An almost sanctified silence descended1 upon the interior of the Rodenham coach as the cumbrous carriage lumbered2 and creaked homeward over the heath that night. It was as though the three inmates3 travelled half in awe4 of one another, and were afraid to grapple with the mystery of the situation. The Lady Letitia sat stiffly in her corner, a statuesque and repellent figure in the dusk, while Richard Wilson, feeling very miserable5 and foolish, remained bolt upright, his knees and toes together, his round face still glistening6 with sweat. Jeffray lay back against the cushions, staring at the painter with obfuscated7 curiosity, and trying to explain to himself Miss Hardacre’s fainting fit and Cousin Lot’s savage8 attack on Wilson in the hall.
First a few irrelevant9 remarks passed between the three as the coach rolled on under the stars through the desolate10 wastes of Pevensel. The road was heavy, and the horses tugged11 and strained at the traces, the coach rolling on its high springs. They could hear the man-servant’s toes knocking against the panelling as he sat perched on the back seat and clung to the rail as the wheels plunged12 and bumped into the ruts.
Richard appeared to rouse himself of a sudden. He turned to his aunt and frankly13 desired her to translate to him the meaning of the strange scene he had witnessed at Hardacre. The Lady Letitia appeared deaf for a moment amid the jangling of the harness and the laboring14 of the wheels. When she was compelled at last to understand the nature of her nephew’s question, she shrugged15 her shoulders and wrapped her shawl closer about her neck.
“Don’t ask me, Richard,” she said; “you had better request Mr. Wilson to give you an explanation before you go to bed.”
“Advice! More mysterious,” quoth Jeffray, losing patience.
The Lady Letitia rustled18 her silks in the corner; her eyes were fixed19 upon Wilson’s face, a lugubrious20 patch of white in the gloom of the coach.
“Sir,” she said, “I am beginning to think that you have not been quite frank with me. There must have been more in the affair than you have confessed. I never saw a wench so flustered21 in my life.”
Wilson shrugged his shoulders in despair.
“I will endeavor to explain the matter to Mr. Jeffray,” he said, ruefully; “to be sure I have made a deuced fine fool of myself, and shamed my own friend’s hospitality. You will do me justice, madam, by remembering that I had no liking22 to attend this ball.”
“Mr. Wilson,” quoth the dowager, frigidly23, “it is clear that I never knew the true state of the case.”
“Perhaps not, madam; perhaps not.”
Meanwhile Richard laid his hand on the painter’s knee.
“Don’t vex24 yourself, Dick,” he said, beginning to suspect the Lady Letitia’s diplomacies, “we will talk it over together when we get home.”
When the coach drew up before the priory, Richard gave his aunt his arm up the steps into the hall. Very much upon her dignity, she gave Mr. Wilson and her nephew a very stately courtesy, and swept away up the great staircase to her chamber25. The atmosphere seemed to lighten somewhat on the dowager’s departure. Richard ordered Gladden to light the candles in the library where a fire was still burning, and to bring up a bottle of port from the cellar. He laid his hand on Wilson’s shoulder, who was pacing restlessly up and down the hall, his sword clapping to and fro against his muscular calves26. They went into the library together, took pipes and the Virginia-box from the cupboard beside the chimney, and settled themselves before the fire. Peter Gladden came in with an uncorked bottle and glasses upon a tray. Wilson rose up, unbuckled his sword with a prodigious27 sigh, drank down a bumper28, and waited till the butler had closed the door.
“Richard Jeffray,” he said, with more vivacity29, as though eager to unburden his soul now that they were alone, “I can’t tell you, sir, what a sorry fool I feel after this night’s business.”
Jeffray, who had never grasped the full significance of the scene in the great hall at Hardacre, smiled at the painter as he filled his pipe.
“I am in an utter fog, Dick,” he said; “what made Miss Jilian faint, and what the devil were you and Lot quarrelling about as though there had been some old feud30 between you. You painted Sir Peter’s portrait once, eh?”
“Paint it, sir? I should think I did paint it,” quoth Wilson, savagely31; “and had I not been an unplucked fool I should never have gone to that ball to-night. A pretty stew32 I’ve brewed33 for you, Richard. It was all that old woman’s doing. Damme, sir, why did I listen to her palaver34!”
The painter’s red face was a study in shame, wrath35, and irritable36 contrition37. His pipe spluttered as though to be in sympathy with its master’s temper. Jeffray, still mystified, could not help a smile at Wilson’s distress38.
“What made her faint, sir!”
“To be sure.”
“My accursed face, Richard Jeffray. I was mad enough to think of marrying her ten years ago.”
Jeffray, who was in the act of lighting40 his pipe, dropped the lighted spill upon the floor and sat staring open-mouthed at Wilson.
“What!” he said.
“You may well look blank, sir. It is how Dick Wilson is feeling. Upon my soul, lad, I think Lot Hardacre did well when he slapped my silly face.”
Jeffray, who had recovered himself, put his foot upon the burning spill, took another from the pot, held it over the fire, and lit his pipe. He puffed41 steadily42 for some moments, lying back in his chair with a peculiar43 calmness upon his face, and then turned again to Wilson.
“Tell me all about it, Dick,” he said.
“Shall I?”
“It is better that I should know.”
“Ten years ago,” he said, “when I was a better-looking fellow than I am now, and when I was making money with my portraits, I painted Sir Peter Hardacre and his daughter. They had a house in town, sir, then, and Miss Jilian was as pretty a young lady as ever charmed the beaux of St. James’s. Well, sir, I fell in love with the girl while I was painting her, and a mighty45 long time I took over that picture, and a mighty fine portrait I thought it. ‘Did not Hogarth marry old Sir James Thornhill’s daughter,’ said I, ‘and why should I not win this goddess myself?’ She bribed46 her maid, sir, and used to come to my studio to see me paint. I don’t think it was quite honorable of me, Richard Jeffray, I know now that it was not wise. Well, some old hag who had a grudge47 against Sir Peter got hold of our secret, and put it about town that there was an intrigue48 between us. Egad, sir, what an infernal pother there was! Sir Peter sent his own son and some young bullies49 to bludgeon me in my own studio. I still have the mark of one of their sticks on my asinine50 pate51. It was a bad business, Richard, though we were both of us innocent as lambs.”
Jeffray sat and watched the painter’s face. He had never hinted to Wilson that he himself was on the verge52 of a betrothal53 with this very Miss Hardacre, nor had the Lady Letitia dropped a syllable54 upon the subject. The revelation had come as something of a shock to Jeffray’s sensitive nature. He began to suspect that certain of his aunt’s scandals might be true, and that the sweet Jilian had lost much of the bloom of her unkissed maidenhood55. Wilson professed56 to deal with a romance that had blossomed ten years ago, and Jeffray seemed to see of a sudden a whole ghastly array of subsequent gallants rising before him to impeach57 Miss Hardacre’s unsophisticated soul.
“I am sorry, Dick,” he said, “that we persuaded you to go to Hardacre. If you had warned me—this might have been prevented.”
Wilson sat with his chin upon his chest, smoking vigorously, and staring at the fire.
“True, very true, sir,” he said, patiently. “I am afraid I have been misled by your aunt, sir, who professed to know all about the romance. She swore to me, Richard, that it was an affair of the past, and that no people of fashion ever distressed58 themselves about such things. Why, Richard, she even told me that the Hardacres were ready to welcome me as a friend of yours.”
Jeffray sat up suddenly in his chair, his pale face flushing as the truth appeared.
“Miss Hardacre never knew your name, Dick,” he persisted.
“Deuce take me, sir, she must have known it. Your revered59 relative herself assured me that there was no reason why I should not present myself at Hardacre.”
“Aunt Letitia told you that?”
“Why, at the rout60 to-night, sir, she came to tell me that Miss Hardacre had been inquiring for me. She made me unmask, sir, marched me up to the girl, shouted out my name, after that—came the deluge61.”
Richard twisted in his chair and swore. He understood now how the affair had come about. It had been a carefully spun62 plot upon the part of the Lady Letitia, and poor Wilson had been duped into lending himself to her plans. Richard realized that the dowager’s excessive graciousness towards the painter had been nothing but diplomatic cunning to lure63 Dick into the toils64.
“That’s more than I can say, sir.”
Jeffray drew himself up as though to surrender the unpleasant truth.
“We have both of us been fooled by my august relative,” he said. “I must confess to you, Dick, that I have been courting Miss Jilian Hardacre, and that the Lady Letitia is prejudiced against the girl. She has tried before to embroil66 me with the Hardacres. She persuaded you to go to the ball, Dick, in order to create a scene and prevent my becoming betrothed67 to the lady.”
Dick Wilson’s face expressed astonished and indescribable distress. He put his pipe aside, rose up stammering68 and blushing, blundered across to where Jeffray was standing69, and looked at him as though ready to weep.
“God bless my soul, Richard,” he said, “I would rather have lost my right hand than that this should have happened.”
“It was no fault of yours, Dick.”
“Good Heavens, sir, how can I express my shame and regret! I wish my ugly carcass had never come within ten miles of this place. I am overwhelmed, sir, overwhelmed. I must leave your house at once.”
Jeffray smiled and laid his hand on the painter’s shoulder.
“It was my aunt’s fault, Dick,” he said, simply, “and we have both been made to dance like a couple of dolls. As for your leaving Rodenham, I shall not hear of it.”
Wilson, still thoroughly70 ashamed, gripped Jeffray’s hand, and then turned away to blow his nose.
“No, no, sir,” he said, “I have made an infernal mess of your affairs, and I cannot eat your food another day. Egad, though, I was forgetting that Mr. Hardacre may desire to justify71 his sister’s honor.”
“That is my business, Dick.”
“And do you think, sir, that Richard Wilson will run away? No, no. I tell you I will go down and take a room at the inn, and if Mr. Hardacre wants me he will find me there. I am ready to make him and his sister a handsome apology, Richard, for he is in the right and I am in the wrong. If he will not take my apology, sir, then he must put a bullet into me to satisfy his sister’s honor. It was my fault, Richard, for being such a damned egregious72 fool. Perhaps I can mend the quarrel for you, and I am not going to shirk the responsibility.”
Jeffray could make no impression upon the painter, who was as stubborn as any Sussex boor73 in his determination to quit the house.
“Well, Dick,” he said, as he lighted the painter to his room, “you can go down to the Wheat Sheaf to-morrow and put up there till the quarrel blows over.”
Wilson shook his head as he stood to say good-night to Jeffray on the landing.
“No, sir,” he said, “the quarrel has been of my making, and even if the lady forgives you for being my friend, it would not please her to know that I was still at Rodenham.”
“But we are not betrothed yet,” Jeffray argued.
“If you love her, sir, I presume this idle affair will make no change in your affection. There was nothing to shame her so far as I was concerned, and to be sure she is a little old for you, but then—”
Wilson hesitated suddenly, screwed up his eyes, and looked at the lad with critical curiosity. It had not occurred to him before that there was some disparity between their years. He had been so immersed also in Miss Hardacre’s past that he had not given much thought to the present.
“I suppose you like her, lad, eh?”
“She has been very kind to me, Dick.”
“So.”
“I mean to act like a man of honor.”
“One thing is certain, sir, that Dick Wilson is better out of the way. Good-night, Richard, you have been very kind to me, and I thank you. Egad, sir, I shall never forgive myself for having served you thus.”
“We are still friends, Dick.”
“Yes, sir, till you are married to Miss Hardacre. Well, it’s a queer world. Good-night, lad, good-night.”
The Lady Letitia kept her bed next day, but sent down a sealed note to her nephew in which she expressed herself as being greatly distressed by what had passed the previous night. She advised Richard “to persuade that unfortunate creature Wilson to take his departure with all despatch74.” The dowager threw out many broad hints reflecting upon the sincerity75 of the painter’s statements, and suggested to Richard that Miss Hardacre must have compromised herself with the man many years ago. Jeffray threw the letter in the fire. He was beginning to discover how much veracity76 there was in Aunt Letitia’s world-wise soul.
Richard ordered Peter Gladden to go down in person and engage a room for Wilson at the Wheat Sheaf. Wilson’s pack and red bundle were carried down to the inn by a very scornful and unobsequious servant who believed that no real gentleman would travel with such luggage, and who also doubted the likelihood of such a “shabby creature” being able to distribute decent largesse77. Richard and the painter breakfasted together, smoked their pipes in the library afterwards, and discussed the dilemma78 once again. It appeared to Wilson that the young Squire79 of Rodenham was not madly enamoured of Miss Jilian Hardacre. “She had been very kind to him, yes. He thought her a sweet woman, despite his aunt’s scandalous innuendoes80. Certainly he had paid his cousin a great deal of attention, and he would act honorably by her like an English gentleman.” Wilson screwed his face up a little over the lad’s chivalrous81 sentiments. He did not venture to meddle82 with so delicate a question, however, having had sufficient excitement to satisfy him for months.
Jeffray walked with Wilson through the park to Rodenham village, the painter dressed again in his cocked hat, rusty83 brown suit and club-tailed wig84. The day was Shrove-Tuesday, as Jeffray would have discovered earlier had he invaded his own kitchen and found the grooms85 and wenches tossing pancakes. Rodenham village itself was in a holiday temper, the boors86 turning out in clean smocks, the girls and women tricked out in their best gowns, with ribbon in their hair and new scarlet87 stockings showing under their short petticoats. Even the brats88 had had their faces polished and been blessed with clean pinafores. The benches in front of the Wheat Sheaf were ladened with farmers who had come in to drink George Gogg’s beer and watch the “cock-throwing.” Old Sam Sturtevant, the cobbler, had been training a couple of cocks since Christmas, and the birds were as nimble and spry at the game as could be. Sam was engaged with a crowd of hinds89 in pegging90 out one of his birds upon the green, and in kicking a line in the turf to show where the thrower should stand, when Jeffray and the painter passed the church and came down the road leading to the village with its wood and plaster fronts, its thatched roofs and sour and ragged91 gardens.
The sport sacred to Shrove-Tuesday had begun as Richard and the painter came down towards the green. A crowd of jabbering92, hairy-faced boors were swearing and screaming on the grass. Some twenty paces distant from the crowd of hinds and slatterns, Sam Sturtevant, the cobbler, was holding one of his trained cocks by a string fastened to the leg. A rustic93 was in the act of taking his three shots for a penny at the bird, the object being to knock the cock down, and run and catch him before he could recover his legs. So well trained was the bird that he dodged94 each cast of the stick, the crowd jeering95 and laughing as the fellow lost his penny to the cobbler. The next gentleman was more clever in his throwing. Richard saw the bird go down on the grass, a twitching96 and fluttering mass of feathers. The cock recovered himself, however, before the fellow could reach him, and the stick-throwing recommenced amid the shouts of the spectators.
Richard Jeffray had never seen the sport since the days when he was a mere97 animal of a boy. His eyes flashed in his pale face; his mouth hardened. Crossing the road with Wilson at his heels, he looked round angrily at the boors, who had abated98 their yelling on the Squire’s approach, and had pulled off their hats and were louting and grinning in their uncouth99 way. Richard went up to the cobbler, an old man with a flinty face, whose eyes were glistening over the pence his cock had earned for him.
“Maybe Mr. Jeffray would like a shy,” he said, with a leer, while the hinds crowded round with grinning faces.
Jeffray glanced at the bird that was staggering about on a broken leg.
“Do you call this sport, men?” he asked, hotly.
The cobbler stared and appeared puzzled. The ring of brutish faces gathered closer.
“There be’nt no harm in it, yer honor,” he said.
Jeffray promptly100 pulled out his purse and offered to buy the cobbler’s birds. The boors stared at one another, and began to murmur101.
“Begging yer honor’s pardon,” quoth the mender of shoes, “these birds of mine be’nt for buying.”
“You prefer to torture them, Sturtevant, eh?”
The man scratched his head and glanced at his friends for justification102.
“There always be cock-throwing on Shrove-Tuesdays, Mr. Jeffray,” he said. “Parson Sugg has never said aught agen it.”
“That be so, Sam,” added several rough voices.
Wilson, who had pushed through the crowd, laid his hand on Jeffray’s shoulder and looked meaningly in his face.
“Let them alone, sir,” he said, in an undertone; “they won’t understand your fine philosophy.”
“Egad, sir, if you begin reforming the British nation you will be ducked like Wesley in the horse-pond.”
Jeffray, feeling himself humiliated104 before the grinning and contemptuous faces of the men, turned and walked away with Wilson towards the inn. An outburst of coarse laughter followed him. One fellow put his thumb to his nose and spread his fingers behind Jeffray’s back. Another made a certain indescribable noise that condensed the contempt of these “pastoral swains.”
“Lamentable soft, the Squire, be’nt he, Sam?”
“Poor sort of foreigner, I reckon.”
“Sing’lar young man. Poor, skinny-looking fox as ever I see. Better be mindin’ of his own business. Lookee, Cloddy, it be your shy, man.”
They returned to their cock-baiting with rough laughter, and much lewd105 jeering and cursing one with another. Jeffray and the painter had neared the Wheat Sheaf where half a score red-faced farmers were gossiping and drinking beer on the benches about the wooden tables. They exchanged winks106 and grimaces107, and pulled off their hats to Jeffray with mock politeness. George Gogg, the innkeeper, came out to meet the master of Rodenham, cloaking his personal and obese108 contempt for the young Squire under an air of almost offensive servility. As Jeffray passed through the bar with Wilson towards the private parlor109, he became aware of a big man in a green coat staring at him from a bench in the chimney-corner. Richard, baffled for the moment, remembered where he had seen the fellow’s face before. It was Dan Grimshaw, of Pevensel. As for a contrast Bess’s face flashed up before him, its lips like a thread of scarlet, its black hair streaming above the fierce blue eyes.
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