The lights in the great silver candlesticks at the dower house shed a soft radiance over the dinner-table where Lady Dashwood sat alone. It was not yet dark, the saffron glow of the setting sun still struggled with the candles. Most of the dishes had been removed, and little remained but the peaches and the nectarines and the great bloom tinted1 grapes in the silver baskets.
Lady Dashwood sat there alone. She had peeled one of the russet and golden peaches, but the fragrant2 luscious3 fruit lay neglected on her plate. Her mind was far away from her surroundings.
The peacefulness of the night suited her more or less painful meditations4. The same spirit of refinement5 and rest seemed to brood over the house; it seemed hard to associate a place like that with misery6. And, perhaps, on the whole, Lady Dashwood was not altogether unhappy.
She had more or less expected Ralph Darnley to dinner, but he had declined at the last moment. He had written to say that he might have the pleasure of coming later, but even as to that he was not quite certain.
And so it came about that Lady Dashwood was alone. She had plenty of food for thought. There was yesterday's adventure, for instance, the finding of Mary in that unexpected way, and the visit to Grace Cameron's rooms.
Well, Lady Dashwood was not sorry that she had been, she was not sorry either that Mary had made up her mind to try her future in London. In some subtle way Mary had vastly improved. She had always shown a proper affection for Lady Dashwood, she loved her passionately7, but she had always been somewhat reserved. She had not thought it right for a Dashwood to be demonstrative like other people. And she had cared very little for the sufferings of other people.
And now all this was changed. Mary had made the great discovery that she was only human after all, and had begun to take an interest in sorrow, suffering and gladness, and pleasure. Lady Dashwood was glad of that. Her own life had been one of constant self-repression. Perhaps that was all the more reason why she longed for an open display of affection now.
She was pleased to find that Mary was learning her lesson and that Ralph Darnley had been right. Ralph had prophesied8 from the first that all Mary needed was the fire of adversity to burn the alloy9 out of her system, and leave nothing but the pure gold behind. And his policy had been wonderfully successful.
But how much longer was this to continue? was the question that Lady Dashwood asked herself.
How long before Ralph would declare himself, and sweep away the blight10 that hung over Dashwood Hall at the present moment. Already people were beginning to talk, already the servants had strange tales to tell. Dubious11 men were staying at the Hall, a class of beings quite unknown to that historic house.
Sir Vincent Dashwood was entertaining a party at dinner tonight; he had brought his friends down from London with him earlier in the day. As yet nobody had called upon the new owner of Dashwood Hall, for people were holding aloof12. They wondered, too, why the deposed13 head of the house had cared to stay on there. What Mary was actually doing in London was not known to anybody outside the home circle, but her action was approved of. Lady Dashwood hoped that the present state of things was not likely to last; she was going to ask Ralph to see Mary and judge for himself whether the punishment had not already gone far enough. Mary had had her eyes opened and would never be her cold, proud self again.
The peach was finished slowly, and Lady Dashwood was thinking of rising from the table. This solitary14 dining in state was a terrible trial to her. She had reached the time of life when she craved15 for young people to be about her. The house was very quiet, so quiet that the loud clang of the front door bell fairly startled Lady Dashwood. She placed her hand to her heart in some alarm.
Surely something dreadful had happened! No friend of the family would ever ring the bell like that. It was, perhaps, a late telegram to say that Mary--but the noisy voices in the hall did not suggest any catastrophe16. Two or three people were talking at once; Lady Dashwood was sure she could smell tobacco smoke. Somebody laughed in a loud, vulgar way. What could it all mean?
The staid butler came into the dining-room, his manner respectful as always, but there was a flush on his face.
"My good Charles," Lady Dashwood exclaimed, "what is the matter?"
"Your ladyship may well ask that question," the aggrieved17 butler replied, "but I beg your ladyship's pardon, I am forgetting myself. We were sitting down to supper in the housekeeper's room when that ring startled us. I went to the door. Sir Vincent Dashwood was there, and those other men,--I mean gentlemen, together with Sir George,--I mean Mr. Dashwood. And they want to see your ladyship."
"At this time of night! Are they mad, Charles? Is it possible that gentlemen who are perfect strangers to me--are smoking in my hall? Are they--are they--sober?"
"I think so, your ladyship," Charles said dubiously18. "Mr. Dashwood is all right. As to the rest, I really cannot say. But they are bent19 upon seeing you, at least Sir Vincent is. He--he seems to think that you would find it nice and informal."
"Informal, certainly," Lady Dashwood said frostily. "Ask them into the library."
The speaker was outwardly calm. But she was shaking with a righteous indignation; a brilliant red spot flamed on either cheek. It was a very haughty20, stately figure that entered the library, a few moments later.
"This is an unexpected pleasure," she said. "You will pardon my old-fashioned ways, but I am not accustomed to entertain strangers at this hour."
"That's all right;" the head of the house laughed unsteadily. His eyes were slightly glazed21 and he had some difficulty in balancing himself. "It's all right, grandmother. Mr. Dashwood did not want to come; he said it wasn't quite the thing."
"I'm glad of that," Lady Dashwood said haughtily22. Her cold eyes swept over the figure of George Dashwood, who stood by the doorway23 a picture of confusion. "Mr. Dashwood was right, and as to these friends of yours----"
"They're all right," the head of the house went on. "Mr. Cotton and Mr. Newfell, my grandmother. Cotton is something in the City, made a pile of money there. When he isn't making money he spends his spare time in going over old houses. I told him about this one, and he is anxious to see it. It is just the kind of place he wants to buy, and if he offers me a fancy price for it, you will have to find somewhere else to go, old lady."
Lady Dashwood stood there trembling. She had no words to meet this unpardonable insult. And the speaker was quite within his right. He was in a position to sell the dower house if he chose. The head of the family had that privilege, seeing that the little property formed no part of the settled estate.
"I am afraid Lady Dashwood objects," the man called Cotton said.
"Indeed I should, sir," Lady Dashwood replied. "I am afraid I can't blame you so much as my--my grandson for this unpardonable intrusion."
"Insult be hanged," he cried, "what are you talking about? We only looked in just to give my friend Cotton some idea of the place. I'm not anxious to sell. It's a thirsty night, you fellows. Ring the bell, somebody, and ask the butler for a whisky and soda25."
"Better not," Cotton said, "it isn't quite the thing. Besides, you have had enough already. I can see that we ought not to have come here at all."
Lady Dashwood felt almost grateful to the speaker. There was silence for a moment, and then from the hall came the sound of Ralph Darnley's voice. Here was somebody at any rate who could grapple with the situation. Forgetful of her real dignity, Lady Dashwood turned away and crossed over to the hall. She was shaking from head to foot now and the tears had gathered in her eyes.
"You poor dear soul," Ralph whispered, as he kissed the trembling lips. "Charles has been telling me all about it. He was so full of the matter that he almost forgot himself. So you are already enjoying the fruits of the change of proprietorship26. Go back to the drawing-room and compose yourself. I will soon get rid of those men for you."
Ralph strode into the library. His fingers were itching27 to be at the throats of the men. But that could not be. He was so angry that his politeness was exaggerated.
"Lady Dashwood is very sorry," he said, "but you will have to excuse her tonight. She is not accustomed to visitors, especially at this time in the evening. Sir Vincent, your display of family affection is a little too exuberant28."
"I did not want to come, sir," Cotton said sulkily.
"Thank you; therefore you will not mind going. Goodnight, gentlemen. Goodnight, Mr. Dashwood. You will pardon me, I am sure. Well?"
For the head of the family sat sullenly29 in his chair though the rest had got beyond the shadow of the front door by this time. He looked up defiantly30 at Ralph.
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