So elated had the Captain been by the result of his interview with Sir Gilbert, that, after detailing to his niece on his return all that had passed between them, he had insisted that she, he and Luigi should all dine together in a private room at a certain popular restaurant (of course at Vanna's expense), when he did not fail to toast Sir Gilbert in a bumper3 of Clicquot. "Here's to your grandsire, my boy," he said to Luigi as he drained his glass; then, having refilled it, he added: "And here's to the coming lord of Withington Chase, and may he never forget all that his old uncle has done for him!"
A little later he remarked: "I don't think it will be long, my boy, before you come into your inheritance. The old man's breaking up, that's plainly to be seen. I shouldn't be surprised if the next winter tries him severely4. He coughed several times during our interview, and a very hollow cough it was."
"And when he is dead and gone, shall I be Sir Luigi Clare?" asked the young man.
"Sir Luigi Clare!" echoed the Captain. "There's a point, now, which I had completely overlooked, while flattering myself that I had forgotten nothing. You will come into the title of course on Sir Gilbert's death. But Sir Luigi Clare will never do. It's altogether too outlandish. We must re-christen you, and that at once."
"Why not make English of the name by turning Luigi into Lewis?" demanded Giovanna.
"The very thing!" replied the Captain. "Which goes to prove that two heads are better than one--especially, my dear, when one of them happens to belong to your sex. Now I come to think, among other inscriptions5 in the little church at the Chase was one to the memory of a certain Colonel Lewis Clare who fell in some battle or other a long time ago. Now, what more natural," he went on with a meaning look at Luigi, "than that your father, instead of naming you after himself, should have preferred to call you after his brave ancestor? Yes, Lewis Clare will do very well indeed--Sir Lewis that will be later on."
Although Giovanna's only visible betrayal of the fact was by a touch of unwonted pallor in her cheeks, she was the prey6 of a dozen conflicting emotions as the doors of Withington Chase were flung wide and she and her uncle crossed the threshold. "And this was my husband's home when a boy," was her first thought as her gaze wandered round the entrance hall. "How little I suspected such a thing! There must have been some powerful motive7 at work to cause him to quit such a roof and to change his name and marry an innkeeper's daughter and seek a new home thousands of miles away. What was that motive, I wonder?"
"Will you come this way, please," said the trained voice of the man in livery a second later, and with that they were presently shown into the same morning-room into which the Captain had been ushered8 the day before.
"And now, my dear, the crucial moment is at hand," said the Captain to Vanna as soon as they were alone. "I hope you have forgotten none of the points in which I have so carefully coached you up."
"I don't think there is much fear of that. I never forget anything which it is essential that I should remember."
"One last caution, however. Take your time in answering Sir Gilbert's questions, and, above all things, don't get flurried."
"Did you ever know me to get flurried, Uncle Verinder?"
"No, 'pon my word, I don't think I ever did. But then I have known you such a very short while."
At this juncture9 the door opened and Sir Gilbert entered the room.
The Captain and Vanna both rose as he came slowly forward, his eyes fixed10 scrutinisingly on his daughter-in-law. Her stately presence and the classic beauty of her features impressed him at the first glance, and therewith came a sudden bouleversement of all his preconceived notions of what she would be like. On the spot he acknowledged to himself that he had done her an injustice11 in his thoughts. After favouring Verinder with a curt12 nod of recognition, he went up to Giovanna and held out his hand with an air of old-fashioned courtesy.
"Am I to presume, madam, that I see before me the widow of my late son, John Alexander Clare?"
"That was my husband's full name, Sir Gilbert--the name he was married in--although, for reasons of his own, he chose to be known to the world simply as Mr. John Alexander."
"To be sure--to be sure." The rich full contralto of her voice sounded pleasantly in his ears. "That was a fact well-known to me at the time. But pray be seated." A wave of his hand included Verinder in the invitation.
He had dropped Giovanna's hand, and there had been a sudden change in his tone as he spoke13 the last words. The fact was that he had caught the Captain smiling and rubbing one hand within the other with an air of supreme14 satisfaction, although the other had certainly not intended that he should do anything of the kind, and therewith he had chilled under a sudden breath of suspicion. "What, after all, if I am being victimised by a couple of schemers!" he said to himself. "And yet that any woman with such a face as that should lend herself---- No, no--I cannot believe it."
Both the others could see that some change had come over him, but were at a loss to guess the cause of it.
"And where was it, madam, if I may be allowed to ask, that you first made the acquaintance of my son?"
"At Catanzaro, Sir Gilbert."
"So--so. Alec's long stay in that, to me, detestable hole of a place is now explained." This was said half to himself. "And where, madam, were you and my son united in the bonds of matrimony?"
"We were married at Malta, at the English church there."
"Ah, then you are a Protestant!"
Giovanna gravely inclined her head. "My father was a Roman Catholic, but my mother was an Englishwoman and a Protestant. My only brother was brought up in the faith of his father, I in that of my mother."
"So much the better--so much the better," ejaculated Sir Gilbert, quite unaware15 that the words were spoken aloud.
It was a fact that Giovanna had been married at the English church at Valetta, but a prior ceremony had been gone through at Catanzaro, at which a Romish priest had been the celebrant, for Giuseppe Rispani was too good a Catholic, or had the reputation of being one, not to insist upon his daughter being married in accordance with the rites16 and ceremonies of his own church. That being done, he had raised no objection to accompanying the young couple as far as Malta (to him, indeed, it was a pleasure trip with all expenses paid), there to give away the bride when the ceremony was gone through for the second time. After that Rispani had bidden his daughter goodbye and gone back home, first, however, borrowing a couple of hundred pounds from his English son-in-law in order, as he averred17, that he might have the means of carrying out certain much needed alterations18 and improvements in the osteria of the Golden Fig19. It is to be feared, however, that the amount in question never got any further than his own pocket.
After the departure of Rispani the newly-wedded couple had made the best of their way to the United States.
To return.
"In that case, madam," resumed the baronet after a brief pause, "you have doubtless been at pains to preserve your marriage certificate."
Giovanna had preserved it, had, in fact, brought it with her this morning. She now produced it, a creased20 and faded-looking document, from the satchel21 suspended from her waist-belt, opened it and handed it to Sir Gilbert; who, having adjusted his pince-nez and drawn22 his chair up to the centre table, smoothed out the certificate upon it and proceeded to read it slowly and carefully from beginning to end, his lips shaping each word silently as he spoke it to himself. It purported23 to be, and was a duly certified24 copy of the entry in the register of the Protestant church at Valetta of the marriage solemnised on the date specified25 between John Alexander Clare and Giovanna Rispani. It would have been idle to dispute its genuineness, even had there been any inclination26, which was far from being the case, on Sir Gilbert's part to do so.
"Madam, the document seems to me in every respect satisfactory," he said gravely as he refolded it and handed it back to Giovanna with a bow.
In return she put into his hands a framed photograph of herself and her husband, taken within a few days of their marriage. "Possibly, Sir Gilbert, this may not be without some interest for you," she said in her quiet, measured tones.
The old man took the photograph and carried it to the window. Scarcely was his back turned before the Captain flashed a look at Vanna which said, "Everything, so far, going on first-rate."
One, two, three minutes were ticked off by the clock on the chimney-piece before Sir Gilbert came back to his chair. His hand trembled a little as he returned the photograph to Giovanna. "Yes, that is Alec to the life," he said. "Poor boy! poor boy!" A deep sigh broke from him as he resumed his seat.
For a little space no one spoke.
It was Sir Gilbert who broke the silence. "Unless I am misinformed, madam, you and your husband found your way to the United States no long time after your marriage?"
"We did, Sir Gilbert. And here a little point occurs to me about which it may be as well to enlighten you. Up to the morning of our marriage I had never known my husband by any other name than John Alexander. The only explanation proffered27 by him after the ceremony was over was, that he had deemed it best, for certain private reasons, to temporarily drop his surname. As to the nature of his reasons, he never enlightened me, and, indeed, so little curious was I to learn them that, as far as I now remember, the subject was never again broached28 between us, and after our arrival in America we were known simply as Mr. and Mrs. Alexander."
"Quite right, quite right," said Sir Gilbert. "My son, for family reasons, chose, right up to the time of his death, to keep his surname in abeyance29. Well, and what happened after your arrival in the States?"
"We settled in a place called Barrytown in one of the Eastern States, where John (I always called my husband John, Sir Gilbert) thought he saw an opening for the profitable investment of his capital. But he had had no training, and in all business relations was little better than a child compared with the shrewd Yankees in whose midst he had chosen to locate himself. The result was what might have been expected. Instead of making money, at the end of two years he found himself about four thousand pounds poorer than when he had started in business."
"That was burning his fingers with a vengeance," interpolated the Captain, who had so far maintained a diplomatic silence.
Sir Gilbert glared at him for an instant and then turned his shoulder a couple of inches more towards him. "Proceed, madam, pray proceed," he said blandly30 to Giovanna.
"By that time our child was born and my health had given way. The doctors told John that the climate of the Eastern States was too inclement31 for me, and that if I stayed there another winter he would risk losing me. Thereupon he decided32 to break up our home and go further inland in search at once of a climate that would be likely to agree with me, and of an opening for what was left of his capital which promised better results than his first venture had brought him. Meanwhile I was to go back to Italy, of course taking my child with me, and strive to recruit my health in my native air. As soon as he found himself prospering33 and had settled where our new home was to be, he would send for me, or fetch me to join him. Well, sir, we parted, my husband seeing me on board ship at New York, little thinking that we should never see each other again. Two letters from him reached me after my arrival at home, in the second of which he told me that he was going to penetrate34 still further west, or south, I forget which. After that came a silence which has remained unbroken till the present day."
As Giovanna ended, her head sank forward a little and, as if involuntarily, the fingers of her right hand sought and pressed the golden hoop35 which still graced the third finger of her left hand.
The Captain had been on thorns for the last few minutes for fear lest she should trip, or contradict herself over some point of the narrative36 which he had so carefully elaborated for her. Now he began to breathe more freely. They were by no means out of the wood yet, but everything had gone so smoothly37 up till now that it was surely not unreasonable38 to hope their good fortune would attend them to the end.
"And you never made any effort to trace your husband?" said Sir Gilbert after a pause.
"Sir Gilbert!" exclaimed Giovanna in a tone of genuine amazement39. "Please to consider the circumstances of the case. Month after month went by, and every morning on opening my eyes, my first words were, 'Surely I shall have a letter to-day.' But none came. Not till a year had gone by did I give up all hope. Whether my husband was alive or dead, I knew not. What was I to do? America is a big country, and even if I had gone back to New York, I altogether fail to see how it would have been possible for me to trace him after the lapse40 of so long a time."
"You are quite right, madam. My question was a foolish one. When the year had gone by, what then? Did you never make any attempt to seek out your husband's relatives?"
"Never, Sir Gilbert. It was a matter I did not feel myself at liberty to pry41 into. Seeing that my husband had never spoken to me about his friends and connections, a certain pride--shall I call it?--withheld me from trying to penetrate a secret which he had not seen fit to share with me."
"At length, however, you saw cause to think differently."
"I was about to explain, Sir Gilbert," said Giovanna with a touch of hauteur42 which became her well. "Time went on till my son was twelve years old, and then my father died (I had lost my mother many years before), after which event I determined43 to come to England, where my only brother had been some time settled. I wanted my son to become acquainted with his father's country, and to train him up to become as much like an Englishman as possible. Besides, as time went on it became requisite44 that he should do something for his living, the whole of my income not amounting to more than a hundred pounds of English money a year. Not to weary you, Gilbert, I will merely add that my son is now, and has been for some time past, earning his living in London as a drawing-master."
"As a drawing-master?" ejaculated Sir Gilbert as if to himself.
"It was quite by accident that my uncle here discovered that my late husband was your eldest45 son, Sir Gilbert; but after the discovery had been made it became a matter of anxious thought with us whether we should, or should not, proceed any further in the affair. At length we decided that, as a matter of simple justice to you, we were bound to acquaint you with the fact that you had a grandson living of whose existence you had heretofore been unaware, leaving it for you to make whatever use of the knowledge you might deem best."
"Brava! bravissima!" ejaculated the Captain under his breath as Giovanna came to an end. "I could not have done it better myself. Not a hitch46 nor a slip anywhere. What will the old boy do now?"
What the "old boy" did was to take a few silent turns about the room with his hands behind his back, his eyes bent47 on the carpet, and his head sunk between his shoulders. It was his invariable practice when mentally puzzled or perturbed48.
"Madam," he said at length, coming to a halt and planting himself on the hearthrug with his back towards the grate, "nothing could have been more straightforward49, or perspicacious50 than the narrative with which you have just favoured me, and I have no hesitation51 in saying that to me it seems to bear the stamp of absolute truth. Singularly enough, it happens that I am in a position to enlighten you and set your mind at rest for ever as to the fate of your husband. Poor Alec was killed by the explosion of a steamboat at a date which, I doubt not, will prove on investigation52 to have been within a few months of the parting between you and him. No wonder, my dear lady, that you looked in vain for any more letters from him."
"Oh, Sir Gilbert," ejaculated Giovanna, "what an awful fate was his! My poor John! My poor husband!"
She covered her face with her hands and bent her head over the end of the couch on which she was seated. Sir Gilbert turned his back and took up first one ornament53 off the mantel-piece and then another. The Captain tried to look sympathetic, but failed signally. No long time passed before Giovanna sat up and quietly wiped her eyes. Sir Gilbert had felt sure that she was not the kind of woman to make a scene, or go into hysterics, and he secretly commended her good sense. He now turned and cleared his voice. During the last minute or two he had made up his mind to a certain course.
"My dear madam," he began, "I trust you will do me the favour of bringing your son to the Chase to-morrow forenoon and introducing him to me." He was careful not to say "my grandson."
Giovanna's heart went up with a bound. "I will do so with the greatest pleasure, Sir Gilbert," she replied in her usual composed tones, but her cheeks flushed a little and a sudden light leapt to her eyes.
"There remains54 one point, however," resumed Sir Gilbert, "about which it may be as well to say a few words, so that, in time to come, no misapprehension in the matter may exist on the part of anyone concerned." Again he cleared his voice. "When my son left England it was by my request. He was deeply involved in debt--not for the first or second time--and he applied55 to me, as he had done before, to extricate56 him from his difficulties. This I agreed to do on condition that he would go abroad and stay there till he should have my permission to return. He agreed to the condition and went. At the end of two years he wrote me to the effect that he was desirous of emigrating and pushing his fortunes in the United States, and that if I would pay over to him the sum of six thousand pounds he would sanction the cutting off of the family entail57. It was an offer which, after consideration, I decided to accept. I had three other sons then living, and from what I knew of Alec it seemed clear to me that after my death he would simply make ducks and drakes of the property. Accordingly, I went out to Catanzaro, taking my lawyer with me. The six thousand pounds was paid over to my son, and in return he signed certain documents, by the provisions of which he cut himself off from all succession to the family estates. Now, I have only spoken of this fact at so much length because I wish it to be clearly understood that no right of succession to the Clare estates any longer exists, and that it is open to me to will every acre of land and every shilling of which I may die possessed58, to whomsoever I may choose to constitute my heirs."
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