If the mysterious loss of the deeds disturbed Thomas Godolphin, it was also disturbing, in no slight degree, the faithful old clerk, Mr. Hurde. Never, since he had entered the house of Godolphin, Crosse, and Godolphin—so many years ago now, that he had almost lost count of them—had any similarly unsatisfactory incident occurred. Mr. Hurde thought and thought and thought it over: he turned it about in his mind, and looked at it in all its bearings. He came to the conclusion that it must be one of two things: either that George Godolphin had inadvertently misplaced it, or that it had been stolen out and out. George Godolphin said that he had not misplaced it: indeed, George did not acknowledge to any recollection of having visited at all Lord Averil’s box, except when he went to make the search: and Mr. Godolphin had now looked in every box that the safe contained, and could not find it. Therefore, after much vacillating between opinions, the head clerk came to the conclusion that the deeds had been taken.
“Who could have done it?” he asked himself over and over again. Some one about them, doubtless. He believed all the clerks were safe; that is, honest; except Layton. Until this happened, he would have said Layton was safe: and it was only in the utter absence of any other quarter for suspicion that he cast a doubt upon Layton. Of the clerks, he felt least sure of Layton: but that was the utmost that could be said: he would not have doubted the man, but that he was seeking for some one to lay it on. The deeds could not have gone without hands, and Mr. Hurde, in his perplexity, could only think that Layton’s hands were less unlikely hands than others’.
The previous evening he had gone home thinking of it. And there he pondered the affair over, while he digested his dry toast and his milkless tea. He was a man of spare habits: partly that his health[279] compelled him to be so; partly from a parsimonious1 nature. While seated at it, composedly enjoying the ungenerous fare near the open window, who should he see go by, but the very man on whom his thoughts were fixed2—Layton. This Layton was a young, good-looking man, an inveterate3 dandy, with curls and a moustache. That moustache, sober, clean-shaved Mr. Hurde had always looked askance upon. That Layton had been given to spend more than was wise, Prior’s Ash knew well enough; but for that fact, he would not now have been a banker’s clerk. His family were respectable—wealthy in a moderate way; but he had run through too much of their money and tired them out. For the last two or three years he had settled down to sobriety. Thomas Godolphin had admitted him to a clerkship in his house, and Layton had married, and appeared contented4 to live quietly.
Quietly for him—as compared to what he had been accustomed to; too extensively in the opinion of Mr. Hurde. Mrs. Layton had a piano, and played and sang very much, for the benefit of the passers-by; and Layton hired gigs on a Sunday and drove her out. Great food for Mr. Hurde’s censure5; and he was thinking of all this when Layton passed. Starting up to look after him, he almost upset his tea-table.
He, Layton, was walking arm in arm with a Mr. Jolly: a great sporting character. Mr. Hurde gave a groan6 of dissatisfaction. “Much good it will bring him if he gets intimate with him!”
In the darkness of the evening, when it had grown quite late and Mr. Hurde had taken his frugal7 supper, he went out, and bent8 his steps towards the residence of Layton. In his present uncertain frame of mind, touching9 Layton, it seemed expedient10 to Mr. Hurde to take a walk past his place of abode11; haply he might come upon something or other to confirm his suspicions.
And he did so. At least, it appeared to Mr. Hurde that he did so. Never a shade of doubt rested upon him that night that the thief was Layton.
On the high-road, going towards Ashlydyat, there had been a good deal of building of late years. Houses and terraces had sprung up, almost as by magic, not only along the road, but branching off on either side of it. Down one of these turnings, a row of dwellings12 of that class called in the local phraseology “genteel,” had been erected13 by a fanciful architect. He had certainly not displayed any great amount of judgment14 in building them. They contained eight rooms, had glittering white fronts and green porticos of trellis-work. White houses are very nice, and there’s nothing objectionable in green porticos; but they need not abut16 right upon the public pathway. Walking in front of the terrace, the porticos looked like so many green watch-boxes, and the bow-windows appeared to be constructed on purpose that you should see what was inside them. In the last house of this row dwelt the clerk, Layton. He and his wife had lodgings17 there: the bow-windowed sitting-room18, and the bedroom over it.
Mr. Hurde strolled past, in the deliberate manner that he might have done had he been out for only an evening airing, and obtained full view of the interior of the sitting-room. He obtained the pleasure of a very full view indeed. In fact, there appeared to be so much to look at, that his vision at first could only take it in confusedly.
[280]The Laytons were entertaining a party. Two or three ladies, and two or three gentlemen. A supper-tray was at one end of the table, and at this end next the window, were two decanters of wine, some fruit and biscuits. There was a great deal of talking and laughing, and there was plenty of light. Four wax candles Mr. Hurde counted as he stood there; two on the table, two on the mantelpiece. He, the old clerk, stood there, unseen and unsuspected, and took it all in. The display of glass looked profuse19, and he almost groaned20 aloud when he caught sight of the silver forks: silver or imitation, he did not know which, but it appeared all one to Mr. Hurde. He had never overstepped the respectable customs of his forefathers—had never advanced beyond the good old-fashioned two-pronged steel fork. They were sitting with the window open: no houses were as yet built opposite, and the road was not invaded, except by persons coming to these houses, from one hour’s end to another. Mr. Hurde could stand there, and enjoy the sight at leisure. If ever a man felt conviction rush to his heart, he did then. Wine, and wax candles, and silver forks, and supper, and visitors!—who but Layton could have taken the deeds?
He stood there a little too long. Falling into a reverie, he did not notice a movement within, and suffered himself to be all but dropped upon. He could have made an excuse, it is true; for Layton was a civil fellow, and had several times asked him to go up there; but he preferred not to make it, and not to be seen. The street door opened, and Mr. Hurde had just time to dart22 past the portico15 and take shelter round the corner. From his position he was within hearing of anything that might be said.
The sporting character with whom he had seen Layton walking early in the evening, and who made one of the guests, had come forth23 to depart. Layton had attended him to the door; and they stood inside the portico talking. In Mr. Hurde’s fluster24, he did not at first catch the sense of the words: but he soon found it related to horse-racing.
“You back Cannonbar,” said the sporting man. “You can’t be far out then. He’s a first-rate horse: will beat the whole field into next week. You were in luck to draw him.”
“I have backed him,” replied Layton.
“Back him again: he’s a little gold mine. I’d spend a fifty-pound note on him. I really would.”
Layton answered with a laugh. They shook hands and the sporting friend, who appeared to be in a hurry, set off rapidly in the direction of Prior’s Ash. Mr. Layton went in again, and shut the door.
Then Mr. Hurde came out of his corner. All his suspicions were strengthened. Strengthened? nay25; changed into certainties. Plate, glass, wax candles, wines, supper and friends, had been doubtful enough; but they were as trifles compared with this new danger; this betting on the turf. Had he seen Layton take Lord Averil’s deeds with his own eyes, he could not have been more certain of his guilt26, than he felt now.
Enjoying another quiet survey of the room, during which he had the gratification of hearing Mrs. Layton, who had now seated herself[281] at the piano, plunge27 into a song, which began something about a “bird on the wing,” the old clerk, grievously discomfited28, retraced29 his steps past the terrace, picked his way over some loose land in front of another terrace in process of erection, and turned into the high-road, leading to Prior’s Ash. He was going along lost in thought, when he nearly ran against a gentleman turning an angle of the road. It was Mr. Godolphin.
“Oh—I beg your pardon sir. I did not look where I was going.”
“Enjoying an evening’s stroll, Hurde?” said Mr. Godolphin. He had been spending an hour with Lord Averil, who, in doubt and uncertainty30 as to his deeds, had not departed from Prior’s Ash. “It is a beautiful night: so serene31 and still.”
“No, sir, I can’t say that I am enjoying it,” was Mr. Hurde’s reply. “My mind was not at ease as to Layton. I could not help associating him with the loss of the deeds, and I came out, thinking I’d look about a bit. It must have been instinct sent me, for I have had my suspicions confirmed.”
“Confirmed in what way?” asked Thomas Godolphin.
“That Layton has had the deeds. It could have been no other.”
Thomas Godolphin listened in surprise, not to say incredulity. “How have you had them confirmed?” he inquired, after a pause.
So then the clerk enlarged upon what he had seen. “It could not all come out of his salary, Mr. Godolphin. It does not stand to reason that it could.”
“As a daily extravagance, of course it could not, Hurde,” was the reply. “But it may be only a chance entertainment?”
Mr. Hurde passed over the question: possibly he felt that he could not meet it. “And the betting?—risking money upon race-horses, sir?”
“Ah! I like that less,” readily acknowledged Thomas Godolphin. “Many a clerk of far higher position than Layton has been ruined by it.”
“And sent across the herring-pond to expiate32 his folly,” returned Mr. Hurde, whom the mention of “backing” and other such incentive33 temptations was wont34 to exasperate35 in no measured degree. “I am afraid it looks pretty plain, sir.”
“I don’t know,” said Thomas Godolphin musingly36. “I cannot think Layton has become a rogue37. I see nothing inconsistent—with all due deference38 to your opinion, Hurde—I see nothing inconsistent with his position in his entertaining a few friends occasionally. But—without any reference to our loss—if he is turning, or has turned a betting-man, it must be looked after. We will have none such in the Bank.”
“No, sir; it would not do at any price,” acquiesced39 Mr. Hurde. “Are you feeling pretty well, sir, this evening?” he inquired, as Mr. Godolphin was preparing to continue his way.
“Quite well. I have not felt so well for a long time, as I have done the last few days. Good night, Hurde.”
It seemed that Mr. Hurde was fated that night to come into contact with his principals. Who should overtake him, just as he had come to the spot where the houses were numerous, but Mr. George Godolphin. George slackened his steps—he had been walking along at a striding[282] pace—and kept by his side. He began speaking of the hay and other indifferent topics: but Mr. Hurde’s mind was not attuned40 to such that night.
“I think I have solved the mystery, Mr. George,” began he.
“What mystery?” asked George.
“The stealing of Lord Averil’s bonds. I know who took them.”
George turned his head sharply and looked at him. “What nonsense are you saying now, Hurde?”
“I wish it was nonsense, sir,” was the reply of Mr. Hurde. “I am as sure that I know how it was those bonds went, and who took them, as that I am here.”
“And whom do you accuse?” asked George, after a pause, speaking somewhat sarcastically41.
“Layton.”
“Layton!” shouted George, stopping in his astonishment42. “What Layton?”
“What Layton, sir? Why, our clerk Layton. I ought to have had my doubts of him before; but I suppose I had dust in my eyes. There are he and his wife entertaining the world; their room crowded: a dozen people, very nearly, and she, Layton’s wife, sitting down to the piano with pink bows in her hair.”
“What if she is?” asked George.
“You should see the supper-table, Mr. George,” continued Hurde, too much annoyed with his own view of things to answer superfluous43 questions. “I can’t tell what they have not upon it: silver, and glass, and decanters of wine. That’s not all out of his salary. And Layton is taking to betting.”
“But what about the bonds?” impatiently questioned George.
“Why—are not these so many proofs that Layton must have stolen the bonds and made money of them, sir? Where else could he get the means from? I have imparted my suspicions to Mr. Godolphin, and I expect he will follow them up, and have it fully44 investigated.”
“Then you are a fool for your pains, Hurde!” retorted George in anger. “Layton no more took—I dare say Layton no more took those bonds than you did. You’ll get into trouble, if you don’t mind.”
“What, sir?” uttered Hurde, aghast.
“That,” curtly45 answered George, “if you ‘follow up’ any chimera46 that your brain chooses to raise, you must expect to get paid out for it. Let Layton alone. It will be time enough to look him up when suspicious circumstances arise to compromise him. The bonds are gone: but we shall not get them back again by making a stir in wrong quarters. The better plan will be to be quiet over it for a while.”
He resumed his quick pace and strode along, calling back a good night to Mr. Hurde. The latter gazed after him in undisguised astonishment.
“Make no stir! let the thing go on quietly!” he articulated to himself. “Who’d say such a thing but easy George Godolphin! Not look up Layton? It’s well for you, Mr. George, that you have men of business about you! He’d let himself be robbed under his very nose, and never look out to see who did it. However will things go on, if the worst happens to his brother?”
[283]It seemed that they were all saying the same—how would things go on, if the worst happened to Thomas Godolphin?
For once in his life of service the old clerk chose to ignore the wish—the command if you will—of Mr. George Godolphin. He did not let Layton alone. Quite the contrary. No sooner did Layton enter the Bank on the following morning, than Mr. Hurde dropped upon him. He had been watching for his entrance the last ten minutes; for Mr. Layton arrived late, the result possibly of the past night’s extensive scene of revelry. He had settled himself in his place behind the counter, when the chief clerk’s voice arrested him.
“I want you, Mr. Layton.”
Now, the fact was, Mr. Hurde, having slept upon the matter, arose perplexed47 by sundry48 doubts. The circumstances against Layton appeared by no means so conclusive49 to his mind as they had done the previous night. Therefore he deemed it good policy to speak to that suspected gentleman in a temperate50 spirit, and see whether he could fish anything out, rather than accuse him point-blank of having been the delinquent51.
“This is a nasty business,” began he, when Layton reached him, in answer to his call.
“What is?” asked Layton.
“What is?” repeated Mr. Hurde, believing that the loss must have affected52 every one connected with the establishment as it was affecting him, and doubting whether the indifferent answer was not a negative proof of guilt. “What should it be, but this loss that has been spoken of in the Bank?”
“Oh, that,” returned Layton. “I dare say they will be found.”
“It places us all in a very awkward position, from myself downwards,” went on Hurde, who was by no means a conjuror54 at the task he had undertaken. “There’s no knowing what, or whom, Mr. Godolphin’s suspicions may be turning to.”
“Rubbish!” retorted Layton. “It’s not likely that Mr. Godolphin would begin to doubt any of us. There’s no cause for doing so.”
“I don’t know that,” said Mr. Hurde significantly. “I am not so sure of some of you.”
Layton opened his eyes. He supposed Mr. Hurde must be alluding55 to some one clerk in particular; must have a reason for it; but he did not glance at himself. “Why do you say that?” he asked.
“Well—it has occurred to me that some one or two of you may be living at a rate that your salary would neither pay for nor justify56. You for one.”
“I?” returned Layton.
“Yes, you. Horses, and gigs, and wine, and company, and pianos! They can’t be managed out of a hundred a year.”
Layton was rather taken to. Not to make an unnecessary mystery over it, it may as well be mentioned that all these expenses which so troubled old Hurde, the clerk was really paying for honestly, but not out of his salary. An uncle of his wife’s was allowing them an addition to their income, and this supplied the additional luxuries. He resented the insinuation.
“Whether they are managed out of it, or whether they are not, is no[284] business of yours, Mr. Hurde,” he said, after a pause. “I shall not come to you to pay for them, or to the Bank either.”
“It is my business,” replied the old clerk, “It is Mr. Godolphin’s business, which is the same thing. Pray, how long is it since you became a betting man?”
“I am not a betting man,” said Layton.
“Oh, indeed! You have not bet upon Cannonbar, I suppose? You never put into a sweepstakes in your life?—you are not in one now, are you?”
Layton could only open his mouth in astonishment. He thought nothing less than that the spirits—then in the height of fashion—must have been at work. He was really no betting man; had never been inclined that way: but latterly, to oblige some friend who bothered him over it, he had gone into a sweepstakes, and drawn57 the renowned58 horse, Cannonbar. And had followed it up by betting a pound upon him.
“You see, Mr. Layton, your pursuits are not quite so inexpensively simple as you would wish to make them appear. These things happen to have come to my knowledge, and I have thought it my duty to mention them to Mr. Godolphin.”
Layton flew into a passion. Partly in soreness of feeling at finding he had been so closely looked after; partly in anger that dishonesty could be associated with him; and chiefly at hearing that he had been obnoxiously59 reported, to Mr. Godolphin. “Have you told him,” he foamed60, “that you suspect me of robbing the strong-room?”
“Some one has robbed it,” was Mr. Hurde’s rejoinder. “And has no doubt made money of the deeds he stole!”
“I ask if you have told Mr. Godolphin that you cast this suspicion to me?” reiterated61 Layton, stamping his foot.
“What if I have? Appearances, in my opinion, would warrant my casting it to you.”
“Then you had better cast it to Mr. George Godolphin. There!”
But that they were completely absorbed in the dispute, their voices raised—at least, Layton’s—they might have seen Mr. Godolphin close to them. In passing through the Bank from his carriage to his private room—for, in the untoward62 state of affairs, touching the loss, he had come betimes—he was attracted by the angry sounds, and turned towards them.
“Is anything the matter?”
They looked round, saw Mr. Godolphin, and their voices and tempers dropped to a calm. Neither appeared inclined to answer the question, and Mr. Godolphin passed on. Another minute or two, and a message came from him, commanding the presence of the chief clerk.
“Hurde,” he began, “have you been speaking to Layton of what you mentioned to me last night?”
“Yes, sir, that’s what it was. It put him into a passion.”
“He repudiates63 the suspicion, I suppose?”
“Out-and-out, sir,” was the answer of Mr. Hurde. “He says his wife has an income, independent of himself; and that he put into a sweepstakes lately to oblige a friend, and staked a sovereign on the horse he[285] drew. He says it is all he ever staked in his life, and all he ever means to stake. He was saying this now, when you sent for me. I don’t know what to think. He speaks honestly enough, to listen to him.”
“What remark did I hear him making, relative to Mr. George Godolphin?”
“He ought to be punished for that,” replied Mr. Hurde. “Better suspect Mr. George than suspect him, was what he said. I don’t know what he meant, and I don’t think he knew himself, sir.”
“Why did he say it?”
“When men are beside themselves with passion, sir, they say anything that comes uppermost. I asked him, after you went, what he meant by it, but he would not say any more.”
“I think you must be mistaken in suspecting Layton, Hurde. I thought so last night.”
“Well, sir, I may be,” acknowledged Hurde. “I don’t feel so sure of it as I did. But then comes the old puzzle again as to who could have taken the deeds. Layton would not have been so fierce but that he found the doubt had been mentioned to you,” added Mr. Hurde, returning to the subject of the clerk’s anger.
“Did you tell him you had mentioned it?”
Mr. Godolphin dropped the subject, and entered upon some general business. The old clerk remained with him about ten minutes, and then was at liberty to withdraw.
Thomas Godolphin received him kindly66, his manner and words had all the repose67 of quiet confidence. He believed Mr. Hurde to be completely mistaken, to have erred21 through zeal68, and he intimated as much to Mr. Layton. He might not have personally entered on the topic with him, but that Layton had heard that he had been accused to him.
Layton’s heart opened to his master. He was a well-disposed man when not exasperated69. He frankly70 volunteered to Mr. Godolphin the amount of his wife’s income and its source; he stated that he was not living up to one penny more than he could afford; and he distinctly denied being a betting man, either by practice or inclination—except for the one bet of a pound, which he had made incidentally. Altogether, his explanation was perfectly71 satisfactory to Mr. Godolphin.
“Understand me, Mr. Layton, I did not, myself, cast the slightest doubt upon you. To do so, never occurred to me.”
“I hope not, sir,” was Layton’s reply. “Mr. Hurde has his crotchets, and we, who are under him, must put up with them. His bark is worse than his bite: that much may be said for him.”
“Yes,” said Thomas Godolphin. “You might fare worse, in that respect, than you do under Mr. Hurde. What was the meaning of the words you spoke53 relative to Mr. George Godolphin?”
Layton felt that his face was on fire. He muttered, in his confusion, something to the effect that it was a “slip of the tongue.”
“But you must be aware that such slips are quite unjustifiable.[286] Something must have induced you to say it. What may it have been?”
“The truth is, I was in a passion when I said it,” replied Layton, compelled to speak. “I am very sorry.”
“You are evading72 my question,” quietly replied Thomas Godolphin. “I ask you what could have induced you to say it? There must have been something to lead to the remark.”
“I did not mean anything, I declare, sir, Mr. Hurde vexed73 me by casting suspicion upon me; and in the moment’s anger, I retorted that he might as well cast it upon Mr. George Godolphin.”
Thomas Godolphin pressed the question. In Layton’s voice when he had uttered it, distorted though it was with passion, his ears had detected a strange meaning. “But why upon Mr. George Godolphin? Why more upon him than any other?—upon myself, for instance; or Mr. Hurde?”
Layton was silent. Thomas Godolphin waited, his serene countenance74 fixed upon, the clerk’s.
“I suppose I must have had in my head a remark I heard yesterday, sir,” he slowly rejoined. “Heaven knows, though, I gave no heed75 to it; and how I came to forget myself in my anger, I don’t know. I am sure I thought nothing of it, afterwards, until Mr. Hurde spoke to me this morning.”
“What was the remark?” asked Mr. Godolphin.
“Sir, it was that sporting man, Jolly, who said it. He fastened himself on me last evening in going from here, and I could not get rid of him until ten at night. We were talking about different things: the great discount houses in London and one thing or another; and he said, incidentally, that Mr. George Godolphin had a good deal of paper in the market.”
Thomas Godolphin paused. “Did he assert that he knew this?”
“He pretended to assert many things, as of his own knowledge. I asked him how he knew it, and he replied a friend of his had seen it—meaning the paper. It was all he said; and how I came to repeat such a thing after him, I cannot tell. I hope you will excuse it, sir.”
“I cannot help excusing it,” replied Mr. Godolphin. “You said the thing, and you cannot unsay it. It was very wrong. Take care that you do not give utterance76 to it again.”
Layton withdrew, inwardly vowing77 that he never would. In point of fact, he had not attached much weight to the information; and could now have bitten his tongue out for repeating it. He wondered whether they could prosecute78 him for slander79: or whether, if it came to the ears of Mr. George, he would. Mr. Godolphin had met it with the considerate generosity80 ever characteristic of him; but Mr. George was different from his brother. If ever a man in this world lived up to the Divine command, “Do as ye would be done by,” that man was Thomas Godolphin.
But the words, nevertheless, grated on Thomas Godolphin’s ears. That George was needlessly lavish81 in expenditure82, he knew: but not more so than his income allowed, if he chose to spend it all—unless he had secret sources of expense. A change came over Thomas Godolphin’s face as the idea suggested itself to his mind. Once in the train[287] of thought he could not stop it. Had George private channels for expenditure, of which the world knew nothing? Could he have been using the Bank’s money?—could it be he who had taken Lord Averil’s deeds? Like unto Isaac Hastings, the red flush of shame dyed Thomas’s brow at the thought—shame for his own obtrusive83 imagination that could conjure84 up such a fancy against his brother. Thomas had never conjured85 it up, but for the suggestion gratuitously86 imparted to him by Layton.
But he could not drive it down. No; like the vision which had been gratuitously presented to the Reverend Mr. Hastings, and which he had been unable to dismiss, Thomas Godolphin could not drive it away. In a sort of panic—a panic caused by his own thoughts—he called for certain of the books to be brought to him.
Some of those wanted were in George Godolphin’s room. It was Isaac Hastings who was sent in there for them.
“The books!” exclaimed George, looking at Isaac.
“Mr. Godolphin wants them, sir.”
It was quite out of the usual order for these books to come under the inspection87 (unless at stated times) of Mr. Godolphin. The very asking for them implied a doubt on George—at least, it sounded so to that gentleman’s all-conscious ears. He pointed88 out the books to Isaac in silence, with the end of his pen.
Isaac Hastings, carried them to Mr. Godolphin, and left them with him. Mr. Godolphin turned them rapidly over and over: they appeared, so far as he could see at a cursory89 glance, to be all right; the balance on the credit side weighty, the available funds next door to inexhaustible, the Bank altogether flourishing. Thomas took greater shame to himself for having doubted his brother. While thus engaged, an observation suddenly struck him—that all the entries were in George’s handwriting. A few minutes later, George came into the room.
“George,” he exclaimed, “how industrious90 you have become!”
“Industrious!” repeated George, looking round for an explanation.
George laughed. “I used to be incorrigibly92 idle. It was well to turn over a new leaf.”
He—George—was going out of the room again, but his brother stopped him. “Stay here, George. I want you.”
Mr. Godolphin pointed to a chair as he spoke, and George sat down. George, who seemed rather inclined to have the fidgets, took out his penknife and began cutting at an offending nail.
“Are you in any embarrassment93, George?”
“In embarrassment? I! Oh dear, no.”
Thomas paused. Dropping his voice, he resumed in a lower tone, only just removed from a whisper:
“Have you paper flying about the discount markets?”
George Godolphin’s fair face grew scarlet94. Was it with conscious emotion?—or with virtuous95 indignation? Thomas assumed it to be the latter. How could he give it an opposite meaning from the indignant words which accompanied it. A burst of indignation which Thomas stopped.
[288]“Stay, George. There is no necessity to put yourself out. I never supposed it to be anything but false when a rumour96 of it reached my ear. Only tell me the truth quietly.”
Possibly George would have been glad to tell the truth, and get so much of the burden off his mind. But he did not dare. He might have shrunk from the terrible confession97 at any time to his kind, his good, his upright brother: but things had become too bad to be told to him now. If the exposé did come, why, it must, and there would be no help for it: tell him voluntarily he could not. By some giant strokes of luck and policy, it might yet be averted98: how necessary, then, to keep it from Thomas Godolphin!
“The truth is,” said George, “that I don’t know what you mean. To what rumour are you alluding?”
“It has been said that you have a good deal of paper in the market. The report was spoken, and it reached my ears.”
“It’s not true. It’s all an invention,” cried George vehemently99. “Should I be such a fool? There are some people who live, it’s my belief, by trying to work ill to others. Mr. Hastings was with me this morning. He had heard a rumour that something was wrong with the Bank.”
“With the Bank! In what way?”
“Oh, of course, people must have gathered a version of the loss here, and put their own charitable constructions upon it,” replied George, returning to his usual careless mode of speech. “The only thing to do is, to laugh at them.”
“As you can laugh at the rumour regarding yourself and the bills?” remarked Thomas.
“As I can and do,” answered easy George. Never more easy, more apparently100 free from care than at that moment. Thomas Godolphin, truthful101 himself, open as the day, not glancing to the possibility that George could be deliberately102 otherwise, felt all his confidence return to him. George went out, and Thomas turned to the books again.
Yes. They were all in order, all right. With those flourishing statements before him, how could he have been so foolish as to cast suspicion on George? Thomas had a pen in one hand, and the fore-finger of the other pointed to the page, when his face went white as one in mortal agony, and drops of moisture broke out upon his brow.
The same pain, which had taken him occasionally before, had come to him again. Mortal agony in verity103 it seemed. He dropped the pen; he lay back in his chair; he thought he must have fallen to the ground. How long he so lay he could not quite tell: not very long probably, counted by minutes; but counted by pain long enough for a lifetime. Isaac Hastings, coming in with a message, found him. Isaac stood aghast.
“I am not very well, Isaac. Give me your arm. I will go and sit for a little time in the dining-room.”
“Shall I run over for Mr. Snow, sir?”
“No. I shall be better soon. In fact, I am better, or I could not talk to you. It was a sudden paroxysm.”
He leaned upon Isaac Hastings, and reached the dining-room. It[289] was empty. Isaac left him there, and proceeded, unordered, to acquaint Mr. George Godolphin. He could not find him.
“Mr. George has gone out,” said a clerk. “Not two minutes ago.”
“I had better tell Maria, then,” thought Isaac. “He does not look fit to be left alone.”
Speeding up to Maria’s sitting-room, he found her there, talking to Margery. Miss Meta, in a cool brown-holland dress and a large straw hat, was dancing about in glee. She danced up to him.
“I am going to the hayfield,” said she. “Will you come?”
“Don’t I wish I could!” he replied, catching104 her up in his arms. “It is fine to be Miss Meta Godolphin! to have nothing to do all day but roll in the hay.”
She struggled to get down. Margery was waiting to depart. A terrible thing if Margery should have all the rolling to herself and Meta be left behind! They went out, and he turned to his sister.
“Maria, Mr. Godolphin is in the dining-room, ill. I thought I would come and tell you. He looks too ill to be left alone.”
“What is the matter with him?” she asked.
“A sudden pain,” he said. “I happened to go into his room with a message, and saw him. I almost thought he was dead at first; he looked so ghastly.”
Maria hastened down. Thomas, better then, but looking fearfully ill still, was leaning upon the arm of a couch. Maria went up and took his hand.
“Oh, Thomas, you look very ill! What is it?”
He gazed into her face with a serene countenance, a quiet smile. “It is only another of my warnings, Maria. I have been so much better that I am not sure but I thought they had gone for good.”
Maria drew forward a chair and sat down by him. “Warnings?” she repeated.
Maria was not quite unaware106 of it, but she had never understood that a fatal termination was inevitable107. She did not know but that he might live to be an old man. “Can nothing be done for you?” she breathed.
“Nothing.”
Her eyes glistened108 with the rising tears. “Oh, Thomas! you must not die! We could none of us bear to lose you. George could not do without you; Janet could not; I think I could not.”
He gently shook his head. “We may not pick and choose, Maria—who shall be left here, and who be taken. Those go sometimes who, seemingly, can be least spared.”
She could scarcely speak; afraid lest her sobs109 should come, for her heart was aching. “But surely it is not to be speedy?” she murmured. “You may live on a long while yet?”
“The doctors tell me I may live on for years, if I keep myself quiet. I think they are wrong.”
“Oh, Thomas, then, you surely will!” she eagerly said, her cheek flushing with emotion. “Who can have tranquillity110 if you cannot?”
[290]How ignorant they both were of the dark cloud looming111 overhead, ready even then to burst and send forth its torrent112! Tranquillity! Tranquillity henceforth for Thomas Godolphin!
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judgment
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deference
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conclusive
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temperate
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spoke
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alluding
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renowned
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obnoxiously
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untoward
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conceal
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obedience
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