CHAPTER XX.
RANFORD AGAIN.
Charles, though no genius, had a certain amount of common sense, and,indeed, more of that commodity than most people gave him credit for.Therefore he did not pursue the subject with William. Firstly, becausehe did not think he could get any more out of him (for William had acertain amount of sturdy obstinacy in his composition); and secondly,because he knew William was, in the main, a sensible fellow, and lovedthe ground he stood on. Charles would never believe that William wouldserve him falsely; and he was right.
He told Marston of the curious words which William had used, and Marstonhad said--
"I don't understand it. The devil is abroad. Are you coming into anymoney at your father's death?"
"I am to have L180 a year."
"I wouldn't give L50 a year for your chance of it. What is this propertyworth?"
"L9,000 a year. The governor has lived very extravagantly. The stableestablishment is fit for a duke now; and, then, look at the servants!"
"He is not living up to ten thousand a year now, I should say."
"No; but it is only the other day he gave up the hounds. They cost himtwo thousand a year; and, while he had them, the house was carried onvery extravagantly. The governor has a wonderful talent for muddlingaway money; and, what is more, I believe he was bit with the railways.You know, I believe, the estate is involved."
"Bathershin. But still, Cuthbert won't marry, and his life is a bad one,and you are a heretic, my poor little innocent."
"And then?"
"Heaven only knows what then. I am sure I don't. At what time does theworthy and intellectual Welter arrive?"
"He will be here about six."
"Two hours more rational existence for one, then. After that a smell asof ten thousand stables and fifty stale copies of _Bell's Life_ in one'snose, till his lordship takes his departure. I don't like your cousin,Charles."
"What an astounding piece of news! He says you are a conceited prig, andgive yourself airs."
"He never said a wiser or truer thing in his life. I am exactly that;and he is a fifth-class steeple chaserider, with a title."
"How you and he will fight!"
"So I expect. That is, if he has the courage for battle, which I ratherdoubt. He is terribly afraid of me."
"I think you are hard on poor Welter," said Charles; "I do, indeed. Heis a generous, good-hearted fellow."
"Oh! we are all generous, good-hearted fellows," said Marston, "as longas we have plenty of money and good digestions. You are right, though,Charley. He is what you say, as far as I know; but the reason I hate himis this:--You are the dearest friend I have, and I am jealous of him. Heis in eternal antagonism to me. I am always trying to lead you right,and he is equally diligent in leading you into wrong."
"Well, he sha'n't lead me into any more, I promise you now. Do be civilto him."
"Of course I will, you gaby. Did you think I was going to show fight inyour house?"
When Marston came down to dinner, there was Lord Welter, sitting besideold Densil, and kindly amusing him with all sorts of gossip--stable andother.
"How do, Marston?" said he, rising and coming forward.
"How d'ye do, Lord Welter?" said Marston.
"I am very glad to meet you here," said Lord Welter, with agood-humoured smile, "although I am ashamed to look you in the face.Marston, my dear Mr. Ravenshoe, is Charles's good genius, and I am hisevil one; I am always getting Charles into mischief, and he is alwaystrying to keep him out of it. Hitherto, however, I have been completelysuccessful, and he has made a dead failure."
Old Densil laughed. "You are doing yourself injustice, Welter," he said."Is he not doing himself an injustice, Mr. Marston?"
"Not in the least, sir," said Marston. And the two young men shook handsmore cordially than they had ever done before.
That evening Lord Welter fulfilled Mary's prophecy, that he would smokein his bedroom, and not only smoked there himself, but induced Charlesto come and do so also. Marston was not in the humour for the style ofconversation he knew he should have there, and so he retired to bed, andleft the other two to themselves.
"Well, Charles," said Welter. "Oh, by the by, I have got a letter foryou from that mysterious madcap, Adelaide. She couldn't send it by post;that would not have been mysterious and underhand enough for her. Catchhold."
Charles caught hold, and read his letter. Welter watched him curiouslyfrom under the heavy eyebrows, and when he had finished, said--
"Come, put that away, and talk. That sort of thing is pretty much thesame in all cases, I take it. As far as my own experience goes, it isalways the same. Scold and whine and whimper; whimper, whine, and scold.How's that old keeper of yours?"
"He has lost his wife."
"Poor fellow! I remember his wife--a handsome Irish woman."
"My nurse?"
"Ay, ay. And the pretty girl, Ellen; how is she?"
"Poor Ellen! She has run away, Welter; gone on the bad, I fear."
Lord Welter sat in just the same position, gazing on the fire. He thensaid, in a very deliberate voice:--
"The deuce she is! I am very sorry to hear that. I was in hopes ofrenewing our acquaintance."
The days flew by, and, as you know, there came no news from Ellen. Thehousehold had been much saddened by her disappearance and by Norah'sdeath, though not one of the number ever guessed what had passed betweenMary and Marston. They were not a very cheerful household; scarce one ofthem but had some secret trouble. Father Tiernay came back after a weekor so; and, if good-natured, kindly chatter could have cheered them atall, he would have done it. But there was a settled gloom on the party,which nothing could overcome. Even Lord Welter, boisterous as hisspirits usually were, seemed often anxious and distraught; and, as forpoor Cuthbert, he would, at any time, within the knowledge of man, haveacted as a "damper" on the liveliest party. His affection for Charlesseemed, for some reason, to increase day by day, but it was sometimesvery hard to keep the peace between Welter and him. If there was one manbeyond another that Cuthbert hated, it was Lord Welter; and sometimes,after dinner, such a scene as this would take place.
You will, perhaps, have remarked that I have never yet representedCuthbert as speaking to Mary. The real fact is, that he never did speakto her, or to any woman, anything beyond the merest commonplaces--acircumstance which made Charles very much doubt the truth of Ellen'sstatement--that the priest had caught them talking together in the wood.However, Cuthbert was, in this way, fond enough of the bonny little soul(I swear I am in love with her myself, over head and ears); and so, oneday, when she came crying in, and told him--as being the first personshe met--that her little bantam-cock had been killed by the Dorking,Cuthbert comforted her, bottled up his wrath, till his father had goneinto the drawing-room with her after dinner, and the others were sittingat their wine. Then he said, suddenly--
"Welter, did you have any cock-fighting to-day?"
"Oh, yes, by the by, a splendid turn-up. There was a noble little bantamin an inclosed yard challenging a great Dorking, and they both seemed sovery anxious for sport that I thought it would be a pity to baulk them;so I just let the bantam out. I give you my word, it is my belief thatthe bantam would have been the best man, but that he was too old. Hisattack was splendid; but he met the fate of the brave."
"You should not have done that, Welter," said Charles; "that was Mary'sfavourite bantam."
"I don't allow any cock-fighting at Ravenshoe, Welter," said Cuthbert.
"You don't allow it!" said Lord Welter, scornfully.
"No, by heaven," said Cuthbert, "I don't allow it!"
"Don't you?" said Welter; "you are not master here, nor ever will be. NoRavenshoe was ever master of his own house yet."
"I am absolute master here," said Cuthbert, with a rising colour. "Thereis no appeal against me here."
"Only to the priest," said Welter. (I must do him justice to say thatneither Mackworth nor Tiernay was in the room, or he would not have saidit.)
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"You are insolent, Welter, and brutal. It is your nature to be so," saidCuthbert, fiercely.
Marston, who had been watching Welter all this time, saw a flash comefrom his eyes, and, for one moment, a terrible savage setting of theteeth. "Ha, ha! my friend," thought he, "I thought that stupid face wascapable of some such expression as that. I am obliged to you, my friend,for giving me one little glimpse of the devil inside."
"By gad, Cuthbert," said Lord Welter, "if you hadn't been at your owntable, you shouldn't have said that, cousin or no cousin, twice."
"Stop, now," said Charles, "don't turn the place into a bear-pit.Cuthbert, do be moderate. Welter, you shouldn't have set the cocksfighting. Now don't begin quarrelling again, you two, for heaven'ssake!"
And so the peace was made: but Charles was very glad when the time camefor the party to break up; and he went away to Ranford with Welter,preparatory to his going back to Oxford.
His father was quite his own old self again, and seemed to have ralliedamazingly; so Charles left him without much anxiety; and there werereasons we know of why his heart should bound when he heard the wordRanford mentioned, and why the raging speed of the Great Western Railwayexpress seemed all too slow for him. Lord Ascot's horses were fast, themail-phaeton was a good one, and Lord Welter's worst enemies could notaccuse him of driving slow; yet the way from Didcot to Ranford seemed sointerminably long that he said:--
"By Jove, I wish we had come by a slower train, and gone on to Twyford!"
"Why so?"
"I don't know. I think it is pleasanter driving through Wargrave andHenley."
Lord Welter laughed, and Charles wondered why. There were no visitors atRanford; and, when they arrived, Welter of course adjourned to thestables, while Charles ran upstairs and knocked at Lady Ascot's door.
He was bidden to come in by the old lady's voice. Her black-and-tanterrier, who was now so old that his teeth and voice were alike gone,rose from the hearth, and went through the motion and outward semblanceof barking furiously at Charles, though without producing any audiblesound. Lady Ascot rose up and welcomed him kindly.
"I am so glad to see your honest face, my dear boy. I have been sittinghere all alone so long. Ascot is very kind, and comes and sits with me,and I give him some advice about his horses, which he never takes. But Iam very lonely."
"But where is Adelaide, aunt, dear?"
"She's gone."
"Gone! My dear aunt, where to?"
"Gone to stay ten days with Lady Hainault."
Here was a blow.
"I know you are very disappointed, my poor boy, and I told Welter soexpressly to tell you in my last letter. He is so shockingly carelessand forgetful!"
"So Welter knew of it," said Charles to himself. "And that is what madehim laugh at my hurry. It is very ungentlemanly behaviour."
But Charles's anger was like a summer cloud. "I think, aunt," he said,"that Welter was having a joke with me; that was all. When will she beback?"
"The end of next week."
"And I shall be gone to Oxford. I shall ride over to Casterton and seeher."
"You knew Hainault at Shrewsbury? Yes. Well, you had better do so,child. Yes, certainly."
"What made her go, aunt, I wonder?"
"Lady Hainault was ill, and would have her, and I was forced to let hergo."
Oh, Lady Ascot, Lady Ascot, you wicked old fibster! Didn't you hesitate,stammer, and blush, when you said that? I am very much afraid youdidn't. Hadn't you had, three days before, a furious _fracas_ withAdelaide about something, and hadn't it ended by her declaring that shewould claim the protection of Lady Hainault? Hadn't she ordered out thepony-carriage and driven off with a solitary bandbox, and what I chooseto call a crinoline-chest? And hadn't you and Lady Hainault had abrilliant passage of arms over her ladyship's receiving and abetting therecalcitrant Adelaide?
Lady Ascot was perfectly certain of one thing--that Charles would neverhear about this from Adelaide; and so she lied boldly and withconfidence. Otherwise, she must have made a dead failure, for few peoplehad practised that great and difficult art so little as her ladyship.
That there had been a furious quarrel between Lady Ascot and Adelaideabout this time, I well know from the best authority. It had taken placejust as I have described it above. I do not know for certain the causeof it, but can guess; and, as I am honestly going to tell you all Iknow, you will be able to make as good a guess as I hereafter.
Lady Ascot said, furthermore, that she was very uneasy in her mind aboutAscot's colt, which she felt certain would not stay over the Derbycourse. The horse was not so well ribbed up as he should be, and hadhardly quarter enough to suit her. Talking of that, her lumbago had setin worse than ever since the frost had come on, and her doctor had hadthe impudence to tell her that her liver was deranged, whereas, she knewit proceeded from cold in the small of her back. Talking of the frost,she was told that there had been a very good sheet of ice on thecarp-pond, where Charles might have skated, though she did hope he wouldnever go on the ice till it was quite safe--as, if he were to getdrowned, it would only add to her vexation, and surely she had hadenough of that, with that audacious chit of a girl, Adelaide, who wasenough to turn one's hair grey; though for that matter it had been greymany years, as all the world might see.
"Has Adelaide been vexing you, aunt, dear?" interrupted Charles.
"No, my dear boy, no," replied the old woman. "She is a little tiresomesometimes, but I dare say it is more my fault than hers."
"You will not be angry with her, aunt, dear? You will be long-sufferingwith her, for my sake?"
"Dear Charles," said the good old woman, weeping, "I will forgive hertill seventy times seven. Sometimes, dear, she is high-spirited, andtries my temper. And I am very old, dear, and very cross and cruel toher. It is all my fault, Charles, all my fault."
Afterwards, when Charles knew the truth, he used to bless the memory ofthis good old woman, recalling this conversation, and knowing on whichside the fault lay. At this time, blindly in love as he was withAdelaide, he had sense enough left to do justice.
"Aunt, dear," he said, "you are old, but you are neither cross norcruel. You are the kindest and most generous of women. You are the onlymother I ever had, aunt. I dare say Adelaide is tiresome sometimes; bearwith her for my sake. Tell me some more about the horses. God help us,they are an important subject enough in this house now!"
Lady Ascot said, having dried her eyes and kissed Charles, that she hadseen this a very long time: that she had warned Ascot solemnly, as itwas a mother's duty to do, to be careful of Ramoneur blood, and thatAscot would never listen to her; that no horse of that breed had everbeen a staying horse; that she believed, if the truth could be got at,that the Pope of Rome had been, indirectly, perhaps, but certainly, theinventor of produce stakes, which had done more to ruin the breed ofhorses, and consequently the country, than fifty reform bills. Then herladyship wished to know if Charles had read Lord Mount E----'s book onthe Battle of Armageddon, and on receiving a negative answer, gave aslight abstract of that most prophetical production, till the gongsounded, and Charles went up to dress for dinner.