Sawn Off Part 10

There was such a tone of authority in the Doctor's words that his lords.h.i.+p dropped back in his chair wondering at his own action.

"That's better. Now then, Pinemount, let's look the state of affairs in the face. Your boy loves my child."

"I have no son, sir. I have cut him off."

"Humph! All talk, sir. Can't be done. He loves my girl, and she loves him. He is up at my house now; and after I have talked to you I want you to bring her ladys.h.i.+p over to the young people, and make things comfortable."

"Yes, you are mad," said his lords.h.i.+p, rea.s.suring himself. "How dare you presume like this! Leave my house, sir!"

"Don't raise your voice, man, and let all the servants know you are in a pa.s.sion."

"The insolence--the presumption! Look here, sir: if you are not mad, who and what are you, that you dare to come and make such a proposition to me?"

"Ah!" said the Doctor, as Lady Pinemount entered, looking anxiously from one to the other, while the visitor advanced to meet her, took her hand, kissed it with courtly grace, and led her to a chair.

"I repeat, sir, who and what are you, that you presume to come and sow dissension in my peaceful village--heartburnings in my home? Who are you?"

"Your cousin Richard, who died abroad."

"What!" roared his lords.h.i.+p. "Impostor, you lie!"

"No, sir: you are the impostor, or rather usurper. I grieve to say, madam--Mrs Rolleston--that I am Lord Pinemount, and that your husband has no right whatever here."

"I--"

"Silence, sir!" said Lord Pinemount, with dignity. "Accept the position, and hear what I have to say."

"Is this true, sir?" faltered the lady.

"You will know if you listen, madam. Nay, you both must know, by the inquiries that were made before your husband succeeded to the t.i.tle and estates. I saw all the papers with the advertis.e.m.e.nts; but I was happy, was rich, and detested England for an old a.s.sociation, and I preferred to remain dead to all who had known me. When at last I did return to England, for my child's sake--a widower--I came down here. The Sandleighs was for sale, and I bought it."

There was something like a groan here, and the lady gazed wildly at her husband.

"Of course I thought of claiming the t.i.tle; but I met you and your son, and I said to myself, `Why should I make his family wretched?' Then, as you know, while I was in doubt, Love came and cleared away the difficulty and decided me. If I had claimed the t.i.tle it would have been for Veronica's sake. Well, Denis loves her; and in due time--a long time hence, if your husband will study his health and not cut his life short by pa.s.sion and apoplexy--Denis will be My Lord,--my child My Lady. That is enough for me. I am contented to be the Doctor and go on as the naturalist still."

"But--but--" faltered the lady. "My husband--Mr Rolleston, if what you say is true--"

"He knows it is true. But not Mr Rolleston,--Lord Pinemount still.

Madam, I tell you I am very rich, and my wants are very few. The t.i.tle is nothing to me. Yes, it is--it is my one secret. There, Pinemount, am I an impostor now?"

"I am stunned," faltered the bearer of the t.i.tle.

"Bah! that will soon go off. Lady Pinemount, our esteem, I am sure, is mutual, and I believe you like your son's choice."

"Indeed, indeed I do!" cried Lady Pinemount eagerly.

"You would not be a woman if you did not," said the Doctor warmly.

"There, Pinemount, you may take my word--the more easily that you see I want nothing from you but your cousins.h.i.+p. Still the family lawyers can see papers that would convince the greatest sceptic living. Let bygones be forgotten. Give me your hand."

The said hand was raised doubtingly, but it was seized and warmly grasped.

"Now then," said the Doctor, "I promised your son to bring you up to ask my child to be your son's wife."

"Is this some dream?" said Lord Pinemount, in a subdued voice.

"No, sir--the broad sunlight of fact. There, my dear cousin, Lady Pinemount, is eager to take my darling in her arms, and you are as eager to grasp the hand of as true and brave a young fellow as ever stepped.

Will you order the carriage, Lady Pinemount?"

"But--but," faltered Lord Pinemount, "do I understand that you will not ask me to give up the t.i.tle--the estate?"

"Only when the great end comes, and your son reigns in your stead--and ours, sir. G.o.d bless him! for I love him as if he was my son. Lady Pinemount--cousin, sister--you will come on at once?"

She could not speak, but pressed the hand he gave her and held it to her lips.

"But what magic is this?" whispered Denis two hours later, when he had felt the warm grasp of his father's hand, and seen him kiss and bless Veronica, who was now seated on a couch with Lady Pinemount's arm round her waist "Doctor Salado's magic, my dear boy. Some day I will give you the recipe. There--never mind now. You will represent the family tree, and its finest limb is not sawn off."

VOLUME TWO, CHAPTER ONE.

THE GILDED PILL--A HOMELY COMEDY.

DOVE AND DAWS.

"Richard s.h.i.+ngle, Shoemaker. Repairs neatly executed."

This legend was written in yellow letters, shaded with blue, upon an oval red board. Red, blue, and yellow form a pleasing combination to some eyes; but when the yellow is drab, the blue dirty, and the scarlet of a brick-dusty tint, the harmony is not pleasing. Moreover, the literary artist could not be complimented upon his skill in writing in pigment with a camel-hair brush; for, not content to be staid and steadfast in Roman characters, he had indulged in wild flourishes, which gave the signboard the appearance of a battle-field, upon which certain ordinary letters were staggering about, while three or four tyrannical capitals were catching them with la.s.soes, which twined wildly, round their heads and legs.

For instance, the first "d" was in difficulties, the "g" was pulled out of place, the "h" and "o" tied tightly together, while just below, the "repairs" seemed to be neatly executed indeed, for the "r" had a yellow rope round its neck, having been hung by "Richard," beneath which word it was suspended, with the rest of the letters kicking frantically because that initial was at its last gasp.

But this idea, probably, did not present itself to the inhabitants of Crowder's Buildings, a pleasant _cul de sac_ in the neighbourhood of the Angel at Islington. Crowder, once upon a time, bought two houses in a front street, between and under which there was an entrance like a tunnel, leading to the back gardens and back doors of the said houses; and Crowder--now dead and numbered with the just--being a man of frugal mind, gazed at the gardens of his freehold messuage and tenements, and saw that they were useful as cat walks, to make beds growing oyster and other sh.e.l.ls, and vegetables of the most melancholy kind. He let the fact dawn upon his understanding that the vegetables grown might be bought better for sixpence per annum, and resolved that he would utilise the s.p.a.ce.

To do this, he built up two rows of staring-eyed, four-roomed tenements, sixteen in all, separated by twelve feet of pavement, whitewashed them as they stood staring at one another, and turned the two garden deserts into a busy, thrifty hive, where some twenty or thirty families flourished and grew dirty.

The occupants of the two houses in the street complained, and left; but Crowder let the houses at a higher rent without the gardens--let the little tenements each at ten s.h.i.+llings a week, and turned out those who did not pay; and for the rest of his life collected his own dues, did his own painting and whitewas.h.i.+ng--even plastered upon occasion; and at last, while repairing a chimney-stack and putting on a new pot, at the age of seventy-five, like a thrifty soul as he was, he slipped from the ladder, rolled off the roof of Number 10, fell into the open paved s.p.a.ce, with his head in the centre gutter, where the soapsuds ran down, and his heels on a sc.r.a.per--every house had a sc.r.a.per, to make it complete--and was so much injured that Nature gave him notice to quit his earthly habitation, evicted him, and, save in name, the buildings knew him no more.

For they pa.s.sed into the hands of Maximilian s.h.i.+ngle, "broker and setrer," as his brother said--a most worthy member of society: a sticky-fingered man, who, through this last quality, was enabled to lay up honey in store. In fact, he was so well off that, when Crowder's Buildings were brought to the hammer by Crowder's heirs, executors, administrators and a.s.signs, the hammer that knocked them down knocked them into Max s.h.i.+ngle's possession, and they were paid for with Mrs Fraser's money--a certain amount in thousands which she bestowed, with her two sons Fred and Tom--upon the man who re-won her heart six months after Fred Fraser senior's death.

It was a retired spot after pa.s.sing through the tunnel, and hence it became the popular playground of the children of the neighbourhood, who chalked the pavement, broke their knees and heads upon its harsher corners, and made it the scene of the festive dance when a dark-visaged organ-man came down to grind the last new airs of the day.

By a great act of benevolence, Maximilian s.h.i.+ngle, who was a lowly, good man, a s.h.i.+ning light at his chapel, where he was deacon, had, though inundated with applications for Number 4 when it became empty, let it to his unlucky brother Richard, who flourished under the sign that heads this chapter, made boots and shoes, and neatly executed the repairs in the dilapidated Oxonians and strong working-men's bluchers that came to his lot.

It was first-floor front-room cleaning-up day at Richard s.h.i.+ngle's; and Mrs s.h.i.+ngle--familiarly spoken to as "mother"--was in her glory, having what she called "a good rummage." Had her home possessed a back yard or a front garden, every article of furniture would have been turned out; but as there was not an inch of back yard, and the front garden was very small, being limited to six flowerpots behind a small green fence on the upstairs window-sill, Mrs s.h.i.+ngle was debarred from that general clearance.

But she did the best she could to get at the floor for a busy scrub while her husband and daughter were away; and the consequence was that the side-table had its petticoats tucked up round its waist, thereby revealing the fact that its legs were not mahogany, but deal; the hearthrug was rolled up, and sitting in the big-armed Windsor chair; the fender had gone to bed in the back room; and the chairs seemed to be playing at being acrobats, and were standing one upon the other; while the chimney ornaments--shepherds and shepherdesses for the most part-- were placed as spectators on the top of the little cupboard to look on.

Mrs s.h.i.+ngle finished her task of cleaning up before descending, carrying a pail which had to be emptied and rinsed out before her hands were dried.

Mrs s.h.i.+ngle was a pleasant, plump woman, who had run a good deal to dimple; in fact, the backs of her hands were full of coy little pits, where the water hid when she washed, and her wedding ring lay in a kind of furrow, from not having grown with her hands.

She gave a few touches with a duster to the lower room, which was half sitting, one-fourth kitchen, and one-fourth workshop, inasmuch as there was a low shoemaker's bench, with its tools, under the window, beneath which, and secured to the wall by a strap, were lasts, knives, awls, pincers, and various other implements of the shoemaker's art. On a stand close by stood a sewing machine, and on the table were patches of kid and patent leather, evidently awaiting the needle.