Part 19 (1/2)

On the next day, Friday, Mrs. Masters did not come down to breakfast, but was waited upon upstairs by her own daughters. This with her was a most unusual circ.u.mstance. The two maids were of opinion that such a thing had never occurred before, and that therefore Masters must have been out half the night at the public-house although they had not known it. To Mary she would hardly speak a word. She appeared at dinner and called her husband Mr. Masters when she helped him to stew. All the afternoon she averred that her head was splitting, but managed to say many very bitter things about gentlemen in general, and expressed a vehement hope that that poor man Goarly would get at least a hundred pounds. It must be owned, however, that at this time she had heard nothing of Lord Rufford's commission to her husband.

In the evening Larry came in and was at once told the terrible news.

”Larry,” said Kate, ”Mary is going away for a month.”

”Where are you going, Mary?” asked the lover eagerly.

”To Lady Ushant's, Mr. Twentyman.”

”For a month!”

”She has asked me for a month,” said Mary.

”It's a regular fool's errand,” said Mrs. Masters. ”It's not done with my consent, Mr. Twentyman. I don't think she ought to stir from home till things are more settled.”

”They can be settled this moment as far as I am concerned,” said Larry standing up.

”There now,” said Mrs. Masters. At this time Mr. Masters was not in the room. ”If you can make it straight with Mr. Twentyman I won't say a word against your going away for a month.”

”Mamma, you shouldn't!” exclaimed Mary.

”I hate such nonsense. Mr. Twentyman is behaving honest and genteel.

What more would you have? Give him an answer like a sensible girl.”

”I have given him an answer and I cannot say anything more,” said Mary as she left the room.

CHAPTER XIX.

”WHO VALUED THE GEESE?”

Before the time had come for the visit to Rufford Hall Mr. Gotobed had called upon Bearside the attorney and had learned as much as Mr. Bearside chose to tell him of the facts of the case. This took place on the Sat.u.r.day morning and the interview was on the whole satisfactory to the Senator. But then having a theory of his own in his head, and being fond of ventilating his own theories, he explained thoroughly to the man the story which he wished to hear before the man was called upon to tell his story. Mr. Bearside of course told it accordingly. Goarly was a very poor man, and very ignorant; was perhaps not altogether so good a member of society as he might have been; but no doubt he had a strong case against the lord. The lord, so said Mr. Bearside, had fallen into a way of paying a certain recompense in certain cases for crops damaged by game;--and having in this way laid down a rule for himself did not choose to have that rule disturbed. ”Just feudalism!” said the indignant Senator. ”No better, nor yet no worse than that, sir,” said the attorney who did not in the least know what feudalism was. ”The strong hand backed by the strong rank and the strong purse determined to have its own way!” continued the Senator. ”A most determined man is his lords.h.i.+p,” said the attorney. Then the Senator expressed his hope that Mr. Bearside would be able to see the poor man through it, and Mr. Bearside explained to the Senator that the poor man was a very poor man indeed, who had been so unfortunate with his land that he was hardly able to provide bread for himself and his children. He went so far as to insinuate that he was taking up this matter himself solely on the score of charity, adding that as he could not of course afford to be money out of pocket for expenses of witnesses, &c., he did not quite see how he was to proceed. Then the Senator made certain promises. He was, he said, going back to London in the course of next week, but he did not mind making himself responsible to the extent of fifty dollars if the thing were carried on, bona fide, to a conclusion. Mr. Bearside declared that it would of course be bona fide, and asked the Senator for his address. Would Mr. Gotobed object to putting his name to a little docket certifying to the amount promised? Mr. Gotobed gave an address, but thought that in such a matter as that his word might be trusted. If it were not trusted then the offer might fall to the ground. Mr. Bearside was profuse in his apologies and declared that the gentleman's word was as good as his bond.

Mr. Gotobed made no secret of his doings. Perhaps he had a feeling that he could not justify himself in so strange a proceeding without absolute candour. He saw Mr. Mainwaring in the street as he left Bearside's office and told him all about it. ”I just want, sir, to see what'll come of it.”

”You'll lose your fifty dollars, Mr. Gotobed, and only cause a little vexation to a high-spirited young n.o.bleman.”

”Very likely, sir. But neither the loss of my dollars, nor Lord Rufford's slight vexation will in the least disturb my rest. I'm not a rich man, sir, but I should like to watch the way in which such a question will be tried and brought to a conclusion in this aristocratic country. I don't quite know what your laws may be, Mr.

Mainwaring.”

”Just the same as your own, Mr. Gotobed, I take it.”

”We have no game laws, sir. As I was saying I don't understand your laws, but justice is the same everywhere. If this great lord's game has eaten up the poor man's wheat the great lord ought to pay for it.”

”The owners of game pay for the damage they do three times over,”

said the parson, who was very strongly on that side of the question.

”Do you think that such men as Goarly would be better off if the gentry were never to come into the country at all?”

”Perhaps, Mr. Mainwaring, I may think that there would be no Goarlys if there were no Ruffords. That, however, is a great question which cannot be argued on this case. All we can hope here is that one poor man may have an act of justice done him though in seeking for it he has to struggle against so wealthy a magnate as Lord Rufford.”

”What I hope is that he may be found out,” replied Mr. Mainwaring with equal enthusiasm, ”and then he will be in Rufford gaol before long. That's the justice I look for. Who do you think put down the poison in Dillsborough wood?”