The fact was the mind of this orderly and precise individual had received a shock; his world of thought had tilted3 somewhat, owing to a slight shifting of the poles, and regions hitherto in darkness were touched with sun.
Go where he would a voice pursued him, turn where he would, a face. Wild impulses to jump into a cab and drive to "The Laurels4," Highgate, as swiftly as cab could take him were subdued5 and conquered. Perhaps it would be happier for some of us if we used less reason in steering6 our way through life. Impulsive7 people are often sneered8 at, yet,[Pg 195] I dare say that an impulse acted upon will as often make a man's life as mar9 it.
Mr Bevan was not an impulsive man. It was not for some days after his visit to "The Laurels" that he carried out his determination to stop the action once for all. He did not return to "The Laurels." He was engaged and a man of honour, and as such he determined10 to fly from temptation. Accordingly one bright morning he despatched a wire intimating his arrival by the 3.50 at Ditchingham, having sent which he flung himself into a hansom and drove to Charing11 Cross, followed by another hansom containing Strutt, two portmanteaux, a hunting kit-bag and a bundle of fishing-rods. An extraordinary accident happened to the train he travelled by; it arrived at Paddock Wood only three minutes late, making up for this deficiency, however, by crawling into Ditchingham at 4.10.
On the Ditchingham platform stood two girls. One tall, pale, and decidedly good-looking despite the pince-nez she wore; the other short and rather stout12, and rather pretty.
The tall girl was Miss Pursehouse; the short was Lulu Morgan, Miss Pursehouse's companion, an American.
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Pamela Pursehouse at this stage of her career was verging13 on thirty, the only daughter of the late John Pursehouse of Birmingham, and an orphan14. She was exceedingly rich.
Some months ago she had met Bevan on board Sir Charles Napier's yacht; they had spent a fortnight cruising about the Balearic Islands and the Riff coast of Morocco, had been sea-sick together, and bored together, and finally had, one moonlight night, become engaged. It was a cold-blooded affair despite the moonlight, and they harboured no illusions one of the other, and no doubts.
Pamela had a mind of her own. She had attended classes at Mason's College and had quite a knowledge of Natural History; she also had an interest in the ways of the working classes, and had written a paper to prove that, with economy, a man, his wife and five children, could live on an income of eleven shillings a week, and put by sixpence for a rainy day; to disprove which she was eternally helping15 the cottagers round about with doles16 of tea on a liberal scale, coal in the winter, and wine in sickness. When the rainy day came she supplied the sixpence, which ought to have been in the savings17 bank, for she was a girl[Pg 197] who found her heart when she forgot her head.
At Marseilles Lady Napier, Pamela, Lulu, and Charles Bevan had left the yacht and travelled together to Paris; there, after a couple of days, he had departed for London to look after his affairs. Pamela had remained in Paris, where, through Lady Napier, she had the entrée of the best society, and had met many people, including the Lamberts. She had indeed only returned to England a short time ago.
Outside the station stood a governess cart and the omnibus of the hotel. Into the governess cart bundled the lovers and Lulu, into the omnibus Strutt and the luggage. Pamela took the reins18 and the hog-maned pony19 started.
"Hot, isn't it?" said Charles, tilting20 his hat over his eyes, and envying Strutt in the cool shelter of the omnibus.
"Think so?" said Pamela. "It's July, you know. Why do men dress always in summer in such heavy clothes? Seems to me women are much more sensible in the matter of dress. Now if you were dressed as I am, instead of in that Harris tweed, you wouldn't feel the heat at all."
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Charles tried to imagine himself in a chip hat and lilac cotton gown, and failed.
"You must have been fried in that train," said Lulu, staring at him with a pair of large blue eyes, eyes that never seemed to shut.
"Pretty nearly," answered Charles, and the conversation languished21.
Rookhurst stands on a hill; it is a village composed of gentlemen's houses. Country "seats" radiate from it to a distance of some three miles. Three acres and a house constitute a "seat."
The conservatism of the old Japanese aristocracy pales when considered beside the conservatism of Rookhurst. In this microcosm there are as many circles as in the Inferno22 of Dante, and the circles are nearly as painful to contemplate23.
When Pamela Pursehouse rented "The Roost" and took up residence there she came unknown and untrumpeted. The parson and several curious old ladies called upon her, but the seat-holders held aloof24, she was not received. Mrs D'Arcy-Jones—Rookhurst is full of people with double-barrelled names, those double-barrelled names in which the[Pg 199] second barrel is of inferior metal—Mrs D'Arcy-Jones discovered that Pamela's father was of Birmingham. Mrs D'Arcy-Johnson found out that he was in trade, and Mrs D'Arcy Somebody-else that her mother's maiden25 name was Jenkins. There was much turning up of noses when poor Pamela's name was mentioned, till one fine day when all the turned-up noses were suddenly turned down by the arrival at "The Roost" of the Duchess of Aviedale, her footman, her maid, her dog, and her companion. Then there was a rush. People flung decency26 to the winds in their haste to know the tradesman's daughter and incidentally get a lick at the Duchess's boots. But to all callers Pamela was not at home; she had even the rudeness not to return their visits.
The snobs27, beaten back, retired28, feeling very much like damaged goods, and Pamela was left in peace. Her aunt, Miss Jenkins, a sweet-faced and perfectly29 inane30 old lady, lived with her and kept house, and Pamela, protected by her wing, had all sorts of extraordinary people to visit her. Sandyman, M.P., the Labour representative, came down for a week-end once, and smoked shag tobacco[Pg 200] in the dining-room and wandered about the village on Sunday in a Keir-Hardy cap; he also attended the tin chapel31, had a quart of beer at the village pub, and did other disgraceful things which were all duly reported and set down to Pamela's account in the D'Arcy-Jones-Johnson notebook.
Pamela liked men, that is to say, men who were original and interesting; yet she had engaged herself to the most unoriginal man in England: a fact for which there is no accounting32, save on the hypothesis that she was a woman.
The governess cart having climbed a long, long hill, the hog-maned pony took to himself wings, and presently, in a cloud of dust, halted.
"The Roost," though a fairly large house, did not boast a carriage-drive. A gate in a high hedge led to a path through a rose-garden which was worth all the carriage-drives in existence.
"We have several people staying with us, did I tell you?" said Pamela as she led the way. "Hamilton-Cox, the man who wrote the 'Pillar of Salt,' and Wilson—Professor Wilson of Oxford33, and—but come on, and I'll introduce you."
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They entered a pleasant hall. The perfume of cigars and the sound of a man's laughter came from a half-open door on the right. Pamela made for it, and as Charles Bevan followed he heard a rich Irish voice. "My friend Stacey, of Castle Stacey, raised one four foot broad across the face; such a sunflower was never seen by mortal man, I measured it with my own hands—four foot——"
Bevan suddenly found himself before a man, an immense, good-looking, priestly-faced man, in his shirt-sleeves, a cigar in his mouth, and a billiard cue in his hand.
"Mr Charles Bevan, Mr Lambert; Mr Bevan, Professor Wilson; Mr——"
"Why, sure to goodness it's not my cousin, Charles Bevan of the 'Albany'!" cried the big man, effusively34 clasping the hand of Charles and gazing at him with the astonished and joyous35 expression of a man who meets a dear and long-lost brother.
Mr Bevan intimated that he was that person.
"But, sure to goodness," said the big man, dropping Charles' hand and scratching his head with a puzzled air, then he turned on his heel: "Where's my coat?" He found his[Pg 202] coat and took from it a pocket-book, from the pocket-book a telegram and a sheet of paper, whilst Pamela turned to Professor Wilson and the novelist.
"I got that from your lawyer, Mr Bevan," said he, "some days ago." Charles read:
"Bevan has stopped action. Isn't it sweet of him?—Hancock."
"Yes," said Charles rather stiffly, "I stopped the action, but Hancock seems to have—been drinking."
"And there's the reply I was going to send, only I forgot it," said George Lambert, handing the copy of a telegram to Charles.
"Tell Bevan I relinquish36 all fishing rights. Wish to be friends.—George Lambert."
"It is very generous of you," said Charles, really touched. "But I can't have it, we'll divide the rights."
"Come into the garden, my boy," said George, who had now resumed his coat, linking his arm in that of Charles and leading him out through the open French window, into the rose-scented garden, "and let's talk things over. It's the pity of the world we weren't always friends. Damn the fish stream and all the fish in it! I wish they'd been boiled before[Pg 203] they were spawned37. What's the good of fighting? Isn't life too short for fighting and divisions? Sure, there's a rose as big as a red cabbage, but you should see the roses at my house in Highgate—and where did you meet Miss Pursehouse?"
"Oh," said Charles. "I've known her for some time."
"We met her in Paris, Fanny—that's my daughter—and me met her in Paris. Fanny doesn't care for her much, and wouldn't come with me; but there's never a woman in the world that really cares for another woman, unless the other woman is as ugly as sin and a hundred. There's a melon house for you, but you should see my melon houses in Highgate, the one's I am going to have built by Arthur Lawrence of Cockspur Street; he's made a speciality of glass, but he charges cruel. It's the passion of my life, a garden."
He leaned over the gate leading to the kitchen-garden, and whistled an old Irish hunting song softly to himself as he contemplated38 the cabbages and peas. Charles lit a cigar. He was a fine figure of a man, this Lambert; one of those large natures in[Pg 204] a large frame that dwarf39 other individualities when brought in contact with them. Hamilton Cox would pass in a crowd, and Professor Wilson was not unimpressive, but beside George Lambert, Hamilton-Cox looked a shrimp40, and the Oxford professor somewhat shrivelled.
"It's the passion of my life," reiterated41 Fanny Lambert's father, addressing the cabbages, the marrow42 fat peas, Charles Bevan, and the distant woods of Sussex. "And if I'd stuck to it and left horses alone, a richer man I'd have been this day."
"I say," said Charles, who had been plunged43 in meditation44, "why did Hancock telegraph to you, I wonder? It wasn't exactly solicitors45' etiquette46; the proper course, I think, would have been to communicate with your lawyers, Messrs Sykes and Fagan."
George Lambert broke into a low, mellow47 laugh.
"Faith," he said, "I suppose he did communicate with them, and they answered that they weren't my lawyers any more. I've fought with them, and that's a fact; and now that we're friends, you and me, I've an idea of transferring my business to Hancock.[Pg 205] I've one or two little suits pending48; and I'm not sure but one of them won't be with Fagan for the names I called him in his own office before his own clerks. 'I'll have you indicted49 for slander50,' he says. 'Slander!' said I, 'slander, you old clothes-bag, have me up for slander, and I'll beat the dust out of your miserable51 reputation in any court in the kingdom, ye old wandering-Jew-come-to-roost,' and with that I left the office, and never will I set my foot in it again."
"I should think not."
"Never again. He's a red Jew—always beware of red Jews; black Jews are bad, but red Jews are the devil—bad luck to them! If I'd left Jews alone, a richer man I'd have been this day. Who's that ringing a bell? Oh, it's the afternoon tea-bell: let's go in and talk to the old professor and Miss Pursehouse."
They did not go in, for the Professor and Miss Pursehouse, Lulu Morgan, and the author of the "Pillar of Salt" were having tea on the lawn. There were few places pleasanter than the lawn of "The Roost," especially on this golden and peaceful summer's evening, through which the warm south wind[Pg 206] brought the cawing of rooks from distant elm trees.
"Have you two finished your business?" asked Pamela, addressing Charles; "if so, sit down and tell me all the news. I got your note. So sorry you were bored by old Mr—Blundell—was it?—at the club. Mr Blundell is a rose-bore, it seems," turning to Hamilton Cox; "he is mad on roses."
"Blundell! what an excellent name for a bore!" said the "Pillar of Salt" man dreamily, closing his eyes. "I can see him, stout and red-faced and——"
"Matter of fact, old Blundell isn't stout," cut in Charles, to whom Hamilton-Cox did not appeal. "He's thin and white."
"All white?"
"No, his face, you know."
"Ah! I had connected him with the idea of red roses. Why is it that in thinking of roses one always figures them red?"
"Sure, I don't know—I never do."
"I do."
"Well," put in Pamela, "when you escaped from Mr Blundell what did you do with yourself that day—smoked, I suppose, and went to Tattersal's?"
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"No, I was busy."
"What was the business—luncheon52?"
"Yes," said Charles Bevan, feeling that he was humorous in his reply, and feeling rather a sneak53, too. "Luncheon was part of the business."
The remembrance of the fried whiting rose before him, backed by a vision of Susannah holding in one hand a bottle of B?llinger, and in the other a bottle of Gold-water.
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