the question which disturbed frances, which nobody knew or cared for, was just as little likely to gain attention next day as it had been on the evening of mr winterbourn’s death. lady markham returned to nelly before breakfast; she was with her most of the day; and markham, though he lent an apparent attention to what frances said to him, was still far too much absorbed in his own subject to be easily moved by hers. “gaunt? oh, he is all right,” he said.
“will you speak to him, markham? will you warn him? mr ramsay says he is losing all his money; and i know, oh markham, i know that he has not much to lose.”
“claude is a little meddler. i assure you, fan, gaunt knows his own affairs best.{v3-168}”
“no,” cried frances: “when i tell you, markham, when i tell you! that they are quite poor, really poor—not like you.”
“i have told you, my little dear, that i am the poorest beggar in london.”
“oh markham! and you drive about in hansoms, and smoke cigars, all day.”
“well, my dear, what would you have me do? keep on trudging through the mud, which would waste all my time; or get on the knife-board of an omnibus? well, these are the only alternatives. the omnibuses have their recommendation—they are fun; but after a while, society in that development palls upon the intelligent observer. what do you want me to do, fan? come, i have a deal on my mind; but to please you, and to make you hold your tongue, if there is anything i can do, i will try.”
“you can do everything, markham. warn him that he is wasting his money—that he is spending what belongs to the old people—that he is making himself wretched. oh, don’t laugh, markham! oh, if i were in your place! i know what i should do—i would{v3-169} get him to go home, instead of going to—those places.”
“which places, fan?”
“oh,” cried the girl, exasperated to tears, “how can i tell?—the places you know—the places you have taken him to, markham—places where, if the poor general knew it, or mrs gaunt——”
“there you are making a mistake, little fan. the good people would think their son was in very fine company. if he tells them the names of the persons he meets, they will think——”
“then you know they will think wrong, markham!” she cried, almost with violence, keeping herself with a most strenuous effort from an outburst of indignant weeping. he did not reply at once; and she thought he was about to consider the question on its merits, and endeavour to find out what he could do. but she was undeceived when he spoke.
“what day did you say, fan, the funeral was to be?” he asked, with the air of a man who has escaped from an unwelcome intrusion to the real subject of his thoughts.
sir thomas found her alone, flushed and{v3-170} miserable, drying her tears with a feverish little angry hand. she was very much alone during these days, when lady markham was so often with nelly winterbourn. sir thomas was pleased to find her, having also an object of his own. he soothed her, when he saw that she had been crying. “never mind me,” he said; “but you must not let other people see that you are feeling it so much: for you cannot be supposed to take any particular interest in winterbourn: and people will immediately suppose that you and your mother are troubled about the changes that must take place in the house.”
“i was not thinking at all of mrs winterbourn,” cried frances, with indignation.
“no, my dear; i knew you could not be. don’t let any one but me see you crying. lady markham will feel the marriage dreadfully, i know. but now is our time for our grand coup.”
“what grand coup?” the girl said, with an astonished look.
“have you forgotten what i said to you at the priory? one of the chief objects of my{v3-171} life is to bring waring back. it is intolerable to think that a man of his abilities should be banished for ever, and lost not only to his country but his kind. even if he were working for the good of the race out there—— but he is doing nothing but antiquities, so far as i can hear, and there are plenty of antiquarians good for nothing else. frances, we must have him home.”
“home!” she said. her heart went back with a bound to the rooms in the palazzo with all the green persiani shut, and everything dark and cool: it was getting warm in london, but there were no such precautions taken. and the loggia at night, with the palm-trees waving majestically their long drooping fans, and the soft sound of the sea coming over the houses of the marina—ah, and the happy want of thought, the pleasant vacancy, in which nothing ever happened! she drew a long breath. “i ought not to say so, perhaps; but when you say home——”
“you think of the place where you were brought up? that is quite natural. but it would not be the same to him. he was not{v3-172} brought up there; he can have nothing to interest him there. depend upon it, he must very often wish that he could pocket his pride and come back. we must try to get him back, frances. don’t you think, my dear, that we could manage it, you and i?”
frances shook her head, and said she did not know. “but i should be very glad—oh, very glad: if i am to stay here,” she said.
“of course you would be glad; and of course you are to stay here. you could not leave your poor mother by herself. and now that markham—now that probably everything will be changed for markham—— if markham were out of the way, it would be so much easier; for, you know, he always was the stumbling-block. she would not let waring manage him, and she could not manage him herself.”
frances was so far instructed in what was going on around her, that she knew how important in markham’s history the death of mr winterbourn had been; but it was not a subject on which she could speak. she said: “i am very sorry papa did not like markham. it{v3-173} does not seem possible not to like markham. but i suppose gentlemen—— oh, sir thomas, if he were here, i would ask papa to do something for me; but now i don’t know who to ask to help me—if anything can be done.”
“is it something i can do?”
“i think,” she said, “any one that was kind could do it; but only not a girl. girls are good for so little. do you remember captain gaunt, who came to town a few weeks ago? sir thomas, i have heard that something has happened to captain gaunt. i don’t know how to tell you. perhaps you will think that it is not my business; but don’t you think it is your friend’s business, when you get into trouble? don’t you think that—that people who know you—who care a little for you—should always be ready to help?”
“that is a hard question to put to me. in the abstract, yes; but in particular cases—— is it captain gaunt for whom you care a little?”
frances hesitated a moment, and then she answered boldly: “yes—at least i care for his people a great deal. and he has come home{v3-174} from india, not very strong; and he knew nothing about—about what you call society; no more than i did. and now i hear that he is—i don’t know how to tell you, sir thomas—losing all his money (and he has not any money) in the places where markham goes—in the places that markham took him to. oh, wait till i have told you everything, sir thomas! they are not rich people,—not like any of you here. markham says he is poor——”
“so he is, frances.”
“ah,” she cried, with hasty contempt, “but you don’t understand! he may not have much money; but they—they live in a little house with two maids and toni. they have no luxuries or grandeur. when they take a drive in old luca’s carriage, it is something to think about. all that is quite, quite different from you people here. don’t you see, sir thomas, don’t you see? and captain gaunt has been—oh, i don’t know how it is—losing his money; and he has not got any—and he is miserable—and i cannot get any one to take an interest, to tell him—to warn him, to get him to give up{v3-175}——”
“did he tell you all this himself?” said sir thomas, gravely.
“oh no, not a word. it was mr ramsay who told me; and when i begged him to say something, to warn him——”
“he could not do that. there he was quite right; and you were quite wrong, if you will let me say so. it is too common a case, alas! i don’t know what any one can do.”
“oh, sir thomas! if you will think of the old general and his mother, who love him more than all the rest—for he is the youngest. oh, won’t you do something, try something, to save him?” frances clasped her hands, as if in prayer. she raised her eyes to his face with such an eloquence of entreaty, that his heart was touched. not only was her whole soul in the petition for the sake of him who was in peril, but it was full of boundless confidence and trust in the man to whom she appealed. the other plea might have failed; but this last can scarcely fail to affect the mind of any individual to whom it is addressed.
sir thomas put his hand on her shoulder with fatherly tenderness. “my dear little girl,{v3-176}” he said, “what do you think i can do? i don’t know what i can do. i am afraid i should only make things worse, were i to interfere.”
“no, no. he is not like that. he would know you were a friend. he would be thankful. and oh, how thankful, how thankful i should be!”
“frances, do you take, then, so great an interest in this young man? do you want me to look after him for your sake?”
she looked at him hastily with an eager “yes”—then paused a little, and looked again with a dawning understanding which brought the colour to her cheek. “you mean something more than i mean,” she said, a little troubled. “but yet, if you will be kind to george gaunt, and try to help him, for my sake—— yes, oh, yes! why should i refuse? i would not have asked you if i had not thought that perhaps you would do it—for me.”
“i would do a great deal for you; for your mother’s daughter, much; and for poor waring’s child; and again, for yourself. but, frances, a young man who is so weak, who falls into temptation in this way—my dear, you must{v3-177} let me say it—he is not a mate for such as you.”
“for me? oh no. no one thought—no one ever thought——” cried frances hastily. “sir thomas, i hear mamma coming, and i do not want to trouble her, for she has so much to think of? will you? oh, promise me. look for him to-night; oh, look for him to-night!”
“you are so sure that i can be of use?” the trust in her eyes was so genuine, so enthusiastic, that he could not resist that flattery. “yes, i will try. i will see what it is possible to do. and you, frances, remember you are pledged, too; you are to do everything you can for me.”
he was patting her on the shoulder, looking down upon her with very friendly tender eyes, when lady markham came in. she was a little startled by the group; but though she was tired and discomposed and out of heart, she was not so preoccupied but what her quick mind caught a new suggestion from it. sir thomas was very rich. he had been devoted to herself, in all honour and kindness, for many years. what if frances——? a whole train of new ideas burst into her mind on the moment, al{v3-178}though she had thought, as she came in, that in the present chaos and hurry of her spirits she had room for nothing more.
“you look,” she said with a smile, “as if you were settling something. what is it? an alliance, a league?”
“offensive and defensive,” said sir thomas. “we have given each other mutual commissions, and we are great friends, as you see. but these are our little secrets, which we don’t mean to tell. how is nelly, lady markham? and is it all right about the will?”
“the will is the least of my cares. i could not inquire into that, as you may suppose; nor is there any need, so far as i know. nelly is quite enough to have on one’s hands, without thinking of the will. she is very nervous and very headstrong. she would have rushed away out of the house, if i had not used—almost force. she cannot bear to be under the same roof with death.”
“it was the old way. i scarcely wonder, for my part: for it was never pretended, i suppose, that there was any love in the matter.”
“oh no” (lady markham looked at her own{v3-179} elderly knight and at her young daughter, and said to herself, what if frances——?); “there was no love. but she has always been very good, and done her duty by him—that, everybody will say.”
“poor nelly!—that is quite true. but still i should not like, if i were such a fool as to marry a young wife, to have her do her duty to me in that way.”
“you would be very different,” said lady markham with a smile. “i should not think you a fool at all; and i should think her a lucky woman.” she said this with nelly winterbourn’s voice still ringing in her ears.
“happily, i am not going to put it to the test. now, i must go—to look after your affairs, miss frances; and remember that you are pledged to look after mine in return.”
lady markham looked after him very curiously as he went away. she thought, as women so often think, that men were very strange, inscrutable—“mostly fools,” at least in one way. to think that perhaps little frances—— it would be a great match, greater than claude ramsay—as good in one point of view, and in{v3-180} other respects far better than nelly st john’s great marriage with the rich mr winterbourn. “i am glad you like him so much, frances,” she said. “he is not young—but he has every other quality; as good as ever man was, and so considerate and kind. you may take him into your confidence fully.” she waited a moment to see if the child had anything to say; then, too wise to force or precipitate matters, went on: “poor nelly gives me great anxiety, frances. i wish the funeral were over, and all well. her nerves are in such an excited state, one can’t feel sure what she may do or say. the servants and people happily think it grief; but to see sarah winterbourn looking at her fills me with fright, i can’t tell why. she doesn’t think it is grief. and how should it be? a dreadful, cold, always ill, repulsive man. but i hope she may be kept quiet, not to make a scandal until after the funeral at least. i don’t know what she said to you, my love, that day; but you must not pay any attention to what a woman says in such an excited state. her marriage has been unfortunate (which is a thing that may happen in any circumstances), not because{v3-181} mr winterbourn was such a good match, but because he was such a disagreeable man.”
frances, who had no clue to her mother’s thoughts, or to any appropriateness in this short speech, had little interest in it. she said, somewhat stiffly, that she was sorry for poor mrs winterbourn—but much more sorry for her own mother, who was having so much trouble and anxiety. lady markham smiled upon her, and kissed her tenderly. it was a relief to her mind, in the midst of all those anxious questions, to have a new channel for her thoughts; and upon this new path she threw herself forth in the fulness of a lively imagination, leaving fact far behind, and even probability. she was indeed quite conscious of this, and voluntarily permitted herself the pleasant exercise of building a new castle in the air. little frances! and she said to herself there would be no drawback in such a case. it would be the finest match of the season; and no mother need fear to trust her daughter in sir thomas’s hands.
sir thomas came back next morning when lady markham was again absent. he informed{v3-182} frances that he had gone to several places where he was told captain gaunt was likely to be found, and had seen markham as usual “frittering himself away;” but gaunt had nowhere been visible. “some one said he had fallen ill. if that is so, it is the best thing that could happen. one has some hope of getting hold of him so.” but where did he live? that was the question. markham did not know, nor any one about. that was the first thing to be discovered, sir thomas said. for the first time, frances appreciated her mother’s business-like arrangements for her great correspondence, which made an address-book so necessary. she found gaunt’s address there; and passed the rest of the day in anxiety, which she could confide to no one, learning for the first time those tortures of suspense which to so many women form a great part of existence. frances thought the day would never end. it was so much the more dreadful to her that she had to shut it all up in her own bosom, and endeavour to enter into other anxieties, and sympathise with her mother’s continual panic as to what nelly winterbourn might do. the{v3-183} house altogether was in a state of suppressed excitement; even the servants—or perhaps the servants most keenly of any, with their quick curiosity and curious divination of any change in the atmosphere of a family—feeling the thrill of approaching revolution. frances with her private preoccupation was blunted to this; but when sir thomas arrived in the evening, it was all she could do to curb herself and keep within the limits of ordinary rule. she sprang up, indeed, when she heard his step on the stair, and went off to the further corner of the room, where she could read his face out of the dimness before he spoke; and where, perhaps, he might seek her, and tell her, under some pretence. these movements were keenly noted by her mother, as was also the alert air of sir thomas, and his interest and activity, though he looked very grave. but frances did not require to wait for the news she looked for so anxiously.
“yes, i am very serious,” sir thomas said, in answer to lady markham’s question. “i have news to tell you which will shock you. your poor young friend gaunt—captain{v3-184} gaunt—wasn’t he a friend of yours?—is lying dangerously ill of fever in a poor little set of lodgings he has got. he is far too ill to know me or say anything to me; but so far as i can make out, it has something to do with losses at play.”
lady markham turned pale with alarm and horror. “oh, i have always been afraid of this! i had a presentiment,” she cried. then rallying a little: “but, sir thomas, no one thinks now that fever is brought on by mental causes. it must be bad water or defective drainage.”
“it may be—anything; i can’t tell; i am no doctor. but the fact is, the young fellow is lying delirious, raving. i heard him myself—about stakes and chances and losses, and how he will make it up to-morrow. there are other things too. he seems to have had hard lines, poor fellow, if all is true.”
frances had rushed forward, unable to restrain herself. “oh, his mother, his mother—we must send for his mother,” she cried.
“i will go and see him to-morrow,” said lady markham. “i had a presentiment. he{v3-185} has been on my mind ever since i saw him first. i blame myself for losing sight of him. but to-morrow——”
“to-morrow—to-morrow; that is what the poor fellow says.{v3-186}”
