Chapter 73
The Rector answered the question in a tone of rebuke. "When he shall be of an age to choose, should he evince liking and fitness for the Church, then he is to be allowed to enter it. Not otherwise, Maria."
"How is the property left?" asked George.
"It is to be invested, and the interest devoted to the education and maintenance of the three, the boy being allowed a larger share of the interest than the girls. When the youngest, the boy, shall be of age, the princ.i.p.al is to be divided equally between them. Such are the terms of the will."
"What is it to be invested in?"
"The funds, I suppose. It is left to the discretion of myself and Mr.
Harknar. I shall let him decide: he is more of a man of business than I am."
So they talked on. When Mr. Hastings, a short while before, had found himself left guardian and co-trustee to the children of a friend just deceased, his first impulse had been to decline the trust. Eventually he had accepted it. The other gentleman named, Mr. Harknar, had gone on business to one of the Ionian Islands, but he was now shortly expected home.
An hour the Rector sat with them, talking of the orphaned Chisholms, and of other matters. When he took his departure, George went again into the Bank, and sat down to work at his books by the light of the shaded lamp.
He was certainly more attentive to business by night than by day.
CHAPTER XI.
THOSE BONDS AGAIN!
Once more--it was the afternoon of the day following that evening visit of All Souls' Rector to the Bank--Isaac Hastings entered the manager's room to announce a visitor to Mr. George G.o.dolphin. Lord Averil.
George looked up: a startled expression crossing his face. It was instantly suppressed: but, not for his very life could he have helped its appearance in the first moment.
"When did _he_ come to Prior's Ash?"
"I don't know," replied Isaac. "I told him I was not sure but you were engaged, sir. I had thought Mr. Arkwright was with you. Lord Averil asked me to come and see: he particularly wishes to see you, he says."
"I am engaged," replied George, catching at the excuse as a drowning man catching at a straw. "That is"--taking out his watch--"I have not time now to see him. Tell Lord Averil I am particularly engaged."
"Very well, sir."
Isaac went out with the message, and Lord Averil departed, merely saying that he would call again. The reappearance of Charlotte Pain's husband could not have brought more dire dismay to that lady, than did this reappearance of Lord Averil's at Prior's Ash, bring to George G.o.dolphin.
Did he think Lord Averil would never favour Prior's Ash with his presence again? It is hard to say what foolish thing he thought. Lord Averil had been in town for the last month. Once during that time, he had written to have those deposited deeds sent up to him, about which he had spoken to Mr. George G.o.dolphin. George had answered the letter with some well-framed excuse. But now here was Lord Averil again at Prior's Ash--and at the Bank! Doubtless once more in quest of his deeds.
George G.o.dolphin put his hand to his weary brow. His ever-constant belief was, that he should get straight in time. In time. To his sanguine temperament, time would prove the panacea for all his ills. If he could only avert present difficulties, time would do the rest. That
He pressed his hand upon his weary brow, his brain within working tumultuously. If he must see Lord Averil--and there could be no escape--what should be his plea for the non-production of those deeds?
It must be a plausible one. His thoughts were interrupted by a rap at the door.
"Come in," cried George, in a sadly hopeless tone. Was it Lord Averil again?
It was only a note. A three-cornered miniature thing fastened with a silver wafer. No business communication that. George knew the writing well.
"DEAR MR. GEORGE,
"Will you ride with me to-day at half-past three instead of four? I will tell you my reason then. Lord A. is back again.
"Yours, "C. P."
George tore the note into fragments and flung them into the paper-basket. It was ten minutes past three. Glad of any excuse to be out of business and its cares, he hastened things away in his room, and left it. There were moments when George was tempted heartily to wish himself out of it for good, safe in some unapproachable island, too remote from civilization to be visited by the world. But he did not see his way clear to get there.
Look at him as he rides through the town, Charlotte by his side, and the two grooms behind them! Look at his fine bay horse, his gentlemanly figure!--look at his laughing blue eyes, his wavy golden hair, at the gay smiles on his lips as he turns to Charlotte! Can you fancy _care_ an inmate of that man's breast? Prior's Ash did not. They were only content to admire and to envy their handsome and most attractive banker, George G.o.dolphin.
They rode by the Bank. It was not often--indeed it was very rarely--that they pa.s.sed it in their rides. There were plenty of other ways, without choosing that one. George never would have chosen it: perhaps he had the grace to think that his frequent rides with Mrs. Charlotte Pain need not be paraded so conspicuously before the windows of his wife. Charlotte, however, had a will of her own, and sometimes she chose to exercise it.
As good luck had it, or ill luck, or no luck at all, Maria happened to be at the drawing-room window to-day. Some ladies were paying her a visit, and Meta--who was sometimes indulged, as an only child is indulged--made one in the drawing-room. She caught sight of her papa, forthwith climbed upon a chair to see him better, and leaned from the open window, clapping her hands. "Papa! papa!"
Maria sprang to hold her in. She was a child who had little sense of danger. Had George held out his arms then, and said, "Jump out to me, Meta," she would have taken the leap fearlessly. Maria caught her round the waist, and the visitors came forward to see.
Charlotte threw up a triumphant glance. One of those curiously triumphant glances that she was rather fond of giving Mrs. George G.o.dolphin. Maria bowed gravely. An idea--a faint idea, glancing at no ill--had been growing over her lately that her husband pa.s.sed more time with Charlotte Pain than was absolutely necessary. George smiled at his wife, lifted his hat to the ladies at her side, and waved a kiss to Meta.
The red blood had mantled to his cheek. At what? At Charlotte's triumphantly saucy look--which he had not failed to catch--or at his wife's grave one? Or at the sight of a gentleman who stood on the pavement, saluting them as they pa.s.sed? It was the Viscount Averil.
George saluted again, and rode on with a smooth brow and a face bright as day.
Considerably later; just before five, in fact, when the Bank closed, Lord Averil presented himself at it again. Had Mr. George G.o.dolphin returned? If so, could he see him?
Mr. George had not come in. Mr. Hurde came forward and inquired if it was anything that he could do for his lords.h.i.+p.
Lord Averil had known Mr. Hurde a long while. He had seen him in his place there as long as he had banked with G.o.dolphin, Crosse, and G.o.dolphin. He supposed he was a confidential clerk: and, in point of fact, Mr. Hurde was so to a great extent.
"You hold some bonds of mine," said Lord Averil. "Bonds of some stock which Sir George G.o.dolphin purchased for me. Did you know anything of it?"
"I remember the transaction quite well, my lord," replied Mr. Hurde.
"I want the bonds delivered up to me. Can I have them?"
"Certainly. Your lords.h.i.+p can have them whenever you please. They are in your case, in the strong-room."
"I should have liked them to-day, if possible," replied Lord Averil.
"There will be no difficulty at all, my lord. Mr. George G.o.dolphin can deliver them to you as soon as he comes in."
"Will he be in soon, think you?"
"He is sure not to be very long, my lord. I have to see him before I leave."
"Then I think I'll wait," said Lord Averil.
He was shown into the Bank parlour, and left there. At five the clerks quitted the Bank: it was usual for them to do so. Mr. Hurde waited. In about a quarter of an hour George entered.
A few minutes given to the business for which Mr. Hurde had remained, and then he spoke. "Lord Averil is waiting to see you, sir."
"Lord Averil?" cried George, in a hasty tone. "Waiting now?"