Nest of the Sparrowhawk: A Romance of the XVIIth Century

<h2> CHAPTER XXIV </h2> <h3> NOVEMBER THE 2D </h3><p>&nbsp;</p> <p>A dreary day, with a leaden sky overhead and the monotonous patter of incessant rain against the window panes.</p> <p>Sir Marmaduke de Chavasse had just come downstairs, and opening the door which lead from the hall to the small withdrawing-room on the right, he saw Mistress de Chavasse, half-sitting, half-crouching in one of the stiff-backed chairs, which she had drawn close to the fire.</p> <p>There was a cheerful blaze on the hearth, and the room itself&mdash;being small&mdash;always looked cozier than any other at Acol Court.</p> <p>Nevertheless, Editha's face was pallid and drawn, and she stared into the fire with eyes which seemed aglow with anxiety and even with fear. Her cloak was tied loosely about her shoulders, and at sight of Sir Marmaduke she started, then rising hurriedly, she put her hood over her head, and went towards the door.</p> <p>"Ah! my dear Editha!" quoth her brother-in-law, lightly greeting her, "up betimes like the lark I see. .&nbsp;.&nbsp;. Are you going without?" he added as she made a rapid movement to brush past him and once more made for the door.</p> <p>"Yes!" she replied dully, "I must fain move about .&nbsp;.&nbsp;. tire myself out if I can .&nbsp;.&nbsp;. I am consumed with anxiety."</p> <p>"Indeed?" he retorted blandly, "why should you be anxious? Everything is going splendidly .&nbsp;.&nbsp;. and to-night at the latest a fortune of nigh on &pound;500,000 will be placed in my hands by a fond and adoring woman."</p> <p>He caught the glitter in her eyes, that suggestion of power and of unspoken threats which she had adopted since the episode in the Bath Street house. For an instant an ugly frown further disfigured his sour face: but this frown was only momentary, it soon gave way to a suave smile. He took her hand and lightly touched it with his lips.</p> <p>"After which, my dear Editha," he said, "I shall be able to fulfill those obligations, which my heart originally dictated."</p> <p>She seemed satisfied at this assurance, for she now spoke in less aggressive tones:</p> <p>"Are you so sure of the girl, Marmaduke?" she asked.</p> <p>"Absolutely," he replied, his thoughts reverting to a day spent at Dover nearly three months ago, when a knot was tied of which fair Editha was not aware, but which rendered Sir Marmaduke de Chavasse very sure of a fortune.</p> <p>"Yet you have oft told me that Sue's love for her mysterious prince had vastly cooled of late!" urged Editha still anxiously.</p> <p>"Why yes! forsooth!" he retorted grimly, "Sue's sentimental fancy for the romantic exile hath gone the way of all such unreasoning attachments; but she has ventured too far to draw back. .&nbsp;.&nbsp;. And she will not draw back," he concluded significantly.</p> <p>"Have a care, Marmaduke! .&nbsp;.&nbsp;. the girl is more willful than ye wot of. .&nbsp;.&nbsp;. You may strain at a cord until it snap."</p> <p>"Pshaw!" he said, with a shrug of his wide shoulders, "you are suffering from vapors, my dear Editha .&nbsp;.&nbsp;. or you would grant me more knowledge of how to conduct mine own affairs. .&nbsp;.&nbsp;. Do you remember, perchance, that the bulk of Sue's fortune will be handed over to her this day?"</p> <p>"Aye! I remember!"</p> <p>"Begad, then to-night I'll have that bulk out of her hands. You may take an oath on that!" he declared savagely.</p> <p>"And afterwards?" she asked simply.</p> <p>"Afterwards?"</p> <p>"Yes .&nbsp;.&nbsp;. afterwards? .&nbsp;.&nbsp;. when Sue has discovered how she has been tricked? .&nbsp;.&nbsp;. Are you not afraid of what she might do? .&nbsp;.&nbsp;. Even though her money may pass into your hands .&nbsp;.&nbsp;. even though you may inveigle her into a clandestine marriage .&nbsp;.&nbsp;. she is still the daughter of the late Earl of Dover .&nbsp;.&nbsp;. she has landed estates, wealth, rich and powerful relations. .&nbsp;.&nbsp;. There must be an 'afterwards,' remember! .&nbsp;.&nbsp;."</p> <p>His ironical laugh grated on her nerves, as he replied lightly:</p> <p>"Pshaw! my dear Editha! of a truth you are not your own calm self to-day, else you had understood that forsooth! in the love affairs of Prince Am&eacute;d&eacute; d'Orl&eacute;ans and Lady Susannah Aldmarshe there must and can be no 'afterwards.'"</p> <p>"I don't understand you."</p> <p>"Yet, 'tis simple enough. Sue is my wife."</p> <p>"Your wife! .&nbsp;.&nbsp;." she exclaimed.</p> <p>"Hush! An you want to scream, I pray you question me not, for what I say is bound to startle you. Sue is my wife. I married her, having obtained a special license to do so in the name of Prince Am&eacute;d&eacute; Henri d'Orl&eacute;ans, and all the rest of the romantic paraphernalia. She is my wife, and therefore, her money and fortune are mine, every penny of it, without question or demur."</p> <p>"She will appeal to the Court to have the marriage annulled .&nbsp;.&nbsp;. she'll rouse public indignation against you to such a pitch that you'll not be able to look one of your kith and kin in the face. .&nbsp;.&nbsp;. The whole shameful story of the mysterious French prince .&nbsp;.&nbsp;. your tricks to win the hand of your ward by lying, cheating and willful deceit will resound from one end of the country to the other. .&nbsp;.&nbsp;. What is the use of a mint of money if you have to herd with outcasts, and not an honest man will shake you by the hand?"</p> <p>"None, my dear Editha, none," he replied quietly, "and 'tis of still less use for you to rack your nerves in order to place before me a gruesome picture of the miserable social pariah which I should become, if the story of my impersonation of a romantic exile for the purpose of capturing the hand of my ward came to the ears of those in authority."</p> <p>"Whither it doubtless would come!" she affirmed hotly.</p> <p>"Whither it doubtless would come," he assented, "and therefore, my dear Editha, once the money is safely in my hands I will leave her Royal Highness the Princesse d'Orl&eacute;ans in full possession, not only of her landed estates but of the freedom conferred on her by widowhood, for Prince Am&eacute;d&eacute;, her husband, will vanish like the beautiful dream which he always was."</p> <p>"But how? .&nbsp;.&nbsp;. how?" she reiterated, puzzled, anxious, scenting some nefarious scheme more unavowable even than the last.</p> <p>"Ah! time will show! .&nbsp;.&nbsp;. But he will vanish, my dear Editha, take my word on it. Shall we say that he will fly up into the clouds and her Highness the Princess will know him no more?"</p> <p>"Then why have married her?" she exclaimed: some womanly instinct within her crying out against this outrage. "'Twas cruel and unnecessary."</p> <p>He shrugged his shoulders.</p> <p>"Cruel perhaps! .&nbsp;.&nbsp;. But surely no more than necessary. I doubt if she would have entrusted her fortune to anyone but her husband."</p> <p>"Had she ceased to trust her romantic prince then?"</p> <p>"Perhaps. At any rate, I chose to make sure of the prize. .&nbsp;.&nbsp;. I have worked hard to get it and would not fail for lack of a simple ceremony .&nbsp;.&nbsp;. moreover .&nbsp;.&nbsp;."</p> <p>"Moreover?"</p> <p>"Moreover, my dear Editha, there is always the possibility .&nbsp;.&nbsp;. remote, no doubt .&nbsp;.&nbsp;. but nevertheless tangible .&nbsp;.&nbsp;. that at some time or other .&nbsp;.&nbsp;. soon or late&mdash;who knows?&mdash;the little deception practiced on Lady Sue may come to the light of day. .&nbsp;.&nbsp;. In that case, even if the marriage be annulled on the ground of fraud .&nbsp;.&nbsp;. which methinks is more than doubtful .&nbsp;.&nbsp;. no one could deny my right as the heiress's .&nbsp;.&nbsp;. hem .&nbsp;.&nbsp;. shall we say?&mdash;temporary husband&mdash;to dispose of her wealth as I thought fit. If I am to become a pariah and an outcast, as you so eloquently suggested just now .&nbsp;.&nbsp;. I much prefer being a rich one. .&nbsp;.&nbsp;. With half a million in the pocket of my doublet the whole world is open to me."</p> <p>There was so much cool calculation, such callous contempt for the feelings and thoughts of the unfortunate girl whom he had so terribly wronged, in this expos&eacute; of the situation, that Mistress de Chavasse herself was conscious of a sense of repulsion from the man whom she had aided hitherto.</p> <p>She believed that she held him sufficiently in her power, through her knowledge of his schemes and through the help which she was rendering him, to extract a promise from him that he would share his ill-gotten spoils in equal portions with her. At one time after the fracas in Bath Street, he had even given her a vague promise of marriage; therefore, he had kept secret from her the relation of that day spent at Dover. Now she felt that even if he were free, she would never consent to link her future irretrievably with his.</p> <p>But her share of the money she meant to have. She was tired of poverty, tired of planning and scheming, of debt and humiliation. She was tired of her life of dependence at Acol Court, and felt a sufficiency of youth and buoyancy in herself yet, to enjoy a final decade of luxury and amusement in London.</p> <p>Therefore, she closed her ears to every call of conscience, she shut her heart against the lonely young girl who so sadly needed the counsels and protection of a good woman, and she was quite ready to lend a helping hand to Sir Marmaduke, at least until a goodly share of Lady Sue's fortune was safely within her grasp.</p> <p>One point occurred to her now, which caused her to ask anxiously:</p> <p>"Have you not made your reckonings without Richard Lambert, Marmaduke? He is back in these parts, you know?"</p> <p>"Ah!" he ejaculated, with a quick scowl of impatience. "He has returned?"</p> <p>"Yes! Charity was my informant. He looks very ill, so the wench says: he has been down with fever, it appears, all the while that he was in prison, and was only discharged because they feared that he would die. He contrived to work or beg his way back here, and now he is staying in the village. .&nbsp;.&nbsp;. I thought you would have heard."</p> <p>"No! I never speak to the old woman .&nbsp;.&nbsp;. and Adam Lambert avoids me as he would the plague. .&nbsp;.&nbsp;. I see as little of them as I can. .&nbsp;.&nbsp;. I had to be prudent these last, final days."</p> <p>"Heaven grant he may do nothing fatal to-day!" she murmured.</p> <p>"Nay! my dear Editha," he retorted with a harsh laugh, "'tis scarcely Heaven's business to look after our schemes. But Lambert can do us very little harm now! For his own sake, he will keep out of Sue's way."</p> <p>"At what hour does Master Skyffington arrive?"</p> <p>"In half an hour."</p> <p>Then as he saw that she was putting into effect her former resolve of going out, despite the rain, and was once more readjusting her hood for that purpose, he opened the door for her, and whispered as he followed her out:</p> <p>"An you will allow me, my dear Editha, I'll accompany you on your walk .&nbsp;.&nbsp;. we might push on down the Canterbury Road, and perchance meet Master Skyffington. .&nbsp;.&nbsp;. I understand that Sue has been asking for me, and I would prefer to meet her as seldom as possible just now. .&nbsp;.&nbsp;. This is my last day," he concluded with a laugh, "and I must be doubly careful."</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <SPAN name="CH25"><!-- CH25 --></SPAN> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />