Part 102 (1/2)
”Quite well; quite as usual. Mamma has been in better health lately. She does not know of this visit, but--”
”I must see her,” interrupted Richard. ”I did not see her the last time, you remember.”
”All in good time to talk of that. How are you getting on in Liverpool?
What are you doing?”
”Don't inquire too closely, Barbara. I have no regular work, but I get a job at the docks, now and then, and rub on. It is seasonable help, that, which comes to me occasionally from you. Is it from you or Carlyle?”
Barbara laughed. ”How are we to distinguish? His money is mine now, and mine is his. We don't have separate purses, Richard; we send it to you jointly.”
”Sometimes I have fancied it came from my mother.”
Barbara shook her head. ”We have never allowed mamma to know that you left London, or that we hold an address where we can write to you. It would not have done.”
”Why have you summoned me here, Barbara? What has turned up?”
”Thorn has--I think. You would know him again Richard?”
”Know him!” pa.s.sionately echoed Richard Hare.
”Were you aware that a contest for the members.h.i.+p is going on at West Lynne?”
”I saw it in the newspapers. Carlyle against Sir Francis Levison. I say, Barbara, how could he think of coming here to oppose Carlyle after his doing with Lady Isabel?”
”I don't know,” said Barbara. ”I wonder that he should come here for other reasons also. First of all, Richard, tell me how you came to know Sir Francis Levison. You say you did know him, and that you had seen him with Thorn.”
”So I do know him,” answered Richard. ”And I saw him with Thorn twice.”
”Know him by sight only, I presume. Let me hear how you came to know him.”
”He was pointed out to me. I saw him walk arm-in-arm with a gentleman, and I showed them to the waterman at the cab-stand hard by. 'Do you know that fellow?' I asked him, indicating Thorn, for I wanted to come at who he really is--which I didn't do. 'I don't know that one,' the old chap answered, 'but the one with him is Levison the baronet. They are often together--a couple of swells they looked.'”
”And that's how you got to know Levison?”
”That was it,” said Richard Hare.
”Then, Richard, you and the waterman made a mess of it between you. He pointed out the wrong one, or you did not look at the right. Thorn is Sir Francis Levison.”
Richard stared at her with all his eyes.
”Nonsense, Barbara!”
”He is, I have never doubted it since the night you saw him in Bean lane. The action you described, of his pus.h.i.+ng back his hair, his white hands, his sparkling diamond ring, could only apply in my mind to one person--Francis Levison. On Thursday I drove by the Raven, when he was speechifying to the people, and I noticed the selfsame action. In the impulse of the moment I wrote off for you, that you might come and set the doubt at rest. I need not have done it, it seems, for when Mr.
Carlyle returned home that evening, and I acquainted him with what I had done, he told me that Thorn and Francis Levison are one and the same.
Otway Bethel recognized him that same afternoon, and so did Ebenezer James.”
”They'd both know him,” eagerly cried Richard. ”James I am positive would, for he was skulking down to Hallijohn's often then, and saw Thorn a dozen times. Otway Bethel must have seen him also, though he protested he had not. Barbara!”
The name was uttered in affright, and Richard plunged amidst the trees, for somebody was in sight--a tall, dark form advancing from the end of the walk. Barbara smiled. It was only Mr. Carlyle, and Richard emerged again.