"It is true," said Lady Watson, advancing towards her with outstretched arms. "I am your most unhappy mother."
The girl suffered the little woman to embrace her, but did not return the caress1. "My mother!" she repeated again faintly; "it is impossible, Lady Watson."
"Don't call me Lady Watson. I am your mother. I should not have told you: I promised Durban that I would not. But Nature is too, too strong," cried Lady Watson theatrically2; "my heart spoke3, and I responded. Darling! darling!" She embraced Beatrice still more affectionately, and guided her to a low armchair, into which the bewildered girl sank unresistingly.
Was Lady Watson in earnest? Was she really her mother? Were these violent demonstrations4 genuine? Beatrice could not tell. The whole thing seemed to be beyond the bounds of possibility. What of the supposed mother who was buried in Hurstable churchyard? Revolving5 these things in a much-puzzled brain, Beatrice sat silently staring at the artificial little woman who claimed so sacred a relationship. Lady Watson, seeing the girl's coldness--as she thought it was--squeezed out a few serviceable tears.
"Oh, cruel, cruel!" she wept. "My own child--the baby that I carried in my arms--to act like this! It is wicked, it is incredible."
"Mother!" said Beatrice blankly. "Are you really and truly my mother?"
"Of course I am," snapped the elder woman, drying her tears. "How often do you wish me to repeat it? I am not in the habit of calling other people's children my children. Can't you say something more affectionate, you cold-hearted girl?"
"It is all so strange--so new," gasped6 Beatrice. "Tell me how it came about that I never knew this until now."
"It's Durban's fault," said Lady Watson sullenly7. "Durban always hated me, though I'm sure I was always kind to him--the beast!"
"Durban is a good man," said Beatrice quickly.
"Oh! dear me, that is exactly the exasperating8 sort of thing your father would have said. He was a good man also--the kind of man I most particularly hate. Never mind, I'll make everything plain to you. I've held my tongue long enough. Now I am going to speak out, and take back to my hungry heart the baby girl I loved."
"Did you really love me?" asked Beatrice doubtfully.
"Yes--really I did. You were all that I had to love, as my husband--the first one, your father--was a kind of stone image with no feelings and no affections. I loved you fondly, and wanted to be your dearest mother--which I certainly am--but that Durban and that horrid9 Alpenny were too strong for me. No, it wasn't Alpenny. I don't think he wanted to bring you up; but Durban insisted, and I gave way."
"Why did you?"
"There were reasons," said Lady Watson evasively, and a spot of red burned on either cheek.
"They must have been strong reasons to make a mother surrender her child to the care of strangers."
"Durban wasn't a stranger. He was in the house when you were born; and really you might have been his own child, from the fuss he made over you. But Colonel Hall--your father, my dear--saved Durban from being lynched in America, and Durban always pretended that he loved him dearly."
"I am sure Durban did," insisted Beatrice. "He is not a man who says one thing and does another."
"That is just what he does do," cried Lady Watson, fanning herself with a flimsy handkerchief all lace and scent10. "Look at the way he has kept you in the dark all these years. And I am quite sure that he has told you heaps and heaps of lies! These niggers never can tell the truth."
"Durban told me as little as he could," confessed Beatrice; "but he never told me a deliberate lie, I am sure. But if you are my mother, who is the woman who is buried as you?"
"Not as me--the idea!" protested Lady Watson; "as Alpenny's wife--and a nice bargain she got in that old scoundrel! She was Amelia Hedge, and called herself Mrs. Hedge when she married Alpenny, to account for you. It wasn't my fault. I'm sure I always liked to have you with me, Beatrice, as you were such a pretty child, and it looks well to have one's children about one, nowadays. But Durban would insist that I should give you up--and perhaps he was right after all," ended Lady Watson candidly11 "as Sir Reginald--my second husband--would never have married a widow with a child."
So the weak little woman babbled12 on, and Beatrice felt her heart sink as she at last beheld13 her mother. To think that this frivolous14 and weak creature should have given her birth! Then a thought came to her. "Durban said that my mother was quiet and silent."
"And so I was, for years and years and years. Colonel Hall--I never could call him George, he was so military and stiff--made my life a perfect burden, and never would give me any pleasure. I was crushed, Beatrice, perfectly15 crushed, and held my tongue because I could not be natural. I was a dull, dowdy16 thing in those days. But now I really am something to look at and to listen to!" and Lady Watson smirked17 in a near mirror at her artificial beauty.
"Mother," said Beatrice, accepting what appeared to be the inevitable18 with a good grace, although the discovery of the relationship did not please her, "will you tell me if you had anything to do with the murder of my father?"
"Oh, dear me! no," said Lady Watson perfectly calmly, and showing no signs of indignation at the accusation,--which it was, in a way. "Of course Durban made capital out of it, and forced me to part with you and the necklace because of that horrid death. But I've got back the necklace"--Lady Watson fingered it fondly--"and you."
"How did you get the necklace?"
"A friend of mine called Miss Carr gave it to me. She got it from her father, though I don't know how he got it, I'm sure. Major Ruck--you know the man, dear?--wanted Maud--that is Miss Carr--to give it up, and would have killed her for it. He's just the sort of bully19 who would kill a woman to get money, and I don't mind saying it, although he was my friend. So Maud, to spite him, gave it to me, and----"
"Wait one moment, mother. Were you not going to elope with Major----"
Lady Watson interrupted in her turn, and uttered an embarrassed scream. "Yes, I was, my dear. Your father was a bear--there's no good saying anything else. He was a bear! I couldn't stand his Puritan airs any longer, and on the very night he was murdered I intended to elope with him, to pay your father out. But Alpenny met me----"
"At the head of the stairs?"
"Who told you that?"
"Mrs. Snow," said Beatrice promptly20.
"Julia Duncan? Ah, she always was a false-hearted cat. Why, the very last time I saw her, and that was when I went down to get Alpenny's money, she promised to hold her tongue."
"I forced her to speak."
"And you have forced me, you clever girl. I promised Durban never to reveal who I really was but I did so, through natural affections; and now you know. I'm sure I don't care," added Lady Watson with a reckless air. "Durban can do his worst."
"What can he do?"
"Accuse me of your father's murder, although I'm as innocent as a child. But I dare say he'll hold his tongue if I pay him well. He was always fond of money, and Alpenny's legacy21 has made me rich."
"I don't think Durban can be bribed22, nor do I think he is fond of money," said Beatrice with decision. "But for my sake, he may hold his tongue."
"Well, I shan't give up the Obi necklace," muttered Lady Watson. "The Colonel bought it for me; he got it from a Brazilian negro, and said there was a curse on it,--at least the negro did. For that reason your father--who really was fond of me, I suppose, although he had a horrid, dull way of showing his love--would not give it to me. He kept it in a green box along with his papers beside his bed, and I got it from there when he was lying dead."
"Did you see him dead?" asked Beatrice, horrified23. "Of course I did. That is why Durban says that I killed him. He always did hate me, the beast!"
Beatrice passed her hand wearily across her forehead. "I cannot gather much from these scraps24 of information," she said irritably25; "please tell me all connectedly and from the beginning."
"Oh, dear me, how very like your father you are!" said Lady Watson, with an affected26 shudder27. "He was always so very precise: I don't know how I came to marry so dull a man. But my father made the match. He was a planter in Jamaica, and Colonel Hall was stationed at Port Royal I was merely a child--seventeen, in fact--and the Colonel fell in love with me. I married him, although I liked twenty other men better. Sir Reginald was one; but he went to England, on leave, and my father made me marry the Colonel while Reginald was away. He was in a rage when he came back. Afterwards, when the Colonel died so dreadfully, Sir Reginald married me, as he knew--if no one else did--that I had nothing to do with that horrid murder."
"Tell me the events of that night," said Beatrice keeping the voluble little woman to the point.
"Well, I'm doing it, if you will only let me speak," snapped Lady Watson; "but you are like your father, and want me to hold my tongue as he did. I'm sure I never opened my mouth for years with that man. Shortly after you were born we went to England. Amelia and Durban came also, as Durban would never leave the Colonel; and Amelia was brought for your sake, you being a baby--and a very pretty one too. Colonel Hall went down to see Mr. Paslow at Convent Grange, as they were great friends. I stopped in London for a time, as I was so sick of the Colonel's stiffness. Then I came down because he insisted on it. Major Ruck--who was really a nice man in those days--followed, and stopped at The Camp, as he wished me to elope with him. On the night of the murder I arranged to do so."
"Had the Major anything to do with the murder?" asked Beatrice hurriedly.
"He said he hadn't, but he might have told a lie. He never could tell the truth," said Lady Watson vaguely28. "But as I was saying--and don't interrupt again, please--I dressed late at night I knew that Mr. Paslow, and Alpenny, and the Colonel had gone to bed. Your father and I were in different rooms, because we had quarrelled. I came out into the passage, and intended to meet Major Ruck at The Camp, where he had a carriage waiting. Alpenny should have been at The Camp also, only he stopped at the Grange--to spite me, I believe, as he loved me, and wanted to prevent my elopement."
"Did he know about it?"
"Yes. He wheedled29 the information out of the Major, and learned also that I intended to bring the Obi necklace with me. It was because of the necklace, as well as because of his love for me, that he stopped at the Grange to thwart30 me."
"But the necklace was in my father's possession?"
"In a green dispatch box beside his bed," explained Lady Watson. "You are quite right, dear; so it was. I stole out into the passage, and there I met at the head of the stairs that horrid Alpenny, who was on the watch. Julia Snow was watching also, as she told me afterwards. The horrid woman, she loved George, and----"
"I know--I know--please go on."
"I am going on," cried Lady Watson in despair; "but you will interrupt. Alpenny said he wanted to help me to get away, which was a lie. I believed him, and we went to the Colonel's chamber31. I could easily make some excuse, you know; that I had the toothache or something, and George would believe me."
"But your dress--your hat?"
"Oh, I took those off and gave them to Alpenny, who remained outside the bedroom door. When I went in I nearly screamed, for the Colonel did look so horrid, lying in bed with his throat cut. I could see it and him, plainly in the moonlight. I called Alpenny, and we were both afraid. Then I saw the box, and got out the necklace."
"Ugh!" said Beatrice, disgusted at this callous32 behaviour. "Why didn't you call for help?"
"What! and be arrested? Everyone knew that George and I were on bad terms; and besides, with the necklace in my possession, I might have been accused of killing33 him. Alpenny said we had better take the necklace and go away. The window was open, and I suppose the man who killed the Colonel got in there. I took the necklace, and went out into the passage with Alpenny, closing the door after me. I put on my hat and cloak, and then he refused to let me go to The Camp to meet the Major unless I gave him the necklace. I had to, and then went back to bed."
"Why didn't you elope?" asked Beatrice sarcastically34.
"My dear, my nerves were shattered, and it would have been most dangerous. I went to bed, and pretended to be horrified when I heard of the murder. The Major would not marry me when he found that I hadn't got the necklace; so after the inquest I came to town, and met Reginald Watson. I told him everything, and he married me."
"But how did my nurse marry Mr. Alpenny?"
"Durban arranged that," said Lady Watson promptly. "He was almost mad when he found the Colonel was dead, and he forced the truth out of me. I believe Julia Snow told him what she had seen. I knew Durban would say nothing, because if he hated me, he loved you and your father. He did hold his tongue, but he insisted that Alpenny should give the necklace to him in trust for you. Of course Alpenny would not do so, and Durban threatened to inform the police. Then Durban, who didn't know much about English law, thought that he might get into trouble and be accused. I really don't know," added Lady Watson, pondering, "if I didn't threaten to accuse him."
"Oh, how could you?"
"Well, he might be guilty. Niggers always prefer to cut throats, and your father certainly died in that horrid way."
"The man with the black patch killed him?"
"Did he? I heard something about that; but I'm not sure. However, to make a long story short, Durban arranged that you should be taken charge of by Alpenny, and that he should look after you along with Amelia, who was consumptive."
"But why?"
Lady Watson rose wrathfully. "You may well ask that, Beatrice. Why? Because, if you please, this nigger didn't think I was a proper person to look after you. Then Amelia refused to go to The Camp unless she went--as she said, respectably. Alpenny, who was in love with me, and knew that I intended to marry Sir Reginald, agreed to marry her in order to keep the necklace. Amelia died shortly afterwards, and for the sake of safety was buried as your mother: you took her name of Hedge, you know. That's the story."
"It is a very horrible one," said Beatrice, rising in her turn.
Lady Watson burst into tears. "It is not my fault," she sobbed35. "I'm sure, in spite of Reginald's objections, I would have kept you beside me; only Durban took you away, and Amelia also, because she wanted to marry a rich man, as Alpenny was supposed. They knew too much; I had to yield; and then Reginald thought you were dead. But I have always loved and longed for my pretty baby. Kiss me, darling!"
"No," said Beatrice sternly.
The little woman looked up aghast. "Your own mother?"
"I do not look upon you as my mother," said the girl coldly. "You deserted36 me in the most heartless manner. I don't know how much of your story is true----"
"It is all true--I swear it."
"It may be, and you may be innocent. But to see my father lying dead, and not give the alarm, was wicked. The assassin might have been caught and----"
"I would have been caught!" cried Lady Watson vehemently37. "As it was, people thought that I had something to do with the horrid thing. I was quite innocent," she protested, sobbing38. "Beatrice!"
Her voice rose to a scream as the girl walked to the door for the second time. "I am going," said Beatrice quietly. "You must give me time to think over our new relationship. I'll see you again soon."
"Oh!" wailed39 Lady Watson, as the door closed on the daughter who rejected her; "how like your father--how very like!"
Beatrice walked calmly down the stairs, and opening the front door herself, returned to the hotel to think over the matter. At the door of the little inn she found the stout40 landlady41 arguing with a red-haired, foxy man.
"Waterloo!" said Beatrice, drawing back.
"There," chuckled42 the rogue43, grinning at the landlady, "she knows me does the young lydy.--Miss, come at once--Durban's dying."
"Durban dying!"
"He'll be dead in a jiffy," said Waterloo, grinning. "You come, miss." Then dropping his voice, "He wants to tell you who killed your father."
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