Volume Ii Part 10 (1/2)
”LET IT BE PETER'S G.o.dCHILD.”
I have said that I am approaching the conclusion of this my story, and so in truth I am, so far as the readers thereof are concerned in it.
They will soon be put in possession of its secret, and close this volume, not altogether without regret, as I hope. But for me, and those who played their parts in this drama of mystery, months and years went by without the least clue to its solution. Fairburn Hall remained without a master, although not untenanted. The same servants occupied it as before, and expected, although with less and less of certainty, that the Squire would presently return and claim his own again. The princ.i.p.al rooms, as was stated, had been locked up and sealed ever since his disappearance, and the very neighbourhood of their doors had begun to be avoided after dark. Noises were affirmed to have been heard in them, both canine and human--doubtless the ghostly talk held between Gr.i.m.j.a.w and Sir Ma.s.singberd, who had now no longer any reason for silence concerning that evil deed in which they had been concerned together so long ago. The baronet's voice was also heard in the Park and Chase, especially upon windy nights, cursing and threatening in a very vehement and life-like manner, so that his preserves were almost as well protected by the terror of his absence as they had been by that of his presence. Reckless, indeed, must have been the poacher who wired hares or slaughtered pheasants in the Home Spinney, where the dread Sir Ma.s.singberd must have met with his end, or been spirited away, no man knew how or whither. Had it not been for this superst.i.tious awe, Oliver Bradford would have found it difficult to guard his master's game, for the old keeper, crippled with age and rheumatism, could no longer watch o' nights himself, nor could he easily induce his subordinates to do so, unless in pairs. They, too, had little liking to be alone in the Home Spinney after dusk, nor near the Wolsey Oak, which of late years had had certain portentous tenants in the shape of the two ravens, which were for ever flying to and fro between it and their lodging in the church tower. The old ancestral saying--
”Ill for Heaths when raven's croak Bodeful comes from Wolsey's Oak”--
was remembered and repeated by the old folks of Fairburn to the rising generation with many a solemn head-shake and significant pursing of the lips. Yet, oddly enough, the general opinion, even of these ancient gossips, was, that Sir Ma.s.singberd was yet alive. The misfortune prophesied by the ravens was held to concern the family, or, in other words, young Marmaduke, rather than his uncle. If the behaviour of these intelligent birds proclaimed that the Squire was dead, they deserved rather to be held as doves of good tidings than what they were. No; Sir Ma.s.singberd was alive, and would turn up some day or other, wickeder than ever. His return was as confidently looked for by many of his va.s.sals, as that of Barbarossa was wont to be.
This was not, of course, the case with reasonable persons, like Mr.
Long, and, I may add, myself. When a twelvemonth had elapsed since his disappearance, we both entreated Marmaduke to come down to Fairburn, and take possession of what might fairly be considered his own. Mr. Gerard and Mr. Clint were equally anxious that he should do this, but all persuasion was unavailing. The most that could be extracted from him was the promise that, when he came of age, a year and a half hence, he would do as we pleased. It seemed to us, indeed, the height of improbability that his uncle should still be in the land of the living; it seemed so to the money-lenders, who showed themselves anxious to accommodate the young man with enormous loans at a very trifling rate of interest; but to the heir himself it by no means appeared so certain. There was something characteristic, he thought, of his terrible uncle in this mysterious withdrawal from human ken, with the fiendish object of throwing everything out of gear for years, and thus striking terror by his sudden reappearance. If he did reappear and found another--and that one his hated nephew--in the enjoyment of his property, how diabolical would be his wrath! There was often quite a sublimity of pa.s.sion evinced by the old baronet upon very slight occasions; but all such displays, compared to what would happen in the case supposed, would have been but as a cavalry inspection at the Curragh to the Balaklava charge. Such were the thoughts, I am convinced, which actuated Marmaduke, although he did not express them. He confined himself to stating that he did not consider he had a right to take possession of Fairburn until the time he mentioned had elapsed (nor, indeed, was he legally ent.i.tled to do so for seven years), and I doubt if he would have given even that promise, had he not felt sure that some revelation would be made in the meantime.
But no such revelation _was_ made, and the day of Marmaduke Heath's majority came round at last. Whether he would even then have put his purpose of coming down to Fairburn into effect, had it depended solely upon himself, I cannot say, but he had by that time other interests to consult beside his own. Marmaduke Heath and Lucy Gerard were man and wife; nor, if you had sought all England through, would you have chanced upon a n.o.bler-looking couple. At that period, although it was not so afterwards, the dependence, the reliance, the looking up for comfort and for counsel, so natural and so endearing in wedded life, were upon the wrong side--upon Marmaduke's, not Lucy's. All that was done in respect to his affairs was done by her; he only thought about doing them, and resisted their being done until the very last, when, all other means having failed, her sweet voice was called in by the councillors for his good, and always succeeded. In one matter only had Marmaduke refused even to listen to her--he had insisted upon raising a very large sum upon his now excellent expectations, and settling it upon her before his marriage. In vain he had been a.s.sured that such a settlement was unnecessary, and the interest he would have to pay for the money borrowed, absolutely thrown away. The young man had his way in this; and on the day after the execution of the deed in question they were married. I had determined within myself not to be present at that wedding, in spite of a very pressing invitation, and although Mr. Long himself attended it.
”What, not go to see Marmaduke married?” cried my tutor, when I told him of this intention. I call him still by that name, although he was at this time merely my host, with whom I was stopping during one of my Oxford vacations. ”Why, Meredith, you astonish me beyond measure. I am sure that neither of them will think I have rightly married them, unless you are there to be bridegroom's man. Why, Lucy Gerard loves you, Peter, almost as much as she does Marmaduke himself; while Mr. Gerard, between you and me, would, I think, have preferred----” Then I broke down all of a sudden, and laid my face between my hands upon the table, and sobbed like a child.
”Peter, Peter, my dear boy,” exclaimed the Rector, laying his fingers--ah, so pitifully--upon my head; ”I had not dreamed of this.
Poor lad, poor lad, G.o.d comfort you and strengthen you; I feel for you as though you were my very own son. What blind worms must we have been not to have seen this before; or, rather, how bravely must you have hidden it from us all! She doesn't know it, does she? I trust not. Then let her never know it, Peter. I do not speak of others, for your feelings deserve to be considered as much, and more, dear lad. But, oh, think of hers. What bitterness will mingle with her cup of happiness upon that day, when she feels that you are absent from such a cause--for she will guess the cause at once, Peter.”
”I will be ill,” groaned I. ”Heaven knows that I shall feel ill enough, and that shall be my excuse.”
”And do you think Marmaduke would marry, knowing that his best friend lies ill and alone here? He would never do that. They would feel, I hope, too, that if it were so, I should not have left you. No, Peter; you have been very strong hitherto--be strong unto the end. Let her never know that you have suffered and are suffering now for her sweet sake.”
”I will do what you think is best, dear old friend,” said I; ”but please to leave me by myself a little just now.”
And he did so; and I battled with my own heart and subdued it, and when Marmaduke and Lucy were married I was present.
”My dear Peter, your hand is as cold as a stone!” exclaimed the bridegroom, when he wished me ”Good-bye” that day. But Lucy said nothing, save ”Good-bye, Peter;” and even to that I could not reply.
They were very happy, those two, as indeed they deserved to be. Whatever was wanting at that time in him, her good sense supplied; while in her, neither then nor afterwards, was there anything wanting. She had sympathized as much as lay in her power in the tastes and opinions of her father; she had had a bringing-up which, in these days, would have at least resulted in what is called a strong-minded woman, rather as opposed to a gentle one. This could scarcely, indeed, have been the case with Lucy, but her marriage with Marmaduke made it impossible. Her mind had heretofore been, as it were, all orchard, bringing forth fine and vigorous fruit; a portion of it now became a garden, producing flowers dainty and rare. Her teacher being also her lover, it was no wonder that her progress was rapid; and it is probable that the young student had never found his studies so sweet as when communicating them to such a pupil. From her father, she had learned philosophy; from her husband, how to appreciate all that was beautiful in Nature and touching in Song. As for her politics, Marmaduke was infinitely more solicitous to imbue her with correct views respecting the poets, which, perhaps, was fortunate enough. She would never have admitted, even to please him, that her beloved, father was wrong, or even extreme in his views of government; and, in truth, those opinions of hers--so enthusiastic, so trustful, and founded upon the mistake of believing all her fellow-creatures as guileless as herself--gave her conversation, an added charm. To hear her talk of wrongs and rights, with heightened colour and earnest eyes--no matter how elevated the rank of the person addressed, nor how nearly connected with the very executive of whose acts she was complaining--was enough to make a bishop exchange his mitre for a white hat, and adopt the Thirty-nine Articles recommended by Mr.
Hone.
”Judge Jeffreys himself could never have had the heart to condemn my Lucy for a rebel,” Mr. Harvey Gerard was wont to say; ”although,” he would add, with a cynical twinkle in his eye, ”I would not trust my Lord Ellenborough.”
Mr. Long and myself were both in Harley Street upon the day when Marmaduke came of age; and after dinner, Mr. Clint made a little speech, not without connivance, I think, beforehand with others of the party. He observed, that gratifying as was the occasion in question in all respects, it was most satisfactory to himself, as concluding the period which Marmaduke had a.s.signed as the limit of his abstaining from taking his rightful position in the world. He ventured to say this much upon his own part, as having been connected with the Heath family for a lengthened period; but he would also say for others--what he knew they would be backward to say for themselves--that his young friend owed it to them also not to delay the matter any longer.
Marmaduke's face expressed more painful agitation than I had seen it wear for months. ”I suppose you are right, Mr. Clint,” he returned; ”and, at all events, I will be as good as my word, which I pa.s.sed to Mrs. Heath,” and he looked at his wife, as though he would have appealed to her to release him from that promise.
”Of course, I am right, sir,” returned the lawyer quickly; ”but you are wrong and very uncivil not to give your wife her proper t.i.tle. Lady Heath, I beg to drink your very good health; Sir Marmaduke, here's to your better manners;” and the lawyer emptied his gla.s.s, and filled it up again, in case any other excuse should arise for the drinking of good liquor.
”Lady Heath's health; her husband's better manners,” echoed laughingly round the table.
Marmaduke nerved himself by a strong effort, and replied to this toast with feeling and eloquence. He promised to accede to the request made by Mr. Clint, and to that end would return with us to Fairburn on the next day but one to make his arrangements personally for coming to reside at the Hall. As for his not having a.s.sumed the t.i.tle, he protested, amidst merriment, that he had not hitherto done so, solely out of deference to the feelings of his father-in-law, whom he had once heard describe a baronet as a something only not quite so bad as a lord.
We were all delighted not only with the intentions Marmaduke thus expressed, but with the cheerfulness and gaiety of his manner in speaking of them; and when the rest had retired for the night, and my old friend and I were in my room having that last chat by the midnight fire which is perhaps the zenith of human converse, as the curtain lecture is undoubtedly the nadir, I could not help congratulating him on his change of spirits. ”That you are a happy man, I know,” said I; ”you would be ungrateful indeed if you were otherwise. But I cannot say how pleased I am to find that the good Genius, who has so blessed you in other respects, has exorcised this phantom fear of yours; that you no longer dread that childish bugbear, Sir Ma.s.singberd.”
”Hus.h.!.+” cried he, looking involuntarily over his shoulder; ”do not mention that name, Peter. I would gladly give up house and land this moment, never to go back to Fairburn; I have a presentiment that evil will come of it. She would absolve me from my promise even now--Heaven bless her, as it must do, for she is of the angels!--but that there will be another soon whose interests must be looked to as well as our own. You will be G.o.dfather, dear Peter, will you not? Lucy and I both wish it. 'Let it be Peter's G.o.dchild, Marmaduke,' she said to me only yesterday, although I should not divulge these secrets to an old bachelor like you.”
Of course, I promised readily enough, but long after he had bidden me good-night, I sat over the paling embers, thinking, thinking; and when every coal was charred, and the black bars cold that held them, I sat thinking still. My hopes, for a few fleeting hours, long ago, had been as bright and warm as they, and were now as dark--and dead.
CHAPTER XVI.