Part 69 (1/2)
Patty and I had many a quiet laugh over his predicament. And, to add zest to the situation, I informed Singleton of what was going forward.
He came over every night for supper, and to my delight the bluff Englishman was received in a fas.h.i.+on to make the doctor writhe and snort with mortification. Never in his life had he been so insignificant a person. And he, whose conversation was so sought after in the gay season in town, was thrown for companions.h.i.+p upon a scarce-grown boy whose talk was about as salted, and whose intellect as great, as those of the c.o.c.kerouse in our fable. He stood it about a se'nnight, at the end of which s.p.a.ce Philip was put on his horse, will-he-nill-he, and made to ride northward.
I sat with my cousin of an evening as he lay in bed. Not, I own, from any charity on my part, but from other motives which do me no credit.
The first night he confessed his sins, and they edified me not a little.
On the second he was well enough to sit up and swear, and to vow that Miss Swain was an angel; that he would marry her the very next week and his father Grafton were not such a stickler for family.
”Curse him,” says his dutiful and loyal son, ”he is so bally stingy with my stipend that I am in debt to half the province. And I say it myself, Richard, he has been a blackguard to you, tho' I allow him some little excuse. You were faring better now, my dear cousin, and you had not given him every reason to hate you. For I have heard him declare more than once 'pon my soul, I have--that he would rather you were his friend than his enemy.”
My contempt for Philip kept me silent here. I might quarrel with Grafton, who had sense enough to feel pain at a well deserved thrust.
Philip had not the intelligence to recognize insult from compliment. It was but natural he should mistake my att.i.tude now. He leaned forward in his bed.
”Hark you, Richard,” whispers he, with a glance at the door, ”I might tell you some things and I chose, and--and it were worth my while.”
”Worth your while?” I repeated vaguely.
He traced nervously the figures on the counterpane. Next came a rush of anger to redden his face.
”By Gad, I will tell you. Swear to Gad I will.” Then, the little cunning inherited from his father a.s.serting itself, he added, ”Look you, Richard, I am the son of one of the richest men in the colony, and I get the pittance of a backwoods pastor. I tell you 'tis not to be borne with. And I am not of as much consideration at the Hall as Brady, the Irish convict, who has become overseer.”
I little wondered at this. Philip sank back, and for some moments eyed me between narrowed lids. He continued presently with shortened breath:
”I have evidence--I have evidence to get you back a good share of the estate, which my father will never miss. And I will do it,” he cries, suddenly bold, ”I will do it for three thousand pounds down when you receive it.”
This was why he had come with Tom to Talbot! I was so dumfounded that my speech was quite taken away. Then I got up and began pacing the room.
Was it not fair to fight a scoundrel with his own weapons? Here at last was the witness Mr. Swain had been seeking so long, come of his own free will. Then--Heaven help me!--my mind flew on. As time had pa.s.sed I had more than once regretted refusing the Kent plantation, which had put her from whom my thought never wandered within my reach again. Good Mr.
Swain had erred for once. 'Twas foolish, indeed, not to accept a portion of what was rightfully mine, when no more could be got. And now, if what Philip said was true (and I doubted it not), here at last was the chance come again to win her without whom I should never be happy. I glanced at my cousin.
”Gad's life!” says he, ”it is cheap enough. I might have asked you double.”
”So you might, and have been refused,” I cried hotly. For I believe that speech of his recalled me to my senses. It has ever been an instinct with me that no real prosperity comes out of double-dealing. And commerce with such a sneak sickened me. ”Go back to your father, Philip, and threaten him, and he may make you rich. Such as he live by blackmail. And you may add, and you will, that the day of retribution is coming for him.”
CHAPTER XLVIII. MULTUM IN PARVO
I lost no time after getting to Annapolis in confiding to Mr. Swain the conversation I had had with my cousin Philip. And I noticed, as he sat listening to my account in the library in Gloucester Street, that the barrister looked very worn. He had never been a strong man, and the severe strain he had been under with the patriots' business was beginning to tell.
He was very thoughtful when I had finished, and then told me briefly that I had done well not to take the offer. ”Tucker would have made but short work of such evidence, my lad,” said he, ”and I think Master Philip would have lied himself in and out a dozen times. I cannot think what witness he would have introduced save Mr. Allen. And there is scarcely a doubt that your uncle pays him for his silence, for I am told he is living in Frederick in a manner far above what he gets from the parish. However, Philip has given us something more to work on. It may be that he can put hands on the messenger.”
I rose to go.
”We shall bring them to earth yet, Richard, and I live,” he added. ”And I have always meant to ask you whether you ever regretted your decision in taking Gordon's Pride.”
”And you live, sir!” I exclaimed, not heeding the question.
He smiled somewhat sadly.
”Of one thing I am sure, my lad,” he continued, ”which is that I have had no regrets about taking you. Mr. Bordley has just been here, and tells me you are the ablest young man in the province. You see that more eyes than mine are upon you. You have proved yourself a man, Richard, and there are very few macaronies would have done as you did. I am resolved to add another little mite to your salary.”
The ”little mite” was of such a substantial nature that I protested strongly against it. I thought of Tom's demands upon him.