"A thousand pounds will be quite enough for Tiplady," he decided8, after some mental debate, carried on at intervals9. "If the old fellow lets me join him at all, he'll take me for that: money's nothing to him."
This, you perceive, would leave Mr. Philip two hundred pounds to play with: a very desirable acquisition. But the partnership10 question remained as yet in abeyance11. Mr. Tiplady was very much engaged with some troublesome private affairs of his own at this period, was often from home; and for the time being seemed to have forgotten his talk with Lady Cleeve about the partnership.
Philip was particularly careful not to refresh his memory. His mother felt anxious now and then that no progress was being made: she spoke12 to Philip about it, only to have her fears pooh-poohed, and be put off in that young gentleman's laughing, easy-going style.
"A month or two more or less cannot make any possible difference, mother," he said one day. "Besides, I don't think it would be wise to bother Tiplady just now. It will be time enough to speak when he has got through his law-suit with Jarvis."
It did not take Philip Cleeve very long to make a considerable hole in the two hundred pounds: set aside in his own mind as a margin13 to be used for whatever contingencies15 might arise. In the first place, his IOU to Freddy Bootle for his losses at cards in October had to be redeemed16, Freddy having lent him the money to square up: although it might have stood over for an indefinite period as far as Freddy was concerned. This of itself ran away with a considerable sum. Then Philip discovered that he had been in the habit of dressing17 less well than was desirable, and so replenished18 his wardrobe throughout. After that, chancing to be one day at the jeweller's, he took a fancy to a gold hunting-watch and a couple of expensive rings. The latter articles he would draw off and slip into his pocket when going into his mother's presence; while of the existence of the watch she knew nothing. Not for a great deal would he have had Lady Cleeve suspect that he had touched a penny of the twelve hundred pounds. Yes, he was not without faults, this Master Philip.
For some little time past, he had taken to be more from home than usual, in the evening, and to return to it later. Lady Cleeve did not grumble19; she but thought he was at the Vicarage, or at the house of some other friend. He was more often at The Lilacs than she was at all aware of. Not that she would have objected: she rather liked Captain Lennox; and she knew nothing of the high play carried on there, or of the unearthly hours that it sometimes pleased Mr. Philip to come in.
It was not play, though, that made Philip's chief attraction at The Lilacs. It was Mrs. Ducie. His pleasant evenings were those when cards were not brought out, when the time was filled with conversation and music. On such occasions Philip left at the sober hour of eleven o'clock, and had nothing to reproach himself with next morning; unless it were, perhaps, that when in the fascinating company of Mrs. Ducie, he almost forgot the existence of Maria Kettle.
Yet it was impossible to say that Margaret Ducie gave him any special encouragement, or led him on in any way. She was probably aware of his admiration20 for her, but there was nothing that savoured of the coquette in her mode of treating him. She was gracious and easy and pleasant, and that was all that could be said: and she drew an impalpable line between them which Philip felt that it would not be wise on his part to attempt to overpass21. Meanwhile life was rendered none the less pleasant, in that he could now and then pass a few sunny hours in her society.
Early in December, Mrs. Ducie went up to London to stay with some friends, purposing to be away a month or two; and after her departure Philip did not find himself at The Lilacs quite so often. One day, however, he chanced to meet Captain Lennox in the street, who gave him a cordial invitation for the evening, to meet some other men who would be there.
"I expect Camberley and Lawlor and Furness," said Captain Lennox. "You don't know Furness, I think? Married a wife with four thousand a year, lucky dog! Come up in time for dinner."
Of course Philip accepted. Indeed, it was a rare thing for him to decline an invitation of any kind. Company pleased him, gaiety made his heart glad.
Play, that evening, began early and finished late. The stakes were higher than usual; the champagne22 was plentiful23. The clock struck five as Philip stood at his own door, fumbling24 for his latch-key. He had one of his splitting headaches, and his pockets were lighter25 by seventy pounds than they had been eight hours previously26. Seventy pounds!
All that day he lay in bed ill, and was waited upon by his mother, who had no suspicion as to the real state of affairs, or that he had been abroad late. Her own poor health obliging her to retire early, rarely later than ten, she supposed Philip came in at eleven, or thereabouts. His headache went off towards dusk, but the feeling of utter wretchedness that possessed27 him was still left. He was a prey28 to self-remorse, not perhaps for the first time in his life, but it had never stung him so bitterly as now. In the evening, when he had dressed himself, he unlocked his desk and took out his bank-book. He had not looked at it lately. After deducting29, from the balance shown there, the amount lost by him at cards the previous evening, together with two or three other cheques which he had lately paid away, he found that there now remained to his credit at the bank the sum of nine hundred and thirty-five pounds. In something less than three months he had contrived30 to get through two hundred and sixty-five pounds of his mother's gift--of the gift which had cost her long years of patient pinching and hoarding31 to scrape together. At the same rate how long would it take him to squander32 the whole of it? As he asked himself this question he shut up his bank-book with a groan33, and felt the hot tears of shame and mortification34 rush into his eyes.
He was still sitting thus when a letter was brought him. It proved to be a note of invitation from Maria Kettle, written in the Vicar's name, asking Philip to dinner on the 12th of January, her father's birthday. A similar note had come for Lady Cleeve. The Vicar always kept his birthday as a little festival, at which a dozen or more of his oldest friends were welcome. The sight of Maria's writing touched and affected35 Philip as it might not have done at another time. His heart to-night was full of vague longings36 and vain regrets, and perhaps equally vain resolves. He would give up going to The Lilacs, he would never touch a card again, he would cease to seek the society of Margaret Ducie--and, he would ask Maria to promise to be his wife. At this very Vicarage dinner, opportunity being afforded, he would ask her.
He was very quiet and subdued37 in manner during the next few days, spending all his leisure time at home. Some two years previously he had taken a fancy to teach himself German, but had grown tired of it in a couple of months, as he had grown tired of so many other hobbies in his time. He now hunted out his books again, and began to brush up his half-forgotten knowledge. His mother was delighted at the new industry: it gave her so much more of him at home.
The evening of the twelfth arrived, and Lady Cleeve and Philip drove over to the Vicarage in a fly. The brougham of fat, good natured Dr. Downes was just turning from the door after setting down its master. Lady Cleeve went into a room to take off her warm coverings, and Philip waited for her in the little hall.
"What, you here!" he exclaimed, as Captain Lennox entered. "Ay. Why not?"
"I should have fancied this house would be too quiet for you," returned Philip. "There will be no Camberley--no high play here."
Captain Lennox stroked his fair moustache, and looked at Philip with an amused smile.
"My good sir, do you suppose I must live ever in a racket? Mr. Kettle was good enough to invite me, and I had pleasure in accepting. As to Camberley--his play goes a little further at times than I care for."
A pretty flush mounted to Maria's cheek as she met Philip; his laughing hazel eyes seemed to have a meaning in them, the pressure of his hand was more emphatic38 than usual. They had not seen much of each other lately. No direct words of love had yet passed between them, but there was a sort of tacit understanding on both sides that one day they would in all probability become man and wife; needing no assurance in set phrases that they would be true to each other and wait till circumstances should be propitious40. Of late, however, Philip's visits to the Vicarage had been few and far between. Rumours41 had reached Maria of evenings spent in the billiard-room of the Rose and Crown, and of his frequent presence at The Lilacs. When Maria thought of Margaret Ducie's attractions, her heart grew sad.
The dinner guests numbered a dozen--all pleasant people. One or two handsome girls were there, but Philip had eyes for Maria only.
"How nice she looks!" he thought; "how pure, how candid42! What is it that constitutes her nameless charm? It cannot be her beauty."
No, for Maria had not very much of that. It was the goodness that shone from every line of her countenance43.
Dinner over, the Vicar and a few of his guests retired44 to his study for a sober hand at whist, leaving the drawing-room free for music and conversation: and so the evening passed on.
Ten o'clock struck, and Philip's momentous45 words to Maria were still unspoken. At last the watched-for opportunity came. In her search for some particular piece of music, Maria went downstairs to what she still called her schoolroom, and Philip followed. A single jet of gas was lighted, and she was stooping over an old canterbury when he put his arm round her waist. She had not heard his footsteps, and rose up startled.
"Oh, Philip!" she cried, and sought to push his hand away.
"Do not repulse46 me, Maria," he whispered, a strange earnestness in his generally laughing eyes. "I am here to tell you how truly and tenderly I love you. I am here to ask you to be my wife."
"Oh, Philip!" was all that poor Maria could reiterate47 in that first moment of surprise.
"You must have known all along that I loved you, and I ought perhaps to have spoken before," he continued. "But I cannot be silent longer. Tell me, my dearest, that you will be mine--my own sweet wife for ever!"
Maria's face was covered with blushes. Her eyes met Philip's in one brief loving glance, but no word did she speak. He drew her to him and kissed her tenderly twice. His arms were round her, her head rested on his shoulder, when there came a sound of footsteps outside the door. An instant later, Philip was alone. How brief a time had sufficed to seal the fate of two persons for weal or woe48!
Philip felt intensely happy now that the ordeal49 was over--although he had never anticipated a refusal from Maria. No more gambling50, no more dangerous visits to The Lilacs, or evenings in the billiard-room; life would be full of other and sweeter interests now. His mother would rejoice in his good fortune, and all would be _couleur de rose_ in time to come.
'Twas a pity that an unwelcome thought should intrude51 to mar14 the brightness. Somehow Philip began to think of the money he had drawn52 from the bank.
"What a fool I was to break into the thousand pounds!" he exclaimed, his mood changing to bitterness. "I might have confined myself to the extra two hundred. That would not have so much mattered, while the thousand was enough for Tiplady. But to have lessened53 _that_ by--how much is it--sixty or seventy pounds! If I could but replace it! If we had but gold-fields over here as they have yonder," nodding his head in some vague direction, "where a man may dig up to-day what will last him to-morrow. No such luck for me. _I_ can't pick any up."
A bustle54 in the hall--and Philip left the room. Lady Cleeve was passing out to her fly, which waited for her, escorted to it by good Dr. Downes. She had already stayed beyond her time: Philip would walk home later. He helped to place his mother in it, wished her goodnight, and returned to the rooms with the old Doctor.
At eleven o'clock the party broke up: late hours were not in fashion at the Vicarage. As Philip wished Maria goodnight, he whispered that he should be with her on the morrow: and the warm pressure of his hand and the love-light that sat in his eyes were more eloquent55 than any words.
Dr. Downes was fumbling with the sleeves and buttons of his overcoat in the hall: his own man generally did these things for him.
"Let me help you, Doctor," said Philip: and buttoned the coat deftly56.
"Thank you, lad," returned the Doctor. "Would you like a lift as far as I go?"
Philip thought he would, and got into the roomy old brougham, and chatted soberly with the old physician on the way. He got out of it when they came to the side-turning that led to the Doctor's house, said goodnight, and strode onwards.
Dr. Downes took snuff. A bad habit, perhaps, and one less general now than in the years gone by. He took it out of a gold box, one of great value, presented to him by a grateful patient, Lord Lytham: and this box, being rather proud of it, the old Doctor was fond of exhibiting in company. The first thing he did, arrived at his own fireside, his coat and comforter off, was to put his hand in his pocket for his snuff-box.
It was not there!
Had the Doctor found himself not to be there, he could hardly have felt more surprise. That he had not dropped it in the carriage, he knew, for he had never at all unbuttoned his overcoat: still he sent out and had it searched; and made assurance doubly sure.
"Well, this is a strange thing!" ejaculated the Doctor.
"When did you have it last, sir?" asked Granby, his faithful servant of many years.
"A few minutes before I left the Vicarage," said Dr. Downes, after pausing to think. "The Vicar took a pinch with me; we were standing39 before the fire; and I distinctly recollect57 putting the box back into my pocket. After that, I shook hands with one or two people, and came away."
"Suppose I send Mark to the Vicarage, sir?" suggested Granby. "He'd run there in no time: they'll not be gone to bed."
"It is sure not to be there," said the Doctor testily58, as Granby came back from despatching the boy. "How could it leave my pocket after I had put it there?"
"Perhaps it did, sir--when you were getting on your coat to come away. Who knows? You are not clever at putting on that coat, sir--if you'll forgive my saying so--and turn and twist about like anything over it."
"Young Cleeve helped me. And the coat's tight and awkward. I suppose--I suppose," added Dr. Downes, slowly and thoughtfully, "that Cleeve did not take the snuff-box to play me a trick?"
"Well, sir, I should not think he would play such a trick as that, though he is a gay and careless young spark."
"Oh, you think him so, do you, Granby?"
"I'm sure he is, sir," amended59 Granby. "He's more than that, too--a regular young spendthrift: and it's a pity to have to say it of Lady Cleeve's son. Half his time he is at the Rose and Crown playing billiards60, and the t'other half he is playing cards for high stakes at Captain Lennox's, with my Lord Camberley and other rich folk."
"Why, Granby, how the deuce do you know all this?"
"Why, sir, all the town knows it. Leastways about the time he spends in the billiard-room. And Captain Lennox's man happens to be an old acquaintance of mine, so we often have a chat together. It's James Knight61, sir, who once lived with Sir Gunton Cleeve, and perhaps you may remember him."
"But--billiards, and cards, and high stakes--how does young Cleeve find the money for it all?" debated the Doctor.
"Ay, sir, that's the puzzle of it. Lady Cleeve can't give it him. Anyway, he has it, and sits at the Captain's card-table with a heap of gold and silver piled up before him."
Dr. Downes fell into a rather unpleasant reverie. He knew nothing of the money that Lady Cleeve had placed to her son's account in the bank, and he wondered where Philip's means could come from.
"Camberley and Lennox, and those rich fellows, may stake ten-pound notes if they choose to be so idiotic," cogitated62 the Doctor. "But such recklessness in Philip means ruin. What possesses the lad? Takes after his father, I'm afraid: _he_ rushed into folly63 in his young days. But he pulled himself up in time."
Mark came back from the Vicarage, bringing no news of the gold snuff-box. The Vicar, much concerned, searched in the hall himself; he spoke of the pinch he had taken from the box, and he saw Dr. Downes return the box to his pocket. Dr. Downes sat looking uneasily into the dying embers of his fire as he revolved64 the news.
"Is it possible," he presently asked himself, "is it possible that Philip can have _stolen_ the box? Stolen it to make money of for his cards and billiards?"
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| n.愚笨，愚蠢，蠢事，蠢行，傻话 | |
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| v.（使）旋转( revolve的过去式和过去分词 )；细想 | |
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