mary spoke as one who is moved to the very core of her being. it was not merely a painful and unpleasant incident that faced her, but something in the nature of a great and overwhelming tragedy. the girl's pride was part of her being. she accepted it naturally, as in the order of establishing things. usually she was brave enough. she would have encountered any physical danger with coolness and courage, but the mere suggestion of this outrage frightened her.
well, she could look to her father for assistance. he had behaved with great fortitude during the recent interview with mayfield; indeed, it might be said that he emerged from the combat victoriously. doubtless, he could find some way out. the old blood had asserted itself before, and it could do it again.
"why are you so silent?" mary asked. "tell me what is to be done. a disgrace like that would be horrible--after such contamination, dashwood would never be the same to me again. father, you have found a way?"
but sir george made no reply. the bland and easy dignity had vanished, the suave smile with which he had greeted mayfield was not to be seen. he had suddenly become a poor feeble wreck of a man again, and he burst into senile tears. they were real tears, for mary could see them trickling down his face. she trembled with an alarm and anger that she had never felt before.
for tears formed no part of her woman's armour; she left them to children and the fretful mothers of the poor. in all the traditions of the house, there was no mention of tears. both men and women had met their misfortunes with hard faces and dry eyes. it had been left to mary to be ashamed of a male dashwood. perhaps there was something in the bitter scorn of her face that caused sir george furtively to remove the tell-tale drops.
"i'm not myself," he whined. "i have had a deal of trouble and mayfield is a great scoundrel. i had to have that money hurriedly--a disastrous speculation. if i had not been high up in the service of my country, it would not have mattered so much. but my creditors were pressing, and mayfield offered to help me. of course, he wanted what he called security. it seemed so natural when he explained to me. and all the time he wanted to get me into his power."
"oh, why go over the same ground again?" mary cried. "something must be done without delay. those horrible men must not come here."
"perhaps it was only a threat on mayfield's part," sir george said feebly.
"it was nothing of the kind and you know it, father. there was deadly malice in every word that he uttered. and before then you had got the better of him. you acted like a true dashwood--i was proud of you. and now you sit there, and, oh, i cannot bring myself to say the hateful word. why did you behave so nobly a little while ago, and so cowardly now? you seemed to have found a way out."
"i had," sir george whispered. "last night you left me in the depths of despair. i could not sleep, i could think of nothing but what you told me about ralph darnley. i wondered if perhaps he was secretly my enemy. then it occurred to me that he was looking for some papers in that old chest. i could not rest till i was satisfied; i also searched the old chest. and what did i find? i found the late sir ralph dashwood's will and i found his unhappy son's deed cutting off the entail. if no son of the second ralph turns up within the next six months, everything is mine. you can understand how the full force of that discovery overwhelmed me. here was a way out of all my difficulties. that is why i was in a position to face mayfield fearlessly this morning. within a week at the outside i could raise the money to be clear of him. i had quite forgotten the smaller item. i should have remembered it, i ought to have been smooth and smiling before mayfield's face until i was ready to be clear of him for ever. and now he can strike me a deadly blow before i am ready to meet it. of course the inconvenience----"
"inconvenience! can you speak of so disgraceful a thing by such a name? dearly as i love the old house, i would rather see it and all its treasures burnt to the ground. i could put the match to it myself."
mary's voice rang out with passionate anger. her blue eyes blazed. there was no trace of exaggeration in what she said, she would have been ready to carry out her threat.
"it won't last long," sir george muttered. "i'll go to london tomorrow and take those papers with me. as soon as they have been verified, the bank will advance me all i need. but business of this sort takes time. people are very chary of parting with their money unless it is well secured. probably by the end of the week----"
"the end of the week! and the blow may fall tonight! we must have that money now."
"impossible, my dear child. i'm afraid you do not appreciate the situation. when i came into the property i was heavily in debt. i had to pay off those debts; also i had to keep up the house in a way that befitted the traditions of the family. the consequence is that i am constantly overdrawn at my bank as far as the people there allow it. they don't like it, because they feel that if anything happened to me, or some son of young ralph dashwood came along, i should find myself not in--er--a position to meet all my liabilities. therefore, to go to them to raise this money would be worse than useless. i am afraid that we shall have to put up with the inconvenience till the end of the week, when those papers i found will have been properly verified."
mary restrained the passionate anger that flamed within her. it was a cruel blow to find her father so wanting in courage when the critical moment came. he was prepared to sit down and weep, when hourly the danger was drawing nearer. instinctively mary's thoughts went out to ralph darnley. he would not have taken the blow like this, though he had not the good fortune to call himself a dashwood. he would be up and doing. perhaps it would be as well to consult him and ask his advice. she felt ashamed of herself as the thought occurred to her. and yet she had no other friend in the world. despite her exalted position, mary was a very lonely girl.
what was the use of all her pride? this splendid isolation faded to ashes now that she was face to face with the task before her. evidently her father meant to do nothing, he would submit tamely to the degradation and wait for it to pass.
there were dead and gone dashwoods smiling, or simpering, or frowning from the walls--soldiers and statesmen, scholars, famous beauties, and not one of them had ever seen the tainting of the family name. it was left to sir george to submit tamely to that. mary could see that his eyes were still wet.
"something must be done," she said. "are there no jewels that one could turn into cash? strange that i have never given a thought before to the family jewels! but surely in a family like ours there must be historic diamonds and the like. did i not hear once from somebody that the dashwood emeralds are unique? i am told that it is no uncommon thing for great ladies to take these jewels to men in london who advance money on them. i have listened to such stories with incredulity--i begin to see now why things like this have to be done. let me have them and i will go to london this afternoon. my cheeks flame with shame when i think of it; but i suppose there are harder tests of one's endurance. where are they, father?"
"they are not here," he said. "i believe there are some magnificent heirlooms in the way of family gems, but they are not in my possession. you see we are merely a collateral branch of the old tree, so we have nothing to do with the jewels. at present i understand they are in the possession of the dowager lady dashwood. they came to her as a matter of right on her marriage, and i am told that she has retained them ever since. if her son had lived and come to the title and married, then his wife would have taken the stones as a matter of right, being the wife of the reigning head of the family. whether or not they would come to you on your marriage is another question. anyway, you would have the right of wearing them after the dowager dies. but this is a matter about which i know really nothing. as you are aware, my dear, lady dashwood does not like me. for some reason or another she has a violent prejudice against me, and she never asks me to the dower house if she can help it. of course with you the thing is different--she brought you up and regards you more or less as her own child. it is just possible that she may tide us over the difficulty."
"which means that you will go and ask her," mary said eagerly.
"by no means, my dear," sir george responded. "i could not stoop to ask a favour of that kind from any woman, however pressing the necessity. it seems to me to be more a question between one woman and another. now from you, the request would seem quite natural. if you care to undertake it----"
but mary heard no more. she could not trust herself to reply. slowly and coldly she walked from the room, her hands locked convulsively together. truly the family pride was a shattered reed to lean on, a skin deep thing after all. and the strong capable face of ralph darnley rose like a warm vision before her.
