Since his change of fortune he had, as all men who rise to a great height or sink to the depths will tell, noted3 a corresponding change in his friends. Even Captain Clubbe had altered, and the affection which peeped out at times almost against his puritanical4 will seemed to have suffered a chill. The men of Farlingford, and even those who had sailed in “The Last Hope” with him, seemed to hold him at a distance. They nodded to him with a brief, friendly smile, but were shy of shaking hands. The hand which they would have held out readily enough, had he needed assistance in misfortune, slunk hastily into a pocket. For he who climbs will lose more friends than the ne'er-do-well. Some may account this to human nature for righteousness and others quite the contrary: for jealousy5, like love, lies hidden in unsuspected corners.
Juliette de Gemosac had been quite different to Loo since learning his story. Miriam alone remained unchanged. He had accused her of failing to rise superior to arbitrary social distinctions, and now, standing6 behind her in the fire-lit dining-room of the rectory, he retracted7 that accusation once and for all time in his own heart, though her justification8 came from a contrary direction to that from which it might have been expected.
Miriam alone remained a friend—and nothing else, he added, bitterly, in his own heart. And she seemed to assume that their friendship, begun in face of social distinctions, should never have to suffer from that burthen.
“I should like to hear,” she repeated, seeing that he was silent, “all that has happened since you went away; all that you may care to tell me.”
“My heritage, you mean?”
She moved in her seat but did not look round. She had laid aside her hat on coming into the house, and as she sat, leaning forward with her hands clasped together in her lap, gazing thoughtfully at the fire which glowed blue and white for the salt water that was in the drift-wood, her hair, loosened by the wind, half concealed10 her face.
“Yes,” she answered, slowly.
“Do you know what it is—my heritage?” lapsing11, as he often did when hurried by some pressing thought, into a colloquialism12 half French.
She shook her head, but made no audible reply.
“Do you suspect what it is?” he insisted.
“I may have suspected, perhaps,” she admitted, after a pause.
“When? How long?”
She paused again. Quick and clever as he was, she was no less so. She weighed the question. Perhaps she found no answer to it, for she turned toward the door that stood open and looked out into the hall. The light of the lamp there fell for a moment across her face.
“I think I hear them returning,” she said.
“No,” he retorted, “for I should hear them before you did. I was brought up at sea. Do not answer the question, however, if you would rather not. You ask what has happened since I went away. A great many things have happened which are of no importance. Such things always happen, do they not? But one night, when we were quarrelling, Dormer Colville mentioned your name. He was very much alarmed and very angry, so he perhaps spoke13 the truth—by accident. He said that you had always known that I might be the King of France. Many things happened, as I tell you, which are of no importance, and which I have already forgotten, but that I remember and always shall.”
“I have always known,” replied Miriam, “that Mr. Dormer Colville is a liar14. It is written on his face, for those who care to read.”
A woman at bay is rarely merciful.
“And I thought for an instant,” pursued Loo, “that such a knowledge might have been in your mind that night, the last I was here, last summer, on the river-wall. I had a vague idea that it might have influenced in some way the reply you gave me then.”
He had come a step nearer and was standing over her. She could hear his hurried breathing.
“Oh, no,” she replied, in a calm voice full of friendliness15. “You are quite wrong. The reason I gave you still holds good, and—and always will.”
In the brief silence that followed this clear statement of affairs, they both heard the rattle16 of the iron gate by the seawall. Sep and his father were coming. Loo turned to look toward the hall and the front door, dimly visible in the shadow of the porch. While he did so Miriam passed her hand quickly across her face. When Loo turned again and glanced down at her, her attitude was unchanged.
“Will you look at me and say that again?” he asked, slowly.
“Certainly,” she replied. And she rose from her chair. She turned and faced him with the light of the hall-lamp upon her. She was smiling and self-confident.
“I thought,” he said, looking at her closely, “as I stood behind you, that there were tears in your eyes.”
She went past him into the hall to meet Sep and his father, who were already on the threshold.
“It must have been the firelight,” she said to Barebone as she passed him.
A minute later Septimus Marvin was shaking him by the hand with a vague and uncertain but kindly18 grasp.
“Sep came running to tell me that you were home again,” he said, struggling out of his overcoat. “Yes—yes. Home again to the old place. And little changed, I can see. Little changed, my boy. Tempora mutantur, eh? and we mutamur in illis. But you are the same.”
“Of course. Why should I change? It is too late to change for the better now.”
“Never! Never say that. But we do not want you to change. We looked for you to come in a coach-and-four—did we not, Miriam? For I suppose you have secured your heritage, since you are here again. It is a great thing to possess riches—and a great responsibility. Come, let us have tea and not think of such things. Yes—yes. Let us forget that such a thing as a heritage ever came between us—eh, Miriam?”
And with a gesture of old-world politeness he stood aside for his niece to pass first into the dining-room, whither a servant had preceded them with a lamp.
“It will not be hard to do that,” replied Miriam, steadily19, “because he tells me that he has not yet secured it.”
“All in good time—all in good time,” said Marvin, with that faith in some occult power, seemingly the Government and Providence20 working in conjunction, to which parsons and many women confide17 their worldly affairs and sit with folded hands.
He asked many questions which were easy enough to answer; for he had no worldly wisdom himself, and did not look for it in other people. And then he related his own adventure—the great incident of his life—his visit to Paris.
“A matter of business,” he explained. “Some duplicates—one or two of my prints which I had decided21 to part with. Miriam also wished me to see into some small money matters of her own. Her guardian22, John Turner, you may remember, resides in Paris. A schoolfellow of my own, by the way. But our ways diverged23 later in life. I found him unchanged—a kind heart—always a kind heart. He attempts to conceal9 it, as many do, under a flippant, almost a profane24, manner of speech. Brutum fulmen. But I saw through it—I saw through it.”
And the rector beamed on Loo through his spectacles with an innocent delight in a Christian25 charity which he mistook for cunning.
“You see,” he went on, “we have spent a little money on the rectory. To-morrow you will see that we have made good the roof of the church. One could not ask the villagers to contribute, knowing that the children want boots and scarcely know the taste of jam. Yes, John Turner was very kind to me. He found me a buyer for one of my prints.”
The rector broke off with a sharp sigh and drank his tea.
“We shall never miss it,” he added, with the hopefulness of those who can blind themselves to facts. “Come, tell me your impressions of France.”
“I have been there before,” replied Loo, with a curtness26 so unusual as to make Miriam glance at him. “I have been there before, you know. It would be more interesting to hear your own impressions, which must be fresher.”
Miriam knew that he did not want to speak of France, and wondered why. But Marvin, eager to talk of his favourite study, seized the suggestion in all innocence27. He had gone to Paris as he had wandered through life, with the mind of a child, eager, receptive, open to impression. Such minds pass by much that is of value, but to one or two conclusions they bring a perceptive28 comprehension which is photographic in its accuracy.
“I have followed her history with unflagging interest since boyhood,” he said, “but never until now have I understood France. I walked through the streets of Paris and I looked into the faces of the people, and I realised that the astonishing history of France is true. One can see it in those faces. The city is brilliant, beautiful, unreal. The reality is in the faces of the people. Do you remember what Wellington said of them half a century ago? 'They are ripe,' he said, 'for another Napoleon.' But he could not see that Napoleon on the political horizon. And that is what I saw in their faces. They are ripe for something—they know not what.”
“Did John Turner tell you that?” asked Loo, in an eager voice. “He who has lived in Paris all his life?”
And Miriam caught the thrill of excitement in the voice that put this question. She glanced at Loo. His eyes were bright and his cheeks colourless. She knew that she was in the presence of some feeling that she did not understand. It was odd that an old scholar, knowing nothing but history, could thus stir a listener whose touch had hitherto only skimmed the surface of life.
“No,” answered Marvin, with assurance. “I saw it myself in their faces. Ah! if another such as Napoleon could only arise—such as he, but different. Not an adventurer, but a King and the descendant of Kings—not allied29, as Napoleon was, with a hundred other adventurers.”
“A King whose wife should be a Queen,” pursued the dreamer.
“Yes,” said Loo again, encouragingly.
“They could save France,” concluded Marvin, taking off his spectacles and polishing them with a silk handkerchief. Loo turned and looked at him, for the action so characteristic of a mere31 onlooker32 indicated that the momentary33 concentration of a mind so stored with knowledge that confusion reigned34 there was passing away.
“From what?” asked Loo. “Save France from what?”
“From inevitable35 disaster, my boy,” replied Marvin, gravely. “That is what I saw in those gay streets.”
Loo glanced at him sharply. He had himself seen the same all through those provinces which must take their cue from Paris whether they will or no.
“What a career!” murmured Marvin. “What a mission for a man to have in life—to save France! One does not like to think of the world without a France to lead it in nearly everything, or with a France, a mere ghost of her former self, exploited, depleted36 by another Bonaparte. And we must look in vain for that man as did the good Duke years ago.”
“I should like to have a shot at it,” put in Sep, who had just despatched a large piece of cake.
“Heaven forbid!” exclaimed his father, only half in jest.
“Better sit all day under the lee of a boat and make nets, like Sea Andrew,” advised Loo, with a laugh.
“Do you think so?” said Miriam, without looking up.
“All the same, I'd like to have a shot at it,” persisted Sep. “Pass the cake, please.”
“You will come in and see us as often as you can while you are here?” said the kindly rector, as if vaguely38 conscious of a change in this visitor. “You will always find a welcome whether you come in a coach-and-four or on foot—you know that.”
“Thank you—yes. I know that.”
The rector peered at him through his spectacles.
“I hope,” he said, “that you will soon be successful in getting your own. You are worried about it, I fear. The responsibilities of wealth, perhaps. And yet many rich people are able to do good in the world, and must therefore be happy.”
“I do not suppose I shall ever be rich,” said Loo, with a careless laugh.
“No, perhaps not. But let us hope that all will be for the best. You must not attach too much importance to what I said about France, you know. I may be wrong. Let us hope I am. For I understand that your heritage is there.”
“Yes,” answered Loo, who was shaking hands with Sep and Miriam, “my heritage is there.”
“And you will go back to France?” inquired Marvin, holding out his hand.
“Yes,” was the reply, with a side glance in the direction of Miriam. “I shall go back to France.”
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