“Well, I hope this will be an exception,” said Stratton, laughing.
“I hope so, too, sir, but it’s no laughing matter, and for my part—though, of course, gentlemen have a right to do as they like—I think there is nothing like a big, flat, zinc2 bath painted oak out, and white in, set on a piece of oilcloth in a gentleman’s bedroom. Then you’ve your big sponge, and a can of water. No trouble about them getting out of order.”
“But the trouble, Mrs Brade,” said Stratton. “No filling; no anything.”
“No, sir, of course not; but you’re always at the mercy of the plumbers3; and if these men don’t always leave their work so that it’ll make another job before long, I’m not a Christian4 woman.”
“Oh, you object to it because it’s new-fashioned,” said Stratton merrily.
“Which, begging your pardon, I don’t, sir. What I do object to is your taking up a beautiful closet to make into a bath room; and out of your sitting room, and none too much cupboard room before. If it had been a cupboard in your bedroom I shouldn’t have said a word.”
“But there was no cupboard there, Mrs Brade, and that closet fitted exactly, so say no more about it.”
“Certainly not, sir, if you don’t wish it; and only too glad am I to have got rid of the workmen; though as I lay in bed last night I said to my husband, ‘Mark my word, John, if Mr Brettison don’t go having a bath made in his room, for there’s the fellow-closet as matches Mr Stratton’s exactly.’”
“To be sure, I never thought of that,” said Stratton merrily. “I’ll give him a hint.”
“Mr Stratton, sir, if you’ve any respect for me and my rheumatism5, don’t. The place smells horrid6 as it is of paint, and French polish, and plumbers, without counting the mess they made, and if you’ll be guided by me you’ll buy a sixpenny box of pastilles and let me burn one every day till the smell of workmen’s gone.”
“Oh, I don’t mind the smell, Mrs Brade. By George, yes, Mr Brettison ought to have a bath put in his.”
“Mr Stratton, sir, don’t, please. He’s sure to if you say a word; and if the workmen come again we shall be having the whole place tumbling about our ears.”
“I hope not. Oh, the old place is strong enough.”
“I don’t know, sir,” said the porter’s wife, shaking her head; “it’s a very old and tumble-down sort of place, and I’ve heard noises, and crackings, and rappings, sometimes, as have made my flesh creep. They do say the place is haunted.”
“With rats?”
“Worse, sir. Oh, I’m told there were strange goings on here in the old times, when a Lord Morran lived here. I’ve heard that your cupboard—”
“Bath room.”
“Well, sir, bath room, was once a passage into Mr Brettison’s chambers7, and his closet was a passage into yours, and they used to have dinners, and feasts, and dancing, and masked balls, at which they used to play dominoes. The gambling8 and goings on was shameful9. But please, sir, don’t say a word to Mr Brettison. I’ve trouble enough with him now. There never was such a gentleman for objecting to being dusted, and the way those big books of his that he presses his bits of chickweed and groundsel in do hold the dust is awful. If you wished to do him some kindness you’d get him away for a bit, so that I could turn his rooms inside out. Postman, sir.”
Mrs Brade hurried to the outer door and fetched a letter just dropped into the box, and upon this being eagerly taken, and opened, she saw that there was no further chance of being allowed to gossip, and saying “Good-morning, sir,” she went out, and down to the porter’s lodge10.
Malcolm Stratton’s hands trembled as he turned the letter over and hesitated to open it.
“What a manly11 hand the old lady writes, and how fond she is of sporting their arms,” he continued, as he held up the great blot12 of red wax carefully sealed over the adhesive13 flap of the envelope.
Then tearing it open he read:
Westbourne Terrace, Thursday.
My Dear Mr Stratton:
Thank you for your note and its news. Accept my congratulations. You certainly deserved to gain the post; the work will be most congenial, and it will give you an opportunity for carrying on your studies, besides placing you in the independent position for which you have worked so long and hard. I wish my dear old friend and schoolfellow, your mother, had lived to see her boy’s success. You must go on now with renewed confidence, and double that success.
Very sincerely yours, Rebecca Jerrold.
Malcolm Stratton, Esquire.
P.S.—I shall be at home to-morrow evening. Come and see me, and bring your friend. Nobody will be here but the girls, who are going to give me a little music, as my brother dines out.
Stratton’s face flushed warmly, and he stood staring before him at the window.
“I could not go there now,” he muttered, “without seeing the old man first. It would not be honourable14. I meant to wait, but—I must speak at once.”
He re-read the letter, and his eyes sparkled with pleasure.
“And I asked her point blank, and she does not even refer to it. Then it was her doing. God bless her! She has been using her interest and working for me. It’s her work, and she must approve of it.”
He hurriedly thrust the letter into his breast as a double rap came at his door, and, upon opening it, Percy Guest came in.
“Got your wire, old chap, and came on at once. Something the matter?”
“Yes; something serious.”
“My dear old man, I’m so sorry. Want help—money? Don’t keep me in suspense15.”
“No, old fellow,” cried Stratton proudly; “the news came this morning, and I telegraphed to you directly.”
“Not—”
“Yes, I am the successor of poor old Professor Raymond—the new curator of the Headley Museum.”
“Hurray!” cried Guest, snatching up a great bird-skin by the beak16 and waving it round his head till he wrung17 its neck right off. “Oh, bother! Three cheers for Professor Stratton! Bravo! Why, you’ll be an awful scientific swell18. Malcolm, old chap, I am glad,” he continued, flinging the choice and valuable specimen19 up on to a bookcase, and grasping his friend’s hand. “You shall dine with me to-night, and we’ll pour out champagne20 libations to the gods.”
“Sit down and be quiet,” said Stratton gravely. “No, old fellow, I can’t dine with you to-night; I’ve something particular to do.”
“Come and have a big lunch, then; we must go mad somehow. Why, its glorious, old man! They’ve had big, scientific, bald-headed old buffers21 there before—regular old dry-as-dusts. Come on; you can’t and I can’t work to-day.”
“Sit down, I tell you, and be serious. I want to talk to you.”
“All right—I may smoke?”
“Smoke? Yes.”
“But are you sure you can’t come?” said Guest, taking out a pipe.
“Quite. I have made up my mind to go to Bourne Square to-night.”
“To the admiral’s?” cried Guest, starting, and changing colour a little.
“Yes; there is an invitation just come for me to go to Miss Jerrold’s to-morrow night and take you.”
“Indeed!” said Guest eagerly.
“She says in a postscript22 that the ladies will be there.”
“Well?” said Guest uneasily, and beginning to smoke very hard.
“Don’t you understand?”
“Eh? No.”
“Then I must speak plainly, old fellow. For a year before they went out to Switzerland we were there a great deal, and met them after.”
Guest nodded and his pipe did not seem to draw.
“We have met them often during these three months that they have been back.”
Guest laughed and struck a match. His pipe was out.
“Well, have you not seen anything?”
“Yes,” said Guest huskily.
“I felt that you must have seen it, old fellow. I have no secrets from you. I have loved her from the first time I saw her at Miss Jerrold’s, and it has gone on growing till at times I have been almost in despair. For how could I speak, poor and hard up as I was—just a student, earning two or three hundred a year?”
“Always seemed attentive23 enough,” said Guest, looking away as his friend paced the room with growing excitement.
“Perhaps; but I have schooled myself to hide it all, and to act as a gentleman should toward Sir Mark. It would have been dishonourable to act otherwise than as an ordinary friend of the family.”
“I suppose so,” said Guest dismally24. “And now?”
“My position is changed. Poverty does not bar the way, and, feeling this, I cannot trust myself. I cannot go and meet her to-morrow evening at her aunt’s without seeing the admiral first, and speaking out to him like a man.”
“And—and—you really—care for her so much, old fellow?” said Guest hoarsely25, and still in trouble with his pipe, which refused to draw.
“Care for her—so much!” exclaimed Stratton, flushing.
“And she?”
“How can I tell? I can only hope. I think she—no, it sounds presumptuous26, but I must tempt27 my fate.”
“And if the lady—”
“Refuses me—the admiral does not approve?”
“Yes. What then?”
“I must try and bear it like a man.”
There was a few minutes’ silence, though it only seemed a moment, when Guest spoke28 again in a curiously29 changed tone of voice.
“But about that Mr Barron, Stratton?”
“Yes; what about him?”
“He is a good deal at Sir Mark’s, isn’t he?”
“Yes; a friend the old gentleman picked up abroad—yachting, I think.”
“You don’t think that he has any intentions?”
“That Mr Barron? No; such an idea never crossed my mind. Absurd! He is quite a middle-aged30 man, I hear; I’ve not seen him. He is no favourite either of old Miss Jerrold. But what’s the matter? Going?”
“Eh? Yes, I’m going now. You won’t come out, old fellow, and I thought we’d put off the congratulatory dinner till another day.”
“Yes, we will. I’m awfully31 sorry, Percy; don’t take it ill of me.”
“No, no; of course not.”
“And—and I’ll communicate with you about to-morrow night. Though, if I don’t go, that is no reason why you should not.”
“No, of course—that is—,” faltered32 Guest, looking at his friend strangely. “Good-bye, old fellow. You are going to the admiral’s to-night?”
“No, I’ll go this afternoon. He may be off out to dinner. Wish me luck, old fellow.”
“Yes,” said Guest slowly, “I wish you luck. I was afraid so,” he said slowly, as he descended33 the stairs, looking careworn34 and wretched. “I ought to have known better. They were always together, and she likes him. Oh! I could break his neck. No, I couldn’t. I’m only a fool, I suppose, for liking35 him. I’ve always been as if I was her dog. One’s own and only friend to come between. Oh, what a crooked36 world it is! Round? Bosh! It’s no shape at all, or it would have been evenly balanced and fair. Good-bye, little Edie; you’ll jump at him, of course. He’s worth half a dozen of such poor, weak-minded beggars as I am; but I loved you very dearly indeed, indeed. I shan’t go and make a hole in the water, little one, all the same. I wonder, though, whether an enterprising young barrister would have any chance in Fiji or the Caroline Isles37? I’ll ask someone who knows.”
Percy Guest went back to his chambers in Grey’s Inn, and about half-past three a cab set down Malcolm Stratton at the admiral’s door.
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