CHAPTER IX.

In the house of Lord Ashborough--which is situated in

Grosvenor-square, fronting the south--there is a large room,

which in form would be a parallelogram, did not one of the shorter

sides--which, being turned to the north, looks out upon the little

rood of garden attached to the dwelling--bow out into the form of a

bay window. The room is lofty, and, as near as possible, twenty-eight

feet in length by twenty-four in breadth. Book-cases, well stored with

tomes in lettered calf, cover the walls, and a carpet, in which the

foot sinks, is spread over the floor. Three large tables occupy

different parts of the room. Two covered with books and prints lie

open to the world in general, but the third, on which stand inkstands

and implements for writing, shows underneath, in the carved lines of

the highly-polished British oak, many a locked drawer. Each chair, so

fashioned that uneasy must be the back that would not there find rest,

rolls smoothly on noiseless casters, and the thick walls, the double

doors, and book-cases, all combine to prevent any sound from within

being caught by the most prying ear without, or any noise from without

being heard by those within, except when some devil of a cart runs

away in Duke-street, and goes clattering up that accursed back street

behind.

Such were the internal arrangements and appearance of the library at

Lord Ashborough's, on a morning in September of the same year, one

thousand eight hundred and something, of which we have been hitherto

speaking. The morning was fine and clear; and the sun, who takes the

liberty of looking into every place without asking permission of any

one, was shining strongly into the little rood of garden behind the

house. The languishing plants and shrubs that had been stuffed into

that small space, dusty and dry with the progress of a hot summer, and

speckled all over with small grains of soot--the morning benediction

showered down upon them from the neighboring chimneys--no doubt

wished that the sun would let them alone; and, as through an open

passage-door they caught a sight of the conservatory filled with rich

exotics, all watered and aired with scrupulous care, one of the poor

brown lilacs might be heard grumbling to a stunted gray laburnum about

the shameful partiality of the English for foreigners and strangers.

About eleven o'clock Lord Ashborough himself entered the room; and

before any one else comes in to disturb us, we may as well sit down

and take a full-length picture of him. He was a man of about

fifty-nine or sixty, tall and well-proportioned, though somewhat thin.

His face was fine, but pale, and there was a great deal of intellect

expressed on his broad brow and forehead, which looked higher than it

really was, from being perfectly bald as far down as the sutures of

the temples. From that point, some thin dark hair, grizzled with gray,

spread down, and met his whiskers, which were of the same hue, and cut

square off, about the middle of his cheeks. His eyes were dark blue

and fine, but somewhat stern, if not fierce, and in the space between

his eyebrows there was a deep wrinkle, in which a finger might have

been laid without filling up the cavity; the eyebrows themselves,

though not very long, were overhanging; the nose was well formed and

straight, though a little too long perhaps; but his mouth was

beautifully shaped, and would have appeared the best feature in his

face, had he not frequently twisted it in a very unbecoming manner, by

gnawing his nether lip. His chin was round, and rather prominent; and

his hand small, delicate, and almost feminine.

It is all nonsense that a man's dress signifies nothing. It is--if he

takes any pains about it; and if he takes none, it comes to the same

thing--it is the habitual expression of his mind or his mood; and in

the little shades of difference which may exist with the moat perfect

adherence to fashion, you will find a language much easier read than

any of those on the Rosetta stone. Lord Ashborough was dressed more

like a young than an old man, though without any extravagance. His

coat was of dark green, covering a double-breasted waistcoat of some

harmonizing color, while his long, thin, rather tight-fitting

trowsers, displayed a well-formed leg, and were met by a neat, and

highly-polished boot. Around his neck he wore a black handkerchief,

exposing the smallest possible particle of white collar between his

cheek and the silk; and on one of his fingers was a single seal ring.

Taking him altogether he was a very good-looking man, rather like the

late Mr. Canning, but with a much less noble expression of

countenance.

Walking forward to the table, which we have noted as being well

supplied with locks, Lord Ashborough opened one of the drawers, and,

having rang the bell, sat down and took out some papers. The door

opened; a servant appeared;--"Send to Mr. Tims!" said Lord Ashborough,

and the man glided out. After a short pause, another person appeared,

but of very different form and appearance from the servant; and

therefore we must look at him more closely. He was a short, stout,

bustling-looking little man, of about thirty-eight or forty, perhaps

more, habited in black, rather white at the seams and edges. His

countenance was originally full and broad; but the habit of thrusting

his nose through small and intricate affairs had sharpened that

feature considerably; and the small black eyes that backed it,

together with several red blotches, one of which had settled itself

for life upon the tip of the eminence, did not diminish the prying and

intrusive expression of his countenance. There was impudence, too, and

cunning written in very legible characters upon his face; but we must

leave the rest to show itself as we go on.

As Mr. Peter Tims, of Clement's Inn, attorney-at-law--for such was the

respectable individual of whom we now treat--entered the library of

Lord Ashborough, he turned round and carefully closed the double-door,

and then, with noiseless step, proceeded through the room till he

brought himself in face of his patron. He then made a low bow--it

would have been _Cow Tow_ if it had been desired--and then advanced

another step, and made another bow.

"Sit down, sit down, Mr. Tims!" said Lord Ashborough, without raising

his eyes, which were running over a paper he had taken from the

drawer. "Sit down, sit down, I say!"

Mr. Tims did sit down, and then, drawing forth some papers from a blue

bag, which he held in his hand, he began quietly to put them in order,

while Lord Ashborough read on.

After a minute or two, however, his lordship ceased, saying, "Now, Mr.

Tims, have you brought the annuity deed?"

"Here it is, any lord," replied the lawyer "and I have examined it

again most carefully. There is not a chink for a fly to break through.

There is not a word about redemption from beginning to end. The money

must be paid for the term of your lordship's natural life."

Lord Ashborough paused, and gnawed his lip for a moment or two. "Do

you know, Mr. Tims," he said at length, "I have some idea of

permitting the redemption? I am afraid we have made a mistake in

refusing it."

Mr. Tims was never astonished at any thing that a great man--_i.e_. a

rich man--did or said, unless he perceived that it was intended to

astonish him, and then he was very much astonished indeed, as in duty

bound. It was wonderful, too, with what facility he could agree in

every thing a rich man said, and exclaim, "Very like an ousel!" as

dexterously as Polonius, or a sick-nurse, though he had been declaring

the same question "very like a whale!" the moment before. Nor was he

ever at a loss for reasons in support of the new opinion implanted by

his patrons. In short, he seemed to have in his head, all ticketed and

ready for use, a store of arguments, moral, legal, and philosophical,

in favor of every thing that could be done, said, or thought, by the

wealthy or the powerful. In the present instance, he saw that Lord

Ashborough put the matter as one not quite decided in his own mind;

but he saw also, that his mind had such a leaning to the new view of

the matter, as would make him very much obliged to any one who would

push it over to that side altogether.

"I think your lordship is quite right," replied Mr. Tims. "You had

every right to refuse to redeem if you thought fit; but, at the same

time, you can always permit the redemption if you like; and it might

indeed look more generous--though, as I said before, you had every

right to refuse. Yet perhaps, after all, my lord--"

"Tush! Do not after all me, sir," cried Lord Ashborough, with some

degree of impatience, which led Mr. Tims to suspect that there was

some latent motive for this change of opinion, which his lordship felt

a difficulty in explaining: and which he, Mr. Tims, resolved at a

proper time to extract by the most delicate process he could devise.

"The means, sir," added Lord Ashborough; "the means are the things to

be attended to, not the pitiful balancing of one perhaps against

another."

"Oh! my lord, the means are very easy," replied Tims, rubbing his

hands. "You have nothing to do but to send word down that your

lordship is ready to accept, and any one will advance the means to

Sir ----"

"Pshaw!" again interrupted Lord Ashborough. "You do not understand me,

and go blundering on;" and, rising from his chair, the peer walked two

or three times up and down the room, gnawing his lip, and bending his

eyes upon the ground. "There!" he cried at length, speaking with

abrupt rudeness. "There! The matter requires consideration--take up

your papers, sir, and begone! I will send for you when I want you."

Mr. Tims ventured not a word, for he saw that his patron had made

himself angry with the attempt to arrange something in his own mind

which would not be arranged; and taking up his papers, one by one, as

slowly as he decently could, he deposited them in their blue bag, and

then stole quietly toward the door. Lord Ashborough was still walking

up and down, and he suffered him to pass the inner door without taking

any notice; but, as he was pushing open the red baize door beyond, the

nobleman's voice was heard exclaiming, "Stay, stay! Mr. Tims, come

here!" The lawyer glided quietly back into the room, where Lord

Ashborough was still standing in the middle of the floor, gazing on

the beautiful and instructive spots on the Turkey carpet.. His

reverie, however, was over in a moment, and he again pointed to the

chair which the lawyer had before occupied, bidding him sit down,

while he himself took possession of the seat on the other side of the

table; and, leaning his elbow on the oak, and his cheek upon his hand,

he went on in the attitude and manner of one who is beginning a long

conversation. The commencement, however, was precisely similar to the

former one, which had proved so short. "Do you know, Mr. Tims," he

said, "I have some idea of permitting the redemption? I am afraid we

have made a mistake in refusing it;" but then he added, a moment

after--"for the particular purpose I propose."

Mr. Tims was as silent as a mouse, for he saw that he was near

dangerous ground; and, at that moment, six-and-eightpence would hardly

have induced him to say a word--at least if it went farther than,

"Exactly so, my lord!"

The matter was still a difficult one for Lord Ashborough to get over;

for it is wonderful how easily men can persuade themselves that the

evil they wish to commit is right; and yet how troublesome they find

even the attempt to persuade another that it is so, although they know

him to be as unscrupulous a personage as ever lived or died unhung.

Now Lord Ashborough himself had no very high idea of the rigid

morality of his friend Mr. Tims's principles, and well knew that his

interest would induce him to do any thing on earth; and yet, strange

to say, that though Lord Ashborough only desired to indulge a

gentlemanlike passion, which, under very slight modifications, or

rather disguises, is considered honorable and is patronized by all

sorts of people, yet he did not at all like to display, even to the

eyes of Mr. Tims, the real motive that was now influencing him. As it

was necessary, however, to do so to some one, and he knew that he

could not do so to any one whose virtue was less ferocious than that

of Mr. Tims, he drew his clenched fist, on which his cheek was

resting, half over his mouth, and went on.

"The fact is, you must know, Mr. Tims," he said, "this Sir Sidney

Delaware is my first cousin--but you knew that before. Well, we were

never very great friends, though he and my brother were; and at

college it used to be his pleasure to thwart many of my views and

purposes. There is not, perhaps, a prouder man living than he is, and

that intolerable pride, added to his insolent sarcasms, kept us

greatly asunder in our youth, and therefore you see he has really no

claim upon my friendship or affection in this business."

"None in the world! None in the world!" cried Tims. "Indeed, all I

wonder at is, that your lordship does not use the power you have to

annoy him!"

Mr. Tims harped aright, and it is inexpressible what a relief Lord

Ashborough felt--one of the proudest men in Europe, by the way--at

finding that the little, contemptible despised lawyer, whom he looked

upon, on ordinary occasions, as the the dust under his feet, had, in

the present instance, got the right end of a clew which he was ashamed

or afraid to unwind himself. Besides, the way he put it gave Lord

Ashborough an opportunity of _chucking_ fine and generous, as the

Westminster fellows have it; and he immediately replied--"No, sir, no!

I never had any wish to annoy him. My only wish has been to lower that

pride, which is ruinous to himself, and insulting to others; and I

should not have even pursued that wish so far, had it not been that a

circumstance happened which called us into immediate collision."

On finding that simple personal hatred and revenge--feelings that

might have been stated in three words--were the real and sole motives

which Lord Ashborough found it so difficult to enunciate, Mr. Tims

chuckled--but mark me, I beg--it was not an open and barefaced

cachination--it was, on the contrary, one of those sweet internal

chuckles that gently shake the diaphragm and the parietes of the

abdomen, and cause even a gentle percussion of the ensiform cartilage,

without one muscle of the face vibrating in sympathy, or the slightest

spasm taking place in the trachea or epiglottis. There is the anatomy

of a suppressed chuckle for you! The discovery, however, was of more

service than in the simple production of such agreeable phenomena. Mr.

Tims, perceiving the motive of his patron, perceived also the precise

road on which he was to lead, and instantly replied, "Whatever

circumstance called your lordship into competition with Sir Sidney

Delaware, must of course have been very advantageous to yourself, if

you chose to put forth your full powers. But that, let me be permitted

to say, is what I should suspect, from all that I have the honor of

knowing of your lordship's character, you would not do. For I am

convinced you have already shown more lenity than was very consistent

with your own interest, and perhaps more than was even beneficial to

the object; but I humbly crave your lordship's pardon for presuming

to--"

Lord Ashborough waved his hand. "Not at all, Mr. Tims! Not at all!" he

said. "Your intentions, I know, are good. But hear me. We came in

collision concerning the lady whom he afterward married, and made a

well bred beggar of. He had known her, and, it seems, obtained

promises from her before I became acquainted: and though a transitory

fancy for her took place in my own bosom"--and Lord Ashborough turned

deadly pale--"yet of course, when I heard of my cousin's arrangements

with her, I withdrew my claims, without, as you say, exerting power

that I may flatter myself--"

He left the sentence unfinished, but he bowed his head proudly, which

finished it sufficiently; and Mr. Tims immediately chimed in, "Oh,

there can be no doubt--if your lordship had chosen--who the deuce is

Sir Sidney Delaware, compared--" &c., &c., &c., &c.

"Well, I forgot the matter entirely," continued Lord Ashborough, in a

frank and easy tone, for it is wonderful how the lawyer's little

insignificances helped him on. "Well, I forgot the matter entirely."

"But you never married any one else," thought the lawyer, "and you

remember it now." All this was thought in the lowest possible tone, so

that Satan himself could hardly hear it--but Lord Ashborough went on.

"I never, indeed, remembered the business more, till, on lending the

money to his father, I found from a letter which the late man let me

see, that the present man had not forgiven me some little progress I

had made in the lady's affection. He said--I recollect the words very

well--he said, that he could have borne his father borrowing the money

at any rate of interest from any person but myself, who had endeavored

to supplant him--and all the rest that you can imagine. Well, from

that moment I determined to bow that man's pride, for his own sake, as

well as other people's. I thought I had done so pretty well too; but,

on my refusing to suffer the redemption--which no one can doubt that I

had a right to do--he wrote me that letter; and his lordship threw

across the table, to his solicitor, the letter which he had taken out

of the drawer, just as the other entered. It was in the form of a

note, and couched in the following terms:--

"Sir Sidney Delaware acknowledges the receipt of Lord Ashborough's

letter, formally declining to accept the offer he made to redeem the

annuity chargeable upon the estate of Emberton. The motives, excuses,

or apologies--whichever Lord Ashborough chooses to designate the

sentences that conclude his letter--were totally unnecessary, as Sir

Sidney Delaware was too well acquainted with Lord Ashborough, in days

of old, not to appreciate fully the principles on which he acts at

present.

"Emberton Park, 1st September, 18--."

"Infamous! brutal! heinous!" cried Mr. Tims. "What does your lordship

intend to do? I hope you will, without scruple, punish this man as he

deserves. I trust that, for his own sake, you will make him feel that

such ungrateful and malignant letters as that, are not to be written

with impunity--ungrateful I may well call them! for what cause could

your lordship have to write to him at all except to soften the

disappointment you conceived he would feel?"

"You say very true, Mr. Tims," replied Lord Ashborough, with a benign

smile. "You say very true, indeed; and I do think myself, in justice

to society, bound to correct such insolence, though, perhaps, I may

not be inclined to carry the chastisement quite so far as yourself."

"Nothing could be too severe for such a man!" cried Mr. Tims, resolved

to give his lordship space enough to man[oe]uvre in. "Nothing could be

too severe!"

"Nay, nay, that is saying too much," said Lord Ashborough. "We will

neither hang him, Mr. Tims, nor burn him in the hand, if you please,"

and he smiled again at his own moderation.

"A small touch of imprisonment, however, would do him a world of

good," said Mr. Tims, feeling his ground--Lord Ashborough smiled

benignly a third time. "But the mischief is," continued the lawyer,

"he pays the annuity so regularly that it would be difficult to catch

him."

"That is the reason why I say we have done wrong in refusing to allow

the redemption," rejoined the peer. "Do you not think, Mr. Tims, some

accident might occur to stop the money which he was about to borrow

for the purpose of redeeming and if we could but get him to give bills

payable at a certain day, we might have him arrested, in default?"

The lawyer shook his head. "I am afraid, my lord, if you had permitted

the redemption, the money would have been ready to the minute," he

said. "My uncle, I hear, was to have raised it for him; and, as he was

to have had a good commission, it would have been prepared to the tick

of the clock."

"And was your uncle to have lent the money himself, sir?" demanded

Lord Ashborough, with a mysterious smile of scorn. "Did your uncle

propose to give the money out of his own strongbox?"

"No, my lord, no!" replied Tims, eagerly; "no, no! He would not do

that without much higher interest than he was likely to have got. Had

he been the person, of course your lordship might have commanded him;

but it was to be raised from some gentleman connected with Messrs.

Steelyard and Wilkinson--a very respectable law house, indeed!"

"Some gentleman connected with Messrs. Steelyard and Wilkinson!"

repeated Lord Ashborough, curling his haughty lip; "and who do you

suppose that gentleman is, but my own nephew, Harry Beauchamp?"

The lawyer started off his chair with unaffected astonishment, the

expression of which was, however, instantly mastered, and down he sat

again, pondering, as fast as he could, the probable results that were

to be obtained from this very unexpected discovery. Some results he

certainly saw Lord Ashborough was prepared to deduce; and he knew that

his only plan was to wait the development thereof, assisting as much

as in him lay, the parturition of his patron's designs. But Lord

Ashborough having spoken thus far, found very little difficulty in

proceeding.

"The simple fact is this, Mr. Tims," he said; "Harry Beauchamp, full

of all the wild enthusiasm--which would have ruined his father, if we

had not got him that governorship in which he died--to my certain

knowledge has gone down to Emberton, with the full determination of

assisting these people, of whom his father was so fond. I have reason

to think even, that the coming up of that young man, the son, was at

Henry's instigation, although they affected not to know each other,

and I am told carried their dissimulation so far as to pass each other

in the hall as strangers. At all events, they went down together in a

stage-coach, and are now, beyond all doubt, laying out their plans for

frustrating all my purposes."

"Shameful, indeed!" exclaimed Mr. Tims.

"On Harry's part," replied Lord Ashborough, affecting a tone of candor

and moderation; "on Harry's part it is but a piece of boyish

enthusiasm--a touch of his father's folly. I love the boy, who,

as you know, will succeed me--when it pleases Heaven," he added,

piously,--"to remove me from this life. I love the boy, and I do not

choose to see him spend his splendid fortune, which will make a noble

addition to the family estates, upon a set of mean and designing

beggars; and I wish at once to punish them for their low and cunning

schemes, and to save my nephew from their snares. Can we not, Mr.

Tims, do you think, hit upon some plan by which this may be effected?"

"Why, my lord," replied Mr. Tims, hesitating slightly, for he was

totally unprepared either for the intelligence he had received, or the

demand that followed it; "why, my lord, your lordship's views are as

kind and generous as usual; and doubtless--doubtless we may soon

devise some means by which your lordship's nephew may be extricated

from this little entanglement--but it will, of course, require

thought--though perhaps your lordship's clear and perspicuous mind may

have already devised some project. Indeed, I can not doubt it," he

added, seeing a slight but well satisfied smile cross the features of

the noble earl. "Your lordship has so much of what Burke used to call

creative talent, that I doubt not you have already discovered the

fitting means, and only require an agent in your most devoted

servant."

"Something more, Mr. Tims, something more than a mere servant,"

replied Lord Ashborough. "I require your legal advice. We must proceed

cautiously, and not suffer either zealous indignation, or regard for

my nephew, to lead us into any thing that is not quite lawful. A

slight scheme of the matter may, indeed, have suggested itself to my

mind, but I want you to consider it well, and legalize it for me, as

well as some of the details. Could we not, I say--could we not--it is

but a supposition, you know, sir--could we not give notice to this Sir

Sidney Delaware, that we are willing to permit the redemption; and

even to give him time to pay the money, canceling, in the mean time,

the annuity deed--"

"Not before you have got the amount!" exclaimed the lawyer, in

unutterable astonishment.

"Yes, sir, before I have got the amount," replied Lord Ashborough,

phlegmatically, "but not before I have got bills or notes of hand,

payable within a certain time, and with an expressed stipulation, that

unless those are duly paid, the annuity itself holds in full force."

"Ay; but if they be paid, my lord," cried Mr. Tims, "the annuity is at

an end; and then where is your lordship?"

"But can not we find means to stop their being paid, Mr. Tims?" said

Lord Ashborough, fixing his eyes steadily upon the lawyer. "In all the

intricate chambers of your brain, I say, is there no effectual way you

can discover to stop the supplies upon which this Delaware may have

been led to reckon, and render him unable to pay the sum on the day

his bills fall due? Remember, sir, your uncle is the agent, as I am

led to believe, between this person and my nephew. Harry Beauchamp,

forsooth, has too fine notions of delicacy to offer the money in his

own person; but he is the man from whom the money is to come, and it

has been for some weeks lodged in the hands of Steelyard and

Wilkinson, his solicitors, awaiting the result--that is to say, the

whole of it except ten thousand pounds in my hands, which I have

promised to sell out for him to-morrow, and pay into their office. Are

there no means, sir, for stopping the money?"

"Plenty, plenty, my lord!" replied the lawyer. "The only difficulty

will be the choice of them. But, first, can not your lordship refuse

to pay the ten thousand?"

"That will not do," answered the peer. "I know Harry well; and his

first act would be to sell out the necessary sum to supply the

deficiency. You must devise something else."

"Let us make the bills payable at Emberton, my lord," said the

attorney; "at the house of my uncle. Mr. Beauchamp must then either

come to town for the money, or send some one to receive it; and in

either case it may be staid."

"How so?" demanded Lord Ashborough. "If he come, the matter is

hopeless. He has sold out of the army, too; so there is no chance of

his being called away there."

"Ay, but there is a little process at law going on against him, my

lord," replied the attorney, "of which he knows nothing as yet. Some

time ago, he threw the valet he had then down stairs, head foremost,

for seducing the daughter of his landlady. The fellow has since

prosecuted him for assault, and served the process upon me, whom he

employed in the affair. I am not supposed to know where he is, so that

the matter may be easily suffered to go by default; and, one way or

another, we can contrive to get him arrested for a day or two, no

doubt--especially as it is all for his own good and salvation, I may

call it."

"Certainly, certainly!" answered Lord Ashborough. "I should feel no

scruple in doing so; for no one could doubt that I am actuated alone

by the desire of keeping him from injuring himself. But suppose he

sends, Mr. Tims?"

"Why, that were a great deal better still," said the lawyer. "The only

person he could send would be his servant, Harding, who owes me the

place; and who, between you and I, my lord, might find it difficult to

keep me from transporting him to Botany Bay, if I chose it. He would

doubtless be easily prevailed upon to stop the money for a time, or

altogether, if it could be shown him that he could get clear off, and

the matter would be settled forever."

There was a tone of familiarity growing upon the lawyer, as a natural

consequence of the edifying communion which he was holding with his

patron, that rather displeased and alarmed Lord Ashborough, and he

answered quickly, "You forget yourself, sir! Do you suppose that I

would instigate my nephew's servant to rob his master?"

Mr. Peter Tims had perhaps forgot himself for the moment; but he was

one of those men that never forget themselves long; and, as crouching

was as natural to him as to a spaniel, he was instantly again as full

of humility and submission as he had been, previously to the exposé

which had morally sunk Lord Ashborough to a level with Mr. Tims. "No,

my lord, no!" he exclaimed eagerly; "far be it from me to dream for

one moment that your lordship would form such an idea. All I meant

was, that this servant might easily be induced to delay the delivery

of the money, on one pretext or another, till it be too late; and if

he abscond--which perchance he might do, for his notions concerning

property, either real or personal, are not very clearly defined--your

lordship could easily intend to make it good to Mr. Beauchamp."

"I do not know what you propose that I should easily _intend_, Mr.

Tims," replied Lord Ashborough; "but I know that it would not sound

particularly well if this man were to abscond with the money, and

there were found upon his person any authorization from me to delay

discharging his trust to his master."

"Oh, my lord, that difficulty would be easily removed," answered Mr.

Tims. "The law is very careful not to impute evil motives where good

ones can be made apparent. It will be easy to write a letter to this

man--what one may call a fishing letter--to see whether he will do

what we wish, but stating precisely that your lordship's sole purpose

and view is to save your nephew from squandering his fortune in a weak

and unprofitable manner. We can keep a copy, properly authenticated;

then, should he abscond, and be caught with the letter on him, your

lordship will be cleared; while if, on being taken, he attempt to

justify himself at your lordship's expense, the authenticated copy

will clear you still."

"That is not a bad plan," said Lord Ashborough, musing. "But what if

he draw for the money through your uncle, Mr. Tims? Do you think the

old man could be induced to detain the money, or to deny its arrival

for a day or two?"

"Why, I fear not, my lord," answered the other, shaking his head; "I

fear not--he was five-and-thirty years a lawyer, my lord, and he is

devilish cautious. But I will tell you what I can do. I can direct him

to address all his letters, on London business, under cover to your

lordship, which will save postage--a great thing in his opinion--and,

as he holds a small share of my business still, I can open all the

answers. So that we will manage it some way."

Lord Ashborough paused and mused for several minutes, for though his

mind was comparatively at ease in having found his lawyer so eager and

zealous in his co-operation, yet a certain consciousness of the many

little lets and hindrances that occur in the execution of the best

laid schemes, made him still thoughtful and apprehensive. Did you ever

knit a stocking? No! nor I either--nor Lord Ashborough, I dare say,

either. Yet we all know, that in the thousand and one stitches of

which it is composed, if a single one be missed, down goes the whole

concatenation of loops, and the matter is just where it began, only

with a raveled thread about your fingers and thumbs, which is neither

pleasant nor tidy. This consideration had some weight with the earl;

so, after thinking deeply for several minutes, he rejoined--"The

matter seems clear enough, Mr. Tims, but I will put it to yourself

whether you can carry it through successfully or not--Hear me to an

end, sir--I will on no account agree to the redemption of the annuity,

if you are not certain of being able to bring about that which we

propose. So, do not undertake it unless you can do so. If you do

undertake it, the odds stand thus--You have five hundred pounds in

addition to your fees if you be successful; but if you fail, you lose

my agency forever."

"My lord," replied Tims, who was not a man to suppose that cunning

could ever fail, "I will undertake the business and the risk. But, of

course, your lordship must give me all your excellent advice and your

powerful assistance. In the first place, you must allow me to bid my

uncle send all his letters, and direct all the answers to be sent

under cover to your lordship, and, in the next place, you must allow

me to write immediately to Harding in your name."

"Not without letting me see the letter!" exclaimed Lord Ashborough.

"But that, of course; and, if you succeed, the five hundred pounds are

yours."

"Your lordship is ever generous and kind," replied Peter Tims; "and I

will undertake to carry the matter through; but only"--and Mr.

Tims was honest for once in his life, from the fear of after

consequences--"but only I am afraid your lordship will not find the

result put this Sir Sidney Delaware so completely is your power as you

think."

"How so?" demanded Lord Ashborough, turning upon him almost fiercely.

"How so, sir? How so?"

"Why, my lord," replied Mr. Tims, in a low and humble tone, "even

suppose he is arrested, depend upon it, he will very easily find some

one to lend him the money on the Emberton estates, to take up the

bills he has given."

The earl's eye flashed, and the dark and bitter spirit in his heart

broke forth for the first time unrestrained. "Let me but have him in

prison!" he exclaimed; "let me but have him once in prison, and I will

so complicate my claims upon his pitiful inheritance, and so wring his

proud heart with degradations, that the beggar who robbed me of my

bride shall die as he has lived, in poverty and disappointment!" and

in the vehemence with which the long-suppressed passion burst forth,

he struck his hand upon the table, till the ink-glasses danced in

their stand.

Mr. Tims could understand envy, hatred, and malice, and all

uncharitableness; but he was cowed by such vehemence as that into

which the bare thought of seeing his detested rival in prison had

betrayed his noble patron. Feeling, too, that he himself was not at

all the sort of spirit to rule the whirlwind and direct the storm, he

said a few quiet words about preparing every thing, and waiting on his

lordship the next morning, and slunk away without more ado.

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