"Not till this evening, late," said Fanny.
"Then I must wait till he returns, or till this person recovers himself. I cannot possibly leave you alone in the house with a tipsy man."
"Oh yes, do stay till father returns. I want you to meet him so much," said Fanny, all her grief vanishing in smiles.
"Susannah, we'll have supper at eight."
"Yes, miss."
"I am almost glad," said Fanny, as she tripped up the kitchen stairs before her[Pg 87] cousin, "I am almost glad James took it into his head to get tipsy, you'd have gone away if he hadn't, without seeing father; it seems almost like Providence1. Mercy! it's six o'clock."
She glanced at the great old hall clock ticking away the moments, even as it had done when George the Third was king, and Charles took his watch out to verify the time, but he did not catch the old clock tripping.
"Now we must think about supper," said Fanny, in a busy voice. "You must be dying of hunger. What do you like best?"
"But you have not dined, Fanny."
"Oh, we always call dinner 'luncheon2,' and have it in the middle of the day; it saves trouble, and it is less worry." Then, after a moment's pause: "I wish we had a lobster3, but I don't think there is one. I know there is a beefsteak."
She went to the kitchen stairs.
"Susannah!"
"Yes, miss," answered a dolorous4 voice from below.
"Have you a lobster in the house?"
"No, miss."
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"You have a beefsteak?"
A sound came as of search amongst the plates on the dresser.
"The beefsteak is gone, Miss Fanny."
"Now, where can that beefsteak have gone to?" murmured the girl, whilst Charles called to mind the criminal countenances5 of the two faithful cats, and the business-like manner in which they had left the room.
"Search again, Susannah."
A frightful6 crash of crockery came as a reply.
"Susannah!"
"Yes, miss."
"Don't look any more, I will go out and buy something."
"Don't mind me," said Charles. "Anything will do for me; I am used—I mean——"
"I am not going to have father come back and find you starved to death; he'd kill me. I'm going out marketing7; will you come?"
"With pleasure."
"Then wait till I fetch my hat and a basket."
"May I light a cigar?"
"Yes, smoke everywhere, every one does," and she rushed upstairs for her hat. A[Pg 89] moment later she returned, hat on head, and bearing in her hand a little basket adorned8 with blue ribbons: a pound of tea would have freighted it.
"How on earth is she going to get the dinner into that?" thought her companion, as he unbarred the hall door and followed her down the steps.
Then they found themselves walking down the weed-grown avenue, the birds twittering overhead in the light of the warm June evening.
That he should be going "a-marketing" in Highgate accompanied by a pretty girl with a basket did not, strangely enough, impress Charles Bevan as being an out-of-the-way occurrence.
He felt as if he had known the Lamberts for years—a good many years. He no longer contemplated9 the joyous10 tragedy of their life wholly as a spectator; he had become suddenly and without volition11 one of the actors, a subordinate actor—a thinking part, one might call it.
The fearful fascination13 exercised by these people seemed, strange to say, never so potent14 as when exercised upon hard-headed people,[Pg 90] as Major Sawyer and many another could have told.
"I love marketing," said Fanny, as they trudged15 along, "at least buying things."
"Have you any money?"
"Lots," said Miss Lambert, producing a starved-looking purse.
She opened it and peeped in at the three and sixpence it contained, and then shut it with a snap as if fearful of their escaping.
"What do you like next best to marketing?" asked Charles in the sedate16 voice of a heavy father speaking to his favourite child.
"Opening parcels."
"I don't quite——"
"Oh, you know—strange parcels when they come, or when father brings them, one never knows what may be in them—chocolate creams or what. I wonder what father will bring me back this time?"
"Where has he gone to?"
"He has gone to get some money."
"He will be back this evening?"
"Yes, unless he finds it difficult getting the money. If he does, he won't be home till morning." She spoke17 as an Indian squaw might speak, whose father or husband has[Pg 91] gone a-hunting, whilst Charles marvelled18 vaguely19.
"But suppose—he doesn't get any money?"
"Oh, he will get it all right, people are so good to him. Poor, dear Mr Hancock——"
She stopped suddenly.
"Yes, yes."
"He said we weren't to tell."
She spoke in a secretive voice which greatly inflamed20 her companion's curiosity.
"You might tell me, but don't if you don't want to."
"Yes," said Fanny. "I don't think it matters now that you are friends with us, and we're all the same family. Father's dividends22 had not come in, and he lent us the money to pay the bills."
"What bills?"
"The butcher's bill, and Stokes the baker's bill, and the milk bill, and some others."
"Hancock lent you the money to pay your bills?" cried Charles, feeling like a person in a dream.
"Yes, old Mr Hancock, your Mr Hancock."
"But he never told me he was a friend of your father's; besides, he is my solicitor23."
"He never saw us before this week."
[Pg 92]
"Tell me all about it, and how you came to know him so intimately, and how he paid your bills," commanded Mr Bevan.
There was, just here on the road, a seat dropped incontinently by the County Council; they sat upon it whilst she told her tale.
"It was the other day. Father had not slept all night thinking of the action. He came into my bedroom at two in the morning to tell me that if he lost it before the House of Lords, he would take it before the Queen in Council. He had been sitting up reading 'Every Man his Own Lawyer.' Well, next morning a lot of people came asking for their money, the butcher and all those, and we hadn't any.
"Father said it was all your fault, and he wished he had never seen the fish stream. I was so frightened by the way he was bothering himself about everything—for, as a rule, you know he is the most easy-tempered man in the world as long as he has got his pipe. Well, a friend advised me to go privately24 to your lawyer and try to stop the action. So I went to Mr Hancock.
"At first he seemed very stiff, and glared at me through his spectacles; but, after a while,[Pg 93] as I told him all about ourselves, he stopped shuffling25 his feet, and listened with his hand to his ear as if he were deaf, and he took a smelling bottle out of a drawer of his desk and snuffed at it, and said, 'Dear me, how very extraordinary!' Then he called me his 'Poor child!' and asked me had I had any luncheon. I said 'Yes,' though I hadn't—I wasn't hungry. Well, we talked and talked, and at last he said he would come back with me home, for that our affairs were in a dreadful condition and we didn't seem to know it. He said he would come as a friend and try to forget that he was a lawyer.
"Well, he came here with me. Father was upstairs in his bedroom, and I poked26 my head in and told him your lawyer wanted to see him in the drawing-room.
"I didn't tell him it was I who had fetched him, for I knew he would simply go mad if he thought I had been meddling27 with the action; besides, Mr Hancock said I had better not, as he simply called as a friend.
"Down came father and went into the drawing-room. I was in an awful fright, too frightened even to listen at the door. I made Susannah listen after a while, and she said[Pg 94] they were talking about roses—I felt so relieved.
"I sent Susannah in with wine, and Mr Hancock stayed to supper. After supper they had cigars and punch, and I played to them on the piano, and father sang Irish songs, and Mr Hancock told us awfully28 funny stories all about the law, and said he was a bachelor and envied father because he had a daughter like me.
"Then he talked about our affairs, and said he would require more punch before he could understand them; so he had more punch, and father showed him the housekeeping books, and he looked over them reading them upside down and every way. Then he wrote out a cheque to pay the books, with one eye shut, whilst father wrote out bills, you know, to pay the cheque, and then he kissed me and said good-bye to father and went away crying."
"But," cried Charles, utterly29 astounded30 at this artless revelation of another man's folly31, "old Hancock never made a joke in his life—at least to me—and he's an awful old skinflint and never lent any man a penny, so they say."
"He made lots of jokes that night, anyhow,"[Pg 95] said Fanny, "and lent father over twenty pounds, too; and only yesterday a great bunch of hothouse flowers came from Covent Garden with his card for me."
"Old fool!" said Charles.
"He is not an old fool, he's a dear old man, and I love him. Come on, or the shops will be closed."
"You seem to love everything," said Mr Bevan in a rather stiff tone, as they meandered32 along near now to the street where shops were.
"I do—at least everything I don't hate."
"Whom do you hate?"
"No one just now. I never hate people for long, it is too much trouble. I used to hate you before I knew you. I thought you were a man with a black beard; you see I hadn't seen you."
"But, why on earth did you think I had a black beard?"
"I don't know. I suppose it was because I hate black beards."
"So you don't hate me?"
"No, indeed."
"And as every one you don't hate, you—— I say, what a splendid evening this is! it is just like Italy. I mean, it reminds me of Italy."
"And here are the shops at last," said[Pg 96] Fanny, as if the shops had been travelling to them and had only just arrived.
She stopped at a stationer's window.
"I want to get some envelopes. Come in, won't you?"
She bought a packet of envelopes for fourpence. Charles turned away to look at some of the gaudily-bound Kebles, Byrons, and Scotts so dear to the middle-class heart, and before he could turn again she had bought a little prayer-book with a cross on it for a shilling. The shopman was besetting33 her with a new invention in birthday cards when Charles broke the spell by touching34 her elbow with the head of his walking stick.
"Don't you think," said he when they were safely in the street, "it is a mistake buying prayer-books, these shop-keepers are such awful swindlers?"
"I bought it for Susannah," explained Fanny. "It's a little present for her after the way James has gone on. Look at this dear monkey."
A barrel organ of the old type was playing by the pavement, making a sound as if an old man gone idiotic35 were humming a tune36 to himself. A villainous-looking monkey on[Pg 97] the organ-top, held out his hand when it saw Fanny approaching. It knew the world evidently, or at least physiognomy, which is almost the same thing.
"He takes it just like a man," she cried, as the creature grabbed one of her pennies and then nearly broke its chain trying to get at her to tear the rose from her hat. "Look, it knows the people who are fond of it; it is just like a child."
Charles tore her from the monkey, only for a milliner's shop to suck her in.
"I must run in here for a moment, it's only about a corset I ordered; I won't be three minutes."
He waited ten, thinking how strange it was that this girl saw something attractive in nearly everything—strange cats, monkeys, and even old Hancock.
At the end of twenty minutes' walking up and down, he approached the milliner's window and peeped into the shop.
Fanny was conversing37 with a tall woman, whose frizzled black hair lent her somehow the appearance of a Frenchwoman.
The Highgate Frenchwoman was dangling38 something gaudy39 and flimsy before Fanny's[Pg 98] eyes, and the girl had her purse in her hand.
Charles gave a sigh, and resumed his beat like a policeman.
At last she came out, carrying a tissue-paper parcel.
"Well, have you got your—what you called for?"
"No, it's not ready yet; but I've got the most beautiful—Oh my goodness me!—how stupid I am!"
"What?"
"I have only three halfpence left, and I have forgotten the eggs and things for supper."
"Give me your purse, and let me look into it," he said, taking the little purse and turning away a moment. Then he handed it back to her; she opened it and peeped in, and there lay a sovereign.
"It's just what father does," she said, looking up in the lamp-light with a smile that somehow made Mr Bevan's eyes feel misty40. "What makes you so like him in everything you do?" And somehow these words seemed to the correct Mr Bevan the sweetest he had ever heard.
[Pg 99]
Then they marketed after the fashion of youth when it finds itself the possessor of a whole sovereign. Fanny laying out the money as the fancy took her, and with the lavishness41 so conspicuously43 absent in the dealings of your mere44 millionaire.
They then returned to "The Laurels45," Charles Bevan carrying the parcels.
The dining-room of "The Laurels" was a huge apartment furnished in the age of heavy dinners, when a knowledge of comparative anatomy46 and the wrist of a butcher were necessary ingredients in the composition of a successful host.
Here Susannah, to drown her sorrows in labour and give honour to the guest, had laid the supper things on a lavish42 scale. The Venetian vase, before-mentioned, stood filled with roses in the centre of the table, and places were laid for six—all sorts of places. Some of the unexpected guests were presumably to sup entirely47 off fish, to judge by the knives and forks set out for them, and some were evidently to be denied the luxury of soup. That there was neither soup nor fish mattered little to Susannah.
The cellar, to judge by the sideboard, had[Pg 100] been seized with a spirit of emulation48 begotten49 of the display made by the plate pantry, and had sent three representatives from each bin50. The sideboard also contained the jam-pot, the bread tray, and butter on a plate: commestables that had the abject51 air of poor relations admitted on sufferance, and come to look on.
Here entered Fanny, followed by Mr Bevan, laden52 with parcels.
The girl's hat was tilted53 slightly sideways, her raven54 hair was in revolt, and her cheeks flushed with happiness and the excitement of marketing.
Susannah followed them. She wore a wonderful white apron55 adorned with frills and blue ribbons, a birthday present from her mistress, only brought out on state occasions.
"Three candles only!" said the mistress of the house, glancing at the table and the three candles burning on it. "That's not enough; fetch a couple more, and, Susannah, bring the sardine56 opener."
"Why don't you light the gas?" asked her cousin, putting his parcels down and glancing at the great chandelier swinging overhead.
[Pg 101]
"I would, only father has had a fight with the gas company and they've cut it off. Now let's open the parcels; put the candles nearer."
Mr Bevan's parcels contained a box of sardines57, a paysandu ox tongue, and a basket of peaches; Fanny's, the before-mentioned prayer-book, envelopes, and in the tissue-paper parcel a light shawl or fichu of fleecy silk dyed blue.
She cast her hat off, and throwing the fichu round her neck, hopped58 upon a chair, candle in hand, and glanced at herself in a great mirror on the opposite wall.
"It makes me look beautiful!" she cried. "And I have half a mind to keep it for myself."
"Why—for whom did you buy it, then?"
"For James' wife, Mrs Regan."
"Oh!"
"She is ill, you know, and I am going to see her again to-morrow. I hate going to see sick people, but father says whenever we see a lame21 dog we should put our shoulders to the wheel and help him over the stile, and she's a lame dog, if ever there was one. That's right, Susannah, put the candles here, and give me the can opener; I love opening[Pg 102] tins, and there is a little prayer-book I got for you when I was out."
"Thank you, miss," said Susannah in a muffled59 voice, putting the little prayer-book under her apron with one hand, and snuffing a candle with the finger and thumb of the other. "Can I get you anything more, miss?"
"Nothing. Is James all right?"
"He's asleep now, miss," answered the maid, closing her mouth for once in her life by some miracle of Love, and catching60 in her breath through her nose.
"That will do, Susannah," hastily said her mistress, who knew this symptom of old, and what it foreboded; "I'll ring if I want you. Bring up the punch things at ten, just as you always bring them."
Susannah left the room making stifled61 sounds, and Fanny, with Mrs Regan's fichu about her neck, attacked the sardine tin with the opener.
"Let me," said Charles.
"No, no; you open the champagne62, and put the peaches on a plate, and I'll open the tins. Bring over the bread and butter and jam. I wish we had some ice for the champagne, but the fishmonger—forgot to send it. Bother this knife!"
[Pg 103]
She laboured away, with her cheeks flushed; a lock of black hair hanging loose lent her a distracted air, and made her so lovely in the eyes of Charles that he put the bread platter down on top of the butter plate, so that the butter pat clung to the bottom of the bread platter, and they had to scrape it off, one holding the platter, one scraping with the knife, and both hands touching.
"We have had that bread plate ever since I can remember," she said, as they seated themselves to the feast, "and I wouldn't have anything happen to it for earths, not that the butter will do it any harm. Isn't the text on it nice?"
Charles examined the bread platter gravely.
"'Want not,'" he read. He looked in vain for the "Waste not," but that part of the maxim63 was hidden by the carved representation of a full ear of corn.
"It's a very nice—motto. Have some champagne?"
"No thanks, I only drink water, wine flies to my head; I am like James. I am going to have a peach—have one."
"Thank you, I am eating sardines. You remind me of the old gentleman—he was[Pg 104] short-sighted—who offered me a pinch of snuff once when I was eating a sole."
Fanny, with her teeth set in the peach, gave a little shriek64 of laughter, but Mr Bevan was perfectly65 grave. Still, for perhaps the first time in his life, he felt his possibilities as a humorist, and determined66 to exploit them.
"Talking about ghosts"—ghosts and mothers-in-law, to the medium intellect, are always fair game,—"talking about ghosts," said he, "you said, I think, Cousin Fanny——"
"Call me Fanny," said that lady, who, having eaten her peach, was now helping68 herself to sardines. "I hate that word 'cousin,' it sounds so stiff. What about ghosts?"
"About ghosts," he answered slowly, his new-found sense of humour suddenly becoming lost. "Oh yes, you said, Fanny, that a ghost was haunting this house."
"Yes, Fanny Lambert. I told you she hid her jewels before she hung herself. When people see her she is always beckoning70 them to follow her. We found James insensible one night on the landing upstairs; he told us next morning he had seen her, and she had beckoned71 him to follow her, and after that he remembered nothing more."
[Pg 105]
"A sure sign there were spirits in the house."
"Wasn't it? But why, do you think, does she beckon69 people?"
"Perhaps she beckons72 people to show them where the jewels are hidden."
"Oh!" cried Fanny; "why did we never think of that before? Of course that is the reason—and they are worth two hundred thousand pounds. We must have the panels in the corridor taken down. I'll make father do it to-morrow. Two hundred thousand pounds: what is that a year?"
"Ten thousand."
"Fancy father with ten thousand a year!" Mr Bevan shuddered73. "We can have a steam yacht, and everything we want. I feel as if I were going mad," said Miss Lambert, with the air of a person who had often been mad before and knew the symptoms.
The door opened and Susannah appeared with the punch things. "Susannah, guess what's happened—never mind, you'll know soon. Have you got the lemon and the sugar? That is right."
And Miss Lambert, forgetting for a[Pg 106] moment fortune, turned her attention to the manufacturing of punch.
Susannah withdrew, casting her eyes over Fanny and Charles as she went, and seeming to draw her under-lip after her.
When the door was shut, Miss Lambert looked into the punch bowl to see if it was clean, and, having turned a huge spider out of it, went to the sideboard.
"You are not going to make punch in this great thing?"
"I am," said Fanny, returning with a bottle in each hand and one under her arm.
"Go on," said Charles resignedly. "May I smoke?"
"Of course, smoke. Open me this champagne."
"You are not going to put champagne in punch?"
"Everything is good in punch. Father learned how to make it in Moscow, when he was dining with the Hussars there. After dinner a huge bowl was brought in, and everything went in—champagne, whisky, brandy, all the fruit from the dessert; then they set it on fire, and drank it, burning."
[Pg 107]
"Has your father ever made punch like that?"
"No, but now I've got him away, I am going to try."
Pop went the champagne cork74, and the golden wine ran creaming into the bowl.
"Now the brandy."
"But this will be cold punch."
"Yes, it's just as good; milk punch is always cold."
"I'm blest if this is milk punch," said Mr Bevan, as he looked fearfully into the bowl; "but go on."
"I am going as quick as I can," she replied. Then the whisky went in, and half a tumblerfull of cura?oa also, the lemon cut in slices and the peaches that remained.
"I haven't anything more to throw in," said Fanny, casting her eye over the sardines and the ox tongue. "We ought to have grapes and things; no matter, stir it up and set it on fire, and see what it tastes like."
"But, my dear child," said the horrified75 Charles, as he stirred the seething76 mixture with the old silver ladle into whose belly77 a guinea had been beaten. "You surely don't expect me to drink this fearful stuff? I thought you were making it for fun."
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"You taste it and see, but set it on fire first."
He struck a match.
"It won't catch fire!" he cried. "Knew it wouldn't."
"Well, taste it cold; it smells delicious."
She plucked a rose from the vase and strewed78 the petals79 on the surface of the liquid to help the taste, whilst Mr Bevan ladled some into a glass.
"It's not bad, 'pon my word it's not bad; the cura?oa seems to blend all the other flavours together, but it's fearfully strong."
"Wait"—she ran to the sideboard for a bottle of soda80 water.
"Mix it half and half, and see how it tastes."
"That's better."
"Then we'll take it into the library, it's more comfortable there. You carry the bowl, and I will bring the candles."
"What are these?" asked Mr Bevan, as he removed some papers from the library table to make room for the punch bowl.
"Oh, some papers of father's."
"The Rorkes Drift Gold Mines."
"Yes," she said, glancing over his shoulder. "I remember now; those are the things I am[Pg 109] to get a silk dress out of when they go to twenty. Father is mad over them; he says nothing will stop them when they begin to move, whatever that means."
"Well, they have moved with a vengeance81, for only yesterday I heard they had gone into liquidation82."
"All the good luck seems coming together," said Fanny with a happy sigh, as Charles went to the window and looked out at the moon, rising in a cloudless sky over the forsaken83 garden and ruined tennis ground. "Not that it matters much if we get those jewels whether the old mines go up or down; still, no matter how rich one becomes, more money is always useful."
"Yes, I suppose it is," said he, looking with a troubled but sentimental84 face at the moon. "Tell me, Fanny, do you know much about the Stock Exchange?"
"Oh, heaps."
"What do you know?"
"I know that Brighton A's are called Doras—no, Berthas—no, I think it's Doras—and Mexican Railways are going to Par12, and the Kneedeep Mines are going to a hundred and fifty, and father has a thousand of them he[Pg 110] got for sixpence a share, and he gave me fifty for myself, but I'm not to sell them till they go to a hundred. Aren't stockbrokers85 nice-looking, and always so well dressed? I saw hundreds of them one day father left me for a moment in Angel Court whilst he ran in to see his broker—Oh yes! and the bears are going to catch it at the next settlement."
"Do you know what 'bears' are?"
"No," said Fanny, "but they're going to catch it whatever they are, for I heard father say so—Oh, what a moon! I am sure the fairies must be out to-night."
"You don't mean to say you believe in such rubbish as fairies?"
"Of course I believe in them; not here in Highgate, perhaps, for there are too many people, but in woods and places."
"But there are no such things, it has been proved over and over again; no one believes in them nowadays."
"Did you never see the mushrooms growing in rings? Well, how could they grow like that if they were not planted, and who'd be bothered planting umbrella mushrooms in rings but the fairies?"
"Does your father believe in them?"
[Pg 111]
"Never asked him, but of course he does; every one does—even Susannah."
She went to the table and blew out the candles.
"What are you doing now?"
"Blowing out the lights; it's so much nicer sitting in the moonlight. Fill your glass and sit down beside me."
"Extraordinary child," thought Mr Bevan, doing as he was bid, whilst she opened the window wide to "let the moon in."
Other things came too, a night moth67 and a perfume of decaying leaves, the souls of last year's sun-flowers and hollyhocks were abroad to-night; the distant paddock seemed full of cats, to judge by the sounds that came from it, and bats were flickering86 in the air. The voice of Boy-Boy, metallic87 and rhythmical88 as the sound of a trip hammer, came from a distant corner of the garden where he had treed a cat.
"Quick," said Fanny, drawing in her head and pulling her companion by the arm, "and you'll be in time to see our tortoise."
Charles regarded the quadruped without emotion.
"I don't see the necessity for such frightful haste."
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"Still, if you'd been a moment sooner the moonlight would have been on him; he was shining a moment ago like silver. Do you know what a tortoise is? it's a sign of age. You and I will be some day like that tortoise, without any teeth, wheezing89 and coughing and grubbing along; and may-be we will look back and think of this night when we were young—Oh, dear me, I wish I were dead!"
"Why, why, what's the matter now—Fanny?"
"I don't want to grow old," pouted90 Miss Lambert.
"When two people grow old together," began Mr Bevan in whose brain the punch was at work, "they do not notice the—that is to say, age really does not matter. Besides, a woman is only as old as she feels—I mean as she looks."
The fumes91 of the punch of a sudden took on themselves a form as of the pale phantom92 of Pamela Pursehouse, and the phantom cried, "Begone, flee from temptation whilst you may."
Before him the concrete form of Miss Lambert sitting in the corner of the window-seat and bathed in moonlight, said to him, "Hug me."
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Her eyes were resting upon him, then she gazed out at the garden and sighed.
Charles took her hand: it was not withdrawn93. "I must be going now," he said.
She turned from the garden and gazed at him in silence.
A few minutes later, feeling clouds beneath his feet and all sorts of new sensations around his heart, he was walking down the weed-grown avenue, Boy-Boy at his heels barking and snarling94, satisfied no doubt by some preternatural instinct that do what he might he would not be kicked.
Ere he had reached the middle of the avenue he heard a voice calling, "Cousin Charley!"
"Yes, Fanny."
"Come back soon!"
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