Chapter 122
"No, never!" cried she, somewhat more vehemently than the case seemed to warrant. "Should any one be asking you for me, you can tell them 'No,'
at once; do not trouble to bring the news to me."
"_Any one_, Mary?"
"Yes, papa, no matter who. Do not drive me away from you."
He stooped and kissed her. She stood at the window still, in a dreamy att.i.tude, and watched the carriage drive off with Mr. Ashley. Presently Henry pa.s.sed.
"Has the master gone, do you know, Mary?"
"Five minutes ago."
"I hope and trust he'll send back William."
It was striking half-past two when Mr. Ashley entered the manufactory.
Samuel Lynn was in his own room, sorting gloves; William was in the counting house, seated at his desk. His, now; formerly Mr. Ashley's; the very desk from which the cheque had disappeared; but William took a more active part in the general management than Mr. Ashley had ever done. He rose, shook hands with the master, and placed a chair for him. The "master" still he was called; indeed, he actually was so; William, "Mr.
Halliburton."
A short time given to business details, and then Mr. Ashley referred to the report of Herbert Dare's death. Poor Herbert Dare had never returned from abroad, and it was to be feared he had been getting lower and lower in the scale of society. Under happier auspices, and with different training, Herbert might have made a happier and a better man.
Helstonleigh did not know how he lived abroad, or why he stayed there.
Possibly the free and easy continental life had become necessary to him.
Homburg, Baden-Baden, Wiesbaden, wherever there were gaming-tables, there might be found Herbert Dare. That he must find a living at them in some way seemed pretty evident. It was a great pity.
"How did you hear that he was dead?" inquired Mr. Ashley.
"From Richard Winthorne," replied William. "I met him yesterday evening in Guild Street, and he told me a report had come over that Herbert Dare had died of fever."
As William spoke, a gentleman entered the room, and interrupted them; a Captain Chambers. "Have you heard that Herbert Dare's dead?" was his first greeting.
"Is it certain?" asked Mr. Ashley.
"I don't know. Report
"Anthony first; now Herbert; and Cyril will be next. He will go out of the world in some discreditable way. A wretched scamp! Shocking habits!
Old Dare, too, unless I am mistaken, is on his last legs."
"Is he ill?" inquired Mr. Ashley.
"No; no worse than usual; but I never saw a man so broken. I alluded to the legs of prosperity. Talk about reports, though," and Captain Chambers suddenly wheeled round on William, "there's one going the round of the town to-day about you."
"What's that?" asked William. "Not that I am dead, I suppose, or on my last legs?"
"Something better. That you are going to marry Sophy Glenn."
William looked all amazement, an amused smile stealing over his lips.
"Well, I never!" uttered he, using a phrase just then in vogue in Helstonleigh. "What has put that into the town's head?"
"You should best know that," said Captain Chambers. "Did you not, for one thing, beau Miss Sophy to a concert last night? Come, Master William! guilty or not guilty?"
"Guilty of the beauing," answered William. "I called on the Glenns yesterday evening, and found them starting for the concert; so I accompanied them. I did give my arm to Sophy."
"And whispered the sweet words, 'Will you be my charming wife?'"
"No, that I did not," said William, laughing. "And I dare say I shall never whisper them to any woman yet born: if it will give Helstonleigh satisfaction to know so much."
"You might go farther and fare worse, than in taking Sophy Glenn, I can tell you that, Master William," returned Captain Chambers. "Remember, she is the lucky one of three sisters, and had the benignant G.o.dmother.
Sophy Glenn counts five thousand pounds to her fortune."
When Captain Chambers took his departure, Mr. Ashley looked at William.
"I have heard Henry joke you about the Glenn girls--nice little girls they are too! Is there anything in it, William?"
"Sir! How can you ask such a thing?"
"I think, with Chambers, that a man might do worse than marry Sophy Glenn."
"So do I, sir. But I shall not be the man."
"Well, I think it is time you contemplated something of the sort. You will soon be thirty years of age."
"Yes, sir, but I do not intend to marry."
"Why not?" asked Mr. Ashley.
"Because--I fear my wishes would lead me to soar too high. That is, I--I--mean----" He stopped; and seemed to be falling into inextricable confusion. A notable thing for the self-possessed William Halliburton.
"Do you mean that you have an attachment in some quarter?" resumed Mr.
Ashley.
William's face turned fiery red. "I cannot deny it, sir," he answered, after considerable hesitation.
"And that she is above your reach?"
"Yes."
"In what manner? In position?--or by any insurmountable obstacle? I suppose she is not some one else's wife?"
William smiled. "Oh, no. In position."
"Shall I give you my opinion, William, without knowing the case in detail?"
William was standing at one corner of the mantel-piece, his arm leaning on its narrow shelf. He did not lift his eyes. "Yes, sir, if you please."
"Then I think there is scarcely any marriageable girl in the county, to whom you might not aspire, and in time win."
"Oh, Mr. Ashley!"
"Is it the daughter of the lord-lieutenant?"
William laughed.