Part 45 (1/2)
So saying, I rose and quitted the room, leaving Mr. Vernor, in a state of ill-suppressed rage, to the enjoyment of his own reflections.
On entering the hall, I found old Peter Barnett awaiting me. As I appeared, his stiff features lighted up with a most sagacious grin of intelligence, and approaching me, he whispered:--
”Did ye give it him strong?” (indicating the person he referred to by an expressive jerk of his thumb towards the library door). ”I heard ye blowing of him up--but did ye give it him reg'lar strong?”
”I certainly told Mr. Vernor my opinion with tolerable plainness,”
replied I, smiling at the intense delight which was visible in every line of the strange old face beside me.
”No! Did ye?--did ye? That was right,” was the rejoinder. ”Lor! how I wish I'd a been there to see; but I heard ye though--I heard ye a giving it to him,” and again he relapsed into a paroxysm of delight.
”Peter,” said I, ”I want to have a little private conversation with you--how is that to be managed? Is there any place near where you could meet me?” -304-- ”You come here from Hillingford, didn't ye, sir?” I nodded a.s.sent. He continued:--”Did you notice a hand-post which stands where four roads meet, about a mile and a half from here?”
”I saw it,” returned I, ”and even tried to read what was painted on it, but of course, after the manner of all country direction posts, it was totally illegible.”
”Well, when you get there, take the road to the left, and ride on till ye see an ale-house on the right-hand side, and stay there till I come to ye.”
”I will,” replied I, ”but don't keep me waiting longer than you can help--there's a good man.”
An understanding grin was his only answer; and mounting my unpleasant horse (who seemed much more willing to proceed quietly when his head was turned in a homeward direction), I rode slowly through the park, my state of mind affording a practical ill.u.s.tration, that Quintus Horatius Flaccus was about right in his conjecture that Care sometimes indulged herself with a little equestrian exercise on a pillion.{1}
1 ”Post equitem sedet atra cura.”
CHAPTER x.x.xIX -- THE COUNCIL OF WAR
”Oh! good old man: how well in thee, appears The constant service of the antique world!”
--_As You Like It_.
”Now will I deliver his letter; for the behaviour of the young gentleman gives him out to be of good capacity and breeding.”
--_Twelfth Night_.
”Farewell! be trusty, and I'll quit thy pains.
Farewell! commend me to thy mistress.”
--_Romeo and Juliet_.
THE place of meeting appointed by Peter Barnett was easily discovered, and having tied up my horse under a shed, which served the double purpose of stable and coach-house, I took possession of a small room with a sanded floor, and throwing myself back in a most uneasy easy-chair, began to think over my late interview, and endeavour to devise some practicable plan for the future. The first thing was to establish some means of free communication with Clara, and this I hoped to accomplish by the a.s.sistance of Peter Barnett. I should thus learn Mr. Vernor's proceedings, and be able to regulate my -305-- conduct accordingly. If, as I dreaded, he should attempt to force on the marriage immediately, would Clara, alone and una.s.sisted, have sufficient courage and strength of purpose to resist him? I feared not; and how was I effectually to aid her? The question was more easily asked than answered. It was clear that her fortune was the thing aimed at, for I could not believe either Mr. Vernor or his nephew likely to be actuated by disinterested motives;--and it was to their avarice, then, that Clara was to be sacrificed--had she been portionless she would have been free to marry whom she pleased. Of all sources of evil and misery, money appears to be the most prolific; in the present case its action was twofold--Clara was rendered wretched in consequence of possessing it, while the want of it incapacitated me from boldly claiming her hand at once, which appeared to be the only effectual method of a.s.sisting her.
My meditations were at this point interrupted by the arrival of my future privy counsellor, Peter Barnett, who marched solemnly into the room, drew himself up to his full height, which very nearly equalled that of the ceiling, brought his hand to his forehead in a military salute, and then, closing the door cautiously, and with an air of mystery, stood at ease, evidently intending me to open the conversation.
”Well, Peter,” began I, by way of something to say, for I felt the greatest difficulty in entering on the subject which then occupied my thoughts before such an auditor. ”Well, Peter, you have not kept me waiting long; I scarcely expected to see you so soon: do you imagine that Mr. Vernor will remark your absence?”
”He knows it already,” was the reply. ”Why, bless ye, sir, he ordered me to go out hisself.” ”Indeed! how was that?”
”Why, as soon as you was gone, sir, he pulled the bell like mad. 'Send Mr. Richard here,' says he. 'Yes, sir,' says I, 'certingly; only he's not at home, sir.' When he heard this he grumbled out an oath, or sumthin' of that nature, and I was going to take myself off, for I see he wasn't altogether safe, when he roars out 'Stop!' ('You'd a said ”halt,” if you'd a been a officer or a gentleman, which you ain't neither,' thinks I.) 'What do you mean by letting people in when I have given orders to the contrairy?' says he. 'Who was it as blowed me up for sending away a gent as said he wanted to see you on partiklar business, only yesterday?' says I. That bothered him nicely, and he didn't know how to be down upon me; -306-- but at last he thought he'd serve me one of his old tricks. So he says, 'Peter, what are you doing to-day'?' I see what he was at, and I thought I'd ketch him in his own trap. 'Very busy a cleaning plate, sir,' says I. This was enough for him: if I was a cleaning plate, in course I shouldn't like to be sent out; so says he, 'Go down to Barnsley, and see whether Mr. c.u.mberland is there'. 'But the plate, sir?' 'Never mind the plate.' 'It won't never look as it ought to do, if I am sent about in this way,' says I. 'Do as you're ordered, and leave the room instantly,' says he, grinding his teeth reg'lar savage-like. So I took him at his word, and come away to see you as hard as I could pelt; but you've put him into a sweet temper, Mr. Fairlegh.”
”Why, that I'm afraid was scarcely to be avoided,” replied I, ”as my business was to inform him that I considered his nephew an unfit person to marry his ward.”
”Oh! did you tho'?--did you tell him that?” cried my companion, with a chuckle of delight; ”that was right: I wonder how he liked that!”