The next time that John's presence was required at the cottage was for
the signing of the very simple settlements; which, as there was nothing
or next to nothing in the power of the man to settle upon his wife,
were easy enough. He met Mr. Lynch, who was Mrs. Dennistoun's "man of
business," and a sharp London solicitor, who was for the husband.
Elinor's fortune was five thousand pounds, no more, not counting her
expectations from him, which were left out of the question. It was a
very small matter altogether, and one which the smart solicitor who was
in Mr. Compton's interest spoke of with a certain contempt, as who
should say he was not in the habit of being disturbed and brought to the
country for any such trifle. It was now August--not a time when any man
was supposed to be available for matters like these. Mr. Lynch was just
about starting for his annual holiday, but came, at no small personal
inconvenience, to do his duty by the poor girl whom he had known all his
life. John and he travelled to the cottage together, and their aspect
was not cheerful. "Did you ever hear," said Mr. Lynch, "such a piece of
folly as this--a man with no character at all? This is what it is to
leave a girl in the sole care of her mother. What does a woman know
about such things?"
"I don't think it was her mother's fault," said John, anxious to do
justice all round. "Elinor is very head-strong, and when she has made up
her mind to a thing----"
"A bit of a girl!" said Mr. Lynch, contemptuously. He was an old bachelor
and knew nothing about the subject, as the reader will perceive. "Her
mother ought never to have permitted it for a moment. She should have
put down her foot: and then Miss Elinor would soon have come to reason.
What I wonder is the ruffian's own motives? for it can't be a little bit
of money like that. Five thousand's a mere mouthful to such a man as he
is. He'll get rid of it all in a week."
"It must be tied up as tight as possible," said John.
Here Mr. Lynch faltered a little. "She has got an idea into her head,
with the intention, I don't doubt, of defrauding herself if she can. He
has got some investment for it, it appears. He is on the board of some
company--a pretty board to take in such a fellow? But the Honourable is
always something, I suppose."
John did not say the _dis_-Honourable, though it trembled on the edge of
his tongue. "But you will not permit that?" he said.
"No, no; we will not permit it," said Mr. Lynch, with an emphasis on the
negative which sounded like failing resolution.
"That would be giving the lamb to the wolf with a vengeance."
"Exactly what I said; exactly what I said. I am very glad, Mr. Tatham,
that you take the same view."
"There is but one view to be taken," said John. "He must not have the
slightest power over her money. It must be tied up as tight as the law
can do it; not that I think it of the least consequence," he added. "Of
course, he will get it all from her one way or another. Law's but a poor
barrier against a determined man."
"I'm glad you see that too," said Mr. Lynch, "and you might say a
determined woman: for she has set her mind on this, and we'll have a
nice business with her, I can see."
"A bit of a girl!" said John, with a laugh, echoing the previous
sentiment.
"That's very true," said the old lawyer; "and still I think her
mother--but I don't put any great confidence in my own power to resist
Elinor. Poor little thing, I've known her since she was _that_ high;
indeed, I may say I knew her before she was born. And you are a
relation, Mr. Tatham?"
"Third or fourth cousin."
"But still, more intimate than a person unconnected with them, and able
to speak your mind more freely. I wonder now that you never said
anything. But in family matters sometimes one is very reluctant to
interfere."
"I said everything I could say, not to offend them mortally; but I could
only tell them the common talk of society. I told my aunt he was a
scamp: but after the first shock I am not sure that she thought that was
any such bad thing. It depended upon the sense you put upon the word,
she said."
"Oh, women, women!" said Mr. Lynch. "That's their way--a reformed rake
makes the best husband. It's an old-fashioned sentiment, but it's in the
background of their minds, a sort of tradition that they can't shake
off--or else the poor fellow has had so many disadvantages, and they
think they can make it all right. It's partly ignorance and partly
vanity. But they are all the same, and their ways in the matter of
marriage are not to be made out."
"You have a great deal of experience."
"Experience--oh, don't speak of it!" said the old gentleman. "A man has
a certain idea of the value of money, however great a fool he may be,
but the women----"
"And yet they are said to stick to money, and to be respectful of it
beyond anything but a miser. I have myself remarked----"
"In small matters," said Mr. Lynch, "in detail--sixpences to railway
porters and that sort of thing--so people say at least. But a sum of
money on paper has no effect on a woman, she will sign it away with a
wave of her hand. It doesn't touch their imagination. Five pounds in her
pocket is far more than five thousand on paper, to Elinor, for instance.
I wish," cried the old gentleman, with a little spitefulness, "that this
Married Women's Property Bill would push on and get itself made law. It
would save us a great deal of trouble, and perhaps convince the world at
the last how little able they are to be trusted with property. A nice
mess they will make of it, and plenty of employment for young
solicitors," he said, rubbing his hands.
For this was before that important bill was passed, which has not had
(like so many other bills) the disastrous consequences which Mr. Lynch
foresaw.
They were met at the station by the pony carriage, and at the door by
Elinor herself, who came flying out to meet them. She seized Mr. Lynch
by both arms, for he was a little old man, and she was bigger than he
was.
"Now you will remember what I said," she cried in his ear, yet not so
low but that John heard it too.
"You are a little witch; you mustn't insist upon anything so foolish.
Leave all that to me, my dear," said Mr. Lynch. "What do you know about
business? You must leave it to me and the other gentleman, who I suppose
is here, or coming."
"He is here, but I don't care for him. I care only for you. There are
such advantages: and I do know a great deal about business; and," she
said, with her mouth close to the old lawyer's ear, "it will please Phil
so much if I show my confidence in him, and in the things with which he
has to do."
"It will not please him so much if the thing bursts, and you are left
without a penny, my dear."
Elinor laughed. "I don't suppose he will mind a bit: he cares nothing
for money. But I do," she said. "You know you always say women love
acquisition. I want good interest, and of course with Phil on it, it
must be safe for me."
"Oh, that makes it like the Bank of England, you think! but I don't
share your confidence, my pretty Elinor. I'm an old fellow. No Phil in
the world has any charm for me. You must trust me to do what I feel is
best for you. And Mr. Tatham here is quite of my opinion."
"Oh, John! he is sure to be against me," said Elinor, with an angry
glimmer in her eyes. She had not as yet taken any notice of him while
she welcomed with such warmth his old companion. And John had stood by
offering no greeting, with his bag in his hand. But when she said this
the quick feeling girl was seized with compunction. She turned from Mr.
Lynch and held out both her hands to her cousin. "John, I didn't mean
that; it is only that I am excited and cross. And don't, oh, don't go
against me," she cried.
"I never did, and never will, Elinor," he said gravely. Then he asked,
after a moment, "Is Mr. Compton here?"
"No; how could he be here? Three gentlemen in the cottage is enough to
overwhelm us already. Mr. Sharp, fortunately, can't stay," she added,
lowering her voice; "he has to be driven back to the station to catch
the last express. And it is August," she said with a laugh; "you forget
the 15th. Now, could Phil be anywhere but where there is grouse? You
shall have some to dinner to-night that fell by his gun. That should
mollify you, for I am sure you never got grouse at the cottage before
in August. Mamma would as soon think of buying manna for you to eat."
"I think it would have been more respectful, Elinor, if he had been
here. What is grouse to you?"
"Then I don't think anything of the kind," cried Elinor. "He is much
better away. And I assure you, John, I never mean to put myself in
competition with the grouse."
The old lawyer had gone into the drawing-room, where Mrs. Dennistoun was
holding parley with Mr. Sharp. Elinor and John were standing alone in
the half light of the summer evening, the sun down, the depths of the
combe below falling into faint mist, but the sunset-tinted clouds still
floating like a vapour made of roses upon the clearness of the blue
above. "Come and take a turn through the copse," said John. "They don't
want either of us indoors."
She went with a momentary reluctance and a glance back at the bow-window
of the drawing-room, from which the sound of voices issued. "Don't you
think I should be there to keep them up to the mark?" she said, half
laughing. And then, "Well, yes--as you are going to Switzerland too. I
think you might have stayed and seen me married after all, and made
acquaintance with Phil."
"I thought I should have met him here to-day, Elinor."
"Now, how could you? You know the accommodation of the cottage just as
well as I do. We have two spare rooms, and no more."
"You could have sent me out somewhere to sleep. That has been done
before now."
"Oh, John, how persistent you are, and worrying! When I tell you that
Phil is shooting, as everybody of his kind is--do you think I want him
to give up all the habits of his life? He is not like us: we adapt
ourselves: but these people parcel out their time as if they were in a
trade, don't you know? So long in London, so long abroad, and in the
Highlands for the grouse, and somewhere else for the partridges, or they
would die."
"I think he might have departed from that routine once in a way, Elinor,
for you."
"I tell you again, John, I shall never put myself in competition"--Elinor
stopped abruptly, with perhaps, he thought, a little glimmer of
indignation in her eyes. "I hate women who do that sort of thing," she
cried. "'Give up your cigar--or me,' as I've heard girls say. Such an
unworthy thing! When one accepts a man one accepts him as he stands,
with all his habits. What should I think of him if he said, 'Give up
your tea--or me!' I should laugh in his face and throw him overboard
without a pause."
"You would never look at tea again as long as you lived if he did not
like it; I suppose that is what you mean, Elinor?"
"Perhaps if I found that out, afterwards; but to be given the choice
beforehand, never! After all, you don't half know me, John."
"Perhaps not," he said, gravely. They had left the garden behind in
its blaze of flowers, and strayed off into the subdued twilight of the
copse, where everything was in a half tone of greenness and shadow and
waning light. "There are always new lights arising on a many-sided
creature like you--and that makes one think. Do you know you are not at
all the person to take a great disappointment quietly, if that should
happen to come to you in your life?"
"A great disappointment?" she said, looking up at him with a wondering
glance. Then he thought the colour paled a little in her face. "No," she
said, "I don't suppose I should take it quietly. Who does?"
"Oh, many people--people with less determination and more patience than
you. You are not very patient by nature, Elinor."
"I never said I was."
"And though no one would give up more generously, as a voluntary matter,
you could not bear being made a nonentity of, or put in a secondary
place."
"I should not like it, I suppose."
"You would give everything, flinging it away; but to have all your
sacrifices taken for granted, your tastes made of no account----"
There was no doubt now that she had grown pale. "May I ask what all
these investigations into my character mean? I never was so anatomized
before."
"It was only to say that you are not a good subject for this kind of
experiment, Elinor. I don't see you putting up with things, making the
best of everything, submitting to have your sense of right and wrong
outraged perhaps. Some women would not be much disturbed by that. They
would put off the responsibility and feel it their duty to accept
whatever was put before them. But you--it would be a different matter
with you."
"I should hope so, if I was ever exposed to such dangers. But now may
I know what you are driving at, John, for you have some meaning in what
you say!"
He took her hand and drew it through his arm. He was in more moved than
he wished to show. "Only this, Elinor,"--he said.
"Oh, John, will you never call me Nelly any more?"
"Only this, Nelly, my little Nelly, never mine again--and that never was
mine, except in my silly thought. Only this: that if you have the least
doubt, the smallest flutter of an uncertainty, just enough to make you
hold your breath for a moment, oh, my dear girl, stop! Don't go on with
it; pause until you can make sure."
"John!" she forced her arm from his with an indignant movement. "Oh, how
do you dare to say it?" she said. "Doubt of Mr. Compton! Uncertainty
about Phil!" She laughed out, and the echo seemed to ring into all the
recesses of the trees. "I would be much more ready to doubt myself," she
said.
"Doubt yourself; that is what I mean. Think if you are not deceiving
yourself. I don't think you are so very sure as you believe you are,
Nelly. You don't feel so certain----"
"Do you know that you are insulting me, John? You say as much as that I
am a fool carried away by a momentary enthusiasm, with no real love, no
true feeling in me, tempted, perhaps, as Mrs. Hudson thinks, by the
Honourable!" Her lip quivered, and the fading colour came back in a rush
to her face. "It is hard enough to have a woman like that think it, who
ought to know better, who has always known me--but you, John!"
"You may be sure, Elinor, that I did not put it on that ground."
"No, perhaps: but on ground not much more respectful to me--perhaps that
I have been fascinated by a handsome man, which is not considered
derogatory. Oh, John, a girl does not give herself away on an argument
like that. I may be hasty and self-willed and impatient, as you say; but
when you--love!" Her face flushed like a rose, so that even in the grey
of the evening it shone out like one of the clouds full of sunset that
still lingered on the sky. A few quick tears followed, the natural
consequence of her emotion. And then she turned to him with the ineffable
condescension of one farther advanced in life stooping sweetly to his
ignorance. "You have not yet come to the moment in your experience when
you can understand that, dear John."
Oh, the insight and the ignorance, the knowledge and the absence of all
perception! He, too, laughed out, as she had done, with a sense of the
intolerable ridicule and folly and mistake. "Perhaps that's how it is,"
he said.
Elinor looked at him gravely, in an elder-sisterly, profoundly-investigating
way, and then she took his arm quietly and turned towards home. "I shall
forget what you have said, and you will forget that you ever said it;
and now we will go home, John, and be just the same dear friends as
before."
"Will you promise me," he said, "that whatever happens, without pride,
or recollection of what I've been so foolish as to say, in any need
or emergency, or whenever you want anything, or if you should be in
trouble--trouble comes to everybody in this life--you will remember what
you have said just now, and send for your cousin John?"
Her whole face beamed out in one smile, she clasped her other hand
round his arm; "I should have done it without being asked, without ever
doubting for a moment, because it was the most natural thing in the
world. Whom should I turn to else if not to my dear old---- But call me
Nelly, John."
"Dear little Nelly!" he said with faltering voice, "then that is a
bargain."
She held up her cheek to him, and he kissed it solemnly in the shadow of
the little young oak that fluttered its leaves wistfully in the breeze
that was getting up--and then very soberly, saying little, they walked
back to the cottage. He was going abroad for his vacation, not saying to
himself even that he preferred not to be present at the wedding, but
resigning himself to the necessity, for it was not to be till the middle
of September, and it would be breaking up his holiday had he to come
back at that time. So this little interview was a leave-taking as well
as a solemn engagement for all the risks and dangers of life. The pain
in it, after that very sharp moment in the copse, was softened down into
a sadness not unsweet, as they came silently together from out of the
shadow into the quiet hemisphere of sky and space, which was over the
little centre of the cottage with its human glimmer of fire and lights.
The sky was unusually clear, and among those soft, rose-tinted clouds of
the sunset, which were no clouds at all, had risen a young crescent of a
moon, just about to disappear, too, in the short course of one of her
earliest nights. They lingered for a moment before they went indoors.
The depth of the combe was filled with the growing darkness, but the
ridges above were still light and softly edged with the silver of the
moon, and the distant road, like a long, white line, came conspicuously
into sight, winding for a little way along the hill-top unsheltered,
before it plunged into the shadow of the trees--the road that led into
the world, by which they should both depart presently to stray into such
different ways.