A telegram had been received in the morning, which kept Valetta and
Fergus on the qui vive all day. Valetta was an unspeakable worry to the
patient Miss Vincent, and Fergus arranged his fossils and minerals.
Both children flew out to meet their father at the gate, but words
failed them as he came into the house, greeted the aunts, and sat down
with Fergus on his knee, and Valetta encircled by his arm.
‘Yes, Lilias is quite well, very busy and happy--with her first
instalment of children.’
‘I am so thankful that you are come,’ said Adeline. ‘Jane ventured to
augur that you would, but I thought it too much to hope for.’
‘There was no alternative,’ said Sir Jasper.
‘I infer that you halted at Avoncester.’
‘I did so; I saw the poor boy.’
‘What a comfort for his sister!’
‘Poor fellow! Mine was the first friendly face he had seen, and he was
almost overcome by it’--and the strong face quivered with emotion at the
recollection of the boy’s gratitude.
‘He is a nice fellow,’ said Jane. ‘I am glad you have seen him, for
neither Mr. White nor Rotherwood can believe that he is not utterly
foolish, if not worse.’
‘A boy may do foolish things without being a fool,’ said Sir Jasper.
‘Not that this one is such another as his father. I wish he were.’
‘I suppose he has more of the student scholarly nature.’
‘Yes. The enlistment, which was the making of his father, was a sort of
moral suicide in him. I got him to tell me all about it, and I find that
the idea of the inquest, and of having to mention you, you monkey, drove
him frantic, and the dismissal completed the business.’
‘I told them about it,’ said Fergus.
‘Quite right, my boy; the pity was that he did not trust to your honour,
but he seems to have worked himself into the state of mind when young
men run amuck. I saw his colonel, Lydiard, and the captain and sergeant
of his company, who had from the first seen that he was a man of a
higher class under a cloud, and had expected further inquiry, though,
even from the little that had been seen of him, there was a readiness
to take his word. As the sergeant said, he was not the common sort of
runaway clerk, and it was a thousand pities that he must go to the civil
power--in which I am disposed to agree. What sort of man is the cousin
at the marble works?’
‘A regular beast,’ murmured Fergus.
‘I think,’ said Jane, ‘that he means to be good and upright.’
‘More than means,’ said Ada, ‘but he is cautious, and says he has been
so often deceived.’
‘As far as I can understand,’ said Jane, ‘there was originally desperate
enmity between him and his cousin.’
‘He forgave entirely,’ said Ada; ‘and he really has done a great deal
for the family, who own that they have no claim upon him.’
‘Yes,’ said Jane, ‘but from a distance, with no personal knowledge, and
a contempt for the foreign mother, and the pretensions to gentility. He
would have been far kinder if his cousin had remained a sergeant.’
‘He only wished to try them,’ said Adeline, ‘and he always meant to come
and see about them; besides, that eldest son has been begging of him on
false pretences all along.’
‘That I can believe,’ said Sir Jasper. ‘I remember his father’s
distress at his untruth in the regimental school, and his foolish mother
shielding him. No doubt he might do enough to cause distrust of his
family; but has Mr. White actually never gone near them, as Gillian told
me?’
‘Excepting once walking Maura home,’ said Jane, ‘no; but I ascribe all
that to the partner, Mr. Stebbing, who has had it all his own way here,
and seems to me to have systematically kept Alexis down to unnecessarily
distasteful drudgery. Kalliope’s talent gave her a place; but young
Stebbing’s pursuit of her, though entirely unrequited, has roused his
mother’s bitter enmity, and there are all manner of stories afloat. I
believe I could disprove every one of them; but together they have
set Mr. White against her, and he cannot see her in her office, as her
mother is too ill to be left. I do believe that if the case against
Alexis is discharged, they will think she has the money.’
‘Stebbing said Maura changed a five-pound note,’ put in Fergus; ‘and
when I told him to shut up, for it was all bosh, he punched me.’
I hope Richard sent it’ said Ada, ‘but you see the sort of report that
is continually before Mr. White--not that I think he believes half, or
is satisfied--with the Stebbings.’
‘I am sure he is not with Frank Stebbing,’ said Jane. ‘I do think and
hope that he is only holding off in order to judge; and I think your
coming may have a great effect upon him, Jasper.’
The Rotherwoods had requested Sir Jasper to use their apartments at
the hotel, and he went thither to dress, being received, as he said, by
little Lady Phyllis with much grace and simplicity.
The evening passed brightly, and when the children were gone to bed,
their father said rather anxiously that he feared the aunts had had a
troublesome charge hastily thrust on them.
‘We enjoyed it very much,’ said Adeline politely.
‘We were thankful to have a chance of knowing the young people,’ added
Jane. ‘I am only glad you did not come home at Christmas, when I was not
happy about the two girls.’
‘Yes, Valetta got into trouble and wrote a piteous little letter of
confession about copying.’
‘Yes, but you need not be uneasy about that; it was one of those lapses
that teach women without any serious loss. She did not know what she was
about, and she told no falsehoods; indeed, each one of your children has
been perfectly truthful throughout.’
‘That is the great point, after all. Lilias could hardly fail to make
her children true.’
‘Fergus is really an excellent little boy, and Gillian--poor Gillian--I
think she really did want more experience, and was only too innocent.’
‘That is what you really think,’ said the father anxiously.
‘Yes, I do,’ said Jane. ‘If she had been a fast girl, she would have
been on her guard against the awkward situation, and have kept out of
this mess; but very likely would have run into a worse one.’
‘I do not think that her elder sisters would have done like her.’
‘Perhaps not; but they were living in your regimental world at the age
when her schoolroom life was going on. I think you have every reason to
be satisfied with her tone of mind. As you said of the boy, a person may
commit an imprudence without being imprudent.’
‘I quite agree to that,’ he said, ‘and, indeed, I see that you have
managed her most wisely, and obtained her affection and gratitude, as
indeed you have mine!’ he added, with a tone in his voice that touched
Jane to the core of her heart.
‘I never heard anything like it before,’ she said to her sister over
their fire at night, with a dew of pleasure in her eyes.
‘I never liked Jasper so well before. He is infinitely pleasanter and
more amiable. Do you remember our first visit? No, it was not you who
went with me, it was Emily. I am sure he felt bound to be on guard
all the time against any young officer’s attentions to his poor little
sister-in-law,’ said Ada, with her Maid-of-Athens look. ‘The smallest
approach brought those hawk’s eyes of his like a dart right through
one’s backbone. It all came back to me to-night, and the way he used to
set poor Lily to scold me.’
‘So that you rejoiced to be grown old. I beg your pardon, but I did. My
experience was when I went to help Lily pack for foreign service, when I
suppose my ferret look irritated him, for he snubbed me extensively, and
I am sure he rejoiced to carry his wife out of reach of all the tribe. I
dare say I richly deserved it, but I hope we are all “mellered down,” as
Wat Greenwood used to say of his brewery for the pigs.’
‘My dear, what a comparison!’
‘Redolent of the Old Court, and of Lily, waiting for her swan’s nest
among the reeds, till her stately warrior came, and made her day
dreams earnest in a way that falls to the lot of few. I don’t think his
severity ever dismayed her for a moment, there was always such sweetness
in it.
‘True knight and lady! Yes. He is grown handsomer than ever, too!’
‘I hope he will get those poor children out of their hobble! It is
chivalrous enough of him to come down about it, in the midst of all his
business in London.’
Sir Jasper started the next morning with Fergus on his way to school,
getting on the road a good deal of information, mingled together about
forms and strata, cricket and geology. Leaving his little son at Mrs.
Edgar’s door, he proceeded to Ivinghoe Terrace, where he waited long
at the blistered door of the dilapidated house before the little maid
informed him that Mr. Richard was gone out, and missus was so ill that
she didn’t know as Miss White could see nobody; but she took his card
and invited him to walk into the parlour, where the breakfast things
were just left.
Down came Kalliope, with a wan face and eyes worn with sleeplessness,
but a light of hope and gratitude flashing over her features as she met
the kind eyes, and felt the firm hand of her father’s colonel, a sort of
king in the eyes of all Royal Wardours.
‘My poor child,’ he said gently, ‘I am come to see if I can help you.’
‘Oh! so good of you,’ and she squeezed his hand tightly, in the effort
perhaps not to give way.
‘I fear your mother is very ill.’
‘Very ill,’ said Kalliope. ‘Richard came last night, and he let her know
what we had kept from her; but she is calmer now.’
‘Then your brother Richard is here.’
‘Yes; he is gone up to Mr. White’s.’
‘He is in a solicitor’s office, I think. Will he be able to undertake
the case?’
‘Oh no, no’--the white cheek flushed, and the hand trembled. ‘There is a
Leeds family here, and he is afraid of their finding out that he has any
connection with this matter. He says it would be ruin to his prospects.’
‘Then we must do our best without him,’ Sir Jasper said in a fatherly
voice, inexpressively comforting to the desolate wounded spirit. ‘I
will not keep you long from your mother, but will you answer me a few
questions? Your brother tells me--’
She looked up almost radiantly, ‘You have seen him?’
‘Yes. I saw him yesterday,’ and as she gazed as if the news were water
to a thirsty soul--‘he sent his love, and begged his mother and you to
forgive the distress his precipitancy has caused. I did not think him
looking ill; indeed, I think the quiet of his cell is almost a rest to
him, as he makes sure that he can clear himself.’
‘Oh, Sir Jasper! how can we ever be grateful enough!’
‘Never mind that now, only tell me what is needful, for time is short.
Your brother sent these notes in their own envelope, he says.’
‘Yes, a very dirty one. I did not open it or see them, but enclosed it
in one of my own, and sent it by my youngest brother, Petros.’
‘How was yours addressed?’
‘Francis Stebbing, Esq., Marble Works; and I put in a note in
explanation.’
‘Is the son’s name likewise Francis?’
‘Francis James.’
‘Petros delivered it?’
‘Yes, certainly.’
Here they were interrupted by Maura’s stealing timidly in with the
message that poor mamma had heard that Sir Jasper was here, and would he
be so very good as to come up for one minute and speak to her.
‘It is asking a great deal,’ said Kalliope, ‘but it would be very kind,
and it might ease her mind.’
He was taken to the poor little bedroom full of oppressive atmosphere,
though the window was open to relieve the labouring breath. It seemed
absolutely filled with the enormous figure of the poor dropsical woman
with white ghastly face, sitting pillowed up, incapable of lying down.
‘Oh, so good! so angelic!’ she gasped.
‘I am sorry to see you so ill, Mrs. White.’
‘Ah! ‘tis dying I am, Colonel Merrifield--begging your pardon, but the
sight of you brings back the times when my poor captain was living,
and I was the happy woman. ‘Tis the thought of my poor orphans that is
vexing me, leaving them as I am in a strange land where their own flesh
and blood is unnatural to them,’ she cried, trying to clasp her swollen
hands, in the excitement that brought out the Irish substructure of her
nature. ‘Ah, Colonel dear, you’ll bear in mind their father that would
have died for you, and be good to them.’
‘Indeed, I hope to do what I can for them.’
‘They are good children, Sir Jasper, all of them, even the poor boy that
is in trouble out of the very warmth of his heart; but ‘tis Richard
who would be the credit to you, if you would lend him the helping hand.
Where is the boy, Kally?’
‘He is gone to call on Mr. White.’
‘Ah! and you’ll say a good word for him with his cousin,’ she pleaded,
‘and say how ‘tis no discredit to him if things are laid on his poor
brother that he never did.’
The poor woman was evidently more anxious to bespeak patronage for her
first-born, the pride and darling of her heart, than for those who might
be thought to need it more, but she became confused and agitated when
she thought of Alexis, declaring that the poor boy might have been
hasty, and have disgraced himself, but it was hard, very hard, if they
swore away his liberty, and she never saw him more, and she broke into
distressing sobs. Sir Jasper, in a decided voice, assured her that he
expected with confidence that her son would be freed the next day, and
able to come to see her.
‘It’s the blessing of a dying mother will be on you, Colonel dear! Oh!
bring him back, that his mother’s eyes may rest on the boy that has
always been dutiful. No--no, Dick, I tell you ‘tis no disgrace to wear
the coat his father wore.’ Wandering was beginning, and she was in no
condition for Kalliope to leave her. The communicative Maura, who went
downstairs with him, said that Richard was so angry about Alexis that
it had upset poor mamma sadly. And could Alexis come?’ she asked, ‘even
when he is cleared?’
‘I will ask for furlough for him.’
‘Oh! thank you--that would do mamma more good than anything. She is so
fond of Richard, he is her favourite, but Alexis is the real help and
comfort.’
‘I can quite believe so. And now will you tell me where I shall find
your brother who took the letter, Peter or Petros?’
‘Petros is his name, but the boys call him Peter. He is at school--the
Bellevue National School--up that street.’
Repairing to that imposing building, Sir Jasper knocked at the door, and
sent in his card by an astonished pupil-teacher with a request to the
master that he might speak to Petros White, waiting in the porch till
a handsome little fellow appeared, stouter, rosier, and more English
looking than the others of his family, but very dusty, and rather
scared.
‘You don’t remember me,’ said Sir Jasper, ‘but I was your father’s
colonel, and I want to find some way of helping your brother. Your
sister tells me she gave you a letter to carry to Mr. Stebbing.’
‘Yes, sir.’
‘Where did you take it?’
‘To his house, Carrara.’
‘Was it not directed to the Marble Works?’
‘Yes, but--’
‘But what? Speak out, my man.’
‘At the gate Blake, the porter, was very savage, and would not let us
in. He said he would have no boys loafing about, we had done harm enough
for one while, and he would set his dog at us.’
‘Then you did not give him the letter?’
‘No. I wouldn’t after the way he pitched into me. I didn’t know if he
would give it. And he wouldn’t hear a word, so we went up to Rockstone
to the house.’
‘Whom did you give it to there?’
‘I dropped it into the slit in the door.’
‘You only told your sister that you delivered it.’
‘Yes, sir. Theodore said I must not tell sister; it would only vex her
more to hear how every one pitches into us, right and left,’ he said,
with trembling lip.
‘Is Theodore your next brother?’
‘Yes sir.’
‘Was he with you?’
‘No; it was Sydney Grove.’
‘Is he here? Or--Did any one else see you leave the letter?’
‘Mr. Stebbing’s son--the young one, George, was in the drive and slanged
us for not going to the back door.’
‘That is important. Thank you, my boy. Give my--my compliments to your
master, and ask him to be kind enough to spare this Sydney Grove to me
for a few moments.’
This proved to be an amphibious-looking boy, older and rougher than
Petros, and evidently his friend and champion. He was much less shy,
and spoke out boldly, saying how he had gone with little Peter, and the
porter had rowed them downright shameful, but it was nothing to that
there young Stebbing ordering them out of the grounds for a couple of
beastly cads, after no good. He (Grove) had a good mind to ha’ give ‘un
a good warming, only ‘twas school time, and they was late as it was.
Everybody was down upon the Whites, and it was a shame when they hadn’t
done nothing, and he didn’t see as they was stuck up, not he.
Sir Jasper made a note of Master Grove’s residence, and requested an
interview with the master, from whom he obtained an excellent character
of both the Whites, especially Theodore. The master lamented that this
affair of their brother should have given a handle against them, for
he wanted the services of the elder one as a monitor, eventually as a
pupil-teacher, but did not know whether the choice would be advisable
under the present circumstances. The boys’ superiority made them
unpopular, and excited jealousy among a certain set, though they were
perfectly inoffensive, and they had much to go through in consequence of
the suspicion that had fallen on their brother. Petros and Sydney should
have leave from school whenever their testimony was wanted.
As Sir Jasper walked down the street, his elder sister-in-law emerged
from a tamarisk-flanked gateway. ‘This is our new abode, Jasper,’ she
said. ‘Come in and see what you think of it! Well, have you had any
success?’
He explained how the letter could be traced to Mr. Stebbing’s house, and
then consulted her whether to let all come out at the examination before
the magistrates, or to induce the Stebbings to drop the prosecution.
‘It would serve them right if it all came out in public,’ she said.
‘But would it be well?’
‘One must not be vindictive! And to drag poor Kalliope to Avoncester
would be a dreadful business in her mother’s state. Besides, Frank
Stebbing is young, and it may be fair to give them a chance of hushing
it up. I ought to be satisfied with clearing Alexis.’
‘Then I will go to the house. When shall I be likely to find Mr.
Stebbing!’
‘Just after luncheon, I should say.’
‘And shall I take the lawyer?’
‘I should say not. If they hope to keep the thing secret, they will be
the more amenable, but you should have the two boys within reach. Let
us ask for them to come up after their dinner to Beechcroft. No, it must
not be to dinner. Petros must not be sent to the kitchen, and Ada would
expire if the other came to us! Now, do you like to see your house? Here
is Macrae dying to see you.’
The old soldier had changed his quarters too often to be keenly
interested in any temporary abode, provided it would hold the requisite
amount of children, and had a pleasant sitting-room for his Lily, but
he inspected politely and gratefully, and had a warmly affectionate
interview with Macrae, who had just arrived with a great convoy of
needfuls from Silverfold, and who undertook to bring up and guard the
two boys from any further impertinences that might excite Master Grove’s
pugnacity.
It was a beautiful day, of the lamb-like entrance weather of March, and
on the way home Miss Adeline was met taking advantage of the noontide
sunshine to exchange her book at the library, ‘where,’ she said, ‘I
found Mr. White reading the papers, so I asked him to meet Jasper at
luncheon, thinking that may be useful.’
If Sir Jasper would rather have managed matters by himself, he forebore
to say so, and he got on very well with Mr. White on subjects of
interest, but, to the ladies’ vexation, he waited to be alone before
he began, ‘I have come down to see what can be done for this poor young
man, Mr. White, a connection of yours, I believe.
‘A bad business, Sir Jasper, a bad business.’
‘I am sorry to hear you say so. I have seen a great deal of service with
his father, and esteemed him very highly--’
‘Ay, ay, very likely. I had a young man’s differences with my cousin,
as lads will fall out, but there was the making of a fine fellow in him.
But it was the wife, bringing in that Greek taint, worse even than
the Italian, so that there’s no believing a word out of any of their
mouths.’
‘Well, the schoolmaster has just given me a high character of the
younger one, for truthfulness especially.’
‘All art, Sir Jasper, all art. They are deeper than your common English
sort, and act it out better. I’ll just give you an instance or two. That
eldest son has been with me just now, a smart young chap, who swears he
has been keeping his mother all this time--he has written to me often
enough for help to do so. On the other hand, the little sister tells
me, “Mamma always wants money to send to poor Richard.” Then again, Miss
Mohun assures me that the elder one vows that she never encouraged Frank
Stebbing for a moment, and to his mother’s certain knowledge she is
keeping up the correspondence.’
‘Indeed,’ said Sir Jasper. ‘And may I ask what is your opinion as to
this charge? I never knew a young man enlist with fifteen pounds in his
pocket.’
‘Spent it by the way, sir. Ran through it at billiards. Nothing more
probable; it is the way with those sober-looking lads when something
upsets them. Then when luck went against him, enlisted out of despair.
Sister, like all women, ready to lie through thick and thin to save him,
most likely even on oath.’
‘However,’ said Sir Jasper, ‘I can produce independent witness that the
youngest boy set off with the letter for the office, and the porter not
admitting him, carried it to the house.’
‘What became of it then?’
‘Mr. Stebbing will have to answer that. I propose to lay the evidence
before him in his own house, so that he may make inquiry, and perhaps
find it, and drop the prosecution. Will you come with me?’
‘Certainly, Sir Jasper. I should be very glad to think as you do. I came
prepared to act kindly by these children, the only relations I have in
the world; but I confess that what I have seen and heard has made me
fear that they, at least the elder ones, are intriguing and undeserving.
I should be glad of any proof to the contrary.’
Carrara was not far off, and they were just in time to catch Mr.
Stebbing in his arm-chair, looking over his newspaper, before repairing
to his office. Mrs. Stebbing stood up, half-flattered, half-fluttered,
at the call of this stately gentleman, and was scarcely prepared to hear
him say--
‘I have come down about this affair of young White’s. His father was my
friend and brother-officer, and I am very anxious about him.’
‘I have been greatly disappointed in those young people, Sir Jasper,’
said Mr. Stebbing uneasily.
‘I understand that you are intending to prosecute Alexis White for the
disappearance of the fifteen pounds he received on behalf of the firm.’
‘Exactly so, Sir Jasper. There’s no doubt that the carter, Field, handed
it to him; he acknowledges as much, but he would have us believe that
after running away with it, he returned it to his sister to send to me.
Where is it? I ask.’
‘Yes,’ put in Mrs. Stebbing, ‘and the girl, the little one, changed a
five-pound note at Glover’s.’
‘I can account for that,’ said Mr. White, with somewhat of an effort. ‘I
gave her one for her sister, and charged them not to mention it.’
He certainly seemed ashamed to mention it before those who accounted it
a weakness; and Sir Jasper broke the silence by proposing to produce his
witnesses.
‘Really, Sir Jasper, this should be left for the court,’ said Mr.
Stebbing.
‘It might be well to settle the matter in private, without dragging Miss
White into Avoncester away from her dying mother.’
‘Those things are so exaggerated,’ said the lady.
‘I have seen her,’ said Sir Jasper gravely.
‘May I ask who these witnesses are?’ demanded Mr. Stebbing.
‘Two are waiting here--the messenger and his companion. Another is your
porter at the marble works, and the fourth is your youngest son.’
This caused a sensation, and Mrs. Stebbing began--
‘I am sure I can’t tell what you mean, Sir Jasper.’
‘Is he in the house?’
‘Yes; he has a bad cold.’
Mrs. Stebbing opened the door and called ‘George,’ and on the boy’s
appearance, Sir Jasper asked him--
‘Do you remember the morning of the 17th of last month--three days after
the accident? I want to know whether you saw any one in the approach to
the house.’
‘I don’t know what day it was,’ said the boy, somewhat sulkily.
‘You did see some one, and warned them off!’
‘I saw two little ca--two boys out of the town on the front door steps.’
‘Did you know them?’
‘No--that is to say, one was a fisherman’s boy.’
‘And the other?’
‘I thought he belonged to the lot of Whites.’
‘Should you know them again?’
‘I suppose so.’
‘Will you excuse me, and I will call them into the hall?’ said Sir
Jasper.
This was effected, and Master George had to identify the boys, after
which Sir Jasper elicited that Petros had seen the dirty envelope
come out of his brother’s letter, and that his sister had put it into
another, which she addressed as he described, and gave into his charge
to deliver. Then came the account of the way he had been refused
admittance by the porter.
‘Why didn’t you give him the letter?’ demanded Mr. Stebbing.
‘Catch us,’ responded Sydney Grove, rejoiced at the opportunity, ‘when
what we got was, “Get out, you young rascals!”’
Petros more discreetly added--
‘My sister wanted it to be given to Mr. Stebbing, so we went up to the
house to wait for him, but it got late for school, and I saw the postman
drop the letters into the slit in the door, so I thought that would be
all right.’
‘Did you see him do so?’ asked Sir Jasper of the independent witness.
‘Yes, sir, and he there’--pointing to George--‘saw it too, and--’
‘Did you?’
‘Ay, and thought it like their impudence.’
‘That will do, my boys,’ said Sir Jasper. ‘Now run away.’
Mr. White put something into each paw as the door was opened and the
pair made their exit.
If Sir Jasper acted as advocate, Mr. White seemed to take the position
of judge.
‘There can be no doubt,’ he said, ‘that the letter containing the notes
reached this house.’
‘No,’ said Mr. Stebbing hotly. ‘Why was I not told? Who cleared the
letter-box?’
It was the page’s business, but to remember any particular letter on any
particular day was quite beyond him, and he only stared wildly and said,
‘Dun no,’ on which he was dismissed to the lower regions.
‘The address was “Francis Stebbing, Esq.,”’ said Sir Jasper
meditatively, perhaps like a spider pulling his cord. ‘Francis--your
son’s name. Can he--’
‘Mr. White, I’ll thank you to take care what you say of my son!’
exclaimed Mrs. Stebbing; but there was a blank look of alarm on the
father’s face.
‘Where is he?’ asked Mr. White.
‘He may be able to explain’--courtesy and pity made the General add.
‘No, no,’ burst out the mother. ‘He knows nothing of it. Mr. Stebbing,
can’t you stand up for your own son?’
‘Perhaps,’ began the poor man, his tone faltering with a terrible
anxiety, but his wife exclaimed hastily--
‘He never saw nor heard of it. I put it in the fire.’
There was a general hush, broken by Mr. Stebbing saying slowly--
‘You--put--it--in--the--fire.’
‘Yes; I saw those disreputable-looking boys put it into the box. I
wasn’t going to have that bold girl sending billy-doos on the sly to my
son.’
‘Under these circumstances,’ drily said Sir Jasper, ‘I presume that you
will think it expedient to withdraw the prosecution.’
‘Certainly, certainly,’ said Mr. Stebbing, in the tone of one delivered
from great alarm. ‘I will write at once to my solicitor at Avoncester.’
Then turning on his wife, ‘How was it that I never heard this before,
and you let me go and make a fool of myself?’
‘How was I to know, Mr. Stebbing? You started off without a word to me,
and all you told me when you came back was that the young man said he
had posted the letter to his sister. I should like to know why he could
not send it himself to the proper place!’
‘Well, Mrs. Stebbing,’ said her husband, ‘I hope it will be a lesson to
you against making free with other people’s letters.’
She tossed her head, and was about to retire, when Sir Jasper said--
‘Before leaving us, madam, in justice to my old friend’s daughter,
I should be much obliged if you would let me know your grounds for
believing the letter to be what you say.’
‘Why--why, Sir Jasper, it has been going on this year or more! She has
perfectly infatuated the poor boy.’
‘I am not asking about your son’s sentiments but can you adduce any
proof of their being encouraged!’
‘Sir Jasper! a young man doesn’t go on in that way without
encouragement.’
‘What encouragement can you prove?’
‘Didn’t I surprise a letter from her--?’
‘Well’--checked the tone of triumphant conviction.
‘A refusal, yes, but we all know what that means, and that there must
have been something to lead to it’--and as there was an unconvinced
silence--‘Besides--oh, why, every one knew of her arts. You did, Mr.
Stebbing, and of poor Frank’s infatuation. It was the reason of her
dismissal.’
‘I knew what you told me, Mrs. Stebbing,’ he answered grimly, not at all
inclined to support her at this moment of anger. ‘I am sure I wish I
had never listened to you. I never saw anything amiss in the girl’s
behaviour, and they are all at sixes and sevens without her at the
mosaic work--though she is only absent from her mother’s illness at
present.’
‘You! of course she would not show her goings on before you, said the
lady.
‘Is Master Frank in the house?’ put in Mr. White; ‘I should like to put
the question before him.’
‘You can’t expect a young man to make mortifying admissions,’ exclaimed
the mother, and as she saw smiles in answer she added, ‘Of course, the
girl has played the modest and proper throughout! That was her art, to
draw him on, till he did not know what he was about.’
‘Setting aside the supposed purpose,’ said Sir Jasper, ‘you admit, Mrs.
Stebbing, that of your own knowledge, Miss White has never encouraged
your son’s attentions.’
‘N--no; but we all know what those girls are.’
‘Fatherless and unprotected,’ said Sir Jasper, ‘dependent on their
own character and exertion, and therefore in especial need of kind
construction. Good morning, Mrs. Stebbing; I have learnt all that I wish
to know.’
Overpowered, but not convinced, Mrs. Stebbing saw her visitors depart.
‘And I hope her husband will give it to her well,’ said Mr. White, as
they left the house.
They looked in at Beechcroft Cottage with the tidings.
‘All safe, I see!’ cried Miss Jane. ‘Is the money found?’
‘No; Mrs. Stebbing burnt it, under the impression that it was a
love-letter,’ drily said Sir Jasper.
Miss Mohun led the way in the hearty fit of laughter, to which the
gentlemen gave way the more heartily for recent suppression; and Mr.
White added--
‘I assure you, it was as good as a play to hear Sir Jasper worm it out.
One would think he had been bred a lawyer.’
‘And now,’ said the General, ‘I must go and relieve that poor girl’s
suspense.’
‘I will come with you,’ volunteered Mr. White. ‘I fully believe that she
is a good girl, though this business and Master Richard’s applications
staggered me; and this soldier fellow must be an ass if he is not a
scamp.’
‘Scarcely that, I think,’ said Miss Adelaide, with her pleading smile.
‘Well, discipline will be as good for him as for his father,’ said Mr.
White. ‘He has done for himself, but that was a nice little lad that you
had up--too good for a common national school.’
Wherewith they departed, and found that Kalliope must have been on the
watch, for she ran down to open the door to them, and the gladness which
irradiated her face as Sir Jasper’s first ‘All right,’ lighted up her
features, which were so unlike the shop-girl prettiness that Mr. White
expected as quite to startle him.
Richard was in the parlour in a cloud of smoke, and began to do the
honours.
‘Our acknowledgments are truly due to Sir Jasper. Mr. White, we are much
honoured. Pray be seated, please to excuse--’
They paid little attention to him, while Sir Jasper told as much to his
sister as could well be explained as to the fate of her envelope, and
added--
‘You will not be wanted at Avoncester, as the case will not come on.
I shall go and see all safe, then on to town, but I mean to see your
brother’s commanding officer, and you may tell your mother that I have
no doubt that he will be allowed a furlough.’
‘But, Sir Jasper’ broke in Richard, ‘I beg your pardon; but there is a
family from Leeds at Bellevue, the Nortons, and imagine what it would be
if they reported me as connected with a common private soldier, just out
of prison too!’
‘Let him come to me then,’ exclaimed Mr. White.
In spite of appearances of disgust, Richard took the invitation to
himself, and looked amiable and gratified.
‘Thank you, Mr. White, that will obviate the difficulty. When shall I
move up?’
‘You, sir? Did you think I meant you?’ said Mr. White contemptuously.
‘No; I prefer a fool to a knave!’
‘Mr. White,’ interposed Sir Jasper, ‘whatever you may have to say to
Richard White, consider his sister. Or had you not better report our
success to your mother, my dear?’
‘One moment,’ said Mr. White. ‘Tell me, young lady, if you do not
object, what assistance have you ever received from me.’
‘You have most kindly employed us, and paid for Maura’s education,’ said
Kalliope.
‘Is that all? Has nothing been transmitted through this brother?’
‘I do not understand,’ said Kalliope, trembling, as Richard scowled at
her.
‘Sir,’ said he, ‘I always intended, but unforeseen circumstances--’
‘That’s enough for the present, sir,’ said Mr. White. ‘I have heard all
I wish, and more too.’
‘Sir,’ said Kalliope, still trembling, ‘indeed, Richard is a kind son
and brother. My mother is much attached to him. I am generally out all
day, and it is quite possible that she did not tell me all that passed
between them, as she knew that I did not like you to be applied to.’
‘That will do, my dear,’ said Mr. White. ‘I don’t want to say any more
about it. You shall have your brother to-morrow, if Sir Jasper can
manage it. I will bring him back to Rockstone as my guest, so that his
brother need not be molested with his company.’