“Five years!” she said to herself, “and I may live in it for fifty more.”
Kitty Carstairs scarcely remembered her mother. She had been brought—or allowed to bring herself up—by her father, a Glasgow journalist of brilliant parts and erratic1 methods, a wretched manager of his worldly affairs, a delightful2 guest, an entertaining host, and altogether a very lovable fellow. Kitty adored him, and ignored his weaknesses and eccentricities3. When he died after a long illness, she wished she might follow him quickly. He left a little money, and just enough debts to eat it up, five MSS. of novels, two collections of travel sketches4, and a play—all in a more or less unfinished state—and a letter p. 11to Kitty’s only relatives, the brother and sister of his dead wife.
Kitty never saw the contents of that letter; all she knew was that it seemed to procure5 her a home with John Corrie and his sister in the village of Dunford.
For many years John Corrie had been postmaster as well as proprietor6 of a flourishing general store, the only shop of importance in the place. A canny7 man and a far-sighted was John Corrie, grasping but not exactly mean. If the villagers did not love him, they respected his success. He had “got on” marvellously. Apart from the store he owned a mill, bought for an old song from the trustee of a bankrupt, and a coal yard taken over from an unlucky merchant and mortgagee. Also he had invested savings8 in land and houses. For some years, also, he had indulged in more speculative9 transactions. He was a tall, gaunt man with small, pale blue eyes, a long melancholy10 nose, a tight mouth, and high prominent cheek-bones over scanty11 grizzling whiskers, which ran into a short untidy beard. His head was quite bald. He was an abstainer12, and a regular attender at public worship, though not an office-bearer of the church.
His sister Rachel assisted him capably in p. 12the store. She may have been a good-looking maiden13; now she was a scraggy, drear-visaged creature with a curiously14 suspicious manner and a craze for doing everything precisely15 as her mother had done it. She seemed to object to youth discovering or making use of a new method. She was mean in some ways, but, perhaps for lack of courage, not so grasping as her brother. To him she was devoted16.
Kitty attended to the post-office which served a district sparsely17 populated, but of considerable extent. She had never received a penny for this. On the other hand her relations did not grudge18 her in board, lodging19 and clothing; and twice a year they gave her a pound to spend as she liked. She divided the money on “pretty things” and books. Books, by the way, had initiated20 the friendship between her and Colin Hayward. He had lent her many, but only one at a time, for the thing had to be done secretly; but he, at least, preferred “one at a time,” since it meant frequent meetings during his holidays.
As Kitty neared the cottage, which was ancient looking without but fairly modern within, and which was connected with the store and post-office, she was suddenly informed by her eyes p. 13that the room on the right of the door was illuminated21. Unless on a Sunday night, it was a rare thing to see a light in the parlour. The Corries received few visitors, with the exception of Alec Symington, the owner of White Farm, and a familiar guest like him was expected to feel at home in the kitchen.
The girl was uncertain what to do. She rejected the temptation to steal upstairs to bed; she was not going to let them think she was afraid of them at this time of day! Well, there was nothing for it but to go into the kitchen and wait. Noiselessly she entered and seated herself in a wicker chair.
A moment later the silence in the opposite room was broken, and by her aunt’s voice raised to an unusual pitch.
“The more I think on it, John Corrie, the more I see what a fool ye’ve been. To take fifty pound for a thing that’s come worth twenty thousand—that’ll maybe yet be worth thirty, forty, ay fifty thousand—”
“Hold your tongue, woman!” Kitty scarcely recognized her uncle’s voice. “How could I, or anybody, ha’ foreseen that the shares would go up? Five year ago the broker22 in Glasgow told us they were rubbish. Six months ago ye p. 14agreed I had done well to get fifty pound for them from Symington—”
“Oh, he knew what he was doing—he knew, though you didn’t!”
“I don’t believe he did. He’s been daft about gold mines for years. He’d ha’ been ruined by now if his father hadna died and left him White Farm. I tell ye, Rachel, he bought the five thousand shares off me with his eyes shut, just for a speculation23. Don’t talk! Ye know well ye were as sick-tired as I was o’ seeing the certificates lying in the safe, wi’ never a ha’penny o’ interest to—”
“That’s enough! Ye mun make the best o’ a bad job. And it’ll maybe no be so bad in the end.” Corrie let out a laugh. “Ye’ll no complain if we get half o’ whatever he gets for the shares, when he sells them.”
“Oh, dinna begin on that again. He’ll never pay up.”
“Ay, he’ll pay up. I’ve got his bond in my pocket!”
“Ye didna tell me! How did ye manage it?”
Corrie replied, but he had lowered his voice p. 15and only a murmur25 reached Kitty’s ears. She was not interested in her uncle’s affairs generally, but it was something new to hear of his having been “done,” for “done” was the word that came into her mind the moment she understood Symington’s part in the business. Eavesdropping, however, was not one of her weaknesses, and she rose with the intention of making known her presence in the house.
“But she’ll never consent!”
“We’ll see about that. Leave it to me.”
Once more the voices became indistinct. In the kitchen doorway27 Kitty stopped short. Whom were they talking about now? Herself? When had her consent ever been asked for anything? For a few moments she hesitated, tempted28 to lay her ear against the parlour door. Then throwing up her head, she stepped softly along the passage and shut the front door with a bang.
As she turned from it the parlour door was snatched open, and her uncle’s face peered out. His brow was glistening29 and his eyes held gleams of excitement; but his voice was curiously mild.
“Come in here for a minute, Kitty,” he said.
She followed him into the room, wondering. p. 16This was not the customary reception on her return from seeing the London mail go by, and she was later to-night than ever she had been. Her aunt, sitting with folded hands on one side of the fern-filled hearth30, gave her an instant’s glance, which conveyed nothing, and resumed staring at the folded, toil-worn hands in her lap. Her uncle took his chair on the other side, saying—
“Sit down. Ye’re late, but maybe ye’ve a good reason for that.” It may have been a smile that distorted, for a moment, his thin lips.
Kitty drew a chair from the table, seated herself and waited. She had learned long ago never to open a conversation with these two.
Mr. Corrie rubbed his hairy jaw31 between finger and thumb, cleared his throat, and said, almost pleasantly—“Well, did he meet ye?”
It was an unexpected question, and she could not answer immediately.
He helped her by adding, “Ye needna be shy. Mr. Symington left here half-an-hour back to look for ye.”
“No,” she answered, “he didn’t meet me.” Strange that her uncle should speak of the man as “Mr.”
“Eh? No.” She repeated. “He didn’t meet me.”
p. 17“That’s queer.” Uncle and aunt exchanged glances, and the latter asked. “Where were ye to-night?”
“At the railway.”
“And ye didn’t see Mr. Symington?”
“Yes. I saw him—at a distance.”
“Did ye keep away from him!”
“Not more than usual.”
“I want a plain answer.”
“No.”
“Then—who was wi’ ye at the time?”
Kitty flushed and went pale. “Mr. Colin Hayward.”
“What? That useless waster! Were ye not forbidden to ha’ any acquaintance—”
“And he’s failed again in his examinations!” cried Miss Corrie. “It’s the talk o’ the place.”
“What ha’ ye to say for yourself?” roared her brother.
“Nothing,” came the quiet answer; “nothing that would satisfy you or Aunt Rachel. I had no intention of meeting Mr. Hayward to-night, but when I did meet him I was not going to pretend I did not know him because he had failed in an examination. And before long I p. 18was very glad I had met him, for his presence kept away Mr. Symington. Now, if you don’t mind, I’ll go to bed—”
A warning glance from his sister caused Mr. Corrie to strive for self-control.
“Sit still,” he said shortly. “Ye know perfectly34 well it’s no the thing for you to be walking wi’ one o’ the Haywards. Mrs. Hayward, as ye’re maybe not unaware35, complained about it last year—”
“That’ll do, John,” interposed Miss Corrie, observing the girl’s burning cheeks. “We’re as good as the Haywards any day, but we’d best forget that affair. Now that Kitty’s heard about it, she’ll know what to do in future.”
Kitty mastered the quiver of her pretty mouth, and with a quick movement brushed the tears from her dark eyes, and looked straight at her uncle.
“Please tell me at once,” she said, “what Mr. Symington wanted with me.”
The directness of the question had a disconcerting effect on Mr. Corrie.
Kitty ignored the invitation.
“Ye’d best tell her, Rachel,” said Mr. Corrie.
“Mr. Symington is anxious to marry ye,” the woman said in little more than a whisper.
p. 19Without haste Kitty got up and moved to the door. Turning there, she faced them both. Her voice was clear and steady—
“I would not marry Mr. Symington for—for twenty thousand pounds.”
The man sprang to his feet, but she was gone, the door closed behind her.
“What’s wrong wi’ ye?” cried his sister. “I warned ye she would never consent.”
“She’ll consent yet!” he said, with a suppressed oath. “But—but what made her name twenty thousand pounds?”
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It was nearly an hour later when Colin reached his father’s house. Hayward Senior was not precisely a heartless man, but he was totally without imagination.
Seated—one dares to say “posed”—at an extremely orderly writing-table in his fine old library—he received his youngest son with a stern look and motioned him to be seated. He was in evening dress, and you would never have taken him for anything but a gentleman—in the narrow sense of the word.
p. 20“You are late,” he said presently. “Where have you been?”
“Walking about. It’s a lovely night.”
Mr. Hayward smiled bitterly. “Were you alone?”
“Most of the time.” Colin looked at his father. “I met Miss Carstairs, and we talked for a little while.”
“Who on earth is Miss Carstairs?” Mr. Hayward did not wait for an answer to his ironic38 question. “You mean the young woman in the local post-office, I presume; the young woman, in fact, with whom your wretched philanderings—”
“That’s enough, father!” The young man rose quickly. “Let us leave Miss Carstairs out of—”
“Why should I do that?”
“Usual thing in the circumstances—is it not?”
“I don’t understand you. What circumstances?”
“Tut!” exclaimed Mr. Hayward, “don’t you intend to marry the grocer’s daughter—beg her pardon—niece—”
p. 21Colin barely restrained the fury that paled his face. “You may take my word for it,” he said, “that Miss Carstair’s certainly does not intend to marry me.”
“Really! She must be a generous young person to give her kisses for nothing.”
“Since when,” he asked at length, “have you been employing a private detective?”
A dull flush overran the older man’s countenance41. “Be careful! The information was not sought by me.”
“Who gave it?”
“You are welcome to guess.” He flicked42 a folded note across the table. It was addressed in pencil to “T. H. Hayward, Esq.,” marked “Urgent,” had evidently been torn from a notebook, and had been sealed with a scrap43 of stamp paper. “The servant found it under the hall door, about an hour ago. That’s all I can tell you.”
Colin opened it, and his face burned as he read—
“A friend advises you that your youngest son and the post-office girl were kissing in the wood to-night.”
p. 22“Well,” said Mr. Hayward, “do you know the writing?”
“No,” said the other, holding out his hand for the paper. “I will keep it—and God help the person who wrote it, when I find him or her!” Next moment he resumed his cold manner and incisive45 tone. “All that, however, does not exonerate46 you, though I am not going to dwell on the unsavoury subject of your disgrace—”
“There is no disgrace!” hotly cried Colin.
His father smiled wearily. “Apparently we shall not agree on the meaning of the word. Now may I ask: what are you going to do?”
“As I told you, I am going to London,” replied Colin, holding himself in.
“And then?”
“I don’t know yet.”
“Very well.” Mr. Hayward opened a drawer and took out a small bundle of notes. He threw them on to the table, saying, “A hundred pounds. Do as you like, but don’t ask for more—for your own sake.”
“Father,” cried Colin, his anger lost in bitter humiliation47. “I swear I did my best at college, only I wasn’t fitted for—”
p. 23“We have already discussed that. By the way, I would suggest that you make it convenient to leave here early in the morning instead of to-morrow night, and so spare, in some measure, the feelings of your mother and sisters—”
“You are heartless! I will leave the house now!”
“Please no, unless you desire to start a scandal among the servants, and another in the village.”
“Oh, you are worse than heartless; you are unjust. . . . But I will wait till the morning. Good-bye.” Colin turned and moved towards the door.
“Stay! You have forgotten your money.”
Without looking back Colin went out.
When Mr. Hayward went to bed, half-an-hour later, he left—deliberately—the notes lying on his writing-table.
At 6.30 a.m. Colin entered a closed carriage, and with his modest baggage was driven to the station. There had been no farewells, and on the whole he did not regret their absence, for he knew they would have been highly seasoned with reproaches and unwelcome advice. He took a ticket for Glasgow.
Having heard the carriage drive away, Mr. Hayward in his dressing48 gown came down to p. 24the library. Where the notes had been he found a scrap of paper—
I.O.U.
One hundred pounds.
C. H. Hayward.
He smiled sardonically49, muttering, “I thought he would climb down,” and put the I.O.U. beside the anonymous50 note of last night, in his safe.
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