Ere thou profanest thus that holy name.
A father should protect and guide his child
Through the harsh tumult1 of this noisy life,
But thou hast stood apart these many years
And left me to the mercy of the world,
With all its snares2 and madd'ning influence,
Yet now thou say'st "I am thy father"--nay,
No name is that for such a one as thou.
Looking at that quiet room illuminated3 by the mellow4 light of the lamp, no one could have imagined the scene of terror and despair which had lately taken place, yet when Reginald entered, his face wore a somewhat puzzled expression.
"How do you do, Beaumont?" he said as the artist arose with a frank smile and took his hand. "I thought I heard a scream."
"Did you?" replied Beaumont, assisting his visitor to remove his great coat. "Then I'm afraid I must have been asleep, as I heard nothing, not even your knock; the opening of the door aroused me."
"I didn't knock at all," said Reginald, sitting down by the fire and drawing his chair closer to the burning coals. "I should have done so, but I forgot and walked straight in--you don't mind, do you?"
"Not at all, my boy, you are perfectly5 welcome," answered the artist heartily6. "Will you smoke?"
"Thank you, I've got my pipe."
He lighted his pipe and lay back in the chair watching the fire, while Beaumont, bending forward with his face in the shadow puffed7 at his cigarette, watching Reginald, and crouching8 on the dark staircase with her eye to the keyhole, a silent woman watched both. It was a curious situation and not without a touch of grim comedy, though, as a matter of fact, the play which the trio were about to act had more in it of the tragic9 than the comic element.
Reginald, looking sad and weary, watched the fire for some moments, till Beaumont, feeling the silence oppressive, broke it with a laugh.
"How fearfully dull you are, Blake," he said gaily10, "is anything wrong?"
Blake withdrew his sad eyes from the fire and looked at the speaker with a singular smile.
"Not what many people would call wrong," he said at length. "I have a large income, I am young, and I marry the girl I love next week."
"Well, as you can't call any of those blessings11 wrong, my friend, you ought to be perfectly happy."
"No doubt--but perfect happiness is given to no mortal."
"You are very young to moralize," said Beaumont with a faint sneer12.
"Yes, it appears absurd, doesn't it, but I can't help it; ever since I discovered the real story of my birth a shadow seems to have fallen on my life."
"And why--who cares for the bar sinister13 now-a-days?"
"Not many people I suppose, but I do--I daresay I have been brought up in an old-fashioned manner, but I feel the loss of my good name keenly--wealth can gild14 shame, not hide it."
"Rubbish! you are morbidly15 sensitive on the subject."
"No doubt I am--as I said before it's the fault of my bringing up--but come," he continued in a livelier tone, "I did not call to inflict16 my dismal17 mood upon you, let us talk of other things."
"Such as your marriage?"
"Certainly--marriage is a pleasant subject," said the young man with a quiet smile. "As I told you, I marry Miss Challoner next week and then we go abroad for a year or two."
"And what about your property in the meantime?" asked Beaumont.
"Oh, I'll leave it to my solicitors18 to attend to."
"Why not appoint me your agent?"
Blake coloured a little at this direct request and smiled in an embarrassed manner.
"Well, I hardly see how I can do that," he said frankly19, "I've only known you about three months, and besides, I have perfect confidence in my solicitors to manage the property, so, with all due respect to you, Beaumont, I must decline to appoint you my agent."
He spoke20 with some haughtiness21, as he was irritated at the cool way in which Beaumont spoke, but that gentleman seemed in nowise offended and smiled blandly22 as he answered:
"If then, you will not help me in that way, will you give me some money--say five hundred pounds?"
"Certainly not!" retorted Blake hotly, pushing back his chair, "why should I do such a thing? As I said before, I have only known you three months--you were kind enough to introduce me to some friends of yours in Town, beyond this our friendship does not extend--I have yet to learn that gentlemen go about requesting sums of money from comparative strangers."
"You have yet to learn a good many things," said Beaumont coolly, irritated by the independent tone of the young man, "and one is that you must give me the money I ask."
Blake jumped to his feet in amazement23 at the peremptory24 tone of the artist and looked at him indignantly.
"Must!" he repeated angrily, "I don't understand the word--what right have you to speak to me in such a manner?--if you think you've got a fool to deal with you are very much mistaken--I decline to lend or give you a sixpence, and furthermore I also decline your acquaintance from this moment."
He snatched up his overcoat and put it on, but Beaumont, still cool and unruffled, sat smiling in his chair.
"Wait a moment," he said slowly, "you had better understand the situation before you leave this room."
Reginald Blake, who had turned his back on the artist, swung round with a dangerous expression in his dark eyes.
"I understand the situation perfectly, sir; you thought I was a young fool, who, having come into money, was simple enough to play the part of pigeon to your hawk25."
Beaumont arose slowly from his chair at this insulting speech, and frowned ominously26, while the woman hidden behind the door watched the pair in a cat-like manner, ready to intervene if she saw cause.
"You had better take care, my boy," said Beaumont deliberately27. "I am your friend now, beware lest you make me your enemy."
"Do you think I care two straws for either your friendship or enmity?" replied Blake with supreme28 contempt, looking the artist up and down. "If so, you are mistaken--what can you do to harm me I should like to know?"
"Then you shall know--I can dispossess you of your wealth and leave you a pauper29."
"Hardly--seeing I now know your true character and touch neither dice-box nor cards."
"It will require neither dice-box nor cards," replied Beaumont, wincing30 at this home thrust, "I can dispense31 with those aids--and I can reduce you to your former position of a pauper and stop your marriage."
"Indeed! Then do so."
Beaumont was stung to sudden fury by the young man's coolness, and lost his temper.
"You defy me!" he hissed32, advancing towards Blake. "You dare to defy me, you pauper--you outcast--you bastard33!"
"Liar34!"
In another moment Reginald had his hand upon Beaumont's throat, his face convulsed with rage, when suddenly Patience sprang forth35 from her hiding-place.
"Stop! He is your father."
Blake's grip relaxed, and his arm fell by his side while Beaumont, staggering back, fell into the arm-chair and began mechanically to arrange his disordered necktie.
"My father!"
It was Reginald who spoke in a dull, slow voice, with his face ghastly pale and his eyes fixed36 upon the cowering37 form of the woman before him.
"My father! Is this true?"
Patience tried to speak, but her tongue could not form the words, so Beaumont, with a devilish light in his eyes, answered for her.
"Quite true. Your mother has told you."
"My mother! You?"
The young man looked from one to the other in a dazed manner, then, with a gasping38 cry, staggered forward and seized Patience by the arm.
"Do you hear what this man says?" he said in a strained, unnatural39 voice. "That he is my father--that you are my mother! Is it true--tell me--is it true?"
"It is true."
A look of horror overspread his face, and flinging her away from him, with a cry of anguish40 he fell against the wall with white face and outstretched arms.
"My God! it is true."
His mother looked apprehensively41 at him for a moment, then fell on her knees weeping bitterly.
"Spurn42 me--curse me--despise me!" she cried in a broken voice. "You have every right to do so. I am your unhappy mother and he is your father. I lied when I said Fanny Blake and the Squire43 were your parents. I lied at your father's instigation in order to gain you a fortune. He designed the conspiracy--I carried it out."
"And I have been the dupe of both," interrupted Reginald fiercely, stepping forward with uplifted hand as if to strike her. "I don't believe this--it is a lie! You are my nurse."
"I am your mother."
The calm manner in which she made this assertion left no room for doubt, and Reginald Blake recoiled44 from that kneeling figure as if it had been a snake.
"My mother!" he muttered convulsively. "Great Heavens! my mother!"
Patience saw how he shrank from her, and a great wave of despair swept over her soul as she struggled forward on her knees, flinging out her arms towards him with a bitter cry.
"Oh, forgive me--forgive me!" she wailed45. "I did it for the best; I did, indeed. I denied you were my child in order to save your good name, and I only swore the lie about Fanny Blake in order to make you rich. Do not shrink from me, my son, I implore46 you. Think how I have suffered all these years--how I have sacrificed my life for your sake. Have pity, Reginald, as you hope for mercy. Have mercy!"
Reginald Blake stood quiet for a moment, then, controlling himself by a powerful effort, raised her to her feet. As he did so she looked timidly at his face, but saw therein no pity, no tenderness; only the look of a man suffering agony. He placed her in a chair and, without looking at her, advanced towards the table.
"Before I can believe this story," he said in a hard voice, "I require some proof of it. By the Squire's will the property was left to the person who produced a certain paper, written by him, and a ring. They were both found in his desk, directed to me. If I am not the Squire's son how did this happen?"
"I can explain that very easily," replied Beaumont, taking some papers out of his breast coat pocket. "When I came down here a few months ago, I heard of the Squire's madness regarding his re-incarnation, and by means of a hypnotic sleep I found out from his own lips that he intended to leave all his property to a fictitious47 son, who was to be himself in a new body. Being under my control in the hypnotic state, he showed me where the paper and ring were hidden. I took them from their hiding place and filled up the paper with your name and that of Fanny Blake. I then enclosed the ring and paper in an envelope which the Squire had directed to you, resealed it, and, getting the keys of his desk, placed them therein, where they were found. You understand?"
"I understand; but why did the Squire direct an envelope to me?"
"Because he wanted to help you, and wrote this letter and this cheque, which he enclosed in an envelope to be given to you by your mother. I used the envelope as I explained, and kept the letter and cheque by me. Here they are as a proof of the truth."
Reginald took up the papers the artist placed upon the table and glanced over them, then placed them in his pocket, and turning away took up his hat.
"Where are you going?" asked Beaumont, alarmed at his action.
"I am going to see Dr. Larcher and tell him all," answered his son sternly. "What other course is there for me to take?"
"To hold your tongue," said the artist eagerly. "Surely you're not such a fool as to give up possession of an estate like this for a mere48 feeling of honour. Pay me a stated income and I will hold my tongue. Your mother will be silent for her own sake, so no one will know the truth."
Reginald looked at him with unutterable contempt.
"After bringing me so low as you have done do you think I am going to sink lower of my own free will?" he said in a scornful tone. "No! a thousand times no. I would not keep this property another day if it were ten million a year. I see what your plan has been--to threaten me with exposure if I did not bribe49 you to silence. You have mistaken me. I am not so base as that. This property shall go back to its rightful owner, and you will not receive one penny either from her or from me."
"I am your father."
"You are my father--yes, God help me! If I am to believe this story you are my father--a father I despise and loathe50. One question more I only ask--are you my mother's husband?"
"No," said Beaumont sullenly51, "I am not."
Reginald turned a shade paler and laughed bitterly.
"What have I done to be punished like this?" he said, raising his face in agony. "You have taken away the wealth I wrongfully possessed52, you have deprived me of my good name, of my self-respect, but, as God is above us, you shall not make me vile53 in my own sight by doing your wicked will."'
Another moment and the door closed, so that Patience and Beaumont were alone. Rising from her seat she took off her bonnet54.
"What are you going to do?" asked Beaumont savagely55, all his innate56 brutality57 showing itself now that the mask was dropped.
"I am going to stay here, to-night," she said, unsteadily walking to the door, "and to-morrow I will go to London, never to return."
"What about the Grange?"
"I shall never go back to the Grange," answered the woman slowly, "there is no home for me there; you have done your worst, Basil Beaumont--done your worst--and failed."
Again the door closed and Beaumont was left alone--alone with his ruined hopes and his despair.
"Failed," he muttered savagely, looking into the fire. "Yes, I have failed to get the money, but I shall not fail to ruin Reginald Blake for all that; he thinks he will still marry the heiress of the Grange; he can set his mind at rest--he will never marry Una Challoner."
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