Part 85 (1/2)
”Grand!--grand! It's the finest place I ever saw, and well kept up, too!
There's eight men in the garden, and the head-gardener told me he might have as many more, if he wanted them.”
”The horses are overfed; they are like prize oxen.”
”They're fat, to be sure; but it's fine to see them standing there, with their glossy skins, and their names over them, and their tails hanging down like ta.s.sels, and no more call for them to work than if they were lords themselves.”
”I'll make a grand clearance of all that rubbish one day. I'll have none of those German elephants, I promise you, when I come to the property.”
”He isn't going to make room for you yet awhile, he says,” said O'Rorke, with a grin.
”What do you mean?”
”If what he said to me this morning is to be relied on, he means to marry.”
”And haye a family, perhaps?” added Ladarelle, with a laugh.
”He said nothing about that; he talked like a man that hoped to see many years, and happy ones.”
”No one ever lived the longer for wis.h.i.+ng it, or else we heirs-expectant would have a bad time of it. But this is not the question. What answer did he give you?”
”There it is!”
And, as he spoke, he drew from his breast-pocket a large square-shaped letter, ma.s.sively sealed, and after showing the address, ”Miss Luttrell,” on the cover, he replaced it in his pocket.
”Do you know what's in it?” asked Ladarelle, sharply.
”Only that there's money, that's all, for he said to me, 'Any banker will cash it.'”
Ladarelle took a couple of turns of the room without speaking; then, coming directly in front of the other, he said:
”Now, then, Mr. O'Rorke, which horse do you back? Where do you stand to win? I mean, are you going to serve Sir Within or me?”
”He is the bird in the hand, any way!” said O'Rorke, with a grin of malicious meaning.
”Well, if you think so, I have no more to say, only that as shrewd a man as you are might see that an old fellow on the verge of the grave is not likely to be as lasting a friend as a man like myself. In other words, which life would you prefer in your lease?”
O'Rorke made no answer, but seemed sunk in thought.
”I'll put the case before you in three words. You might help this girl in her plans--you might aid her so far that she could come back here, and remain either as this old man's wife or mistress--I don't know that there would be much difference, in fact, as the law stands, between the two--but how long would you be a welcome visitor here after that? You speculate on being able to come, and go, and stay here just as you please; you'd like to have this place as a home you could come to whenever you pleased, and be treated not merely with respect and attention, but with cordiality. Now, I just ask you, from what you have yourself told me of this girl, is that what you would expect when she was the mistress? Is she so staunch to her own people, that she would be true to _you?_”
For some minutes O'Rorke made no answer, and then, leaning both arms on the table before him, he said, in a slow, measured voice, ”What do you offer me yourself?”
”I said last night, and I repeat it now, make your own terms.”
O'Rorke shook his head, and was silent.
”I am willing,” resumed Ladarelle, ”to make you my land-steward, give you a house and a plot of ground rent free, and pay you eighty pounds a year. I'll make it a hundred if I see you stand well to me!”
”I've got some debts,” muttered O'Rorke, in a low voice.