CHAPTER XLIV

MY FATHER IS MIRACULOUSLY RELIEVED BY FORTUNE

My grandfather had a gratification in my success, mingled with a

transparent jealousy of the chief agent in procuring it. He warned me

when I left him that he was not to be hoodwinked: he must see the money

standing in my name on the day appointed. His doubts were evident, but he

affected to be expectant. Not a word of Sarkeld could be spoken. My

success appeared to be on a more visionary foundation the higher I

climbed.

Now Jorian DeWitt had affirmed that the wealthy widow Lady Sampleman was

to be had by my father for the asking. Placed as we were, I regarded the

objections to his alliance with her in a mild light. She might lend me

the money to appease the squire; that done, I would speedily repay it. I

admitted, in a letter to my aunt Dorothy, the existing objections: but

the lady had long been enamoured of him, I pleaded, and he was past the

age for passionate affection, and would infallibly be courteous and kind.

She was rich. We might count on her to watch over him carefully. Of

course, with such a wife, he would sink to a secondary social sphere; was

it to be regretted if he did? The letter was a plea for my own interests,

barely veiled.

At the moment of writing it, and moreover when I treated my father with

especial coldness, my heart was far less warm in the contemplation of its

pre-eminent aim than when I was suffering him to endanger it, almost

without a protest. Janet and a peaceful Riversley, and a life of quiet

English distinction, beckoned to me visibly, and not hatefully. The image

of Ottilia conjured up pictures of a sea of shipwrecks, a scene of

immeasurable hopelessness. Still, I strove toward that. My strivings were

against my leanings, and imagining the latter, which involved no

sacrifice of the finer sense of honour, to be in the direction of my

lower nature, I repelled them to preserve a lofty aim that led me through

questionable ways.

'Can it be you, Harry,' my aunt Dorothy's reply ran (I had anticipated

her line of reasoning, though not her warmth), 'who advise him to this

marriage from a motive so inexplicably unworthy? That you will repay her

the money, I do not require your promise to assure me. The money is

nothing. It is the prospect of her life and fortune which you are

consenting, if not urging him, to imperil for your own purposes. Are you

really prepared to imitate in him, with less excuse for doing it, the

things you most condemn? Let it be checked at the outset. It cannot be. A

marriage of inclination on both sides, prudent in a worldly sense, we

might wish for him, perhaps, if he could feel quite sure of himself. His

wife might persuade him not to proceed in his law-case. There I have long

seen his ruin. He builds such expectations on it! You speak of something

worse than a mercenary marriage. I see this in your handwriting!--your

approval of it! I have to check the whisper that tells me it reads like a

conspiracy. Is she not a simpleton? Can you withhold your pity? and

pitying, can you possibly allow her to be entrapped? Forgive my seeming

harshness. I do not often speak to my Harry so. I do now because I must

appeal to you, as the one chiefly responsible, on whose head the whole

weight of a dreadful error will fall. Oh! my dearest, be guided by the

purity of your feelings to shun doubtful means. I have hopes that after

the first few weeks your grandfather will--I know he does not 'expect to

find the engagement fulfilled--be the same to you that he was before he

discovered the extravagance. You are in Parliament, and I am certain,

that by keeping as much as possible to yourself, and living soberly, your

career there will persuade him to meet your wishes.'

The letter was of great length. In conclusion, she entreated me to

despatch an answer by one of the early morning trains; entreating me once

more to cause 'any actual deed' to be at least postponed. The letter

revealed what I had often conceived might be.

My rejoinder to my aunt Dorothy laid stress on my father's pledge of his

word of honour as a gentleman to satisfy the squire on a stated day. I

shrank from the idea of the Riversley crow over him. As to the lady, I

said we would see that her money was fastened to her securely before she

committed herself to the deeps. The money to be advanced to me would lie

at my bankers, in my name,--untouched: it would be repaid in the bulk

after a season. This I dwelt on particularly, both to satisfy her and to

appease my sense of the obligation. An airy pleasantry in the tone of

this epistle amused me while writing it and vexed me when it had gone.

But a letter sent, upon special request, by railway, should not, I

thought, be couched in the ordinary strain. Besides one could not write

seriously of a person like Lady Sampleman.

I consulted my aunt Dorothy's scruples by stopping my father on his way

to the lady. His carriage was at the door: I suggested money-lenders: he

had tried them all. He begged me to permit him to start: but it was too

ignominious to think of its being done under my very eyes, and I refused.

He had tried the money-lenders yesterday. They required a mortgage

solider than expectations for the sum we wanted. Dettermain and Newson

had declined to undertake the hypothecation of his annuity. Providence

pointed to Sampleman.

'You change in a couple of nights, Richie,' said he. 'Now I am always the

identical man. I shall give happiness to one sincerely good soul. I have

only to offer myself--let me say in becoming modesty, I believe so. Let

me go to her and have it over, for with me a step taken is a thing

sanctified. I have in fact held her in reserve. Not that I think Fortune

has abandoned us: but a sagacious schemer will not leave everything to

the worthy Dame. I should have driven to her yesterday, if I had not

heard from Dettermain and Newson that there was a hint of a negotiation

for a compromise. Government is fairly frightened.'

He mused. 'However, I slept on it, and arrived at the conclusion this

morning that my old Richie stood in imminent jeopardy of losing the fruit

of all my toil. The good woman will advance the money to her husband.

When I pledged my word to the squire I had reason to imagine the two

months a sufficient time. We have still a couple of days. I have heard of

men who lost heart at the eleventh hour, and if they had only hung on,

with gallant faith in themselves, they would have been justified by the

result. Faith works miracles. At least it allows time for them.'

His fertile ingenuity spared mine the task of persuading him to postpone

the drive to Lady Sampleman. But that he would have been prompt to go, at

a word from me, and was actually about to go when I entered his house, I

could not question.

He drove in manifest relief of mind to Dettermain and Newson's.

I had an appointment with Mr. Temple at a great political Club, to meet

the gentlemen who were good enough to undertake the introduction of the

infant member to the House of Commons. My incessantly twisting

circumstances foiled the pleasure and pride due to me. From the Club I

bent my steps to Temple's district, and met in the street young Eckart

vom Hof, my champion and second on a memorable occasion, fresh upon

London, and looking very Germanic in this drab forest of our city people.

He could hardly speak of Deutschland for enthusiasm at the sight of the

moving masses. His object in coming to England, he assured me honestly,

was to study certain editions of Tibullus in the British Museum. When he

deigned to speak of Sarkeld, it was to say that Prince Hermann was

frequently there. I gave him no chance to be sly, though he pushed for

it, at a question of the Princess Ottilia's health.

The funeral pace of the block of cabs and omnibuses engrossed his

attention. Suddenly the Englishman afforded him an example of the reserve

of impetuosity we may contain. I had seen my aunt Dorothy in a middle

line of cabs coming from the City, and was darting in a twinkling among

wheels and shafts and nodding cab-horse noses to take her hand and know

the meaning of her presence in London. She had family business to do: she

said no more. I mentioned that I had checked my father for a day or two.

She appeared grateful. Her anxiety was extreme that she might not miss

the return train, so I relinquished her hand, commanded the cabman to

hasten, and turned to rescue Eckart--too young and faithful a collegian

not to follow his friend, though it were into the lion's den-from a

terrific entanglement of horseflesh and vehicles brawled over by a

splendid collision of tongues. Secure on the pavement again, Eckart

humbly acknowledged that the English tongue could come out upon

occasions. I did my best to amuse him.

Whether it amused him to see me take my seat in the House of Commons, and

hear a debate in a foreign language, I cannot say; but the only pleasure

of which I was conscious at that period lay in the thought that he or his

father, Baron vom Hof, might some day relate the circumstance at Prince

Ernest's table, and fix in Ottilia's mind the recognition of my having

tried to perform my part of the contract. Beggared myself, and knowing

Prince Hermann to be in Sarkeld, all I hoped for was to show her I had

followed the path she traced. My state was lower: besides misfortune I

now found myself exalted only to feel my profound insignificance.

'The standard for the House is a man's ability to do things,' said

Charles Etherell, my friendly introductor, by whom I was passingly,

perhaps ironically, advised to preserve silence for two or three

sessions.

He counselled the study of Foreign Affairs for a present theme. I talked

of our management of them, in the strain of Dr. Julius von Karsteg.

'That's journalism, or clippings from a bilious essay; it won't do for

the House,' he said. 'Revile the House to the country, if you like, but

not the country to the House.'

When I begged him to excuse my absurdity, he replied:

'It's full of promise, so long as you're silent.'

But to be silent was to be merely an obedient hound of the whip. And if

the standard for the House was a man's ability to do things, I was in the

seat of a better man. External sarcasms upon the House, flavoured with

justness, came to my mind, but if these were my masters surrounding me,

how indefinitely small must I be!

Leaving the House on that first night of my sitting, I received Temple's

congratulations outside, and, as though the sitting had exhausted every

personal sentiment, I became filled with his; under totally new

sensations, I enjoyed my distinction through the perception of my old

comrade's friendly jealousy.

'I'll be there, too, some day,' he said, moaning at the prospect of an

extreme age before such honours would befall him.

The society of Eckart prevented me from urging him to puff me up with his

talk as I should have wished, and after I had sent the German to be taken

care of by Mrs. Waddy, I had grown so accustomed to the worldly view of

my position that I was fearing for its stability. Threats of a petition

against me were abroad. Supposing the squire disinherited me, could I

stand? An extraordinary appetite for wealth, a novel appreciation of

it--which was, in truth, a voluntary enlistment into the army of mankind,

and the adoption of its passions--pricked me with an intensity of hope

and dread concerning my dependence on my grandfather. I lay sleepless all

night, tossing from Riversley to Sarkeld, condemned, it seemed, to marry

Janet and gain riches and power by renouncing my hope of the princess and

the glory belonging to her, unless I should within a few hours obtain a

show of figures at my bankers.

I had promised Etherell to breakfast with him. A note--a faint

scream--despatched by Mrs. Waddy to Mr. Temple's house informed me that

'the men' were upon them. If so, they were the forerunners of a horde,

and my father was as good as extinguished. He staked everything on

success; consequently, he forfeited pity.

Good-bye to ambition, I thought, and ate heartily, considering robustly

the while how far lower than the general level I might avoid falling. The

report of the debates in morning papers--doubtless, more flowing and,

perhaps, more grammatical than such as I gave ear to overnight--had the

odd effect on me of relieving me from the fit of subserviency into which

the speakers had sunk me.

A conceit of towering superiority took its place, and as Etherell was

kind enough to draw me out and compliment me, I was attacked by a tragic

sense of contrast between my capacities and my probable fortunes. It was

open to me to marry Janet. But this meant the loosening of myself with my

own hand for ever from her who was my mentor and my glory, to gain whom I

was in the very tideway. I could not submit to it, though the view was

like that of a green field of the springs passed by a climber up the

crags. I went to Anna Penrhys to hear a woman's voice, and partly told

her of my troubles. She had heard Mr. Hipperdon express his confident

opinion that he should oust me from my seat. Her indignation was at my

service as a loan: it sprang up fiercely and spontaneously in allusions

to something relating to my father, of which the Marquis of Edbury had

been guilty. 'How you can bear it!' she exclaimed, for I was not wordy.

The exclamation, however, stung me to put pen to paper--the woman was not

so remote in me as not to be roused by the woman. I wrote to Edbury, and

to Heriot, bidding him call on the young nobleman. Late at night I was at

my father's door to perform the act of duty of seeing him, and hearing

how he had entertained Eckart, if he was still master of his liberty. I

should have known him better: I expected silence and gloom. The windows

were lighted brilliantly. As the hall-door opened, a band of stringed and

wood instruments commenced an overture. Mrs. Waddy came to me in the

hall; she was unintelligible. One thing had happened to him at one hour

of the morning, and another at another hour. He was at one moment

suffering the hands of the 'officers' on his shoulder:

'And behold you, Mr. Harry! a knock, a letter from a messenger, and he

conquers Government!' It struck me that the epitome of his life had been

played in a day: I was quite incredulous of downright good fortune. He

had been giving a dinner followed by a concert, and the deafening strains

of the music clashed with my acerb spirit, irritating me excessively.

'Where are those men you spoke of?' I asked her. 'Gone,' she

replied,'gone long ago!'

'Paid?' said I.

She was afraid to be precise, but repeated that they were long since

gone.

I singled Jorian DeWitt from among the crowd of loungers on the stairs

and landing between the drawing-rooms. 'Oh, yes, Government has struck

its flag to him,' Jorian said. 'Why weren't you here to dine? Alphonse

will never beat his achievement of to-day. Jenny and Carigny gave us a

quarter-of-an-hour before dinner--a capital idea!--"VEUVE ET BACHELIER."

As if by inspiration. No preparation for it, no formal taking of seats.

It seized amazingly--floated small talk over the soup beautifully.'

I questioned him again.

'Oh, dear, yes; there can't be a doubt about it,' he answered, airily.

'Roy Richmond has won his game.'

Two or three urgent men round a great gentleman were extracting his

affable approbation of the admirable nature of the experiment of the

Chassediane before dinner. I saw that Eckart was comfortably seated, and

telling Jorian to provide for him in the matter of tobacco, I went to my

room, confused beyond power of thought by the sensible command of fortune

my father, fortune's sport at times, seemed really to have.

His statement of the circumstances bewildered me even more. He was in no

hurry to explain them; when we met next morning he waited for me to

question him, and said, 'Yes. I think we have beaten them so far!' His

mind was pre-occupied, he informed me, concerning the defence of a lady

much intrigued against, and resuming the subject: 'Yes, we have beaten

them up to a point, Richie. And that reminds me: would you have me go

down to Riversley and show the squire the transfer paper? At any rate you

can now start for Sarkeld, and you do, do you not? To-day: to-morrow at

latest.'

I insisted: 'But how, and in what manner has this money been paid?' The

idea struck me that he had succeeded in borrowing it.

'Transferred to me in the Bank, and intelligence of the fact sent to

Dettermain and Newson, my lawyers,' he replied. 'Beyond that, I know as

little as you, Richie, though indubitably I hoped to intimidate them.

If,' he added, with a countenance perfectly simple and frank, 'they

expect me to take money for a sop, I am not responsible, as I by no means

provoked it, for their mistake.

'I proceed. The money is useful to you, so I rejoice at it.'

Five and twenty thousand pounds was the amount.

'No stipulation was attached to it?'

'None. Of course a stipulation was implied: but of that I am not bound to

be cognizant.'

'Absurd!' I cried: 'it can't have come from the quarter you suspect.'

'Where else?' he asked.

I thought of the squire, Lady Edbury, my aunt, Lady Sampleman, Anna

Penrhys, some one or other of his frantic female admirers. But the

largeness of the amount, and the channel selected for the payment,

precluded the notion that any single person had come to succour him in

his imminent need, and, as it chanced, mine.

Observing that my speculations wavered, he cited numerous instances in

his life of the special action of Providence in his favour, and was bold

enough to speak of a star, which his natural acuteness would have checked

his doing before me, if his imagination had not been seriously struck.

'You hand the money over to me, sir?' I said.

'Without a moment of hesitation, my dear boy,' he melted me by answering.

'You believe you have received a bribe?'

'That is my entire belief--the sole conclusion I can arrive at. I will

tell you, Richie: the old Marquis of Edbury once placed five thousand

pounds to my account on a proviso that I should--neglect, is the better

word, my Case. I inherited from him at his death; of course his demise

cancelled the engagement. He had been the friend of personages

implicated. He knew. I suspect he apprehended the unpleasant position of

a witness.'

'But what was the stipulation you presume was implied?' said I.

'Something that passed between lawyers: I am not bound to be cognizant of

it. Abandon my claims for a few thousands? Not for ten, not for ten

hundred times the sum!'

To be free from his boisterous influence, which made my judgement as

unsteady as the weather-glass in a hurricane, I left my house and went

straight to Dettermain and Newson, who astonished me quite as much by

assuring me that the payment of the money was a fact. There was no

mystery about it. The intelligence and transfer papers, they said, had

not been communicated to them by the firm they were opposed to, but by a

solicitor largely connected with the aristocracy; and his letter had

briefly declared the unknown donator's request that legal proceedings

should forthwith be stopped. They offered no opinion of their own.

Suggestions of any kind, they seemed to think, had weight, and all of

them an equal weight, to conclude from the value they assigned to every

idea of mine. The name of the solicitor in question was Charles Adolphus

Bannerbridge. It was, indeed, my old, one of my oldest friends; the same

by whom I had been led to a feast and an evening of fun when a little

fellow starting in the London streets. Sure of learning the whole truth

from old Mr. Bannerbridge, I walked to his office and heard that he had

suddenly been taken ill. I strode on to his house, and entered a house of

mourning. The kind old man, remembered by me so vividly, had died

overnight. Miss Bannerbridge perceived that I had come on an errand, and

with her gentle good breeding led me to speak of it. She knew nothing

whatever of the sum of money. She was, however, aware that an annuity had

been regularly paid through the intervention of her father. I was

referred by her to a Mr. Richards, his recently-established partner. This

gentleman was ignorant of the whole transaction.

Throughout the day I strove to combat the pressure of evidence in favour

of the idea that an acknowledgement of special claims had been wrested

from the enemy. Temple hardly helped me, though his solid sense was dead

against the notions entertained by my father and Jorian DeWitt, and

others besides, our elders. The payment of the sum through the same

channel which supplied the annuity, pointed distinctly to an admission of

a claim, he inclined to think, and should be supposed to come from a

personage having cause either to fear him or to assist him. He set my

speculations astray by hinting that the request for the stopping of the

case might be a blind. A gift of money, he said shrewdly, was a

singularly weak method of inducing a man to stop the suit of a life-time.

I thought of Lady Edbury; but her income was limited, and her expenditure

was not of Lady Sampleman, but it was notorious that she loved her purse

as well as my aunt Dorothy, and was even more, in the squire's phrase, 'a

petticoated parsimony.' Anna Penrhys appeared the likelier, except for

the fact that the commencement of the annuity was long before our

acquaintance with her. I tried her on the subject. Her amazement was

without a shadow of reserve. 'It 's Welsh, it's not English,' she

remarked. I knew no Welshwoman save Anna.

'Do you know the whole of his history?' said she. Possibly one of the

dozen unknown episodes in it might have furnished the clue, I agreed with

her.

The sight of twenty-one thousand pounds placed to my credit in the Funds

assuaged my restless spirit of investigation. Letters from the squire and

my aunt Dorothy urged me to betake myself to Riversley, there finally to

decide upon what my course should be.

'Now that you have the money, pray,' St. Parsimony wrote,--'pray be

careful of it. Do not let it be encroached on. Remember it is to serve

one purpose. It should be guarded strictly against every appeal for aid,'

etc., with much underlining.

My grandfather returned the papers. His letter said 'I shall not break my

word. Please to come and see me before you take steps right or left.'

So here was the dawn again.

I could in a day or two start for Sarkeld. Meanwhile, to give my father a

lesson, I discharged a number of bills, and paid off the bond to which

Edbury's name was attached. My grandfather, I knew, was too sincerely and

punctiliously a gentleman in practical conduct to demand a further

inspection of my accounts. These things accomplished, I took the train

for Riversley, and proceeded from the station to Durstan, where I knew

Heriot to be staying. Had I gone straight to my grandfather, there would

have been another story to tell.