But the more she thought of it the less likely it seemed that he could possibly understand. She felt sick with apprehension, recalling his stern words. He had asked her if she was quite sure she had handed all her bills to him; he had warned her of the awful consequences if he found she had lied to him; and although he had certainly begged her, later, not to be afraid of him, it was not to be expected that he would greet with equanimity the intelligence that his wife had overlooked a bill for three hundred and thirty-five guineas. It even seemed improbable that he would believe she really had overlooked it. She herself was aghast at her carelessness. She was so sure that she had given the bill to Cardross with all the others collected from a drawer crammed with them that her first thought on seeing Madame Lavalle’s renewed demand was that that exclusive modiste had erred. But an agitated search had brought the previous demand to light, wedged at the very back of the drawer. It was by far the heaviest single item amongst her debts, casting into the shade the milliner’s bill which had staggered Cardross. What he would say she dared not consider, even less what he might do. At the best he must believe her to be woefully extravagant (which, indeed, she knew she had been), and he would be very angry, though forgiving. At the worst – but to speculate on what he might do at the worst was so fatal to resolution that she would not let herself do it.
With a childlike hope of pleasing him, she had arrayed herself in a gown which she knew (on the authority of that arbiter of taste, Mr Hethersett) became her to admiration. It had instantly won for her a charming compliment, and she was now able to reply, not without pride: ‘No, no, it is paid for!’ She added honestly, after a moment’s reflection: ‘You paid for it!’
‘It is a great satisfaction to me to know that I didn’t waste my money,’ he said gravely, but with laughter in his eyes.
This was a much more promising start to the interview than she had expected. She smiled shyly at him, and was just about to embark on a painful explanation of her new embarrassment when he said: ‘Are you Letty’s envoy, then? I own, I might listen with more patience to you than to her, but on this subject I am determined to remain adamant!’
Not sorry to be diverted from her real errand, she said: ‘Of course, I do see that it would be throwing herself away quite shockingly, but I believe you will be obliged, in the end, to consent. Well, I thought myself that it was just a fancy that would pass when she had seen more of society, and had met other gentlemen, but it isn’t so, Cardross! She hasn’t swerved from her devotion to Mr Allandale, even though she has been made up to by I don’t know how many others – and all of them,’ she added reflectively, ‘of far greater address than poor Mr Allandale!’
‘Nell!’ he interrupted. ‘Can you tell me what she perceives in that dead bore to dote upon?’
She shook her head. ‘No, there is no accounting for it,’ she replied. ‘She doesn’t know either, which is what makes me feel that it is a case of true love, and certainly no passing fancy.’
‘They are totally unsuited!’ he said impatiently. ‘She would ruin him in a year, what’s more! She is as extravagant as you are, my love!’ He saw the stricken look in her face, the colour ebbing from her cheeks, and instantly said: ‘What an unhandsome thing to say to you! I beg your pardon: that is all forgotten – a page which we have stuck down, and shan’t read again. My dear Nell, if you could but have heard that absurd young man addressing me in flowing periods this morning! Do you know that he proposed in all seriousness to carry Letty off to Brazil?’
Her thoughts were very far from Letty’s affairs, but she answered mechanically: ‘Yes, she told me of his appointment.’
He regarded her with a slight crease between his brows. ‘You are looking very troubled, Nell. Why? Are you taking this nonsense to heart?’
Now, if ever, was the moment to tell him that the page had not yet been stuck down. The words refused to be uttered. She said instead: ‘I can’t help but be sorry for them. I know it is a bad match, and indeed, Cardross, I understand what your sentiments must be.’
‘I imagine you might! To be wishing Letty joy of a shockingly bad bargain would be fine conduct in a guardian! To own the truth, I wish I were not her guardian – or that I had never permitted her aunt to take charge of her. That woman wants both manner and sense, and, as far as I can discover, reared her own daughters as well as my sister in a scrambling way, encouraging them in every extravagant folly, and allowing them to set up their flirts when they should have been in the schoolroom!’
‘Well, yes,’ admitted Nell. ‘I don’t like to abuse her, for she is always very civil and goodnatured, but she does seem to be sadly shatterbrained! But I can’t suppose that she encouraged Mr Allandale, for she doesn’t at all wish Letty to marry him, you know. She talked to me about it the other evening, at the Westburys’ drum, and she seemed to feel just as she ought.’ She paused, considering this. ‘At least,’ she amended, ‘just as you think she ought, Cardross.’
He was amused. ‘Indeed! But not as you think, I collect?’
‘Well, not precisely,’ she temporized. ‘I must say, it has me quite in a puzzle to understand how it comes about that such a lively girl should fall in love with Mr Allandale, for he is not at all sportive, and he doesn’t seem to have more than common sense, besides having such very formal manners, – but – but there is nothing in his disposition to make him ineligible, is there? I mean, it isn’t as if she wished to marry someone like Sir Jasper Lydney, or young Brixworth. And one wouldn’t have felt the least surprise if she had, because they have both been dangling after her ever since she came out, and no one can deny that they have very engaging manners, in spite of being such shocking rakes! You would not have liked her to marry either of them!’
‘I should not, but there is a vast gulf between Brixworth and Allandale, my love! As for eligibility, though there may be nothing in Allandale’s disposition to dislike, there is nothing in his circumstances to recommend him. He has neither rank nor fortune.’
‘Letty doesn’t care for rank, and she has fortune,’ Nell pointed out.
‘Unequal marriages rarely prosper. Letty may imagine she doesn’t care for rank: she doesn’t know how it would be to marry a man out of her own order.’
Nell wrinkled her brow over this. ‘But, Giles, I think she does know!’ she objected. ‘For it is not as if she had been accustomed all her life to move only in circles of high fashion. Mrs Thorne is perfectly respectable, but not at all exclusive, and you yourself told me that Letty’s mama was not of the first rank.’
‘You are a persuasive advocate, Nell! But I must hold to my opinion – and to what I conceive to be my duty. I have said that I won’t withhold my consent, if both are of the same mind when Allandale returns from Brazil, and that must suffice them. I shan’t conceal from you that I hope Letty, by that time, will have transferred her affections to some more worthy object.’
‘You want her to make a good match, don’t you?’
‘Is that so wonderful?’
‘Oh, no! Perhaps, if she doesn’t see Mr Allandale for some years, she will do so. Only – only – it would be so very melancholy!’
‘My dear child, why?’
She tried haltingly to express the thought in her mind. ‘She loves him so much! And I cannot think that she would be happy if she married – only to oblige her family!’
His brows had drawn together. He said harshly: ‘As you did?’
She stared at him almost uncomprehendingly. ‘As – as I did?’ she faltered.
A smile, not a very pleasant smile, curled his lips. ‘Had I not been possessed of a large fortune, you wouldn’t have married me, would you, Nell?’
She was conscious of a pain at her heart, but she heard him without resentment. She thought of her debts, and of those mysterious Settlements, and could only be thankful that she had not disclosed to him Madame Lavalle’s bill. Its existence weigh
ed so heavily upon her conscience that she found herself unable to utter a word. A deep flush stained her cheeks, and her eyes, after a hurt moment, dropped from his.
‘You must forgive me!’ His voice had an ironical inflexion that made her wince. ‘My want of delicacy sinks me quite below reproach, doesn’t it? I fancy it gave Allandale a disgust of me too.’
She managed to say, in a stifled tone: ‘I didn’t think – I didn’t know about your fortune!’
‘Didn’t you?’ he said lightly. ‘How charming of you, my dear! Your manners make mine appear sadly vulgar. Don’t look so distressed! I am persuaded no man ever had so beautiful, so polite, or so amiable a wife as I have!’ He glanced at his watch. ‘I must go. I don’t know what nonsense Letty may have taken into her head, but I hope I may trust you not to encourage her in it. Happily, it appears to be out of Allandale’s power to marry her without a substantial portion. She’s under age, of course, but I’d as lief not be saddled with that kind of a scandal!’
A smile, a brief bow, and he was gone, leaving her with her brain in a whirl. There was little thought of Letty in it. For the first time in their dealings Cardross had hinted that he had looked for more than complaisance in his wife; and his words, with their edge of bitterness, had made Nell’s heart leap. It was almost sacrilege to doubt Mama, but was it, in fact, possible that Mama had been wrong?
She went slowly upstairs, to be pounced on by Letty, bursting with indignation, and the desire to unburden herself. She listened with half an ear to that impassioned damsel, saying yes, and no, at suitable moments, but assimilating little of the molten discourse beyond the warning that her sister-in-law would be forced to take desperate measures if Cardross continued on his present tyrannical course. Before it had dawned on Letty that she had no very attentive auditor to the tale of her wrongs a message was brought up to the drawing-room that the Misses Thorne had called to take up their cousin on a visit to some exhibition.
Nell soon found herself alone, and at leisure to consider her own problems. These very soon resolved themselves into one problem only: how to pay for a court dress of Chantilly lace without applying to Cardross. If Cardross had offered for her hand not as a matter of convenience but for love, this was of vital importance. Nothing could more surely confirm his suspicion than to be confronted with that bill; and any attempt to tell him that she had fallen in love with him at their first meeting must seem to him a piece of quite contemptible cajolery.
No solution to the difficulty had presented itself to her by the time the butler came to inform her that the barouche had been driven up to the door, and awaited her convenience. She was tempted to send it away again, and was only prevented from doing so by the recollection that civility obliged her to make a formal call in Upper Berkeley Street, to enquire after the progress of an ailing acquaintance.
She directed the coachman, on the way back, to drive to Bond Street, where she had a few trifling purchases to make; and there, strolling along, with his beaver set at a rakish angle on his golden head, and his shapely legs swathed in pantaloons of an aggressive yellow, she saw her brother.
The Viscount had never been known to extricate himself from his various embarrassments, much less anyone else; but to his adoring sister he appeared in the light of a strong ally. She called to the coachman to pull up, and when Dysart crossed the street in response to her signal leaned forward to clasp his hand, saying thankfully: ‘Oh, Dy, I am so glad to have met you! Will you be so very obliging as to come home with me? There is something I particularly wish to ask you!’
‘If you’re wanting me to escort you to some horrible squeeze,’ began the Viscount suspiciously, ‘I’ll be dashed if I –’
‘No, no, I promise you it’s no such thing!’ she interrupted. ‘I – I need your advice!’
‘Well, I don’t mind giving you that,’ said his lordship handsomely. ‘What’s the matter? You in a scrape?’
‘Good gracious, no!’ said Nell, acutely aware of her footman, who had jumped down from the box, and was now holding open the door of the barouche. ‘Do get in, Dy! I’ll tell you presently!’
‘Oh, very well!’ he said, stepping into the carriage, and disposing himself on the seat beside her. ‘I’ve nothing else to do, after all.’ He looked her over critically, and observed with brotherly candour: ‘What a quiz of a hat!’
‘It is an Angoulême bonnet, and the height of fashion!’ retorted Nell, with spirit. ‘And as for quizzes – Dy, I never saw you look so odd as you do in those yellow pantaloons!’
‘Devilish, ain’t they?’ agreed his lordship. ‘Corny made me buy ’em. Said they were all the crack.’
‘Well, if I were you I wouldn’t listen to him!’
‘Oh, I don’t know! Always up to the knocker, is Corny. If you ain’t in a scrape, why do you want my advice?’
She gave his arm a warning pinch, and began to talk of indifferent subjects in a careless way which (as he informed her upon their arrival in Grosvenor Square) made him wish that he had not chosen to walk down Bond Street that morning. ‘Because you can’t bamboozle me into believing you ain’t in a scrape,’ he said. ‘I thought you were looking hagged, but I set it down to that bonnet.’
Nell, who had led him upstairs to her frivolous boudoir, cast off her maligned headgear, saying wretchedly: ‘I am in a dreadful scrape, and if you won’t help me, Dy, I can’t think what I shall do!’
‘Lord!’ said the Viscount, slightly dismayed. ‘Now, don’t get into a fuss, Nell! Of course I’ll help you! At least, I will if I can, though I’m dashed if I see – However, I daresay it’s all a bag of moonshine!’
‘It isn’t,’ she said, so tragically that he began to feel seriously alarmed. She twisted her fingers together, and managed to say, though with considerable difficulty: ‘Dysart, have – have you still got the – the three hundred pounds I gave you?’
‘Do you want it back?’ he demanded.
She nodded, her eyes fixed anxiously on his face.
‘Now we are in the basket!’ said his lordship.
Her heart sank. ‘I am so very sorry to be obliged to ask you!’
‘My dear girl, I’d give it to you this instant if I had it!’ he assured her. ‘What is it? A gaming debt? You been playing deep, Nell?’
‘No, no! It is a court dress of Chantilly lace, and I cannot – cannot! – tell Cardross!’
‘What, you don’t mean to say he’s turned out to be a screw?’ exclaimed the Viscount.
‘No! He has been crushingly generous to me, only I was so stupid, and it seemed as if I had so much money that – Well, I never took the least heed, Dy, and the end of it was that I got quite shockingly into debt!’
‘Good God, there’s no need to fall into flat despair, if that’s all!’ said the Viscount, relieved. ‘You’ve only to tell him how it came about: I daresay he won’t be astonished, for he must know you haven’t been in the way of handling the blunt. You’ll very likely come in for a thundering scold, but he’ll settle your debts all right and regular.’
She sank into a chair, covering her face with her hands. ‘He did settle them!’
‘Eh?’ ejaculated Dysart, startled.
‘I had better explain it to you,’ said Nell.
It could not have been said that the explanation, which was both halting and elusive, very much helped Dysart to a complete understanding of the situation, but he did gather from it that the affair was far more serious than he had at first supposed. He was quite intelligent enough to guess that the whole had not been divulged to him, but since he had no desire to plunge into deep matrimonial waters he did not press his sister for further enlightenment. Clearly, her marriage was not running as smoothly as he had supposed; and if that were so he could appreciate her reluctance to disclose the existence of yet another debt to Cardross.
‘What am I to do?’ Nell asked. ‘
Can you think of a way, Dy?’
‘Nothing easier!’ responded Dysart, in a heartening tone. ‘The trouble with you is that you ain’t up to snuff yet. The thing to do is to order another dress from this Madame Thing.’
‘Order another?’ gasped Nell.
‘That’s it,’ he nodded.
‘But then I should be even deeper in debt!’
‘Yes, but it’ll stave her off for a while.’
‘And when she presses me to pay for that I buy yet another! Dy, you must be mad!’
‘My dear girl, it’s always done!’
‘Not by me!’ she declared. ‘I should never know a moment’s peace! Only think what would happen if Cardross discovered it!’
‘There is that, of course,’ he admitted. He took a turn about the room, frowning over the problem. ‘The deuce is in it that I’m not in good odour with the cents-per-cent. I’d raise the wind for you in a trice if the sharks didn’t know dashed well how our affairs stand.’
‘Moneylenders?’ she asked. ‘I did think of that, only I don’t know how to set about borrowing. Do you know, Dy? Will you tell me?’
The Viscount was not a young man whose conscience was overburdened with scruples, but he did not hesitate to veto this suggestion. ‘No, I will not!’ he said.
‘I know one shouldn’t borrow from moneylenders, but in such a case as this – and if you went with me, Dy –’
‘A pretty fellow I should be!’ he interrupted indignantly. ‘Damn it, I ain’t a saint, but I ain’t such a loose-screw that I’d hand my sister over to one of those bloodsuckers!’
‘Is it so very bad? I didn’t know,’ she said. ‘Of course I won’t go to a moneylender if you say I must not.’
‘Well, I do say it. What’s more, if you did so, and Cardross discovered it, there would be the devil to pay! You’d a deal better screw up your courage, and tell him the whole now.’
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