"Let's take the instant by the forward top;
... On our quick'st decrees
The inaudible and noiseless foot of time
Steals ere we can effect them."
_All's Well that Ends Well_.
Dinner passed very silently at Romary that evening. Mr Cheviott was
preoccupied, Captain Beverley labouring evidently under some suppressed
excitement, Miss Winstanley nervous and depressed.
"Have you seen Alys, Laurence?" she said, as the butler came with a
discreet inquiry as to what Miss Cheviott would be likely to "fancy."
She had told her maid that she did not want any dinner, but had been so
far influenced by Mathilde's remonstrance as to say she would take
anything her aunt liked to send her. "I really don't know what to send
up to her," Miss Winstanley went on, helplessly. "What do you think,
Laurence? I went to her room on my way down-stairs, but Mathilde said
she had begged not to be disturbed."
"I saw her half an hour ago," said Mr Cheviott. "I think she is only
tired. I will send her up something." He got up from his chair and
himself superintended the arrangement of a tempting little tray.
"Is Alys ill?" said Captain Beverley, in a low voice, and with a slight
guiltiness of manner which did not escape his cousin.
"I think not," Mr Cheviott replied, dryly, as he sat down. "She has
been over-excited, and nowadays she can't stand that sort of thing."
Arthur said no more, but he was evidently glad when dinner was over, and
Miss Winstanley had left the cousins by themselves.
"Laurence," he began, eagerly, when the last servant had closed the door
and they were really alone, "I am anxious to tell you everything that
passed between Alys and me this afternoon. I only thought it fair to
her that she should tell you what she chose to tell, first."
"That was not very much," said Mr Cheviott, "she evidently is afraid of
damaging you by saying much."
"God bless her," said Arthur, fervently, "of course she does not know
the whole state of the case. But _I_ am perfectly willing to tell you
everything, Laurence; in fact, as things are, I should be a fool not to
do so. But, in the first place, read this."
He held out the paper that Alys had written and signed. In spite of his
intense anxiety--an anxiety but very partially understood by Captain
Beverley, who little knew the personal complications the charge of his
affairs had brought upon his cousin--Mr Cheviott could not restrain a
smile as he read the words before him.
"An extraordinary document, I must confess," he said, as he returned it
to Arthur. "Upon my word, Beverley, Alys and you are just a couple of
children. If only such serious results were not involved, the whole
thing would be most laughable. What can have put all this into her
head?"
"Her own intentions and her own observations principally, I believe,"
said Arthur. "She knew something of--of my admiration for Miss Western,
and she suspected that you had exerted your influence to prevent its
coming to anything. She knows you to be too honourable and right-minded
to interfere in such a matter without good reason--through mere
prejudice, for instance." Mr Cheviott winced a little.
"I cannot say of myself, Arthur, that I _was_ always quite free from
prejudice in this matter," he interrupted, speaking in a low and
somewhat constrained voice, "but I am, I believe I am, ready to own
myself in the wrong if I have been so."
Arthur's face beamed with pleasure.
"Thank you for that, Laurence," he said, "a hundred thanks. But I keep
to what I said. Whatever your personal prejudices may have been, you
did not act upon _them_. Your conduct was based entirely upon regard,
unselfish regard for my welfare, and this Alys felt instinctively and
set her wits to work to puzzle it out. But what has first to be
considered is this--the statement on that paper is Alys's own voluntary
declaration--"
"Did she write it of her own accord?"
"She first _said_ it to me, in stronger and plainer words even than
those she wrote; and when I asked her if she would put it on paper, she
did so in an instant--with the greatest eagerness and readiness. Now,
Laurence, what is now my position? Supposing I wished to do such a
thing, _could_ I ask Alys to marry me after what she has said--it would
be a perfect farce and mockery."
"It certainly would," said Mr Cheviott. "I'll tell you what we must
do, Arthur. We must go up to town and lay the present state of the case
before old Maudsley, and see what he says. He is as anxious as any of
us to get the thing settled, and he must see that it would be perfect
nonsense now to look forward to any possibility of the terms of the will
being fulfilled. And I do not see that their non-fulfillment can
possibly rest upon _you_. It is a strong point in your favour that you
have done nothing premature in any other direction. No doubt we shall
have to go to law about it--carry it before the Court of Chancery, I
mean to say--but as all the beneficiaries, you and Alys, or myself as
her guardian, are of one mind as to what we _wish_, I cannot now
anticipate much difficulty."
"But, Laurence," began Arthur, and then he hesitated. "At all costs,"
he went on again, "I must be open with you. I _have_ done what you call
something `premature' in another direction. I am as good as--in fact, I
_am_ engaged to Lilias Western."
Mr Cheviott's brow contracted.
"Since when?" he said, shortly, while a sudden painful misgiving darted
through his brain. Had _Mary_ known this?--had she, in a sense,
deceived him? True, she was under no sort of bond not to oppose him--
rather the other way; from the first she had openly defied him on this
point, but still she must be different from what he had believed her,
capable of something more like dissimulation and calculation than he
liked to associate with that candid brow, those honest eyes, were it the
case that she had known this actual state of things all through that
time at the Edge farm--so lately even as during their strange drive to
Withenden and back. With keen anxiety he awaited his cousin's reply.
"Since about the time of Alys's accident I came down here then one day--
you did not know--I was so uneasy about Alys--and I met Lilias close to
the Edge, and heard from her how Alys was. And then somehow--I felt I
could not go on like that, at the worst I could work for her, and I have
been learning how to do so, you must allow--somehow we came to an
understanding."
"And her people know, of course--her sister does, any way, I suppose?"
said Mr Cheviott, with an unmistakable accent of pain in his voice
which made Captain Beverley look up in surprise.
"Her sister--Mary, do you mean? No, indeed she does not. None of them
do. There was, indeed, very little to know--simply an understanding, I
might almost call it a tacit understanding, between our two selves that
we would wait for each other till brighter days came. We have not
written to each other or met again. I would do nothing to compromise
Lilias till I could openly claim her. I did not, of course, explain my
position; had I done so, she would not, as you once said, have agreed to
my ruining myself for her sake. All she knows is that I may very
probably be a very poor man. And _because_ I could not explain my
position, I saw no harm in keeping it all to our two selves for the
present. But, you see, I have looked upon it as settled--till to-day I
have considered myself virtually disinherited, and I have been working
hard at C--to fit myself for an agency or so on at the end of the two
years."
Mr Cheviott listened attentively, without again interrupting his
cousin. But Captain Beverley could see that it was with a lightened
countenance he turned towards him again.
"_Alys_ knows nothing of this?" he said. "You are perfectly certain
that her eccentric behaviour to-day was not caused by her believing she
in any way stood between you and Miss Western? Don't you see, if it
were so, this would injure you altogether; it might then seem as if she
had done what she has out of pique, or self-sacrifice, or some feeling
of that kind that, in a sense, you were to blame for?"
Mr Cheviott watched his cousin closely as he said this, but Arthur
stood the scrutiny well. For a moment or two he stared as if he hardly
understood; then a light suddenly breaking upon him, he flushed
slightly, but there was no hesitation in his honest blue eyes as he
looked up in his cousin's face.
"I see what you mean," he said, "but I didn't at first. No, Laurence,
Alys thinks of me as a brother; she did know and warmly approved of my
admiration for Miss Western, but she never knew of its going further. I
rather think she fancies it shared the fate of my other admirations, and
that she thinks no better of me in consequence. What she did to-day had
nothing to do with that. She has got into her dear little head that she
comes between me and my fortune, and knowing that she never could
possibly have cared for me, except as a brother, whether I had cared for
her in another way or not, she has, for my sake, nobly taken the bull by
the horns. And so far I feel all right. Had I proposed to her twenty
times, she would never have accepted me."
Mr Cheviott was silent. Whether or not he agreed with his cousin was
not the question. That Arthur honestly believed what he said was
enough.
"And what is to be done then?" said Arthur.
"What I said," replied Mr Cheviott. "We must lay it all before
Maudsley as soon as possible. And in the mean time, Arthur, do nothing
more--let things remain as they are with Miss Western. In any case you
cannot come into your property for two years."
"But whatever happens, I am not going to let `things remain as they
are,' as you say, for two years," said Arthur, aghast. "You can
continue my present income for that time, anyway, now that my future is
likely to be all right. At the worst, even if my engagement was
publicly announced, it is six of one and half a dozen of the other as
regards Alys and me. I should have shown I did not want to marry her,
but she most certainly has shown she does not want to marry me." He
touched Alys's paper as he spoke.
"Yes," said Mr Cheviott, "that is true."
"Perhaps," said Arthur, laughingly, "if we appeal to the Court of
Chancery, it will divide the estate between us. I shouldn't mind.
Lilias and I could live on what there would be well enough."
"I don't think that's likely," said Mr Cheviott. "However, the first
thing to be done is to see Maudsley."
And it was settled that they should go up to town the following day.
But when the cousins had separated for the night, and Arthur was alone
with his own thoughts, a certain feeling of dissatisfaction with his own
conduct came over him.
"I can't make it out exactly," he said to himself, as he sat over the
smoking-room fire with his pipe, "but somehow I've a feeling that I'm
not acting quite straightforwardly. How is it? Is it that I am
claiming my property on false pretences--knowing in my heart that I
never did intend to propose to Alys; or is it that I am not behaving
rightly to Lilias--keeping her, or our engagement rather, dark till I
feel my way? Laurence is as honest a fellow as ever lived, but then his
intense anxiety that I should get my own blinds him a little, perhaps,
to the other sides of the question. What a muddle it all is, to be
sure!"
He sat still for a few moments longer, then suddenly rose from his seat.
"I'll do it," he said; "right or wrong, it seems the honestest thing.
I'll do it."
He hunted about for writing materials, and, having found them, set to
work at once on a letter. He did not hesitate in writing it; he seemed
at no loss what to say, and in less than half an hour it was completed,
signed, sealed and addressed to _Mrs Western, Hathercourt Rectory_.
Then the young man gave a deep sigh of relief, went to bed, and slept
soundly till morning. But very early he was astir again; before many
members of the Romary household even--for it was, compared with many, an
early one--were about, Captain Beverley had crossed the park, and
traversed on foot the two miles to the nearest post-office, that of
Uxley, where he deposited his letter, and was at home again before Mr
Cheviott made his appearance for the eight o'clock breakfast,
necessitated by their intended journey.
A couple of hours later found the two young men in the train.
"Laurence," began Captain Beverley, but his cousin interrupted him.
"Excuse me, Arthur. I want to say something to you before I forget.
You must let _me_ be the spokesman with Maudsley; if he proposes, as I
expect, to carry your affairs to the Court of Chancery, I think it will
be best for his mind to be perfectly unprejudiced, and to let his
instructions, in the first place anyway, come from me. You, I am
certain, would not tell the story impartially--you would tell it against
your own interests."
"I must tell it as it is, Laurence," said Arthur, "and, no doubt facts
will show that I am, at least, as much to blame as Alys for the
non-fulfillment of my father's wishes. For, Laurence, I was just going
to tell you when you interrupted me--I've _done_ it, out and out. I
couldn't stand leaving things as they were; it wasn't fair to her, nor
honest to any one, somehow. I have written and sent a formal proposal
for Lilias to her parents. I sent it to her mother, because her father
is ill."
"And what did you say?"
"I told them that my prospects were most uncertain--I might be poor, I
might be rich, and probably should not know which for two years, but
that, at the worst, I could work for my livelihood, and was preparing
myself for such a possibility."
Mr Cheviott was silent.
"Are you awfully annoyed with me, Laurence?"
A half smile broke over Mr Cheviott's face at the question.
"Upon my soul," he said, "I don't know. If a fellow _will_ cut his own
throat--"
"Complimentary to Miss Western," said Arthur.
"Well, well, you know what I mean. I allow that, in your case, there
was strong temptation, and, of course, Arthur, I respect you for your
straightforwardness and downrightness. _Personally_, I have certainly
no reason to be annoyed. What the relief to me will be of having this
horrible concealment at an end, you can hardly imagine--the
misconception it has exposed me to--good God!" He stopped abruptly.
Arthur stared at him in amazement.
"I had no idea you felt so strongly about it, Laurence," he said. "It
makes me all the more thankful I have done what I have. You refer to
Alys, of course? I know she must have been puzzled, but _nothing_ would
shake her confidence in you, old fellow, and now she will understand
everything."
"Yes, it would, of course, be an absurdity to carry out the directions
about not telling her, once you are openly engaged to Miss Western,"
replied Mr Cheviott. "And, I suppose, you have not much misgiving as
to what the answer will be to your letter?"
"I don't know," said Arthur. "It will all come right in the end, but I
expect her people to hesitate, at first, on account of the uncertainty.
But you don't think there will be any question of stopping my allowance,
in the mean time, if I marry before the stated period is out?"
"I think not. I can take that upon me--for Alys. But if we appeal to
the court at once it will probably confirm your income till things are
settled."
That same evening the cousins returned home. Some light, but not much
satisfaction, was the result of their journey. Mr Maudsley approved of
the course proposed by Mr Cheviott, but was decidedly of opinion that
no decision could be arrived at till the date fixed by Arthur's father
for his son's coming of age. "And then?" eagerly inquired both men. He
could not say--it was an unusual, in fact, an extraordinary case, but,
on the whole, seeing that the non-fulfillment of the testator's wishes
was at least as much the lady's doing as the gentleman's--a contingency
which never seemed to have dawned upon Mr Beverley--on the whole it
seemed improbable that Captain Beverley should be declared the sufferer.
"But it was a most extraordinary complication, no doubt," repeated Mr
Maudsley, and he was glad to feel that neither he nor any one connected
with him had had anything to do with the drawing up of so short-sighted
a document as the late Mr Beverley's last will and testament.
"Who did draw it up?" said Arthur, turning to his cousin.
"A stranger," was the reply. "You know he consulted no one about it.
He knew my father would altogether have opposed it. But it is perfectly
legal. Mr Maudsley and I have tried often enough to find some flaw in
it," he added, with a slight smile.
"And what about telling Alys?" said Arthur, with some little hesitation,
as the dog-cart was entering the Romary gates.
"I think," said Laurence, "I think, as she knows, or has guessed so
much, it is best to tell her all. It is to some extent left to my
discretion to explain the whole to her should it be evident that the
conditions cannot be fulfilled, which I have always interpreted to mean
in case of her or your marriage, or engagement to some one else. Of
course there are people who would say that you are not yet married,
hardly engaged, and that I should wait, to be sure. But honestly I
confess, after what has happened, it would be repulsive to me, in fact,
_impossible_ to go on dreaming that your father's wishes ever could be
fulfilled. The worst of such a deed as your father's will is that all I
can do is to act up to the _letter_ of his instructions--as for the
_spirit_ of it--!"
"You've done your best," said Arthur, re-assuringly; "far better than
any other fellow in the same position could have done. Just you see if
Alys doesn't say so. It's been a horrid sell for you altogether, and--"
"Not the _not_ getting your patrimony. You don't mean that?"
interrupted Laurence. "Heaven only knows what the relief will be to me
if, as I am beginning to hope, it is decidedly the right way."
"No, I didn't mean that exactly," said Arthur. "I know you and Alys are
less selfish and grasping than any two people _I_ have ever come
across--_cela va sans dire_--I meant the bother and worry and all the
rest of it. I wish somehow _something_ might go to Alys. I can't help
wishing that, you see, knowing it all and feeling just as if she were my
own sister."
"_Don't_ wish it," said Laurence, shortly. "Alys will have enough.
Married or single she need never be dependent on any one."
"Ah, yes!" returned Arthur; "but still--She wouldn't be the worse of a
home of her own. Downham now--it's a nice little place, and what on
earth should I do with two--_three_, there's the Edge," he added, with a
merry, boyish laugh--"if Downham, now, could be settled on Alys, for,
you see, Laurence," he added, seriously, and as hesitating to allude to
anything so completely out of the range of probabilities, "after all,
it's just possible you may marry."
"I suppose so," said Laurence, with a touch of bitterness in his tone
which Arthur, had he perceived, would have been at a loss to explain, "I
suppose so, but so _highly_ unlikely, it is no use taking it into
consideration one way or another. Confess now, Arthur, you hardly
could, could you, _imagine_ such a thing as any girl's caring for me?"
Arthur looked up at his cousin with some surprise. Was Laurence joking?
He could not tell.
"I don't know why one shouldn't," he said, meditatively. "A girl, I
mean--I don't see why you need fancy yourself so unattractive. You're
good-looking enough, and--come now, Laurence, that's not fair; you're
leading me out to laugh at me," for so only could he interpret the
slight smile that flickered over his cousin's face.
"I was in earnest, I assure you," said Mr Cheviott. "However, never
mind. We'll postpone the discussion of my charms to a more convenient
season. Here we are at home."
"Shall you have your talk with Alys to-night?" said Arthur.
"Probably--unless, that is to say, you would rather I should wait till--
till--how shall I put it?--till you get a reply to your letter to
Hathercourt."
"No," said Arthur, decidedly, "don't put it off on that account.
Whatever disappointment in the shape of delay or hesitation may be in
store for me, I've no misgiving as far as Lilias herself is concerned.
She's as true as steel. And in any case Alys deserves my confidence.
No sister could have been stauncher to me through all than she has
been."
And so it was decided, though, glad as Laurence felt to put an end once
and for always to the only misconception that had ever existed between
his sister and himself, a strange indefinable reluctance to tell her all
clung to him.
"She will hate so to hear the idea of a marriage with Arthur discussed
or alluded to," he said to himself. "Girls are such queer creatures.
However, the more reason to get it over. Will she ever tell it to Mary
Western, I wonder? I shall lay no embargo upon her, for sooner or later
Arthur is sure to tell the elder sister the whole story. But even if it
were all explained, what then? I said in my fury that day what I wish I
could forget--I said to her that I _could_ have made her care for me.
_Could_ I? Ah, no--such deep prejudice and aversion could never be
overcome. As Arthur could not conceal in his honesty, I am very far
from an attractive man--not one likely to `find favour in my lady's
eyes.' I am certainly not `a pretty fellow.' Ah, well, so be it!"