Being thus bright and cheerful, it was strange that Mrs. Rebson should cherish a dreadful little book, which was called The Domestic Prophet, full of dismal8 hints. Published at the beginning of each year, it prophesied9 horrors for every month, from January to December, and was as lachrymose10 as the Book of Lamentations. Not a single, cheerful event enlivened the year from this modern prophet's point of view, and although the book (consisting of twenty-four pages) was bound in green paper, the cover should certainly have been black, if only for the sake of consistency11. Over this lamentable12 production, Mrs. Rebson was bending, when Clarice entered fresh from her encounter with Ferdy.
"What is the matter, lovey?" asked the old woman, pushing up her spectacles on her lined forehead, "there's nothing to worry about. I have ordered the dinner, and seen to the Christmas provisions, and Mr. Horran's in a sweet sleep, and your good gentleman is coming this afternoon to kiss your bonny face, bless it, and bless him."
Clarice sat down with a disconsolate13 air. "It's Ferdy."
"Now, Miss," Mrs. Rebson's voice became sharper, and her manner quite like that of the nurse who put the twins to bed years before, "how often have I told you not to quarrel with your dear brother, as is bone of your bone and flesh of your flesh and the sweetest tempered baby I ever nursed?"
"Nanny!" Clarice called Mrs. Rebson by this childish name for the sake of old times, and perhaps from custom. "You are quite crazy about Ferdy, and he doesn't deserve your love."
"Indeed he does, Miss, and I wonder at your talking in that way. Oh, fie, Miss, fie," shaking a gnarled finger, "this is jealousy14."
"It's common sense, Nanny," retorted Clarice, and detailed15 what Dr. Jerce had said about Ferdy, and what Ferdy had said to her. Mrs. Rebson listened to all this, quite unmoved. "But, of course, you won't believe a word I say against your idol," ended Clarice, bitterly.
"Because everyone's against him," cried Mrs. Rebson, wrathfully. "Oh, that Jerce man--I'll Jerce him if he dares to speak against Master Ferdy, who is an angel."
"There are two kinds of angels, Nanny, white and black."
"Master Ferdy's the kind of angel that plays a harp," said the old dame16, with dignity, "and why shouldn't the poor boy amuse himself?"
"He'll get into trouble unless he's more careful. Drinking and gambling17 and sitting up all night with fast people."
"I don't believe a word of it," said Mrs. Rebson, energetically.
"Dr. Jerce says--"
"He's a liar18, Miss, and don't come to me with tales of that angel. Why can't you hold your tongue, and think of your future with Mr. Ackworth, who is so fond of you and I hope you'll deserve his fondness."
"I'm fond of Ferdy, too, Nanny, and I want him to grow up to be a good man."
"He is a good man," said the old nurse, obstinately20, "and there's no more growing of that sort needed. Mr. Horran, drat him, keeps the poor boy short of money."
"Two hundred a year--"
"What's that, when Master Ferdy will have two thousand?"
"I don't believe he does. Why, he spends all his money in buying books about health and medicine. I gave him five pounds the other day to get some."
"I can do what I like with my own, Miss Clarice. Besides, I have made Master Ferdy my heir, so why shouldn't he have the money now, if he likes, bless him."
"Nanny," said Clarice, seriously. "You are ruining Ferdy."
"Me!" Mrs. Rebson gave an indignant screech23. "Me ruin the boy I love so dearly. Jealousy again, Miss Clarice. Go and read the Commandments, Miss, and weep for your sins."
"I don't think I'll find 'Honour thy brother' among the Commandments, Nanny," said Clarice, the humorous side of the business striking her; "however, I see it's useless to think you will blame Ferdy."
Mrs. Rebson looked round the comfortable little room, and removed her spectacles. "My dear," she said, in a rather shaky voice, "if I must speak plainly to you, I am rather put out about Master Ferdy. Not that it's his fault," added the nurse, hurriedly, "but when one sees him being led away by that hussy--"
"Who is that?" asked Clarice, anxiously.
"Mrs. Dumps' daughter. Zara, she calls herself, when I know that she was christened simple Sarah. Not that she is simple, my dear, for a more cunning fox isn't to be found, with her red hair--dyed--and her cream complexion24 and red cheeks, which are nothing but pearl-powder and rouge25, drat her, and her mother also, for a fool!"
Clarice knew Mrs. Dumps, and also had frequently seen Sarah Dumps, but had never for one moment thought that Ferdy would be attracted by such a bold, chattering26 girl, who flirted27 indiscriminately with every man, good-looking or plain. "I thought Sarah had gone to London."
"So she has!" said Mrs. Rebson, fiercely, "she went over a year ago, and with her good looks--all paint and dye--and brazen28 impudence--ah, that's genuine enough--she pushed her way on to the stage."
"So Mrs. Dumps told me," said Miss Baird. "Sarah is dancing and singing at some West-end music-hall."
"She is that, and fine dancing it is, I don't doubt--the hussy. I'd rather see a child of mine in her grave than capering29 as a butterfly before gentry31."
"The Butterfly?"
"No--just Butterfly, when she ought to be called Cat. Well, then, my love, Mrs. Dumps, who is a cousin of mine (and I don't think much of her dressing33 and screeching34 like a peacock) called to see me the other day, and told me that Master Ferdy had been seeing Sarah--I can't bring myself to call her Zara--such affectation. He's been driving and talking and walking, and giving her presents, and Mrs. Dumps, who is a born fool, thinks that Master Ferdy means marriage."
Clarice started to her feet. "Oh, Nanny!"
"What's the use of saying, 'Oh, Nanny,' like that?" snapped Mrs. Rebson. "You know what an angel Master Ferdy is, and how easily a pretty face can beguile36 him--not that Sarah is pretty, the minx. It's her fault, and I'd tar35 and feather her and ride her on a rail if I had my way. Why can't she leave the boy alone? I know you are jealous of Master Ferdy, Miss Clarice, but as you have a head on your shoulders--I don't deny that, lovey--it is only right that you should know the truth. I can't tell Mr. Horran, as there would be trouble."
Clarice went to the window, and looked out into the white, cold world, with her thoughts fixed37 anywhere but on the scenery. In fact, she was wondering what was best to be done about Ferdinand, who evidently had become entangled38 with Sarah Dumps. Dr. Jerce apparently39 knew of this entanglement40, hence Ferdy's fear of him, and dread7 as to what he might have said. It was useless to talk to Ferdy, who would only go his own way, being obstinate19, as all weak people are; while Mr. Horran was too ill to be told of the business. There remained Anthony and Dr. Jerce to help her. The second of these had made things unpleasant by wanting to marry her, so it was difficult to appeal to him for aid. He might demand his price. Finally, in two minutes, Clarice made up her mind to enlist41 Captain Ackworth on her side. He was not coming this afternoon, as Mrs. Rebson had said, but the next day, so she could speak to him then. Meanwhile, it would be best to be agreeable to Ferdy and keep him at home, lest he should go back to town and to this dreadful girl. Not that Sarah Dumps really was very dreadful, for being shrewd, she was quite respectable, and able to take excellent care of herself. But, naturally, Clarice thought she was dreadful, when Ferdy was in her toils--though what Sarah Dumps could see in poor, weak Ferdy, passed Clarice's comprehension.
"Well, deary?" asked Mrs. Rebson, impatiently.
"Say nothing to Mr. Horran, or to Ferdy," said Clarice, turning from the window. "I'll see what I can do."
"Treat Master Ferdy tenderly," warned Mrs. Rebson.
"Oh, yes," replied Miss Baird, indifferently. "Things will come all right, Nanny. Ferdy, after all, is in love with Prudence42."
"Another hussy," snapped the nurse.
"A very clever one, then. She would make Ferdy a good wife, and rule him with a rod of iron."
"He doesn't want that, Miss. You can lead him with a silken thread."
"I am quite sure Sarah Dumps can," said Clarice, emphatically. "Ferdy can always be led in the way he wishes to go. No, no!" she waved her hand impatiently, "don't defend him any more, Nanny. I agree with you that Ferdy is all sugar-candy and honey. I'll try and put everything right."
"And it needs putting right," said Mrs. Rebson, in her most lively tone, "there's going to be trouble--yes, poverty--death--sorrow--disgrace--"
"Stop, stop!" cried Clarice, turning pale, "what do you mean?"
"The Domestic Prophet--"
"Oh, that creature. Pooh!" Clarice was much relieved. "I thought you were in earnest."
"The Domestic Prophet always is, deary."
"He's a fraud, Nanny. He never prophesies43 correctly."
"Yes, he does," cried Mrs. Rebson, obstinately, and adjusting her spectacles, "listen to this," and she read: "'The month of December will be dangerous to elderly men who are sick. They will probably die if the weather is severe, and in winter we may expect snow. Some elderly men will probably meet with a violent death, either by poison or the knife, or a railway accident, or by drowning, if they frequent seaside resorts. Beware the dead of night,' says the Domestic Prophet, 'to all men over fifty.'"
After reading this precious extract, Mrs. Rebson lifted her eyes, to find Clarice choking with laughter, and assumed an offended air. "You were always foolish, Miss," she said, disdainfully, "but these things will come true. Mr. Horran is doomed44; he is over fifty."
"And how do you think he will die, Nanny--not in a railway accident or by drowning, as he can't leave the house. The severe weather may kill him, certainly, but I'll see that he is well wrapped up. There remains45 the knife and the poison. Which will he die of?"
Mrs. Rebson still continued, disdainful. "It's all very well sniggering, Miss, but the Domestic Prophet is right very often." She opened the dismal book again, and read: "'When a black cat bites its tail, take it for a sign of a sudden death.' And," added Mrs. Rebson, closing the book solemnly, "I saw my black cat bite its tail only yesterday. Also Mr. Horran is elderly, and should beware the dead of night."
"Well, then," said Clarice, flippantly, "I suppose Buster," this was the black cat's name, "hints, by biting his tail, that Mr. Horran is about to meet with a violent death at midnight."
"You also, Nanny--"
"The Domestic Prophet is talking of men, deary. You scoff47, Miss, but mark my words, before the end of the month, we'll hear of something."
Miss Baird, still laughing, kissed the withered cheek. "I dare say," was her reply, "your prophet is very general in his applications. Well, I shall see Uncle Henry--"
"Don't tell him what I say."
"Oh, but I will, Nanny. It's too funny to keep to myself," and Clarice left the room laughing, while Mrs. Rebson, with a sigh for such levity48, began to read The Domestic Prophet with renewed zeal49.
Meanwhile, Miss Clarice proceeded to Mr. Horran's bedroom. This was on the other side of the house, and was similar in many respects to the drawing-room. Here also were two French windows opening on to a terrace, and the apartment was large and lofty and spacious50, and was furnished half as a bedroom and half as a sitting-room51. This was because Mr. Horran lived, for the most part of his life, beneath its roof. Formerly52, he had occupied a room on the first floor, where the other bedrooms were, but being unable, by reason of his mysterious disease, to mount the stairs, he had, within the last five years, transferred this room, which was formerly a library, into his sleeping chamber53. It was handsomely furnished, and very comfortable, and had a large open fireplace, in which, summer and winter, blazed a grand fire. The walls were of a deep orange colour, as Mr. Horran thought such a hue54 was most restful to the eye, and on them hung many fine pictures, and also several spears and swords and Zulu shields and Matabele assegais, which various friends had brought as presents. In front of one window stood a rosewood escritoire, covered with papers, but the way to the other window was left open, as it acted also as a door, whence Mr. Horran could emerge, on fine days, to take the sun on the miniature terrace. For an invalid55, everything was perfectly56 arranged, and Mr. Horran was lodged57 luxuriously58.
The old man himself was thin and wrinkled, but very straight and somewhat military in his looks, the resemblance being increased by a long, iron-grey moustache and closely clipped grey hair. He had left his bed and was sitting, clothed in a camel's hair dressing-gown, in a deep-seated leather armchair before the fire. When Clarice entered he was weeping, and she hastened towards him in alarm.
"Dear Uncle Henry," she said, putting her arms round his neck, "why did you get up? It is most imprudent. Dr. Jerce and Dr. Wentworth both say you should remain in bed. I wonder Chalks," this was Horran's valet and faithful attendant, "allowed you."
"I'm all right, my dear," said Mr. Horran, trying to recover his self-command, and patting Clarice's hand. "I'm only upset a little."
"And no wonder, after that fit."
"It is not the fit. That is all right now. I have been sleeping for about ten hours, and woke some time ago, feeling much better. Indeed, I felt so well, that I decided59 to rise, and take a stroll on the terrace, in the winter sunshine. Then I received a shock."
"What kind of a shock?"
"We won't say anything about it just now," said Horran, in a weak voice. "It would not interest you, and besides, I don't wish to talk of it. I have told no one, not even Chalks."
"Told him what?"
"Nothing, nothing," maundered on the old man, staring into the fire. "I feel ever so much better, my dear, only I can't help crying--some sort of emotion from the shock."
Clarice slipped down beside him, and held his cold hands. "Dear Uncle Henry, tell me what is the matter," she implored60, "it isn't Ferdy?"
"No, no! Ferdy is all right. He's a good boy and very kind. It is very strange, Clarry, but I am now beginning to feel drowsy61, and a few minutes ago, I was so wide-awake. Oh, dear me," he sighed, "I do wish Daniel, or Dr. Wentworth would find out what is the matter with me."
"They will find out soon, dear," said Clarice, soothingly62.
"No. Clever as Daniel is, my disease seems to baffle him. He says that I may live for years, but I don't think that is likely, Clarry, dear. However, should I die suddenly, everything is straight. You and Ferdy will get your money within a week of my death."
"Dear, don't talk of your death."
"I must. It is just as well, Clarry, that you should know how matters stand. I have arranged that you will control Ferdy's money, as I have the power to do by your father's will. I was appointed sole guardian63, and the will enables me to appoint another guardian should I die. But I shall not do that. I shall arrange, and have arranged, as my lawyer will tell you, to give you the whole four thousand pounds a year. You will be, so to speak, your own guardian, and Ferdy's also."
"You don't trust Ferdy, then, Uncle Henry?" she asked, in a low voice.
"No, dear," he patted her hand. "You are the clever one. Ferdy is unstable64. I have seen that for many years, and so I placed him with Daniel, who will keep the boy straight. Ferdy is like your poor father, charming and weak; you more resemble your dear mother, who was my first and my last love. I never married because of your mother."
"I know, dear." Clarice kissed the cold hand tenderly, as she knew of this romance. She was the sole person to whom Horran ever spoke65 of the matter. He maundered on dreamily. "I told Daniel of my will, and he was not pleased. He said that a woman should not possess such power, as she was incapable66 of exercising it."
"Oh, indeed," said Clarice, flushing angrily. "I think Dr. Jerce will find me perfectly capable. I am glad that you have made me Ferdy's guardian, Uncle Henry, as he certainly needs a guiding hand. Have you told him about the will, dear?"
"No, I only told Daniel, who was displeased67. But then he says that I may live for years. He spoke kindly68, too, though he is wrong in believing I shall recover. Daniel and I have always been friends. We only quarrelled once, and that was over your mother. But she married Baird, and left us both in the cold. But for you, dear Clarry, I should have had a lonely life, my dear."
Clarice rose and moved towards the bell. "Let me call Chalks to put you to bed again, Uncle Henry. You are quite drowsy."
"No! no!" The invalid grew testy69, sudden changes of mood being a characteristic of his unknown disease. "I'm comfortable here. And I want to see Daniel. Where is Daniel?"
"He returned to town last night, dear. I don't think he will come again until after Christmas."
"That is not for a few days," groaned70 Horran, in a piteous tone. "Oh, send for him, Clarry. I must see him about the letter."
"What letter, dear?" she asked, much puzzled. Horran raised his heavy lids with an effort. "The letter which I found on the terrace, near the window. It gave me a shock."
"Show it to me, Uncle Henry."
"No! You would not understand. Daniel might; he's so clever."
"Who wrote this letter?" coaxed71 Clarice, trying to get information. "There is no writing," he answered, drowsily72. "It is not a letter."
"You said that it was."
"Picture writing, then, like the ancient Egyptians." She thought, naturally, that his mind was wandering, when he talked in so contradictory73 a manner. After a moment or so, his head fell back on the chair, and his eyes closed. He began to breathe deeply, and apparently was falling asleep. Clarice put her ear to his lips, as she saw them move, and caught three words, which conveyed nothing: "The--Purple--Fern!"
This was unintelligible74, until she noticed an envelope at his feet, which had fallen out of his pocket. Picking this up, she took out the slip of paper it contained, and found thereon, no writing, but the representation of a tiny fern, stamped in purple ink.
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