In the old study at All Souls’ Rectory—if you have not forgotten that modest room—in the midst of almost as much untidiness as used to characterize it when the little Hastingses were in their untidy ages, sat some of them in the summer’s evening. Rose’s drawings and fancy-work lay about; Mrs. Hastings’s more substantial sewing lay about; and a good deal of litter besides out of Reginald’s pocket; not to speak of books belonging to the boys, fishing-tackle, and sundries.
Nothing was being touched, nothing used; it all lay neglected, as Maria Godolphin’s work had done, earlier in the afternoon. Mrs. Hastings sat in a listless attitude, her elbow on the old cloth cover of the table, her face turned to her children. Rose sat at the window; Isaac and Reginald were standing1 by the mantel-piece; and Grace, her bonnet2 thrown off on to the floor, her shawl unpinned and partially3 falling from her shoulders, half sat, half knelt at her mother’s side, her face upturned to her, asking for particulars of the calamity4. Grace had come running in only a few minutes ago, eager, anxious, and impulsive5.
[311]“Only think the state I have been in!” she cried. “But one servant in the house, and unable to leave baby to get down here! I——”
“What brings you with only one servant?” interrupted Rose.
“Ann’s mother is ill, and I have let her go home until Monday morning. I wish you would not interrupt me with frivolous6 questions, Rose!” added Grace in her old, quick, sharp manner. “Any other day but Saturday, I would have left baby to Martha, and she might have put off her work, but on Saturdays there’s always so much to do. I had half a mind to come and bring the baby myself. What should I care, if Prior’s Ash did see me carrying him? But, mamma, you don’t tell me—how has this dreadful thing been brought about?”
“I tell you, Grace!” returned Mrs. Hastings. “I should be glad to know, myself.”
“There’s a report going about—Tom picked it up somewhere and brought it home to me—that Mr. George Godolphin had been playing pranks7 with the Bank’s money,” continued Grace.
“Grace, my dear, were I you I would not repeat such a report,” gravely observed Mrs. Hastings.
Grace shrugged8 her shoulders. George Godolphin had never been a favourite of hers, and never would be. “It may turn out to be true,” said she.
“Then, my dear, it will be time enough for us to talk of it when it does. You are fortunate, Grace; you had no money there.”
“I’m sure we had,” answered Grace, more bluntly than politely. “We had thirty pounds there. And thirty pounds would be as much of a loss to us as thirty hundred to some.”
Grace for a wonder, did not detect the irony10: though she knew that Reginald had never liked Mr. Akeman: he had always told Grace she lowered herself by marrying an unknown architect.
“Seven hundred pounds were lodged11 in the Bank to his account when that chapel-of-ease was begun,” she said, in answer to Reginald’s remark. “He has drawn12 it all out, for wages and other things, except thirty pounds. And of course, that, if it is lost, will be our loss. Had the Bank stood until next week, there would have been another large sum paid in. Will it go on again, Isaac?”
“You may as well ask questions of a stranger, as ask them of me, Grace,” was her brother Isaac’s answer. “I cannot tell you anything certain.”
“You won’t, you mean,” retorted Grace. “I suppose you clerks may not tell tales out of school. What sum has the Bank gone for, Isaac? That, surely, may be told.”
“Not for any sum,” was Isaac’s answer. “The Bank has not ‘gone’ yet, in that sense. There was a run upon the Bank this morning, and the calls were so great that we had not enough money in the place to satisfy them, and were obliged to cease paying. It is said that the Bank will open again on Monday, when assistance shall have come; that business will be resumed, as usual. Mr. Godolphin himself said so: and he is not one to say a thing unless it has foundation. I know nothing more than that, Grace, whatever you may choose to infer.”
[312]“Do you mean to tell me that there are no suspicions in the Bank that something, more than the public yet knows, is amiss with George Godolphin?” persisted Grace.
Isaac answered lightly and evasively. He was aware that such suspicions were afloat with the clerks. Chiefly led to by that application from the stranger, and his rude and significant charges, made so publicly. Isaac had not been present at that application. It was somewhat curious, perhaps—for a freemasonry runs amidst the clerks of an establishment, and they talk freely one with another—that he never heard of it until after the stoppage of the firm. If he had heard of it, he would certainly have told his father. But whatever suspicions he and his fellow-clerks might be entertaining against George Godolphin, he was not going to speak of them to Grace Akeman.
Grace turned to her mother. “Papa has a thousand pounds or two there, has he not?”
“Why? What more has he there?” asked Grace, startled by the words and the tone. Rose, startled also, turned round to await the answer.
Mrs. Hastings seemed to hesitate. But only for a moment. “I do not know why I should not tell you,” she said, looking at her daughters. “Isaac and Reginald both know it. He had just lodged there the trust-money belonging to the Chisholms: nine thousand and forty-five pounds.”
A silence fell upon the room. Grace and her sister were too dismayed to speak immediately. Reginald, who had now seated himself astride on a chair, his face and arms over the back of it, set up a soft lugubrious14 whistle, the tune15 of some old sea-song, feeling possibly the silence to be uncomfortable. To disclose a little secret, Mr. Reginald was not in the highest of spirits, having been subjected to some hard scolding that day on the part of his father, and some tears on the part of his mother, touching16 the non-existence of any personal effects. He had arrived at home, for the fourth time since his first departure for sea, baggageless, his luggage consisting exclusively of what he stood up in. Of everything else belonging to him, he was able to give no account whatever. It is rather a common complaint amongst young sailors. And then he was always changing his ships.
“Is papa responsible for it?” The half-frightened question came from Rose.
“Certainly he is,” replied Mrs. Hastings. “If the Bank should not go on, why—we are ruined. As well as those poor children, the Chisholms.”
“Oh, mamma! why did he not draw it out this morning?” cried Grace in a tone of pain. “Tom told me that many people were paid in full.”
“Had he known the state the Bank was in, that there was anything the matter with it, no doubt he would have drawn it out,” returned Mrs. Hastings.
“Did Maria know it was paid in?”
“Yes.”
Grace’s eyes flashed fire. Somehow, she was never inclined to be[313] too considerate to Maria. She never had been from their earliest years. “A dutiful daughter! Not to give her father warning!”
“Maria may not have been able to do it,” observed Mrs. Hastings. “Perhaps she did not know that anything was wrong.”
“Nonsense, mamma!” was Grace’s answer. “We have heard—when a thing like this happens, you know people begin to talk freely, to compare notes, as it were—we have heard that George Godolphin and Maria are owing money all over the town. Maria has not paid her housekeeping bills for ever so long. Of course she must have known what was coming!”
Mrs. Hastings did not dispute the point with Grace. The main fact troubled her too greatly for minor17 considerations to be very prominent with her yet. She had never found Maria other than a considerate and dutiful daughter: and she must be convinced that she had not been so in this instance, before she could believe it.
“She was afraid of compromising George Godolphin,” continued Grace in a bitter tone. “He has ever been first and foremost with her.”
“She might have given a warning without compromising him,” returned Mrs. Hastings; but, in making the remark, she did not intend to cast any reflection on Maria. “When your papa went to pay the money in, it was after banking hours. Maria was alone, and he told her what he had brought. Had she been aware of anything wrong, she might have given a hint to him, then and there. It need never have been known to George Godolphin—even that your papa had any intention of paying money in.”
“And this was recently?”
“Only a week or two ago.”
Grace pushed her shawl more off her shoulders, and beat her knee up and down as she sat on the low stool. Suddenly she turned to Isaac.
“Had you no suspicion that anything was wrong?”
“Yes, a slight one,” he incautiously answered. “A doubt, though, more than a suspicion.”
Grace took up the admission warmly. “And you could hug the doubt slyly to yourself and never warn your father!” she indignantly uttered. “A fine son you are, Isaac Hastings!”
Isaac was of equable temperament18. He did not retort on Grace that he had warned him, but that Mr. Hastings had not acted upon the hint; at least not effectually. “When my father blames me, it will be time enough for you to blame me, Grace,” was all he said in answer. “And—in my opinion—it might be just as well if you waited to hear whether Maria deserves blame, before you cast so much on her.”
“Pshaw!” returned Grace. “The thing speaks for itself.”
Had Grace witnessed the bitter sorrow, the prostration19, the uncertainty20 in which her sister was sunk at that moment, she might have been more charitable in her judgment21. Practical and straightforward22 herself, it would have been as impossible for Grace to remain ignorant of her husband’s affairs, pecuniary23 or else, as it was for her to believe that Maria Godolphin had remained so. And, if fully24 convinced that such had indeed been the fact, Grace would have deemed her state of[314] contented25 ignorance to be little less than a crime. She and Maria were as essentially26 different as two people can well be. Pity but she could have seen Maria then!
Maria was in her dining-room. She had made a pretence27 of going down to dinner, not to excite the observation and remarks of the servants: in her excessive sensitiveness she could not bear that they should even see she was in grief. Grace, in her place, might have spoken openly and angrily before the household of the state of affairs. Not so Maria: she buried it all within her.
She could not eat. Toying with this plate and that plate, she knew not how to swallow a morsel28 or to make pretence of doing so, before the servants, standing by. But it came to an end, that dinner, and Maria was left alone.
She sat on, musing29; her brain racked with busy thoughts. To one of the strangely refined organization of Maria Hastings, a blow, such as the one fallen, appeared more terrible even than it was. Of the consequences she as yet knew little, could foresee less; therefore they were not much glanced at by her: but of the disgrace Maria took an exaggerated view. Whether the Bank went on again or not, they seemed to have fallen from their high pedestal; and Maria shrank with a visible shudder30 at the bare thought of meeting her friends and acquaintances; at the idea of going out to show herself in the town.
Many would not have minded it; some would not have looked upon it in the light of a disgrace at all: minds and feelings, I say, are differently constituted. Take Mrs. Charlotte Pain, for example. Had she enjoyed the honour of being George Godolphin’s wife, she would not have shed a tear, or eaten a meal the less, or abstained31 by so much as a single day from gladdening the eyes of Prior’s Ash. Walking, riding, or driving, Charlotte would have shown herself as usual.
Pierce came in. And Maria lifted her head with a start, and made a pretence of looking up quite carelessly, lest the man should see how full of trouble she was.
“Here’s that Mrs. Bond at the door, ma’am,” he said. “I can’t get rid of her. She declares that you gave her leave to call, and said that you would see her.”
Maria seemed to grow hot and cold. That the woman had come for her ten-pound note, she felt convinced, induced to it, perhaps, by the misfortune of the day, and—she had it not to give her. Maria would have given a great deal for a ten-pound bank-note then.
“I will see her, Pierce,” she said. “Let her come in.”
Mrs. Bond, civil and sober to-night, came in, curtseying. Maria—ah, that sensitive heart!—felt quite meek32 and humbled33 before her; very different from what she would have felt had she had the money to refund34. Mrs. Bond asked for it civilly.
“I am sorry that I cannot give it to you to-night,” answered Maria. “I will send it to you in a day or two.”
“You promised, ma’am, that I should have it whenever I axed,” said she.
“I know I did,” replied Maria. “If I had it in the house I would give it you now. You shall have it next week.”
“Can I have it on Monday?” asked Mrs. Bond.
[315]“Yes,” answered Maria. “Shall I send it to you?”
“I’d not give you the trouble,” said Mrs. Bond. “I’ll make bold to step up again and get it, ma’am, on Monday.”
“Very well,” replied Maria. “If Miss Meta was here, she would ask after the parrot.”
“It’s beautiful,” exclaimed Dame35 Bond. “It’s tail’s like a lovely green plume36 o’ feathers. But I ain’t got used to its screeching37 yet. Then I’ll be here on Monday, ma’am, if you please.”
Maria rang the bell, and Pierce escorted her to the door. To return again on Monday.
Maria Godolphin never deemed that she was not safe in making the promise. Thomas Godolphin would be home then, and she could get the note from him.
And she sat on alone, as before; her mind more troubled, her weary head upon her hand.
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