Mrs. Doncastle's dressing-bell had rung, but Menlove, the lady's maid,
having at the same time received a letter by the evening post, paused to
read it before replying to the summons:--
'ENCKWORTH COURT, Wednesday.
DARLING LOUISA,--I can assure you that I am no more likely than
yourself to form another attachment, as you will perceive by what
follows. Before we left town I thought that to be able to see you
occasionally was sufficient for happiness, but down in this lonely
place the case is different. In short, my dear, I ask you to consent
to a union with me as soon as you possibly can. Your prettiness has
won my eyes and lips completely, sweet, and I lie awake at night to
think of the golden curls you allowed to escape from their confinement
on those nice times of private clothes, when we walked in the park and
slipped the bonds of service, which you were never born to any more
than I. . . .
'Had not my own feelings been so strong, I should have told you at the
first dash of my pen that what I expected is coming to pass at
last--the old dog is going to be privately married to Mrs. P. Yes,
indeed, and the wedding is coming off to-morrow, secret as the grave.
All her friends will doubtless leave service on account of it. What
he does now makes little difference to me, of course, as I had already
given warning, but I shall stick to him like a Briton in spite of it.
He has to-day made me a present, and a further five pounds for
yourself, expecting you to hold your tongue on every matter connected
with Mrs. P.'s friends, and to say nothing to any of them about this
marriage until it is over. His lordship impressed this upon me very
strong, and familiar as a brother, and of course we obey his
instructions to the letter; for I need hardly say that unless he keeps
his promise to help me in setting up the shop, our nuptials cannot be
consumed. His help depends upon our obedience, as you are aware. . .
.'
This, and much more, was from her very last lover, Lord Mountclere's
valet, who had been taken in hand directly she had convinced herself of
Joey's hopeless youthfulness. The missive sent Mrs. Menlove's spirits
soaring like spring larks; she flew upstairs in answer to the bell with a
joyful, triumphant look, which the illuminated figure of Mrs. Doncastle
in her dressing-room could not quite repress. One could almost forgive
Menlove her arts when so modest a result brought such vast content.
Mrs. Doncastle seemed inclined to make no remark during the dressing, and
at last Menlove could repress herself no longer.
'I should like to name something to you, m'm.'
'Yes.'
'I shall be wishing to leave soon, if it is convenient.'
'Very well, Menlove,' answered Mrs. Doncastle, as she serenely surveyed
her right eyebrow in the glass. 'Am I to take this as a formal notice?'
'If you please; but I could stay a week or two beyond the month if
suitable. I am going to be married--that's what it is, m'm.'
'O! I am glad to hear it, though I am sorry to lose you.'
'It is Lord Mountclere's valet--Mr. Tipman--m'm.'
'Indeed.'
Menlove went on building up Mrs. Doncastle's hair awhile in silence.
'I suppose you heard the other news that arrived in town to-day, m'm?'
she said again. 'Lord Mountclere is going to be married to-morrow.'
'To-morrow? Are you quite sure?'
'O yes, m'm. Mr. Tipman has just told me so in his letter. He is going
to be married to Mrs. Petherwin. It is to be quite a private wedding.'
Mrs. Doncastle made no remark, and she remained in the same still
position as before; but a countenance expressing transcendent surprise
was reflected to Menlove by the glass.
At this sight Menlove's tongue so burned to go further, and unfold the
lady's relations with the butler downstairs, that she would have lost a
month's wages to be at liberty to do it. The disclosure was almost too
magnificent to be repressed. To deny herself so exquisite an indulgence
required an effort which nothing on earth could have sustained save the
one thing that did sustain it--the knowledge that upon her silence hung
the most enormous desideratum in the world, her own marriage. She said
no more, and Mrs. Doncastle went away.
It was an ordinary family dinner that day, but their nephew Neigh
happened to be present. Just as they were sitting down Mrs. Doncastle
said to her husband: 'Why have you not told me of the wedding
to-morrow?--or don't you know anything about it?'
'Wedding?' said Mr. Doncastle.
'Lord Mountclere is to be married to Mrs. Petherwin quite privately.'
'Good God!' said some person.
Mr. Doncastle did not speak the words; they were not spoken by Neigh:
they seemed to float over the room and round the walls, as if originating
in some spiritualistic source. Yet Mrs. Doncastle, remembering the
symptoms of attachment between Ethelberta and her nephew which had
appeared during the summer, looked towards Neigh instantly, as if she
thought the words must have come from him after all; but Neigh's face was
perfectly calm; he, together with her husband, was sitting with his eyes
fixed in the direction of the sideboard; and turning to the same spot she
beheld Chickerel standing pale as death, his lips being parted as if he
did not know where he was.
'Did you speak?' said Mrs. Doncastle, looking with astonishment at the
butler.
'Chickerel, what's the matter--are you ill?' said Mr. Doncastle
simultaneously. 'Was it you who said that?'
'I did, sir,' said Chickerel in a husky voice, scarcely above a whisper.
'I could not help it.'
'Why?'
'She is my daughter, and it shall be known at once!'
'Who is your daughter?'
He paused a few moments nervously. 'Mrs. Petherwin,' he said.
Upon this announcement Neigh looked at poor Chickerel as if he saw
through him into the wall. Mrs. Doncastle uttered a faint exclamation
and leant back in her chair: the bare possibility of the truth of
Chickerel's claims to such paternity shook her to pieces when she viewed
her intimacies with Ethelberta during the past season--the court she had
paid her, the arrangements she had entered into to please her; above all,
the dinner-party which she had contrived and carried out solely to
gratify Lord Mountclere and bring him into personal communication with
the general favourite; thus making herself probably the chief though
unconscious instrument in promoting a match by which her butler was to
become father-in-law to a peer she delighted to honour. The crowd of
perceptions almost took away her life; she closed her eyes in a white
shiver.
'Do you mean to say that the lady who sat here at dinner at the same time
that Lord Mountclere was present, is your daughter?' asked Doncastle.
'Yes, sir,' said Chickerel respectfully.
'How did she come to be your daughter?'
'I-- Well, she is my daughter, sir.'
'Did you educate her?'
'Not altogether, sir. She was a very clever child. Lady Petherwin took
a deal of trouble about her education. They were both left widows about
the same time: the son died, then the father. My daughter was only
seventeen then. But though she's older now, her marriage with Lord
Mountclere means misery. He ought to marry another woman.'
'It is very extraordinary,' Mr. Doncastle murmured. 'If you are ill you
had better go and rest yourself, Chickerel. Send in Thomas.'
Chickerel, who seemed to be much disturbed, then very gladly left the
room, and dinner proceeded. But such was the peculiarity of the case,
that, though there was in it neither murder, robbery, illness, accident,
fire, or any other of the tragic and legitimate shakers of human nerves,
two of the three who were gathered there sat through the meal without the
least consciousness of what viands had composed it. Impressiveness
depends as much upon propinquity as upon magnitude; and to have honoured
unawares the daughter of the vilest Antipodean miscreant and murderer
would have been less discomfiting to Mrs. Doncastle than it was to make
the same blunder with the daughter of a respectable servant who happened
to live in her own house. To Neigh the announcement was as the
catastrophe of a story already begun, rather than as an isolated wonder.
Ethelberta's words had prepared him for something, though the nature of
that thing was unknown.
'Chickerel ought not to have kept us in ignorance of this--of course he
ought not!' said Mrs. Doncastle, as soon as they were left alone.
'I don't see why not,' replied Mr. Doncastle, who took the matter very
coolly, as was his custom.
'Then she herself should have let it be known.'
'Nor does that follow. You didn't tell Mrs. Petherwin that your
grandfather narrowly escaped hanging for shooting his rival in a duel.'
'Of course not. There was no reason why I should give extraneous
information.'
'Nor was there any reason why she should. As for Chickerel, he doubtless
felt how unbecoming it would be to make personal remarks upon one of your
guests--Ha-ha-ha! Well, well--Ha-ha-ha-ha!'
'I know this,' said Mrs. Doncastle, in great anger, 'that if my father
had been in the room, I should not have let the fact pass unnoticed, and
treated him like a stranger!'
'Would you have had her introduce Chickerel to us all round? My dear
Margaret, it was a complicated position for a woman.'
'Then she ought not to have come!'
'There may be something in that, though she was dining out at other
houses as good as ours. Well, I should have done just as she did, for
the joke of the thing. Ha-ha-ha!--it is very good--very. It was a case
in which the appetite for a jest would overpower the sting of conscience
in any well-constituted being--that, my dear, I must maintain.'
'I say she should not have come!' answered Mrs. Doncastle firmly. 'Of
course I shall dismiss Chickerel.'
'Of course you will do no such thing. I have never had a butler in the
house before who suited me so well. It is a great credit to the man to
have such a daughter, and I am not sure that we do not derive some lustre
of a humble kind from his presence in the house. But, seriously, I
wonder at your short-sightedness, when you know the troubles we have had
through getting new men from nobody knows where.'
Neigh, perceiving that the breeze in the atmosphere might ultimately
intensify to a palpable black squall, seemed to think it would be well to
take leave of his uncle and aunt as soon as he conveniently could;
nevertheless, he was much less discomposed by the situation than by the
active cause which had led to it. When Mrs. Doncastle arose, her husband
said he was going to speak to Chickerel for a minute or two, and Neigh
followed his aunt upstairs.
Presently Doncastle joined them. 'I have been talking to Chickerel,' he
said. 'It is a very curious affair--this marriage of his daughter and
Lord Mountclere. The whole situation is the most astounding I have ever
met with. The man is quite ill about the news. He has shown me a letter
which has just reached him from his son on the same subject. Lord
Mountclere's brother and this young man have actually gone off together
to try to prevent the wedding, and Chickerel has asked to be allowed to
go himself, if he can get soon enough to the station to catch the night
mail. Of course he may go if he wishes.'
'What a funny thing!' said the lady, with a wretchedly factitious smile.
'The times have taken a strange turn when the angry parent of the comedy,
who goes post-haste to prevent the undutiful daughter's rash marriage, is
a gentleman from below stairs, and the unworthy lover a peer of the
realm!'
Neigh spoke for almost the first time. 'I don't blame Chickerel in
objecting to Lord Mountclere. I should object to him myself if I had a
daughter. I never liked him.'
'Why?' said Mrs. Doncastle, lifting her eyelids as if the act were a
heavy task.
'For reasons which don't generally appear.'
'Yes,' said Mr. Doncastle, in a low tone. 'Still, we must not believe
all we hear.'
'Is Chickerel going?' said Neigh.
'He leaves in five or ten minutes,' said Doncastle.
After a few further words Neigh mentioned that he was unable to stay
longer that evening, and left them. When he had reached the outside of
the door he walked a little way up the pavement and back again, as if
reluctant to lose sight of the street, finally standing under a lamp-post
whence he could command a view of Mr. Doncastle's front. Presently a man
came out in a great-coat and with a small bag in his hand; Neigh at once
recognizing the person as Chickerel, went up to him.
'Mr. Doncastle tells me you are going on a sudden journey. At what time
does your train leave?' Neigh asked.
'I go by the ten o'clock, sir: I hope it is a third-class,' said
Chickerel; 'though I am afraid it may not be.'
'It is as much as you will do to get to the station,' said Neigh, turning
the face of his watch to the light. 'Here, come into my cab--I am
driving that way.'
'Thank you, sir,' said Chickerel.
Neigh called a cab at the first opportunity, and they entered and drove
along together. Neither spoke during the journey. When they were
driving up to the station entrance Neigh looked again to see the hour.
'You have not a minute to lose,' he said, in repressed anxiety. 'And
your journey will be expensive: instead of walking from Anglebury to
Knollsea, you had better drive--above all, don't lose time. Never mind
what class the train is. Take this from me, since the emergency is
great.' He handed something to Chickerel folded up small.
The butler took it without inquiry, and stepped out hastily.
'I sincerely hope she-- Well, good-night, Chickerel,' continued Neigh,
ending his words abruptly. The cab containing him drove again towards
the station-gates, leaving Chickerel standing on the kerb.
He passed through the booking-office, and looked at the paper Neigh had
put into his hand. It was a five-pound note.
Chickerel mused on the circumstance as he took his ticket and got into
the train.