A HOSTAGE AT CRAWFORD'S HOUSE.
The failure of Philip Ray's expedition to Richmond had dispirited him
in the pursuit of the man whom he called John Ainsworth, but whom
Richmond knew as William Crawford. He was an impulsive man in action,
but when action was denied to him, he could make little or no
progress. He was a man of devices rather than plans. In the heat of
action he could invent, but he needed the stimulus of present
necessity or expediency before he could design. He could carry out a
plan, not invent one. He was a good captain, but no general.
Hence, when he found himself baffled at Richmond, he did not know in
what direction to turn for a clue to Ainsworth. He chafed under his
impotency; but he could not remove it. The conclusion to which he came
was that Ainsworth did not live at Richmond, and he hated that town
because of the disappointment he had experienced in it. His
determination to take vengeance on Ainsworth was still unshaken; but
he felt that, having missed his man once, the likelihood of
encountering him again was diminished. Say, according to the law of
chances, they should be fated to meet twice in ten years: one of those
meetings had been missed, owing to the ill-luck of his not being in
Richmond the day Lambton saw Ainsworth there. This, of course, was not
logical, but then no one who knew Ray ever expected him to be
influenced by pure reason. It was not according to the law of chances,
for he had had no chance of seeing Ainsworth in Richmond, since he
himself had not been in the town that day.
On the evening of his return from Richmond he had been asked by
Bramwell to go and apologise to Layard for the postponement or
abandonment of his brother-in-law's visit. Layard had opened the door
for him, and, seeing a young man he did not know, and having heard
from Hetty that Bramwell had promised to call, he concluded that this
was the promised visitor; held out his hand, and had drawn Philip
inside the door before the latter could explain. As soon as Ray had
told Layard he was not the expected man, and that he was only a
relative of the desired guest, "Well," said Layard with one of his
unexpected bright smiles on his homely face, "since you have ventured
into the bandit's cave, I must hold you as hostage until he comes to
release, or reclaim, or redeem you. Sit down."
"But he will not come. He cannot come, he expects me back. He is
unable to come because he cannot leave the boy alone," said Ray,
somewhat disarmed and drawn towards this ugly man with the kind voice
and surprising smile.
"Well, now, you cannot plead the same excuse. You are here, in the
first place, and, in the second place, the boy's not alone now. Do sit
down, pray. I do not make a new acquaintance once in a year, and I
haven't a single companionable neighbour. You won't miss half-an-hour
out of your life, and I should take it as a favour if you gave me
one."
What could Ray do but sit down?
"Do you smoke?" asked Layard.
"Yes.
"For," said Layard, as they lit their pipes, "my sister says she is
certain Mr. Bramwell doesn't smoke; and her reason for thinking so is
because he seems not to be a fool."
"Then," said Ray, putting down his pipe, "perhaps Miss Layard objects
to smoking."
"Not she," said Layard; "it is only her disagreeable way of rebuking
me. Please go on with your pipe."
"Old maids," thought Ray, "invariably do object to smoking. I'm sorry
I sat down, and now I can't in decency get up for a while. An elderly
female edition of this man would be a dreadful sight."
His own handsome face, with its straight brows and straight nose, was
reflected behind Layard's back in the little mirror of the chiffonier.
"You do not live in this neighbourhood?" asked Layard, when Ray had
resumed his pipe.
"No. I live in Camberwell."
Layard straightened himself in his chair, and looked hard at the other
for a few seconds.
"That receding forehead," thought Ray, "indicates a weak intellect. I
hope I am not face to face alone with a madman. What on earth is the
ape looking at! I wish this gorgon sister, however hideous she may be,
would come in."
The door opened, and, in response to his thought, the gorgon entered.
"My sister, Mr. Ray. Hetty, Mr. Ray has called to say that Mr.
Bramwell cannot come this evening; he must not leave his little boy
alone, and I have impounded Mr. Ray."
Ray bowed, and took in his hand the slender hand that was held out to
him with a smile, took in his eyes the smile and the beauty of the
girl, and said to himself, "Are they real?"
He was disposed to think some trick was being played upon him, for,
from what Frank said, he had been prepared for age and ugliness; and
what Layard had said about the smoking had prepared him for sourness
and sarcastic eyes, and here----!
Hetty sat down quite close to Philip, and he felt very strangely at
this, because still he had the feeling that there must be some trick
in the affair; since he was prepared for blue spectacles, and a blue
nose, and a front, perhaps, and prominent teeth. And here, instead,
were the brightest and bluest and most cheerful eyes he had ever seen,
instead of spectacles; and a lovely delicate, shapely nose, with the
least suggestion of an aquiline curve in it, and of the colour of the
petal of a white rose that lies over the petal of a red rose, and hair
that was like amber against the sun, and teeth as even as a child's
and as white as a fresh cut apple. Was it all real?
"Won't you go on smoking, Mr. Ray?" said the apparition at his side.
"I will," said Ray, not knowing what he said, but putting the pipe
mechanically into his mouth. He didn't even say "Thank you." He had
still some notion of unreality in his mind. Was it a dream, if it
wasn't a trick? Anyway, it would be best to be on his guard, so he
only said "I will," without even "Thank you." He was waiting to see
what would happen next.
The next thing that happened was nothing to astonish an ordinary
mortal, but it filled Philip Ray with such a feeling of at once
disappointment and joy that he was afterwards certain he must have
spoken incoherently for a few minutes.
Said Layard to Hetty, "I was just on the point of saying to Mr. Ray
when you came in that if, by any misfortune, another quarter of an
hour went by without my getting food, all would be up with me."
With a laugh Hetty rose and left the room.
Ray thought, "That strange look I saw in his eyes must have been the
bale fire of cannibalism. He must have been thinking of eating me!"
Then in a few minutes the strangest thing in this dream happened
before Philip's eyes. The girl of whose reality he had such doubt
carried in the supper-things like the simplest maiden that ever
ministered to man. Philip rose and stood with his back against the
mantelpiece, looking on, while Layard helped his sister to spread the
feast and kept up a running commentary on the various articles as they
were placed on the table.
When all was ready they sat down, Philip still feeling dull and heavy,
like one in a dream. Could it be that this incomparable being was no
more in that household than the sister of the host? Could it be that
she busied herself with plates and knives and forks, and beef and
salad and cress, just like other girls he had seen? Incredible! And
yet if he had not been dreaming, so it was.
"Pepper, mustard, vinegar, oil! I see only four cruets, Hetty," said
Alfred Layard reproachfully. "What is the meaning of only four cruets?
Where is the fifth?"
"There are only four bottles. What do you want, Alfred?"
"I do not want anything, but Mr. Ray does. Mr. Ray, do you take your
arsenic with your beef or in the salad?"
Philip looked from one to the other with a stupid smile. He felt more
than ever that the whole thing was unreal, notwithstanding the fact
that he was eating and drinking.
"When you know Alfred better, you won't mind anything he says," said
the girl, addressing the guest.
"Speak for yourself," said Layard solemnly and in a warning voice.
"Listen to me! Just as you came into the room, Hetty----"
"O, I know! You told us that before. You were on the point of fainting
from hunger."
"No! That was only my way of putting it. What I really meant was that
I did not feel myself able to face the discovery I had made without
the aid of food instantly applied, and in ample quantities."
"But what about the arsenic?" she asked, with a look of perplexed
amusement.
"I'm coming to the arsenic."
"I thought you intended it for Mr. Ray. What has he done?"
"Hetty, you are flippant. What has he done? Why, do you know that he
lives at Camberwell?" cried Layard, putting down his knife and fork,
and glaring at his sister with a horrified expression.
"Is that a capital offence at Welford?" asked Ray, trying to rouse
himself.
"In the present connection it is ten thousand times a worse crime than
slaying the sacred Ibis. You live at Camberwell. You walk along the
tow-path. You get by a floating-stage from the tow-path to Boland's
Ait. Confess! You may as well confess. I see it all now. Were you on
Boland's Ait within the past week?"
"Certainly; I confess I was. Is that a still greater offence than
living at Camberwell?"
"It makes parts of the stupendous crime."
"And what is the stupendous crime?"
"Our sometime lodger, Mr. Crawford, saw you come along the track, saw
you disappear behind the head of the island, and saw you did not
reappear at the other end. Being thus unable to make head or tail of
you, he thought you were drowned, and insisted on my going out at a
most untimely hour in order that we might make certain of your fate.
As we just got under Welford Bridge you stepped out from under it,
looking not a penny the worse; I say you deserve death for these
abnormal aquatic habits of yours, by which you disturb a quiet
household, and take a peaceful citizen like me away from his warm
fireside into the bleak winds of December close on midnight."
"I'm very sorry, I'm sure," said Ray, with a smile, "and I am very
much indebted to Mr. Crawford for the interest he took in me. He must
be a very kind-hearted man."
"He's a hero!" cried Hetty enthusiastically. "A Bayard!"
"But, as I told you before, rather fat for the part," said her
brother. "Mr. Ray, he is our lodger and our landlord, and hence he
must be above all reproach. Our association with him would put him all
right if he was a Thug. But my sister is really too much carried away
by her admiration for this Bayard because he married a rich woman----"
"Who is a hopeless invalid," broke in Hetty.
"Who owns a good deal of property in this neighbourhood----"
"And is ever so much older than he. I call him a most heroic man."
"And large savings out of her income."
"Mr. Ray, don't mind Alfred. He is only joking. In his secret heart he
admires Mr. Crawford as much as I do; but he will not give in. This
man saved Mrs. Crawford from being burned in her house. She is ever so
much older than he, and he married her out of a wish to make her happy
after saving her life at the risk of his own." The girl became quite
excited as she spoke. Her lips quivered, her cheeks flushed, the
golden light blazed in her blue eyes.
Her brother looked at her with admiration.
Philip Ray looked at her, and for the first time in his life realised
ecstasy. He had never tasted the wine of love before, and now he was
drinking the most potent and intoxicating of all kinds--love at first
sight.
"I consider," he said, at last fully awake, "Mr. Crawford a very lucky
man." He meant in having so beautiful an advocate.
"So do I," said Layard, meaning in a worldly sense.
"And does he live with you always?" asked Ray, who had some confused
memory of the phrase, "sometime lodger."
"No," said Hetty. "He is to come to us for only a couple or three days
a month. He has his offices for the property upstairs."
"O, I see," said Ray, much relieved. He did not want this object of
her admiration to be near her. He was now interested no more in Mr.
Crawford. To keep the conversation going, he said, "And where does Mr.
Crawford live the rest of the time?"
"At Richmond."
He started. The name of the town was a harsh, discordant note; but he
said nothing, and shortly after took his leave, promising to call
again.
From that night he visited almost every evening at Crawford's House.
When he was not there he pitied himself with a pathetic, desperate
pity. When he was there he wondered how all the rest of the world
could be content to dwell so far apart from her.