But in this he was wrong. Derrington, sickened with Walter's milk-and-water ways, saw in Brendon a worthy3 successor who would be able to hold his own in will and word, and would shed fresh luster4 on the house. Had George been polite, and what the old lord sneeringly5 called cringing6, he would never have received the invitation. As it was, Derrington took him to his hard old heart. He chuckled7 to think of Walter's dismay when he heard that he had an elder cousin and would not be likely to inherit the title or the money.
However astonished, Brendon was too much a man-of-the-world to reveal his feelings. On the evening in question he presented himself at the mansion8 in St. Giles Square, scrupulously9 groomed10 and brushed. Derrington looked approvingly on his dress, which set off a handsome figure to advantage.
Also the haughty11 bearing of Brendon pleased him, and he unbent so far as to advance to George with outstretched hand.
"We had rather a rough interview, George," he said, "so I have invited you to smoke the pipe of peace."
Brendon shook the old man's hand quietly, but without much enthusiasm. He could not conjecture13 what Derrington meant by behaving in a way so different to that he usually adopted. His host felt the slack hand-clasp, and winced14 on seeing the want of response in Brendon's face. Queerly enough Derrington, contrary to accepted opinion, had a heart, and was so much taken with George that he wished to draw him to himself. Still, he could not but admit that seeing how he had treated the young fellow in the past it was not to be expected that Brendon would act the part of an affectionate relative immediately. Derrington rather admired George for his uncompromising attitude.
"Dinner will be ready soon," said the old lord, waving Brendon to a seat; "only our two selves. I wish to consult you."
"Consult me?" George could not keep the astonishment15 out of his face.
"It's rather late in the day, is it not?" remarked Derrington, dryly, "but you see I am old, George, and have not much time to spare. Yes, I wish you to consult with me after dinner about--but that can come in the course of our conversation. Meantime, let us talk of anything you like."
"The weather, sir?"
"No, confound you," snapped Derrington, with a flash of his old irritable16 self; "talk of wine, wit, and women if you like, but spare me platitudes17."
Brendon stared at his shoes and smiled under his mustache. "I do not think I can say anything very original about the subjects you mention," he said quietly.
"Talk of Miss Ward18, then. You can be original on that point."
Brendon would rather not have mentioned Dorothy, but he was quite determined19 to show his grandfather that he fully20 intended to marry his lady-love, and that he was not afraid to speak his mind. "I do not fancy that there is anything particularly original in a love-story. I met Miss Ward some three years before, I have loved her ever since, and we will marry when----"
"There, there," interrupted Derrington, waving his hand, "let us not get on to that subject as yet. We can talk of it after dinner. In fact, you may as well know that I asked you here to discuss your position. We must have an understanding."
"I think you must intend it to be a pleasant one," said Brendon, "as you have asked me to dinner."
"And to smoke the pipe of peace. There's the gong. Heigh-ho!"--he rose rather sluggishly--"gout is stiffening21 my limbs."
It struck Brendon that his grandfather looked old and very haggard. He had lost his fresh color, his eyes were sunken, and the defiant22 curl was out of his enormous mustache. He moved slowly toward the door, and George felt sorry to see him so lonely. He knew that Derrington hated all his relatives, and that his relatives cordially hated him, so there was none to comfort the old man in his declining years. Walter Vane was less than nothing, as his mere23 presence served to irritate his grandfather.
Moved by a sudden impulse, George made no remark, but moved to the elder man's side and offered his arm. The footman was holding the door open, and Derrington could not express, even by a look, the satisfaction he felt. With a surly grunt24 he took Brendon's arm, but George guessed by the warm pressure that Derrington was pleased. That simple, kindly25 movement served to draw the two men closer together, and they sat down to an excellent dinner in good spirits.
It was quite a banquet, for Derrington lived in a most expensive manner, and in spite of a sadly diminished income he would never abate26 the splendor27 of the style in which he had lived all his life. The table was a round one, laid with exquisite28 taste, and was placed under a kind of velvet29 tent, which shut off the rest of the room and made the meal particularly cosy30. George, who had a taste for art, admired the finish of the silver, the beauty of the Crown Derby service, the glitter of the cut glass, which was unusually massive, and the adornments of the table. It was a perfect little banquet, and after the somewhat stale food of his lodgings31, George enjoyed the meal greatly. Derrington himself did not eat much, but he took great pleasure in seeing George enjoy his viands32.
"I had a fine appetite myself once," he observed; "you have inherited it from me. Never be ashamed to eat, George--it means good work. The man who starves himself, starves his public."
"You mean in the quality of his work, sir?"
"Of course. Poor living means poor thoughts."
"Well," said Brendon, with a smile, "I don't think rich living means rich thoughts."
"Certainly not. Whoever said it did? Remember the saying of the Greeks, and, egad, they were the only people who ever knew how to live."
"What saying is that?" asked George.
"Moderation is the corner-stone of dissipation."
"Ah, that's good, sir. But were the Greeks ever dissipated?"
"No, because they followed the advice of that epigram. George, if you expect me to explain epigrams I shall lose my respect for you."
"Have you any, sir?"
"You wouldn't be here if I had not," said Derrington, pulling his huge mustache. "There's your Cousin Walter----"
"My cousin, sir?"
"Of course. You know that." George thought it wiser, to say nothing, although it was strange that Derrington should mention the relationship himself. The old man gave him a quick glance and continued: "As I say, there is your Cousin Walter. I wouldn't ask him to dinner on any account. He's a fool, sir."
"He means well."
"If there is one class of people I hate more than another it is that Pharisaic lot who mean well. They make all the mischief33."
"With the best intentions," put in Brendon, taking some wine.
"Best intentions are fatal. How many plans have come to naught34 because of best intentions? Take some of that port."
"No more, thank you, sir."
"I insist. There are walnuts35."
"I don't mind the nuts, but the port----" George shook his head.
Derrington, at his own table, was too polite to press the matter, but he scored up another victory to Brendon's strong will. More, he passed off the matter with a laugh. "You have the hereditary36 gout, I see, George, when you are afraid of a glass of port."
"It's not that, sir, but I drink very little. I work on milk."
"Bah!" Derrington made a wry37 face. "Then your work----"
"Is all the better for it. Those who drink beer think beer."
"And those who drink milk think cows, I should say."
"Your knowledge on that point prevents contradiction on mine."
Derrington chuckled. This was just the kind of epigrammatic reply he relished38. "You must enter the Diplomatic Service sir," said he, looking approvingly from under his bushy brows.
"Don't you think I'm rather old?"
"Brains are never old, sir. And you have 'em. It's what the Diplomatic Service in this country requires and what it never gets. I was in the Service myself at one time."
"So I have heard," said Brendon, cracking nuts composedly.
"Eh! What did you hear?"
"You must excuse me at your own table, sir."
"Pooh, if you want to say anything disagreeable my own table is the safest place you can say it at. I can't throw things at you."
"Still, a guest must be polite," argued George.
"I like my guests to be truthful39."
"Very well, sir, if you will have it--and I feel that it would be bad manners to refuse your request--it is said that you nearly set Europe by the ears when you were ambassador."
Derrington roared. "I did--I did, and I wish I had brought about the war I wanted. It would have done no end of good."
"Does war ever do good?" asked Brendon, doubtfully.
"Certainly. It stirs up things, and teaches men how to use their hands and brains. Without war there is too much wrapping up in cotton-wool. Don't tell me, George, that you aren't a soldier at heart, for nearly all your ancestors fought for their country.
"And fought their country also, I believe."
"When they didn't get their rights," said Derrington, grimly. "I have been a fighter myself all my life, and I've held my own."
"So they say, sir, and I admire you for it."
"Hah! Very good of you, I'm sure," said Derrington, ironically, "but in my old age I can't hold my own, so I have to call in you."
George looked surprised. "Do you intend to do me the honor to ask for my advice, sir?"
"Bless my soul, are you also without understanding, sir? Didn't I say so when you first came?"
"Of course. I forgot."
"You shouldn't forget, though it's useful at times to do so."
"In what cases, sir?"
"Forget a woman's age, forget to talk about yourself, and forget your relations if you can. Come," he added, seeing George laughing, "the wine and food have thawed40 you. There's coffee in the library, and we can talk over our cigars. Up I get. George, your arm."
He not only asked for it, but took it with marked pleasure. The footman in attendance returned to the servants' hall to state that the Old Devil (the domestic name for Derrington) had quite taken to the new young gentleman. Had the servants known who George was, they would have had a long gossip. As it was, they simply said that the Old Devil was always taking fancies and soon grew tired.
Meanwhile, Brendon was seated in a comfortable chair, enjoying one of the best cigars he had ever placed between his lips. At his elbow smoked a cup of Mocha, and in the chair on the other side of a roaring fire of sea-timber smiled Lord Derrington. He looked a grim and determined old gentleman as he bent12 his shaggy brows on his grandson. He was becoming more and more delighted with the young man. "I shall have a prop41 for my old age at last," he thought. "Damme, he's a fine fellow! Ah, youth! youth!"
George was very comfortable, and also felt grateful for the kindness which his grandfather was showing him. At the same time he felt as though he were acting42 wrongly in hobnobbing with a man who persistently43 blackened his mother's memory. But Brendon thought he saw signs of repentance44 in Derrington, and wished to improve the situation if he could. It was difficult for him to quite forgive the old rascal45, but he was sorry for his loneliness and haggard looks. Besides, George was a Christian46 in more than merely going to church on Sunday.
"I suppose you wondered when you received my invitation," said Derrington, in his hardest tone.
"I did, sir. I wondered very much."
"And you felt inclined to refuse."
"I had almost made up my mind to."
"Why did you change your mind?"
George pondered, and looked again at his neat shoes. "Well, sir," said he, after a pause, "I thought that after a dinner we might come to understand each other better, and I am anxious for peace."
"And for recognition of your birth."
"Naturally. The one included the other."
"Does that mean you will fight till you get what you want?"
"Yes," said George curtly47, and then closed his lips with a firm determination to give battle if necessary. At the same time he felt it was rather awkward after eating Derrington's food. A sudden impulse made him rise.
"What's the matter now?" asked Derrington, not moving.
"Well, sir," burst out Brendon with a candor48 unusual in him, "I have a feeling that we are going to quarrel, and in your own house, and after that very excellent dinner I don't want to behave rudely. It will be better to postpone49 this talk to some other time."
"Not a bit of it," said Derrington, quietly; "we are relatives, and quarrels between relatives do not count. Sit down. I have something important to say to you."
George sat down and prepared for the worst. "We'll leave the question of your birth alone for the present," said the elder in a hard tone. "At this moment I wish to talk of Mrs. Jersey50's death."
"Yes;" said Brendon, looking down.
"Also about your father's death."
"What has that to do with this, sir?"
"I believe the one is connected with the other."
George remembered what Bawdsey had said. "I've heard that remark before," he observed.
"Of course. That detective I employed to watch you made it."
"He did. I think you trust that man too much, sir," said Brendon, after a pause.
"Do you? I thought he was a friend of yours?"
"Oh--" George shrugged51 his shoulders--"I saved his life, but that does not constitute friendship."
"I would fight a man who saved my life," said Derrington, grimly.
"Well, sir, I don't think Bawdsey is worthy of your confidence."
"I know he isn't. But you see I can't help myself."
George looked up quickly. "Blackmail52?"
"Something of that sort. I intend to trust my own flesh and blood--that is, I intend to tell you all I know connected with the Jersey case, and ask you to help me to get the better of Bawdsey."
"I shall do my best, sir."
"Willingly?"
"Assuredly, sir."
Derrington was rather moved. "I have not behaved well, George."
"That's true enough, sir," said George, who was not going to be weak, "but you can make amends53 by acknowledging that my mother was an honest woman."
"I believe she was, George, for none but an honest woman could have borne a son like you. But you see I know no more than you do where the marriage took place."
"Do you acknowledge that there was a marriage?" said George, starting to his feet. Derrington rose also, and the tall men faced one another. Then the elder placed his hands on the shoulders of the younger, with a look on his face which Brendon had never seen before. And certainly the look was new to Derrington.
"My boy," said he, "I am sure there was a marriage. I am sure that you are my legitimate54 heir, and, by Heavens! I intend to acknowledge you as such before the week's out."
Brendon was so moved by this sudden recognition of all he longed for that a sudden weakness seized him, and he sat down, covering his face with his hand. Derrington thought the young man did so to conceal55 his tears, but in reality George was putting up a short thanksgiving for this wonderful and bloodless victory. His grandfather again touched his shoulder. "My boy," he said again, and his voice was broken with emotion, "I have behaved badly. I ask your pardon."
George put out his hand blindly and grasped that of his grandfather. When it was once in the old man's grip he raised his grandson with a jerk and made him look him in the face. "You forgive me?" he asked.
"With all my heart and soul," said Brendon, quietly, and after another handshake they resumed their seats. The scene which both had dreaded56 was over, and now they sat like two friends who had known each other for years. George felt that as Derrington had done justice to the memory of his mother, and Derrington was pleased to feel that he now had a grandson and heir worthy of his name.
"I can marry Dorothy now," said Brendon, with a contented57 sigh.
"If my influence can help you--yes." Derrington paused and shook his head. "But there is a lioness in the path, George."
"Mrs. Ward?"
"Exactly. She will move heaven and earth to prevent the marriage."
George looked puzzled. "I see no reason why she should oppose it, if I am acknowledged as your heir."
"Nor do I. I thought myself that it was simply the money she wanted, and if you were the son-in-law she would not get her claws on the gold. But there is more in it than that. She seeks revenge."
"On me? I have never harmed her."
"It's a vicarious revenge. I believed that woman loved your father, George, and that he slighted her; that is why she wants to visit his sin--as with a vindictive58 spirit she may regard it--on you."
"Did Mrs. Ward know my father, sir?" asked George, quickly.
"Yes. She met him at San Remo."
"Then she knew he was murdered?"
"Of course. I saw Mrs. Ward the other day, George. She came here to force me to harm you and to consent to Walter marrying Dorothy."
"Oh! You never agreed to that."
"I have answered her challenge by asking you to dinner and will acknowledge you my heir. Mrs. Ward will then try and make mischief."
"Can she do so?"
"Yes. She knows that I was in Mrs. Jersey's house on that night."
"And you were, sir?"
Derrington made a most unexpected reply. "No, I was not."
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