"Oh, Master Antony, ain't she a' angel!" exclaimed Mary.
This was one day during Stephen Hallett's convalescence, for from the
hour of Miriam Carr's visit, he had steadily begun to mend. He showed
no disposition, however, to take advantage of his position, and I was
not a spectator of his further interviews with Miss Carr. She looked
brighter and happier than I had seen her look for a long time, and by
degrees I learned that with his returning strength Hallett had
determined upon achieving success before he would ask her to be his
wife.
He asked her, so she told me, if he had not her to thank for the
assistance he had received, and she had confessed to the little
deception, begging him to let her help him in the future; but this he
had refused.
"No," he said; "let me be worthy of you, Miriam. I shall be happier if
I try," and she gave way, after exacting a promise from him that if he
really needed her assistance he would speak.
Hallett seemed rapidly to regain his strength now, and appeared to be
living a new life as he devoted himself heart and soul to the perfection
of his invention.
I believe that I honestly worked as hard, but, in spite of all our
efforts, nine months passed away, and still the work was not complete.
It was a pleasant time, though, and I could not help noticing the change
that had come over Miriam Carr.
Her sister's husband had given up his appointment, and was now in town,
residing with his young wife in Westmouth Street, where, about once a
fortnight, there was a meeting, when Hallett would take Linny, and Tom
Girtley, Mr Ruddle, and several of our friends would assemble.
I look back upon it as a very happy time. The old sordid feeling of my
wretched early life seemed to have dropped away, now that I was winning
my way in the world; and Hallett had told me that I was to share in his
success, even as I had shared his labours.
There was no love-making in the ordinary sense of the word, but when
Miriam Carr and Hallett met, there would be one long earnest look, a
pressure of the hand; and then--they waited. It was his wish, and she
reverenced his noble pride.
One evening we were very few at Westmouth Street; only Linny, Tom
Girtley, Mr Jabez, Hallett, and myself, when I found that there was a
surprise for me.
Tea was over, and I was just about to propose some music, when Tom
Girtley took a black bag from under one of the settees, and opening it,
drew out a packet of papers.
What was going to happen? I asked myself. Was it a marriage
settlement, or some deed of gift, or an arrangement by which Hallett was
to be forced to take what was needful to complete his work?
Neither. For at the first words uttered by Tom Girtley, I realised that
it was something to do with the half-forgotten papers brought up by Mr
Peter Rowle.
"Miss Carr wished me to enter into the business matters here, Grace," he
said; "and I should have talked to you more about it, only we thought it
better to elucidate everything first, and to make perfectly sure."
"But--" I began.
"Wait a moment," he said, in regular legal form. "This has been a very
intricate affair, and I was obliged to tread very cautiously, so as not
to alarm the enemy. Before I had been at work a fortnight, I found that
I needed the help of more experienced brains, so I consulted my
principals."
"And ran up a long bill?" I said, laughing.
"Yes, a very long one," he said, "which Miss Carr, your friend and
patroness, has paid."
"Oh, Miss Carr!" I exclaimed.
"Listen, Antony," she said, looking at me with a proud and loving look.
"Being sure, then, of our pay," said Tom Girtley, laughing, "we went to
work with the greatest of zeal, making another long bill, and for
result--after completely disentangling everything--after finding out,
without his knowing it, that the enemy was well worth powder and shot--
in short, after making the ground perfectly safe under our feet, I have
the pleasure of announcing to you, my dear fellow, that not only is
there a sum of five hundred pounds a year belonging to you in your
lawful right--"
"Five hundred!" I ejaculated.
"But the same amount, with interest and compound interest, due to you
for the past eight or nine years, and which that scoundrel Blakeford
will be obliged to refund."
"Oh!" I exclaimed, as I realised my position.
"The rascal plundered your poor father of goodness knows how much, but
of that we can get no trace. This five hundred pounds a-year, though,
and the accumulation, is as certainly yours as if you had inherited it
at once, and no judge in England can gainsay it. Let me be the first
to--"
"No!" exclaimed Miss Carr, rising; "let me, Antony, my dear boy, be the
first to congratulate you, not so much because of the amount, as that it
will give you a feeling of independence, and take away that sense of
obligation to pay your father's debts."
She took my hands in hers, and kissed me, and then, feeling giddy with
surprise, I turned away for a moment, but only to falter out something
in a disconnected way.
"Peter's delighted," cried Mr Jabez; and he took a tremendous pinch of
snuff, "I shall be turning out somebody's long-lost child myself before
long, only we are twins, and I shall have to share it."
"I am very, very glad, Antony," said Hallett, shaking hands.
"And now, if you like, Grace," continued Tom Girtley, "we will set to
work to-morrow to make that scoundrel Blakeford disgorge; and before a
fortnight is passed, if he doesn't mind, he will be cooling his heels in
prison, for I have undeniable proofs of his illegal practices. At the
very least he will be struck off the Rolls. It is utter professional
ruin."
I did not speak, for the scene seemed to change to that wretched office
once more, and I saw the black, forbidding, threatening face gazing down
into mine. I heard the harsh, bitter voice reviling my poor dead
father, and a shudder ran through me. The next moment, though, I was
dwelling on the soft sweet face of Hetty, and as I recalled the child's
many gentle, loving acts, there was a strange choking sensation at my
breast, and I walked into the little drawing-room to be alone.
"Antony, dear," said a soft, sweet voice, "you seem quite overcome."
"I shall be better directly," I said. "But, dear Miss Carr, this must
be stopped. You all meant so kindly by me, but if proceedings have
begun they must not go on."
"They have commenced, Antony, by my wishes," she said in a low voice, as
she took my hand. "Antony, my dear boy, you have always seemed to me
like a younger brother whom it was my duty to protect, and I have felt
quite a bitter hatred against this man for the wrongs he did you."
"Not wrongs," I said. "It was through him I came to know you and
Hallett."
"Yes, but he has wronged you cruelly."
"Miss Carr," I said--"let me call you sister."
"Always," she whispered, as she laid her hand upon my shoulder. "This
would be ruin and disgrace to Mr Blakeford?"
"Which he richly deserves," she said warmly.
"And it would be ruin and disgrace--"
"Yes," she said, for I had stopped--"ruin and disgrace--"
"To his poor child?"
"Hetty?"
"Yes: to the tender-hearted little girl whose bright face is the only
sunny spot in that time of sorrow. I don't know," I said passionately,
"I may be wrong. I may see her now, and the fancy be driven away, but I
feel as if I love little Hetty Blakeford with all my heart."
There was silence in the little drawing-room, where all was in shadow,
while in the larger well-lighted room the others talked in a low voice,
and as I glanced there once, and saw Linny Hallett gazing up in Tom
Girtley's face, I wondered whether Hetty Blakeford would ever look as
tenderly in mine.
It was a passing fancy, and I was brought back to the present by feeling
Miss Carr's warm lips brush my cheek.
"We will wait and see, Antony," she said gravely. "Miss Blakeford's
feelings must be spared."