Chapter 75
"I shall go back to town to-morrow. Having nothing to do with myself this evening, I thought I could not spend it better than with you. I am pleased to see that you are looking yourself."
"The warm weather seems to be doing me good," was Thomas G.o.dolphin's reply, a consciousness within him how little better he really was. "Why are you making so short a stay?"
"Well, as it turns out, my journey has been a superfluous one. Those bonds that you hold of mine brought me down," continued Lord Averil, little thinking that he was doing mischief by mentioning the subject to Mr. G.o.dolphin. "I am going to sell out, and came down to get them."
"Why did you not write?" said Thomas. "We could have sent them to you."
"I did write, a week or ten days ago, and your brother wrote me word in answer that the bonds should be sent--or something to that effect. But they never came. Having nothing much to do, I thought I would run down for them. I also wanted to see Max. But he is away."
"I believe he is," replied Thomas. "Have you got the bonds?"
"It has proved a useless journey, I say," replied Lord Averil. "The bonds, I find, are in town, at your agents'."
Thomas G.o.dolphin looked up with surprise. "They are not in town," he said. "What should bring them in town? Who told you that?"
"Your brother George."
"George told you the bonds were in town?" repeated Thomas, as if he could not believe his ears.
"He did indeed: not three hours ago. Why? Are they not in town?"
"Most certainly not. The bonds are in our strong-room, where they were first deposited. They have never been moved from it. What could George have been thinking of?"
"To tell you the truth, I did not fancy he appeared over-certain himself, where they were, whether here or in town," said Lord Averil.
"At length he remembered that they were in town: he said they had gone up with other deeds."
"He makes a mistake," said Thomas. "He must be confounding your bonds with some that we sent up the other day of Lord Cavemore's. And yet, I wonder that he should do so! Lord Cavemore's went up for a particular purpose, and George himself took the instructions. Lord Cavemore consulted him upon the business altogether."
"Then--if my bonds are here--can I have them at once?" asked Lord Averil.
"You can have them the instant the Bank opens to-morrow morning. In fact, you might have them to-night if George should happen to be at home. I am sorry you should have had any trouble about it."
Lord Averil smiled. "Speaking frankly, I do not fancy George is so much a man of business as you are. When I first asked for the bonds, nearly a month ago, he appeared to be quite at sea about them; not to know what I meant, or to remember
"Did you ask for the bonds a month ago?" exclaimed Thomas.
"About that time. It was when you were in London. George at last remembered."
"Did he not give them to you?"
"No. He said---- I almost forget what he said. That he did not know where to put his hands upon them, I think, in your absence."
Thomas felt vexed. He wondered what could have possessed George to behave in so unbusiness-like a way: or how it was possible for him to have blundered so about the bonds. But he would not blame his brother to Lord Averil. "You shall have the bonds the first thing in the morning,"
he said. "I will drop a note to George, reminding him where they are, in case I am not at the Bank early enough for you."
Unusually well felt Thomas G.o.dolphin that evening. He proceeded with Lord Averil to the drawing-room to his sisters; and a very pleasant hour or two they all spent together. Bessy laughed at Lord Averil a great deal about his proposed Canadian expedition, telling him she did not believe he seriously entertained it.
It was a genial night, soft, warm, and lovely, the moon bright again.
The church clocks at Prior's Ash were striking ten when Lord Averil rose to leave Ashlydyat. "If you will wait two minutes for me, I will go a little way with you," said Thomas G.o.dolphin.
He withdrew to another room, penned a line, and despatched it by a servant to the Bank. Then he rejoined Lord Averil, pa.s.sed his arm within his lords.h.i.+p's, and went out with him.
"Is this Canada project a joke?" asked he.
"Indeed, no. I have not quite made up my mind to go. I think I shall do so. If so, I shall be away in a week from this. Why should I not go? I have no settled home, no ties."
"Should you not--I beg your pardon, Averil--be the happier for a settled home? You might form ties. I think a roving life must be the least desirable one of all."
"It is one I was never fitted for. My inclination would lead me to home, to domestic happiness. But, as you know, I put that out of my power."
"For a time. But that is over. You might marry again."
"I do not suppose I ever shall," returned Lord Averil, feeling half prompted to tell his unsuspicious friend that his own sister was the barrier to his doing so. "_You_ have never married," he resumed, allowing the impulse to die away.
Thomas G.o.dolphin shook his head. "The cases are different," he said. "In your wife you lost one whom you could not regret----"
"Don't call her by that name, G.o.dolphin!" burst forth Lord Averil.
"And in Ethel I lost one who was all the world to me; who could never be replaced," Thomas went on, after a pause. "The cases are widely different."
"Ay, widely different," a.s.sented Lord Averil.
They walked on in silence, each buried in his own thoughts. At the commencement of the road, Lord Averil stopped and took Thomas G.o.dolphin's hand in his.
"You shall not come any farther with me."
Thomas stopped also. He had not intended to go farther. "You will really start for Canada?"
"I believe I shall."
"Take my blessing with you then, Averil. We may never meet again in this world."
"What?" exclaimed Lord Averil.
"The medical men entertain hopes that my life may not be terminated so speedily: _I_ believe that a few months will end it. I may not live to welcome you home."
It was the first intimation Lord Averil had received of Thomas G.o.dolphin's fatal malady. Thomas explained it to him. He was overwhelmed.
"Oh, my friend! my friend! Cannot death be defied, or coaxed to spare you?" he called out in his pain. How many have vainly echoed the same cry!
A few more words, a long grasp of the lingering hands, and they parted.
Thomas with a G.o.d-speed; Lord Averil with a different prayer--a G.o.d-_save_--upon his lips. The peer turned to Prior's Ash; Thomas G.o.dolphin towards home.
Not by the path he had come. He had brought Lord Averil down the broad entrance to Ashlydyat: he turned to go round the path by the ash-trees in front of the Dark Plain. Possibly he had a mind to see whether the Shadow was abroad to-night.
Before he had well turned the corner of the trees, or had given more than a glance to the black Shadow--for there it was--he heard hasty footsteps behind him. Looking round, he beheld Lord Averil. Softened by the parting, by the tidings he had heard, an impulse had taken Lord Averil that he would speak of Cecil: and he turned back to do so.
"G.o.dolphin, I---- What's that?"