Part 56 (2/2)

He lifted abruptly his handsome masculine head, and looked round the ring of his ill-bred visitors with a haughty stare of rebuke and surprise.

”Ladies and gentlemen,” then said he, very coolly, ”I don't see what there is to laugh at! A brother and sister meet after many years'

separation, and the sister cries, poor thing. For my part I think it very natural that she should cry; but not that you should laugh!”

In an instant the whole shame was removed from Richard Avenel, and rested in full weight upon the bystanders. It is impossible to say how foolish and sheepish they all looked, nor how slinkingly each tried to creep off.

Richard Avenel seized his advantage with the prompt.i.tude of a man who had got on in America, and was, therefore, accustomed to make the best of things. He drew Mrs. Fairfield's arm in his, and led her into the house; but when he had got her safe into his parlour--Leonard following all the time--and the door was closed upon those three, then Richard Avenel's ire burst forth.

”You impudent, ungrateful, audacious--drab!”

Yes, drab was the word. I am shocked to say it, but the duties of a historian are stern: and the word was drab.

”Drab!” faltered poor Jane Fairfield; and she clutched hold of Leonard to save herself from falling.

”Sir!” cried Leonard, fiercely.

You might as well have cried ”sir” to a mountain torrent. Richard hurried on, for he was furious.

”You nasty, dirty, dusty dowdy! How dare you come here to disgrace me in my own house and premises, after my sending you L50! To take the very time, too, when--when Richard gasped for breath; and the laugh of his guests rang in his ears, and got into his chest, and choked him. Jane Fairfield drew herself up, and her tears were dried.

”I did not come to disgrace you! I came to see my boy, and--”

”Ha!” interrupted Richard, ”to see him.”

He turned to Leonard: ”You have written to this woman, then?”

”No, sir, I have not.”

”I believe you lie.”

”He does not lie; and he is as good as yourself, and better, Richard Avenel,” exclaimed Mrs. Fairfield; ”and I won't stand here and hear him insulted,--that's what I won't. And as for your L50, there are forty-five of it; and I'll work my fingers to the bone till I pay back the other five. And don't be afeard I shall disgrace you, for I'll never look on your face agin; and you're a wicked, bad man,--that's what you are!”

The poor woman's voice was so raised and so shrill, that any other and more remorseful feeling which Richard might have conceived was drowned in his apprehensions that she would be overheard by his servants or his guests,--a masculine apprehension, with which females rarely sympathize; which, on the contrary, they are inclined to consider a mean and cowardly terror on the part of their male oppressors.

”Hus.h.!.+ hold your infernal squall,--do'.” said Mr. Avenel, in a tone that he meant to be soothing. ”There--sit down--and don't stir till I come back again, and can talk to you calmly. Leonard, follow me, and help to explain things to our guests.”

Leonard stood still, but shook his head slightly.

”What do you mean, sir?” said Richard Avenel, in a very portentous growl. ”Shaking your head at me? Do you intend to disobey me? You had better take care!”

Leonard's front rose; he drew one arm round his mother, and thus he spoke,

”Sir, you have been kind to me, and generous, and that thought alone silenced my indignation when I heard you address such language to my mother; for I felt that, if I spoke, I should say too much. Now I speak, and it is to say, shortly, that--”

”Hush, boy,” said poor Mrs. Fairfield, frightened; ”don't mind me. I did not come to make mischief, and ruin your prospex. I'll go!”

”Will you ask her pardon, Mr. Avenel?” said Leonard, firmly; and he advanced towards his uncle.

Richard, naturally hot and intolerant of contradiction, was then excited, not only by the angry emotions, which, it must be owned, a man so mortified, and in the very flush of triumph, might well experience, but by much more wine than he was in the habit of drinking; and when Leonard approached him, he misinterpreted the movement into one of menace and aggression. He lifted his arm: ”Come a step nearer,” said he, between his teeth, ”and I'll knock you down.” Leonard advanced the forbidden step; but as Richard caught his eye, there was something in that eye--not defying, not threatening, but bold and dauntless--which Richard recognized and respected, for that something spoke the Freeman.

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