Part 48 (1/2)
”You will be more comfortable down here with me, won't you, my dear, than up there, with not a creature to speak to?”
In this way Mrs Protheroe made her apology for giving Miss Mackenzie her tea downstairs, in a little back parlour behind the kitchen. It was a tidy room, with two wooden armchairs, and a bit of carpet over the flags in the centre, and a rug before the fire. Margaret did not inquire why it smelt of tobacco, nor did Mrs Protheroe think it necessary to give any explanation why she went up herself at half-past seven to answer the bell at the area; nor did she say anything then of the office messenger from Somerset House, who often found this little room convenient for his evening pipe. So was pa.s.sed the first evening after our Griselda had left the Cedars.
The next day she sat at home doing nothing,--still talking to Hannah Protheroe, and thinking that perhaps John Ball might come. But he did not come. She dined downstairs, at one o'clock, in the same room behind the kitchen, and then she had tea at six. But as Hannah intimated that perhaps a gentleman friend would look in during the evening, she was obliged to betake herself, after tea, to the solitude of her own room. As Hannah was between fifty and sixty, and nearer the latter age than the former, there could be no objection to her receiving what visitors she pleased. The third day pa.s.sed with Miss Mackenzie the same as the second, and still no cousin came to see her. The next day, being Sunday, she diversified by going to church three times; but on the Sunday she was forced to dine alone, as the gentleman friend usually came in on that day to eat his bit of mutton with his friend, Mrs Protheroe.
”A most respectable man, in the Admiralty branch, Miss Margaret, and will have a pension of twenty-seven s.h.i.+llings and sixpence a week in a year or two. And it is so lonely by oneself, you know.”
Then Miss Mackenzie knew that Hannah Protheroe intended to become Hannah Buggins, and she understood the whole mystery of the tobacco smoke.
On the Monday she went to the house in Gower Street, and communicated to them the fact that she had left the Cedars. Miss Colza was in the room with her sister-in-law and nieces, and as it was soon evident that Miss Colza knew the whole history of her misfortune with reference to the property, she talked about her affairs before Miss Colza as though that young lady had been one of her late brother's family. But yet she felt that she did not like Miss Colza, and once or twice felt almost inclined to resent certain pus.h.i.+ng questions which Miss Colza addressed to her.
”And have you quarrelled with all the Ball family?” the young lady asked, putting great emphasis on the word all.
”I did not say that I had quarrelled with any of them,” said Miss Mackenzie.
”Oh! I beg pardon. I thought as you came away so sudden like, and as you didn't see any of them since, you know--”
”It is a matter of no importance whatever,” said Miss Mackenzie.
”No: none in the least,” said Miss Colza. And in this way they made up their minds to hate each other.
But what did the woman mean by talking in this way of all the b.a.l.l.s, as though a quarrel with one of the family was a thing of more importance than a quarrel with any of the others? Could she know, or could she even guess, anything of John Ball and of the offer he had made? But this mystery was soon cleared up in Margaret's mind, when, at Mrs Mackenzie's request, they two went upstairs into that lady's bedroom for a little private conversation.
The conversation was desired for purposes appertaining solely to the convenience of the widow. She wanted some money, and then, with tears in her eyes, she demanded to know what was to be done. Miss Colza paid her eighteen s.h.i.+llings a week for board and lodging, and that was now two weeks in arrear; and one bedroom was let to a young man employed in the oilcloth factory, at seven s.h.i.+llings a week.
”And the rent is ninety pounds, and the taxes twenty-two,” said Mrs Mackenzie, with her handkerchief up to her eyes; ”and there's the taxman come now for seven pound ten, and where I'm to get it, unless I coined my blood, I don't know.”
Margaret gave her two sovereigns which she had in her purse, and promised to send her a cheque for the amount of the taxes due.
Then she told as much as she could tell of that proposal as to the interest of the money due from the firm in the New Road.
”If it could only be made certain,” said the widow, who had fallen much from her high ideas since Margaret had last seen her. Things were greatly changed in that house since the day on which the dinner, a la Russe, had been given under the auspices of Mr Grandairs. ”If it can only be made certain. They still keep his name up in the firm.
There it is as plain as life over the place of business”--she would not even yet call it a shop--”Rubb and Mackenzie; and yet they won't let me know anything as to how matters are going on. I went there the other day, and they would tell me nothing. And as for Samuel Rubb, he hasn't been here this last fortnight, and I've got no one to see me righted. If you were to ask Mr Slow, wouldn't he be able to see me righted?”
Margaret declared that she hardly knew whether that would come within Mr Slow's line of business, and that she did not feel herself competent to give advice on such a point as that. She then explained, as best she could, that her own affairs were not as yet settled, but that she was led to hope, from what had been said to her, that the interest due by the firm on the money borrowed might become a fixed annual income for Mrs Mackenzie's benefit.
After that it came out that Mr Maguire had again been in Gower Street.
”And he was alone, for the best part of half an hour, with that young woman downstairs,” said Mrs Mackenzie.
”And you saw him?” Margaret asked.
”Oh, yes; I saw him afterwards.”
”And what did he say?”
”He didn't say much to me. Only he gave me to understand--at least, that is what I suppose he meant--that you and he-- He meant to say, that you and he had been courting, I suppose.”
Then Margaret understood why Miss Colza had desired to know whether she had quarrelled with all the b.a.l.l.s. In her open and somewhat indignant speech in the drawing-room at the Cedars, she had declared before Mr Maguire, in her aunt's presence, that she was engaged to marry her cousin, John Ball. Mr Maguire had now enlisted Miss Colza in his service, and had told Miss Colza what had occurred. But still Miss Mackenzie did not thoroughly understand the matter. Why, she asked herself, should Mr Maguire trouble himself further, now that he knew that she had no fortune? But, in truth, it was not so easy to satisfy Mr Maguire on that point, as it was to satisfy Miss Mackenzie herself. He believed that the relatives of his lady-love were robbing her, or that they were, at any rate, taking advantage of her weakness. If it might be given to him to rescue her and her fortune from them, then, in such case as that, surely he would get his reward. The reader will therefore understand why Miss Colza was anxious to know whether Miss Mackenzie had quarrelled with all the b.a.l.l.s.
Margaret's face became unusually black when she was told that she and Mr Maguire had been courting, but she did not contradict the a.s.sertion. She did, however, express her opinion of that gentleman.