As I and Mary Quince returned from our walk that day, and had entered the hall, I was surprised most disagreeably by Dudley's emerging from the vestibule at the foot of the great staircase. He was, I suppose, in his travelling costumea rather soiled white surtout, a great coloured muffler in folds about his throat, his chimney-pot on, and his fur cap sticking out from his pocket. He had just descended, I suppose, from my uncle's room. On seeing me he stepped back, and stood with his shoulders to the wall, like a mummy in a museum.
I pretended to have a few words to say to Mary before leaving the hall, in the hope that, as he seemed to wish to escape me, he would take the opportunity of getting quickly off the scene.
But he had changed his mind, it would seem, in the interval; for when I glanced in that direction again he had moved toward us, and stood in the hall with his hat in his hand. I must do him the justice to say he looked horribly dismal, sulky, and frightened.
Ye'll gi'e me a word, Missonly a thing I ought to sayfor your good; by , mind, it's for your good, Miss.
Dudley stood a little way off, viewing me, with his hat in both hands and a glooming countenance.
I detested the idea of either hearing or speaking to him; but I had no resolution to refuse, and only saying I can't imagine what you can wish to speak to me about, I approached him. Wait there at the banister, Quince.
There was a fragrance of alcohol about the flushed face and gaudy muffler of this odious cousin, which heightened the effect of his horribly dismal features. He was speaking, besides, a little thickly; but his manner was dejected, and he was treating me with an elaborate and discomfited respect which reassured me.
I'm a bit up a tree, Miss, he said shuffling his feet on the oak floor. I behaved a d fool; but I baint one o' they sort. I'm a fellah as 'ill fight his man, an' stan' up to 'im fair, don't ye see? An I baint one o' they sortno, dang it, I baint.
Dudley delivered his puzzling harangue with a good deal of undertoned vehemence, and was strangely agitated. He, too, had got an unpleasant way of avoiding my eye, and glancing along the floor from corner to corner as he spoke, which gave him a very hang-dog air.
He was twisting his fingers in his great sandy whisker, and pulling it roughly enough to drag his cheek about by that savage purchase; and with his other hand he was crushing and rubbing his hat against his knee.
The old boy above there be half crazed, I think; he don't mean half as he says thof, not he. But I'm in a bad fix anyhowa regular sell it's been, and I can't get a tizzy out of him. So, ye see, I'm up a tree, Miss; and he sich a one, he'll make it a wuss mull if I let him. He's as sharp wi' me as one o' them lawyer chaps, dang 'em, and he's a lot of I O's and rubbitch o' mine; and Bryerly writes to me he can't gi'e me my legacy, 'cause h'es got a notice from Archer and Sleigh a warnin' him not to gi'e me as much as a bob; for I signed it away to governor, he sayswhich I believe's a lie. I may a' signed some writing'appen I didwhen I was a bit cut one night. But that's no way to catch a gentleman, and 'twon't stand. There's justice to be had, and 'twon't stand, I say; and I'm not in 'is hands that way. Thof I may be a bit up the spout, too, I don't deny; only I baint a-goin' the whole hog all at once. I'm none o' they sort. He'll find I baint.
Here Mary Quince coughed demurely from the foot of the stair, to remind me that the conversation was protracted.
I don't very well understand, I said, gravely; and I am now going upstairs.
Don't jest a minute, Miss; it's only a word, ye see. We'll be goin' t' Australia, Sary Mangles, an' me, aboard the Seamew, on the 5th. I'm for Liverpool to-night, and she'll meet me there, an'an', please God Almighty, ye'll never see me more; an' I'd rather gi'e ye a lift, Maud, before I go: an' I tell ye what, if ye'll just gi'e me your written promise ye'll gi'e me that twenty thousand ye were offering to gi'e the Governor, I'll take ye cleverly out o' Bartram, and put ye wi' your cousin Knollys, or anywhere ye like best.
Take me from Bartramfor twenty thousand pounds! Take me away from my guardian! You seem to forget, sir, my indignation rising as I spoke, that I can visit my cousin, Lady Knollys, whenever I please.
Well, that is as it may be, he said, with a sulky deliberation, scraping about a little bit of paper that lay on the floor with the toe of his boot.
It is as it may be, and that is as I say, sir; and considering how you have treated meyour mean, treacherous, and infamous suit, and your cruel treason to your poor wife, I am amazed at your effrontery.
I turned to leave him, being, in truth, in one of my passions.
Don't ye be a flyin' out, he said peremptorily, and catching me roughly by the wrist. I baint a-going to vex ye. What a mouth you be, as can't see your way! Can't ye speak wi' common sense, like a womandang itfor once, and not keep brawling like a bratcan't ye see what I'm saying? I'll take you out o' all this, and put ye wi' your cousin, or wheresoever you list, if y'ell gi'e me what I say.
He was, for the first time, looking me in the face, but with contracted eyes, and a countenance very much agitated.
Money? said I, with a prompt disdain.
Ay, moneytwenty thousand poundsthere. On or off? he replied, with an unpleasant sort of effort.
You ask my promise for twenty thousand pounds, and you shan't have it.
My cheeks were flaming, and I stamped on the ground as I spoke.
If he had known how to appeal to my better feelings, I am sure I should have done, perhaps not quite that, all at once at least, but something handsome, to assist him. But this application was so shabby and insolent! What could he take me for? That I should suppose his placing me with Cousin Monica constituted her my guardian? Why, he must fancy me the merest baby. There was a kind of stupid cunning in this that disgusted my good nature and outraged my self-importance.
You won't gi'e me that, then? he said, looking down again,
p.395with a frown, and working his mouth and cheeks about as I could fancy a man rolling a piece of tobacco in his jaw.
Certainly not, sir, I replied.
Take it, then, he replied, still looking down, very black and discontented.
I joined Mary Quince, extremely angry. As I passed under the carved oak arch of the vestibule, I saw his figure in the deepening twilight. The picture remains in its murky halo fixed in memory. Standing where he last spoke in the centre of the hall, not looking after me, but downward, and, as well as I could see, with the countenance of man who has lost a game, and a ruinous wager toothat is black and desperate. I did not utter a syllable on the way up. When I reached my room, I began to reconsider the interview more at my leisure. I was, such were my ruminations, to have agreed at once to his preposterous offer, and to have been driven, while he smirked and grimaced behind my back at his acquaintances, through Feltram in his dog-cart to Elverston; and then, to the just indignation of my uncle, to have been delivered up to Lady Knollys' guardianship, and to have handed my driver, as I alighted, the handsome fare of £20,000. It required the impudence of Tony Lumpkin, without either his fun or his shrewdness, to have conceived such a prodigious practical joke.
Maybe you'd like a little tea, Miss? insinuated Mary Quince.
What impertinence! I exclaimed, with one of my angry stamps on the floor. Not you, dear old Quince, I added. Nono tea just now.
And I resumed my ruminations, which soon led me to this train of thoughtStupid and insulting as Dudley's proposition was, it yet involved a great treason against my uncle. Should I be weak enough to be silent, may he not, wishing to forestall me, misrepresent all that has passed, so as to throw the blame altogether upon me?
This idea seized upon me with a force which I could not withstand; and on the impulse of the moment I obtained admission to my uncle, and related exactly what had passed. When I had finished my narrative, which he listened to without once raising his eyes, my uncle cleared his throat once or twice, as if to speak.
p.396He was smilingI thought with an effort, and with elevated brows. When I concluded, he hummed one of those sliding notes, which a less refined man might have expressed by a whistle of surprise and contempt, and again he essayed to speak, but continued silent. The fact is, he seemed to me very much disconcerted. He rose from his seat, and shuffled about the room in his slippers, I believe affecting only to be in search of something, opening and shutting two or three drawers, and turning over some books and papers; and at length, taking up some loose sheets of manuscript, he appeared to have found what he was looking for, and began to read them carelessly, with his back towards me, and with another effort to clear his voice, he said at last:
And pray, what could the fool mean by all that?
I think he must have taken me for an idiot, sir, I answered.
Not unlikely. He has lived in a stable, among horses and ostlers; he has always seemed to me something like a centaurthat is, a centaur composed not of man and horse, but of an ape and an ass.
And upon this jibe he laughed, not coldly and sarcastically, as was his wont, but, I thought, flurriedly. And, continuing to look into his papers, he said, his back still toward me as he read:
And he did not favour you with an exposition of his meaning, which, except in so far as it estimated his deserts at the modest sum you have named, appears to me too oracular to be interpreted without a kindred inspiration?
And again he laughed. He was growing more like himself.
As to your visiting your cousin, Lady Knollys, the stupid rogue had only five minutes before heard me express my wish that you should do so before leaving this. I am quite resolved you shallthat is, unless, dear Maud, you should yourself object; but, of course, we must wait for an invitation, which, I conjecture, will not be long in coming. In fact, your letter will naturally bring it about, and, I trust, open the way to a permanent residence with her. The more I think it over, the more am I convinced, dear niece, that as things are likely to turn out, my roof would be no desirable shelter for you; and that, under all circumstances,
p.397hers would. Such were my motives, Maud, in opening, through your letter, a door of reconciliation between us.
I felt that I ought to have kissed his handthat he had indicated precisely the future that I most desired; and yet there was within me a vague feeling, akin to suspicionakin to dismay, which chilled and overcast my soul.
But, Maud, he said, I am disquieted to think of that stupid jackanapes presuming to make you such an offer! A creditable situation trulyarriving in the dark at Elverston, under the solitary escort of that wild young man, with whom you would have fled from my guardianship! And, Maud, I tremble as I ask myself the question, would he have conducted you to Elverston at all? When you have lived as long in the world as I, you will appreciate its wickedness more justly. Here there was a little pause.
I know, my dear, that were he convinced of his legal marriage with that young woman, he resumed, perceiving how startled I looked, such an idea, of course, would not have entered his head; but he does not believe any such thing. Contrary to fact and logic, he does honestly think that his hand is still at his disposal; and I certainly do suspect that he would have employed that excursion in endeavouring to persuade you to think as he does. Be that how it may, however, it is satisfactory to me to know that you shall never more be troubled by one word from that ill-regulated young man. I made him my adieux, such as they were, this evening; and never more shall he enter the walls of Bartram-Haugh while we two live.
Uncle Silas replaced the papers which had ostensibly interested him so much, and returned. There was a vein which was visible near the angle of his lofty temple, and in moments of agitation stood out against the surrounding pallor in a knotted blue cord; and as he came back smiling askance, I saw this sign of inward tumult.
We can, however, afford to despise the follies and knaveries of the world, Maud, as long as we act, as we have hitherto done, with perfect confidence in each other. Heaven bless you, dear Maud! Your report troubled me, I believe, more than it needtroubled me a good deal; but reflection assures me it is nothing.
p.398He is gone. In a few days' time he will be on the sea. I will issue my orders to-morrow morning, and he will never more, during his brief stay in England, gain admission to Bartram-Haugh. Good night, my good niece; I thank you.
And so I returned to Mary Quince, on the whole happier than I had left her, but still with the confused and jarring vision I could not interpret perpetually rising before me; and as, from time to time, shapeless anxieties agitated me, relieving them by appeals to Him who alone is wise and strong.
Next day brought me a good-natured gossiping letter from dear Milly, written in compulsory French, which was, in some places, very difficult to interpret. She gave me a very pleasant account of the place, and her opinion of the girls who were inmates, and mentioned some of the nuns with high commendation. The language plainly cramped poor Milly's genius; but although there was by no means so much fun as an honest English letter would have brought me, there could be no mistake about her liking the place, and she expressed her honest longing to see me in the most affectionate terms.
This letter came enclosed in one to my uncle, from the proper authority in the convent; and as there was neither address within, nor post-mark without, I was as much in the dark as ever as to poor Milly's whereabouts.
Pencilled across the envelope of this letter, in my uncle's hand, were the words, Let me have your answer when sealed, and I will transmit it.S. R.
When, accordingly, some days later, I did place my letter to Milly in my uncle's hands, he told me the reason of his reserves on the subject.
I thought it best, dear Maud, not to plague you with a secret, and Milly's present address is one. It will in a few weeks become the rallying-point of our diverse routes, when you shall meet her, and I join you both. Nobody, until the storm shall have blown over, must know where I am to be found, except my lawyer; and I think you would prefer ignorance to the trouble of keeping a secret on which so much may depend.
This being reasonable, and even considerate, I acquiesced.
In that interval there reached me such a charming, gay, and affectionate lettera very long letter, toothough the writer was scarcely seven miles away, from dear Cousin Monica, full of pleasant gossip, and rose-coloured and golden castles in the air, and the kindest interest in poor Milly, and the warmest affection for me.
One other incident varied that interval, if possible more pleasantly than those. It was the announcement, in a Liverpool paper, of the departure of the Seamew, bound for Melbourne; and among the passengers were reported, Dudley Ruthyn, Esquire, of Bartram-H., and Mrs. D. Ruthyn.
And now I began to breathe freely, I plainly saw the end of my probation approaching: a short excursion to France, a happy meeting with Milly, and then a delightful residence with Cousin Monica for the remainder of my nonage.
You will say then that my spirits and my serenity were quite restored. Not quite. How marvellously lie our anxieties, in filmy layers, one over the other! Take away that which has lain on the upper surface for so longtake care of caresthe only one, as it seemed to you, between your soul and the radiance of Heavenand straight you find a new stratum there. As physical science tells us no fluid is without its skin, so does it seem with this fine medium of the soul, and these successive films of care that form upon its surface on mere contact with the upper air and light.
What was my new trouble? A very fantastic one, you will saythe illusion of a self-tormentor. It was the face of Uncle Silas which haunted me. Notwithstanding the old pale smile, there was a shrinking grimness, and the always-averted look.
Sometimes I fancied his mind was disordered. I could not account for the eerie lights and shadows that flickered on his face, except so. There was a look of shame and fear of me, amazing as that seems, in the sheen of his peaked smile.
I thought, Perhaps he blames himself for having tolerated Dudley's suitfor having urged it on grounds of personal distressfor having altogether lowered, though under sore temptation, both himself and his office; and he thinks that he has forfeited my respect.
Such was my analysis; but in the coup-d'oeil of that white face that dazzled me in darkness, and haunted my daily reveries with a faded light, there was an intangible character of the insidious and the terrible.