THAT took place upon a Tuesday.On the Thursday following, as Dick was walking by appointment, earlier than usual, in the direction of the cottage, he was appalled to meet in the lane a fly from Thymebury, containing the human form of Miss M'Glashan.The lady did not deign to remark him in her passage; her face was suffused with tears, and expressed much concern for the packages by which she was surrounded.He stood still, and asked himself what this circumstance might portend.It was so beautiful a day that he was loth to forecast evil, yet something must perforce have happened at the cottage, and that of a decisive nature; for here was Miss M'Glashan on her travels, with a small patrimony in brown paper parcels, and the old lady's bearing implied hot battle and unqualified defeat.Was the house to be closed against him? Was Esther left alone, or had some new protector made his appearance from among the millions of Europe? It is the character of love to loathe the near relatives of the loved one; chapters in the history of the human race have justified this feeling, and the conduct of uncles, in particular, has frequently met with censure from the independent novelist.
Miss M'Glashan was now seen in the rosy colours of regret;whoever succeeded her, Dick felt the change would be for the worse.He hurried forward in this spirit; his anxiety grew upon him with every step; as he entered the garden a voice fell upon his ear, and he was once more arrested, not this time by doubt, but by indubitable certainty of ill.
The thunderbolt had fallen; the Admiral was here.
Dick would have retreated, in the panic terror of the moment;but Esther kept a bright look-out when her lover was expected.In a twinkling she was by his side, brimful of news and pleasure, too glad to notice his embarrassment, and in one of those golden transports of exultation which transcend not only words but caresses.She took him by the end of the fingers (reaching forward to take them, for her great preoccupation was to save time), she drew him towards her, pushed him past her in the door, and planted him face to face with Mr.Van Tromp, in a suit of French country velveteens and with a remarkable carbuncle on his nose.
Then, as though this was the end of what she could endure in the way of joy, Esther turned and ran out of the room.
The two men remained looking at each other with some confusion on both sides.Van Tromp was naturally the first to recover; he put out his hand with a fine gesture.
'And you know my little lass, my Esther?' he said.'This is pleasant; this is what I have conceived of home.A strange word for the old rover; but we all have a taste for home and the home-like, disguise it how we may.It has brought me here, Mr.Naseby,' he concluded, with an intonation that would have made his fortune on the stage, so just, so sad, so dignified, so like a man of the world and a philosopher, 'and you see a man who is content.'
'I see,' said Dick.
'Sit down,' continued the parasite, setting the example.
'Fortune has gone against me.(I am just sirrupping a little brandy - after my journey.) I was going down, Mr.Naseby;between you and me, I was DECAVE; I borrowed fifty francs, smuggled my valise past the concierge - a work of considerable tact - and here I am!'
'Yes,' said Dick; 'and here you are.' He was quite idiotic.
Esther, at this moment, re-entered the room.
'Are you glad to see him?' she whispered in his ear, the pleasure in her voice almost bursting through the whisper into song.
'Oh yes,' said Dick, 'very.'
'I knew you would be,' she replied; 'I told him how you loved him.'
'Help yourself,' said the Admiral, 'help yourself; and let us drink to a new existence.'
'To a new existence,' repeated Dick; and he raised the tumbler to his lips, but set it down untasted.He had had enough of novelties for one day.
Esther was sitting on a stool beside her father's feet, holding her knees in her arms, and looking with pride from one to the other of her two visitors.Her eyes were so bright that you were never sure if there were tears in them or not; little voluptuous shivers ran about her body;sometimes she nestled her chin into her throat, sometimes threw back her head, with ecstasy; in a word, she was in that state when it is said of people that they cannot contain themselves for happiness.It would be hard to exaggerate the agony of Richard.
And, in the meantime, Van Tromp ran on interminably.
'I never forget a friend,' said he, 'nor yet an enemy: of the latter, I never had but two - myself and the public; and Ifancy I have had my vengeance pretty freely out of both.' He chuckled.'But those days are done.Van Tromp is no more.
He was a man who had successes; I believe you knew I had successes - to which we shall refer no farther,' pulling down his neckcloth with a smile.'That man exists no more: by an exercise of will I have destroyed him.There is something like it in the poets.First, a brilliant and conspicuous career - the observed, I may say, of all observers, including the bum-bailie: and then, presto! a quiet, sly, old, rustic BONHOMME, cultivating roses.In Paris, Mr.Naseby - '
'Call him Richard, father,' said Esther.
