But as he grew cooler, and the first impulse, so natural in him, to pin his enemies and shake them, began to lose its force, less pleasant aspects of the matter rose before him. For the girl and her nonsense and her bad, bad behavior, he did not tell himself, he would not allow, that it was that which hurt him most. On the contrary, he affected5 to put that from him--for the time. He told himself and strove to believe that he could deal with it when it pleased him. He could easily put an end to that folly6. Girls were only girls, and she'd forget. He would deal with that later.
But Arthur's five thousand--that would be lost, if the girl's story were true. Five thousand! It was a fine sum and a d--d pity! The Squire7's avarice8 rose in arms as he thought of it. Five thousand! And that silly woman, Arthur's mother--he would have to provide for her. She would be penniless, almost penniless.
And Arthur himself? Confound him, what had the lad been doing? Why had he been silent about the bank's difficulties and the peril9 in which his money stood? For, it was only two days ago that he had denied the existence of any peril. And then, again, what was this story about that unlucky night which had cost him his sight? If it really was young Ovington who had come to his rescue and beaten off Thomas, why had not Arthur said so? Why had he never let fall a single word about him, never mentioned the young fellow's name, never given him the credit that--that was certainly due to him, rogue10 as he was, if this story were true. There was something odd about that--the Squire moved uneasily in his chair--something underhand and--and fishy11! He had a glimpse of Arthur in a new light, and he did not like what he saw.
He liked it almost less, if that were possible, than he liked another thing--the idea that this young Ovington's silence was creditable to him. If it were indeed he who had done the thing, why had he been quiet all this time, and never even said "I did it"? If a gentleman had behaved after that fashion, the Squire would have known what to think of it. But that this low-bred young cub12, who had behaved so disgracefully to his daughter, should bear himself in that way--no, he was not going to believe it. After all, the world wasn't turned upside down to that extent.
No! For in his connection with the girl the young scamp had shown what he was--a sneaking13, underhand, interloping puppy. In connection with his girl! As he thought of it, the veins14 swelled15 on the Squire's forehead and he shook with rage. His girl! "Damn him! Damn him!" he cried, trembling with passion. And again and again he cursed the man who had dared to raise his eyes to a Griffin--who had stolen his child's heart from him. No fate, no punishment, no lot was too bad for such a one. Help him! Help him, indeed!
The Squire laughed mirthlessly at the notion.
After that there remained only his daughter to think of, and as he came back to her and to her share in the matter, more, far more than he wished, recurred16 to his memory: her prayers and her pleading, her clinging arms and her caresses17, the tears that had fallen on his hands, her warm, slender body pressed against his. He could not forget the sound of her voice in his ears, nor the touch of her hand, nor the feel of her body. Words that she had used returned and beat on his old heart, and beat and beat again, tormenting18 him, trying him, softening19, ay, softening him. He thought of the boy, dead these many years at Alexandria, and, yes, she was all that he had, all. And he must thwart20 her, he must make her unhappy. It was his duty. She knew not what she asked. And she had behaved ill, ay, very ill.
But on that, with a vividness which the reflection had never assumed before--for the old man, like other old men, did not feel old--he saw that he had but a very short span to live--a year or two, or it might be three or four years. The last page of his life was all but turned, the book was near its end. Two or three years and all that he treasured would be hers. Even now he was dependent on her for care and affection, and to the last he must be dependent. A little while and she would be alone, her own mistress; and he who had ruled his lands and his people for more than half a century would be a memory. A memory of what?
Again, and yet again, he felt her arms about his knees, her little head pressed against his breast. Again and yet again her tears, her prayers beat upon his heart. She was a silly woman-child, a fool; but a dear fool, made dear to him in the very hour of her misbehavior. It was his duty to deny her. It was for him to order, for her to obey. And yet, "He saved your life!" that cry so oft repeated, so often dinned21 into his ears, that, too, came back to him. And before he was aware of it he was wondering what manner of man this young fellow was, what spell he had woven about the girl, whence his power over her.
And why had the man been silent about that night? Had he in truth intended to beard him and claim her in the road that morning--when they met? He remembered it.
The son of that man, Ovington! Lord Almighty22! It could hardly be worse. And yet "He saved your life!" The Squire could not get over that--if it were true. If it were really true.
He thought upon it long, forced out of the usual current of his life. Miss Peacock, bringing up his frugal23 luncheon24, found him silent, sunk low in his chair, his chin upon his breast. So he appeared when anyone stole in during the next two hours to attend to the fire or to light his pipe. Calamy, safe outside the door, uttered his misgivings25. "It's the torpor26," he told Miss Peacock, shaking his head. "That's how it takes them before the end, miss. I've seen it often. The torpor! He'll not be long now!"
Miss Peacock scolded the butler, but was none the less impressed, and presently she sought Josina, who was lying down in her room with a headache. She imparted her fears to the girl, and unwillingly27 Jos rose, and bathed her face and tidied her hair, and by and by came out. She must take up the burden of life again.
By that time Miss Peacock had disappeared, and Josina went down alone. Half-way down the upper flight she halted, for she heard a slow, heavy step descending28 the stairs below her. She looked down the well of the staircase, and to her astonishment29 she saw her father going down before her, stair by stair, his hand on the rail, a paper and his stick in the other hand. It was not the first time that he had done such a thing, but hitherto some one had always gone with him, to aid him should aid be necessary.
Josina's first impulse was to hurry after him, but seeing the paper in his hand and recognizing, as she fancied, the agreement that he had signed on the Saturday, she followed him softly, without letting him know that she was there. He reached the foot of the staircase, and with an accustomed hand he groped for and found the door of the dining-room. He pushed open the door and went in. He closed the door behind him, and distinctly--the house was very quiet, it was the dead of the afternoon--she heard him turn the key in the lock.
That alarmed her, for if he fell or met with an accident, there would be a difficulty in assisting him. She moved to the door and listened. She heard him passing slowly and carefully across the floor, she heard the table creak under his hand, as he reached it. A moment later her ear caught the jingle30 of a bunch of keys.
His visit had a purpose, then. He might be going to deposit the lease, but she could not imagine where. His papers were in his own room or in his bedroom. And Calamy had the wine, it could not be that he wanted. For a moment her thoughts reverted31 to her own trouble, and she sighed. Then she caught again the jingle of keys, and she listened, her head bent32 low. What could he be doing? And would he be able to find the door again?
Presently the silence was broken by an oath, followed by a rustling33 sound, as if he were handling papers. This lasted for quite a minute, and then there came from the room a strange, half-strangled cry, a cry that stopped the beating of her heart. She seized the handle of the door and turned it, shook it. But the door, as she knew, was locked, and, terrified, she cried, "Father! Father! What is it? What is it?" She beat on the door.
He did not answer, but she heard him coming towards her, moving at random34, striking against the table, overturning a chair. She trembled for him; he might fall at any moment, and the door was locked. But he did not fall. He reached the door and turned the key. The door opened. She saw him.
Her fears had not been baseless. The light in the doorway35 was poor on that cheerless December day, but it was enough to show her that the Squire's face was distorted and drawn, altered by some strange shock. And he was shaking in all his limbs. The moment that she touched him he gripped her arm, and "Come here! Come here!" he ordered, his voice piping and high. "Lock the door! Lock the door, girl!" And when she had done this, "Do you see that cupboard? D'you see it?"
She was alarmed, for, whatever might be its cause, she was sure that the excitement under which he labored36 was dangerous for him. But she had her wits about her, and the nerved herself to do what he wanted. She saw the open cupboard, of the existence of which she had not known, but she showed no surprise. "Yes, I see it, sir," she said. She put his arm through hers, striving to calm him by her presence.
He drew her across the room till they stood before the cupboard. "Do you see a box?" he demanded, hardly able to articulate the words in his haste. "Ay? Then do you look in it, girl! Look in it. What is there in it? Tell me, girl. Tell me quick! What is in it?"
The box, its lid raised, stood on the shelf before him, and he laid his trembling hand on it. She looked into it. "It is empty, sir," she said.
"Empty? Quite empty?"
"Yes, sir, quite empty."
"Nothing in it?" desperately37. "Are you sure, girl? Can you see nothing? Nothing?"
"Nothing, sir, I am quite sure," she said. "There is nothing in it."
"No papers?"
"No, sir, no papers."
An idea seemed to strike him. "They may ha' fallen on the floor," he exclaimed. "Look! Look all about, girl! Look! Ah," and there was something like agony in the cry, "curse this blindness! I am helpless, helpless as a child! Can you see no papers--on the floor, wench! Thin papers? No? Nor on the shelves?"
"No, sir. There is the lease you signed on Saturday. That is all."
"For God's sake, make no mistake, make no mistake, girl!" he cried in irrepressible agitation38. "Look! Look 'em over. Two papers--thin papers--no great size they are."
She saw that there was something very much amiss, and she searched carefully, but there were no loose papers to be seen. There were boxes on one shelf and bundles of deeds below them, and a great many packets of letters on a shelf above them, but all tied up. She could see no loose papers. None!
He seemed on the verge39 of collapse40, but a new thought came to his support, and he drew her, almost as if he could see, to the other side of the hearth41. There he felt for and found the moulding of the panel, he fumbled42 for the keyhole. But his shaking hands would not do his will, and with a tremulous curse he gave the key to her, and obeying his half-intelligible directions, she unlocked and threw wide first the panel and then the door of the second cupboard.
"Two small papers! Thin papers!" he reiterated43. "Look! Look, girl! Are they there? Some one may have moved them. He may have put them here. Search, girl, search!"
But though she obeyed him, looking everywhere, a single glance showed her that there were no two papers there, papers such as he had described. She told him what she saw--the bundles of ancient deeds, the tarnished44 plate, the jewel cases.
"But no--no loose papers?"
"No, sir, I can see none."
Convinced at last, he uttered an exceeding bitter cry, a cry that went to the girl's heart. "Then he has robbed me!" he said. "He has robbed me! A Griffin, and he has robbed me! Get--get me a chair, girl."
Horrified45, she helped him to a chair, and he sank into it, and with a shaking hand he sought for his handkerchief and wiped the moisture from his lips. Then his hands fell until they rested on his lap, his chin dropped on his breast. Two tears ran down his withered46 cheeks. "A Griffin!" he whispered. "A Griffin! And he has robbed me!"
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peril
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fishy
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cub
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veins
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softening
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