Earwaker spent Christmas with his relatives at Kingsmill. His father and mother both lived; the latter very infirm, unable to leave the house; the former a man of seventy, twisted with rheumatism1, his face rugged2 as a countenance3 picked out by fancy on the trunk of a big old oak, his hands scarred and deformed4 with labour. Their old age was restful. The son who had made himself a ‘gentleman’, and who in London sat at the tables of the high-born, the wealthy, the famous, saw to it that they lacked no comfort.
A bright, dry morning invited the old man and the young to go forth5 together. They walked from the suburb countrywards, and their conversation was of the time when a struggle was being made to bear the expense of those three years at Whitelaw—no bad investment, as it proved. The father spoke6 with a strong Midland accent, using words of dialect by no means disagreeable to the son’s ear—for dialect is a very different thing from the bestial7 jargon8 which on the lips of the London vulgar passes for English. They were laughing over some half grim reminiscence, when Earwaker became aware of two people who were approaching along the pavement, they also in merry talk. One of them he knew; it was Christian9 Moxey.
Too much interested in his companion to gaze about him, Christian came quite near before his eyes fell on Earwaker. Then he started with a pleasant surprise, changed instantly to something like embarrassment10 when he observed the aged11 man. Earwaker was willing to smile and go by, had the other consented; but a better impulse prevailed in both. They stopped and struck hands together.
‘My father,’ said the man of letters, quite at his ease.
Christian was equal to the occasion; he shook hands heartily12 with the battered13 toiler14, then turned to the lady at his side.
‘Janet, you guess who this is.—My cousin, Earwaker, Miss Janet Moxey.’
Doubtless Janet was aware that her praises had suffered no diminution15 when sung by Christian to his friends. Her eyes just fell, but in a moment were ready with their frank, intelligent smile. Earwaker experienced a pang—ever so slight—suggesting a revision of his philosophy.
They talked genially16, and parted with good wishes for the New Year.
Two days later, on reaching home, Earwaker found in his letter-box a scrap17 of paper on which were scribbled18 a few barely legible lines. ‘Here I am!’ he at length deciphered. ‘Got into Tilbury at eleven this morning. Where the devil are you? Write to Charing19 Cross Hotel.’ No signature, but none was needed. Malkin’s return from New Zealand had been signalled in advance.
That evening the erratic20 gentleman burst in like a whirlwind. He was the picture of health, though as far as ever from enduing21 the comfortable flesh which accompanies robustness22 in men of calmer temperament23. After violent greetings, he sat down with abrupt24 gravity, and began to talk as if in continuance of a dialogue just interrupted.
‘Now, don’t let us have any misunderstanding. You will please remember that my journey to England is quite independent of what took place two years and a half ago. It has nothing whatever to do with those circumstances.’
Earwaker smiled.
‘I tell you,’ pursued the other, hotly, ‘that I am here to see you—and one or two other old friends; and to look after some business matters. You will oblige me by giving credit to my assertion!’
‘Don’t get angry. I am convinced of the truth of what you say.’
‘Very well! It’s as likely as not that, on returning to Auckland, I shall marry Miss Maccabe—of whom I have written to you. I needn’t repeat the substance of my letters. I am not in love with her, you understand, and I needn’t say that my intercourse25 with that family has been guided by extreme discretion26. But she is a very sensible young lady. My only regret is that I didn’t know her half-a-dozen years ago, so that I could have directed her education. She might have been even more interesting than she is. But—you are at leisure, I hope, Earwaker?’
‘For an hour or two.’
‘Oh, confound it! When a friend comes back from the ends of the earth!—Yes, yes; I understand. You are a busy man; forgive my hastiness. Well now, I was going to say that I shall probably call upon Mrs. Jacox.’ He paused, and gave the listener a stern look, forbidding misconstruction. ‘Yes, I shall probably go down to Wrotham. I wish to put my relations with that family on a proper footing. Our correspondence has been very satisfactory, especially of late. The poor woman laments28 more sincerely her—well, let us say, her folly29 of two years and a half ago. She has outlived it; she regards me as a friend. Bella and Lily seem to be getting on very well indeed. That governess of theirs—we won’t have any more mystery; it was I who undertook the trifling30 expense. A really excellent teacher, I have every reason to believe. I am told that Bella promises to be a remarkable31 pianist, and Lily is uncommonly32 strong in languages. But my interest in them is merely that of a friend; let it be understood.’
‘Precisely. You didn’t say whether the girls have been writing to you?’
‘No, no, no! Not a line. I have exchanged letters only with their mother. Anything else would have been indiscreet. I shall be glad to see them, but my old schemes are things of the past. There is not the faintest probability that Bella has retained any recollection of me at all.’
‘I daresay not,’ assented33 Earwaker.
‘You think so? Very well; I have acted wisely. Bella is still a child, you know—compared with a man of my age. She is seventeen and a few months; quite a child! Miss Maccabe is just one-and-twenty; the proper age. When we are married, I think I shall bring her to Europe for a year or two. Her education needs that; she will be delighted to see the old countries.’
‘Have you her portrait?’
‘Oh no! Things haven’t got so far as that. What a hasty fellow you are, Earwaker! I told you distinctly’——
He talked till after midnight, and at leave-taking apologised profusely34 for wasting his friend’s valuable time.
Earwaker awaited with some apprehension35 the result of Malkin’s visit to Wrotham. But the report of what took place on that occasion was surprisingly commonplace. Weeks passed, and Malkin seldom showed himself at Staple36 Inn; when he did so, his talk was exclusively of Miss Maccabe; all he could be got to say of the young ladies at Wrotham was, ‘Nice girls; very nice girls. I hope they’ll marry well.’ Two months had gone by, and already the journalist had heard by letter of his friend’s intention to return to New Zealand, when, on coming home late one night, he found Malkin sitting on the steps.
‘Earwaker, I have something very serious to tell you. Give me just a quarter of an hour.’
What calamity37 did this tone portend38? The eccentric man seated himself with slow movement. Seen by a good light, his face was not gloomy, but very grave.
‘Listen to me, old friend,’ he began, sliding forward to the edge of his chair. ‘You remember I told you that my relations with the Maccabe family had been marked throughout with extreme discretion.’
‘You impressed that upon me.’
‘Good! I have never made love to Miss Maccabe, and I doubt whether she has ever thought of me as a possible husband.’
‘Well?’
‘Don’t be impatient. I want you to grasp the fact. It is important, because—I am going to marry Bella Jacox.’
‘You don’t say so?’
‘Why not?’ cried Malkin, suddenly passing to a state of excitement. ‘What objection can you make? I tell you that I am absolutely free to choose’——
The journalist calmed him, and thereupon had to hear a glowing account of Bella’s perfections. All the feeling that Malkin had suppressed during these two months rushed forth in a flood of turbid39 eloquence40.
‘And now,’ he concluded, ‘you will come down with me to Wrotham. I don’t mean to-night; let us say the day after tomorrow, Sunday. You remember our last joint41 visit! Ha, ha!’
‘Mrs. Jacox is reconciled?’
‘My dear fellow, she rejoices! A wonderful nobility in that poor little woman! She wept upon my shoulder! But you must see Bella! I shan’t take her to New Zealand, at all events not just yet. We shall travel about Europe, completing her education. Don’t you approve of that?’
On Sunday, the two travelled down into Kent. This time they were received by Lily, now a pretty, pale, half-developed girl of fifteen. In a few minutes her sister entered. Bella was charming; nervousness made her words few, and it could be seen that she was naturally thoughtful, earnest, prone42 to reverie; her beauty had still to ripen43, and gave much promise for the years between twenty and thirty. Last of all appeared Mrs. Jacox, who blushed as she shook hands with Earwaker, and for a time was ill at ease; but her vocatives were not long restrained, and when all sat down to the tea-table she chattered44 away with astonishing vivacity45. After tea the company was joined by a lady of middle age, who, for about two years, had acted as governess to the girls. Earwaker formed his conclusions as to the ‘trifling expense’ which her services represented; but it was probably a real interest in her pupils which had induced a person of so much refinement46 to bear so long with the proximity47 of Mrs. Jacox.
‘A natural question occurs to me,’ remarked Earwaker, as they were returning. ‘Who and what was Mr. Jacox?’
‘Ah! Bella was talking to me about him the other day. He must have been distinctly an interesting man. Bella had a very clear recollection of him, and she showed me two or three photographs. Engaged in some kind of commerce. I didn’t seek particulars. But a remarkable man, one can’t doubt.’
He resumed presently.
‘Now don’t suppose that this marriage entirely48 satisfies me. Bella has been fairly well taught, but not, you see, under my supervision49. I ought to have been able to watch and direct her month by month. As it is, I shall have to begin by assailing50 her views on all manner of things. Religion, for example. Well, I have no religion, that’s plain. I might call myself this or that for the sake of seeming respectable, but it all comes to the same thing. I don’t mind Bella going to church if she wishes, but I must teach her that there’s no merit whatever in doing so. It isn’t an ideal marriage, but perhaps as good as this imperfect world allows. If I have children, I can then put my educational theories to the test.’
By way of novel experience, Earwaker, not long after this, converted his study into a drawing-room, and invited the Jacox family to taste his tea and cake. With Malkin’s assistance, the risky51 enterprise was made a great success. When Mrs. Jacox would allow her to be heard, Bella talked intelligently, and showed eager interest in the details of literary manufacture.
‘O Mr. Earwaker!’ cried her mother, when it was time to go. ‘What a delightful52 afternoon you have given us! We must think of you from now as one of our very best friends. Mustn’t we, Lily?’
But troubles were yet in store. Malkin was strongly opposed to a religious marriage; he wished the wedding to be at a registrar’s office, and had obtained Bella’s consent to this, but Mrs. Jacox would not hear of such a thing. She wept and bewailed herself. ‘How can you think of being married like a costermonger? O Mr. Malkin, you will break my heart, indeed you will!’ And she wrote an ejaculatory letter to Earwaker, imploring53 his intercession. The journalist took his friend in hand.
‘My good fellow, don’t make a fool of yourself. Women are born for one thing only, the Church of England marriage service. How can you seek to defeat the end of their existence? Give in to the inevitable54. Grin and bear it.’
‘I can’t! I won’t! It shall be a runaway55 match! I had rather suffer the rack than go through an ordinary wedding!’
Dire27 was the conflict. Down at Wrotham there were floods of tears. In the end, Bella effected a compromise; the marriage was to be at a church, but in the greatest possible privacy. No carriages, no gala dresses, no invitations, no wedding feast; the bare indispensable formalities. And so it came to pass. Earwaker and the girl’s governess were the only strangers present, when, on a morning of June, Malkin and Bella were declared by the Church to be henceforth one and indivisible. The bride wore a graceful56 travelling costume; the bridegroom was in corresponding attire57.
‘Heaven be thanked, that’s over!’ exclaimed Malkin, as he issued from the portal. ‘Bella, we have twenty-three minutes to get to the railway station. Don’t cry!’ he whispered to her. ‘I can’t stand that!’
‘No, no; don’t be afraid,’ she whispered back. ‘We have said good-bye already.’
‘Capital! That was very thoughtful of you.—Goodbye, all! Shall write from Paris, Earwaker. Nineteen minutes; we shall just manage it!’
He sprang into the cab, and away it clattered58.
A letter from Paris, a letter from Strasburg, from Berlin, Munich—letters about once a fortnight. From Bella also came an occasional note, a pretty contrast to the incoherent enthusiasm of her husband’s compositions. Midway in September she announced their departure from a retreat in Switzerland.
‘We are in the utmost excitement, for it is now decided59 that in three days we start for Italy! The heat has been terrific, and we have waited on what seems to me the threshold of Paradise until we could hope to enjoy the delights beyond. We go first to Milan. My husband, of course, knows Italy, but he shares my impatience60. I am to entreat61 you to write to Milan, with as much news as possible. Especially have you heard anything more of Mr. Peak?’
November the pair spent in Rome, and thence was despatched the following in Malkin’s hand:
‘This time I am not mistaken! I have seen Peak. He didn’t see me; perhaps wouldn’t have known me. It was in Piale’s reading-room. I had sat down to The Times, when a voice behind me sounded in such a curiously62 reminding way that I couldn’t help looking round. It was Peak; not a doubt of it. I might have been uncertain about his face, but the voice brought back that conversation at your rooms too unmistakably—long ago as it was. He was talking to an American, whom evidently he had met somewhere else, and had now recognised. “I’ve had a fever,” he said, “and can’t quite shake off the results. Been in Ischia for the last month. I’m going north to Vienna.” Then the two walked away together. He looked ill, sallow, worn out. Let me know if you hear.’
On that same day, Earwaker received another letter, with the Roman post-mark. It was from Peak.
‘I have had nothing particular to tell you. A month ago I thought I should never write to you again; I got malarial63 fever, and lay desperately64 ill at the Ospedale Internazionale at Naples. It came of some monstrous65 follies66 there’s no need to speak of. A new and valuable experience. I know what it is to look steadily67 into the eyes of Death.
‘Even now, I am far from well. This keeps me in low spirits. The other day I was half decided to start for London. I am miserably68 alone, want to see a friend. What a glorious place Staple Inn seemed to me as I lay in the hospital! Proof how low I had sunk: I thought longingly69 of Exeter, of a certain house there—never mind!
‘I write hastily. An invitation from some musical people has decided me to strike for Vienna. Up there, I shall get my health back. The people are of no account—boarding-house acquaintances—but they may lead to better. I never in my life suffered so from loneliness.’
This was the eighteenth of November. On the twenty-eighth the postman delivered a letter of an appearance which puzzled Earwaker. The stamp was Austrian, the mark ‘Wien’. From Peak, therefore. But the writing was unknown, plainly that of a foreigner.
The envelope contained two sheets of paper. The one was covered with a long communication in German; on the other stood a few words of English, written, or rather scrawled70, in a hand there was no recognising:
‘Ill again, and alone. If I die, act for me. Write to Mrs. Peak, Twybridge.’
Beneath was added, ‘J. E. Earwaker, Staple Inn, London.’
He turned hurriedly to the foreign writing. Earwaker read a German book as easily as an English, but German manuscript was a terror to him. And the present correspondent wrote so execrably that beyond Geehrter Herr, scarcely a word yielded sense to his anxious eyes. Ha! One he had made out—gestorben.
Crumpling71 the papers into his pocket, he hastened out, and knocked at the door of an acquaintance in another part of the Inn. This was a man who had probably more skill in German cursive. Between them, they extracted the essence of the letter.
He who wrote was the landlord of an hotel in Vienna. He reported that an English gentleman, named Peak, just arrived from Italy, had taken a bedroom at that house. In the night, the stranger became very ill, sent for a doctor, and wrote the lines enclosed, the purport72 whereof he at the same time explained to his attendants. On the second day Mr. Peak died. Among his effects were found circular notes, and a sum of loose money. The body was about to be interred73. Probably Mr. Earwaker would receive official communications, as the British consul74 had been informed of the matter. To whom should bills be sent?
The man of letters walked slowly back to his own abode75.
‘Dead, too, in exile!’ was his thought. ‘Poor old fellow!’
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