LADY ADELA.
"I have opened the matter to Grace, and there'll be no trouble with
her," began Lady Acorn to her husband the next morning, halting to say
it as she was going into her dressing-room. "No girl knows better than
she on which side her bread is buttered!"
"To Grace!" cried the earl, who was only half awake, and spoke from
the bedclothes. "Do you mean about Grubb?"
"Now what else should I mean?"
"But it is not Grace he wants. It's Adela."
"Adela!" echoed Lady Acorn, aghast.
"I don't think he'd have Grace at a gift--or any of them but Adela.
And so you told _her_, making her dream of wedding-rings and
orange-blossoms! Poor Gracie, what a sell!"
"Adela will never have him," broke forth the countess, in high
vexation, at herself, her husband, Mr. Grubb, and the world in
general. "Never!"
"Oh, nonsense, she must be talked into it. With five girls, it's
something to get off one of them."
"Adela is not a girl to be 'talked into' anything. She would like a
duke. She is the vainest of them all."
"Look at the amount of devilry this will patch up," urged the earl,
impressively, as he lifted his head from the pillow. "If he does not
get Adela, he is going to sue for his overdue bonds."
"You have no business with bonds, overdue or under-due," snapped his
wife. "I declare I have nothing but worry in this life."
"I shall get the two thousand pounds from him, if this comes off; you
shall have five hundred of it, as I told you; and my debt to him he
will cancel. The man's mad after Adela."
"But she's not mad after him," retorted Lady Acorn.
"Make her so," advised the earl. And her ladyship went forth to her
dressing-room, and allowed some of her superfluous temper to explode
on her unoffending maid, who stood there waiting for her.
"There, that will do," she impatiently said, when only half dressed,
"I'll finish for myself. Go and send Lady Grace to me." And the maid
went, gladly enough.
"Gracie, my dear," she began, when her daughter entered, "I am so
sorry; so vexed; but it was your papa's fault. He should have been
more explicit."
"Vexed at what?" asked Grace.
"That which I told you last night--I am so grieved, poor child! It
turns out to have been some horrible mistake."
Grace compressed her lips. "Yes, mamma?"
"A mistake in the name. It is Adela Mr. Grubb proposed for--not you. I
am deeply grieved, Grace."
Lady Grace laid one hand across her chest: it may be that her heart
was beating unpleasantly with the disappointment. Better, certainly,
that her hopes had never been raised, than that they should be dashed
thus unceremoniously down again. She had learnt to appreciate Mr.
Grubb as he deserved; she liked and esteemed him, and would gladly
have married him.
"Will Adela accept him?" were the first words she said. For she did
not forget that Adela, by way of amusing herself, had not been sparing
of her ridicule, the previous night, of Mr. Grubb and his pretensions.
"I don't know," growled Lady Acorn. "Adela, when she chooses, can be
the very essence of obstinacy. I have said nothing to her. It is only
now that I found out there was a misapprehension."
"Mother!" suddenly exclaimed Grace, "it has placed me in a painfully
ridiculous position, there's no denying that: we have been talking of
it among ourselves. If you will help me, it may be made less so."
"How?"
"Say that I was in your confidence; that we both know it was Adela;
and that what was said about me was arranged between us to break the
matter to her, and get her reconciled to the idea of him. And let it
be myself, not you, to explain now to Adela."
"Yes, yes; do as you will," eagerly assented the mother: for she did
feel sorry for Grace.
Grace went to Adela's room, and found her there, with Harriet. She had
been recalling the past: and she saw now how attentive Francis Grubb
had been to Adela; how fond of talking with her. "Had our eyes been
open, we might have seen it all!" sighed Grace.
"How nicely you were all taken in last night!" she said, assuming a
light playfulness, as she sat down at the open window. "Don't you
think mamma and I got up that fable well about Mr. Grubb?"
"Got it up!" cried Harriet. "You hypocritical sinners! Did he not make
the offer?"
"Ay; but not to me. It was better to put it so, don't you see, by way
of breaking it to you."
"Then you are not going to be Lady Grace Grubb, after all!" said
Adela. "Well, it would have been an incongruous assimilation of
names."
"I am not. Guess who it is he wants, Adela?"
"Frances?" cried Harriet.
"No, but you are very near--you burn, as we children used to say at
our play."
"Not Adela!"
"It is," answered Grace. "And I congratulate her heartily. Lady Adela
Grubb will sound better than Lady Grace would."
"Thank you," satirically answered Adela; "you may retain the name
yourself, Grace. None of your Grubbs for me."
"Ah, don't be silly, child. A grub, indeed! He is one of the best and
most admirable of men; a true nobleman."
The words were interrupted by a laugh from Harriet; a ringing laugh.
"Oh, Gracie, how unfortunate! What shall we do! Frances wrote last
night to tell Miss Upton of your engagement, and the letter's posted."
Grace Chenevix suppressed her mortification, and quitted her sisters
with a smiling face. But when she was safe in her own room, she burst
into a flood of distressing tears.
Lord and Lady Acorn chose to breakfast that morning alone in the
library. Afterwards Adela was sent for. Straightening down the slim
waist of her pretty morning dress with an action that spoke of
conscious vanity, she obeyed the summons. Lord Acorn threw aside the
morning paper when she entered.
"Adela, sit down," he said, pushing the chair at his elbow slightly
forward. "We have received an offer of marriage for you; and though it
is not in every respect all that we could wish----"
"From the grub," interrupted Adela, merging ceremony in indignation,
as she stood confronting both her parents, regardless of the seat
proffered. "Grace has been telling me."
"Hush, Adela! don't give way to flippant folly," interposed her
mother. "Have you considered the advantages of such an alliance as
this?"
"Advantages, mamma! I don't understand. Have you"--turning to her
father--"considered the disadvantages, sir?"
"There is only one disadvantage connected with it, Adela--that he is
not of noble birth."
"But that is insuperable, papa!"
"Indeed, no," said Lord Acorn. "You will possess every good that
wealth can command; all things that can conduce to happiness. Your
position will be an enviable one. How many of the daughters of our
order--in more favourable circumstances than yours--have married these
merchant-princes!"
Adela pouted. "That is no reason why I should do so, papa. I don't
want to marry."
"You might all remain unmarried for ever, and make five old maids of
yourselves, and buy cats and monkeys to pet, if it were not for the
horrible dilemma we are in," screamed the countess, in her well-known
fiery tones, and with a wrathful glance at the earl; for her tones
always were fiery and her glances wrathful when his unpardonable
recklessness was recalled to her mind. "Mr. Grubb has been, so to say,
the salvation of us for years--for years, Adela,--every year has
brought its embarrassments, and he has helped us out of them. As well
tell her the truth at once, Lord Acorn," she concluded sharply.
"Ugh!" grunted he, in what might be taken for a note of unwilling
assent.
"And if we put this affront upon him--refuse him your hand, which he
solicits with so much honour and liberality--it will be all over with
us. We can't live any longer in England, for there's nothing left to
live upon; we must go abroad to some wretched hole of a continental
place, and lodge on one dirty floor of six rooms, and live as common
people. What chance would there be of your picking up even a merchant
then?"
Adela rose, smiling incredulously. "Things cannot be as bad as that,
mamma."
"Sit down, Adela," cried her father, peremptorily, raising his hand to
check the flow of eloquence his wife was again about to enter upon.
"It _is_ as bad. Grubb has behaved like a prince to me, and nothing
less. And, if he should recall the money he has lent, I know not, in
truth, where any of us would be. _I_ should have to run; and be posted
up as a defaulter, into the bargain, all over the kingdom." And, in a
few brief words, he explained facts to her; making, of course, the
worst of them. The obstinacy on Adela's countenance faded away as she
listened: she was deeply attached to her father.
"You will be a very princess, if you take him, Adela," said Lady
Acorn. "Ah! I can tell you, child, before you have come to my age you
will have found out that there's little worth living for but wealth,
which brings ease and comfort. I ought to know; for our want of it,
through one absurd extravagance or another"--with a dreadful glance at
her lord--"has been the worry and bane of my married life."
"You have been extravagant on your own score," growled he.
"But, papa, I don't care for Mr. Grubb. Apart from the disreputable
fact that he is a tradesman----"
"Those merchant-princes cannot be called tradesmen, Adela," quickly
interposed Lord Acorn, who could put the case strongly, in spite of
his prejudices, when it suited his interest to do so.
"Well, apart from that, I say I do not like him."
"You cannot _dis_like him. No one can dislike Francis Grubb."
"I shall if I am made to marry him."
Her obstinate mood was returning; they saw that, and they let her
escape for a time. Adela, the youngest and most beautiful of all their
children, had been reprehensibly indulged: allowed to grow up in the
belief that the world was made for her.
"Well, Adela, and how have you sped?" asked Grace.
"Oh, I don't know," was Adela's answer, as she flung herself into a
low chair by her dressing-table. "Mamma is so fond of telling us that
the world's full of trouble; and I think it is."
"Have you consented?"
"No. And I don't intend to consent."
"But why not? He is very nice; very; and the advantages are very
great. Tell me why you will not, Adela--_dear_ Adela?"
Adela turned her head away. "I do not care to marry yet; him, or any
other man."
A light--or rather a doubt--seemed to break upon Lady Grace. "Adela,"
she whispered, "it is not possible you are still thinking of Captain
Stanley?"
"Where would be the use of that?" was the answer. "He is fighting in
India, and I am here: little chance of our paths in life ever again
crossing each other."
"If I really thought your head was still running upon Stanley, I would
tell you----"
"What?" for Grace had stopped.
"The truth," was the reply, in a low voice. "News of him reached
England by the last mail."
"What news?"
"Well, I--I hardly know whether you will care much to hear it."
"Probably not. I should like to, for all that."
"He is married."
Adela looked up with a start, and her colour faded. "Married?"
"He is. He has married his cousin, a Miss Stanley, and it is said they
have long been attached to each other. He was a frightful flirt, but
he had no heart; I always said it; and I think he was not a good man
in other respects."
The news brought a pang of mortification to Adela; perhaps a deeper
pang than that. Some eighteen months back, she saw a good deal of this
Captain Stanley; it was thought by shrewd observers that she had lost
her heart to him. If so, it was now thrown back upon her.
And, whether it might have been this, or whether it was the persistent
persuasion of her father and mother, ay, and of her sisters, Adela
Chenevix consented to accept Mr. Grubb. But she bitterly resented the
necessity, and from that hour she deliberately steeled her heart
against him.
Daintily she swept into the room for her first interview with him.
He stood in agitation at its upper end--a fine, intellectual man;
one, young though he was, to be venerated and loved. She wore a
pink-and-white silk dress, and her hair had pink and white roses in
it; for Mr. Grubb had come to dinner, and she was already dressed for
it. A rich colour shone in her cheeks, her beautiful eyes and features
were lighted up with it, and her delicate figure was thrown back--in
disdain. Oh, that he could have read it then!
He never afterwards quite remembered what he said when he approached
her. He knew he took her hand. And he believed he whispered words of
thanks.
"They are not due to me," was her answer, delivered with cold
equanimity. "My father tells me I must marry you, and I accede to it."
"May God enable me to reward you for the confidence you repose in me!"
he whispered. "If it be given to man to love a wife as one never yet
was loved, may it be given to me!"
She twisted her hand from him with an ungracious movement, for he
would have retained it, and walked deliberately across the room,
leaving him where he stood, and rang the bell.
"Tell mamma Mr. Grubb is here," she said to the servant.
He felt pained: he understood this had been an accorded interview.
Like all other lovers, he began to speak of the future--of his hope
that she would learn to love him.
"There should be no misunderstanding between us on this point," she
hastily answered; and could it be that there was _contempt_ in her
tone? "I have agreed to be your wife; but, until a day or two ago, the
possibility of my becoming so had never been suggested to me.
Therefore, the love that I suppose ought to accompany this sort of
contract is not mine to offer."
How wondrously calm she spoke--in so matter-of-fact, business-like a
way! It struck even him, infatuated though he was.
"It may come in time," he whispered. "My love shall call forth yours;
my----"
"I hear mamma," interrupted Adela, drawing away from him like a second
cruel Barbara Allen.
"Adela, where's your town house to be?" began one of the girls to her
when they got into the drawing-room after dinner, the earl and Mr.
Grubb being still at table. "Not in the smoky City, surely!"
"His house is not in the City; it's in Russell Square," corrected
another. "Of course he won't take her _there!_"
"Ada, mind which opera-box you secure. Let it hold us all."
"Of course you'll be smothered in diamonds," suggested Lady Mary.
"One good thing will come of this wedding, if nothing else does: mamma
must get us new things, and plenty of them."
"I wonder whether he will give us any ornaments? He is generous to a
fault. Is he not, Adela?"
"How you tease!" was Adela's languid rejoinder. "Go and ask him."
"I protest, Adela, if you show yourself so supremely indifferent he
will declare off before the wedding-day."
"And take one of you instead. I wish he would."
"No fear. Ada's chains are bound fast about him. One may see how he
loves her."
"Love!" cried Adela. "It is perfectly absurd--from him to me. But it
is the way with those plebeians."
The preparations for the wedding were begun. On so magnificent a scale
that the fashionable world of London was ringing with them. The
bridegroom's liberality, in all that concerned his future wife, could
not be surpassed. Settlements, houses, carriages, horses, furniture,
ornaments, jewellery, all were perfect of their kind, leaving nothing
to be wished for. The Lady Adela had once spoken of Aladdin's lamp, in
reference to her sister Grace's ideal union; looking on these real
preparations, one might imagine that some magic, equally powerful, was
at work now.
Lord Acorn had a place in Oxfordshire, and the family went to it in
October. Mr. Grubb paid it one or two short visits, and went down for
Christmas, staying there ten days. They were all cordial with him,
except Adela; she continued to be supremely indifferent. He won upon
their regard strangely; the girls could do nothing but sing his
praises. Poor unselfish Grace once caught herself wishing that that
early misapprehension had not been one, and then took herself to task
severely. She loved Adela, and was glad for her sake.
But Adela was not quite always cold and haughty. As if to show her
affianced husband that such was not her true nature, she would now and
again be sweetly winning and gentle. On one of these occasions he
caught her hand. They were alone, sitting on a sofa; Frances had run
into the next room for a book they were discussing.
"Adela," he whispered passionately, taking both her hands in his, "but
for these rare moments, I should be in despair."
She did not, for a wonder, resent the words. She glanced up at him, a
shy look in her sweet brown eyes, a smile on her parted lips, a deeper
rose-blush on her delicate face. He stooped and kissed her; kissed her
fervently.
She resented that. For when Frances, coming back on the instant,
entered, she met Adela sweeping from the room in a storm of anger.
Not to let him kiss her! And in six weeks' time she was to be his
wife!
Mr. Grubb had an adventure on the journey home. They had passed
Reading some minutes, when the train was stopped. A down-train had
come to grief through the breaking of an axle, throwing a carriage,
fortunately empty, right across the line; which in consequence was
temporarily blocked up. The passengers of the down-train, very few of
them, were standing about; the passengers of the up-train got out
also.
"Can I be of any use?--can I do anything for you?" asked Mr. Grubb,
addressing a little lady in a black-silk cloak and close bonnet, who
was sitting on a box and looking rather helpless. And, though he had
heard of Miss Margery Upton, he was not aware that it was she to whom
he was speaking.
"It is good of you to inquire, sir; you are the first who has done
it," she answered; "but I don't see that there's anything to be done.
We might all have been killed. They should keep their material in
safer order."
She looked up as she spoke. Some drops of rain were beginning to fall.
Mr. Grubb put up his umbrella, and held it over her. To do this, he
laid down a small hand-bag of Russian leather, on the silver clasp of
which was engraved "C. Grubb." Miss Upton read the name, rose from her
box, and looked him steadily in the face. "It is a good face and a
handsome one," she thought to herself.
"Sir, is your name Grubb?" she asked.
"Yes, madam, it is."
"I read it here," she explained, pointing to the old-fashioned
article.
"Ah, yes," he smiled. "It was my late father's bag, and that was his
name."
"Was he Christopher Grubb?
"He was."
She put her hand on his coat-sleeve, apparently for the purpose of
steadying herself while regarding his face more attentively.
"You have your mother's eyes," she said; "I should know them anywhere.
Beautiful eyes they were. And so are yours."
"And may I inquire who it is that is doing honour to my vanity in
saying this?" he rejoined, in the winning voice and manner
characteristic of him.
"Ay, if you like. I dare say you have heard of me. I am Margery
Upton."
"Indeed I have; and I have wondered sometimes whether I should ever
see you. Then--did you know my mother, Miss Upton?"
"I did; in the old days when we were girls together. Has she never
told you so?"
"Not to my recollection."
"I see. Resented our resentment, and dropped us out of her life as we
dropped her," commented Miss Upton partly to herself, as she sat down
again. "What a tinkering they keep up there! Is your mother living?"
"Yes; but she is an invalid."
"Is it you who are about to marry Lord Acorn's daughter?" continued
Miss Upton.
"Yes. I have just come from them."
"I knew the name was Grubb, and that he was a City man and wealthy,"
she candidly continued; "and the thought occurred to me that it might
possibly be the son of the Christopher Grubb I heard something of in
early life. I did not put the question to the Acorns."
"It is by them I have heard you spoken of," he remarked. "Also by my
sister."
"By your sister!" exclaimed Miss Upton, in surprise. "What sister?
What does she know of me?"
"She was staying some fourteen or fifteen months ago with the
Dalrymples of Moat Grange--it was at the time of Mr. Dalrymple's sad
death--and she made your acquaintance there. She is Mary Lynn, my
half-sister. My father died when I was a little lad, and my mother
made a second marriage."
Miss Upton was silent, apparently revolving matters in her mind. "Did
your sister know that I was her mother's early friend?" she asked.
"Oh no; I think not. She only spoke of you as a stranger--or, rather,
as a friend of the Dalrymples. I never heard my mother speak of you at
all--I do not suppose Mary has."
"That young girl had her mother's eyes," suddenly cried Miss Upton,
"just as you have. They seemed familiar to me; I remember that; but I
wanted the clue, which this name"--bending to look at the bag--"has
supplied. C. Grubb--Christopher was your father's name."
"It is mine also."
"And Francis too!" she quickly cried.
"And Francis too--Francis Charles Christopher." It crossed his mind to
wonder how she knew it was Francis, then remembered it must have been
from the Acorns. Miss Upton had lifted her face, and was looking at
him.
"Why did your mother name you Francis?" she asked, rather sharply.
"I was named Francis after my father's only brother. He was my
godfather, and gave me his name--Francis Charles." And left me his
money also, Mr. Grubb might have added, but did not.
"I see," nodded Miss Upton, apparently satisfied. "You have been
letting Lord Acorn borrow no end of money of you on the strength of
his coming into the Netherleigh estate," she resumed, in her open,
matter-of-fact way, that spoke so much of candour.
Mr. Grubb hesitated, and his face slightly flushed. It did not seem
right to enter upon Lord Acorn's affairs with a stranger. But she
seemed to know all about it, and was waiting for his answer.
"Not on the Netherleigh estate," he answered. "I have always told Lord
Acorn that he ought not to make sure of that."
"You would be quite safe in lending it," she nodded, a peculiar look
of acuteness, which Mr. Grubb did not altogether fathom, on her face.
"Quite."
Some stir interrupted further conversation. The tinkering, as Miss
Upton called it, had ceased, and the down-line was at length ready for
traffic. "Where are my people, I wonder?" cried Miss Upton, rising and
looking around.
They came forward almost as she spoke--a man and a maid servant. The
former took up the box she had been sitting on, and Mr. Grubb gave her
his arm to the train, and put her into the carriage.
"This is the first time I have seen you, but I hope it will not be the
last," she said, retaining his hand, in hers when he had shaken it. "I
am now on my way to Cheltenham, to spend a month, perhaps two months.
I like the place, and go to it nearly every year. When I return, you
must come to Court Netherleigh."
"I shall be very much pleased to do so."
Mr. Grubb had left her, and was waiting to see the train go on, when
she made a hasty movement to him with her hand.
"Perhaps I was incautious in saying that you were safe in lending
money on the Netherleigh property," she whispered in his ear. "Take
care you don't breathe a word of that admission to Acorn. He would
want to borrow you out of house and home."
Mr. Grubb smiled. "I will take care; you may rely on me, Miss Upton."
And he stood back and lifted his hat as the delayed train puffed on.
And it may be well to give a word of explanation whilst Mr. Grubb is
waiting for _his_ delayed train, which is not ready to puff on yet.
The house, "Christopher Grubb and Son," situated in Leadenhall Street,
was second in importance to few in the City; I had almost said second
to none. It had been founded by the old man, Christopher Grubb, father
of the Christopher who had married Catherine Grant, and grandfather of
the Francis who is waiting for his train. The two Christophers, father
and son, died about the same time, and the business was carried on by
old Christopher's other son, Francis. Catherine Grubb, née Grant, was
left largely endowed, provided she did not marry again. If she did, a
comparatively small portion only would remain hers, and at her
disposal--about a thousand a-year; the rest would go at once to her
little son, of whom she would also forfeit the personal guardianship.
Mrs. Grubb did marry again; and the little lad, aged eight, was
transferred to the care of his uncle Francis, in accordance with the
terms of the will, and to his uncle's house in Russell Square. But Mr.
Francis Grubb was no churlish guardian, and the child was allowed to
be very often at Blackheath with his mother. Mrs. Grubb's second
husband, Richard Lynn, who was a barrister, not often troubled with
briefs, did not live long; and she was again left a widow, with her
little girl, Mary Isabel. She continued in the house at Blackheath,
which was her own, and she was in it still.
Upon quitting Oxford, where he took a degree, Francis entered the
house in Leadenhall Street, becoming at once its head and chief. He
showed good aptitude for business, was attentive, steady, punctual;
above all, he did not despise it. When he had been in it three or
four years, his uncle--with whom he continued to reside in Russell
Square--found his health failing. Seeing what must shortly occur, he
recommended his nephew to take a partner--one James Howard, a
methodical, middle-aged, honourable man, who had been in the house
since old Christopher's time. This was carried out; and the firm
became Grubb and Howard. The next event was the death of the uncle,
Francis Grubb. He bequeathed five thousand pounds to Mary Lynn, and
the whole of his large accumulated fortune, that excepted, to his
nephew, Francis the younger, including the house in Russell Square.
Francis had continued to reside in the house since then, until the
present time.
He was quitting it now--transferring it to Mr. Howard; who had taken a
fancy to leave his place at Richmond and live in London. Of course, a
house in Russell Square would not suit the aspiring tastes of Lady
Adela Chenevix, and Francis Grubb had been fortunate enough to secure
and purchase the lease of one within the aristocratic regions of
Grosvenor Square.
The wedding took place in February. Miss Upton did not attend it,
though pressed very much by the Acorn family to do so. She was
still at Cheltenham, not feeling very well, she told them, not
sufficiently so to come up; but she sent Adela a cheque for two
hundred pounds--which no doubt atoned for her absence.
The bride and bridegroom took their departure for Dover en route for
Rome: Lady Adela having condescended to express a wish to visit the
Eternal City.