wish those d d curtains were off the
bed," and again they underwent the same dis-
gusting process; "and the bed-clothes, egad!
They purify nothing here. You know nothing
about them either, of course ? No — but they
would not like to kill me. No; — that would not
do. Knock their little game on the head, eh? I
suppose it is all right. What's prevalent here
now ? What sort of — I mean what sort of death
— fever, small-pox, or scarlatina — eh ? Much
sickness going ? "
74 THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
" Nothink a'rnost, sir ; a little measles among
the children."
" No objection to that ; it heads them down a
bit, and does not trouble us. But what among
the grown people ? "
" Nothink to signify in the court here, for three
months a' most."
"And then, ma'am, what was it, pray? Give
those to your boy " (they were his boots) ; " let
him rub 'em up, ma'am, he's not a bit too young
to begin ; and, egad ! he had better do 'em well,
too ; " and thrusting his feet into a great pair of
slippers, he reverted to his question — "What
sickness was then, ma'am, three months ago, here
in this pleasant little prison-yard of a place —
hey ? "
" Fever, please, sir, at No. 4. Three took it,
please : two of 'em went to hospital."
u And never walked out ? "
u Don't know, indeed, sir — and one died, please,
sir, in the court here, and he left three little
children."
" I hope they're gone away ? "
" Yes, sir, please."
" Well, that's a release. Rest his soul, he's
dead ! as our immortal bard, that says everything
so much better than anyone else, says ; and rest our
souls, they're gone with their vile noise. So your
MB. DIXGWELL MAKES HIMSELF COMFORTABLE. 75
bill of mortality is not much to signify; and make
that coffee — d'ye see ? — this moment, and let me
have it as hot as— as the final abode of Dissenters
and Catholics — I see you believe in the Church
Catechism — immediately, if you please, to the
next room."
So, with a courtesy, Sally Rumble tripped from
the room, with the coffee-case in her hand.
CHAPTER VIII.
THE LODGER AND HIS LANDLADY.
Sally was beginning to conceive a great fear
of her guest, and terror being the chief spring of
activity, in a marvellously short time the coffee
was made, and she, with Lucy Maria holding the
candle behind her, knocking at what they called
the drawing-room door. When, in obedience to
his command, she entered, he was standing by the
chimney-piece, gazing at her through an atmo-
sphere almost hazy with tobacco smoke. He had
got on his dressing-gown, which was pea- green,
and a scarlet fez, and stood with his inquisitive
smile and scowl, and his long pipe a little re-
moved from his lips.
"Oli, it's you? yes; no one — do you mind —
except Mr. Larkin, or Mr. Levi, or Mr. Goldshed,
ever comes in to mc — always charmed to see you,
and them — but there ends my public ; so, my
dear lady, if any person should ask to see Mr.
Dingwell, from New Fork in America, you'll
THE LODGER AXD HIS LANDLADY. 77
simply say there's no such person here — yes —
there's — no — such — person — here — upon my
honour. And you're no true woman if you don't
say so with pleasure — because it's a fib."
Sarah Rumble courtesied affirmatively.
" I forgot to give you this note — my letter of
introduction. Here, ma'am, take it, and read it,
if you can. It comes from those eminent harpies,
the Messrs. Goldshed and Levi — your landlords,
aren't they ? "
Another courtesy from grave, dark-browed Miss
Rumble acknowledged the fact.
" It is pleasant to be accredited by such gentle-
men— good landlords, I dare say ? "
" I've nothing to say against Mr. Levi ; and
I'm 'appy to say, sir, my rent's bin always paid
up punctual," she said.
"Yes, just so — capital landlord! charming
tenant ; and I suspect if you didn't, they'd find a
way to make you — eh ? Your coffee's not so bad
— you may make it next time just a degree
stronger, bitter as wormwood and verjuice, please
— black and bitter, ma'am, as English prejudice.
It isn't badly made, however — no, it is really
good. It isn't a common Christian virtue, making
good coffee — the Mahometans have a knack of it,
and you must be a bit of a genius, ma'am, for I
think you'll make it very respectably by to-
rfS THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
morrow evening, or at latest, by next year. You
shall do everything well for me, madam. The
Dingwells are always d — d nighty, wicked, un-
reasonable people, ma'am, and you'll find me a
regular Dingwell, and worse, madam. Look at
me — don't I look like a vampire. I tell you,
ma'am, I've been buried, and they would not let
me rest in my grave, and they've called me up by
their infernal incantations, and here I am, ma'am,
an evoked spirit. I have not read that bit of
paper. How do they introduce me — as Mr.
Dingwell, or Mr. Dingwell's ghost ? I'm wound
up in a sort of way ; but I'm deficient in blood,
ma'am, and in heat. You'll have to keep the fire
up always like this, Mrs. Rumble. You'd better
mind, or you'll have me a bit too like a corpse to
be pleasant. Egad ! I frighten myself in the glass,
ma'am. There is what they call transfusion of
blood now, ma'am, and a very sensible thing it is.
Pray, don't you think so ? "
u I do suppose what you say's correct, sir."
" When a fellow comes out of the grave, ma'am
— that's sherry in that bottle ; be kind enough to
fill this glass — he's chilly, and he wants blood,
Mrs. Rumble. A gallon, or so, transfused into
my veins wouldn't hurt me. You can't make
blood fast enough for the wear and tear of life,
especially in a place like merry England, as the
THE LODGER AND HIS LANDLADY. 79
poets call it— and merry England is as damp all
over as one of your charnel vaults under your
dirty churches. Egad ! it's enough to make a
poor ghost like me turn vampire, and drain those
rosy little brats of yours — ha, ha, ha ! — your chil-
dren, are they, Mrs. Rumbble — eh? "
"No, sir, please — my brother's children."
"Your brother's — ho ! He doesn't live here, I
hope ? "
" He's dead, sir."
"Dead — is he? "
" Five years last May, sir."
"Oh ! that's good. And their mother ? — some
more sherry, please."
"Dead about four years, poor thing! They're
orphans, sir, please."
"'Gad ! I do please ; it's a capital arrangement,
ma'am, as they are here, and you mustn't let 'em
go among the children that swarm about places
like this. Egad ! ma'am, I've no fancy for scar-
latina or small-pox, or any sort or description of
your nursery maladies."
" They're very 'ealthy, sir, I thank you," said
grave Sarah Rumble, a little mistaking Mr. Ding-
well's drift.
" Very glad to hear it, ma'am."
"Very kind o' you, sir," she said, with a
courtesy.
80 THE TENANTS OF MALOBY.
"Kind, of course, yes, very kind," he echoed.
"Very 'ealthy, indeed, sir, I'm thankful to
say."
" Well, yes, they do look well — for town brats,
you know — plump and rosy — hang 'em, little
skins of sweet red wine ; egad ! enough to make
a fellow turn vampire, as I said. Give me a little
more sherry — thank you, ma'am. Any place near
here where they sell ice ? "
"Yes, sir, there's Mr. Candy's hice-store, in
Love Lane, sir."
" You must arrange to get me a pound, or so,
every day at twelve o'clock, broken up in lumps,
like sugar, and keep it in a cold cellar; do you
mind, ma'am ? "
"Yes, sir, please."
" How old are you, ma'am ? Well, no, you
need not mind — hardly a fair question ; a steady
woman — a lady who has seen the world — some-
thing of it, hey ? w said he ; " so have / — I'm a
steady old fellow, egad ! — you must give me a
latch-key, ma'am."
"Yes, sir."
" Some ten or twelve years will see us out ;
curious thing life, ma'am, eh? ha, ha, ha! —
Sparkling cup, ma'am, while it lasts — sometimes ;
pity the flask has so few glasses, and is flat so
soon ; isn't it so, ma'am ? "
THE LODGER AND HIS LANDLADY. 81
" I never drank wine, sir, but once."
" No ! where was that ? "
" At Mr. Snelly's wedding, twenty years since."
" 'Gad ! you'd make a good Turk, ma'am — don't
mistake me — it's only they drink no wine. You've
found life an up-hill business, then, hey ? "
Mrs. Humble sighed profoundly, shook her
head, and said, —
" I've 'ad my trials, sir."
" Ha, ha, ha ! to be sure, why not ? then you're
a bit tired, I dare say ; what do you think of
death ? "
" I wish I was ready, sir."
"An ugly fellow, hey? 1 don't like the smell
of him, ma'am."
"We has our hopes, sir."
" Oh ! sure and certain hope — yes, the resur-
rection, hey ? "
" Yes, sir, there's only one thing troubles me —
them poor little children. I wouldn't care how
soon I went if they was able to do for them-
selves."
"They do that very early in London — girls
especially j and you're giving them such an ex-
cellent training — Sunday school — eh — and Church
Catechism, I see. The righteous are never for-
saken, my excellent mother used to tell me; and
if the Catechism does not make little Miss what's-
82 THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
her-narae righteous, I'm afraid the rosy little
rogue has a spice of the devil in her."
" God forbid, sir."
11 Amen, of course. I'm sure they're all right —
I hope they are — for I'll whip 'em both; I give
you fair warning, on my honour, I will, if they
give me the least trouble."
" I'll be very careful, sir, and keep them out of
the way," said the alarmed Sarah Rumble.
" Oh ! I don't care about that ; let 'em run
about, as long as they're good ; I've no objection
in life to children — quite the contrary — plump
little rogues — I like 'em — only, egad ! if they're
naughty, I'll turn 'em up, mind."
Miss Rumble looked at him with as much
alarm as if the threat had been to herself.
He was grinning at her in return, and nodded
once or twice sharply.
" Yes, ma'am, lollypops and sugar-candy when
they're good ; but, egad ! when they're naughty,
ma'am, you'll hear 'em squalling."
Miss Rumble made an alarmed courtesy.
"'Gad, I forgot how cold this d d town is.
I say, you'll keep a fire in my bed-room, please;
lay on enough to carry me through the night, do
you mind ?"
" Yes, sir."
"And poke this fire up, and put some more
THE LODGER AND HIS LANDLADY. 83
wood, or coal, on it ; I don't expect to be ever
warm again — in this world, eh ? — ha, ha, ha ! I
remember our gardener, when we were boys, tell-
ing me a story of a preacher in a hard frost,
telling his congregation that hell was a terribly
cold place, lest if he described what good fires they
kept there they'd all have been wishing to get
into it. Did you ever know any one, ma'am, of
my name, Dingivell, before, eh ? Where were
you born ? "
" London, sir, please."
" Ho ! Canterbury was our place ; we were
great people, the Dingwells, there once. My
father failed, though — fortune of war— and I've
seen all the world since; 'gad, I've met with queer
people, ma'am, and one of those chances brings
me here now. If I had not met the oddest fish I
ever set my eyes on, in the most out-o'-the-way-
place on earth, I should not have had the happi-
ness of occupying this charming apartment at this
moment, or of making your acquaintance, or that
of your plump little Cupid and Psyche, down
stairs. London, I suppose, is pretty much what
it always was, where any fellow with plenty of
money may have plenty of fun. Lots of sin
in London, ma'am, eh? Not quite so good
as Vienna. But the needs and pleasures of all
men, according to their degree, are wonderfully
g2
84 THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
provided for ; wherever money is there is a market
— for the cabman's copper and the guinea of the
gentleman he drives — everything for money,
ma'am — bouquets, and smiles, and coffins, wooden
or leaden, according to your relative fastidious-
ness. But things change very fast, ma'am. Look
at this map; I should not know the town — a
wilderness, egad ! and no one to tell you where
fun is to be found."
She gazed, rather frightened, at this leering,
giggling old man, who stood with his shoulders
against the chimney-piece, and his hands tum-
bling over his shillings in his pockets, and his
sinister and weary face ever so little flushed with
his sherry and his talk.
" Well, if you can give a poor devil a wrinkle of
any sort — hey? — it will be a charity ; but, egad !
I'm as sleepy as the Homilies," and he yawned
direfully. " Do, like an angel, go and see to my
room, I can scarcely keep my eyes open."
From the next room she heard him hi-yeawing
in long-drawn yawns, and talking in snatches to
himself over the fire, and when she came buck he
took the candle and said, —
" Beaten, ma'am, fairly beaten to-night. Not
quite what I was, though I'm good for something
still ; but an old fellow can't get on without his
Bleep."
THE LODGER AND HIS LANDLADY. 8 5
Mr. Dingwell's extraordinary communicative-
ness Mould have quite charmed her, had it not
been in a faint way racy of corruption, and fol-
lowed with a mocking echo of insult, which she
caught, but could not accurately interpret. The
old rascal was irrepressibly garrulous ; but he was
too sleepy to talk much more, and looked ruefully
worn out.
He took the bed-room candle with a great
yawn, and staggering, I am bound to say only
with sleep, he leaned for a moment against the
doorway of his room, and said, in his grimmer
vein, —
"You'll bring me a cup of coffee, mind, at
eight o'clock — black, no milk, no sugar — and a
bit of dry toast, as thin as a knife and as hard as
a tile ; do you understand ? "
" Yes, sir."
" And why the devil don't you say so ? And,
lest I should forget, Mr. Levi will be here to-
morrow, at eleven, with another gentleman.
Show them both up ; and, I say, there are several
things I'm particular about, and Fll put them on
paper — egad ! that's the best way — to-morrow, and
I'll post it up in my room, like a firmaun, and
you had better attend to them, thafs all ; " and
holding up his candle, as he stood in the door,
way, he gazed round the bed-room, and seemed
86 THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
satisfied, and shut the door sharply in her face,
without turning about, or perhaps intending that
rudeness, as she was executing her valedictory
courtesy.
CHAPTER IX.
IN WHICH MR. DINGWELL PUTS HIS HAND TO
THE POKER.
At eleven o'clock next morning, Mr. Dingwell
was refreshed, and ready to receive his expected
visitors. He had just finished a pipe as he heard
their approaching steps upon the stairs, and Miss
Sarah Rumble pushed open the door and per-
mitted Mr. Levi and his friend to enter and
announce themselves. Mr. Dingwell received
them with a slight bow and a rather sarcastic
smile.
Mr. Levi entered first, with his lazy smile
showing his glittering fangs, and his fierce, cun-
ning, prominent eyes swept the room, and rested
on Mr. Dingwell. Putting down his hat on the
middle of the narrow table, he stooped across,
extending his lank arm and long hand towrard
the white-headed old man with the broad fore-
head and lean brown face, who happened to turn
to the chimneypiece just then, to look for a paper,
and so did not shake hands.
88 THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
<{ And Mr. Larkin?" said Mr. Dingwell, with
the same smile, as he turned about and saw that
slim, bald, pink-eyed impersonation of Christianity
overtopping the dark and glossy representative of
the Mosaic dispensation.
" Sit down, pray — though — eh ? — has my
friend, Miss Rumble, left us chairs enough?"
said Mr. Dingwell, looking from corner to corner.
" Quite ample ; thanks, many thanks," an-
swered Mr. Larkin, who chose, benignantly, to
take this attention to himself. " Three chairs,
yes, and three of us; pray, Mr. Dingwell, don't
take any trouble."
" Oh ! thank you ; but I was not thinking of
taking any trouble, only I should not like to be
left without a chair. Miss Sarah Rumble, I dare
say she's very virtuous, but she's not brilliant,"
he continued as he approached. " There, for
instance, her pot-house habits ! She leaves my
old hat on the centre of the table ! " and with a
sudden sweep of the ebony stem of his long pipe,
he knocked Mr. Levi's hat upon the floor, and
kicked it into the far corner of the room.
u Da-a-am it ; that'sh my hat ! " said Mr. Levi,
looking after it.
" So much the better for me" said Mr. Ding-
well, with an agreeable smile and a nod.
" An error — quite a mistake," interposed Mr.
MR. DINGWELL HANDLES THE POKER, H')
Larkin, with officious politeness. " Shall I pick
it up, Mr. Levi ? ,J
" Leave it lay," said Mr. Levi, sulkily ; " no
use now. It's got its allowance, I expect."
" Gentlemen, you'll not detain me longer than
is necessary, if you please, because I hate busi-
ness, on principle, as a Jew does ham — I beg
pardon Mr. Levi, I forgot for a moment — the
greatest respect for your religion, but I do hate
business as I hate an attorney — 'Gad ! there is
ray foot in it again : Mr. Larkin, no reflection, I
assure you, on your excellent profession, which
everyone respects. But life's made up of hours:
they're precious, and I don't want to spoil
'em."
" A great trust, sir, a great trust, Mr. Dingwell,
is time. Ah, sir, how little we make of it, with
eternity yawning at our feet, and retribution
before us ! "
" Our and us ; you don't narrow it to the legal
profession, Mr. Larkin? "
" I speak of time, generally, Mr. Dingwell, and
of eternity and retribution as applicable to all
professions," said Mr. Larkin, sadly.
" I don't follow you, sir. Here's a paper, gen-
tlemen, on which I have noted exactly what I can
prove."
"Can I have it, Mr. Dingwell?" said the
90 THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
attorney, whose dove-like eyes for a moment con-
tracted with a hungry, rat-like look.
w No, I think, no" said Mr. Dingwell, with-
drawing it from the long, red fingers extended to
catch the paper; Mr. Levi's fingers, at a more
modest distance, were also extended, and also dis-
appointed ; " anything I write myself I have a
kind of feeling about it; Fd rather keep it to
myself, or put it in the fire, than trouble the most
artless Jew or religious attorney I know with the
custody of it: so, if you just allow me, I'll read it.
It's only half a dozen lines, and I don't care if you
make a note of it, Mr. Larkin."
" Well," he resumed, after he had glanced
through the paper, Mr. Larkin sitting expectant
arrectis auribus, and with a pen in his fingers,
" you may say that I, Mr. Dingwell, knew the late
Honourable Arthur Yerney, otherwise Hakim
Frank, otherwise Hakim Giaour, otherwise Mam-
houd Ali Ben-Nezir, for five years and two
months, and upwards — three days, I think — im-
mediately preceding his death ; for the latter four
years very intimately. That I frequently pro-
cured him small loans of money, and saw him, one
way or another, nearly every day of my life : that
I was with him nearly twice a day during his last
illness : that I was present when he expired, and
was one of the three persons who saw him buried :
MB. DINGWELL HANDLES THE POKER. 91
and that I could point out his grave, if it were
thought desirable to send out persons acquainted
with his appearance, to disinter and identify the
body."
rrNo need of that, I think," said Mr. Larkin,
looking up and twiddling his eye-glass on his
finger.
He glanced at Levi, who was listening intensely,
and almost awfully, and, reading no sign in his
face, he added, —
" However, I see no harm in making the note."
So on went Mr. Dingwell, holding a pair of
gold glasses over his nose.
a I can perfectly identify him as the Hon.
Arthur Yerney, having transacted business for
him respecting an annuity which was paid him
by his family; written letters for him when his
hand was affected j and read his letters for him
when he was ill, which latter letters, together
with a voluminous correspondence found in his
box, and now in my possession, I can identify
also as having been in his/'
"I don't see any need, my dear Mr. Dingwell*
of your mentioning your having written any let-
ters for him ; it has, in fact, no bearing that I can
recognise upon the case. I should, in fact, appre-
hend complicating the case. You might find it
difficult to specify, and we to produce, the parti-
92 THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
cular letters referred to; so I should simply say
you read them to him, at his desire, before he
despatched them for England; that is, of course,
assuming that you did so."
" Very good, sir; knock it out, and put that in;
and I can prove that these letters, which can easily,
I suppose, be identified by the writers of them in
England, were in his possession, and that several
of them I can recollect his having read to me on
the day he received them. That's pretty nearly
what strikes me — eh? "
" Yes, sir — certainly, Mr. Dingwell — most im-
portant ; but surely he had a servant ; had he not,
my dear sir? — an attendant of some sort? they're
to be had there for next to nothing, I think," hesi-
tated Mr. Larkin.
" Certainly — so there was — yes; but he started
for Egypt in a boat full of tiles, or onions, or
something, a day or two after the Hakim was
buried, and I'm afraid they'll find it rather hard
to fiud him. I think he said Egypt, but I won't
swear/'
And Mr. Dingweli laughed, very much tickled,
with intense sarcastic enjoyment; so much so that
Mr. Larkin, though I have seldom before or since
heard of his laughing, did suddenly laugh a short,
explosive laugh, as he looked down on the table,
and immediately looked very grave and sad, and
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pinked up to the very summit of his narrow bald
head ; and coughing a little, he said, —
" Thank you, Mr. Dingwell ; this will suffice
very nicely for an outline, and I can consult with
our adviser as to its particular sufficiency — is not
that your impression, Mr. Levi \ "
" You lawyer chaps undusta-ans that line of
business best; I know no more about it than
watch-making — only don't shleep over it, for it's
costing us a da-a-am lot of money," said Mr. Levi,
rising with a long yawn and a stretch, and em-
phasising it with a dismal oath \ and shutting his
great glaring eyes and shaking his head, as if he
were being victimised at a pace which no capital
could long stand.
" Certainly, Mr. Levi," said the attorney, "you
quite take me with you there. We are all contri-
buting, except, perhaps, our valued ;riend, Air.
Dingwell, our quota towards a very exhausting
expense."
" Da-a-md exhausting," interposed Mr. Levi.
"Well, pray allow me my own superlative,"
said the attorney, with religious grandeur. " I
do say it is very exhausting ; though we are all, I
hope, cheerfully contributing "
" Curse you ! to be sure you are," said Mr.
Dingwell, with an abrupt profanity that startled
Air. Larkin. "Because you all expect to make
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money by it ; and I'm contributing my time, and
trouble, and danger, egad ! for precisely the same
reason. And now, before you go — just a moment,
if you please, as we are on the subject — who's
Chancellor of the Exchequer here?"
"Who advances the necessary funds?" inter-
preted Mr. Larkin, with his politest smile.
"Yes" said the old man, with a sharp menac-
ing nod. "Which of you two comes down, as
you say, with the dust ? Who pays the piper for
this dance of yours, gentlemen ? — the Christian
or the Jew ? I've a word for the gentleman who
holds the purse — or, as we Christians would say,
who carries the bag; " and he glanced from one to
the other with a sniff, and another rather vicious
wag of his head.
"I believe, sir, you may address us both as
voluntary contributors towards a fund for carrying
on, for the present, this business of the Honour-
able Kiffyn Fulke Yerney, who will, of course,
recoup us/' said Mr. Larkin, cautiously.
He used to say sometimes to his conducting
man, with a smile, sly and holy, up at the yellow
letters of one of the tin deed-boxes on his shelves
at the Lodge, after an adroit conversation, " I
think it will puzzle him, rather, to make an
assumpsit out of that.,}
" Well, you talk of allowing me — as you term
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it — four pounds a week. I'll not take it," said
Mr. Dingwell.
" My hye ! That/sh liberal, shir, uncommon
'anshome, be Ga-a-ad ! " exclaimed Mr. Levi, in a
blessed mistake as to the nature of Mr. Dingwell's
objection.
" I know, gentlemen, this business can't advance
without me — to me it may be worth something;
but you'll make it worth a great deal more to
yourselves, and whatever else you may find me,
you'll find me no fool; and Til not take one
piastre less than five-and-twenty pounds a week.
"Five-and-twenty pounsh ! " howled Mr. Levi;
and Mr. Larkm's small pink eyes opened wide at
the prodigious idea.
u You gentlemen fancy you're to keep me here
in this black-hole making your fortunes, and living
on the wages of a clerk, egad ! You shall do no
such thing, I promise you ; you shall pay me what
I say. I'll see the town, sir, and I'll have a few
guineas in my pocket, or I'll know the reason why.
I didn't come all the way here for nothing —
d — n you both ! "
" Pray, sir, a moment," pleaded Mr. Larkin.
" Pray, sir, as much as you like; but pay, also,
if you please. Upon my life, you shall ! Fortune
owes me something, and egad ! Til enjoy myself
while I can."
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" Of course, sir ; quite reasonable — so you
should ; but, my dear Mr. Dingwell, five-and-
twenty pounds ! — we can hardly be expected, my
dear sir, to see our way."
" 'Gad, sir ! / see mine, and I'll go it," laughed
Mr. Dingwell, with a most unpleasant glare in Lis
eyes.
" On reflection, you will see, my dear Mr.
Dingwell, the extreme inexpediency of anything
in the least resembling a fraycas " (Air. Larkin so
pronounced his French) " in your particular case.
I should certainly, my dear sir, recommend a
most cautious line."
" Cautious as the devil," seconded Mr. Levi.
" You think I'm afraid of my liabilities/'
croaked Mr. Dingwell, with a sudden flush across
his forehead, and a spasm of his brows over his
wild eyes, and then he laughed, and wagged his
head.
" That's right — quite right," almost sighed Mr.
Larkin — "do — do — pray do — just reflect for only
a moment — and you'll see it."
" To be sure, I see it, and you shall see it, too.
Egad! I know something, sir, at my years. I know
how to deal with screws, and bullies, and schemers,
sir — and that is by going straight at them — and
I'll tell you what, sir, if you don't pay me the
monev I name, I'll make you regret it."
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For a moment, Mr. Larkin, for one, did almost
regret his share in this uncomfortable and highly
" speculative " business. If this Mr. Dingwell
chose to turn restive and extortionate, it would
have been better it had never entered into his
ingenious head, and he could already see in the
Jew's eyes the sulky and ferocious expression that
seemed to forebode defeat.
" If you don't treat me, as I say, with common
fairness, I'll go straight to young Mr. Verney
myself, and put you out of the baby -house
altogether."
" What babby-houshe ? " demanded Air. Levi,
glowering, and hanging the corners of his great
half-open mouth with a sullen ferocity.
" Your castle — in the air — your d — d plot, sir."
" If you mean you're going to turn stag," began
the Jew.
" There — do — pray, Mr. Levi — you — you mis-
take" interposed Mr. Larkin, imploringly, who
had heard tales of this Mr. DingwelPs mad
temper.
" I say," continued Levi, " if you're going to
split "
" Split, sir ! " cried Mr. Dingwell, with a ma-
lignant frown, and drawing his mouth together
into a puckered ring, as he looked askance at the
Jew. " What the devil do you mean by sjjlit, sir ?
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'Gad ! sir, I'd split your black head for you, you
little Jew miscreant ! "
Mr. Larkin saw with a qualm that the sinews
of that evil face were quivering with an insane
fury, and that even under its sun-darkened skin
it had turned pale, while the old man's hand was
instinctively extended towards the poker, of which
he was thinking, and which was uncomfortably
near.
" No, no, no — pray, gentlemen — I entreat — only
think" urged Mr. Larkin, seriously alarmed for
the Queen's peace and his own precious character,
and for the personal safety of his capitalist and
his witness.
Mr. Larkin confronted the Jew, with his great
hands upon Mr. Levi's shoulders, so as to prevent
his advance ; but that slender Hebrew, who was
an accomplished sparrer, gave the godly attorney
a jerk by the elbows which quite twirled him
about, to his amazement and chagrin.
'* 'Andsh off, old chap," said the Jew, grimly,
to Mr. Larkin, who had not endured such a
liberty since he was at his cheap day-school,
nearly forty years ago.
But Mr. Larkin interposed again, much alarmed,
for behind him he thought he heard the clink of
the fire-irons.
" He thinks he may say what he pleases," cried
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the old man's voice furiously, with a kind of
choking laugh.
'* No, sir — no, Mr. Dingwell — I assure you — do,
Mr. Levi — how can you mind him ? " he added in
an undertone, as he stood between.
"I don't mind him, Mr. Larkin : only I won't
let no one draw it that sort. I won't stand a lick
of a poker for no one ; he shan't come that over
me " — and concurrently with this the shrill voice
of Mr. Dingwell was yelling —
" Because Fni — because Pm — I'm — every d — d
little whipper-snapper — because they think I'm
down, the wretches, Fm to submit to their in-
sults ! "
" I don't want to hurt him, Mr. Larkin ; if I
did, I'd give 'm his tea in a mug this minute; but
I don't, I say — only he shan't lift a poker to
me."
" Xo one, my dear sir, has touched a poker; no
one, Mr. Levi, ever dreamed of such a thing.
Pray, my dear sir, my dear Mr. Dingwell, don't
misconceive ; we use slang phrases, now and then,
without the least meaning or disrespect : it has
become quite the torn/. I assure you — it was
only last week, at Nyworth Castle, where I had
the honour to be received, Lady Mary Wrangham
used the phrase yarn, for a long story."
"D — n you, can't you answer my question?"
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said Mr. Dingwell, more in his accustomed
vein.
" Certainly, sir, we'll reply to it. Do, Mr.
Levi, do leave the room ; your presence at this
moment only leads to excitement."
Levi, for a moment, pondered fiercely, and then
nodded a sulky acquiescence.
" I shall overtake you in the court, Mr. Levi,
if you can wait two or three minutes there."
The Jew nodded over his shoulder, and was
gone.
" Mr. Dingwell, sir, I can't, I assure you. It's
not in my power; it is in the hands of quite
other people, on whom, ultimately, of course,
these expenses will fall, to sanction the outlay by
way of weekly allowance, which you suggest.
It is true I am a contributor, but not exactly in
cash ; only in money's worth — advice, experience,
and technical knowledge. But I will apply in
the proper quarter, without delay. I wish, Mr.
Dingwell, I were the party; you and I would
not, I venture to think, be long in settling it
between us."
" No, to be sure, you're all such liberal fellows
— it's always some one else that puts us under the
screw,"' laughed Mr. Dingwell, discordantly, with
his face still flushed, and his hand trembling
visibly, u you never have the stock yourselves —
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not you, — there's always, Mr. Slieridau tells us,
you know, in that capital play of his, a d d
unconscionable fellow in the background, and in
Shakspeare's play, Ski/lock, you remember, he
hasn't the money himself, but Tubal, a wealthy
Hebrew of his tribe, will furnish him. Hey ! I
suppose they gave the immortal Shakspeare a
squeeze in his day; he understood 'em. But
Shylock and Tubal are both dead and rotten long
ago. It's a comfort you can't escape death, with
all your cunning, d — n you."
But Mr. Larkin spoke peaceably to Mr. Ding-
well. The expense, up to a certain time, would,
of course, fall upon Mr. Kiffyn Verney ; after
that, however, Mr. Larkin and the Jew firm
would feel it. But be it how it might, they could
not afford to quarrel with Mr. Dingwell; and
Mr. Dingwell was a man of a flighty and furious-
temper.
CHAPTER X.
CLEVE VERNEY SEES THE CHATEAU DE CRESSERON.
I fancy that these estimates, on a rather large
scale, moved by Mr. Dingwell, were agreed to,
for sufficient reasons, by the parties interested in
disputing them.
Mr. Dingwell kept very close during the day-
time. He used to wander listlessly to and fro,
between his bedroom and his drawing-room, with
his hands in the pockets of his dressing-gown, and
his feet in a pair of hard leather slippers, with
curled-up toes and no heels, that clattered on the
boards like sabots.
Miss Sarah Rumble fancied that her lodger was
a little shy of the windows; when he looked out
into the court, he stood back a yard or more from
the window-sill.
Mr. Larkin, indeed, made no secret of Mr.
Ding well's uncomfortable position, in his confer-
ences with the Hon. Kiflyn Fulke Yerney. Mr.
Dingwell had been a bankrupt, against whom
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many transactions to which the Court had applied
forcible epithets, had been proved; to whom, in
fact, that tribunal had refused quarter; and who
had escaped from its fangs by a miracle. There
were judgments, however, in force against him;
there was a warrant procurable any day for his
arrest; he was still "in contempt;" I believe he
was an " outlaw ; " and, in fact, there was all but
a price set on his head. Thus, between him and
his outcast acquaintance, the late Hon. Arthur
Verney, had subsisted some strong points of sym-
pathy, which had no doubt helped to draw them
into that near intimacy which stood the Hon.
Kiffyn, no less than Mr. Ding well (to whose mill
it was bringing very comfortable grist), so well in
stead, at this moment.
It behoved Mr. Dingwell, therefore, to exercise
caution. Many years had passed since he figured
as a London trader. But time, the obliterator,
in some cases works slowly; or rather, while the
pleasant things of memory are sketched in with a
pencil, the others are written in a bold, legible,
round hand, as it were, with a broad-nibbed steel
pen, and the best durable japanned ink ; on which
Father Time works his India-rubber in vain, till
his gouty old fingers ache, and you can fancy him
whistling curses through his gums, and knocking
his bald pate with his knuckles. Mr. Dingwell,
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on the way home, was, to his horror, half recog-
nised by an ancient Cockney at Malta. Time,
therefore, was not to be relied upon, though thirty
years had passed; and Mr. Dingwell began to
fear that a debtor is never forgotten, and that the
man who is thoroughly dipt, like the lovely woman
who stoops to folly, has but one way to escape
consequences, and that is to die — a step which
Mr. Dingwell did not care to take.
The meeting on the 15th, at the Hon. Kiffyn
Fulke Verney's house, Mr. Dingwell was pre-
vented by a cold from attending. But the note
of his evidence sufficed, and the consultation, at
which Mr. Larkin assisted, was quite satisfactory.
The eminent parliamentary counsel who attended,
and who made, that session, nearly fifty-thousand
pounds, went to the heart of the matter direct ;
was reverentially listened to by his junior, by the
parliamentary agent, by the serious Mr. Larkin,
at whom he thrust sharp questions, in a peremp-
tory and even fierce way, like a general in action,
to whom minutes are everything; treated them
once or twice to a recollection or short anecdote,
which tended to show what a clever, sharp fellow
the parliamentary counsel was, which, indeed, was
true ; and talked to no one quite from a level, ex-
cept to one Hon. Kiffyn Fulke Verney, to whom
he spoke confidentially in his ear, and who him-
THE CHATEAU DE CKESSEROX. 105
self quickly grew into the same confidential re-
lations.
M I'm glad you take my view — Mr. — Mr. For-
sythe — very happy about it, that we should be in
accord. I've earned some confidence in my
opinion, having found it more than once, I may
say, come out right ; and it gives me further con-
fidence that you take my view," said the Honour-
able Kiffyn Fulke Yerney, grandly.
That eminent parliamentary counsel, Forsythe,
was on his way to the door, when Mr. Yerney in-
terposed with this condescension.
"Oh! Ha! Do I? Very happy. What is
it?" said Forsythe, smiling briskly, glancing
at his watch and edging towards the door, all
together.
" I mean the confident view — the cheerful —
about it," said the Hon. Mr. Yerney, a little
flushed, and laying his thin hand on his counsel's
arm.
M Certainly — confident, of course, smooth sail-
ing, quite. I see no hitch at present. "
Mr. Forsythe was now, more decidedly, going.
But he could not treat the Hon. Kiffyn Yerney
quite like an ordinary client, for he was before
him occasionally in Committees of the House of
Commons, and was likely soon to be so in others
of the Lords, and therefore, chafing and smiling,
10G THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
lie hesitated under the light pressure of the old
gentleman's stiff fingers.
" And you know the, I may say, absurd state
of the law, about it — there was, you know, my
unfortunate brother, Arthur — you are aware —
riviliter mortuus, stopping the way, you know, for
nearly twenty years, about it, ever since my poor
father, Lord Verney, you know, expired, about it,
and I've been, as you know, in the most painful
position — absurd, you know."
" Quite so ; I'm afraid — n Forsythe was again
edging toward the door.
" And I always contended that where the heir
was civilly dead, about it, the law should make
proper provision — don't you see ? "
" Quite so, only fair — a very wise and politic
statute — and I wish very much, with your expe-
rience, vou'd turn vour attention to draw one.
I'm obliged to be off now, to meet the New
Discount directors; consultation at my cham-
bers."
And so, smiling, Forsythe, Q.C., did vanish,
at last.
All this over, Mr. Cleve Verney proposed to
himself a little excursion, of a day or two, to
Paris, to which his uncle saw no objection.
Not very far from the ancient town of Caen,
where the comparative quietude of Normandy,
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throughout the throes of the great revolution, has
spared so many relics of the bygone France, is an
old chateau, still habitable — still, after a fashion,
comfortable — and which you may have at a very
moderate rent indeed.
Here is an old wood, cut in a quincunx ; old
ponds stocked with carp ; great old stables gone
to decay ; and the chateau itself, is indescribably
picturesque and sad.
It is the Chateau de Cresseron — withdrawn in
historic seclusion, amid the glories and regrets of
memory, quite out of the tide of modern traffic.
Here, by the side of one of the ponds, one
evening, was an old lady, throwing in little bits
of bread to the carp that floated and flitted, like
golden shadows, this way and that, as the crumbs
sank in the water, when she heard a well-known
voice near her which made her start.
" Good heavens ! Mr. Verney ! You here ? "
she exclaimed, with such utter wonderment, her
little bit of bread raised in her fingers, that Cleve
Verney, though in no merry mood, could not help
smiling.
" Yes — here indeed — and after all, is it quite so
wonderful ? " said he.
" Well, of course you know, Mr. Verney, Fro
very glad to see you. Of course, you know that ;
but I'm very far from being certain that you have
108 THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
done a wise or a prudent thing in coming here, and
I don't know that, under the circumstances, I
(jiKjht to be glad to see you j in fact, I'm afraid it
is very rash" said Miss Sheckleton, growing more
decided as she proceeded.
" No, not rash. I've been very miserable ; so
miserable, that the worst certainty which this visit
might bring upon me would be almost a relief
compared with the intolerable suspense I have lived
in ; therefore, you see, it really is not rash."
" I'm very bad at an argument/' persisted the
old lady ; " but it is rash, and very rash. You
can't conceive," and here she lowered her voice,
" the state of exasperation in which he is."
" He," of course, could only mean Sir Booth
Fanshawe ; and Cleve answered, —
" I assure you, I can't blame him. I don't
wonder. I think a great deal has been very
wantonly done to aggravate his misfortunes; but
surely, he can't fancy that I could sympathise
with any such proceedings, or feel anything but
horror and disgust. Surely, you would not allow
him to connect me, however slightly ? I know
you would not."
" My dear Mr. Yerney, you don't know Booth
Fanshawe, or rather, you do, I believe, know him
a great deal too well, to fancy that I could venture
to speak to him upon the subject. That, I assure
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you, is quite out of the question ; and I may as
well tell you frankly, if he were at home, I mean
here, I should have begged you at once, inhos-
pitable as it might seem, to leave this place, and
trust to time and to letters, but here I would not
have allowed you to linger."
" He's away from home, then ! " exclaimed
Cleve.
" Yes ; but he'll be back to-night at ten
o'clock."
" At ten o'clock," repeated Cleve, and the
young man thought what a treasure of minutes
there was in the interval. " And Miss Fanshawe
— Margaret — she's quite well ? "
" Yes, she's quite well," answered kind Miss
Sheckleton, looking in his earnest eyes, and
thinking that he looked a little thin and pale.
" She's quite well, and, I hope, you have been."
" Oh, yes," answered the young man, " as well
as a man with a good many troubles can be. In
fact, I may tell you, I've been very unhappy. I
was thinking of writing to Sir Booth."
" Don't," implored Miss Sheckleton, looking
quite wildly into his eyes, and with her hand
upon his arm, as if to arrest the writing of that
letter, " you have no notion how he feels. I
assure you, an allusion — the slightest thing is
quite enough to set him in a blaze. The other
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day, for instance, I did not know what it was, till
I took up the paper he had been reading, and I
found there something about the Verney peerage,
and proof that Arthur Verney was dead, and your
uncle to get it ; and really I can't wonder — some
people seem so unaccountably fortunate, and
others, everything goes wrong with — even / felt
vexed when I read it, though, of course, any good
fortune happening to you, I should be very glad
of. But he did not see any of us till next day —
even Macklin."
" Yes, it is very true," said Cleve, "my uncle
is dead, and we shall prove it, that is, my uncle
KifFyn will. But you are quite right to distin-
guish as you do. It involves nothing for me.
Since it has come so near, I have lost all faith in
it's ever reaching me. I have, I can't call it a
conviction, but a superstition, that it never will.
I must build my own fortunes from their founda-
tions, with my own hand. There is but one suc-
cess on earth that can make me very proud and
very happy. Do you think, that having come all
this way, in that hope, on that one chance, that
Margaret will see me ? "
" I wish you had written to me before coming/'
said Anne Sheckleton, after a little pause. " I
should have liked to find out first, all I could,
from herself; she is so odd. I've often told you
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that she is odd. I think it would have been
wiser to write to me before coming over, and I
should have talked to her, — that is, of course, if
she had allowed me, — for I can't in the least say-
that she would even hear me on the subject."
" Well," said Cleve, with a sigh, " I have come
— I am here— and go I cannot without seeing
her — I cannot — and you, I think, are too kind to
wish that I should. Yes, Miss Sheckleton, you
have been my true friend throughout this — what
shall I call it? — wild and terrible dream — for I
cannot believe it real — I wonder at it myself — I
ought to wish I had never seen her — but I cannot
— and I think on the result of this visit depends
the whole course of my life. You'll not see me
long, I think, in the House of Commons, nor in
England ; but I'll tell you more by- and- by."
The sun had gone down now. A red and
melancholy glow, rising from piles of western
cloud, melted gradually eastward into the deep
blue of night in which the stars were already
glimmering.
Along one of the broad avenues cut through
the forest that debouches upon the court-yard of
the quaint old chateau they were now walking,
and, raising his eyes, he saw Margaret approaching
from the antique house.
CHAPTER XI.
SHE COMES AND SPEAKS.
"She is coming, Mr. Verney," said Miss
Sheckleton, speaking low and quietly; but her
voice sounded a little strangely, and I think the
good-natured spinster was agitated.
Cleve, walking by her side, made no answer.
He saw Margaret approach, and while she was yet
a good way off, suddenly stop. She had not seen
them there before. There seemed no indecision. It
was simply that she was startled, and stood still.
"Pray, Miss Sheckleton, do you go on alone.
Entreat her not to refuse me a few minutes,"
said he.
"I wjU — she shall— I will, indeed, Mr. Verney,"
said Miss Sheckleton, very much fidgetted. " But
you had better remain where we were, just now;
I will return to you, and — there are some French
servants at the house — will you think me very
strange — unkind, I am sure, you will not— if I say
it is onlv common prudence that you should not
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be seen at the house? You understand why I
say so."
" Certainly. I shall do whatever you think
best," he answered. They had arrested their
walk, as Margaret had done, during this little
parley. Perhaps she was uncertain whether her
approach had been observed. The sun had gone
down by this time, and the twilight had begun to
make distant objects a little indistinct.
But there was no time for manoeuvring here,
for Miss Fanshawe resumed her walk, and her
cousin, Anne Sheckleton, advanced alone to meet
her.
"Margaret, dear, a friend has unexpectedly
arrived," began Miss Sheckleton.
"And gone, perhaps," answered Margaret
Fanshawe, in one of her moods. " Better gone —
come, darling, let us turn, and go towards home
— it is growing so dark."
And with these words, taking Miss Sheckleton's
hand in hers, she turned towards the house, not
choosing to see the friend whom that elderly lady
had so eagerly indicated.
Strangely did Cleve Verney feel. That beau-
tiful, cruel girl ! — what could she mean ? — how
could she treat him so ? Is there not, in strange
countries, where people meet, a kindlier impulse
than elsewhere ? — and here — could anything be
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more stony and utterly cruel ? The same won-
derful C^nci — the same low, sweet voice — the same
laugh, even — just for a moment heard — but now —
how unspeakably cruel ! He could see that Miss
Sheckleton was talking earnestly to her, as they
walked slowly away. It all seemed like a dream.
The formal old wood — the grey chateau in the
background, rising, with its round turrets, and
conical tops, and steep roofs against the rose-
tinted sky of evening; and in the foreground —
not two score steps away — those figures — that girl
to whom so lately he was so near being all the
world — to whom, it now appeared, he was abso-
lutely nothing — oh ! that he had never heard, in
Shakspeare's phrase, that mermaid voice I
His pride was wounded. With a yearning that
amounted to agony, he watched their receding
steps. Follow them he would not. He leaned
against the tree by which Miss Sheckleton had
left him, and half resolved to quit that melancholy
scene of his worst disaster without another look or
word — with only the regrets of all a life.
When Miss Sheckleton had reached Margaret,
before the young lady spoke, she saw, by her un-
usual paleness and by something at once of pain
and anger in her face, that she had seen Cleve
Verney.
"Well, Margaret, if you will go, vou ivill ; but,
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before you make it irreparable, you must, at least,
think."
" Think of what ? " said Margaret, a little dis-
dainfully.
" Think that he has come all this way for
nothing but the chance of seeing you j of perhaps
saying a few words to set himself right."
" If he wished to speak to me, he might have
said so," she answered. "Not that I see any
reason to change my mind on that point, or any
good that can come, possibly, or for ever, if he
could talk and I listen for so long."
" Well, but you can't doubt what he has come
for,'' said Miss Sheckleton.
" I don't doubt, because I don't mean to think
about it," said the young lady, looking fiercely up
toward the gilded weather vanes that glimmered
on the grey pinnacles of the chateau.
"Yes, but it is not a matter of doubt, or of
thinking, but of fact, for he did say so," pleaded
Miss Sheckleton.
il I wish we were in Italy, or some out-of-the-
way part of Spain," said the handsome girl, in the
same vein, and walking still onward; "I always
said this was too near England, too much in the
current."
"No, dear, it is a quiet place," said good Anne
Sheckleton.
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" Xo, cousin Anne, it is the most tinquiet place
in all the world," answered the girl, in a wild, low
tone, as she walked on.
" And he wants to speak to you ; he entreats a
few words, a very few."
" You know I ought not," said she.
"I know you ought, my dear; you'll be sorry
for it, all your days, Margaret, if you don't," re-
plied Anne Sheckleton.
" Come home, dear, come home, darling," said
the girl, peremptorily, but sadly.
" I say, Margaret, if you let him go without
speaking to him, you will regret it all your days."
" You have no right to talk this way, cousin
Anne ; I am unhappy enough as it is. Let us go
on," she said.
"If you send him away, as I say, it is all over
between you."
" So it is, it is all over; let the dead rest."
"The world is wide enough; there are many
beautiful creatures there, and he is himself so
beautiful, and so clever ; be very sure you care
nothing for him, before you send him away, for
you will never see him again," said Miss Anne
Sheckleton.
" I know — I am sure — I have thought of every-
thing. I have made up my account long ago, for
now, and for all my days/' said she.
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u So you have" answered Miss Sheckleton.
" But while you have a moment still allowed you,
[Margaret, review it, I implore of you."
" Come, darling, come — come — you ought not
to have spoken to me; why have you said all
this V said Margaret, sadly and hurriedly.
" Now, Margaret darling, you are going to stay
for a moment, and I will call him."
"No!" said the girl, passionately, "my mind's
made up ; not in haste, cousin Anne, but long
ago. I've looked my last on him."
" Darling, listen : you know Fve seen him, he's
looking ill, I think ; and I've told him that you
must speak to him, Margaret ; and I tell you you
must," said Miss Sheckleton, blushing in her
eagerness.
" No, cousin Anne, let there be an end of this
between us ; I thought it was over long ago. To
him, I will never, never — while life remains —
never speak more."
As she thus spoke, walking more hurriedly
toward the house, she heard a voice beside her
say,—
" Margaret ! Margaret, darling — one word ! "
And turning suddenly, she saw Cleve Ver-
ney before her. Under the thick folds of her
chestnut hair, her features were pale as marble,
and for a time it seemed to him he saw no-
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thing but her wild, beautiful eves fixed upon
him.
Still as a statue, she stood confronting him.
One little foot advanced, and her tiny hand closed,
and pressed to her heart in the attitude in which
an affrighted nun might hold her crucifix.
" Yes, Margaret," he said at last, " I was as
near going — as you were near leaving me — un-
heard ; but, thank God ! that is not to be. No,
Margaret darling, you could not. Wild as my
words may sound in your ears, you will listen to
them, for they shall be few; you will listen to
them, for you are too good to condemn any one
that ever loved you, unheard."
There was a little pause, during which all that
passed was a silent pressure of Miss Sheckleton's
hand upon Margaret's, as very pale, and with her
brow knit in a painful anxiety, she drew hurriedly
back, and left the two young people together,
standing by the roots of the old tree, under the
faint, rose-tinted sky of evening.
Lovers' promises or lovers' cruelties — which
oaths are most enduring? Where now were
Margaret's vows? Oh ! inexhaustible fountain of
pity, and beautiful mutability of woman's heart !
In the passion avowed, so often something of
simulation j in the feeling disowned, so often the
true and beautiful life. Who shall read this won-
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derful riddle, running in romance, and in song,
and in war, the world's history through?
" .Margaret, will you hear me?" he pleaded.
To her it was like a voice in a dream, and a
form seen there, in that dream-land in which we
meet the dead, without wonder, forgetting time
and separation.
"I don't know that I ought to change my
purpose. I don't know why I do ; but we shalj
never meet again, I am sure, so speak on."
"Yes, Margaret, I will speak on, and tell you
how entirely you have mistaken and wronged
me," said Cleve Verney, in the same sad and
passionate tones.
Good-natured Anne Sheckleton, watching at a
little distance, saw that the talk — at first belonging
altogether to Mr. Verney, at last began to divide
itself a little; then side by side they walked a
few steps, and then paused again : and so once
more a short way, the lady looking down, and
then on and on to the margin of that long
straight pond, on which in their season are float-
ing water-lilies, and, under its great oblong
mirror, gliding those golden fishes which are, as
we have seen, one of our spinster friend's kindly
resources in this quaint exile. And so the twi-
light deepened : and Miss Sheckleton saw these
two figures like shadows gliding side by side, to
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and fro, along the margin, till the moonlight
came and lighted the still pool over, and dappled
the sward with the shadows of the trees, and
made the old chateau in the background, with its
white front, its turrets and pinnacles and gilded
vanes, look filmy as a fairy castle.
Wrapping her cloak about her, she sat herself
down upon the marble seat close by, unobserved
and pleased, watching this picture of Lorenzo and
Jessica, and of all such moonlighted colloquies,
with a wonderful and excited interest — with, in-
deed, a mixture of melancholy and delight and
fear.
Half-hour after half-hour glided by, as she
looked on this picture, and read in fancy the
romance that was weaving itself out of the silvery
thread of their discourse in this sad old scene.
And then she looked at her watch, and wondered
how the time had sped, and sighed ; and smiling
and asking no question, came before them, and in
a low, gentle warning, told them that the hour
for parting had come.
As they stood side by side in the moonlight,
did the beautiful girl, with the flush of that
romantic hour, never, never to be forgotten, on
her cheek, with its light in her wonderful eyes,
ever look so beautiful before ? Or did that young
man, Cleve Yerney, whom she thought she under-
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stood, but did not, ever look so handsome ? — the
enthusiasm and the glow of his victory in his
strangely beautiful face.
There were a few silent moments : and she
thought could fancy paint a more beautiful young
couple than these !
There are scenes — only momentary — so near
Paradise — sights, so nearly angelic, that they
touch us with a mysterious ecstasy and sorrow.
In the glory and translation of the moment, the
feeling of its transitoriness, and the sense of our
mortal lot, cross and thrill us with a strange pain,
like the anguish that mingles in the rapture of
sublime music. So, Miss Sheckleton, very pale,
smiling very tenderly, sobbed and wept, one
would have said bitterly, for a little while ; and,
drying her eyes quickly, saw before her the same
beautiful young faces, looking upon hers; and
the old lady took their hands and pressed them,
and smiled a great deal through her tears, and
said — " All, at last, as I wished it : God bless you
both — God Almighty bless you, my darling : "
and she put her arms about Margaret's neck, and
kissed her very tenderly.
And then came the reminder, that must not be
slighted. The hour had come, indeed, and Cleve
must positively go. Miss Sheckleton would hear
of no further delav — no, not another minute.
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Her fear of Sir Booth was profound j so, with a
" God bless you, darling," and a very pale face,
and — why should there not be? — one long, long
kiss, Cleve Yerney took his leave, and was gone ;
and the sailing moon lost herself among clouds,
so darkness stole swiftly over the landscape.
Margaret Fanshawe drew her dear old cousin
near to her, and in her turn, placing her arms
round her neck, folded her close, and Anne Sheck-
leton could feel the wild throbbing of the young
girl's heart close to her own.
Margaret was not weeping, but she stood very
pale, with her arms still laid on her cousin's
shoulders, and looked almost wildly down into her
wistful eyes.
" Cousin Anne — oh, darling ! you must pray
for me," said Margaret Fanshawe. " I thought
it could never be ; I thought I knew myself, but
all that is vain : there is another will above us —
Fate — Eternal Fate, and I am where I am, I
know not how."
"Why, Margaret, darling, it is what I have
been longing for — the very best thing that could
have happened ; you ought to be the happiest
girl in the world," urged Miss Anne Sheckleton,
cheerily.
"No, darling; I am* not happy, except in this,
that I know I love him, and would not give him
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up for all the world ; but it seems to me to have
been, from first to last, a fatality, and I can't
shake off the fear that lies at my heart."
"Hush, dear — I hear wheels, I think.." said
Miss Shecklcton, listening.
Margaret was pre-occupied, and did not listen.
I don't think she cared much at that moment
who came or went, except that one to whom her
love was now irrevocably given.
" No ; I can't hear — no ; but he will be here
immediately. We must not be out, you know;
he may ask for me, and he is so — so very — what
shall I say ? "
Margaret did not mind. She turned a wild
and plaintive look upward towards the struggling
moon — now emerging, now lost a<iain.
" Come, darling — let us go," said Margaret.
And she looked round her gently, as if awaking
from a dream.
"Yes, darling, come/' she continued, placing
her hand on Anne Sheckleton's arm.
"And you are not to tease yourself, Mar*
garet, dear, with fancies and follies. As I said
before, you ought to be one of the happiest girls
in existence."
" So I am." she answered, dreamily — " very
happy — oh ! wonderfully happy — but there is the
feeling of something — fatal, as I said ; and, be it
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what it may, let it come. I could not lose him
now, for all the world."
She was looking up, as she spoke, towards the
broken moonlight, herself as pale, and a strange
plaintive smile of rapture broke over her beautiful
face, as if answering the smile of a spirit in the
air.
" Come quickly, darling, come," whispered
Miss Sheckleton, and they walked side by side in
silence to the house, and so to Margaret's room,
where she sat down by the window, looking out,
and kind Anne Sheckleton sat by the table, with
her thin old hand to her cheek, watching her
fondly, and awaiting an opportunity to speak,
for she was longing to hear a great deal more.
CHAPTER XII.
CLEVE VERNEY HAS A VISITOR.
So Cleve Verney returned direct to England,
and his friends thought his trip to Paris, short as
it was, had done him a world of good. What an
alterative and tonic a little change of air some-
times is !
The Honourable Kiffyn Fulke Verney was, in
his high, thin -minded way, at last tolerably con-
tent, and more pompous and respected than ever.
The proof of his succession to the peerage of
Verney was in a perfectly satisfactory state. He
would prove it, and take his seat next session.
He would add another to the long list of Lord
Viscounts Verney of Malory to be found in the
gold and scarlet chronicle of such dignities. He
had arranged with the trustees for a provisional
possession of Verney House, the great stone
mansion which glorifies one side of the small
parallelogram called Verney Square. Already
contractors had visited it and explored its noble
126 THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
chambers and long corridors, with foot-rule and
note-book, getting together material for tenders,
and Cleve had already a room there when he came
up to town. Some furniture had been got in, and
some servants were established there also, and so
the stream of life had begun to transfuse itself from
the old town residence of the Hon. Kiffyn Fulke
Verney into these long- forsaken channels.
Here, one morning, called a gentleman named
Dingwell, whom Cleve Verney, happening to be
in town, desired the servant to show into the
room where he sat, with his breakfast, and his
newspapers about him.
The tall old man entered, with a slight stoop,
leering, Cleve thought, a little sarcastically over
his shoulder as he did so.
Mr. Dingwell underwent Mr. Cleve Yerney's
reception, smiling oddly, under his white eye-
brows, after his wont.
" I suspect some little mistake, isn't there ? "
said he, in his cold, harsh, quiet tones. " You
can hardly be the brother of my old friend, Arthur
Verney. I had hoped to see Mr. Kiffyn Fulke
Verney — I — eh ? "
" I'm his nephew."
"Oh! nephew? Yes— another generation —
yes, of course. I called to see the Honourable
Kiffyn Fulke Verney. I was not able to attend
CLEVE VERNEY HAS A VISITOR. I '2 1
the consultation, or whatever you call it. You
know I'm your principal witness, eh ? Dingwell's
my name."
" Oh, to be sure — I beg pardon, Mr. Dingwell,"
said Cleve, who, by one of those odd slips of
memory, which sometimes occur, had failed to
connect the name with the case, on its turning
up thus unexpectedly.
" I hope your admirable uncle, KifFyn Verney,
is, at all events, alive and approachable" said the
old man, glancing grimly about the room ; " though
perhaps ijou're his next heir, and the hope is hardly
polite."
This impertinence of Mr. Dingwell's, Mr. Cleve
Verney, who knew his importance, and had heard
something of his odd temper, resented only by
asking him to be seated.
" That," said the old man, with a vicious laugh
and a smirk, also angry, "is a liberty which I was
about to take uninvited, by right of my years and
fatigue, eh ? "
And he sat down with the air of a man who is
rather nettled than pleased by an attention.
" And what about Mr. KifFyn Verney ? " he
asked, sharply.
" My uncle is in the country," answered Cleve,
who would have liked to answer the fool according
to his folly, but he succumbed to the necessity,
128 THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
inculcated with much shrewdness, garnished with
some references to Scripture, by Mr. Jos. Larkin,
of indulging the eccentricities of Mr. Dingwell's
temper a little.
" Then he is alive ? I've heard such an account
of the Verneys, their lives are so brittle, and snap
so suddenly ; my poor friend Arthur told me, and
that Jew fellow, Levi, here, who seems so intimate
with the family — d — n him ! — says the same : no
London house likes to insure them. Well, I see
you don't like it : no one does ; the smell of the
coffin, sir; time enough when we are carrion, and
fill it. Ha, ha, ha ! "
" Yes, sir, quite,' said Cleve, drily.
" No young man likes the sight of that stinking
old lantern-jawed fellow, who shall be nameless,
looking over his spade so slily ; but the best way
is to do as I've done. Since you must meet him
one day, go up to him, and make Lis acquaintance,
and shake hands ; and egad ! when you've grown
a little bit intimate, he's not half so disgusting,
and sometimes he's even a little bit funny/'
" If I were thinking of the profession of a
sexton, or an undertaker, I might," began Cleve,
who felt a profound disgust of this old Mr. Ding-
well, "but as I don't, and since by the time it
comes to my turn, I shall be pretty well past seeing
and smelling "
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" Don't be too sure of that," said Mr. Dingwell,
with one of his ugly smirks. " Some cheerful
people think not, you know. But it isn't about
such matters that I want to trouble you ; in fact,
I came to say a word to your uncle; but as I
can't see him, you can tell him, and urge it
more eloquently too, than I can. You and he
are both orators by profession; and tell him he
must give me five hundred pounds immediately."
" Five hundred pounds ! Why 1 " said Cleve,
with a scornful surprise.
"Because I want it/' answered the old gentle-
man, squaring himself, and with the corner of his
mouth drawn oddly in, his white head a little on
one side, and his eyebrows raised, with altogether
an air of vicious defiance.
" You have had your allowance raised very
much, sir — it is an exorbitant allowance — what
reason can you now urge for this request ? "
answered Cleve.
u The same reason, sir, precisely. If I don't
get it I shall go away, re i?ifecta, and leave you to
find out proof of the death how you may."
Cleve was very near giving this unconscionable
old extortioner a bit of his mind, and ordering
him out of the house on the instant. But Air.
Larkin had been so very urgent on the point, that
he commanded himself.
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" 1 hardly think, sir, you can be serious/' said
Cleve.
" Egad, sir ! you'll find it a serious matter if you
don't; for, upon my soul, unless I'm paid, and
well paid for it, I'll depose to nothing."
"That's plain speaking, at all events," said
Mr. Cleve Verney.
" Oh ! sir, I'll speak more plainly still," said
Mr. Dingwell, with a short sarcastic bow. " I
never mince matters ; life is too short for circum-
locutions."
" Verney life, at all events, by your account, sir,
and I don't desire them. I shall mention the
matter to my uncle to-day in my letter, but I
really can't undertake to do more; for I may tell
you frankly, Mr. Dingwell, I can't, for the life of
me, understand what you can possibly want of
such a surn."
" I suppose, young gentleman, you have your
pleasures, and I have mine, and they're not
to be had without money ; and egad, sir ! if
you fancy it's for love of your old uncle or of
you, that I'm here, and taking all this trouble,
you are very much mistaken; and if I help
you to this house, and the title, and estates,
I'll take leave to help myself to some little
amusement — money, I mean, also. Cool fellows,
egad!"
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The brown features of the old man flushed
angrily as he laughed.
" Well, Mr. Dingwell, I can only repeat what
1 have said, and I will also speak to Mr. Larkin.
I have no power in the business myself, and you
had better talk to him/' said Cleve.
u I prefer the fountain-head, sir. I don't care
twopence how you arrange it among yourselves ;
but you must give me the money by Saturday."
" Rather an early day, Mr. Dingwell; however,
as I said, the question is for my uncle ; it can't
affect me," said Cleve.
Mr. Dingwell mused angrily for a little, and
Cleve thought his face one of the wickedest he
had ever seen while in this state of excited rumi-
nation.
" You all — both owe me more in that man's
death — there are very odd circumstances about
it, I can tell you — than, perhaps, you at present
imagine," said Mr. Dingwell, looking up suddenly,
with a dismal sneer, which subsided into an equally
dismal stare.
Cleve, for a second or two, returned the stare,
while the question crossed his mind : " Can the
old villain mean that my miserable uncle met his
death by foul means, in which he took a part, and
intends to throw that consideration in with his
averred services, to enhance his claim ?
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"You had better tell your uncle, with my com-
pliments," said Mr. Dingwell, " that he'll make a
kettle of fish of the whole affair, in a way he
doesn't expect, unless he makes matters square
with me. I often think I'm a d d fool, sir, to
let you off as I do."
" I don't see, Mr. Dingwell, that you are letting
us off, as you say, so very easily," answered Cleve,
with a cold smile.
"No, you don't see, but I'll make yon see it,"
said Mr. Dingwell, very tartly, and with an un-
pleasant laugh. " Arthur Verney was always
changing his quarters — was never in the light.
He went by different nicknames. There were
in all Constantinople but two men, except my-
self, the Consul, and the stockbroker, who
cashed the money-orders for him, who could
identify him, or who knew his name. He lived
in the dark, and not very cleanly — you'll excuse
the simile — like one of your sewer-rats. He
died suddenly and oddly, sir, like a candle on
which has fallen a drop of water, with a splutter
and a flash, in a moment — one of your Verney
deaths, sir. You might as well hope to prove
the death of a particular town-dog there, with-
out kennel, or master, or name, a year after his
brothers had eaten him." Cleve knew that old
Dingwell in this spoke the truth and lied not.
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Lord Yerney had written to great people there,
who had set small ones in motion, with a result
very like what Dingwell described. Arthur
Yerney was a gipsy — seldom sleeping for two
weeks in the same house — with so many different
names that it was vain attempting to trace him,
and merely emerging when he wanted money.
u So, sir," said Mr. Dingwell, with a smirk, " I see
my value."
"I don't recollect that my uncle ever disputed
it," replied Mr. Cleve Verney.
" I understand your difficulty perfectly. The
presumption of English law, ha ! ha ! ha ! is in
favour of the duration of human life, whenever
you can't prove a death. So, English law, which
we can't dispute — for it is the perfection of human
wisdom — places the putrid body of my late friend
Arthur in the robes, coronet, and staff of the
Yerney s, and would give him the spending of the
rents, too, but that you can't make a horse drink,
though you may bring him to the water. At all
events, sir, my festering friend in the shroud will
hold secure possession of the estates against all
comers till he exhausts that patient presumption,
and sees Kiffyn, and you, sir, and every Yerney
now alive, laid with their faces upward. So, sir,
you see I know my value. I have the grand
arcanum ; I hold in my hand the Philosopher;,
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Stone that can turn your pewter and brass into
gold. I hold it fast, sir, and, egad ! I'll run away
with it, unless I see a reason." And the old
gentleman laughed, and shrugged and expanded
his slender hands with a deprecation that was
menacing.
Cleve was very angry, but he was also alarmed ;
for Mr. Dingwell looked quite capable of any
treason against the Verney interest to which his
avarice or his spites might prompt him. A wild,
cold, wandering eye; a play of the nostrils, and
a corrugation of the brows that gave to his smile,
or his laugh, a menace that was villanous, and
almost insane — warned the young man of the
quality of the beast, and invited him to the
exercise of all his self-control.
"I am quite certain, Mr. Dingwell, that my
uncle will do whatever is reasonable and fair,
and I am also sure that he feels his obligations
to you. I shall take care that he hears all that
you have said, and you understand that I lite-
rally have neither power nor influence in his
decision."
" Well, he feels his obligations," said Mr.
Dingwell. " That is pleasant."
" Certainly; and, as I said, whatever is fair and
reasonable I am certain he will do/; said Cleve
Verney.
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" Fair and reasonable — that is exactly the thing
— the value ; and you know —
1 The worth precise of anything
Is so much money as 'twill bring. '
And Fll make it bring what I say j and I make
it a rule to treat money matters in the grossest
terms, because that is the only language which is
at once intelligible and direct — and grossness I
believe to be the soul of business j and so, sir, tell
him with my compliments, I shall expect five
hundred pounds at ten o'clock in the morning, in
Bank of England notes."
At this moment the servant announced the
Rev. Isaac Dixie, and Mr. Dingwell stood up,
and, looking with a kind of amusement and scorn
round the room upon the dusty portraits, made a
sharp bow to Cleve Verney, and saying, —
" That's all; good morning, sir" — with another
nod, turned about, and walked jauntily out of the
room.
CHAPTER XIII.
THE REV. ISAAC DIXIE SETS FORTH ON A
MISSION.
There was, as Cleve knew, a basis of truth
in all that Mr. Dingwell had said, which made
his voice more grating, his eye more alarming,
and his language more disgusting.
"\Yould that Fortune had sent them, Cleve
thought, some enchanted horse, other than that
beast, to fly them into the fairy-land of their long-
deferred ambition ! Would that she had sent
them a Rarey, to lead him by a metaphoric
halter, and quell, by his art, the devil within him
— the evil spirit before which something in Cleve's
nature quailed, because it seemed to know nothing
but appetite, and was destitute of sympathy and
foresight.
Dingwell was beset with dangers and devils of
his own ; but he stood in his magic circle, making
mouths and shaking his fist, and cursing at
them. He seemed to have no imagination to
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awe, or prudence to restrain him. He was awrare,
and so was Cleve, that Larkin knew all about his
old bankruptcy, the judgments against him, the
impounded forgeries on which he had been on the
brink of indictment, and his escape from prison ;
and yet he railed at Larkin, and defied the
powerful Verneys, as if he had been an angel
sent to illuminate, to lecture, and to rule them.
Mr. Larkin was usually an adroit and effectual
tamer of evil beasts, in such case as this Mr.
Dingwell. He wraved his thin wand of red-hot
iron with a light and firm hand, and made every
raw smoke in turn, till the lion was fit to lie down
with the lamb. But this Dingwell was an eccen-
tric brute ; he had no awe for the superior nature,
no respect for the imposing airs of the tamer —
not the slightest appreciation even of his cautery.
On the contrary, he seemed to like the sensation,
and amuse himself with the exposure of his sores
to the inspection of Mr. Larkin, who began to
feel himself drawn into an embarrassing and
highly disreputable confidence.
Mr. Larkin had latterly quite given up the idea
of frightening Mr. Dingwell, for when he tried
that method, Mr. Dingwell had grown uncomfort-
ably lively and skittish, and, in fact, frightened
the exemplary Mr. Larkin confoundedly. He had
recapitulated his own enormities with an elation
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and frightful merriment worthy of a scandalous
corner at a YValpurges ball; had demonstrated
that he perfectly understood the game of the
serious attorney, and showed himself so curiously
thick of skin, and withal so sportive and formid-
able a rhinoceros, that Mr. Larkin then and there
learned a lesson, and vowed no more to try the
mesmerism that succeeded with others, or the hot
rod of iron under which they winced and gasped
and succumbed.
Such a systematic, and even dangerous defiance
of everything good, he had never encountered be-
fore. Such a person exactly as this Mr. Dingwell
he could not have imagined. There was, he feared,
a vein of insanity in that unfortunate man.
He had seen quite enough of the horrid adroit-
ness of Mr. Dingwell's horse-pla}', and felt such
qualms whenever that animal capered and snorted,
that he contented himself with musing and won-
dering over his idiosyncrasies, and adopted a
soothing treatment with him — talked to him in a
friendly, and even tender way — and had some
vague plans of getting him ultimately into a
mad-house.
But Mr. Dingwell was by this time getting
into his cab, with a drapery of mufflers round
him, and telling the man through the front win-
dow to drive to Rosemary Court ; he threw him-
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self back into a corner, and chuckled and snorted
in a conceited ecstasy over his victory, and the
money which was coming to minister to no good
in this evil world.
Cleve Verney leaned back in his chair, and
there rose before him a view of a moonlighted
wood, and old chateau, with its many peaked
turrets, and steep roofs, showing silvery against
the deep, liquid sky of night, and with a sigh, he
saw on the white worn steps, that beautiful, won-
derful shape that was his hope and his fate; and
as he leaned on his hand, the Reverend Isaac
Dixie, whose name had strangely summoned this
picture from the deep sea of his fancy, entered the
room, smiling rosily, after his wont, and extend-
ing his broad hand, as he marched with deliberate
strides across the floor, as much as to say—" Here
I am, your old tutor and admirer, who always
predicted great things for you ; I know you are
charmed, as I am ; I know how you will greet me."
" Ha ! old Dixie," and Cleve got up, with a
kind of effort, and not advancing very far, shook
hands.
" So you have got your leave — a week — or how
long ? "
" Pve arranged for next Sunday, that's all, my
dear Mr. Verney ; some little inconvenience, but
very happy — always happy."
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" Come, I want to have a talk with you," said
Cleve, drawing the clergyman to a chair. " Don't
you remember — you ought, you know — what Lord
Sparkish (isn't it?) says in Swift's Polite Conver-
sations— c "lis as cheap sitting as standing/ M
The clergyman took the chair, simpering bash-
fully, for the allusion was cruel, and referred to a
time when the Reverend Isaac Dixie, being as
yet young in the ways of the world, and some-
what slow in apprehending literary ironies, had
actually put his pupil through a grave course of
(i Polite Conversation," which he picked up among
some odd volumes of the works of the great Dean
of St. Patrick's, on the school-room shelf at
Malory.
" And for my accomplishment of saying smart
things in a polite way, I am entirely obliged to
you and Dean Swift," said Cleve, mischievously.
" Ah ! ah ! you were always fond of a jest, my
dear Mr. Yerney; you liked poking fun, you did,
at your old tutor; but you know how that really
was — I have explained it so often; still, I do
allow, the jest is not a bad one.
But Cleve's mind was already on quite another
subject.
"And now, Dixie," said he, with a sharp glance
into the clergyman's eyes, "you know, or at least
you guess, what it is 1 want you to do for me? "
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The clergyman looked down by his gaiter, with
his head a little a-one-side, and his mouth a little
pursed ; and said he, after a momentary silence, —
" I really, I may say, unaffectedly t assure you
that I do not."
"You're a queer fellow, old Dixie/' said Cleve;
"you won't be vexed, but you are always a little
bit too clever. I did not tell you exactly, but I
told you enough to enable you to guess it. Don't
you remember our last talk ? Come now, Dixie,
you're no muff."
" I hope not, my dear Cleve ; I may be, but I
don't pretend to that character, though I have
still, I apprehend, much to learn in the world's
ways.'-'
" Yes, of course," said the young man ; and
tapped his small teeth that glittered under his
moustache, with the end of his pencil-case, while
he lazily watched the face of the clergyman from
under his long lashes.
"And I assure you," continued the clergyman,
"if I were to pretend that I did apprehend your
intentions, I should be guilty of an inaccuracy
amounting, in fact, to an untruth."
He thought he detected something a little
mocking in the handsome face of the young
gentleman, and could not tell, in the shadow of
the window-curtain, whether those even white
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teeth were not smiling at him outright ; and a
little nettled, but not forgetting himself, he went
on, —
"You know, my dear Cleve, it is nothing on
earth to me — absolutely ; I act merely to oblige
— merely, I mean, to be useful — if in my power,
consistently with all other considerations, and I
speak, I humbly, but confidently hope, habitually
the truth "
" Of course you do," said the young gentleman,
with emphasis, and growing quite serious again.
" It is very kind, I know, your coming all this
way, and managing your week's absence; and
vou may for the present know just as little or as
much of the matter as you please ; only mind,
this is — not of course in any wrong sense — a dark
business — awfully quiet. They say that, in Eng-
land, a talent for speaking may raise a man to
anything, but I think a talent for holding one's
tongue is sometimes a better one. And — I'm quite
serious, old Dixie — I'll not forget your fidelity to
me, upon my honour — really, never ; and as you
know, 1 may yet have the power of proving it."
The Rev. Isaac Dixie folded his hands, and
hung his head sideways in a meek modesty, and
withal smiled so rosily and gloriously, as he sate
in front of the window, that had it happened an
hour before sunrise, the sparrows in the ivy all
REV. ISAAC DIXIE SETS FORTH ON A MISSION. 143
along the stable walls, would undoubtedly have
mistaken it for the glow of Aurora, and com-
menced their chirping and twittering salutations
to the dawn an hour too soon.
" It is very gratifying, very, you cannot readily
estimate, my dear, and — may I not say? — my
illustrious pupil, how gratifying to me, quite irre-
spective of all those substantially kind intentions
which you are pleased to avow in my behalf, to
hear from your lips so frank and — may I say, —
almost affectionate a declaration ; so just an esti-
mate of my devotion to your interests, and I may
say, I hope, of my character generally ? "
The Rector of Clay was smiling with a huge
bashfulness, and slowly folding and rubbing one
hand over the other, with his head gently in-
clined, and his great blue chin upon his guileless,
single-breasted, black silk bosom, as he spoke all
this in mellow effusion.
" Now, Dixie," said the young man, while a
very anxious expression for the first time showed
itself in his face, " I want you to do me a kind-
ness—a kindness that will tie me to you all the
days of my life. It is something, but not much ;
chiefly that you will have to keep a secret, and
take some little trouble, which I know you don't
mind ; but nothing serious, not the slightest irre-
gularity, a trifle, I assure you, and chiefly, as I
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said, that you will have to keep a secret for
me."
Dixie also looked a good deal graver as he
bowed his acquiescence, trying to smile on, and
still sliding his hands softly, one over the other.
" I know you guess what it is — no matter —
we'll not discuss it, dear Dixie j it's quite past
that now. You'll have to make a little trip for
me — you'll not mind it; only across what you
used to call the herring-pond j and you must wait
at the Silver Lion at Caen ; it is the best place
there — I wish it was better — not a soul will you
see — I mean English, no one but quite French
people ; and there is quite amusement, for a day
or so, in looking over the old town. Just wait
there, and I'll let you know everything before
you have been two days there. I've got your
passport; you shall have no trouble. And you
need not go to a bank ; there's gold here ; and
you'll keep it, and spend it for me till I see you ;
and you must go to-day."
" And, of course, I know it is nothing wrong,
my dear Cleve; but we are told to avoid even the
appearance of evil. And in any case, I should
not, of course, for the world offend your uncle —
Lord Verney, I may call him now — the head of
the family, and my very kind patron ; for I trust
I never forget a kindness ; and if it should turn
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out to be anything which by any chance he might
misinterpret, I may reckon upon your religious
silence, my dear Cleve, as respects my name ? "
" Silence ! of course — Fd die before I should
tell, under any pressure. I think you know I
can keep a secret, and my own especially. And
never trust my honour more if your name is ever
breathed in connexion with any little service you
may render me."
He pressed the Eev. Isaac Dixie's hand very
earnestly as he spoke.
" And now, will you kindly take charge of this
for me, and do as I said ? " continued Cleve,
placing the gold in Dixie's not unwilling hand.
" And on this paper I have made a note of the
best way — all about the boat and the rest ; and
God bless you, my dear Dixie, good-bye."
"And God bless you, my dear Cleve," recipro-
cated the clergyman, and they shook hands again,
and the clergyman smiled blandly and tenderly ;
and as he closed the door, and crossed the hall,
grew very thoughtful, and looked as if he were
getting into a possible mess.
Cleve, too, was very pale as he stood by the
window, looking into the sooty garden at the
back of Verney House.
VOL. II.
CHAPTER XIV.
OVER THE HERRING-POND.
Like the vision that had visited Cleve as he
sate in the breakfast-room of Verney House,
awaiting the Rev. Isaac Dixie, the old Chateau
de Cresseron shared that night in the soft yet
brilliant moonlight. That clergyman — vulgar I
am afraid ; worldly, perhaps ; certainly not beau-
tiful— had undertaken this foreign mission into
the land of romance ; and among its shadows and
enchanted lights, and heroic phantoms, looked, I
am afraid, incongruous, as the long-eared, shaggy
head of Bottom in the fairy-haunted wood near
Athens.
In the ancient town of Caen, in the Silver
Lion, the Rev. Isaac Dixie that evening made
himself partially understood, and altogether com-
fortable. He had an excellent dinner, and par-
took, moderately of course, of the very best vin-
tage in the crypt of that venerable inn. Why
should he not ? Was he not making harmless
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holiday, and guilty of no extravagance j for had
not Mr. Cleve Verney buckled a long purse to
his girdle, and told him to dip his fingers in
it as often and as deep as he pleased ? And
if he undertook the task — trod out Cleve
Verney's corn, surely it was no business of his
to call for a muzzle, and deny himself his heart's
content.
In that exquisite moonlight, having had his
cup of coffee, the Rev. Isaac Dixie made a loiter-
ing promenade : everything was bewitching — a
little wonderful, he fancied — a little strange —
from his shadow, that looked so sharp on the
white road, to the gothic fronts and gables of
old carved houses, emitting ruddy glimmerings
from diamond casemates high in air, and half-
melting in the deep liquid sky, gleaming with
stars over his head.
All was perfectly French in language and cos-
tume: not a note of the familiar English accent
mingled in the foreign hum of life. He was
quite at his ease. To all censorious eyes he
walked invisible ; and, shall I tell it ? Why not ?
For in truth, if his bishop, who abhors that nar-
cotic, and who, I am sure, never reads novels,
and therefore cannot read it here, learns nothing
of it, the telling can hurt nobody. He smoked
three great cheroots, mild and fragrant, that
l2
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evening, in the ancient streets of Caen, and re-
turned to his inn, odorous of that perfume.
It would have been altogether a delicious ex-
cursion, had there not been a suspense and an
anxiety to trouble the divine. The Rev. Isaac
Dixie regretted now that he had not asked Cleve
to define his object. He suspected, but did not
know its nature. He had no idea how obsti-
nately and amazingly the problem would recur to
his mind, and how serious would grow his qualms
as the hour of revelation drew near.
The same moon is shining over the ancient
streets of Caen, and over smoke-canopied Verney
House, and over the quaint and lonely Chateau
de Cresseron. In a tapestried room in this old
French house candles were burning, the window
open, and Margaret Fanshawe sitting at it, and
looking out on the moonlit woods and waters,
and breathing the still air, that was this night
soft as summer, in the raptures of a strange
dream : a dream no more ; the uncertainty is
over, and all her griefs. No longer is she one of
that forlorn race that hath but a short time to
live, and is full of misery. She is not born to
trouble, as the sparks fly upward, but translated.
Is it so ? Alas ! alas ! the angelic voice has not
yet proclaimed " that God shall wipe away all
tears from their eyes; and there shall be no
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more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither
shall there be any more pain ; for the former
things are passed away." These words are for
the glorified, who have passed the gates of death.
In this bliss, as in all that pertains to love,
reason has small share. The heart rejoices as
the birds sing. A great suspense — the greatest
care that visits the young heart — has ended in a
blessed certainty, and in so far the state re-
sembles heaven ; but, as in all mortal happiness,
there mingles in this also a sadness like distant
music.
Old Sir Booth Fanshawe is away on one of his
mysterious journeys, and cannot return for three
or four days, at soonest. I do not know whether
things are beginning to look brighter with Sir
Booth, or whether his affairs are being " managed"
into utter ruin. Meanwhile, the evil spirit has
departed from the house, and the spirit of music
has come, music with yet a cadence of sadness
in it.
This fair, quaint landscape, and beautiful
moonlight ! Who ever looks on such a scene
that does not feel a melancholy mingling in his
delight ?
•©■
" The moon shines bright : — in such a night as this,
When the sweet wind <li<l gently kiss the trees,
And they did make no noise ; in such a night,
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Troilus, methinks, mounted the Trojan walls,
And sighed his soul toward the Grecian tents,
Where Cresid lay that night. In such a night
Stood Dido, with a willow in her hand,
Upon the wild sea-banks, and waved her love
To come again to Carthage."
Thus, in the visions of the Seer who lies in
Stratford-on-Avon, moonlight and love and melan-
choly are related ; and so it is, and will be, to
the end of time, till mortal love is no more, and
sadness ends, and the moon is changed to blood,
and all things are made Dew.
And now over the moonlit water, through the
boughs of the old trees, the still night air is
thrilled with a sweet contralto — a homely song —
the echo of childish days and the nursery. Poor
Milly ! her maid who died so early, whose lover
was a young sailor, far away, used to sing it for
her in the summer evenings, when they sat down
under the hawthorns, on Winnockhough, looking
toward the sea, though the sea was many a mile
away : —
" As Eve went forth from Paradise,
She, weeping, bore away-
One flower that, reared, in tears and sighs,
Is growing to this day.
" Where'er the children of the fall
Are toiling to this hour,
It blooms for each, it blooms for all,
And Love we call this flower.
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" Red roses of the bygone year
Are mingled with the mould,
And other roses will appear
Where they grew pale and old.
" But where it grew, no other grows,
No bloom restores the sear ;
So this resembles not the rose,
And knows no other year.
" So, welcome, when thy bloom is red,
The glory of thy light ;
And welcome when thy bloom is shed,
The long sleep of my night."
And now the song is ended, and, listening,
nature seems to sigh; and looking toward the old
chateau, the front next you is in shadow, the win-
dow is open, and within you see two ladies. The
elder is standing by the girl, who sits still at the
open window, looking up into the face of her old
friend— the old friend who has known, in the
early days of romance, what love is, for whom now
"the bloom is shed, and mingling with the mould/'
but who remembers sadly the blush and glory of
its light that died five-and-thirty years ago upon
Canadian snows.
Gently the old lady takes her hand, and sits
beside her girlish kinswoman, and lays her other
hand over that, and smiles with a strange look of
affection, and admiration, and immeasurable com-
passion, that somehow seems to translate her, it
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is so sad and angelic. I cannot hear what she is
saying, but the young lady looks up, and kisses
her thin cheek, and lays her head upon her old
shoulder.
Behind, high over the steep roofs and pin-
nacles, and those glimmering weather-vanes, that
seem sometimes to melt quite away, hangs the
moon, unclouded — meet emblem of a pure love —
no longer crossed by the sorrows of true love's
course — Dian the Chaste, with her sad, pure, and
beautifully misleading light — alas ! the emblem,
also, of mutation.
In a few concise and somewhat dry sentences,
as old prison stones bear the records which thin
hands, long since turned to dust, have carved, the
world's corridors and corners bear the tracings of
others that were busy two thousand years ago ;
and the inscriptions that tell the trite story of
human fears and sadness, cut sharp and deep in
the rock, tell simply and briefly how Death was
the King of Terrors, and the shortness of Life the
bitter wonder, and black Care the companion of
the wayfarers who marched by the same route to
the same goal, so long ago. These gigantic griefs
and horrors are all in a nutshell. A few words
tell them. Their terror is in their truth. There
is no use in expanding them : they are sublimely
simple. Among the shadowy men and women
OVER THE HERRING-POND. 153
that people these pages, I see them everywhere —
plots too big and complicated to be got, by any
compression, within the few pages and narrow
covers of the book of their lives : Care, in her old
black weeds, and Death, with stealthy foot and
blow like thunder.
Twelve months had come and gone for ever
since the Reverend Isaac Dixie made that little
trip to Caen, every month bringing his portion of
blossom, fruit, or blight to every mortal. All had
gone well and gloriously in this Verney Peerage
matter.
The death of the late Honourable Arthur Ver-
ney was proved ; and the Honourable Kiffyn
Fulke Verney, as next heir, having complied with
the proper forms, duly succeeded to the ancient
peerage of the Verneys. So the dream was
accomplished more splendidly, perhaps, than if
the prize had come earlier, for the estates were in
such condition as they had never attained to since
the great rebellion ; and if Viscount Verney was
not among the more potent of his peers, the fault
was not in the peerage and its belongings.
I don't know that Lord Verney was on the
whole a happier man than the Honourable Kiffyn
had been. He had become somewhat more exact-
ing; his pride pronounced itself more implacably;
men felt it more, because he was really formid-
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able. Whatever the Viscount in the box might
be, the drag he drove was heavy, and men more
alert in getting out of his way than they would,
perhaps, had he been a better whip.
He had at length his heart's desire ; but still
there was something wanting. He was not quite
where he ought to be. With his boroughs, and
his command of one county, and potent influence
in another, he ought to have been decidedly a
greater man. He could not complain of being
slighted. The minister saw him when he chose ;
he was listened to, and in all respects courteously
endured. But there was something unsatisfactory.
He was not telling, as he had expected. Perhaps
he had no very clear conceptions to impress. He
had misgivings, too, that secretly depressed and
irritated him. He saw Twyndle's eye wander
wildly, and caught him yawning stealthily into
his hand, while he was giving him his view of the
affair of the " the Matilda Briggs/' and the right
of search. He had seen Foljambe, of the Trea-
sury, suddenly laugh at something he thought was
particularly wise, while unfolding to that gentle-
man, in the drawing-room, after dinner, his ideas
about local loans, in aid of agriculture. Foljambe
did not laugh outright. It was only a tremulous
qualm of a second, and he was solemn again, and
rather abashed. Lord Verney paused, and looked
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for a second, with stern inquiry in his face, and
then proceeded politely. But Lord Yerney never
thought or spoke well of Foljambe again ; and
often reviewed what he had said, in secret, to try
and make out where the absurdity lay, and was
shy of ventilating that particular plan again, and
sometimes suspected that it was the boroughs and
the county, and not Kiffyn Lord Yerney, that
were listened to.
As the organ of self-esteem is the region of our
chief consolations and irritations (and its con-
dition regulates temper), this undivulged mortifi-
cation, you may be sure, did not make Lord
Yerney, into whose ruminations was ever trick-
ling, through a secret duct, this fine stream of
distilled gall, brighter in spirits, or happier in
temper.
Oh ! vanity of human wishes ! Not that the
things we wish for are not in themselves plea-
sant, but that we forget that, as in nature every
substance has its peculiar animalcule and infest-
ings, so every blessing has, too minute to be seen
at a distance, but quite inseparable, its parasite
troubles.
Cleve Yerney, too, who stood so near the
throne, was he happy? The shadow of care was
cast upon him. He had grown an anxious man.
" Yemey's looking awfully thin, don't you think,
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and seedy? and he's always writing long letters,
and rather cross/' was the criticism of one of his
club friends. " Been going a little too fast, I dare
say."
Honest Tom Sedley thought it was this pend-
ing peerage business, and the suspense ; and re-
ported to his friend the confident talk of the town
on the subject. But when the question was
settled, with a brilliant facility, his good humour
did not recover. There was still the same cloud
over his friend, and Tom began to fear that Cleve
had got into some very bad scrape, probably with
the Hebrew communitv.
CHAPTER XV.
MR. CLEVE YERXEY PAYS A YISIT TO ROSEMARY
COURT.
That evoked spirit, Dingwell, was now functus
officio, and might be dismissed. He was as much
afraid of the light of London — even the gaslight
— as a man of his audacity could be of anything.
Still he lingered there.
Mr. Larkin had repeatedly congratulated the
Verney peer, and his young friend and patron,
Cleve, upon his own masterly management, and
the happy result of the case, as he called it. And
although, with scriptural warning before him, he
would be the last man in the world to say, " Is
not this great Babylon that I have builded?"
Yet he did wish Lord Viscount Verney, and Cleve
Verney, M.P., distinctly to understand that he,
Mr. Larkin, had been the making of them.
There were some things — very many things, in
fact, all desirable — which those distinguished per-
sons could effect for the good attorney of Glyng-
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den, and that excellent person in consequence
presented himself diligently at Verney House.
On the morning I now speak of, he was intro-
duced to the library, where he found the peer and
his nephew.
" I ventured to call, my lord — how do you do,
Mr. Verney ? — to invite your lordship's attention
to the position of Mr. Dingwell, who is compelled
by lack of funds to prolong his stay in London.
He is, I may say, most anxious to take his de-
parture quietly and expeditiously, for Constanti-
nople, where, I venture to think, it is expedient
for all parties, that his residence should be fixed,
rather than in London, where he is in hourly
danger of detection and arrest, the consequence of
which, my lord; — it will probably have struck your
lordship's rapid apprehension already, — would be,
I venture to think, a very painful investigation of
his past life, and a concomitant discrediting of
his character, which although, as your lordship
would point out to me, it cannot disturb that
which is already settled, would yet produce an
unpleasant effect out of doors, which, it is to be
feared, he would take care to aggravate by all
means in his power, were he to refer his detention
here, and consequent arrest, to any fancied eco-
nomy on your lordship's part."
"I don't quite follow you about it, Mr. Larkin,"
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said Lord Verney, who generally looked a little
stern when he was puzzled. " I don't quite
apprehend the drift — be good enough to sit down
— about it — of your remarks, as they bear upon
Mr. Dingwell's wishes, and my conduct. Do you,
Cieve?"
"I conjecture that Dingwell wants more money,
and can't be got out of London without it," said
Cleve.
" Eh ? Well, that did occur to me ; of course,
that's plain enough — about it — and what a man
that must be ! and — God bless me ! about it — all
the money he has got from me ! It's incredible,
Mr. — a — Larkin, three hundred pounds, you
know, and he wanted five, and that absurdly
enormous weekly payment besides !"
" Your lordship has exactly, as usual, touched
the point, and anticipated, with your wonted accu-
racy, the line at the other side ; and indeed, I may
also say, all that may be urged by way of argu-
ment, pro and con. It is a wonderful faculty ! "
added Mr. Larkin, looking down with a contem-
plative smile, and a little wondering shake of the
head.
" Ha, ha ! Something of the same sort has
been remarked in our family about it," said the
Viscount, much pleased. "It facilitates business,
rather, I should hope — about it."
160 THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
The attorney shook his head, reflectively, raising
his hands, and said, "No one but a professional
man can have an idea!"
"And what do you suggest?" asked Cleve,
who was perhaps a little tired of the attorney's
compliments.
" Yes, what do you suggest, Mr. — Mr. Larkin ?
Your suggestion I should be prepared to con-
sider. Anything, Mr. Larkin, suggested by
you shall be considered," said Lord Yerney
grandly, leaning back in his chair, and folding
his hands.
"I am much — very much — flattered by your
lordship's confidence. The former money, I have
reason to think, my lord, went to satisfy an old
debt, and I have reason to know that his den
has been discovered by another creditor, from
whom, even were funds at his disposal to leave
England to-night, escape would be difficult, if not
impossible."
" How much money does he want," asked Mr.
Cleve Yerney.
" A moment, a moment, please. I was going to
say," said Lord Yerney, "if he wants money —
about it — it would be desirable to state the
amount."
" Mr. Larkin, thus called on, cleared his voice,
and his dove-like eyes contracted, and assumed
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their rat-like look, and he said, watching Lord
Yerney's face, —
" I am afraid, my lord, that less than three
hundred "
Lord Yerney contracted his brows, and nodded,
after a moment.
" Three hundred pounds. Less, 1 say, my lord,
will not satisfy the creditor, and there will remain
something still in order to bring him back, and
to keep him quiet there for a time ; and I think,
my lord, if you will go the length of five hun-
dred "
" 'Gad, it's growing quite serious, Mr. — Mr.
Sir, I confess I don't half understand this per-
son, Mr. Ding — Dong — whatever it is — it's going
rather too fast about it. I — I — and that's my
clear opinion — M and Lord Yerney gazed and
blinked sternly at the attorney, and patted his
fragrant pocket-handkerchief several times to his
chin — " very unreasonable and monstrous, and,
considering all I've done, very ungrateful"
iC Quite so, my lord; monstrously ungrateful.
I can't describe to your lordship the trouble I
have had with that extraordinary and, I fear I
must add, fiendish person. I allude, of course,
my lord, in my privileged character as having the
honour of confidential relations with your lord-
ship, to that unfortunate man, Dingwell. I
VOL. II. M
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assure you, on one occasion, he seized a poker in
his lodgings, and threatened to dash my brains
out."
" Very good, sir," said Lord Verney, whose
mind was busy upon quite another point; "and
suppose I do, what do we gain, I ask, by assist-
ing him ? "
" Simply, my lord, he is so incredibly reckless,
and, as I have said, fiendish, that if he were dis-
appointed, I do think he will stick at nothing,
even to the length of swearing that his evidence
for your lordship was perjured, for the purpose of
being revenged, and your generosity to him
pending the inquiry, or rather the preparation of
proofs, would give a colour unfortunately even to
that monstrous allegation. Your lordship can
have no idea — the elevation of your own mind
prevents it — of the desperate character with
whom we have had to deal."
w Upon my life, sir, a pleasant position you
seem to have brought me into," said Lord
Yerney, flushing a good deal.
" My lord, it was inevitable," said Mr. Larkin,
sadly.
" I don't think he could have helped it, really,"
said Cleve Yerney.
" And who says he could ? " asked Lord
Yerney, tartly. u I've all along said it could not
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well be helped, and that's the reason I did it,
don't you see ? but I may be allowed to say, I
suppose, that the position is a most untoward
one ; and so it is, egad ! " and Lord Verney got
up in his fidget, and walked over to the window,
and to the chimney-piece, and to the table, and
fiddled with a great many things.
"I remember my late brother, S had well Yerney
— he's dead, poor Shad well — had a world of trouble
with a fellow — about it— who used to extort money
from him — something I suppose — like this Mr.
Ringwood — or I mean — you know his name — till
he called in the police, and put an end to it."
" Quite true, my lord, quite true ; but don't
you think, my lord, such a line with Mr. Dingwell
might lead to afraycas, and the possible unplea-
santness to which / ventured to allude ? You
have seen him, Mr. Yerney ? "
u Yes j he's a beast, he really is ; a little bit
mad, I almost think."
" A little bit mad, precisely so; it really is, my
lord, most melancholy. And I am so clearly of
opinion that if we quarrel definitively with Mr.
Dingwell, we may find ourselves in an extremely
difficult position, that were the case my own, I
should have no hesitation in satisfying Mr. Ding-
well, even at a sacrifice, rather than incur the
annoyance I anticipate. If you allow me, my
164 THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
lord, to conduct the matter with Mr. Dingwell,
I think I shall succeed in getting him away
quietly."
"It seems to me a very serious sum, Mr,
Larkin," said Lord Yerney.
" Precisely so, my lord ; serious — very serious ;
but your lordship made a remark once in my
hearing which impressed me powerfully : it was
to the effect that where an object is to be accom-
plished, it is better to expend a little too much
power, than anything too little." I think that Mr.
Larkin invented this remark of Lord Yerney's,
which, however, his lordship was pleased to recog-
nise, notwithstanding.
So the attorney took his departure, to call
again next day.
" Clever man that Mr. — Mr. Larkin — vastly
clever," said Lord Yerney. "I rather think
there's a great deal in what he says — it's very
disgusting — about it j but one must consider, you
know — there's no harm in considering — and
— and that Mr. — Dong — Dingleton, isn't it t
— about it — a most offensive person. I must
consider — I shall think it over, and give him my
ideas to-morrow."
Cleve did not like an expression which had
struck him in the attorney's face that day,
and he proposed next day to write to Mr.
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Dingwell, and actually did] so, requesting that
he would be so good as to call at Yerney
House.
Mr. Dingwell did not come; but a note came
by post, saying that the writer, Mr. Dingwell, was
not well enough to venture a call.
What I term Mr. Larkin's rat-like eyes, and a
certain dark and even wicked look that crosses
the attorney's face, when they appear, had left a
profound sense of uncertainty in Cleve's mind
respecting that gentleman's character and plans.
It was simply a conviction that the attorney
meditated something odd about Mr. Dingwell,
and that no good man could look as he had
looked.
There was no use in opening his suspicion,
grounded on so slight a thing [as a look, to his
uncle, who, though often timid and hesitating,
and in secret helpless, and at his wits' end for
aid in arriving at a decision, was yet, in a matter
where vanity was concerned, or a strong preju-
dice or caprice involved, often incredibly ob-
stinate.
Mr. Larkin's look teased Cleve. Larkin might
grow into an influence very important to that
young gentleman, and was not lightly to be
quarrelled with. He would not quarrel with him;
but he would see Dingwell, if indeed that person
1GG THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
were still in London ; a fact about which he had
begun to have some odd misgivings. The note
was written in a straight, cramp hand, and Mr.
Larkin's face was in the background always. He
knew Mr. Dingwell's address j an answer, real or
forged, had reached him from it. So, full of dark
dreams and conjectures, he got into a cab, and
drove to the entrance of Rosemary Court, and
knocked at Miss Sarah Rumble's door.
That good lady, from the shadow, looked sus-
piciously on him.
"Is Mr. Dingwell at home?"
"Mr. Dingwell, sir?" she repeated.
"Yes. Is he at home?"
"Mr. Dingwell, sir ? No sir."
" Does not Mr. Dingwell live here ? "
"There was a gentleman, please, sir, with a
name like that. Go back, child," she said, sharply
to Lucy Maria, who was peeping in the back-
ground, and who might not be edified, perhaps,
by the dialogue. " Beg parding, sir," she con-
tinued, as the child disappeared j " they are so
tiresome ! There was an old gentleman lodging
here, sir, please, which his name was like that I
do remember."
Cleve Verncy did not know what to think.
" Is there anyone in the house who knows Mr.
Dingwell? I've come to be of use to him;
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perhaps lie could see me. Will you say Mr.
Verney ? "
" Mr. — what, sir, please ? "
"Verney — here's my card; perhaps it is
better."
As the conversation continued, Miss Rumble
had gradually come more and more forward,
closing the door more and more as she did so, so
that she now confronted Cleve upon the step, and
could have shut the door at her back, had he
made any attempt to get in ; and she called over
her shoulder to Lucy Maria, and whispered some-
thing, and gave her, I suppose, the card; and in
a minute more Miss Rumble opened the door
wide, and showed " the gentleman n upstairs, and
told him on the lobby she hoped he would not be
offended, but that she had such positive orders as
to leave her no choice ; and that in fact Mr.
Dingwell was in the drawing-room, and would be
happy to see him, and almost at the same moment
she threw open the door and introduced him,
with a little courtesy, and —
" This way, please, sir ; here's the gentleman,
please, sir."
There he did find Mr. Dingwell, smoking a
cigar, in his fez, slippers, and pea-green silk
dressing-gown, with a cup of black coffee on the
little table beside him, his Times and a few maga-
168 THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
zines there also. He looked, in vulgar parlance,
w seedy," like an old fellow who had been raking
the night before, and was wofully tired, and in no
very genial temper.
" AVill you excuse an old fellow, Mr. Verney,
and take a chair for yourself? I'm not very well
to-day. I suppose, from your note, you thought
I had quitted London. It was not to be expected
so old a plant should take root ; but it's some-
times not worth moving 'em again, and they
remain where they are, to wither, ha, ha, ha ! "
" I should be sorry it was for any such pur-
pose ; but I am happy to find you still here, for I
•was really anxious to call and thank you."
" Anxious — to thank me ! Are you really serious,
Mr. Verney ? " said Ding well, lowering his cigar
again, and looking with a stern smile in his
visitor's face.
"Yes, sir; I did wish to call and tell you,"
said Cleve, determined not to grow angry ; " and
I am here to say that we are very much obliged."
"Wet"
" Yes ; my uncle and I."
"Oh, yes; well, it is something. I hope the
coronet becomes him, and his robes. I venture
to say he has got up the masquerading properties
already ; it's a pity there isn't a coronation or
something at hand ; and I suppose he'll put up a
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monument to my dear friend Arthur — a mangy
old dog he was, you'll allow me to say, though he
was my friend, and very kind to me ; and I, the
most grateful fellow he ever met ; Fve been more
grieved about him than any other person I can
remember, upon my soul and honour — and a
devilish dirty dog he was."
This last reflection was delivered in a melancholy
aside, after the manner of a soliloquy, and Cleve
did not exactly know how to take this old fellow's
impertinence.
" Arthur Yerney — poor fellow ! your uncle. He
had a great deal of the pride of his family, you
know, along with utter degradation. Filthy dog !
— pah ! ,J And INIr. Dingwell lifted both his
hands, and actually used that unpleasant uten-
sil called a " spittoon," which is seen in
taverns, to give expression, it seemed, to his
disgust.
" But he had his pride, dear Arthur ; he was
proud, and wished for a tombstone. AY hen he
was dyiug, he said, ( I should like a monument —
not of course in a cathedral, for I have been
living so darkly, and a good deal talked about ;
but there's an old church or abbey near Malory
(that I'm sure was the name of the place) where
our family has been accustomed to bury its quiet
respectabilities and its mauvais sujets ; and I
170 THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
think they might give me a pretty little monu-
ment there, quite quietly/ I think you'll do it,
for you're a grateful person, and like thinking
people ; and he certainly did a great deal for his
family by going out of it, and the little vanity of
a monument would not cost much, and, as he
said himself, no one would ever see it ; and I
promised, if I ever had an opportunity, to men-
tion the subject to your uncle."
Cleve bowed.
" ' And,' said he, c there will be a little conflict
of feeling. I am sure they'd like the monument,
but they would not make an ostentation of me.
But remind them of my Aunt Deborah. Poor
old girl ! she ran away with a fiddler.' Egad, sir !
these were his very words, and I've found, on
inquiring here, they were quite true. She ran
away with a fiddler — egad ! and I don't know
how many little fiddlers she had ; and, by Jove !
he said if I came back I should recognise a pos-
sible cousin in every street-fiddler I met with, for
music is a talent that runs in families. And so,
when Atropos cut his fiddlestri ng, and he died,
she took, he said, to selling mutton pies, for her
maintenance, in Chester, and being properly
proud as a Ycrney, though as a fiddler's widow
necessitous, he said she used to cry, behind her
little table, ' Hot mutton pies ! ' and then, sotto
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voce, 'I hope nobody hears me;' and you may
rely upon that family anecdote, for I had it from
the lips of that notorious member of your family,
your uncle Arthur, and he hoped that they would
comply with the tradition, and reconcile the
Verney pride with Verney exigencies, and con-
cede him the secret celebration of a monument."
" If you are serious "
" Serious about a monument, sir ! who the
devil could be lively on such a subject ? n and
Mr. Dingwell looked unaccountably angry, and
ground his teeth, and grew white. " A monu-
ment, cheap and nasty, I dare say ; it isn't much
for a poor devil from whom you've got everything.
I suppose you'll speak to your uncle,- sir. "
" I'll speak to him, sir."
"Yes, do, pray, and prevail. Tin not very
strong, sir, and there's something that remains for
you and me to do, sir."
« What is that ? "
" To rot under ground, sir ; and as I shall go
first, it would be pleasant to me to be able to pre-
sent your affectionate regards to your uncle, when
I meet him, and tell him that you had complied
with his little fancy about the monument, as he
seemed to make a point that his name should not
be blotted totally from the records of his family."
Cleve was rather confirmed in his suspicions
17'2 THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
about the sanity of this odious old man — as well
he might — and, at all events, was resolved to
endure him without a row.
" I shall certainly remember, and mention all
you have said, sir/' said Cleve.
u Yes," said the old man, in a grim meditation,
looking down, and he chucked away the stump of
his cigar, "it's a devilish hard case, Kismet!"
he muttered.
" I suppose you find our London climate very
different from that you have grown accustomed
to ? " said Cleve, approaching the point on which
he desired some light.
"I lived in London for a long time, sir. I
was — as perhaps you know — junior partner in the
great Greek house of Prinkipi and Dingwell —
d n Prinkipi ! say I. He ran us into trouble,
sir j then came a smash, sir, and Prinkipi le-
vanted, making a scapegoat of me, the most
vilified and persecuted Greek merchant that ever
came on 'Change ! And, egad ! if they could
catch me, even now, I believe they'd bury me in
a dungeon for the rest of my days, which, in that
case, would not be many. I'm here, therefore, I
may say, at the risk of my life."
"A very anxious situation, indeed, Mr. Ding-
well j and I conclude you intend but a short stay
here ? "
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11 Quite the contrary, sir. I mean to stay as
long as I please, and that may be as long as I
live."
" Oh ! I had thought from something that Mr.
Larkin said," began Cleve Verney.
" Larkin ! He's a religious man, and does not
put his candle under a bushel. He's very parti-
cular to say his prayers ; and provided he says
them, he takes leave to say what he likes
beside."
Mr. Dingwell was shooting his arrows as freely
as Cupid does ; but Cleve did not take this satire
for more than its worth.
" He may think it natural I should wish to be
gone, and so I do," continued the old man, set-
ting down his coffee cup, " if I could get away
without the trouble of going, or was sure of a
tolerably comfortable berth, at my journey's end ;
but I'm old, and travelling shakes me to pieces,
and I have enemies elsewhere, as well as here ;
and the newspapers have been printing sketches
of my life and adventures, and poking up atten-
tion about me, and awakening the slumbering
recollection of persons by whom I had been, in
effect, forgotten, ei;en/-where. No rest for the
wicked, sir. I'm pursued; and, in fact, what
little peace I might have enjoyed in this, the
closing period of my life, has been irreparably
174 THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
wrecked by my visit and public appearance here,
to place your uncle, and by consequence you, in
the position now secured to you. What do you
think of me ? "
" I think, sir, you have done us a great ser-
vice; and I know we are very much obliged,"
said Cleve, with his most engaging smile.
"And do you know what I think of myself?
I think I'm a d d fool, unless I look for some
advantage."
" Don't you think, sir, you have found it, on
the whole, advantageous, your coming here ? "
insinuated Cleve.
K Barren, sir, as a voyage on the Dead Sea.
The test is this— what have I by it ? not five
pounds, sir, in the world. Now, I've opened my
mind a little to you upon this subject, and I'm of
the same mind still; and if I've opened Alad-
din's garden to you, with its fruitage of emeralds,
rubies, and so forth, I expect to fill my snuff-box
with the filings and chippings of your gigantic
jewellery."
Cleve half repented his visit, now that the pre-
sence of the insatiable Mr. Dingwell, and his
evident appetite for more money, had justified the
representations of the suspected attorney.
"I shall speak to Mr. Larkin on the subject/'
said Cleve Verney.
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" D n Larkin, sir ! Speak to me."
"But, Mr. Dingwell, I have really, as I told
you before, no authority to speak ; and no one
has the least power in the matter but my uncle."
11 And what the devil did you come here for ? "
demanded Mr. Dingwell, suddenly blazing up
into one of his unaccountable furies. " I suppose
you expected me to congratulate you on your
success, and to ask leave to see your uncle in his
coronet — ha, ha, ha ! — or his cap and bells, or
whatever he wears. By sir, I hope he holds
his head high, and struts like a peacock, and has
pleasant dreams j time enough for nightmares,
sir, hereafter, eh ? Uneasy rests the head that
wears the crown ! Good evening, sir ; I'll talk
to Mr. Larkin."
And with these words Mr. Dingwell got up,
looking unaccountably angry, and made a half-
sarcastic, half- furious bow, wherewith he dis-
missed Mr. Cleve Yerney, with more distinct
convictions than ever that the old gentleman was
an unmitigated beast, and more than half a
lunatic.
CHAPTER XVI.
IN LORD VERNEY'S LIBRARY.
AViio should ligbt upon Cleve that evening as
he walked homeward but our friend Tom Sedley,
who was struck by the anxious pallor and melan-
choly of his face.
Good-natured Sedley took his arm, and said he,
as they walked on together, —
" Why don't you smile on your luck, Cleve ? "
" How do you know what my luck is ? "
" All the world knows that pretty well."
u All the world knows everything but its own
business."
" "Well, people do say that your uncle has lately
got the oldest peerage — one of them — in England,
and an estate of thirty-seven thousand a year, for
one thing, and that you are heir-presumptive to
these trifles."
" And that heirs-presumptive often get nothing
but their heads in their hands."
"No, you'll not come Saint Denis nor any
IX LORD VERXEY'S LIBRARY. 177
other martyr over us, my dear boy ; we know
very well how you stand in that quarter."
" It's pleasant to have one's domestic relations
so happily arranged by such very competent per-
sons. I'm much obliged to all the world for the
parental interest it takes in my private concerns."
"And it also strikes some people that a per-
fectly safe seat in the House of Commons is not
to be had for nothing by every fellow who wishes
it."
" But suppose I don't wish it."
" Oh ! we may suppose anything."
Tom Sedley laughed as he said this, and Cleve
looked at him sharply, but saw no uncomfortable
meaning in his face.
" There is no good in talking of what one has
not tried," said he. " If you had to go down to
that tiresome House of Commons every time it
sits ; and had an uncle like mine to take you to
task every time you missed a division — you'd soon
be as tired of it as I am."
" I see, my dear fellow, you are bowed down
under a load of good luck." They were at the
door of Tom Sedley's lodgings by this time, and
opening it, he continued, " I've something in my
room to show you ; just run up with me for a
minute, and you'll say I'm a conjuror."
Cleve, not to be got into good spirits that even-
178 THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
ing, followed liim upstairs, thinking of something
else.
" I've got a key to your melancholy, Cleve,"
said he, leading the way into his drawing-room.
" Look there" and he pointed to a clever copy in
crayons of the famous Beatrice Cenci, which he
had hung over his chimney-piece.
Tom Sedley laughed, looking in Cleve's eyes.
A slight flush had suddenly tinged his visitor's
face, as he saw the portrait. But he did not
seem to enjoy the joke, on the contrary, he looked
a little embarrassed and angry. " That's Guido's
portrait — well, what about it ? " he asked, rather
surlily.
" Yes, of course ; but who is it like ? "
" Very few, I dare say, for it is very pretty ;
and except on canvas, there is hardly such a
thing as a pretty girl to be seen. Is that all ?
for the life of me, I can't see where the conjuring
lies."
"Not in the picture, but the likeness; don't
you see it ? "
"No" said Cleve. "I must go; are you
coming ? "
"Not see it!" said Tom. "Why if it were
painted for her, it could net be more like. Why,
it's the Flower of Cardyllian, the Star of Malory.
It is your Miss Fanshawe — my Margaret — oar
in; lord yerxey's library. 170
Miss Margaret Fanshawe. I'm making the
fairest division I can, you see ; and I would not
be without it for all the world."
" She would be very much gratified if she
heard it. It is so flattering to a young lady to
have a fellow buy a coloured lithograph, and call
it by her name, and crack jokes and spout mock
heroics over it. It is the modern way of celebra-
ting a lady's name. Don't you seriously think,
Sedley, it would be better to smash it with
a poker, and throw it into the fire, than go on
taking such liberties with any young lady's
name ? "
" Upon my honour, Cleve, you mistake me ;
you do me great injustice. You used to laugh
at me, you know, when I'm quite sure, thinking
over it now, you were awfully gone about her
yourself. I never told any one but you why I
bought that picture ; it isn't a lithograph, but
painted, or drawn, or whatever they call it, with
chalks, and it cost five guineas; and no one but
you ever heard me mention [Miss Fanshawe's
name, except the people at Cardyllian, and then
only as I might mention any other, and always
with respect."
"What does it signify?" interrupted Cleve, in
the middle of a forced yawn. "I'm tired to-day,
and cross — don't you see; and man delights not
x 2
180 THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
me, nor woman neither. So, if you're coming,
come, for I must go."
"And, really, Cleve, the Cardyllian people do
say (I've had letters) that you were awfully in
love with her yourself, and always haunting those
woods of Malory while she was there, and went
away immediately she left, and have never been
seen in Cardyllian since."
w Those Cretans were always liars, Tom Sedley.
That comes direct from the club. I can fancy
old Shrapnell in the light of the bow-window,
composing his farrago of dreams, and lies, and
chuckling and cackling over it."
"Well, I don't say that Shrapnell had any-
thing to do with it ; but I did hear at first they
thought you were gone about little Agnes Ethe-
rage."
"Oh! they found that out — did they?" said
Cleve. " But you know those people — I mean
the Cardyllian people — as well, or better than I,
and really, as a kindness to me, and to save me
the trouble of endless explanations to my uncle,
I would be so much obliged if you would not
repeat their follies — unless, of course, you happen
to believe them."
Cleve did not look more cheerful as he drove
away in a cab which he took to get rid of his
friend Tom Sedley. It was mortifying to find
IN LORD YERXEY's LIBRARY. 181
how vain were his clever stratagems, and how the
rustic chapmen of that \Velsh village and their
wives had penetrated his diplomacy. He thought
he had killed the rumours about Malory, and yet
that grain of mustard seed had grown while his
eye was off it, with a gigantic luxuriance, and
now was large enough to form a feature in the
landscape, and quite visible from the windows of
Ware— if his uncle should happen to visit that
mansion — overtopping the roofs and chimneys of
Cardyllian. His uncle meditated an early visit
to Cardyllian, and a short stay at Ware, before
the painters and gilders got possession of the
house ; a sort of ovation in demi-toilette, grand
and friendly, and a foretaste of the splendours
that were coming. Cleve did hope that those
beasts would be quiet while Lord Yerney was
(as he in his grand manner termed it) " among
them." He knew the danger of a vague sus-
picion seizing on his mind, how fast it clung, how
it fermented like yeast, fantastic and obstinate as
a foolish woman's jealousy; and as men some-
times will, he even magnified this danger. Al-
together, Cleve was not causelessly anxious and
alarmed. He had in the dark to navigate a
channel which even in broad daylight tasked a
good steersman.
AVhen Cleve reached Yerney House it was
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eight o'clock. Lord Ycrnev had ordered his
brougham at half-past, and was going down to
the House ; he had something to say on Lord
Frompington's bill. It was not very new, nor
very deep, nor very much; but he had been close
at it for the last three weeks. He had amused
many gentlemen — and sometimes even ladies — at
many dinner parties, with a very exact recital of
his views. I cannot say that they were exactly
his, for they were culled, perhaps unconsciously,
from a variety of magazine articles and pamphlets,
which happened to take Lord Verney's view of
the question.
It is not given to any mortal to have his heart's
desire in everything. Lord Yerney had a great
deal of this world's good things — wealth, family,
rank. But he chose to aim at official station,
and here his stars denied him.
Some people thought him a goose, and some
only a bore. He was, as we know, pompous, con-
ceited, obstinate, also weak and dry. His grand-
father had been a cabinet minister, respectable
and silent ; and was not he wiser, brighter, and
more learned than his grandfather ? " Why
on earth should not he?" His influence com-
manded two boroughs, and virtually two counties.
The minister, therefore, treated him with distinc-
tion ; and spoke of him confidentially as horribly
IX LORD YLRXEV'S LIBRARY. 183
foolish, impracticable, and at times positively
impertinent.
Lord Verney was subject to small pets and
huffs, and sometimes was affronted with the
Premier for four or five weeks together, although
the fact escaped his notice. And when the
viscount relented, he would make him a visit to
quiet his mind, and show him that friendly
relations were re-established ; and the minister
would say, " Here comes that d d Verney ;
I suppose I must give him half-an-hour ! " and
when the peer departed, thinking he had made
the minister happy, the minister was seriously
debating whether Lord Verney's boroughs were
worth the price of Lord Verney's society.
His lordship was no^v in that sacred apartment,
his library ; where not even Cleve had a right to
disturb him uninvited. Preliminaries, however,
were now arranged; the servant announced him,
and Cleve was commanded to enter.
" I have just had a line to say I shall be in
time at half-past ten o'clock, about it. From-
pington's bill won't be on till then; and take
that chair and sit down, about it, won't you ?
I've a good many things on my miud; people put
things upon me. Some people think I have a
turn for business, and they ask me to consider
and direct matters about theirs, and I do what
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I can. There was poor "Wimbledon, who died,
about it, seven years ago. You remember Wim-
bledon— or — I say — you either remember him or
you don't recollect him ; but in either case it's of
no importance. Let me see: Lady Wimbledon —
she's connected with you, about it — your mother,
remotely — remotely also with us, the Yerneys.
Iv'e had a world of trouble about her settlements
— I can't describe — I can't describe — I was not
well advised, in fact, to accept the trust at all.
Long ago, when poor Frompington — I mean poor
"Wimbledon, of course — have I been saying Wim-
bledon?"
Cleve at once satisfied him.
u Yes, of course. When poor Wimbledon looked
as healthy and as strong as I do at this moment,
about it — a long time ago. Poor Wimbledon ! —
he fancied, I suppose, I had some little turn,
about it, for business — some of my friends do —
and I accepted the trust when poor Wimbledon
looked as little likely to be hurried into eternity,
about it, as I do. 1 had a regard for him, poor
AVimbledou, and he had a respect for me, and
thought I could be of use to him after he was.
dead, and I have endeavoured, and people think
I have. But Lady Wimbledon, the dowager, poor
woman ! She's very long-winded, poor soul, and
gives me an infinity of trouble. One can't say
IX LORD VERNEY'S LIBRARY. 185
to a lady, ' You are detaining me j you are wan-
dering from the subject ; you fail to come to the
point.' It would be taking a liberty, or some-
thing, about it. I had not seen Lady Wimble-
don, simple 'oman, for seven years or more. It's
a very entangled business, and I confess it seems
rather unfair, that I should have my time, already
sufficiently occupied with other, as I think, more
important affairs, so seriously interrupted and
abridged. There's going to be a biil filed — yes,
and a great deal of annoyance. She has one
unmarried daughter, Caroline, about it, who is
not to have any power over her money until she
is thirty-one. She's not that now. It was hardly
fair to me, putting it in trust so long. She is a
very superior person — a young woman one does
not meet with every day, about it; and — and
very apprehensive — a great deal of mind — quite
unusual. Do you know her ? "
The viscount raised his eyes toward the ceiling
with a smile that was mysterious and pleased.
Cleve did know that young lady of eight-
and-twenty, and her dowager mamma, " simple
'omau," who had pursued him with extraordinary
spirit and tenacity for several years, but that was
past and over. Cleve experienced a thrill of pain
at his heart. He suspected that the old torturing
idea was again active in his uncle's mind.
1S6 THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
Yes, he did know them — ridiculous old wo-
man ; and the girl — he believed she'd many any
one; he fancied she would have done him that
honour at one time, and he fancied that the trust,
if it was to end when she was thirty-one, could
not be very long in force.
" My dear Cieve, don't you think that's rather
an odd way of speaking of a young lady? People
used not in my time — that is, when I was a young
man of two or three-and-twenty, about it — to talk
so of young ladies. It was not considered a thing
that ought to be done. I — I never heard a word
of the kind."
Lord Yerney's chivalry had actually called a
little pink flush to his old cheeks, and he looked
very seriously still at the cornice, and tapped a
little nervous tattoo with his pencil-case on the
table as he did so.
" I really did not mean — I only meant — in
fact, uncle, I tell you everything; and poor Caro-
line is so much older than I, it always struck me
as amusing."
" Their man of business in matters of law is
Mr. Larkington, about it. Our man, you know
— you know him."
" Oh, yes. They could not do better. Mr.
Larkin — a very shrewd fellow. I went, by-the-
by, to see that old man, Dingwell."
IX LORD VEKXEY's LIBRARY. 187
"Ah, well, very good. We'll talk of that br-
and-by, if you please ; but it has been occurring
to my mind, Cleve, that — that you should look
about you. In fact, if you don't like one young
lady, you may like another. It strikes me I
never saw a greater number of pretty young
women, about it, than there are at present in
town. I do assure you, at that ball — where was
it ? — the place I saw you, and sent you down to
the division — don't you remember? — and next
day, I told you, I think, they never said so much
as ' I'm obliged to you ' for what I had done,
though it was the saving of them, about it. I
say I was quite struck; the spectacle was quite
charming, about it, from no other cause ; and you
know there is Ethel — I always said Ethel — and
there can be no objection there; and I have dis-
tinct reasons for wishing you to be well connected,
about it — in a political sense — and there is no
harm in a little money ; and, in fact, I have made
up my mind, my dear Cleve, it is indispensable,
and you must marry. I'm quite clear upon the
point."
M I can promise you, my dear uncle, that I
shan't marry without your approbation.'"
"Well, I rather took that for granted," ob-
served Lord Verney, with dry solemnity.
" Of course. I only say it's very difficult some-
1SS THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
times to see what's wisest. I have you, I know,
uncle, to direct me ; but you must allow I have
also your example. You relied entirely upon
yourself for your political position. You made
it without the aid of any sucli step, and I should
be only too proud to follow your example."
"A — 'yes — but the cases are different; there's
a difference, about it. As I said in the debate on
the Jewish Disabilities, there are no two cases,
about it, precisely parallel; and I've given my
serious consideration to the subject, and I am
satisfied that for every reason you ought to choose
a wife immediately ; there's no reason against it,
and you ought to choose a wife, about it, imme-
diately ; and my mind is made up quite decidedly,
and I have spoken repeatedly ; but now I tell you
I recognise no reason for further delay — no reason
against the step, and every reason for it ; and in
short, I shall have no choice but to treat any
dilatory procedure in the matter as amounting to
a distinct trifling with my known wishes, desire,
and opinion."
And the Right Hon. Lord Viscount Yerney
smote his thin hand emphatically at these words,
upon the table, as he used to do in his place in
the House.
Then followed an impressive silence, the peer
holding his head high, and looking a little
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flushed ; and Cleve very pale, with the ghost of
the smile he had worn a few minutes before.
There are instruments that detect and measure
with a beautiful accuracy, the presence and force
of invisible influences — heat, electricity, air,
moisture. If among all these " meters " — elec-
tronometers, hygrometers, anemometers — an ody-
nometer, to detect the presence and measure the
intensity of hidden pain, were procurable, and
applied to the breast of that pale, smiling young
man at that moment, I wonder to what degree in
its scale its index would have pointed !
Cleve intended to make some slight and playful
remark, he knew not what, but his voice failed
him.
He had been thinking of this possibility — of
this hour — for many a day, as some men will of
the Day of Judgment, and putting it aside as a
hateful thought, possibly never to be embodied in
factj and here it was come upon him, suddenly,
inevitably, in all its terrors.
""Well, certainly, uncle, — as you wish it. I
must look about me — seriously. I know you
wish me to be happy. Fm very grateful; you
have always bestowed so much of your thought
and care upon me — too good, a great deal."
So spoke the young man — white as that sheet
of paper on which his uncle had been pencilling
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two or three of what he called his thoughts — and
almost as unconscious of the import of the words
he repeated.
" I'm glad, my dear Cleve, you are sensible
that I have been, I may say, kind ; and now let
me say that I think Ethel has a great deal in her
favour. There are others, however, I am well
aware, and there is time to look about, but I
should wish something settled this season — in
fact, before we break up, about it; in short I
have, as I said, made up my mind. I don't act
without reasons ; I never do, and mine are con-
clusive; and it was on this topic, my dear Cleve,
I wished to see you. And now I think you may
as well have some dinner. I'm afraid I've de-
tained you here rather long."
And Lord Yerney rose, and moved toward a
book-case with Hansard in it, to signify that the
conference was ended, and that he desired to be
alone in his study.
CHAPTER XVII.
AN OVATION.
Cleve had no dinner; he had supped full of
horrors. He got on his coat and hat, and appeared
nowhere that evening, but took an immense walk
instead, in the hope I dare say of tiring out his
agony — perhaps simply because quietude and un-
interrupted thought were unendurable.
Next day hope began a little to revive. An
inventive mind is inexhaustible; and are not the
resources of delay always considerable ?
"Who could have been acting upon his uncle's
mind in this matter ? The spring of Lord Verney's
action was seldom quite within himself. All at
once he recollected that he had come suddenly
upon what seemed an unusually secret conference
between his uncle and Mr. Larkin about ten days
since ; it was in the library. He was sure the
conversation had some reference to him. His
uncle looked both annoyed and embarrassed when
he came into the room; even the practised coun-
192 THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
tenance of Mr. Larkin betrayed some faint signs
of confusion.
Larkin he knew had been down in the neigh-
bourhood of Ware, and probably in Cardyllian.
Had anything reached him about the Malory
romance? Mr. Larkin was a man who would
not stick at trifles in hunting up evidence, and
all that concerned him would now interest Mr.
Larkin, and Cleve had too high an opinion of
that gentleman's sagacity not to assume that if
he had obtained the clue to his mystery he would
make capital of the secret with Lord Yerney.
Viscera magnorum domuum — nothing like secret
relations — confidences, — and what might not come
of this ? Of course, the first result would be a
peremptory order on which Lord Verney had
spoken last night. The only safety for the young
man, it will be concluded, is to marry him suit-
ably forthwith.
And — by Jove ! — a flash of light ! He had it !
The whole thing was clear now. Yes ; lie was to
be married to Caroline Oldys, because Mr. Larkin
was the professional right hand of that family,
and so the attorney would glide ultimately into
the absolute command of the House of Yerney !
To think of that indescribably vulgar rogue's
actually shaping the fortunes and meting out the
tortures of Cleve Yerney.
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How much of our miseries result from the folly
of those who would serve us ! Here was Viscount
Yerney with, as respected Cleve, the issues of
life very much in his fingers, dropping through
sheer imbecility into the coarse hands of that
odious attorney !
Cleve trembled with rage as he thought of the
degradation to which that pompous fool, Lord
Verney, was consigning him, yet what was to be
done ? Cleve was absolutely at the disposal of
the peer, and the peer was unconsciously placing
himself in the hands of Mr. Larkin, to be worked
like a puppet, and spoken for by the Pharisaical
attorney.
Cleve's theory hung together plausibly. It
would have been gross folly to betray his jealousy
of the attorney, whose opportunities with his
uncle he had no means of limiting or interrupting,
and against whom he had as yet no case.
He was gifted with a pretty talent for dissimu-
lation ; Mr. Larkin congratulated himself in
secret upon Cleve's growing esteem and confi-
dence. The young gentleman's manner was
gracious and even friendly to a degree that was
quite marked, and the unconscious attorney would
have been startled had he learned on a sudden
how much he hated him.
Ware — that great house which all across the
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estuary in which its princely front was reflected,
made quite a feature in the landscape sketched by
so many tourists, from the pier on the shingle of
Cardyllian on bright summer days, was about to
be re-habilitated, and very splendid doings were
to follow.
In the mean time, before the architects and
contractors, the plumbers, and painters, and car-
penters, and carvers, and gilders had taken pos-
session, and before those wonderful artists in
stucco who were to encrust and overspread the
ceilings with noble designs, rich and graceful and
light, of fruit and flowers and cupids, and from
memory, not having read the guide-book of
Cardyllian and its vicinity for more than a year,
I should be afraid to say what arabesques, and
imagery beside, had entered with their cements
and their scaffolding; and before the three
brother artists had got their passports for England
who were to paint on the panels of the doors such
festive pieces as "Watteau loved. In short, before
the chaos and confusion that attend the throes of
that sort of creation had set in, Lord Verney was
to make a visit of a few days to Ware, and was to
visit Cardyllian and to receive a congratulatory
address from the corporation of that ancient town,
and to inspect the gas-works (which I am glad to
say are hid away in a little hollow), and the two
AN OVATION. 195
fountains which supply the town — constructed, as
the inscription tells, at the expense of " the Right
Honourable Kiffyn Fulke, Nineteenth Viscount
Verney, and Twenty-ninth Baron Penruthyn, of
Malory." \Vhat else his lordship was to see, and
to do, and to say on the day of his visit the
county and other newspapers round about printed
when the spectacle was actually over, and the
great doings matter of history.
There were arches of evergreens and artificial
flowers of paper, among which were very tolerable
hollyhocks, though the roses were startling.
Under these, Lord Viscount Verney and the
" distinguished party " who accompanied him
passed up Castle Street to the town-hall, where he
was received by the mayor and town-councillors,
accompanied and fortified by the town-clerk and
other functionaries, all smiling except the mayor,
on whom weighed the solemn responsibility of
having to read the address, a composition, and no
mean one, of the Rev. Dr. Splayfoot, who attended
with parental anxiety " to see the little matter
through," as he phrased it, and was so awfully
engaged that Mrs. Splayfoot, who was on his arm,
and asked him twice, in a whisper, whether the
tall lady in purple silk was Lady Wimbledon,
without receiving the slightest intimation that she
was so much as heard, remarked testily that she
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196 THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
hoped he would not write many more addresses,
inasmuch as it made him ill-bred to that degree
that if the town-hall had fallen during the read-
ing, he never would have perceived it till he had
shaken his ears in kingdom-come. Lord Verney
read his answer, which there was much anxiety
and pressure to hear.
"Now it really ivas be-autifu'i — wasn't it ? " our
friend Mrs. Jones, the draper, whispered, in parti-
cular reference to that part of it, in which the
viscount invoked the blessing of the Almighty
upon himself and his doings, gracefully admitting
that in contravention of the Divine will and the
decrees of heaven, even he could not be expected
to accomplish much, though with the best inten-
tions. And Captain Shrapnell, who felt that the
sentiment was religious, and was anxious to be
conspicuous, standing with his hat in his hand,
with a sublime expression of countenance, said in
an audible voice — "Amen."
All this over, and the building inspected, the
distinguished party were conducted by the mayor,
the militia band accompanying their march — [air
— "The Meeting of the Waters"]— to the
"Fountains" in Gunner's Lane, to which I have
already alluded.
Here they were greeted by a detachment of the
Llanwthyn Temperance Union, luaded by short,
AN OV \TK')X. 107
fat Thomas Pritchard, the interesting apostle of
total abstinence, who used to preach on the sub-
ject alternately in Welsh and English in all the
towns who wonld hear his gospel, in most of which
he was remembered as having been repeatedly
fined for public intoxication, and known by the
familiar pet-name of " Swipey Tom/' before his
remarkable conversion.
Mr. Pritchard now led the choir of the Lan-
wthyn Temperance Union, consisting of seven
members, of various sizes, dressed in their Sunday
costume, and standing in a row in front of foun-
tain Xo. 1 — each with his hat in his left hand and
a tumbler of fair water in his right.
Good Mrs. Jones, who had a vague sense of
fun, and remembered anecdotes of the principal
figure in this imposing spectacle, did laugh a little
modestly into her handkerchief, and answered the
admonitory jog of her husband's elbow by plead-
ing— " Poor fellows ! "Well, vou know it is odd —
there's no denying that you know;'9 and from the
background were heard some jeers from the ex-
cursionists who visited Cardyllian for that gala,
which kept Hughes, the Cardyllian policeman,
and Evans, the other " horney," who had been
drafted from Llwynan, to help to overawe the tur-
bulent, very hot and active during that part of the
ceremony.
198 THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
Particularly unruly was John Swillers, who,
having failed as a publican in Liverpool, in con-
sequence of his practice of drinking the greater
part of his own stock in trade, had migrated to
"The Golden Posts" in Church Street, Cardyllian,
where he ceased to roll his barrel, set up his tres-
sels, and had tabernacled for the present, drink-
ing his usual proportion of his own liquors, and
expecting the hour of a new migration.
Over the heads of the spectators and the admir-
ing natives of Cardyllian wrere heard such exhor-
tations as " Go it, Swipey." " There's gin in
that," " Five shillin's for his vorship, Swipey," " I
say, Swipey Tom, pay your score at the Golden
Posts, will ye?" "Will ye go a bit on the
stretcher, Swipey ? " " Here's two horneys as '11
take ye home arter that."
And these interruptions, I am sorry to say,
continued, notwithstanding the remonstrances
which Mr. Hughes addressed almost pathetic-
ally to John Swillers of the Golden Po>ts, as a
respectable citizen of Cardyllian, one from whose
position the police were led to expect assistance
and the populace an example. There was some-
thing in these expostulations which struck John
Swillers, for he would look with a tipsy solemnity
in Hughes's face while he delivered them, and
once took his hand, rather affectionately, and said,
AN OVATION. 199
"That's your sort." But invariably these un-
pleasant interpolations were resumed, and did
not cease until this moral exhibition had ended
with the last verse of the temperance song,
chanted by the deputation with great vigour, in
unison, and which, as the reader will perceive,
had in it a Bacchanalian character, which struck
even the gravest listeners as a hollow mockery: —
Refreshing more than sinful swipes,
The weary man
AYho quaffs a can,
That sparkling foams through leaden pipes.
Chorus.
Let every man
Then, fill his can,
And till the glass
Of every iass
In brimming bumpers sparkling clear,
To pledge the health of Verney's Peer !
And then came a chill and ghastly " hip-hip,
hurrah/' and with some gracious inquiries on Lord
Verney's part, as to the numbers, progress, and
finances of " their interesting association," and a
subscription of ten pounds, which Mr. John
Swillers took leave to remark, "wouldn't be laid
out on water, by no means/' the viscount, with
grand and radiant Mr. Larkin at his elbow, and
frequently murmuring in his ear — to the infinite
disgust of my friend, Wynne Williams, the
200 THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
Cardyllian attorney, thus out-strutted and out-
crowed on his own rustic elevation — was winning
golden opinions from all sorts of men.
The party went on, after the wonders of the
town had been exhausted, to look at Malory, and
thence returned to a collation, at which toasts
were toasted and speeches spoken, and Captain
Shrapnell spoke, by arrangement, for the ladies
of Cardyllian in his usual graceful and facetious
manner, with all the puns and happy allusions
which a month's private diligence, and, I am
sorry to say, some shameless plagiarisms from
three old numbers of poor Tom Hood's " Comic
Annual/' could get together, and the gallant
captain concluded by observing that the noble
lord whom they had that day the honour and
happiness to congratulate, intended, he under-
stood, everything that was splendid and liberal
and handsome, and that the town of Cardyllian,
in the full radiance of the meridian sunshine,
whose golden splendour proceeded from the
smith — " The cardinal point at which the great
house of Ware is visible from the Green of Car-
dyllian " — (hear, hear, and laughter) — "there
remained but one grievance to be redressed, and
that set to rights, every ground of complaint
would slumber for ever, he might say, in the
great bed of "Ware M — (loud cheers and laughter)
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— "and what was that complaint? He was in-
structed by his fair, lovely, and beautiful clients
— the Indies of Cardyllian — some of whom he saw
in the gallery, and some still more happily situ-
ated at the festive board"— (a laugh). "AY ell,
he was, he repeated, instructed by them to say
that there was one obvious duty which the noble
lord owed to his ancient name — to the fame of
his public position — to the coronet, whose golden
band encircled his distinguished brow — and above
all, to the ancient feudal dependency of Cardyl-
lian"—(hear, hear) — "and that was to select
from his county's beauty, fascination, and accom-
plishment, and he might say loveliness, a partner
worthy to share the ermine and the coronet and
the name and the — ermine " (hear, hear) " of the
ancient house of Yerney " (loud cheers) ; " and
need he add that when the selection was made,
it was hoped and trusted and aspired after, that
the selection would not be made a hundred miles
away from the ivied turrets, the feudal ruins, the
gushing fountains, and the spacious town-hall of
Cardyllian " (loud and long-continued cheering,
amid which the gallant captain, very hot, and
red, and smiling furiously, sat down with a sort
of lurch, and drank off a glass of champagne, and
laughed and giggled a little in his chair, while
the "cheering and laughter" continued).
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And Lord Verney rose, not at all hurt by this
liberty, very much amused on the contrary, and
in high good humour his lordship said, —
"Allow me to say — I am sure you will" —
(hear, hear, and cries of "We will") — "I say, I
am sure you will permit me to say that the ladies
of Cardylliarj, a-a-about it, seem to me to have
chosen a very eloquent spokesman in the gallant,
and I have no doubt, distinguished officer who
has just addressed the house. AVe have all been
entertained by the eloquence of Captain Scollop "
— [here the mayor deferentially whispered some-
thing to the noble orator] — "I beg pardon —
Captain Grapnell — who sits at the table, with his
glass of wine, about it — and very good wine it is
— his glass, I say, where it should be, in his
hand" — (hear, hear, and laughter, and "You
got it there, captain"). "And I assure the gal-
lant captain I did not mean to be severe — only
we were all joking — and I do say that he has his
hand — my gallant friend, Captain Grabblet, has
it — where every gallant officer's ought to be,
about it, and that is, upon his weapon " — (hear,
hear, laughter, and cries of " His lordship's too
strong for you, captain"). " I don't mean to hurt
him, though, about it," (renewed cries of hear,
and laughter, during which the captain shook
his ears a little, smiling into his glass rather fool-
AX OVATION. 203
ishly, as a man who was getting the worst of it,
and knew it, but took it pleasantly). "No, it
would not be fair to the ladies about it," (renewed
laughter and cheering), "and all I will say is
this, about it — there are parts of Captain Scrap-
let's speech, which I shan't undertake to answer
at this moment. I feel that I am trespassing,
about it, for a much longer time than I had
intended," (loud cries of " No, no, go on, go on/'
and cheering, during which the mayor whispered
something to the noble lord, who, having heard
it twice or thrice repeated, nodded to the mayor
in evident apprehension, and when silence was
restored, proceeded to say,) "I have just heard,
without meaning to say anything unfair of the
gallant captain, Captain Scalpel, that he is hardly
himself qualified to give me the excellent advice,
about it, which I received from him ; for they
tell me that he has rather run away, about it,
from his colours, on that occasion." (Great
laughter and cheering). "I should be sorry to
wound Captain Shat — Scat — Scrap, the gallant
captain, to wound him, I say, even in front."
(Laughter, cheering, and a voice from the gallery
"Hit him hard, and he won't swell," "Order.")
" But I think I was bound to make that observa-
tion in the interest of the ladies of Cardyllian,
about it j " (renewed laughter) ; " and, for my
204 THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
part, I promise my gallant friend — my — captain
— about it — that although I may take some time,
like himself" (loud laughter); "although lean-
not let fall, about it, any observation that may
commit me, yet I do promise to meditate on the
excellent advice he has been so good as to give
me, about it." And the noble lord resumed his
seat amid uproarious cheering and general laugh-
ter, wondering what had happened to put him
in the vein, and regretting that some of the people
at Downing Street had not been present to hear
it, and witness its effect.
CHAPTER XVIII.
OLD FRIENDS OX THE GREEN.
Tom Sedley saw the Etherage girls on the
green, and instead of assisting as he had intended,
at the great doings in the town, he walked over
to have a talk with them.
People who know Cardyllian remember the
two seats, partly stone, partly wood, which are
placed on the green, near the margin of the sea —
seats without backs — on which you can sit with
equal comfort, facing the water and the distant
mountains, or the white-fronted town and old
Castle of Cardyllian. Looking toward this latter
prospect, the ladies sat, interested, no doubt,
though they preferred a distant view, in the
unusual bustle of the quiet old place.
On one of these seats sat Charity and Agnes,
and as he approached, smiling, up got Charity
and walked some steps towards him ! looking
kindly, but not smiling, for that was not her
206 THE TENANTS OF HALORY.
wont, and with her thin hand, in dog-skin glove,
extended to greet him.
" How are you, Thomas Sedley ? when did you
come ? " asked Miss Charity, much gladder to
see him than she appeared.
" I arrived this morning ; you're all well, I
hope; " he was looking at Agnes, and would have
got away from Miss Charity, but that she held
him still by the hand.
"All very well, thank you, except Agnes. I
don't think she's very well. I have ever so
much to tell you when you and I have a quiet
opportunity, but not now," — she was speaking
in a low tone ; — " and now go and ask Agues
how she is."'
So he did. She smiled a little languidly, he
thought, and was not looking very strong, but
prettier than ever — so very pretty ! She blushed
too, very brilliantly, as he approached ; it would
have been nattering had he not seen Cleve Ver-
ney walking quickly over the green toward the
Etherage group. For whom was the blush ?
Two gentlemen had fired simultaneously.
"Your bird? I rather think my bird? — isn't
it?"
Now Tom Sedley did not think the bird his,
and he felt, somehow, strangely vexed. And he
got through his greeting uncomfortably ; his
OLD FRIENDS OX THE GREEN. 207
mind was away with Cleve Verney, who waa
drawing quickly near.
" Oh ! Mr. Verney, ivhat a time it is since we
saw you last ! "exclaimed emphatic Miss Charity;
" I really began to think you'd never come."
"Very good of you, Miss Etherage, to think
about me."
"And you never gave me your subscription for
our poor old women, last winter ! "
" Oh ! my subscription ? I'll give it now —
what was it to be — a pound ? "
" No, you promised only ten shillings, but it
ought to be a pound. I think less would be
shameful."
" Then, Miss Agnes, shall it be a pound ? " he
said, turning to her with a laugh — with his fin-
gers in his purse, " whatever you say I'll do."
" Agnes — of course, a pound," said Charity, in
her nursery style of admonition.
" Charity says it must be a pound," answered
Agues.
" And you say so ? "
" Of course, I must."
"Then a pound it is — and mind," he added,
laughing, and turning to Miss Charity with the
coin in his fingers, " I'm to figure in your book
of benefactors — your golden book of saints, or
martyrs, rather; but you need not put down my
208 THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
name, only ' The old woman's friend,' or 'A
lover of Annuel/ or ' A promoter of petticoats/
or any other benevolent alias you think be-
coming."
" ' The old woman's friend/ will do very
nicely," said Charity, gravely. "Thank you,
Air. Yerney, and we were so glad to hear that
your uncle has succeeded at last to the peerage.
He can be of such use — you really would be — he
and you both, Mr. Yerney — quite amazed and
shocked, if you knew how much poverty there is
in this town."
"It's well he does not know just now, for he
wants all his wits about him. This is a critical
occasion, you know, and the town expects great
things from a practised orator. I've stolen away,
just for five minutes, to ask you the news. We
are at Ware, for a few days; only two or three
friends with us. They came across in my boat
to-day. We are going to set all the tradespeople
on earth loose upon the house in a few days. It
is to be done in an incredibly short time; and
my uncle is talking of getting down some of his
old lady relations to act chaperon, and we hope to
have you all over there. You know it's all made
up, that little coldness between my uncle and your
father. I'm so glad. Your father wrote him
such a nice note to-day explaining his absence —
OLD FRIENDS ON THE GBEEN.
he never goes into a crowd, lie Bays — and Lord
Veruey wrote him a line to say, if he would allow
him, he would go up to Hazelden to pay his
respects this afternoon."
This move was a suggestion of Mr. Larkin's,
who was pretty well up in election strategy.
" I've ascertained, my lord, he's good for a
hundred and thirty-seven votes in the county,
and your lordship has managed him with such
consummate tact that a very little more will,
with the Divine blessing, induce the happiest,
and I may say, considering the disparity of your
lordship's relations and his, the most dutiful feel-
ings on his part — resulting, in fact, in your lord-
ship's obtaining the absolute command of the
constituency. You were defeated, my lord, last
time, by only forty-three votes, with his influence
against you. If your lordship were to start your
nephew, Mr. Cleve Verney, for it next time,
having made your ground good with him, he
would be returned, humanly speaking, by a
sweeping majority/'
u So, Lord Verney's going up to see papa !
Agnes, we ought to be at home. He must have
luncheon."
"No — a thousand thanks — but all that's ex-
plained. There's luncheon to be in the town-
hall — it's part of the programme — and speeches -
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*J1() THE TENANTS OF KALORY.
and all that kind of rubbish; so he can only rue
up for a few minutes, just to say, 'How do ye
do?' and away again. So, pray, don't think of
going all that way, and he'll come here to be
introduced, and make your acquaintance. And
now tell me all your news."
" Well, those odd people went away from
Malory" — began Charity.
" Oh, yes, I heard, I think, something of that,"
said Cieve, intending to change the subject, per-
haps j but Miss Charity went on, for in that
eventless scene an occurrence of any kind is too
precious to be struck out of the record on any
ground.
" They went away as mysteriously as they came
— almost — and so suddenly"
" You forgot, Charity, dear, Mr. Verney was
at Ware when they went, and here two or three
times after they left Malory."
" So I was," said Cleve, with an uneasy glance
at Tom Sedley; " I knew I had heard something
of it."
" Oh, yes ; and they say that the old man was
both mad and in debt."
" What a combination ! " said Cleve.
u Yes, I assure you, and a Jew came down
with twenty or thirty bailiffs — I'm only telling
you what Mr. Apjohn heard, and the people here
OLD FRIENDS ON THE GREEN 211
tell us — and a mad doctor, and people with strait
waistcoats, and they surrounded Malory; but he
was gone! — not a human being knew where —
and that handsome girl, wasn't she quite bee-au-
tifuir
" Oh, what everyone says, you know, must be
true," said Cleve.
" What do you say ? " she urged upon Tom
Sedley.
" Oh, I say ditto to everyone, of course."
"Well, I should think so, for you know you
are quite desperately in love with her," said Miss
Charity.
"I? "Why, I really never spoke to her in all
ray life. Now, if you had said Cleve Verney."
" Oh, yes ! If you had named me. But, by
Jove ! there they go. Do you see ? My uncle
and the mayor, and all the lesser people, trooping
away to the town-hall. Good-bye ! I haven't
another moment. You'll be here, I hope,
when we get out ; do, pray. I have not a mo-
ment."
And he meant a glance for Miss Agnes, but it
lost itself in air, for that young lady was looking
down, in a little reverie, on the grass, at the tip of
her tiny boot.
" There's old Miss Christian out, I declare ! "
exclaimed Charity. " Did you ever hear of such
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•212 THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
a thing? I wonder whether Doctor Lyster
knows she is out to-day. I'll just go and speak
to her. If he doesn't, Til simply tell her she is
mad!"
And away marched Miss Charity, bent upon
finding out, as she said, all about it.
"Agnes," said Tom Sedley, "it seemed to me
to-day, you were not glad to see me. Are you
vexed with me ? "
"Vexed ? No, indeed ! " she said, gently, and
looking up with a smile.
" And your sister said n Tom paused, for
he did not know whether Charity's whisper about
her not having been "very strong " might not be
a confidence.
" What does Charity say ? n asked Agnes,
almost sharply, while a little flush appeared in
her cheeks.
" Well, she said she did not think you were so
strong as usual. That was all."
"That was all — no great consequence," said
she, with a little smile upon the grass and sea-
pinks — a smile that was bitter.
" You can't think I meant that, little Agnes, I
of all people ; but I never was good at talking.
And you know I did not mean that."
"People often say — / do, I know — what they
mean without intending it," she answered, care-
OLD FRIENDS ON THE GREEN. 213
lessly. '• I know you would not make a rude
speech — I'm sure of that; and as to what we
say accidentally, can it signify very much? Mr.
Yerney said lie was coming back after the
speeches, and Lord Yerney, he said, didn't he ?
I wonder you don't look in at the town- hall.
You could make us laugh by telling all about it,
by-and-by — that is, if we happen to see you
again."
"Of course you should see me again."'
"I meant this evening; to-morrow, perhaps,
we should," said she.
" If I went there ; but I'm not going. I think
that old fellow, Lord Yerney, Cleve's uncle, is an
impertinent old muff. Every one knows he's a
muff, though he is Cleve's uncle; he gave me just
one finger to-day, and looked at me as if I ought
to be anywhere but where I was. I have as
good a right as he to be in Cardyllian, and I
venture to say the people like me a great deal
better than they like him, or ever will."
"And so you punish him by refusing your
countenance to this — what shall I call it ? —
gala."
" Oh ! of course you take the Yerneys' part
against me; they are swells, and I am a no-
body."
He thought Miss Agnes coloured a little at
214 THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
this remark. The blood grows sensitive and
capricious when people are ailing, and a hint is
enough to send it to and fro; but she said
only, —
" I never heard of the feud before. I thought
that you and Mr. Verney were very good
friends."
" So we were ; so we are — Cleve and I. Of
course, I was speaking of the old lord. Cleve,
of course, no one ever hears anything but praises
of Cleve. I suppose I ought to beg your pardon
for having talked as I did of old Lord Verney;
it's petty treason, isn't it, to talk lightly of a
Verney, in Cardvllian or its neighbourhood?"
said Sedley, a little sourly.
" I don't know that ; but I dare say, if you
mean to ask leave to fish or shoot, it might be as
well not to attack them."
" Well, I shan't in your hearing."
And with this speech came a silence.
" I don't think, somehow, that Cleve is as frank
with me as he used to be. Can you imagine any
reason? " said Tom, after an interval.
"I? No, upon my word — unless you are as
frank to him about his uncle, as you have been
with me."
" Well, I'm not. I never spoke to him about
his uncle. But Shrapnell, who tells me all the
OLD FRIENDS OH THE GREEN. 215
aews of Cardyllian while I'm away" — thU waa
pointedly spoken — " said, I thought, that he had
not been down here ever since the Malory people
left, and I find that he was here for a week
— at least at Ware — last autumn, for a fort-
night ; and he never told me, though he knew,
for I said so to him, that I thought that he
had stayed away ; and I think that was very
odd."
" He may have thought that he was not bound
to account to you for his time and movements,"
said Miss Agnes.
"Well, he was here; Mrs. Jones was good
enough to tell me so, though other people
make a secret of it. You saw him here, I dare
say.'"
" Yes, he was here, for a few days. I think in
October, or the end of September."
" Oh ! thank you. But, as I said, I had heard
that already from Mrs. Jones, who is a most in-
convenient gossip upon nearly all subjects."
"I rather like Mrs. Jones; you mean the
'draper,' as we call her? and if Mr. Yernev is
not as communicative as you would have him,
I really can't help it. I can only assure you,
for your comfort, that the mysterious tenants
of Malory had disappeared long before that
visit."
216 THE TENANTS OF MALOEY.
(% I know perfectly well when they went away/'
said Sedley, drily.
IMiss Agues nodded with a scarcely perceptible
smile.
"And I know — that is, I found out afterwards
— that he admired her, I mean the young lady —
Margaret, they called her — awfully. He never-
let me know it himself, though. I hate fellows
being so close aud dark about everything, and
I've fouud out other things; and, in short, it
people don't like to tell me their— secrets I won't
call them, for everyone in Cardyllian knows all
about them — I'm hanged if I ask them. All I
know is, that Cleve is going to live a good deal
at Ware, which means at Cardyllian, which will
be a charming thing, a positive blessing, — won't
it ? — for the inhabitants and neighbours ; and that
I shall trouble them very little henceforward with
my presence. There's Charity beckoning to me;
would you mind my going to see what she
wants?"
So, dismissed, away he ran like a " fielder "
after a " by," as he had often run over the same
ground before.
" Thomas Sedley, I want you to tell Lyster, the
apothecary, to send a small bottle of sal volatile
to Miss Christian immediately. I'd go myself —
it's onlv round the corner— but I'm afraid of the
OLD FRIENDS ON THE G v 217
crowd. If he can give it to you now, perhaps
you'd bring it, and I'll wait here."
"When he brought back the phial, and ZNIi -s
Charity had given it with a message at Miss
Christian's treiliced door, she took Tom's arm,
and said, —
" She has not been looking well."
"You mean Agnes?" conjectured he.
"Yes, of course. She's not herself. She does
not tell me, but I know the cause, and, as an old
friend of ours, and a friend, beside, of Mr. Cleve
Verney, I must tell you that I think he is using
her disgracefully."
"Really?"
" Yes, most flagitiously ."
" How do you mean ? Shrapnell wrote me
word that he was very attentive, and used to
join her in her walks; and afterwards he said
that he had been mistaken, and discovered that
he was awfully in love with the young lady at
Malory."
" Don't believe a word of it. I wonder at
Captain Shrapnell circulating such insanity. He
must know how it really was, and is. I look upon
it as perfectly wicked, the way that Captain Shrap-
nell talks. You're not to mention it, of course }
to anyone. It would be scandalous of you,
Thomas Sedlev, to think of breathing a word
218 THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
to mortal — mind (hat; but I'm certain you
wouldn't.1'
" What a beast Cleve Verney has turned out ! "
exclaimed Tom Sedley. " Do you think she still
cares for him?"
" Why, of course she does. If he had been
paying his addresses to me, and that / had grown
by his perseverance and devotion to like him, do
you think, Thomas Sedley, that although I might
give him up in consequence of his misconduct,
that I could ever cease to feel the same kind of
feeling about him V And as she put this incon-
gruous case, she held Tom Sedley's arm firmly,
showing her bony wrist above her glove; and
with her gaunt brown face and saucer eyes turned
full upon him, rather fiercely, Tom felt an inward
convulsion at the picture of Cleve's adorations at
this shrine, and the melting of the nymph, which
by a miracle he repressed.
" But you may have more constancy than
Agnes," he suggested.
"Don't talk like a/oo/, Thomas Sedley. Every
nice girl is the same"
'• May I talk to Cleve about it?"
" On no account. No nice girl could marry
him now, and an apology would be simply ridi-
culous. I have not spoken to him on the subject,
and though I had intended cutting him, my
OLD FRIENDS ON THE GREEN. 219
friend Mrs. Splayfoot was so clear that I should
meet him just as usual, that I do control the
expression of my feelings, and endeavour to talk
to him indifferently, though I should like un-
commonly to tell him how odious I shall always
think him.""
" Yes, I remember," said Tom, who had been
pondering. " Cleve did tell me, that time — it's
more than a vear ago now — it was a year in
autumn — that he admired Agnes, and used to
walk with you on the green every day j he did
certainly. I must do him that justice. But
suppose Agnes did not show that she liked him,
he might not have seen any harm/'
"That's the way you men always take one
another's parts. I must say, 1 think it is odious ! "
exclaimed Charity, with a flush in her thin cheeks,
and a terrible emphasis.
" But, I say, did she let him see that she liked
him ? u
"No, of course she didn't. No nice girl would.
But of course he saw it," argued Charity.
" Oh, then she showed it t"
"No, she did not show it; there was nothiny in
anything she said or did, that could lead anyone,
by look, or wrord, or act, to imagine that she liked
him. How can you be so perverse and ridiculous,
Thomas Sedley, to think she'd show her liking ?
THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
A\ hy, even / don't know it. I never saw it.
She's a great deal too nice. You don't know
Agnes. I should not venture to hint at it myself.
Gracious goodness ! What a fool you are, Thomas
Sedley! Hush.
The concluding caution was administered in
consequence of their having got \ery near the
seat where Agnes was sitting.
" Miss Christian is only nervous, poor old
thing ! and Thomas Sedley has been getting sal
volatile for her, and she'll be quite well in a day
or two. Hadn't we better walk a little up and
down; it's growing too cold for you to sit any
longer, Agnes, dear. Come."
And up got obedient Agnes, and the party of
three walked up and down the green, conversing
upon all sorts of subjects but the one so ably
handled by Charity and Tom Sedley in their two
or three minutes' private talk.
And now the noble lord and his party, and the
mayor, and the corporation, and Mr. Larkin, and
Captain Shrapnell, and many other celebrities,
were seen slowly emerging from the lane that
passes the George Inn, upon the green ; and the
peer having said a word or two to the mayor, and
also to Lady Wimbledon, and bowed and pointed
toward the jetty, the main body proceeded slowly
toward that point, while Lord Yerncv, accompanied
(>LD FRIENDS ON THE I 221
by Clevc, walked grandly towards the young ladies
who were to be presented.
Tom Sedley, observing this movement, took
his leave hastily, and, in rather a marked way,
walked off at right angles with Lord Verney's
line of march, twirling his cane.
CHAPTER XIX.
VANE ETHERAGE GREETS LORD VERNEY.
So the great Lord Verney, with the flush of
his brilliant successes in the town-hall still upon
his thin cheeks, and a countenance dry and so-
lemn, to which smiling came not easily, made the
acquaintance of the Miss Etherages, and observed
that the younger was " sweetly pretty, about it,
and her elder sister appeared to him a particularly
sensible young woman, and was, he understood,
very useful in the charities, and things." And
he repeated to them in his formal way, his hope
of seeing them at Ware, and was as gracious as
such a man can be, and instead of attorneys and
writs sent grouse and grapes to Hazelden.
And thus this narrow man, who did not easily
forgive, expanded and forgave, and the secret of
the subsidence of the quarrel, and of the Christian
solution of the " difficulty," was simply Mr. Vane
Etherage's. hundred and thirty votes in the county.
What a blessing to these counties is repre-
VANE ETHERAGE GREETS LORD VEBNEY. 2'-23
tentative government, with its attendant insti-
tution of the canvass ! It is the one galvanism
■which no material can resist. It melts every
heart, and makes the coldest, hardest, and
heaviest metals burst into beautiful flame.
Granted that at starting, the geniality, repen-
tance, kindness, are so many arrant hypocrisies;
yet who can tell whether these repentances, in
white sheets, taper in hand, these offerings of
birds and fruits, these smiles and compliments,
and " Christian courtesies," may not end in im-
proving the man who is compelled to act like a
good fellow and accept his kindly canons, and
improve him also with whom these better rela-
tions are established ? As muscle is added to the
limb, so strength is added to the particular moral
quality we exercise, and kindness is elicited, and
men perhaps end by having some of the attributes
which they began by affecting. At all events,
any recognition of the kindly and peaceable social
philosophy of Christianity is, so far as it goes, good.
" What a sensible, nice, hospitable old man
Lord Verney is; I think him the most sensible
and the nicest man I ever met," said Miss Charity,
in an enthusiasm which was quite genuine, for
she was, honestly, no respecter of persons. "And
young Mr. Verney certainly looked very hand-
some, but I don't like him."
22 I THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
"Don't like hi in ! Why?" said Agnes, look-
ing up.
" Because I think him perfectly odious," re-
plied Miss Charity.
Agnes was inured to Miss Charity's adjectives,
and even the fierce flush that accompanied some
of them failed to alarm her.
" Well, I rather like him," she said, quietly.
" You cant like him, Agnes. It is not a matter
of opinion at all; it's just simply a matter of fact
— and you know that he is a most worldly, selfish,
cruel, and I think, wicked young man, and you
need not talk about him, for he's odious. And
here comes Thomas Sedley again."
Agnes smiled a faint and bitter smile.
" And what do you think of him?" she asked.
"Thomas Sedley? Of course I like him; we
all like him. Don't you? " answered Charity.
" Yes, pretty well — very well. I suppose he has
faults, like other people. He's good-humoured,
selfish, of course — I fancy they all are. And
papa likes him, I think; but really, Charrie, if
vou want to know, I don't care if I never saw
him again."
" Hush ! "
" Well! You've got rid of the Yerneys, and
here I am again," said Tom, approaching. " They
are going up to Hazclden to see your father."
VAXE ETHERAGE GREETS LORD VERNEY. 225
And so they were — np that pretty walk that
passes the mills and ascends steeply by the pre-
cipitous side of the wooded glen, so steep, that in
two places you have to mount by rude flights of
steps — a most sequestered glen, and utterly silent,
except for the sound of the mill-stream tinkling
and crooning through the rocks below, unseen
through the dense boughs and stems of the wood
beneath.
If Lord Verney in his conciliatory condescen-
sion was grand, so was Vane Etherage on the
occasion of receiving and forgiving him at Hazel-
den. He had considered and constructed a little
speech, with some pomp of language, florid and
magnanimous. He had sat in his bath-chair for
half an hour at the little iron gate of the flower-
garden of Hazelden, no inmate of which had ever
seen him look, for a continuance, so sublimely
important, and indeed solemn, as he had done all
that morning.
Vane Etherage had made his arrangements to
receive Lord Verney with a dignified deference.
He was to be wheeled down the incline about two
hundred yards, to " the bower/' to meet the peer
at that point, and two lusty fellows were to push
hi in up by Lord Verney' s side to the house, where
wine and other comforts awaited him.
John Evans had been placed at the mill to
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22G THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
signal to the people above at Hazelden, by a
musket-shot, the arrival of Lord Verney at that
stage of his progress. The flagstaff and rigging
on the green platform at Hazelden were fluttering
all over with all the flags that ever were invented,
in honour of the gala.
Lord Verney ascended, leaning upon the arm
of his nephew, with Mr. Larkin and the mayor
for supporters, Captain Shrapnell, Doctor Lyster,
aud two or three other distinguished inhabitants
of Cardyllian bringing up the rear.
Lord Verney carried his head high, and grew
reserved and rather silent as they got on, and as
they passed under the solemn shadow of the great
trees by the mill, an overloaded musket went off
with a sound like a cannon, as Lord Verney after-
wards protested, close to the unsuspecting party,
and a loud and long whoop from John Evans
completed the concerted signal.
The Viscount actually jumped, and Cleve felt
the shock of his arm against his side.
" D you, John Evans, what the devil are
you doing ? " exclaimed Captain Shrapnell, who,
turning from white to crimson, was the first of
the party to recover his voice.
" Yes, sir, thank you — very good," said Evans,
touching his hat, and smiling incessantly with
the incoherent volubility of \Velsh politeness.
VANE ETHERAGE GREETS LORD VERNE Y. 227
" A little bit of a squib, sir, if you please, for
Captain Squire Etherage — very well, I thank you
— to let him know Lord Yerney — very much
obliged, sir — was at the mill — how do you do,
sir? — and going up to Hazelden, if you please,
sir/'
And the speech subsided in a little, gratified
laugh of delighted politeness.
" You'd better not do that again, though," said
the Captain, with a menacing wag of his head,
and availing himself promptly of the opportunity
of improving his relations with Lord Yerney, he
placed hiinself by his side, and assured him that
though he was an old campaigner, and had smelt
powder in all parts of the world, he had never
heard such a report from a musket in all his
travels and adventures before; and hoped Lord
Yerney's hearing was not the worse of it. He
had known a general officer deafened by a shot,
and, by Jove ! his own ears at ere singing with it
still, accustomed as he was, by Jupiter ! to such
things.
His lordship, doing his best on the festive occa-
sion, smiled uncomfortably, and said, —
"Yes — thanks — ha, ha! I really thought it
was a cannon, or the gas-works — about it."
And Shrapnell called back and said, —
" Don't you be coming on with that thing,
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228 THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
John Evans — do you mind? — Lord Verney's had
quite enough of that. You'll excuse me, Lord
Verney, I thought you'd wish so much said,"
and Lord Verney bowed graciously.
The answering shot and cheer which were
heard from above announced to John Evans that
the explosion had been heard at Hazelden, and
still smiling and touching his heart, he continued
his voluble civilities — " Very good, sir, very much
obliged, sir, very well, I thank you ; I hope you
are very well, sir, very good indeed, sir," and so
forth, till they were out of hearing.
The shot, indeed, was distinctly heard at the
gay flag-staff up at Hazelden, and the Admiral
got under weigh, and proceeded down the incline
charmingly till they had nearly reached the little
platform at the bower, where, like Christian in
his progress, he was to make a halt.
But his plans at this point were disturbed.
Hardly twenty yards before they reached it, one
of his men let go, the drag upon the other sud-
denly increased, and resulted in a pull, which
caused him to trip, and tripping as men while in
motion downhill will, he butted forward, charging
headlong, and finally tumbling on his face, he
gave to the rotatory throne of Air. Etherage such
an impulse as carried him quite past the arbour,
and launched him upon the steep descent of the
VAXE ETHERAGE GREETS LORD VERNEY. 229
gravel-walk with a speed every moment accele-
rated.
" Stop her ! — ease her ! — d you, Williams ! "
roared the Admiral, little knowing how idle were
his orders. The bath-chair had taken head, the
pace became furious ; the running footmen gave
up pursuit in despair, and Mr. Vane Etherage
was obliged to concentrate his severest attention,
as he never did before, on the task of guiding his
flying vehicle, a feat which was happily favoured
by the fact that the declivity presented no short
turns.
The sounds were heard below — a strange
ring of wheels, and a powerful voice bawling,
" Ease her ! stop her ! " and some stronger ex-
pressions.
" Can't be a carriage, about it, here ? " ex-
claimed Lord Yerney, halting abruptly, and only
restrained from skipping upon the side bank by a
sense of dignity.
" Never mind, Lord Verney ! don't mind — I'll
take care of you — I'm your vanguard," exclaimed
Captain Shrapnell, with a dare-devil gaiety, in-
spired by the certainty that it could not be a
carriage, and the conviction that the adventure
would prove nothing more than some children
and nursery maids playing with a perambulator.
His feelings underwent a revulsion, however,
230 THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
when old Vane Etherage, enveloped in cloak,
and shawls, his hat gone, and his long grizzled
hair streaming backward, with a wild counte-
nance, and both hands working the directing
handle, came swooping into sight, roaring, mania-
cally, " Ease her ! back her ! M and yawing fright-
fully in his descent upon them.
Captain Shrapnell, they say, turned pale at the
spectacle; but he felt he must now go through
with it, or for ever sacrifice that castle-in-the-air,
of which the events of the day had suggested the
ground-plan and elevation.
" Good heaven ! he'll be killed, about it ! n
exclaimed Lord Verney, peeping from behind a
tree, with unusual energy ; but whether he meant
Shrapnell, or Etherage, or both, I don't know,
and nobody in that moment of sincerity minded
much what he meant. I dare say a front-rank
man in a square at Waterloo did not feel before
the gallop of the Cuirassiers as the gallant Captain
did before the charge of the large invalid who was
descending upon him. All he meditated was a
decent show of resistance, and as he had a stout
walking-stick in his hand, something might be
done without risking his bones. So, as the old
gentleman thundered downward, roaring, f< Keep
her off — keep her clear," Shrapnell, roaring "Pm
your man ! M nervously popped the end of his stick
VANE ETHERAGE GREETS LOUD VEBNEY. 231
under the front wheel of the vehicle, himself
skipping to one side, unhappily the wrong one,
for the chair at this check spun round, and the
next spectacle was Mr. Vane Etherage and
Captain Shrapnell, enveloped in cloaks and
mufflers, and rolling over and over in one an-
other's arms, like athletes in mortal combat, the
Captain's fist being visible, as they rolled round,
at Air. Vane Etherage's back, with his walking-
stick still clutched in it.
The chair was lying on its side, the gentlemen
were separated, and Captain Shrapnell jumped to
his feet.
" Well, Lord Verney, I believe I did some-
thing there ! " said the gallant Captain, with the
air of a man who has done his duty, and
knows it.
" Done something ! you've broke my neck, you
lubber ! " panted Mr. Vane Etherage, who, his
legs not being available, had been placed sitting
with some cloaks about him, on the bank.
Shrapnell grinned and winked expressively,
and confidentially whispered, "Jolly old fellow
he is — no one minds the Admiral ; we let him
talk."
u Lord Verney," said his lordship, introducing
himself with a look and air of polite concern.
" No, my name's Etherage," said the invalid,
232 THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
mistaking — he fancied that Jos. Larkin, who was
expounding his views of the accident grandly to
Cleve Verney in the background, could not be
less than a peer — " I live up there, at Hazelden —
devilish near being killed here, by that lubber
there. Why I was running at the rate of five-
and-twenty knots an hour, if I was making one ;
and I remember it right well, sir, there's a check
down there, just before you come to the mill-stile,
and the wall there ; and I'd have run my bows
right into it, and not a bit the worse, sir, if that
d fellow had just kept out of the — the —
king's course, you know ; and egad ! I don't
know now how it is — I suppose I'm smashed,
sir."
" I hope not, sir. I am Lord Verney — about
it ; and it would pain me extremely to learn that
any serious injuries, or — or — things — had been
sustained, about it."
" I'll tell that in a moment," said Doctor Lys-
ter, who was of the party, briskly.
So after a variety of twists and wrenches and
pokes, Vane Etherage was pronounced sound and
safe.
" I don't know how the devil I escaped ! "
exclaimed the invalid.
"By tumbling on me — \ery simply," replied
Captain Shrapnell with a spirited laugh.
VANE ETHEBAGE GREETS LORD YERXEY. 233
H You may set your mind at rest, Shrapnell,"
said the Doctor, walking up to him, with a con-
gratulatory air. "He's all right, this time; but
you had better mind giving the old fellow any
more rolls of that sort — the pitcher to the well,
you know — and the next time might smash
him."
" I*m more concerned about smashing myself,
thank you. The next time he may roll to the
devil — and through whoever he pleases for me —
knocked down with that blackguard old chair, and
that great hulking fellow on top of me — all for
trying to be of use, egad ! when everyone of you
funked it — and not a soul asks about my bones,
egad ! or my neck either."
" Oh ! come, Shrapnell, you're not setting up
for an old dog yet. There's a difference between
you and Etherage," said the Doctor.
<fI hope so," answered the Captain, sarcastic-
ally, " but civility is civility all the world over;
and I can tell you, another fellow would make
fuss enough about the pain I'm suffering/'
It was found, further, that one wheel of the
bath-chair was disorganised, and the smith must
come from the town to get it to rights, and that
Vane Etherage, who could as soon have walked
up a rainbow as up the acclivity to Hazeldcn,
must bivouac for a while where he sat.
234 THE TENANTS OP MALORY.
So there the visit was paid, and the exciting
gala of that day closed, and the Viscount and hi3
party marched down, with many friends attend-
ant, to the jetty, and embarked in the yacht for
Ware.
CHAPTER XX.
REBECCA MERVYN READS HER LETTER.
The evenings being short, the shops alight, and
the good people of Cardyllian in their houses,
Tom Sedley found the hour before dinner hang
heavily on his hands. So he walked slowly up
Castle Street, and saw Mr. Robson, the worthy
post-master, standing, with his hands in his
pockets, at the open door.
" No letter for me, I dare say ? " asked Sedley.
" Xo, sir — nothing."
" I don't know how to kill the time. I wish my
dinner was ready. You dined, like a wise man, at
one o'clock, I dare say?"
" AVe do — we dine early here, sir."
"I know it; a capital plan. I do it myself,
whenever I make any stay here."
" And you can eat a bit o' something hearty at
tea then."
" To be sure j that's the good of it. I don't
know what to do with myself. I'll take a walk
236 THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
round by Malory. Can I leave the Malory letters
for you ? "
" You're only joking, sir."
" I was not, upon my honour. I'd be glad to
bolt your shutters, or to twig your steps — any-
thing to do. I literally don't know what to do
with myself."
" There's no family at Malory, you know, now,
sir."
" Oh ! I did not know. I knew the other
family had gone. No letters to be delivered
then ? »
" Well, sir, there is — but you're only joking."
" What is it ? "
" A letter to Mrs. Rebecca Mervyn — but I
would not think of troubling a gentleman with
it."
" Old Rebecca? why I made her acquaintance
among the shingles and cockles on the sea-shore
last year — a charming old sea-nymph, or what-
ever you call it."
" We all have a great respect for Mrs. Mervyn,
down here, in Cardyllian. The family has a great
opinion of her, and they think a great deal of her,
like us," said Mr. Robson, who did not care to
hear any mysterious names applied to her without
a protest.
"Well — so I say — so have 1. I'll give her the
REBECCA MERVYN READS HER LETTER. 237
letter, and take a receipt/' said Sedley, extending
his hand.
" There really is a receipt, sir, wanting," said
the official, amused. " It came this morning —
and if you'll come in — if it isn't too much trouble
— I'll show it to you, please, sir."
In he stepped to the post-office, where Mr.
Robson showed him a letter which he had that
afternoon received. It said, —
"Sir, — I enclose five shillings, represented by
postage-stamps, which will enable you to pay a
messenger on whom you can depend, to deliver a
letter which I place along with this in the post-
office, into the hand of Mrs. Mervyn, Steward's
House, Malory, Cardyllian, to whom it is ad-
dressed, and which is marked with the letter D at
the left-hand corner.
" I am, sir,
" Your obt. servant,
" J. DlNGWELL."
" The letter is come," said Mr. Robson, taking
it out of a pigeon-hole in a drawer, and
thumbing it, and smiling on it with a gentle
curiosity.
" Yes — that's it," said Tom Sedley, also reading
the address. " ' Mrs. Mervyn ' — what a queer
238 THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
old ghost of a lady she is — ( Malory/ that's the
ground — and the letter D in the corner. Well,
I'm quite serious. I'll take the letter with plea-
sure, and see the old woman, and put it into her
hand. I'm not joking, and I shall be back again
in an hour, I dare say, and I'll tell you what she
says, and how she looks — that is, assuming it is a
love-letter."
" Well, sir, as you wish it j and it's very kind of
you, and the old lady must sign a receipt, for the
letter's registered — but it's too much trouble for
you, sir, isn't it really ? "
"Nonsense; give me the letter. If you won't,
I can't help it."
" And this receipt should be signed."
" And the receipt also."
So away went our friend, duly furnished, and
marched over the hill we know so well, that over-
hangs the sea, and down by the narrow old road
to Malory, thinking of many things.
The phantom of the beautiful lady of Malory
was very much faded now. Even as he looked
down on the old house and woodlands, the
romance came not again. It was just a remem-
bered folly, like others, and excited or pained him
little more. But a new trouble vexed him. How
many of our blessings do we take for granted,
enjoy thanklessly, like our sight, our hearing, our
REBECCA MERVYN READS HER LETTER. 239
health, and only appreciate when they are either
Withdrawn or in danger !
Captain Shrapnell had written among his
gossip some jocular tattle about Cleve's devotion
to Miss Agnes Etherage, which had moved him
oddly and uncomfortably; but the next letter
disclosed the mystery of Cleve's clandestine visits
to Malory, and turned his thoughts into a new
channel.
But here was all revived, and worse. Charity,
watching with a woman's eyes, and her opportu-
nities, had made to him a confidence about which
there could be no mistake ; and then Agnes was
so changed — not a bit glad to see him ! And did
not she look pretty ? Was there not a slight
look of pride — a reserve — that was new — a little
sadness — along with the heightened beauty of her
face and figure ? How on earth had he been so
stupid as not to perceive how beautiful she was
all this time ? Cleve had more sense. By Jove !
she was the prettiest girl in England, and that
selfish fellow had laid himself out to make her
fond of him, and, having succeeded, jilted her !
And now she would not care for any one but him.
There was a time, he thought, when he, Tom
Sedley, might have made her like him. What a
fool he was ! And that was past — unimproved —
irrevocable — and now she never could. Girls may
240 THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
affect those second likings, he thought, but they
never really care after the first. It is pride, or pique,
or friendship, or convenience — anything but love.
Love ! And what had he to do with love ?
Who would marry him on four hundred a year,
and no expectations? And now he was going to
teaze himself because he had not stepped in
before Cleve Verney and secured the affections
of little Agnes. What a fool he was ! What busi-
ness had he dreaming such dreams ? He had got
on very well without falling in love with Agnes.
Why should he begin now? If he found that
folly gaining upon him, he would leave Cardyllian
without staying his accustomed week, and never
return till the feeling had died as completely as
last year's roses.
Down the hill he marched in his new romance,
as he had done more than a year ago, over the
same ground, in his old one, when in the moon-
light, on the shingle, he had met the same old
lady of whom he was now in quest.
The old trees of Malory rose up before him,
dark and silent, higher and higher as he ap-
proached. It was a black night — no moon; even
the stars obscured by black lines of cloud as he
pushed open the gate, and entered the deeper
darkness of the curving carriage-road that leads
up through the trees.
REBECCA MERVYN READS HER LETTER. 24-1
It was six o'clock now, and awfully dark.
When he reached the open space before the hall-
door, he looked up at the dim front of the house,
but no light glimmered there. The deep-mouthed
dog in the stable-yard was yelling his challenge,
and he further startled the solitary woods by
repeated double-knocks that boomed through the
empty hall and chambers of the deserted house.
Despairing of an entrance at last, and not
knowing which way to turn, he took the way by
chance which led him to the front of the steward's
house, from the diamond casement of which a
light was shining. The door lay open ; only the
latch was closed, such being the primitive secu-
rity that prevails in that region of poverty and
quietude.
With his stick he knocked a little tattoo, and a
candle was held over the clumsy banister, and the
little servant girl inquired in her clear Welsh
accent what he wanted.
So, preliminaries over, he mounted to that
chamber in which Mr. Levi had been admitted to
a conference among the delft and porcelain,
stags, birds, officers, and huntsmen, who, in gay
tints and old-fashioned style, occupied every
coigne of vantage, and especially that central
dresser, which mounted nearly to the beams of
the ceiling.
242 THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
The room is not large, the recesses are deep,
the timber-work is of clumsy oak, and the deco-
rations of old-world teapots, jugs, and beasts of
the field, and cocked-hatted gentlemen in gor-
geous colouring and gilding, so very gay and
splendid, reflecting the candle-light and the
wavering glare of the fire from a thousand curves
and angles ; the old shining furniture, and
carved oak clock j the room itself, and all its
properties so perfectly neat and tidy, not one
grain of dust or single cobweb to be seen in any
nook or crevice, that Tom Sedley was delighted
with the scene.
What a delightful retreat, he thought, from
the comfortless affectations of the world. Here
was the ideal of snugness, and of brightness, and
warmth. It amounted to a kind of beauty that
absolutely fascinated him. He looked kindly on
the old lady, who had laid down her knitting,
and looked at him through a pair of round spec-
tacles, and thought that he would like to adopt
her for his housekeeper, and live a solitary life of
lonely rabbit-shooting in Penruthyn Park, trout-
fishing in the stream, and cruising in an imagi-
nary yacht on the estuary and the contiguous
seaboard.
This little plan, or rather vision, pictured itself
to Tom Sedley's morbid and morose imagination
REBECCA MERVYN READS HER LETTER. 243
as the most endurable form of life to which he
could now aspire.
The old lady, meanwhile, was looking at him
with an expression of wonder and anxiety, and he
said —
"I hope, Airs. Mervyn, I have not disturbed
you much. It is not quite so late as it looks, and
as the post-master, Mr. Robson, could not find a
messenger, and I was going this way, I under-
took to call and give you the letter, having once
had the pleasure of making your acquaintance,
although you do not, I'm afraid, recollect me."
" I knew it, the moment his face entered the
room. It was the same face," she repeated, as if
she had seen a picture, not a face.
"Just under the walls of Malory; you were
anxious to learn whether a sail was in sight,
in the direction of Pendillion," said he, sug-
gesting.
u Xo, there was none ; it was not there.
People — other people — would have tired of watch-
ing long ago ; my old eyes never dazzled, sir.
And he came, so like. He came — I thought it —
was a spirit from the sea ; and here he is. There's
something in your voice, sir, and your face. It is
wonderful; but not a Verney — no, you told me
so. They are cruel men — one way or other they
were all cruel, but some more than others — my
r. 2
2 [ I THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
God ! much more. There's something in the
eyes — the setting, the light — it can't be mis-
taken ; something in the curve of the chin, very
pretty — hut you're no Verney, you told me — and
see how he comes here a second time, smiling —
and yet when he goes, it is like waking from a
dream where they were, as they all used to look,
long ago; and there's a pain at my heart, for
weeks after. It never can he again, sir; I'm
growing old. If it ever comes, it will find me so
changed — or dead, I sometimes begin to think, and
try to make up my mind. There's a good world,
you know, where we'll all meet and be happy, no
more parting or dying, sir. Yet I'd like to see
him even once, here, just as he was, a beautiful
mortal. God is so good; and while there's life
there is hope."
"Certainly, hope, there's always hope; every-
one has something to vex them, /have, I know,
Mrs. Mervyn ; and I was just thinking what a
charming drawing-room this is, and how de-
lightful it must be, the quiet and comfort, and
glow of such a room. There is no drawing-room
on earth I should like so well," said good-natured
Tom Sedley, whose sympathies were easy, and
who liked saying a pleasant thing when he could ;
" And this is the letter, and here is a printed
receipt, which, when you have been so kind as to
REBECCA MERVYN READS HER LETTER. 24:5
sign it, I've promised to give my friend, Mr.
Robson of the post-office."
" Thank you, sir ; this is registered, they call
it. I had one a long time ago, with the same
kind of green ribbon round it. Won't you sit
down while I sign this ?"
"Many thanks/' said Sedley, sitting down
gravely at the table, and looking so thoughtful,
and somehow so much at home, that you might
have fancied his dream of living in the Steward's
House had long been accomplished.
" I'd rather not get a letter, sir ; I don't know
the handwriting of this address, and a letter can
but bring me sorrow. There is but one welcome
chance which could befall me, and that may come
yet, just a hope, sir. Sometimes it brightens up,
but it has been low all to-day."
" Sorry you have been out of spirits, Mrs.
Mervyn, I know what it is ; I've been so myself,
and I am so, rather, just now," said Tom, who
was, in this homely seclusion, tending towards
confidence.
"There are now but two handwritings that I
should know ; one is his, the other Lady
Verney's ; all the rest are dead ; and this is
neither."
u Well, Mrs. Mervyn, if it does not come from
either of the persons you care for, it yet may
246 THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
tell you news of them," remarked Tom Sedley,
sagely.
" Hardly, sir. I hear every three months from
Lady Verney. I heard on Tuesday last. Thank
God, she's well. No, it's nothing concerning
her, and I think it may be something bad. I am
afraid of this letter, sir — tell me I need not be
afraid of it."
" I know the feeling, Mrs. Mervyn ; Fve had
it myself, when duns were troublesome. But
you have nothing of the kind in this happy
retreat; which I really do envy you from my
heart."
" Envy ! Ah, sir — happy retreat ! Little you
know, sir. I have been for weeks and months
at a time half wild with anguish, dreaming of the
sea. How can he know?"
" Very true, I can't know ; I only speak of it
as it strikes me at the moment. I fancy I
should so like to live here, like a hermit, quite
out of the persecutions of luck and the nonsense
of the world."
" You are wonderfully like at times, sir — it is
beautiful, it is frightful — when I moved the candle
then "
"I'll sit any way you like best, Mrs. Mervyn,
with pleasure, and you can move the candle, and
try ; if it amuses — no, I mean interests you."
REBECCA MERVYX READS HEB LETTER 247
If some of his town friends could have peeped
in through a keyhole, and seen Tom Sedley and
old Rebecca Mervyn seated at opposite sides of
the table, in this very queer old room, so like
Darby and Joan, it would have made matter for
a comical story.
u Like a flash it comes ! "
Tom Sedley looked at the wild, large eyes that
were watching him — the round spectacles now
removed — across the table, and could not help
smiling.
" Yes, the smile — it is the smile ! You told
me, sir, your name was Sedley, not Verney."
" My name is Thomas Sedley. My father was
Captain Sedley, and served through a part of the
Peninsular campaign. He was not twenty at the
battle of Yittoria, and he was at \Yaterloo. My
mother died a few months after I was born."
"Was she a Verney ? M
" No ; she was distantly connected, but her
name was Melville," said he.
" Connected. That accounts for it, per-
haps."
" Yery likely."
" And your father — dead ?" she said, sadly.
" Yes ; twenty years ago."
"I know, sir; I remember. They are all
locked up tliere, sir, and shan't come out till old
248 THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
Lady Verney dies. But he was not related to
the Verneys?"
" No, they were friends. He managed two of
the estates after he left the army, and very well,
I'm told/'
"Sedley — Thomas Sedley — I remember the
name. I did not know the name of Sedley —
except on one occasion — I was sent for, but it
came to nothing. I lived so much in the dark
about things," and she sighed.
" I forgot, Mrs. Mervyn, how late it is growing,
and how much too long I have stayed here ad-
miring your pretty room, and I fear interrupting
you," said Tom, suddenly remembering his dinner,
and standing up — "If you kindly give me the
receipt, I'll leave it on my way back."
Mrs. Mervyn had clipped the silken cord, and
was now reading the letter, and he might as well
have addressed his little speech to the china shep-
herdess, with the straw disc and ribbons on her
head, in the bodice and short petticoat of flowered
brocade, leaning against a tree, with a lamb with
its hind leg and tail broken off, looking affection-
ately in her face.
" I can't make it out, sir ; your eyes are young
— perhaps you would read it to me — it is not very
long."
"Certainly, with pleasure"— and Tom Sedley
REBECCA MERVYX READS HER LETTER. 240
sat down, and, spreading the letter on the table,
under the candles, read as follows to the old lady
opposite : —
"Private.
" Madam, — As an old and intimate friend of
your reputed husband, I take leave to inform you
that he placed a sum of money in my hands for
the use of your son and his, if he be still living.
Should he be so, will you be so good as to let me
know where it will reach him. A line to Jos.
Larkin, Esq., at the Verney Arms, Cardyllian,
or a verbal message, if you desire to see him, will
suffice. Mr. Larkin is the solvent and religious
attorney of the present Lord Verney, and you
have my consent to advise with him on the
subject.
" I have the honour to be,
" Madam,
"Your obedient servant,
"J. DlNGWELL."
"P.S. — You are aware, I suppose, madam, that
I am the witness who proved the death of the late
Hon. Arthur Verney, who died of a low fever in
Constantinople, in July twelve months."
"Died/ My God! Died! did you say died ? "
" Yes. I thought you knew. It was proved a
250 THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
year ago nearly. The elder brother of the present
Lord Yerney."
There followed a silence while you might count
ten, and then came a long, wild, and bitter cry.
The little girl started up, with white lips, and
said, " Lord bless us ! " The sparrows in the ivy
about the windows fluttered — even Tom Sedley
was chilled and pierced by that desolate scream.
" I'm very sorry, really, I'm awfully sorry,"
Tom exclaimed, finding himself, he knew not
how, again on his feet, and gazing at the white,
imploring face of the trembling old woman. " I
really did not know — I had not an idea you felt
such an interest in any of the family. If I had
known, I should have been more careful. I'm
shocked at what I've done."
" Oh ! Arthur — oh ! Arthur. He's gone — after
all, after all. If we could have only met for one
minute, just for one look." She was drawing
back the window-curtain, looking towards the
dark Pendillion and the starless sea. " He said
he'd come again — he went — and my heart misgave
me. I said, he'll never come again — my beau-
tiful Arthur — never — never — never. Oh, darling,
darling. If I could even see your grave."
" I'm awfully sorry, ma'am ; I wish I could be
of any use/' said honest Tom Sedley, speaking
very low and kindly, standing beside her, with, I
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think, tears in his eves. "I wish so much,
ma'am, you could employ me any way. I'd be so
glad to be of any use, about your son, or to see
that ^Ir. Larkin. I don't like his face, ma'am,
and would not advise your trusting him too
much."
"Our little child's dead. Oh! Arthur — Arthur!
— a beautiful little thing ; and you, my darling,
— that I watched for, so long — never to come
again — never, never — never — I have no one now."
u Fll come to you and see you in the morning,"
said Tom.
And he walked home in the dark, and stopped
on the summit of the hill, looking down upon the
twinkling lights of the town, and back again
toward solemn Malory, thinking of what he had
seen, and what an odd world it was.
CHAPTER XXT.
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About an hour later, Tom Sedley, in solitude,
meditated thus —
" I wonder whether the Etherages" — (meaning
pretty Miss Agnes) — " would think it a bore if I
went up to see them. It's too late for tea. I'm
afraid they mightn't like it. No one, of course,
like Cleve now. They'd find me very dull, I
dare say. I don't care, I'll walk up, and if I
see the lights in the drawing-room windows, I'll
try."
He did walk up ; he did see the lights in the
drawing-room windows ; and he did try, with the
result of finding himself upon the drawing-room
carpet a minute after, standing at the side of
Agnes, and chatting to Miss Charity.
" How is your father ? " asked Tom, seeing the
study untenanted.
" Not at all well, / think ; he had an accident
to-day. Didn't you hear ? "
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" Accident I No, I didn't/'
" Oh ! yes. Somehow, when Lord Yerney and
the other people were coming up here to-day, he
was going to meet them, and among them they
overturned his bath-chair, and I don't know really
who's to blame. Captain Shrapnell says he saved
his life ; but, however it happened, he was upset
and very much shaken. I see you laughing,
Thomas Sedley ! What on earth can you see in
it to laugh at ? It's so exactly like Agnes — she
laughed! you did, indeed, Agnes, and if I had
not seen it, with my own eyes, I could not have
believed it ! "
" I knew papa was not hurt, and I could not
help laughing, if you put me to death for it,
and they say he drove over Lord Yerney's foot."
" That would not break my heart, said Sedley.
" Did you hear the particulars from Cleve ? "
" No, I did not see Mr. Yerney to speak to,
since the accident," said Miss Charity. " By-
the-by, who was the tall, good-looking girl, in
the seal-skin coat, he was talking to all the way
to the jetty ? I think she was Lady Wimbledon's
daughter."
" So she was j has she rather large blue
eyes ? n
' " Yes."
" Oh ! it must be she ; that's Miss Caroline
254 THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
Oldys. She's such a joke ; she's elder than
Cleve."
"Oh! that's impossible; she's decidedly younger
than Mr. Cleve Yerney, and, I think, extremely
pretty."
" Well, perhaps she is younger, and I do believe
she's pretty j but she's a fool, and she has been
awfully in love with him for I don't know how
many years — every one was laughing at it, two or
three seasons ago; she is such a muff? "
"What do you mean by a muff?" demanded
Charity.
"Well, a goose, then. Lord Yerney's her
guardian or trustee, or something ; and they say,
that he and Lady Wimbledon had agreed to pro-
mote the affair. Just like them. She is such a
scheming old woman ; and Lord Yerney is such
a — I was going to say, such a muff, — but he is
such a spoon. Cleve's wide awake, though, and I
don't think he'll do that for them."
I believe there may have been, at one time,
some little foundation in fact for the theory which
supposed the higher powers favourable to such a
consummation. But time tests the value of such
schemes, and it would seem that Lady Wimbledon
had come to the conclusion that the speculation
was a barren one : for, this night, in her dressing-
gown, with her wig off, and a silken swathing
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about her bald head, she paid a very exciting visit
to her daughter's room, and blew her up in her
own awful way, looking like an angry Turk.
" She wondered how any person with Caroline's
experience could be such an idiot as to let that
young man go on making a fool of her. He had
no other idea but the one of making a fool of her
before the world. She, Lady Wimbledon, would
have no more of any such insensate folly — her
prospects should not be ruined, if she could pre-
vent it, and prevent it she could and would — there
should be an end of that odious nonsense; and if
she chose to make herself the laughing-stock of
the world, she, Lady Wimbledon, would do her
duty and take her down to Slominton, where they
would be quiet enough at all events ; and Cleve
Verney, she ventured to say, with a laugh, would
not follow her."
The young lady was in tears, and blubbered
in her romantic indignation till her eyes and nose
were inflamed, and her mamma requested her to
look in the glass, and see what a figure she had
made of herself, and made her bathe her face for
an hour, before she went to bed.
There was no other young lady at Ware, and
Cleve smiled in his own face, in his looking-glass,
as he dressed for dinner.
" My uncle will lose no time — I did not intend
256 THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
this ; but I see very well what he means, and he'll
be disappointed and grow suspicious, if I draw
back ; and she has really nothing to recommend
her, poor Caroline, and he'll find that out time
enough, and meanwhile I shall get over some
months quietly."
There was no great difficulty in seeing, indeed,
that the noble host distinguished Lady Wimble-
don and her daughter. And Lord Yerney, leaning
on Cleve's arm, asked him lightly what he thought
of Miss Caroline Oldys ; and Cleve, who had the
gift of presence of mind, rather praised the young
lady.
" My uncle would prefer Ethel, when he sees a
hope in that direction, I shan't hear much more
of Caroline, and so on — and we shall be growing
older — and the chapter of accidents — and all
that."
For a day or two Lord Verney was very
encouraging, and quite took an interest in the
young lady, and showed her the house and the
place, and unfolded all the plans which were
about to grow into realities, and got Cleve to pull
her across the lake, and walked round to meet
them, and amused the young man by contriving
that little opportunity. But Lady Wimbledon
revealed something to Lord Verney, that evening,
over their game of ecartc, which affected his views.
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Cleve was talking to the young lady, but he
saw Lord Verney look once or twice, in the midst
of a very serious conversation with Lady \\ im-
bledon, at Caroline Oldys and himself, and now
without smiliug.
It was Lady Wimbledon's deal, but she did not
deal, and her opponent seemed also to have for-
gotten the cards, and their heads inclined one
toward the other as the talk proceeded.
It was about the hour when ladies light their
bedroom candles, and ascend. And Lady \\ im-
bledon and Caroline Oldys had vanished in a few
minutes more, and Cleve thought, " She has told
him something that has given him a new idea."
His uncle was rather silent and dry for the rest of
that evening, but next morning seemed pretty
much as usual, only Lord Verney took an oppor-
tunity of saying to him —
"I have been considering, and I have heard
things, and, with reference to the subject of my
conversation with you, in town, I think you ought
to direct your thoughts to Ethel, about it— you
ought to have money — don't you see ? It's very
important — money — very well to be le fils de ses
centres, and that kind of thing; but a little money
does no harm ; on the contrary, it is very desir-
able. Other people keep that point in view ; I
don't see why we should not. I ask myself this
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question : — How is it that people get on in the
world ? And I answer — in great measure by-
amassing money ; and arguing from that, I think
it desirable you should have some money to begin
with, and I've endeavoured to put it logically,
about it, that you may see the drift of what I
say." And he made an excuse and sent Cleve up
to town next day before him.
I have been led into an episode by Miss
Charity's question about Miss Caroline Oldys ;
and returning to Hazelden, I find Tom Sedley
taking his leave of the young ladies for the night,
and setting out for the Yerney Arms with a cigar
between his lips.
Next morning he walked down to Malory
again, and saw old Rebecca, who seemed, in her
odd way, comforted on seeing him, but spoke
little — almost nothing ; and he charged her to tell
neither Dingwell, of whom he had heard nothing
but evil, nor Jos. Larkin, of whom he had intui-
tively a profound suspicion, — anything about her
own history, or the fate of her child, but to
observe the most cautious reserve in any commu-
nications they might seek to open with her. And
having delivered this injunction in a great variety
of language, he took his leave, and got home very
early to his breakfast, and ran up to London, oddly
enough, in the same carriage with Cleve Yerney.
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Tom Sedley was angry with Cleve, I am afraid
not upon any very high principle. If Cleve had
trifled with the affections of Miss Caroline Oldys,
I fear he would have borne the spectacle of her
woes with considerable patience. But if the truth
must be told, honest Tom Sedley was leaving
Cardyllian in a pet. Anger, grief, jealousy, were
seething in his good-natured heart. Agnes
Etherage — his little Agnes — she had belonged to
him as long as he could remember ; she was gone,
and he never knew how much he had liked her
until he had lost her.
Gone? No; in his wanton cruelty this hand-
some outlaw had slain his deer — had shot his
sweet bird dead, and there she lay in the sylvan
solitude she had so beautified — dead ; and he —
heartless archer — went on his way smiling, having
darkened the world for harmless Tom Sedley.
Could he like him ever again ?
"Well, the world brooks no heroics now ; there
are reserves. Men cultivate a thick skin — nature's
buff-coat — in which, with little pain and small
loss of blood, the modern man-at-arms rides
cheerily through life's battle. When point or
edge happen to go a little through, as I have said,
there are reserves. There is no good in roaring,
grinning, or cursing. The scathless only laugh
at you ; therefore wipe away the blood quietly
260 THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
and seem all you can like the rest. Better not to
let them see even that. Is there not sometimes
more of curiosity than of sympathy in the scru-
tiny ? Don't you even see, at times, just the
suspicion of a smile on your friend's pitying face,
as he prescribes wet brown paper or basilicon, or
a cob-web, according to his skill?
So Tom and Cleve talked a little — an acquain-
tance would have said, just as usual — and ex-
changed newspapers, and even laughed a little
now and then ; but when at Shillingsworth the
last interloper got out, and Tom and Cleve were
left to themselves, the ruling idea asserted itself,
and Sedley looked hurriedly out of the window,
and grew silent for a time, and pretended not to
hear Cleve when he asked him whether he had
seen the report of Lord Verney's visit to Cardyl-
lian, as displayed in the county paper of that day,
which served to amuse him extremely.
"I don't think/' said Tom Sedley, at last,
abruptly, " that nice, pretty little creature, Agnes
Etherage — the nicest little thing, by Jove, I think
I ever saw — I say she is not looking well."
" Is not she really ? " said Cleve, very coolly
cutting open a leaf in his magazine.
" Didn't you observe ? " exclaimed Tom, rather
fiercely.
" Well, no, I can't say I did ; but you know
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them so much better than I," answered Cleve;
" it can't be very much ; I dare say she's well by
this time."
" How can you speak that way, Verney, know-
ing all you do ? "
" Why, what do I know ? " exclaimed Cleve,
looking up in unaffected wonder.
" You know all about it — ivhy she's out of
spirits, why she's looking so delicate, why she's
not like herself," said Tom, impatiently.
" Upon my soul I do not," said Cleve Verney,
with animation.
"That's odd, considering you've half broken
her heart," urged Tom.
" I broken her heart ? " repeated Cleve. " Now,
really, Sedley, do pray think what you're saying. '
u I say 1 think you've broken her heart, and
her sister thinks so too; and it's an awful shame,"
insisted Tom, very grimly.
" I really do think the people want to set me
mad," said Cleve, testily. " If anyone says that
I have ever done anything that could have made
any of that family, who are in their senses, fancy
that I was in love with Miss Agnes Etherage, and
that I wished her to suppose so, it is simply an
untruth. I never did, and I don't intend; and I
can't see, for the life of me, Tom Sedley, what
business it is of yours. But thus much I do say,
262 THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
upon my honour, it is a lie. Miss Charity Ethe-
rage, an old maid, with no more sense than a
snipe, living in that barbarous desert, where if a
man appears at all, during eight months out of
the twelve, he's a prodigy, and if he walks up the
street with a Cardyllian lady, he's pronounced to
be over head and ears in love, and of course medi-
tating marriage — I say she's not the most reliable
critic in the world in an affair of that sort ; and
all I say is, that I've given no grounds for any
such idea, and I mean it, upon my honour;
and I've seldom been so astonished in my life
before."
There was an air of frank and indignant repu-
diation in Cleve's manner and countenance, which
more even than his words convinced Tom Sedley,
who certainly was aware how little the Cardyllian
people knew of the world, and what an eminently
simple maiden in all such matters the homely
Miss Charity was. So Tom extended his hand
and said —
"Well, Cleve, I'm so glad, and I beg your
pardon, and I know you say truth, and pray shake
hands ; but though you are not to blame — I'm
now quite sure you're not — the poor girl is very
unhappy, and her sister very angry.''
" I can't help that. How on earth can / help
it ? I'm very sorry, though I'm not sure that I
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ought to care a farthing about other people's
nonsense, and huffs, and romances. I could tell
you things about myself, lots of things you'd
hardly believe — real dreadful annoyances. I tell
you Tom, I hate the life I'm leading. You only
see the upper surface, and hardly that. "I'm
■worried to death, and only that I owe so much
money, and can't get away, I can tell you — I
don't care two pins whether you believe it or not
— I should have been feeding sheep in Australia
a year ago."
" Better where you are, Cleve."
" How the devil do you know ? Don't be
offended with me, Tom, only make allowances,
and if I sometimes talk a bit like a Bedlamite
don't repeat my ravings j that's alt. Look at that
windmill ; isn't it pretty ? "
CHAPTER XXII.
LADY DORMINSTER'S BALL.
Cleve Yerney was in harness again — attend-
ing the House with remarkable punctuality; for the
eye of the noble peer, his uncle, was upon him.
He had the division lists regularly on his table,
and if Cleve's name was missing from any one
of even moderate importance, his uncle took leave
to ask an explanation. Cleve had also reasons of
his own for working diligently at the drudgery of
public life. His march was not upon solid ground,
but over a quaking bog, every undulation and
waver of which was answered by a qualm at his
heart.
Still it was only some nice management of time
and persons ; it was a mere matter of presence of
mind, of vigilance, of resource, to which he felt —
at least hoped he might be found equal, and all
must end well. Was not his uncle sixty-six his
last birthday? People might natter and say he
looked nothing like it ; but the red book so pro-
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nounced, and there is no gainsaying that sublime
record. After all, his uncle was not an everlast-
ing danger. Time and the hour will end the
longest day; and then must come the title, and
estates, and a quiet heart at last.
When the House did not interfere, Cleve was of
course seen at all the proper places. On the
night of which I am now speaking there was
among others Lady Dorminster's ball, and a
brilliant muster of distinguished persons.
On that crowded floor, in those celebrated
salons, in an atmosphere of light and music, in
which moved so much of what is famous, distin-
guished, splendid, is seen the figure of Cleve
Verney. Everyone knew that slight and graceful
figure, and the oval face, delicate features, and
large, dark, dreamy eyes, that never failed to
impress you with the same ambiguous feeling.
It was Moorish, it was handsome ; but there was
a shadow there — something secret and selfish,
and smilingly, silently insolent.
This session he had come out a little, and made
two speeches of real promise. The minister had
complimented his uncle upon them, and had also
complimented him. The muse was there ; some-
thing original and above routine — genius perhaps
— and that passion for distinction which breaks a
poor man's heart, and floats the rich to greatness.
266 THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
A man of Cleve's years, with his position, with his
promise, with London life and Paris life all learned
by rote, courted and pursued, wary, contemptuous,
sensual, clever, ambitious — is not young. The
whole chaperon world, with its wiles, was an open
book for him. For him, like the man in the Ger-
man legend, the earth under which they mined
and burrowed had grown to his eyes transparent,
and he saw the gnomes at work. For him young
ladies' smiles were not light and magic — only
marsh fires and tricks. To him old and young
came up and simpered or fawned; but they
dimpled, or ogled, or grinned, all in the Palace of
Truth. Truth is power, but not always pretty.
For common men the surface is best ; all beyond
is knowledge — an acquisition of sorrow.
Therefore, notwithstanding his years, the clear
olive oval of his handsome face, the setting — void
of line or colour — of those deep dark eyes, so
enthusiastic, yet so cold, the rich wave of his
dark hair, and the smooth transparency of
temples and forehead, and all the tints and signs
of beautiful youth, Cleve Verney was well
stricken in years of knowledge; and of that sad
gift he would not have surrendered an iota in
exchange for the charms and illusions of inno-
cence, so much for the most part do men prefer
power to happiness.
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"How d'ye do, Miss Oldys?" said this
brilliant young man of actualities and expec-
tations.
" Oh, Mr. Verney, you here ! "
This Miss Caroline Oldys was just nine-and-
tweuty. Old, like him, in the world's dismal
psychology, but with one foolish romance still at
her heart; betrayed into a transient surprise,
smiling in genuine gladness, almost forgetting her-
self, and looking quite country-girlish in the mo-
mentary effusion. It is not safe affecting an
emotion with men like Cleve, especially when it
does not flatter them. He did not care a farthing
whether she was surprised or not, or glad or
sorry. But her very eye and gesture told him
that she had marked him as he stood there, and
had chosen the very seat on which her partner
had placed her of malice aforethought. Fine
acting does it need to succeed with a critic like
Cleve.
" Yes, I here — and where's the wonder ? "
" Why, — who was it ? — some one told me only
half an hour ago, you were somewhere in
France."
" Well, if it was a man he told a story, and if
a lady she made a mistake/' said Cleve, coolly but
tartly, looking steadily at her. "And the truth
is, I wanted a yacht, and I went down to look at
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her, tried her, liked her, and bought her. Doesn't
it sound very like a marriage ? "
Caroline laughed.
" That's your theory — we're all for sale, and
handed over to the best bidder."
"Pretty waltz," said Cleve, waving his slender
hand just the least in the world to the music.
"Pretty thing! "
He did not use much ceremony with this young
lady — his cousin in some remote way — who, under
the able direction of her mother, Lady AVimble-
don, had once pursued him in a barefaced way
for nearly three years ; and who, though as we
have seen, her mother had by this time quite
despaired, yet liked him with all the romance that
remained to her.
"And who are you going to marry, Caroline?
There's Sedley — I see him over there. What do
you say to Sedley ? "
" Xo, thanks — much obliged — but Sedley, you
know, has seen his fate in that mysterious lady in
Wales, or somewhere.
"Oh? has he?" He signed to Sedley to
come to them.
Looking through the chinks and chasms that
now and then opened in the distinguished mob
of which he formed a unit, he occasionally saw
the stiff figure and small features of his pompous
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uncle, Lord Verney, who "was talking affably to
Lady Wimbledon. Lord Verney did not wear
his agreeable simper. He had that starch and
dismal expression, rather, which came with grave
subjects, and he was tapping the fingers of his
right hand upon the back of his left, in time to
the cadence of his periods, which he did when
delivering matter particularly well worth hear-
ing. It plainly did not displease Lady Wirn-
bledon, whatever his discourse might be. " Fm
to be married to Caroline, I suppose. I wish
that old woman was at the bottom of the Red
Sea."
Cleve looked straight in the eyes of the
Honourable Miss Caroline Oldys, and said he,
with a smile, " Lady Wimbledon and my uncle
are deep in some mystery — is it political ? Have
you an idea ? 9i
Caroline Oldys had given up blushing very long
ago indeed ; but there was the confusion, with-
out the tint of a blush in her face, as he said
these words.
"I dare say — mamma's a great politician."
" Oh ! I know that. By Jove, my uncle's
looking this way. I hope he's not coming."
" Would you mind taking me to mamma ? "
" No — pray stay for a moment. Here's
Sedley."
270 THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
And the young man, whom we know pretty
well, with the bold blue eyes and golden mous-
taches, and good frank handsome face, approached
smiling.
"How are you, Sedley?" said Cleve, giving
him two fingers. ,€ Caroline Oldys says you've
had an adventure. Where was it ?"
" The lady in black, you know, in Wales/'
reminded Miss Oldys.
u Oh ! to be sure," said Sedley, laughing.
" A lady in gray, it was. I saw her twice. But
that's more than a year old, and there has been
nothing ever since."
"Do go on."
Sedley laughed.
" It was at Cardyllian, in the church. She
lived at Malory — that dark old place you went to
see with the Verneys, the day you were at Car-
dyllian— don't you remember ? "
" Oh, yes, — what a romantic place ! M
" What an awfully cross old fellow, old enough
to be her father, but with the air of her husband,
guarding her like a dragon, and eyeing every
fellow that came near as if he'd knock him down ;
a lean, white-whiskered, bald old fellow, with
bushy eyebrows, and a fierce face, and eyes jump-
ing out of his head, and lame of one foot, too.
Not a beauty, by any means."
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" Where did you see him 9 " said Cleve.
" I did not see him — but Christmass Owen the
boatman told me."
" Well, and which is your fate — which is to
kill you — the husband or wife ? " inquired Cleve,
looking vaguely among the crowd.
" Oh, the wife, as he calls her, is really quite
beautiful, melancholy and that, you know. I'd
have found out all about them, but they left
before I had time to go back, but Verney was at
Cardyllian, when I was there."
" When was that ? " asked Cleve.
" I mean when these people were at Malory.
Cleve was much more gone about her than I was
— at least so I've heard," answered Sedley.
" That's very ungrateful of you, Sedley. I
never interfered, upon my honour. I saw her
once in church, and accompanied him in his
pursuit at his earnest request, and I never saw
her again. Are you going on to the Halbury's,
Caroline ? "
" Yes ; are you ? "
" No, quite used up. Haven't slept since
Wednesday night."
Here a partner came to claim Miss Caroline.
" I'll go with you," said Sedley.
" Very well," answered Cleve, without looking
back. " Come to my lodgings, Sedley — we'll
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smoke, shall we ? I've got some capital
cigars."
" I don't care. I'm going on also."
''AYhat a delicious night!" exclaimed Tom
Sedley, looking up at the stars. " Suppose we
walk — it isn't far."
" I don't care — let us walk," said Cleve.
So walk they did. It was not far to Cleve's
lodgings, in a street off Piccadilly. The young
men had walked rather silently ; for, as it seemed
to Sedley, his companion was not in a temper to
talk a great deal, or very pleasantly.
" And what about this gray woman ? Did you
ever follow it up ? Did the romance take fire
where it ought ? Is it a mutual flame?" asked
Cleve, like a tired man who feels he must say some-
thing, and does not care what. " I don't think you
mentioned her since the day you showed me that
Beatrice Cenci, over your d d chimney-piece."
" Of course I'd have told you if there had been
anything to tell," said Tom.
" They haven't been at Malory since ? "
" Oh ! no — frightened away — you'll never see
them there again. There's nothing absolutely
in it, and never was, not even an adven-
ture. Nothing but the little that happened
long ago — and you know all about that," con-
tinued Sedley. " She's a wonderfully beautiful
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creature, though; I wish you saw her again,
Cleve. You're such a clever fellow, you'd make
a poem of her, or something — she'd hring you
back to the days of chivalry, and that style of
thing. I'm a sort of fellow, you know, that
feels a lot, and I think, I think some too ; but I
haven't the knack of saying it, or writing it — I'm
not particularly good at anything ; but I went
that morning, you know, into the Refectory — you
know — there are such a lot of stairs, and long
places and doors, it makes a fellow quite foolish —
and there she was — don't you remember? — I wish
I could describe her to you gardening there with
her gloves on."
"Don't try — you've tried so often — there's a
good fellow; but just tell me her name?" said
Cleve, looking straight before him, above the
lamps and the slanting slates and chimneys, into
the deep sky, where brilliantly, spite of London
smoke, shone the clear sad moon.
" Her name ? — I never found out, except Mar-
garet— I don't know ; but I believe they did not
want their name told."
" That did not look well— did it \ " suggested
Cleve.
a Well, no more it generally does ; but it is
not her fault. It was — in fact it was — for I did
find it out, I mav as well tell vou — old Sir
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-74 THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
Booth Fanshawe, you know he's broken — not
worth a guinea — and always running about
from place to place to avoid pursuit, in fact.
It can't signify, you know, now that I think of
it, mentioning him, because, of course, he's gone
somewhere else long ago."
So said romantic little Sedley, and Cleve
sneered.
" I see you can tell a fib on occasion, Tom, like
another man. So you found out the name, and
knew it all the time you were protesting ignorance.
And who told you that ? People here thought
Sir Booth had gone to Italy."
"Well, it was — but you mustn't tell him I told
you. There was a Jew fellow down at Malory,
with a writ and a lot of fellows to nab him ; but
the old fellow was off; and the Jew, thinking
that Wynne Williams knew where he was, came
to his office and offered him a hatfull of money to
tell, and he was going to kick him out ; and that's
the way he found out it was old Sir Booth ; and
he is awfully afraid of getting into a scrape about
it, if the old people heard who the tenant was."
" So he would — the worst scrape he ever was
in, with my wide, at all events. And that d — d
Larkin would get into the management of every-
thing, I suppose. I hope, you have not been
telling everyone ? "
LADY DORMINSTEBS HALL. 275
" Not a soul — not a human being."
" There are some of the Cardyllian people that
hardly come under that term; and, by Jove, if
you breathe it to one of them, it's all over the
town, and my uncle will be sure to hear it ; and
poor Wynne Williams ! — you'll be the ruin of
him, very likely."
"I tell you, except to you, I swear to you, I
haven't mentioned it to a soul on earth,"
exclaimed Tom.
" Well, I do think, as a matter of conscience
and fairness, you ought to hold your tongue,
and keep faith with poor "Wynne," said Cleve,
rudely, " and I think he was a monstrous fool
to tell you. You know I'm interested," con-
tinued Cleve, perceiving that his vehemence
surprised Tom Sedley ; " because I have no
faith in Larkin — I think him a sneak and a
hypocrite, and a rogue — of course that's in con-
fidence, and he's doing all in his power to get a
fast hold of my uncle, and to creep into Wynne
Williams's place, and a thing like this, with a
hard unreasonable fellow like my uncle, would
give him such a lift as you can't imagine."
"But, I'm not going to tell; unless you tell, or
he, I don't know who's to tell it — / won't, I
know."
"And about Sir Booth — of course he's not in
276 THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
England now — but neither is he in Italy," said
Tom.
" It's well he has you to keep his ' log ' for
him," said Cleve.
" He's in France."
" Oh ! "
a Yes, in the north of France, somewhere near
Caen," said Tom Sedley.
" I wonder you let him get so near England.
It seems rather perilous, doesn't it ? "
"So one would think, but there he is. Tom
Blackmore, of the Guards — you know him ? "
" No, I don't."
"Well he saw old Fanshawe there. He hap-
pened to be on leave."
" Old Fanshawe ? "
" No, Tom Blackmore. He likes poking into
out-of-the-way places."
" I dare say."
" He has such a turn for the picturesque and
all that, and draws very nicely."
11 The long bow, I dare say."
"Well, no matter, he was there — old Fan-
shawe I mean — Blackmore saw him. He knows
his appearance perfectly — used to hunt with his
hounds, and that kind of thing, and often talked
to him, so he could not be mistaken — and there
he was as large as life."
LADY DORMINSTERS BALL. 'Ill
"Well?"
" He did not know Tom a bit, and Tom asked
no questions — in fact, he did not care to know
where the poor old fellow hides himself — he pre-
ferred not — but Madame something or other — I
forget her name — gave him a history, about as
true as Jack the Giant-Killer, of the eccentric
English gentleman, and told bim that he had
taken a great old house, and had his family there,
and a most beautiful young wife, and was as
jealous as fifty devils ; so you see Margaret must
have been there. Of course that was she," said
Tom.
" And you said so to your friend Blackmore ? n
suggested Cleve Verney.
"Yes," said Tom.
" It seems to me you want to have him
caught."
" Well, I did not think — I hope not — and I
did not know you took any interest in him," said
Sedley, quite innocently.
" Interest ! / — me ! Interest, indeed ! Why
the devil should / take an interest in Sir Booth
Fanshawe ? Why you seem to forget all the
trouble and annoyance he has cost me. Interest,
indeed ! Quite the contrary. Only, I think, one
would not like to get any poor devil into worse
trouble than he's in, for no object, or to be
278 THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
supposed to be collecting information about
him."
" No one could suppose anything like that of
me," said Tom Sedley.
" I beg your pardon ; they can suppose any-
thing of anybody," answered Cleve, and, seeing
that Tom looked offended, he added, " and the
more absurd and impossible, the more likely. I
wish you heard the things that have been said of
me — enough to make your hair stand on end, by
Jove ! "
" Oh ! I dare say."
They were now turning into the street where
Cleve had taken lodgings.
" I could not stand those fellows any longer.
My uncle has filled the house with them — varnish
and paint and that stifling plaster — so I've put up
here for a little time."
" I like these streets. I'm not very far away
from you here," said Tom. " And talking of
that affair at Caen, you know, he said, by Jove he
did, that he saw you there."
" Who said ? "
" Tom Blackmore of the Guards."
" Then Tom Blackmore of the Guards lies —
that's all. I never saw him — I never spoke to
him — I don't know him ; and how should he
know me? And if he did, I wasn't there; and
LADY DORMINSTER'S BALL. 279
if I had been, what the devil was it to him ?
So besides telling lies, he tells impertinent lies,
and he ought to be kicked."
" "Well, of course as you say so, he must have
made a mistake ; but Caen is as open to you as
to him, and there's no harm in the place ; and he
knows you by appearance."
" He knows everybody by appearance, it
seems, and nobody knows him ; and, by Jove,
he describes more like a bailiff than a Guards-
man."
" He's a thorough gentleman in every idea.
Tom Blackmore is as nice a little fellow as there
is in the world," battled Tom Sedley for his
friend.
" Well, I wish you'd persuade that faultless
gentleman to let me and my concerns alone. I
have a reason in this case ; and I don't mind if I
tell you I ivas at Caen, and I suppose he did see
me. But there was no romance in the matter,
except the romance of the Stock Exchange and a
Jew; and I wish, Tom, you'd just consider me as
much as you do the old baronet, for my own
sake, that is, for Fm. pretty well dipped too, and
don't want everyone to know when or where I go
in quest of my Jews. I was — not very far from
that about four months ago ; and if you go about
telling everyone, by Jove my uncle will guess
280 THE TENANTS OF MALORY.
what brought me there, and old fellows don't like
post-obits on their own lives."
" My dear Cleve, I had not a notion "
" Well, all you can do for me now, having
spread the report, is to say that I wasn't there —
Fm serious. Here we are."
END OF VOL. II.
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