THE NIGHT BEFORE
Enistor was furious when he was told how Narvaez had insulted his
daughter, for although he had little love for the girl, yet his family
pride rose up in arms against such behaviour. Don Pablo was useful to
him, as he knew a great deal about super-physical laws, which the Squire
desired to know also, and in which he was being instructed. All the same
the Spaniard had proved to be a hard master, and moreover had talked
much about the recovery of the fortune, but had done little towards
enabling it to be regained. Then again, Narvaez had been struck down in
the moment of triumph by a stronger force than any he possessed, and
that made him out to be less powerful than he claimed he was. In one
word, Enistor was beginning to consider Don Pablo to be something of a
humbug.
Certainly there were the pains to which he could subject his pupil when
he so chose. But that was, as Enistor knew, mere hypnotic suggestion and
could be nullified by an opposing will. Narvaez hitherto had possessed
the more dominating influence, but since his capabilities appeared to be
shattered by the intervention of the higher powers, it might be that he
could not inflict further hurt. The Squire wondered if he could make his
dark master suffer by taking him unawares while his forces were weak,
and determined to do so if he could, if only to be avenged for the
series of petty insults to which he had long been subjected. Why Narvaez
should behave in such a crude animal way to Alice, the girl's father
could not think. But as he had over-stepped the mark, it gave Enistor an
opportunity of becoming openly hostile. Enistor was selfish and
unscrupulous, but there was that in him which resented the treatment to
which Alice had been subjected. Perhaps the germs of good to which
Eberstein had referred were sprouting with unexpected swiftness. But be
it as it may, Enistor sought the moorland cottage breathing out fire and
fury against his former friend.
Narvaez refused to see him, and when Enistor, sternly angry, sent word
by the old housekeeper that he would break his way in and take the
consequence, he still refused. However, he improved upon his former
message by sending an intimation that he would receive the Squire on the
following afternoon. With this Enistor was fain to be content, as by
breaking in he would only cause a scandal, which for Alice's sake was
not to be thought of. The master of Tremore was a very proud man, and
could not bear to think that his family name should be made the subject
of police-court gossip. But when he returned home, he believed more than
ever that Narvaez was a fraud, as he had not even attempted to inflict
the usual pains by suggestion. The man was getting so old that he was
losing his nerve, and shortly would not be worth considering whether as
friend or foe. Having therefore lost the magician's dark assistance,
Enistor decided to try to recover the fortune in his own way.
Alice, shaken by Don Pablo's conduct, had retired early to bed and
Montrose was seated in the library with his host over after-dinner
coffee and tobacco. He was still seething with anger, but since the
Squire had taken matters into his own hands, he could do nothing but
look on. After a full discussion of the affair, Enistor insisted that it
should be shelved.
"We have talked enough about it," he said in a peremptory tone. "I
promise you that Narvaez shall not enter these doors again. To-morrow I
shall explain my opinion to him, and then he can go hang for me. With
regard to his desire to marry Alice----"
"Surely after what has taken place, sir, you would never think of any
possible marriage," cried Montrose, glowing with wrath, "let alone the
fact that you have tacitly agreed to Alice becoming my wife."
"I certainly refuse to think further of Narvaez as my son-in-law," said
the Squire stiffly, "in spite of his wealth. But as regards yourself the
possibility of your making my daughter your wife rests with you
entirely."
The young man laughed and rested his reddish-hued head against the back
of the chair. "If it rests with me the matter is soon settled," he said,
with a relieved expression in his eyes. He thought that the Squire was
talking in a remarkably sensible way.
"That depends upon how you reply to the question I am about to ask,"
said Enistor dryly. "You inherit the fortune of my sister?"
"Yes!" Douglas sat up, aware that the conversation was becoming serious.
"We have not spoken about this matter before, sir, but I would have you
know, now that the ice is broken between us, that never in any way did I
seek that fortune. It was a surprise to me when I heard the will read by
Mr. Cane."
"So I understand from Mr. Cane himself. I absolve you from
fortune-hunting, since you knew nothing of Lady Staunton's intentions.
But do you think it was quite fair of her to leave the money away from
her own family?"
"That is rather a difficult question to put to the man who has
benefited, Mr. Enistor. And let me remind you that by marrying Alice I
bring back the fortune to your family."
"I think not. Your wife benefits, but I don't."
"Both Alice and I are prepared to be your bankers," said Montrose
uneasily.
"To give me what is rightfully my own," retorted the Squire, with a
curling lip. "Thank you for nothing. No, that won't do. Until my sister
met you it was always her intention to leave the money to me, to restore
the position of our family in the county. I want the fortune you hold to
myself, as I am a poor man. It is not for a base ambition that I seek
the income, but for the sake of going into Parliament and helping to
govern. I want power, I want a great sphere to work in. Without money I
am condemned to stay in this cramped neighbourhood eating out my heart."
"I quite understand that with such ambitions you feel the need of money,
Mr. Enistor, and with Alice's permission I am willing to give you any
reasonable sum you desire to forward your aims."
Enistor did not appear to be overcome by this generous offer, or even
thankful for the same. "I take nothing as a gift and I claim my rights."
"The whole fortune of your sister?"
"Certainly! She ought to have willed it to me."
"I understood from Alice that you were quite agreeable that Lady
Staunton should do what she wished with her own," said Montrose slowly.
"I don't tell Alice everything, Montrose. I accepted my small legacy and
said nothing about the matter, as there was nothing to be done until you
came. Now," Enistor fixed his dominating gaze on Douglas, "I ask you to
let me have the money by deed of gift. In return you shall marry Alice."
"And what are we to live on?"
"I shall allow you five hundred a year."
"In return for five thousand." Montrose laughed at the boldness of the
demand. "No, sir. I cannot do what you ask."
"Then you are a fortune-hunter after all," said the Squire bitterly.
"I am not!" Douglas sprang to his feet with the hot blood making red his
cheeks. "So far as I am personally concerned I don't care for money,
although I don't deny that I am glad my days of poverty are over. But
this money has been given to me in trust to help others. I cannot be
false to my trust."
Enistor waved his hand disdainfully. "That is only a young man's talk.
Why should you help others? Let them look after themselves."
"I think differently. Dr. Eberstein has taught me differently."
"Dr. Eberstein," said the other with a sneer, "is a visionary. If you
are to be my son-in-law you must allow me to advise you."
"I have always acted on my own responsibility during life," said
Montrose sharply, "and I shall continue to do so. Dr. Eberstein knows so
much about things not of this world that I am always glad to hear what
he has to say."
"And do what he tells you."
"Certainly, in things which have to do with my spiritual welfare. But as
regards earthly affairs I take my own way. Still, I admit," ended the
young man frankly, "that in this instance Eberstein advises me to keep
the money."
"Naturally! He can do what he likes with you and the money will be
useful to him and his ambitions."
The taunt was so puerile that it failed to disturb Montrose. "Eberstein
has no ambition save to do good, and is rich enough to execute his plans
without aid from me. He cannot do what he likes with me, as you think,
although I am always willing to take his advice, which is of the best. I
am not a child, Mr. Enistor, but one who has gained experience through
bitter trials. I may add that Eberstein's teaching inculcates
self-reliance and individual judgment, so that each man may learn to
stand alone."
"He is a dreamer as you are. However I care nothing for him or his
teaching in any way. You have heard my conditions. Surrender the fortune
to me and you marry my daughter: otherwise you must leave my house and
never see Alice again. I give you three days in which to make up your
mind."
"I make it up now," said Montrose, resolute but calm. "The money I have,
and the money I keep. With or without your consent Alice shall be my
wife."
"As you please," replied the Squire, frigidly polite. "You have heard my
determination, from which I shall not swerve. In three days we can talk
about this subject again; meanwhile let things go on as usual." And the
conversation terminated in what might be called an armed neutrality.
To remain in the house on such a footing was by no means palatable to a
young hot-headed man as Douglas truly was. His first impulse was to
leave Tremore and do battle with Enistor from a distance: his second to
stay where he was and give Alice the safeguard of his presence. Should
he depart it might be that Enistor could coerce the girl into obedience,
thereby causing her unnecessary suffering. Montrose loved Alice too well
to submit her to such sorrow, so he swallowed his pride and said nothing
about the conversation. As he was sufficiently self-controlled to appear
at his ease Alice had not the faintest idea of what had taken place.
Perhaps if she had observed her father's sudden change towards her lover
from geniality to chilly politeness she might have been enlightened. But
the insolent conduct of Narvaez had made her nervously ill, and she was
too languid to take much interest in any one or anything. So matters
remained much as usual, although the visitor felt that the atmosphere of
the big house was insistently menacing and sinister. Eberstein could
have told him that the conditions heralded the breaking of a storm, but
Eberstein, watchful and silent, stayed at Perchton, saying nothing, but
thinking much.
Meanwhile Polwellin seethed with gossip. The first item had to do with
the sudden illness of Hardwick, who was said to be dying. Every one
regretted the news, as the artist was a favourite in the neighbourhood
in which he had lived so long. The doctor from Perchton came to see the
sick man, and Mr. Sparrow, always a help in time of trouble, visited the
bedside. Hardwick was grateful to see them both, but was too weak to
take much interest in either his body or his soul. He was simply fading
out of life, and things of this world were losing their interest for the
departing spirit.
The second item concerned the quarrel of Narvaez and Montrose, which had
been reported by those who witnessed it, with many additions. It was
freely stated that Montrose had threatened to murder the Spaniard for
the insult offered to Miss Enistor, and the gossips said that if he did
he would only be forestalling Job Trevel, who was equally bent upon
"doing for the foreign gentleman." It puzzled the simple villagers to
understand why Don Pablo should return to Miss Enistor, when he had left
her to philander with Rose Penwin, and arrived at the conclusion that he
was a bad lot. Nevertheless, because the stranger was rich and scattered
his money freely, there were a few who spoke in his favour. But the
majority were hostile, since the mere presence of Narvaez seemed to
irritate those he was with into quarrelling, even though there was no
cause to do so. Undoubtedly the man had an evil influence, and the
inhabitants of Polwellin would not have been displeased to see this male
Atê leave the place. Then Mr. Montrose could marry the Squire's daughter
and Job could make Rose his wife, which would mean wedding festivities
and plenty to eat and drink. In this way the gossips talked and the
rumours grew, so that shortly the whole village was infected with uneasy
fear as to what would happen. It seemed as though the influence of the
dark house on the hill had descended upon Polwellin. Perhaps it had, and
perhaps it had been guided in its descent by that man who dealt with
supernatural things in the cottage which squatted like a toad amongst
the heather.
To that same cottage Enistor repaired the next afternoon to keep his
appointment. He found Narvaez, looking older and more withered than
ever, crouching over the fire, moody, broken-up and peevish; altogether
unlike his ordinary serene self. At the first glance the Squire decided
that his master was quite helpless and sat down with a glow of pleasure
to take the upper hand. It pleased him immensely to show Narvaez that he
also had a will, that he also could bully, and that the former
relationship was now reversed. All the latent cruelty in Enistor rose to
the surface at the sight of his helpless tyrant. The late under-dog now
intended to bite and worry as the top-dog had done.
"Well, sir," said Enistor shortly, "what have you to say for yourself?"
Narvaez whimpered and crouched still lower over the fire. "I am an old
man," he moaned, "a very old man."
"An old scoundrel, you mean. How dare you insult my daughter yesterday?"
"Are you against me also? Do you want to see Montrose murder me?"
"It would serve you right if you did get murdered," snapped the Squire
with contempt; "you are of no use in the world that I can see."
"You did not think so once," muttered Don Pablo humbly.
"No! That is true. Because I believed you to be a clever man. Now I know
that you are a fraud laying claim to a power you never possessed."
"You have felt my power," snarled Narvaez savagely.
"I admit that I have. And why? Because you had a trained will which you
could concentrate to compel me to feel what you wished. That is a thing
of the past. The Great Power that laid you low the other night has
broken your will, and you are no longer able to control me."
"That is true! that is true! I have had a shock, a great shock."
"So if I put forth my will," continued the Squire mercilessly, "I could
make you endure the pains you inflicted on me when I disobeyed."
"And would you?"
"I have a mind to do so at this moment. You set the example. As you did
to me so I wish to do to you."
"I daresay." Narvaez straightened himself a trifle, and some of his old
fire sparkled in his dull eyes. "But I am not yet so feeble that I
cannot defend myself if necessary. I cannot control you, certainly, as
The Adversary has scattered and weakened my will, but I can prevent you
from hurting me."
"Well, I shall let you off this time," said Enistor, sneering, yet
wondering why he should show mercy after Don Pablo's teaching.
"Let me off! Let me off!" screamed the Spaniard fiercely. "Try, if you
dare, to measure your powers against mine, shattered as I am. I can
gather myself together again, remember; then you take care, you take
care."
Enistor felt a qualm, wondering if Narvaez was so weak as he pretended
to be. There was a look in the rekindled light of those steady eyes
which made him doubtful of his ground. Bold as he was, he felt that it
would be rash to advance, and therefore he retreated skilfully by
changing the conversation immediately. "You are wrong to think that
Eberstein struck you down the other night. It was a Higher Power."
"Who told you that?"
"Eberstein himself. It shows me how broken you are, Narvaez, when you
don't know that the man has been trying to convert me to his way of
thinking."
"Yes! Yes! I am brought very low: very low indeed," muttered Don Pablo
with a groan; "but if Eberstein tried to convert you he hasn't succeeded
very well, since it is only the remains of my power that prevent you
from giving me pain."
"I don't agree with what Eberstein says," retorted the Squire tartly.
"He talked the usual weak Christianity of benefiting one's neighbours
instead of one's self."
"Why not take his advice?" asked Narvaez, looking up with his former
keen glance. "Benefiting one's self has brought me to this. If you
follow my teaching you also may come to these depths."
"That is a strange thing for you to advise, Narvaez."
"Very strange! But I should not advise if I dreamed for one moment that
you were disposed to take the Right-hand Path. The Power of Self is too
strong for you, Enistor. Age after age it has dominated you."
"So Eberstein told me! But this time I have broken your bonds."
"Have you indeed?" said Narvaez in a strange tone, staring into the
fire. "Ah! that will please Eberstein. Of course I lose a pupil and he
gains one."
"No! I stand alone!" said Enistor proudly.
The answer seemed to satisfy Don Pablo and he chuckled. "I hope you will
be able to stand alone against Montrose, now that I cannot aid you. He
has the fortune, remember, and he will keep it."
"I have given him three days to surrender it or lose Alice for ever. And
the mention of her name," cried the Squire, lashing himself into a fury,
"makes me wonder that I don't thrash you for daring to insult her."
"No! No!" cried Narvaez, and his voice broke. "I am such an old man.
Besides I can still help you. Montrose has a secret which you can use
against him."
"What is that secret?" Enistor's hand, which he had raised to strike,
fell by his side.
"Montrose is already married."
"It's a lie!"
"Ask your young friend if it is a lie. You talk about my having insulted
your daughter, Enistor: what about the insult of a married man coming to
woo the girl in so shameless a fashion?"
The Squire frowned and was too astounded to speak for a few moments,
during which Don Pablo eyed him curiously. When he did speak it was
again to deny the truth of the amazing statement. "Beyond the fact that
Montrose will not give up the money which should be mine I have nothing
against him. He is a well-bred gentleman and----"
"Very well bred to pose as a bachelor," sneered Narvaez contemptuously.
"I don't believe it. The man is honest. You will have to prove what you
say, Narvaez. Do you hear?"
"Since you are shouting so loudly I can safely say that I do. Prove what
I say: oh, certainly. Send Montrose here to-night and I can give him
absolute proof that my statement is correct."
"I shall come with him."
"No!" said Narvaez sharply. "If you come I shall refuse to give the
proof in any way. Montrose will be convinced that I can prevent him from
marrying your daughter, and to put things straight he may be willing to
give up the money."
"Even then," cried Enistor furiously, "I can't allow him to marry Alice.
He would be a bigamist."
"That is his affair and hers," said Don Pablo cynically. "What you want
is the money."
"I do, but not at the price of seeing my daughter's life ruined."
"Pooh! What does her ruin or his matter to you? Are you bent upon
following the feeble Christianity of Eberstein?"
"Feeble! He was too strong for you the other night."
"He was not!" Narvaez raised himself to his full height and seemed to
recover a trifle of his former dominance. "I could have dealt with The
Adversary alone, but the power he summoned to his aid overwhelmed me.
However, this is not to the point." The man collapsed again into a weak
condition. "Do what I tell you about sending Montrose here at eight
o'clock this evening. I can prove that he is a married man. If you like
I can get him, through threats to expose him to Alice, to give you the
money."
"I shall deal with that," said Enistor angrily. "All you have to do is
to prove your statement. He can come alone and when he returns he shall
explain what you say. But I don't believe that he is married."
"I think Montrose will believe," chuckled Narvaez, and then waved his
thin hand. "Go now, Enistor. I am tired."
"Don't order me about in that arrogant way," shouted the Squire, "you
have not the power to do so. You will be tired enough when Montrose has
done with you, I can tell you."
"Perhaps I will. He threatened to murder me, and to keep his secret he
may do so. I don't care: this body is very old and weak. I shall be glad
to get a new one."
"To work more evil. Remember how you were warned on that night when----"
"Go away! Go away!" cried Don Pablo in a shrill voice of anger, and his
eyes flamed viciously. "I know more about the warning than you do and I
despise it. Do you hear? I despise it!" And as on the night when Alice's
soul had been loosened from its bonds of flesh he shook his fists in the
air.
Enistor did not argue any longer, but went away with a contemptuous
shrug of his shoulders. He was more than ever convinced that Narvaez had
little power left: all the same the wounded snake might strike in
hopeless rage, so it was not wise to tempt the man too far. Besides, on
his way back to Tremore, the Squire was filled with rage against Douglas
for tricking him. To think that the young scoundrel was married and yet
came down to make love to Alice. Eberstein must have known that Montrose
was not free, and yet he also had kept silent. So much for the
Christianity he professed. It was with a black face and an angry heart
that Enistor returned home. He found that Alice and her lover had gone
down to see Hardwick in Polwellin, therefore he nursed his wrath until
they returned, and it lost nothing by the delay. Even then the Squire
did not immediately attack the young man, since the girl was present.
After dinner, as he decided, he would be able to bring Montrose to book
for his monstrous behaviour.
Alice could scarcely eat and retired early from the table. Julian was at
death's door, as she told her father, and she doubted if Mrs.
Barrast--to whom she had written--would arrive in time to take a last
farewell. With the Squire's permission she returned to the dying man
accompanied by the housekeeper. Enistor did not object as he rather
liked Hardwick, and was sorry to hear that he was passing out of life at
so early an age. But he put the matter out of his mind when alone with
Montrose.
"I saw Narvaez to-day," he said abruptly. "He tells me that you are
already married, and swears that he can give proof."
Montrose sprang up almost too startled to speak. "Is he mad to say so?"
"Mad or not, he declares that such is the case. What have you to say?"
"Say? Why, such an accusation is not worth answering. I have never
looked at a woman until I met Alice. As to being married," the young man
paused with an angry, bewildered look, "the thing is preposterous," he
cried indignantly.
"Preposterous or not, Narvaez declares that if you go up to him to-night
at eight o'clock, he will give you proof."
"Oh, will he!" Montrose glanced at his watch. "It is twenty-five to
eight now. I will go at once, and shall arrive at Don Pablo's cottage
shortly after the hour he mentions. Then----"
"Well, what then?" demanded the Squire grimly.
"I'll force the lie down his throat," raged Montrose, who was quite
beside himself with anger, and, unable to speak further, he left the
room hurriedly.
"Is he or Narvaez the liar?" Enistor asked himself, but could find no
reply.