Part 41 (1/2)
”There's such a thing as compromise.”
”Compromise? What do you mean?”
”If you insist on receiving the full amount of your demand, no doubt Messrs. McTavish & Brown will keep you waiting as long as they can--if you ever succeed in getting it at all. But, supposing you agree to accept half----”
”Or three-quarters.”
”Or three-quarters. The major sum might be mentioned first; but, if time is of importance, I should advise you to allow yourself to be persuaded to accept half, or even a trifle less, and to give a full quittance for all claims, on condition, say, that the amount agreed upon is paid within four-and-twenty hours.”
”They shall pay it!--I'll see to that! And then when I've got it I'll go at 'em for the rest.”
”Ahem! I cannot allow myself to be a.s.sociated with any such scheme as that.”
”Can't you? We'll see! You stop where you are. I'll dress, and then you shall go with me to Messrs. McTavish & Brown as my legal adviser! and when I leave them I'll be richer than when I started, or they'll be sorry!” Mrs. Lamb pa.s.sed into her bedroom, through the partially open door of which her voice proceeded: ”Don't you go meddling with any of the things in there; I know exactly what there is, so don't you think I don't.
If I suspected you of taking so much as a paper-knife, I'd have it out of you if I had to strip every rag of clothing off you to get at it.”
CHAPTER XXV
ALARUMS AND EXCURSIONS
Messrs. McTavish & Brown, solicitors, of Southampton Row, London, W.C., had a large, sound and lucrative family connection. They numbered among their clients several people of really excellent position, persons whose names ought to have been in the _Doomsday Book_, and were in Burke's _Landed Gentry_, and in various other places in which one would desire one's name to be found. Among those names was that of d.y.k.es--Lady Julia d.y.k.es, relict of Sir Eastman d.y.k.es, third baronet of Fennington Park, Ess.e.x. Sir Eastman had himself been one of the firm's clients, one whom they had every reason to value highly. His testamentary dispositions had been of such a kind that the administration of his estate had practically been left in the hands of Messrs. McTavish & Brown until the coming of age of his eldest son. A handsome income had been left to his well-beloved wife, together with the nominal guardians.h.i.+p of everything which once was his; actually, however, she did nothing of the slightest importance except with the cognisance and approval of the gentlemen in Southampton Row.
Lady d.y.k.es was a lady of a certain age, and of almost more than a certain presence. She was one of those persons who are const.i.tutionally p.r.o.ne to lean--metaphorically!--upon some one or something, and she leaned upon Messrs. McTavish & Brown rather more than they altogether cared for. She consulted them not only every week, but sometimes on each day of the week; often on matters which had no connection with the law, and had nothing to do with them either.
She had been known to ask their advice on the question of the retention or dismissal of a cook. On one memorable occasion she had actually written to them to learn if they thought that it would be becoming for her to attend a drawing-room in a scarlet satin gown. To make the matter worse, that letter was addressed to Mr. McTavish in person. As it was a standing joke with Mr.
Brown, who allowed himself an indecorous lat.i.tude in matters of real importance, that her ladys.h.i.+p had matrimonial designs upon that well-seasoned bachelor, it was a painful moment to Mr.
McTavish when he learned that she requested his advice upon what, to his thinking, was a matter of such singular delicacy.
On the afternoon on which Mrs. Gregory Lamb set out with Mr.
Luker to visit Messrs. McTavish & Brown, Lady d.y.k.es was paying one of her very numerous visits to her solicitors. She was closeted with both partners in Mr. McTavish's private room, the senior partner having insisted on summoning the junior to take part in the inevitable conference, he having an almost morbid disinclination to be left alone with her. McTavish had an uncomfortable feeling, however much he might try to hide the fact from Brown, that her ladys.h.i.+p was disposed to show herself much more friendly when he had no one to keep him in countenance. Had they dared, both men would have made it a general rule to put her off on to one of their managing clerks, but they had learned from experience that though the soul of generosity she was quick to take offence, and, therefore, if she would talk nonsense, all they could do was to make her pay for it--which they did.
The time had arrived for her eldest hope, Eastman, to take up his residence at the university. On the present occasion she had called to renew, for the fiftieth time, the interminable discussion as to what was the exact annual amount he was to be allowed while there, and what exactly he was to do with it.
”I am particularly anxious,” she explained, as she had done over and over and over again (some ladies think that the more they repeat themselves the more emphatic they become--which is a mistake), ”that he should not waste his money, and worse than waste his money, on what I cannot but consider, and every mother would consider--every mother who cares for her child (and how many mothers do!)--extremely undesirable connections. For instance”--she started on a little story which her legal advisers had heard from her lips more than a dozen times--”Mrs.
Adams was telling me only a few weeks ago that her second son, Bernard, who is at Cambridge, at Caius College, or Trinity, or Keble, or St. John's--it's one or the other--I'm not sure which, though I know he's in some part of the building”--she always spoke of a university as if it consisted of one large building, though she must have known better--”has been lavis.h.i.+ng--positively lavis.h.i.+ng!--articles of various kinds, gifts, presents of every description, from bon-bons to gloves, and from shoes to ribbons, and I don't know what else beside--it seems he kept a list of them, I don't know why, and she found it--it made me dizzy to hear her merely read it through, it was that long!--upon, of all creatures in the world--it seems inconceivable, for I've known the boy from a baby, and so did Sir Eastman--but it was a young woman in a tobacconist's shop.
Picture what his mother's feelings were; picture what mine would be if I made a similar discovery. If there is one rule to which I have adhered through life it is to allow no one connected with me to have anything to do with females of questionable antecedents. And a tobacconist shop! Am I not right?”
She looked directly at Mr. McTavish, who coughed, and answered--
”Certainly, Lady d.y.k.es; quite right”.
Mr. Brown said nothing; he looked the more.
”You yourselves, although of the opposite s.e.x, know perfectly well how necessary it is to have such a rule. You would not have built up this great business were it not universally known that you invariably refuse to accept as clients persons--especially when they are of the feminine gender--who are not of the highest respectability. I myself should not be here at the present moment were I not a.s.sured that was the case--of course that you understand. You would no more allow a woman of a certain cla.s.s to enter your private office, Mr. McTavish, than I should allow a navvy to enter my drawing-room.”
It was perhaps a trifle unfortunate that Mrs. Gregory Lamb, attended by Mr. Isaac Luker, should have chosen that particular moment to introduce herself into the premises of Messrs.