The Toll-Gate (19 page)

"I do."

"Then you had better know that she has not a penny to her name!" said Sir Peter harshly.

"I am not a wealthy man, sir, but my father left me in the possession of a small estate. I believe I can convince you that I am sufficiently beforehand with the world to be able to support a wife."

"When I die, Captain Staple, I shall leave behind me my name, my title, and my estates. My estates are encumbered; my title will embellish the snirp who is my grandson. A skirter like his father before him, and a damned loose-screw! I shall be dead before he drags my name through whatever mire he's wading in, but he'll do it, as sure as check! I would remind you that it is also Nell's name!"

"I hope the case may not be as desperate as you fear," John said. "I am not acquainted with your grandson, but I have seen him, and I should judge him to be a weakling rather than a villain. May I say that one loose-screw can't disgrace an honoured name?" He smiled, and added: "By all accounts my grandfather was one, but we think our name a good one, in spite of him!"

"Your grandfather! Ay, he was a rake and a gamester, but it was play or pay with him, and he rode straight at his fences! There was no bad blood in him, but in Henry there is more bad than good!" He lifted his hand, and let it fall again, in an impotent gesture. "I knew that years ago, when I pulled him out of that first, damnable scrape—— But Jermyn was alive then. It never occurred to me that Jermyn would be killed, or that I should become the helpless wreck I am—so helpless that I can neither protect my granddaughter from the gallantry of the vulgar rogue my heir has introduced into my house, nor fling the pair of them out of it!"

"Don't distress yourself, sir!" John said. "With or without your leave I shall take care of Nell; and as for your grandson and his bacon-fed crony, you have only to say the word, and I shall be happy to throw them out of the house for you! Now, if you choose!"

Sir Peter shook his head. He looked up at John under his brows, a smile twisting his lips. "No. No. Better not. There's something afoot. That rogue has Henry under his thumb, and Henry's afraid. While I live he has no right here, but when I die the place will be his—and I might die tomorrow."

"I hope not, sir, but I'm at one with you in thinking that we shall do better to keep these gentry where we can watch what they are about. I don't fear for Nell. She at least is no weakling, and she has very faithful guardians in Rose and Joseph."

"She's safe while I live," Sir Peter said. His hand worked on the arm of his chair. "I did my best!" he said suddenly, as though in answer to a challenge. "Sent her up to her aunt for a season! A damned, insipid woman—nothing but pride and consequence, but she goes to all the ton parties! Sulky as a bear she was—but not too stiff-necked to pocket a handsome fee for her services! She had the infernal impudence to tell me my girl was a hoyden! Ha! Nell has too much force of mind for my lady's taste! I could have dowered her then, but she didn't take! No! And none of the town fribbles took her fancy! It was left for a libertine and a coxcomb—a Captain Sharp, if ever I saw one!—to tell me that he would be pleased to marry her! By God, if I could have my strength back for one minute——!"

John interposed, his eyes watchful on Sir Peter's face, but his deep voice very calm. "Do I indeed seem to you to be a libertine and a coxcomb, sir? But I'll swear I'm not a Captain Sharp!"

The fierce old eyes stared across at him. "Not you, fool! Coate!"

"What, does he offer marriage? There must be better stuff in the fellow than I guessed. But why tease yourself, sir? To be sure, it is an impertinence, but persons of low breeding, you know, have such encroaching ways! I wish you will leave me to deal with Coate, and tell me I have your permission to marry Nell!"

There was the glimmer of a smile in Sir Peter's eyes. He said: "Does my permission count for so much with you?"

"No," replied John frankly. "But with her it might! I should prefer, I must own, to address myself to her with your consent, but I won't deceive you, sir!—With or without your consent I mean to marry your granddaughter!"

The smile was growing. "Joe told me you were a fellow after my own heart, and for once in his life the rascal was right! I wish you well: you may be crazy, but you're not a damned adventurer!" His hand relaxed on the chair-arm: his head sunk on to his breast again, but he lifted it, with an effort, when John rose to his feet, and said sharply: "Don't go! Something else I have to say to you!"

"I'm not going, sir." John waited until the head drooped again, and then walked quietly to the door which led into the dressing-room.

Winkfield was dozing in a high-backed chair by the table, but he got up quickly, an anxious question in his face.

"I think your master would be the better for his cordial," John said. "He is tired, but he will not permit me to leave him until he has told me something that seems to be on his mind. I think it will be best to let him have his way. Give me the cordial! I'll see he drinks it."

The valet nodded, and turned to measure it into a wineglass. "If you could set his mind at rest, sir——!"

"I can at least try to do so. Tell me this! Does that hang-gallows fellow below-stairs force himself upon Miss Nell's notice?"

"Once, sir—but I happened to be at hand. Since then, no. Not yet."

John nodded, taking the glass from him. "Send me word if he should become troublesome!" he said, and went back into the bedchamber.

Sir Peter's eyes were closed, but he opened them as John came across the room, and said irritably: "I wasn't asleep! What's this?"

"Your cordial, sir."

"I don't want the stuff!"

"Very well, sir. I'll take my leave, then."

"Damned, managing fellow!" snapped Sir Peter. "Sit down!"

John put the glass into his groping hand, and guided it to his mouth.

Sir Peter drank a little, and was silent for a few moments. Then he said, in a stronger voice: "Do as you're bid! I'm not so feeble I have to be spoon-fed!"

John obeyed him, drawing up the chair lately occupied by Nell, but he did not say anything. Sir Peter slowly drank the cordial. He made no demur when the empty glass was gently removed from his clasp; he appeared to be lost in thought, his eyes staring straight before him.

Presently he turned them towards John, and said: "They think they can hoax me, but they can't. All of them!—treating me as if I were a child, or an imbecile! I can't get the truth from one of them—not even from Winkfield, though he's served me for thirty years! Bacup is as bad! Thinks it would send me to roost if I knew what was going on in my house, I don't doubt! Bottle-headed old woman! They've all gone, the men I knew and could trust. Birkin was the last of them, and he slipped his wind two years ago. It's a bad thing to outlive your generation, my boy."

"Will you tell me what's in your mind, sir? If I know the answer to whatever it is you wish to be told, I'll give it you."

"I believe you will: you haven't a cozening face. You're a gentleman, too. I haven't seen one for months—barring old Thorne, and he's a parson, and not a man of my kidney. But you may believe I know when I'm being gulled, so don't play off any cajolery! What brought my grandson and that Greeking fellow to Kellands?"

John met the searching eyes squarely. "I can't answer you, sir, for I don't know."

"Henry didn't come here out of affection for me, nor Coate to ruralise!"

"Extremely unlikely, I fancy."

"They're up to no good. It isn't debt. No, not that. He'd have told me, if that was all. If there were a warrant out for his arrest, this is the first place where he'd be looked for. Are the pair of them using my house as a shield to cover some piece of filthy knavery?"

"Gently, sir! This is nothing more than conjecture. The truth may prove to be less serious than you fear. Whatever it may be, only harm can come from your vexing yourself like this."

"Are you telling me you think that pair are here for any honest purpose?" demanded Sir Peter.

"No, I'm not. I think there's something devilish smoky afoot, and that's the truth!" John said bluntly. "It's my intention to discover just what it is. That's why I'm remaining at that damned toll-house! It has its drawbacks, but it's not such a bad ambush, you know."

Sir Peter regarded him intently. "Is the gatekeeper mixed up in it?"

"That again I don't know, though I suspect he may be. I have some hopes of discovering his whereabouts at least, and if I can find him trust me to find out the rest! Until we know a little more, it seems to me it might not serve our purpose to turn these fellows out of doors. If it should turn out to be a hanging matter, you want it scotched, not exposed."

"I want my name kept clean!" Sir Peter said.

"I give you my word I will do my utmost to do that, sir," John said steadily.

"You may find it beyond your power."

"If I do, it will not be beyond my power to see to it that no slur attaches to you, or to Nell."

"It's Nell I'm thinking of. If we're plunged in scandal——" He broke off, his hand clasping and unclasping.

"Good God, sir, you cannot suppose that it would make the least difference!" exclaimed John. "Are you imagining that I might cry off?"

"No: that she would!" retorted Sir Peter.

"Would she?" said John, a light in his eye. "We'll see that!"

Sir Peter looked queerly at him, but was silent. After a minute, John got up. "I think I should leave you now, sir. There is no reason why you should trust me: I might be the shabbiest of impostors! But I wish you will be content to leave this mystery to me to solve!"

This drew a slight smile from Sir Peter. "An odd sort of an impostor! Shouldn't have told you all this if I didn't trust you." He held out his hand. "It's done me good, seeing you. You'll take care of my girl."

"You may be very sure of that, sir," John said, clasping the frail hand warmly.

"Jermyn would have liked you," said Sir Peter abruptly. "You put me a little in mind of him. He was a big fellow, too. I'm obliged to you for coming here. I shall be seeing you again. Send my man in to me, will you?"

In the dressing-room, John found Nell, talking in a low voice to the valet. She looked up, and smiled, but whispered: "You have been so long with him!"

"I don't think it has harmed him. I hope it has not. Winkfield, he desired me to send you to him: I'll let myself out of the house. Good-night!"

"Good-night, sir, and thank you!"

As the door into the bedchamber closed behind the valet, Nell moved towards John, the half-train of her gown hushing on the floor. He opened his arms to her, and she walked into them, as though she found it natural to be there. "Oh, I was so angry, so very angry!" she murmured.

He put his hand on her head, smoothing the thick locks. "I know you were! Such a look as you cast at me! I thought myself betrothed to a cockatrice!"

"Oh, no!" she protested. "How infamous of you to say so! I was startled—in a flash, I knew that you would not have come if you had not been summoned. Winkfield told me how it was. How sly of Grandpapa! He breathed not a word to me. I was never more embarrassed in my life, for he was watching us so closely. Oh, and you were so good! You talked to him just as you ought. I know he liked you!" She looked up into his face. "What did he say to you, when I had gone away?"

"He gave me permission to pay my addresses to you, my heart, so now I will ask you, most formally, if you will do me the honour of accepting my hand in marriage, ma'am?"

"How absurd you are! What should I say? You must know that I have no experience in these matters, and I should not wish to answer with the least impropriety!"

"You should say, Yes, sir, I will!"

"I am sure I ought to display a little confusion, put on an air of surprise, perhaps trifle with you for a while!"

"Thank God you have no such missish ways! And I must remind you, ma'am, that we met each other earlier in the day!"

She pinched his chin. "What a very unhandsome person you are to remind me of that! It was quite shocking!"

"Exactly so! Unless you wish me to think you an outrageous flirt, you must promise to marry me!"

"John, how do you contrive to laugh with your eyes, while you keep your face so grave?"

"I don't know, and you haven't answered me!"

"Ah, you know I will! But not yet! Not while my grandfather needs me! You must not ask that of me, dearest! I could not leave him!"

"No, I see that you could not. Don't fear me! I don't mean to tease you. Kiss me once more, and then I must be off!"

She would have escorted him to the side-entrance, but he would not permit it. They parted at the head of the stairs, he to let himself quietly out of the house, she to retire to her own room, to be alone with her happiness.

Winkfield, looking covertly at his master, as he entered his bedchamber, was satisfied that the Captain's visit had done him no harm. He had expected to find him very tired, but he saw that he was wide-awake, looking fixedly at the fire, and slightly drumming his fingers on his chair-arm. The valet began to remove the quilt from the bed, and to lay out his master's nightshirt, and his cap. He was startled by Sir Peter's saying suddenly: "Not yet! Bring me a pen and ink and some paper!"