Out of his grave rose up before my face.”
“Not by appointment do we meet delight and joy—
But, at some turning in the walks of life,
They on a sudden clasp us with a smile.”
It was Friday afternoon, two days since the evening when Nugent had driven me away from Durrus to Garden Hill. The sun was shining into Miss Burke’s drawing-room, and through the window I caught occasional glimpses of Miss Burke herself in her garden, examining the hotbed,{275} standing3 with arms akimbo to direct the operations of the garden boy, or ejecting an errant Plymouth Rock, that had daringly flown over the fuchsia hedge into the garden from the yard.
“Do you remember that afternoon when you said good-bye to Willy out there?” I said, looking round at Nugent, as Miss Burke slammed the garden gate on the intruder. “I was there by the henhouse all the time.”
“Yes, I knew you were—I was watching you out of the window while I was being talked to by Miss Croly.”
“Then why did you say what you did about America to Willy? You must have known I could hear.”
“I wanted you to hear. I thought then that you had treated me very badly. In fact, I am not at all sure that I don’t think so still.{276}”
I left the window in which we were standing, and went back to the armchair which Mrs. Barrett had once so abundantly filled.
“I want to ask you something,” I said; “what was it—why—I mean, what made you write me that letter?”
“Because, under the circumstances, it was about the only thing for me to do”—in a tone which told of past indignation. “I was warned off!”
“I never warned you,” I said, trying to appear absorbed in studying the figures on the Japanese screen that I was holding.
“No, I dare say you did not; but it came to pretty nearly the same thing when you got your uncle to do it for you.”
“I! I never did anything of the kind!”
“But your uncle himself told me——” he began, and stopped.{277}
“Told you what?” I said, sitting bolt upright.
“Well,” he answered reluctantly, “that last day I was at Durrus—after the ball, you know—your uncle sent for me, and he told me you were engaged to Willy.”
“I engaged to Willy!” I cried hotly. “How could he have——”
The words died on my lips; I could not now dispute about anything Uncle Dominick had said.
“He said more than that,” said Nugent, coming and standing over me; “he said he thought—he was pretty sure, in fact—that you wanted me to know it” (reddening at the recollection), “and so then, of course——”
It was a hard thing to hear. The falsehood had come near spoiling both our lives, and with the thought of it the remembrance of the time that was over{278} came like a wave about me—the wretchedness and bewilderment, the heart-ache and the hidden strivings with it, the effort for Willy’s sake. I looked up into the troubled blue eyes that were fixed4 on mine, and, with such a reaction from pain as comes seldom in a life, I stretched out both my hands.
“Oh, Nugent,” I said, calling him by his name for the first time, “why did you believe it?”
He took hold of my hands, and knelt down beside me. “I think,” he said, in a low voice, “because I loved you so much.”
I could not now say more than this, even to Nugent. Uncle Dominick had only been buried this morning, and all that had happened that last afternoon was still fresh in my mind. They had recovered his body from the bog5 hole the same night, after{279} long searching, and a telegram had been sent to try and catch Willy before he started. But it had been too late; he and Anstey had sailed for Melbourne a few hours before the telegram had gone, and now a second message had been sent to Melbourne to await his arrival there. There had been very few at the funeral, Nugent said; he and his father, and old Mr. McCarthy, the solicitor6, and Dr. Kelly, who had conducted the inquest, were, with the Durrus servants, the only people there.
“They went by the old road across the bog,” he said, in answer to a question from me. “It was a lovely morning, just like spring. I looked at Poul-na-coppal as we walked past, and you can see at once that something unusual has happened there. The banks are all muddy and trampled7, and the heather and bog myrtle that used{280} to grow round it are torn and broken down. You wouldn’t know it.”
“Not know Poul-na-coppal! I wish I could think I should ever forget it.”
“They had had the mausoleum opened,” Nugent went on. “I can just remember seeing it open before, when I was six years old, and they took me to old Theodore’s funeral—by way of a treat. It’s an awful old place.”
“Oh, Nugent,” I said, “was Moll Hourihane there?”
“No, I hear she has gone off her head altogether, and just sits by the fire and says ‘Gibber’ all the time—or words to that effect.”
“Nonsense!”
“Well, that is what your friend Tom told me. I was quite glad to hear that she was turning into a good conventional idiot, after all.{281}”
“Was old Brian there?”
“Yes; he had the cheek to ask me if I knew who was to get the property. He is as ill-conditioned an old ruffian as I ever saw. I told him that till the will was read, no one knew anything about it.”
“I hope your father went up to the house to hear it,” I said, with an uneasy recollection of my uncle’s threat to disinherit Willy in my favour.
“I have not the least doubt he did—in fact, I believe McCarthy asked him to do so; but as I knew it could be of no special interest to any one but Willy, I came right on here. It seemed to me as if I would prefer it.”
Miss Mimi’s gardening occupied her till nearly tea time; at least it was not till then that we heard her voice reverberating8 in the hall.{282}
“See now, Joanna, be sure and put plenty of butter on the toast, and don’t wet the tea till I ring the bell. The mistress and Miss Bessie will be home from Moycullen soon, and”—in a lower voice—“there’s Miss Sarsfield and Mr. O’Neill in the drawing-room.”
Here there came a ring at the bell.
“Mercy on us! who’s this?” exclaimed Miss Burke; “and me in me awful old gardening clothes!”
We heard her hastily retreat into the room opposite, and then, in a muffled9 voice, issue her directions.
“Say I’m not at home, Joanna, and Miss Sarsfield’s not able to see any one!”
“Good woman,” murmured Nugent.
The door was opened, and Joanna’s steadfast10 assertions that “all the ladies were out of home,” were reassuringly11 audible; but the next instant we heard{283} Miss Mimi emerge from her refuge, and shamelessly betray her confederate.
“Don’t mind Joanna, O’Neill! Come in, come in! I never thought it was you!”
“How do you do, Miss Burke?” said O’Neill; “I am glad you are not as inhospitable as Joanna!” Here followed an apologetic giggle12 from Joanna, and O’Neill continued. “And how is your guest? Better, I hope.”
“Oh, the poor child! She was awfully13 bad yesterday; she never lifted her head from the pillow all day. I think some one was greatly disappointed when he came to inquire! But come in and see her; she’s in the drawing-room.”
O’Neill’s manner when he came in, was, I at once felt, somewhat shorn of its usual intimate devotedness14, and I discerned in it a certain striving after a paternal15 tone.{284} He shook my hand with a pressure and a shake of his head, that were meant to convey at once a facetious16 reproach and forgiving congratulation, and as soon as possible took advantage of the cover afforded to him by Miss Burke’s appropriate witticisms17, and, after a word or two, left my side. Miss Mimi’s exuberant18 enthusiasm soon became a trifle wearying to the objects of it, and although O’Neill gallantly19 seconded her, I think he was as glad as either Nugent or I when the return of Mrs. Burke and Miss Bessie, and the arrival of tea, caused a diversion.
Soon afterwards, however, he again came up to where I was sitting.
“I want to say a word or two to you, my dear Miss Theo,” he said. I guessed that they would be on the subject which I most dreaded20, but which was, I knew, inevitable21. “It is about that sad business,{285}” he went on, drawing his chair up to mine; “very deplorable it has all been—very shocking—and so trying for you! And how fortunate that Nugent turned back that evening with Kelly! He says he scarcely knows why he did; but I dare say it is not impossible to imagine his reason!”—with a temporary relapse from the paternal tone. “However, what I wanted to say to you was this; when your uncle’s papers were searched to-day, two wills were found, one of comparatively old standing, in Willy’s favour, and the other—well, you can hardly call it a will—was dated only a few days ago—the first of this month,—it was quite incomplete, neither finished nor signed, but in it it was clear that his intention had been to leave everything he possessed22 to you. Unluckily, for want of the signature, it is perfectly23 valueless——” He broke off, and stuck his eye{286}-glass into his eye in order to observe me more intently.
“I am very glad,” I said in a low voice. “I would not have taken it.”
“Well, you see, it was only to be expected that he should want to punish Willy for that outrageous24 marriage of his. Upon my word, I should have done the same if Nugent had done anything of the kind—or, I may say, if he hadn’t done precisely25 what he has done!”
I paid no attention to O’Neill’s implied compliment.
“Poor Willy!” I said, more to myself than to him; “no matter what the will had been, I would never have taken what ought to have been his.”
“Ah! that’s all very nice and kind and romantic,” said O’Neill, wagging his head sapiently26, “but you ought to remember that your father was the eldest27 son, and{287} that it was only by what you might call a fluke that he did not inherit. I always thought that it was a wonderful stroke of luck for Dominick, old Theodore’s outliving your father. Why, if Owen had held out a couple of days longer, Durrus would be yours this minute! It certainly was an iniquitous28 thing,” he went on, in a wheezy, indignant whisper, “that your grandfather never took the trouble to find out anything about Owen—where he was, if he was married and had any children, and all that kind of thing. But not a bit of it! If Owen survived him, well and good, he got the property; but if he didn’t, Dominick was to have it—no reference made to Owen’s possible heirs—nothing! Upon my soul, it puts me in a passion whenever I think of it!”
O’Neill pulled out his handkerchief, and began to polish his heated countenance29.{288}
I did not answer. While he was speaking, that idea which had haunted me since my last meeting with my uncle again thrust itself into my mind, and I began to feel that there might have been a motive30 for such a tragedy as had been shadowed in his ravings. I could not sit here with those loud, cheerful voices round me, and O’Neill’s red, interested face opposite to me. I knew he was expecting me to speak, but I could not find words to do so. It was vain to look to Nugent to interpose, as he was with difficulty holding his own against the combined assault of Mrs. Burke and her two daughters, who were delightedly making him the occasion to parade venerable jests that had seen hard service in many a previous engagement.
“It was a funny thing now, Willy’s marrying that girl. D’ye know had he{289} any notion of his father’s intentions?” began O’Neill again, hitching31 his chair still closer to mine with the evident intention of starting a long and satisfactory discussion.
I had been rapidly forming various schemes of escape, but I was spared having to carry out any of them by the timely intervention32 of Joanna, who at this juncture33 appeared at the door and announced that “Misther Roche had brought over Miss Sarsfield’s luggages from Durrus, and would be thankful to speak to her in the hall.”
As I crossed the room, Nugent followed me.
“What’s the matter?” he whispered. “You look regularly tired out.”
“I am going to speak to Roche,” I answered. “Will you come with me?”
The first object that I saw in the hall{290} was the Saratoga trunk which I had packed for America, and my other luggage was blocking up the narrow passage. The sight of the big trunk recalled to me the day that I had packed it, and a sudden thought of Willy’s parcel came to me. He had said that I was not to open it till after his father’s death, but that then, for his own sake, he would like me to see it. Perhaps it would throw some light on all these mysteries that had thickened round me since I had made the experiment of this visit to Ireland. I could hardly wait to talk to poor old Roche, and to listen to his lamentations over the downfall of the Durrus family. I was burning to open my trunk and see what must be, as far as Willy was concerned, the final word on the subject. At last Roche had said all he had to say. I sent him down to the kitchen to have a consolatory34 cup of tea with Joanna,{291} and then, with Nugent’s help, I eagerly unbuckled the heavy straps35 and unlocked my trunk. There, on the top of all, lay my habit, and, with a very shaking hand, I drew out of its folds the little brown paper parcel.
We took it into the dining-room, where we should be free from interruption.
“Will you open it?” I said, sitting down by the table, and trying to prepare myself for whatever fresh revelation was coming.
Nugent cut the string and took the paper off.
“It’s a book of some kind,” he said, sitting down beside me. “It looks like a diary. And here is a letter for you, from Willy, I suppose.”
“Give it to me,” I said breathlessly. “And will you see what the book is about?{292}”
“Tuesday afternoon, February 2nd.
“My dear Theo” (it began),
“I found this book in the room next yours the morning I went to nail up the door. When I went down after that to the lodge37 to abuse Brian about letting Moll up to the house, he threatened me in what I thought a queer way. While I was there Moll came in, and when she saw me, she tried to hide a book she had in her hand. I just saw the cover of it, and I knew it was the one I had picked up that morning and left down in my own room. I took it from her, and when I was coming home I looked at it. Then I knew right enough what old Brian had been driving at. You’ll see for yourself when you read it.{293}
“All the same, I know now that the biggest part of the fault was Moll’s, though that time I didn’t think so. Anyhow, I knew that my father had swindled you, and that if what I thought was true, I hadn’t a right even to speak to you; and I thought the only way out of it was to do what I knew would make the governor leave the property away from me. Besides, Brian knew, and he told me plain enough, that if I did not do what he wanted, he would disgrace my father and all the family. But I wouldn’t have minded that so much only for the thought of its being your father, and thinking that it was mine who had robbed him, and worse. But, as I told you before, it was really Moll who did it. She thought she’d square things for the governor, and that then, maybe, he’d marry her. He told me that himself. She was so sold then when he wouldn’t do{294} it, that it, and everything else, sent her off her head. That room she used to be in was your father’s, and I hear now she used to be playing there all the time with the little book. I suppose she knew somehow that it was his, and the servants never noticed one way or the other.
“I will never forget what you did for me. I was very near shooting myself that afternoon after you were talking to me in the plantation38, but I thought that would only make it worse for you.
“This is the longest letter I ever wrote, and now I have no more to tell you. We will be starting for London directly, and we sail to-morrow. Maybe before you open this you will have heard from me again. Anyhow, don’t forget me.
“Willy.
“P.S.—You see now that you’re bound to take the property.”
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