It was only a few weeks after this that there appeared in the
newspapers, which had all reported at such length the great trial of
Piercey _versus_ Piercey, a paragraph which perhaps caused as much
commotion through the county as the news of any great public event for
many years. Parliament had risen, and the papers were very thankful for
a new sensation of any kind. The paragraph was to this effect:--
“Our readers have not forgotten the trial of Piercey _v._ Piercey, which
unfolded so curious a page of family history, and roused so many
comments through the whole English-speaking world. It is seldom that so
many elements of human interest are collected in a single case, and the
effect it produced on the immense audience which followed its
developments day by day was extraordinary. The public took sides, as on
an affair of imperial importance, for and against the heroine, who, from
the bar-room of a roadside inn, found herself elevated in a single year
to the position of a considerable landowner, with an ancient historical
house and a name well known in the annals of the country. How she
attained these honours, whether by the most worthy and admirable means,
by unquestionable self-devotion to her husband and father-in-law, or by
undue influence, exercised first on a young man of feeble intellect, and
afterwards on an old gentleman in his dotage, was the question debated
in almost every sociable assembly.
“The partisans and opponents of this lady will have a new problem
offered to them in the new and startling incident which is now announced
as the climax of this story. Those who have all along believed in the
disinterestedness of the young and charming Mrs. Piercey will be
delighted to hear that she has now presented herself again before the
public, in the most romantic and attractive light by freely and of her
own will resigning the Manor of Greyshott, to which a jury of her
countrymen had decided her to be fully entitled, to the heirs-at-law of
the late Sir Giles Piercey, together with all the old furniture,
pictures, family plate, etc., contained in the manor house--a gift
equally magnificent and unexpected. It is now stated that this has all
along been Mrs. Piercey’s intention, and that but for the trial, which
put her at once on her defence, she would have made this magnanimous
renunciation immediately after coming into the property. Her rights
having been assailed, however, it is natural that a high-spirited young
woman should have felt it her first duty to vindicate her character; and
that she should now carry out her high-minded intention, after all the
obloquy which it has been attempted to throw on her, and the base
motives imputed to her, is a remarkable instance of magnanimity which,
indeed, we know nothing to equal. It is, indeed, heaping coals of fire
on the heads of her accusers, for whom, however, it must be said that
their irritation in finding themselves so unexpectedly deprived of the
inheritance they had confidently expected, was natural and justifiable.
It must be a satisfaction to all that a _cause célèbre_ which attracted
so much attention should end in such a fine act of restitution, and that
an ancient family should thus be restored to their ancestral place. We
are delighted to add that Mrs. Piercey, who still retains a fine fortune
bequeathed to her by the love and gratitude of her father-in-law, whom
she nursed with the greatest devotion till his death, is about to
contract a second marriage with a gentleman very well known in the
cricketing world.”
“In the name of Heaven, what is the meaning of that?” cried old Sir
Francis Piercey, who was a choleric old gentleman, flinging down the
newspaper (which only arrived in the evening), and turning a crimson
countenance, flushed with astonishment and offence, to his son Gerald
and his daughter-in-law Margaret, who had returned to their home in the
north only a few days before. Sir Francis was a very peppery old man,
and constantly thought, as do many heads of houses conscious of having
grown a little hard of hearing, that nothing was told him, and that even
in respect to the events most interesting to the family he was
systematically kept in the dark.
“The meaning of what?” Margaret asked, without excitement. She had no
newspaper, being quite content to wait for the news until the gentlemen
had read everything and contemptuously flung down each his journal with
the remark that there was nothing in it. Mrs. Gerald Piercey did not
imagine there could ever be anything in the paper which could concern
her or her belongings; and it was a quiet time in politics, when
Parliament was up, and nothing very stirring to be expected. She rose to
put down by her father-in-law’s side his cup of tea; for though he was
so fiery an old gentleman, he loved the little feminine attentions of
which he had been for many years deprived.
“Let me see, Grandpapa,” said Osy, coming to the front with the air of a
man who could put all straight.
“By Jove!” cried Colonel Piercey, who had come to the same startling
announcement in his paper. And the father and son for a moment sat bolt
upright, staring at each other as if each supposed the other to be to
blame.
“What is it?” said Margaret, beginning to be alarmed.
She was answered by the sudden opening of the door, and the entrance,
announced by a servant quite unacquainted with him, who conferred upon
him an incomprehensible name, of Mr. Pownceby, pale with excitement and
tired with a journey. He scarcely took time for the ceremonious
salutations which Sir Francis Piercey thought needful, and omitted
altogether the “how-d’ye-do’s” owing to his old friends, Margaret and
Gerald, but burst at once into the subject that possessed him. “Well, I
can see you’ve seen it! Sharp work putting it in so soon; but it’s all
true.”
“What is all true? We have something to do with its being false or true,
I suppose?” cried Colonel Piercey, placing himself in a somewhat defiant
attitude, in an Englishman’s usual position of defence before the fire.
“What are you saying, sir? what are you saying? I am a little hard of
hearing. I desire that all this should be explained to me immediately.
You seem all to understand, but not a syllable has reached my ears.”
“I assure you, Sir Francis,” said Mr. Pownceby, “I started the first
thing this morning. I have not let the grass grow under my feet. Her
solicitors communicated with me only yesterday. It is sharp work getting
it into the papers at once, very sharp work, but I suppose she wanted to
get the honour and glory; and it is quite true. I have the deed in my
pocket in full form; for those solicitors of hers, if not endowed with
just the best fame in the profession, are----”
“But you’re going a great deal too fast, Pownceby,” cried Colonel
Gerald. “I don’t see that either my father or I can accept anything from
that woman’s hand.”
“The deed in full form, Sir Francis,” said the lawyer, too wise to take
any notice of so hotheaded a person, “restoring Greyshott and all that
is in it to the lawful heir--yourself. I don’t pretend to know what is
her motive; but there it is all in black and white: and for once in a
way I can’t but say that I admire the woman, Sir Francis, and that
she’s got perception of what is right in her, after all.”
“God bless my soul!” was all Sir Francis said.
“But we can’t take it from that woman, Pownceby! Why, what are you
thinking of? Receive from her, a person we all despise, a gift like
this! Why, the thing is impossible! It is like her impertinence to offer
it; and how you could think for a moment----”
Margaret, who had hastily taken up the paper and read the paragraph,
here put it down again and laid her hand on her husband’s arm. “You must
wait,” she said, “you must wait, Gerald, for what your father says.”
“The woman of the trial?” said Sir Francis, getting it with difficulty
into his head, “the baggage that married poor Gervase, and made a fool
of his father--that woman!” He added briskly, turning to his son: “I was
always against that trial, you know I was. Don’t throw away good money
after bad, I always said: let be; if we don’t get it in the course of
nature we’ll never get it, was what I always said. You know I always
said it. Those costs which you ran up in spite of me, almost broke my
heart.”
There was a pause, and then Colonel Piercey said with a half laugh, “We
all know, father, that you did not like the costs.”
“I said so!” said Sir Francis, “I was always against it. I thought the
woman might turn out better than you supposed. A very remarkable thing,
Mr. Pownceby, don’t you think it’s a very remarkable thing? after she
had won her cause and had everything her own way. Do you recall to
memory ever having heard of a similar incident? I never did in all my
experience; a very extraordinary thing indeed!”
“No,” said Mr. Pownceby, “no; I don’t think I ever did hear anything
like it. They generally stick to what they have got like grim death.”
“I think that must be rather a remarkable woman,” said Sir Francis; “I
retract anything I may have been induced to say of her in a moment of
annoyance. I consider she has acted very creditably, very--very--I may
say nobly, Mr. Pownceby. I beg that I may never hear a word in her
disparagement from any of you. I hope that we might all be capable of
doing anything so--so--magnanimous and high-minded ourselves.”
“But, father,” cried Colonel Piercey, “we can’t surely accept a gift
like this from a woman we know nothing of--whom we’ve no esteem
for--whom we’ve prosecuted--whom----”
“Not accept it, sir?” cried Sir Francis--“not accept a righteous
restitution? I should like to know on what principle we could refuse it?
If a man had taken your watch from you, would you refuse to take it if
he brought it back? Why, what would that be but to discourage every good
impulse? I shall certainly accept it. And I hope, Mr. Pownceby, that you
will convey my thanks--yes, my thanks, and very high appreciation to
this young lady. I think she is doing a very noble thing. Whether I
benefited by it or not, I should think it a very noble thing. Don’t be
stingy in your praise, sir! It’s noble to say you’ve been wrong--many
haven’t the strength of mind to do it. I’ll drink her very good health
at dinner. We’ll have a toast, do you hear?”
“Yes, Grandpapa,” cried Osy, always ready; “and shall it be with what
Cousin Colonel calls the honours? You give the name, and I’ll stand up
upon a chair and do the ‘Hip, hip, hurrah!’”
Upon what rule it was that old Sir Francis, rather a severe old
gentleman to most people, had become grandpapa to Osy, while Colonel
Piercey remained only, as of old, Cousin Colonel, is too subtle a
question to enter into; but it was so to the perfect satisfaction of the
two persons chiefly involved. And thus for the second time Osy cheered
for Patty with the delighted readiness of an unbiassed soul.
Mrs. Piercey left Greyshott shortly after this, having left everything
in the most perfect good order, and all the servants in the house,
without saying a word of any new arrangements, though I need not say
they had all read that paragraph in the newspapers. She went to London,
where she spent a few weeks very pleasantly, and ordered a great many
new dresses. Here she dismissed Jerningham, who carried away with her a
number of black and white gowns, and the best recommendations. Patty
plunged into pinks and blues with the zest of a person who has long been
deprived of such indulgences, and the world learned by the newspapers
that, on the 20th of August, Patience, widow of the late Gervase
Piercey, Esq., of Greyshott, was married at St. George’s, Hanover
Square, to Roger Pearson, Esq., of Canterbury House. The happy pair went
abroad for their honeymoon, but did not enjoy the Continent, only
entering into full and perfect bliss when they returned to the
glistening glories of their new house. There had been various storms
between them before the question of Greyshott had been decided, and it
had required all Roger’s power and influence to carry his scheme to a
successful conclusion. His determination not to sit down by another
man’s fireside, and to have nothing to say to the old house, which he
declared gave him the shivers to look at, were answered by many a
scornful request to take himself off then, if he didn’t like it, and
leave it to those who did.
“That’s just what I want--to leave it to those that like it: you don’t,
Patty, and never will!” cried the bold lover. “How do I know? Oh, I
know! You’ve gone through a lot, and you think you’ll have something for
it, anyhow. Well, so you shall have something for it. Wait till you see
the ’ouse that is just waiting till you say the word--ten times better
an ’ouse, and folks all about us will be delighted to see you, and as
much fun as you can set your face to!” Oh, how powerful and how sweet
these arguments were! But to give Greyshott back was a bitter pill to
Patty.
“I’ll sell it, then,” she said; “it’ll bring in a deal of money;” and
this was what Miss Hewitt, who was almost mad with opposition, advised,
arguing and beseeching till the foam flew from her mouth.
But Roger was obstinate. He declared that he would not be instrumental
in taking any man’s home from him. “Money’s a different thing,” he said.
“One sovereign’s just like another, but one ’ouse ain’t like another.”
The telling argument, however, was one which Roger had the cleverness to
pick up from a cricket reporter on a daily paper, to whom he had
confided his romance.
“By George!” cried the journalist, “what a paragraph for my paper!” He
said “par,” no doubt, but Patty would not have understood what this
meant. When she did take up the idea, and understood that her praises
were to be sung and her generosity extolled in every paper, and that the
Pierceys would be made to sing small before her, Patty was overcome at
last. Her heart swelled as if it would burst with triumph and a sense of
greatness when she read that paragraph. She felt it to be altogether
just and true. If they had not prosecuted, there was no telling what
magnanimity she might not have been equal to, and she accepted the
praise as one who had deserved it to the very utmost.
“They’ve been in it hundreds and hundreds of years,” she said to the new
friends to whom her bridegroom introduced her in London--among whom were
several newspaper men, and one who insisted upon getting her portrait
for an illustrated paper--“as we have been in the Seven Thorns. Being of
an old family myself, I have always felt for them.” This was reported in
the little biographical notice which was appended to Mrs. Piercey’s
portrait in the illustrated paper, where it was also told that she had
been known far and wide as the Lily of the Seven Thorns, and had been
carried off by the Squire’s son from many competitors. It made up for
much, even for the fact, still bitter to her, that she had been cheated
out of her title, and would never be Lady Piercey,--a loss and delusion
which sometimes brought tears into her eyes long after she was Roger
Pearson’s wife.
But when Patty settled down in her own ’Andsome ’Ouse, it was soon
proved that Roger had not said a word too much. The cricketing world
rallied round him. He ceased to be a professional, and became a
gentleman cricketer and a member of the M.C.C. The cricket pitch within
the grounds of Canterbury House was admirable, and matches were played
there, in which not only the honour of the county, but the honour of
England, was involved. Patty gave cricket luncheons and even cricket
dinners, to which the golden youth of England came gladly, and where
even great ladies, watching the cricket for one side or another, were
content to be entertained. Patty drove her two spanking horses over the
county, calling at the best houses; while even Lady Hartmore, after the
restitution as she called it, paid her a visit of ceremony, which Mrs.
Roger Pearson, swelling with pride and triumph, never returned. Not to
have returned Lady Hartmore’s visit was almost as great a distinction as
to have received one from the Queen. And all the lesser ladies in the
county envied Patty the strength of mind which made her capable of such
a proof of independence.
Colonel Piercey and his wife became shortly afterwards the inhabitants
of Greyshott, which suited Sir Francis better than to have his
long-accustomed quiet permanently disturbed. “Though I’d like to keep
the boy,” he said. It cost a good deal to Colonel Pierce’s pride, but it
lay with his father to decide, and there was nothing more to say. They
were not rich, for Greyshott was a difficult place to keep up on a
limited income; but it was something, no doubt, after the shock of the
restoration, to have the old house still.
And Patty flourishes and spreads like a green baytree. She is not so
careful of etiquette, so anxious to be always correct and do what other
ladies do. She is beginning to grow stout; her colour is high; her
nursery is full; and she is, beyond all question, a much happier woman
than she ever could have been in Greyshott, even had Lady Hartmore
called and all gone well--now that she and her husband live in continual
jollity in their own ’Andsome ’Ouse.
THE END.
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