Part 87 (1/2)
”Is it true, sir?”
”Begad, yes, it is true, of course it's true. Amory's dead. I tell you he is dead. The first sign of life he shows, he is dead. He can't appear. We have him at a deadlock, like the fellow in the play--the 'Critic,' hey?--dev'lish amusing play, that 'Critic.' Monstrous witty man, Sheridan; and so was his son. By Gad, sir, when I was at the Cape, I remember----”
The old gentleman's garrulity, and wish to conduct Arthur to the Cape, perhaps arose from a desire to avoid the subject which was nearest his nephew's heart; but Arthur broke out, interrupting him--”If you had told me this tale sooner, I believe you would have spared me and yourself a great deal of pain and disappointment; and I should not have found myself tied to an engagement from which I can't, in honour, recede.”
”No, begad, we've fixed you--and a man who's fixed to a seat in Parliament, and a pretty girl, with a couple of thousand a year, is fixed to no bad thing, let me tell you,” said the old man.
”Great Heavens, sir!” said Arthur, ”are you blind? Can't you see?”
”See what, young gentleman?” asked the other.
”See, that rather than trade upon this secret of Amory's,” Arthur cried out, ”I would go and join my father-in-law at the hulks! See, that rather than take a seat in Parliament as a bribe from Clavering for silence, I would take the spoons off the table! See, that you have given me a felon's daughter for a wife; doomed me to poverty and shame; cursed my career when it might have been--when it might have been so different but for you! Don't you see that we have been playing a guilty game, and have been overreached;--that in offering to marry this poor girl, for the sake of her money, and the advancement she would bring, I was degrading myself, and prost.i.tuting my honour?”
”What in Heaven's name do you mean, sir?” cried the old man.
”I mean to say that there is a measure of baseness which I can't pa.s.s,”
Arthur said. ”I have no other words for it, and am sorry if they hurt you. I have felt, for months past, that my conduct in this affair has been wicked, sordid, and worldly. I am rightly punished by the event, and having sold myself for money and a seat in Parliament, by losing both.”
”How do you mean that you lose either?” shrieked the old gentleman. ”Who the devil's to take your fortune or your seat away from you? By G--, Clavering shall give 'em to you. You shall have every s.h.i.+lling of eighty thousand pounds.”
”I'll keep my promise to Miss Amory, sir,” said Arthur.
”And, begad, her parents shall keep theirs to you.”
”Not so, please G.o.d,” Arthur answered. ”I have sinned, but, Heaven help me, I will sin no more. I will let Clavering off from that bargain which was made without my knowledge. I will take no money with Blanche but that which was originally settled upon her; and I will try to make her happy. You have done it. You have brought this on me, sir. But you knew no better: and I forgive----”
”Arthur--in G.o.d's name--in your father's, who, by Heavens, was the proudest man alive, and had the honour of the family always at heart--in mine--for the sake of a poor broken-down old fellow, who has always been dev'lish fond of you--don't fling this chance away--I pray you, I beg you, I implore you, my dear, dear boy, don't fling this chance away.
It's the making of you. You're sure to get on. You'll be a Baronet; it's three thousand a year: dammy, on my knees, there, I beg of you, don't do this.”
And the old man actually sank down on his knees, and, seizing one of Arthur's hands, looked up piteously at him. It was cruel to remark the shaking hands, the wrinkled and quivering face, the old eyes weeping and winking, the broken voice. ”Ah, sir,” said Arthur, with a groan, ”you have brought pain enough on me, spare me this. You have wished me to marry Blanche. I marry her. For G.o.d's sake, sir, rise! I can't bear it.”
”You--you mean to say that you will take her as a beggar, and be one yourself?” said the old gentleman, rising up and coughing violently.
”I look at her as a person to whom a great calamity has befallen, and to whom I am promised. She cannot help the misfortune; and as she had my word when she was prosperous, I shall not withdraw it now she is poor. I will not take Clavering's seat, unless afterwards it should be given of his free will. I will not have a s.h.i.+lling more than her original fortune.”
”Have the kindness to ring the bell,” said the old gentleman. ”I have done my best, and said my say; and I'm a dev'lish old fellow.
And--and--it don't matter. And--and Shakspeare was right--and Cardinal Wolsey--begad--'and had I but served my G.o.d as I've served you'--yes, on my knees, by Jove, to my own nephew--I mightn't have been--Good night, sir, you needn't trouble yourself to call again.”
Arthur took his hand, which the old man left to him; it was quite pa.s.sive and clammy. He looked very much oldened; and it seemed as if the contest and defeat had quite broken him.
On the next day he kept his bed, and refused to see his nephew.
CHAPTER LXXII. In which the Decks begin to clear
When, arrayed in his dressing-gown, Pen walked up, according to custom, to Warrington's chambers next morning, to inform his friend of the issue of the last night's interview with his uncle, and to ask, as usual, for George's advice and opinion, Mrs. Flanagan, the laundress, was the only person whom Arthur found in the dear old chambers. George had taken a carpet-bag, and was gone. His address was to his brother's house, in Suffolk. Packages addressed to the newspaper and review for which he wrote lay on the table, awaiting delivery.
”I found him at the table, when I came, the dear gentleman!” Mrs.