Cursed by a Fortune Part 80

"Why, you oughtn't to leave a sinking ship, my lad."

"Well, I know that," said Claud, savagely; "and that's why I've come here."

"Why you've come here?" said Leigh, staring.

"Yes; don't pretend that you can't understand."

"There is no pretence. Explain yourself."

Claud Wilton had only just lit his pipe, but he tapped it empty on the bars, and sat gazing straight before him.

"I want to do the square thing," he said; "but I'm such an impulsive beggar, and I can't trust myself. I want you to send for your sister home; Kate's all right again; mother told me so in a letter; and she has got her lawyer down there, and is transacting business. Look here, Leigh: it isn't right for me to be down there when your sister's at the Manor. I can't see a shilling ahead now, and it isn't fair to her."

Leigh looked at him keenly.

"I shall have to marry Kate after all," continued Claud, with a bitter laugh. "Do you hear, hated rival? We can't afford to let the chance go. Oh, I say, Leigh, I wish you'd give me a dose, and put me out of my misery, for I'm about the most unhappy beggar that ever lived."

"Things do look bad for you, certainly," said Leigh. "How would it be if you tried for a stewardship to some country gentleman--you understand?"

"Oh, yes, I understand stock and farming generally; but who'd have me?

Hanged if I couldn't go and enlist in some cavalry regiment; that's about all I'm fit for."

"Don't talk nonsense, my lad. Where are you staying?"

"Nowhere--just come up. I shall have to get a cheap room somewhere."

"Nonsense! You can have a bed here. We'll go and have a bit of dinner somewhere, and chat matters over afterwards. I may perhaps be able to help you."

"With something out of the tintry-c.u.m-fuldic.u.m bottle?"

"I have a good many friends; but there's no hurry. We shall see?"

Claud reached over, and gripped Leigh's hand.

"Thankye, old chap," he said. "It's very good of you, but I'm not going to quarter myself on you. If you have any interest, though, and could get me something to go to abroad, I should be glad. Busy now, I suppose?"

"Yes, I have patients to see. Be with me at six, and we'll go somewhere. Only mind, you will sleep here while you are in town. I want to help you, and to be able to put my hand on you at once."

The result was that Claud stayed three days with his friend; and on the third Leigh had a letter at breakfast from his sister, enclosing one from Mrs Wilton to her son, whose address she did not know, but thought perhaps he might have called upon Leigh.

"Eh? News from home?" said Claud, taking the note, and glancing eagerly at Leigh's letter the while. "I say, how is she?"

"My sister? Quite well," said Leigh, dryly.

Claud sighed, and opened his own letter.

"Poor old mater! she's such a dear old goose; she's about worrying herself to death about me, and--what!--oh, I say. Here, Leigh! Hurrah!

There is life in a mussel after all."

"What do you mean?"

"Why, hark here. You know I told you that Kate had got her lawyer down there?"

"Yes," said Leigh, frowning slightly.

"Well, G.o.d bless her for the dearest and best girl that ever breathed!

She has arranged to clear off every one of the guv'nor's present liabilities by taking over the mortgages, or whatever they are. The mater don't understand, but she says it's a family arrangement; and what do you think she says?"

Leigh shook his head.

"That she is sure that her father would not have seen his brother come to want G.o.d bless her. What a girl. Leigh, it's all over with you now.

Intense admiration for her n.o.ble cousin, Claud, and--confound it, old fellow, don't look at me! I feel as if I should choke."

He went hurriedly to the window, and stood looking out for some minutes, before coming back to where Leigh sat gravely smoking his cigar.

Claud Wilton's eyes had a peculiarly weak look in them as he stood by Jenny's brother, and his voice sounded strange.

"I'm going down by the next train," he said. "This means the work at home going on as usual, and I shan't be a beggar now, Leigh. I say, old man, I am going to act the true man by hier. I may speak right out to her now?"

"Whatever had happened I should not have objected, for sooner or later I know you would have made her a home."

Claud nodded.

"And look here," he cried, "why not come down with me? Kate would be delighted to see you. Only you wouldn't bring Jenny back?"

"Take my loving message to my sister," said Leigh, ignoring his companion's other remark, "that I beg she will come home now at once."

"Because I'm going down?" pleaded Claud.

"Yes," said Leigh, gravely, "because you are going down."

A year and a half glided by, and Kate Wilton had become full mistress of her property, and other matters remained, as the lawyers say, "in statu quo," save that Jenny was back with her brother. James Wilton was very much broken, and his son was beginning to be talked of as a rising agriculturist. John Garstang was at Boulogne, and his stepson had married a wealthy Australian widow in Sydney.

Jenny had again and again tried to urge her brother to propose to Kate, but in vain.

"It is so stupid of you, dear," she said. "I know she'd say yes to you, directly. Of course any girl would if you asked her."

"Yes, I'm a n.o.ble specimen of humanity," said Leigh, dryly.

"I believe you're the proudest and most sensitive man that ever lived,"

cried Jenny, angrily.

"One of them, sis."

"And next time I shall advise her to propose to you. You couldn't refuse."

"You are too late, dear," he said, gravely, as he recalled a letter he had received a month before, in which he had been reproached for ignoring the writer's existence, and forcing her to humble herself and write.