Can You Forgive Her? (62 page)

‘But he isn’t going back there, I can tell you,’ said Mr Cheesacre’

‘Oh, indeed,’ said Mrs Greenow; ‘I hope there is nothing
wrong.’

‘All as right as a trivet,’ said the Captain; and then he was off.

‘I promised mamma that I would be home by seven,’ said Charlie Fairstairs, rising from her chair. It cannot be supposed that she had any wish to oblige Mr Cheesacre, and therefore this movement on her part must be regarded simply as done in kindness to Mrs Greenow. She might be mistaken in supposing that Mrs Greenow would
desire to be left alone with Mr Cheesacre; but it was clear to her that in this way she could give no offence, whereas it was quite possible that she might offend by remaining. A little after seven Mr Cheesacre found himself alone with the lady.

‘I’m sorry to find,’ said she, gravely, ‘that you two have quarrelled.’

‘Mrs Greenow,’ said he, jumping up, and becoming on a sudden full of life, ‘that
man is a downright swindler.’

‘Oh, Mr Cheesacre.’

‘He is. He’ll tell you that he was at Inkerman, but I believe he was in prison all the time.’ The Captain had been arrested, I think twice, and thus Mr Cheesacre justified to himself this assertion. ‘I doubt whether he ever saw a shot fired,’ he continued.

‘He’s none the worse for that’

‘But he tells such lies; and then he has not a penny in
the world. How much do you suppose he owes me, now?’

‘However much it is, I’m sure you are too much of a gentleman to say.’

‘Well; – yes, I am,’ said he, trying to recover himself, ‘But when I asked him how he intended to pay me, what do you think he said? He said he’d pay me when he got your money.’

‘My money! He couldn’t have said that!’

‘But he did, Mrs Greenow; I give you my word and honour.
‘I’ll pay you when I get the widow’s money,” he said.’

‘You gentlemen must have a nice way of talking about me when I am absent’

‘I never said a disrespectful word about you in my life, Mrs Greenow, – or thought one. He does; – he says horrible things.’

‘What horrible things, Mr Cheesacre?’

‘Oh, I can’t tell you; – but he does. What can you expect from such a man as that, who, to my knowledge,
won’t have a change of clothes tomorrow, except what he brought in on his back this morning. Where he’s to get a bed tonight, I don’t know, for I doubt whether he’s got half-a-crown in the world.’

‘Poor Bellfield!’

‘Yes; he is poor.’

‘But how gracefully he carries his poverty.’

‘I should call it very disgraceful, Mrs Greenow.’ To this she made no reply, and then he thought that he might begin
his work. ‘Mrs Greenow, – may I say Arabella?’

‘Mr Cheesacre!’

‘But mayn’t I? Come, Mrs Greenow. You know well enough by this time what it is I mean. What’s the use of shilly-shallying?’

‘Shilly-shallying, Mr Cheesacre! I never heard such language. If I bid you good night, now, and tell you that it is time for you to go home, shall you call that shilly-shallying?’

He had made a mistake in
his word and repented it. ‘I beg your pardon, Mrs Greenow; I do indeed. I didn’t mean anything offensive.’

‘Shilly-shallying, indeed! There’s very little shall in it, I can assure you.’

The poor man was dreadfully crestfallen, so much so that the widow’s heart relented, and she pardoned him. It was not in her nature to quarrel with people; – at any rate, not with her lovers. ‘I beg your pardon,
Mrs Greenow,’ said the culprit, humbly. ‘It is granted,’ said the widow; ‘but never tell a lady again that she is shilly-shallying. And look here, Mr Cheesacre, if it should ever come to pass that you are making love to a lady in earnest–’

‘I couldn’t be more in earnest,’ said he.

‘That you are making love to a lady in earnest, talk to her a little more about your passion and a little less about
your purse. Now, good night’

‘But we are friends.’

‘Oh yes; – as good friends as ever.’

Cheesacre, as he drove himself home in the dark, tried to console
himself by thinking of the miserable plight in which Bellfield would find himself in at Norwich, with no possessions but what he had brought into the town that day in a small bag. But as he turned in at his own gate he met two figures emerging;
one of them was laden with a portmanteau, and the other with a hat case.

‘If’s only me, Cheesy, my boy,’ said Bellfield. ‘I’ve just come down by the rail to fetch my things, and I’m going back to Norwich by the 9.20.’

‘If you’ve stolen anything of mine I’ll have you prosecuted,’ roared Cheesacre, as he drove his gig up to his own door.

END OF VOL. I

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G
EORGE
V
AVASOR
remained about four days beneath his grandfather’s roof; but he was not happy there himself, nor did he contribute to the happiness of any one else. He remained there in great discomfort so long, being unwilling to leave till an answer had been received to the request made to Aunt Greenow, in order that he might insist on Kate’s performance
of her promise with reference to Alice, if that answer should be unfavourable. During these five days Kate did all in her power to induce her brother to be, at any rate, kind in his manner towards his grandfather, but it was in vain. The Squire would not be the first to be gracious; and George, quite as obstinate as the old man, would take no steps in that direction till encouraged to do so by
graciousness from the other side. Poor Kate entreated each of them to begin, but her entreaties were of no avail. ‘He is an ill-mannered cub,’ the old man said, ‘and I was a fool to let him into the house. Don’t mention his name to me again.’ George argued the matter more at length. Kate spoke to him of his own interest in the matter, urging upon him that he might, by such conduct, drive the Squire
to exclude him altogether from the property.

‘He must do as he likes,’ George said, sulkily.

‘But for Alice’s sake!’ Kate answered.

‘Alice would be the last to expect me to submit to unreasonable ill-usage for the sake of money. As regards myself, I confess that I’m very fond of money and am not particularly squeamish. I would do anything that a man can do to secure it. But this I can’t do.
I never injured him, and I never asked him to injure himself. I never attempted to borrow money from him. I have never cost him a shilling. When I was in the wine business he might have enabled me to make a large fortune simply by settling on me then the reversion of property which, when he dies, ought to be my own. He was so perversely ignorant that he would make no
inquiry, but chose to think
that I was ruining myself, at the only time of my life when I was really doing well.’

‘But he had a right to act as he pleased,’ urged Kate.

‘Certainly he had. But he had no right to resent my asking such a favour at his hands. He was an ignorant old fool not to do it; but I should never have quarrelled with him on that account Nature made him a fool, and it wasn’t his fault But I can’t bring
myself to kneel in the dirt before him simply because I asked for what was reasonable.’

The two men said very little to each other. They were never alone together except during that half-hour after dinner in which they were supposed to drink their wine. The old Squire always took three glasses of port during this period, and expected that his grandson would take three with him. But George would
drink none at all. ‘I have given up drinking wine after dinner,’ said he, when his grandfather pushed the bottle over to him. ‘I suppose you mean that you drink nothing but claret,’ said the Squire, in a tone of voice that was certainly not conciliatory. ‘I mean simply what I say,’ said George– ‘that I have given up drinking wine after dinner.’ The old man could not openly quarrel with his heir
on such a point as that Even Mr Vavasor could not tell his grandson that he was going to the dogs because he had become temperate. But, nevertheless, there was offence in it; and when George sat perfectly silent, looking at the fire, evidently determined to make no attempt at conversation, the offence grew, and became strong. ‘What the devil’s the use of your sitting there if you neither drink nor
talk?’ said the old man. ‘No use in the world, that I can see,’ said George; ‘if, however, I were to leave you, you would abuse me for it’ ‘I don’t care how soon you leave me,’ said the Squire. From all which it may be seen that George Vavasor’s visit to the hall of his ancestors was not satisfactory.

On the fourth day, about noon, came Aunt Greenow’s reply. ‘Dearest Kate,’ she said, ‘I am not
going to do what you ask me,’ –thus rushing instantly into the middle of her subject You see, I don’t know my nephew, and have no reason for being specially anxious that he should be in Parliament I don’t care two straws about the glory of the Vavasor family. If I had never done anything
for myself, the Vavasors would have done very little for me. I don’t care much about what you call “blood.”
I like those who like me, and whom I know. I am very fond of you, and because you have been good to me I would give you a thousand pounds if you wanted it for yourself; but I don’t see why I am to give my money to those I don’t know. If it is necessary to tell my nephew of this, pray tell him that I mean no offence.

‘Your friend C. is still waiting – waiting – waiting, patiently; but his patience
may be exhausted.

‘Your affectionate aunt,

‘A
RABELLA
G
REENOW
,’

‘Of course she won’t,’ said George, as he threw back the letter to his sister. ‘Why should she?’

‘I had hoped she would,’ said Kate.

‘Why should she? What did I ever do for her? She is a sensible woman. Who is your friend C., and why is he waiting patiently?’

‘He is a man who would be glad to marry her for her money, if she
would take him.’

Then what does she mean by his patience being exhausted?’

‘It is her folly. She chooses to pretend to think that the man is a lover of mine.’

‘Has he got any money?’

‘Yes; lots of money – or money’s worth.’

‘And what is his name?’

‘His name is Cheesacre. But pray don’t trouble yourself to talk about him.’

‘If he wants to marry you, and has plenty of money, why shouldn’t
you take him?’

‘Good heavens, George! In the first place he does not want to marry me. In the next place all his heart is in his farmyard.’

‘And a very good place to have it,’ said George.

‘Undoubtedly. But, really, you must not trouble yourself to talk about him.’

‘Only this, – that I should be very glad to see you well married.’

‘Should you?’ said she, thinking of her dose attachment to
himself.

‘And now, about the money,’ said George. ‘You must write to Alice at once.’ – ‘Oh, George!’

‘Of course you must; you have promised. Indeed, it would have been much wiser if you had taken me at my word, and done it at once.’ – ‘I cannot do it’

Then the scar on his face opened itself, and his sister stood before him in fear and trembling. ‘Do you mean to tell me,’ said he, ‘that you
will go back from your word, and deceive me; – that after having kept me here by this promise, you will not do what you have said you would do?’

‘Take my money now, and pay me out of hers as soon as you are married. I will be the first to claim it from her, – and from you.’

‘That is nonsense.’

‘Why should it be nonsense? Surely you need have no scruple with me. I should have none with you if
I wanted assistance.’

‘Look here, Kate; I won’t have it, and there’s an end of it All that you have in the world would not pull me through this election, and therefore such a loan would be worse than useless.’

‘And am I to ask her for more than two thousand pounds?’

‘You are to ask her simply for one thousand. That is what I want, and must have, at present And she knows that I want it and that
she is to supply it; only she does not know that my need is so immediate. That you must explain to her.’

‘I would sooner burn my hand, George!’

‘But burning your hand, unfortunately, won’t do any good. Look here, Kate; I insist upon your doing this for me. If you do, not I shall do it, of course, myself; but I shall regard your refusal as an unjustifiable falsehood on your part and shall certainly
not see you afterwards. I do not wish, for reasons which you may well understand, to write to Alice myself on any subject at present. I now claim your promise to do so; and if you refuse, I shall know very well what to do.’

Of course she did not persist in her refusal With a sorrowful heart, and with fingers that could hardly form the needful letters, she did write a letter to her cousin, which
explained the fact – that
George Vavasor immediately wanted a thousand pounds for his electioneering purposes. It was a stiff, uncomfortable letter, unnatural in its phraseology, telling its own tale of grief and shame. Alice understood very plainly all the circumstances under which it was written, but she sent back word to Kate at once, undertaking that the money should be forthcoming; and she
wrote again before the end of January, saying that the sum named had been paid to George’s credit at his own bankers.

Kate had taken immense pride in the renewal of the match between her brother and her cousin, and had rejoiced in it greatly as being her own work. But all that pride and joy were now over. She could no longer write triumphant notes to Alice, speaking always of George as one who
was to be their joint hero, foretelling great things of his career in Parliament, and saying little soft things of his enduring love. It was no longer possible to her now to write of George at all, and it was equally impossible to Alice. Indeed, no letters passed between them, when that monetary correspondence was over, up to the end of the winter. Kate remained down in Westmoreland, wretched and
ill at ease, listening to hard words spoken by her grandfather against her brother, and feeling herself unable to take her brother’s part as she had been wont to do in other times.

George returned to town at the end of those four days, and found that the thousand pounds was duly placed to his credit before the end of the month. It is hardly necessary to tell the reader that this money had come
from the stores of Mr Tombe, and that Mr Tombe duly debited Mr Grey with the amount. Alice, in accordance with her promise, had told her father that the money was needed, and her father, in accordance with his promise, had procured it without a word of remonstrance. ‘Surely I must sign some paper,’ Alice had said. But she had been contented when her father told her that the lawyers would manage
all that