Mary Ann Shaughnessy - The Devil And Marianne Part 18

Now Mr. Lord's bewilderment was evident in his face, for it was screwed up as he repeated, "Your

da?"

"Yes, Me da went for Tony when he was talking about his grannie and saying how nice she was, and me da said she wasn't."

"Why did he say that . . . your father?" Mary Ann's eyes seemed to do a revolving stunt before she

added, softly, "Cos she ran away from you."

Mr ..Lord swallowed, the blue veins on his temples stood out, his chin dropped down to his chest, and he swallowed again before raising his head. But now his eyes were not on Mary Ann, they had moved

beyond her to the end of the room, and beyond that, down into the past. And when he spoke his voice seemed far away. "How did you come to know all this?"

"I was lying on the couch and I heard me da and him talking. They thought I was asleep. It was the night

you were took bad. Me ma wouldn't let me come up here, nor our Michael, and I woke up and me da and Tony were nearly righting. And then when me da went out, Tony began to " She stopped. She wouldn't say what Tony had begun to do.

Mr. Lord's gaze came back to the room, and to her, and he questioned softly, "Yes? What did he do?"

The jerking of her head increased and the thread between her fingers puckered up the material.

"Nothing." "Look at me."

Reluctantly she raised her eyes, and when he said again, softly, almost in a pleading tone, "Tell me," she

muttered, "He was crying, with his head on the table."

After giving Tony away, her own head dropped again, and she felt the old man sink slowly back on to his pillows.

His silence once more weighed hard upon her, and she could find no word of her own to break it, so steathily she began to take in her surroundings. She found them very pleasing to the eye, and a section of her mind which was always open to appreciation said, "Eeh ! isn't it a lovely room."

"Mary Ann."

"Yes?" She brought her attention quickly back to him.

"I want you to come here every day until I'm up again, even if they only let you stay a short time. I want you to keep your eyes and ears open, and tell me all you see and hear."

"But what about?"

"Everything, everybody."

Something about this request, or was it a demand, hurt her. She felt that she could jabber about people but not tell tales, and what she was being asked to do was a form of tale-telling, and she imagined that if her da knew he would raise the roof. Well, her good sense told her, her da mustn't know. She wasn't going to carry tales about Tony, but she'd tell Mr. Lord little things, just to keep him quiet.

Once again she was coming into her own, her mind was working along the old lines. The fact that they were friends was smoothing away all her fears. Now, without reasoning, she could see a way out. She did not give way to the old bargaining thought, "If I do this for him, he'll do something for me da," but it was there in her mind, making her alert once more. But the feeling was separate from the protective one that was filling her now. She smiled at the old man and very gently put out her hand, and with the tips of her fingers touched the raised blue veins on his.

The hand had scarcely touched the old man's before it was buried within his palms, and he had once more edged himself up from the pillow. And now there was a deep note of urgency in his voice as he whispered, "Listen, Mary Ann, I want you to "

The door opened and the big, smiling nurse stalked in.

"Ah, there you are. You've had your nice little talk. And on the bed ! Well, well. But come along now."

Eeh! Mary Ann's attention was drawn from the nurse back to Mr. Lord. Eeh ! he had sworn worse than her da. It was the first time she had ever heard Mr. Lord swear. His face looked black again, as if he was in one of his old tempers, but strangely enough he didn't go for the nurse as she had expected him to, he just lay back on his pillows and when she said, "Ta-ra," and did not even amend it quickly by saying, "Goodbye," he made no effort to check her by word or look.

She was escorted out of the room as if her visit had just been an ordinary one, and she knew, oh, she knew very positively that her visit had been no ordinary one.

Her legs had wings, and they took her out of the house and down the hill, into the road and up the farm path in a jiffy, and as she hurled herself into the farm kitchen crying, "Ma ! Ma ! " she was brought to a dead stop, for there, and as if they were all waiting for her, was not only her ma, but her da, their Michael -and Tony. Never had she seen them altogether in the house except at meal-times and at night. It was her ma who stepped towards her and, quickly voicing her anxiety, asked, "How did you get on?"

Mary Ann's eyes left her mother and touched over the other three. They did not rest on her da particularly, although of them all she felt most his keenness to know what had happened. And the look on his face told her that this was the time for real diplomacy, or as she put it, keeping her mouth shut. If she wasn't to make any slips she had to be careful, so looking at her mother again she answered, "All right," then walked past them all to the table.

Lizzie turned and followed her, and sitting down opposite to her pressed her face forward and said, "But what did he say, child? Tell us."

Once again she looked at the faces about her, and after stretching her nose, and searching a.s.siduously for her hankie, remarked, "Oh, nothing."

Lizzie sat back tight against the chair back and repeated, "Nothing?"

Mary Ann now moved her finger around a little bundle of crumbs on the table, then exclaimed, "Well, just about the farm and things."

Into the hush that followed this evident lie burst Mike's laugh. It was deep and loud, but not his nice laugh, and it startled them all. Mary Ann looked sharply up at him, then back to her mother, who was looking at him, too. Then, much to Mary Ann's surprise, she heard her ma's laugh join her da's, but it was an uneasy laugh, and even their Michael's face was showing signs of a laugh. Only Tony's countenance remained the same. Then her da, taking no notice of anybody, not even herself, and with his laugh still ringing, b.u.t.toned up his coat and marched out of the kitchen. It was as if he had gone daft, as if they had all gone daft-except Tony.

Mary Ann had made seven visits to the sick-room. At eleven o'clock every morning she had been ushered in and exactly ten minutes later she was ushered out. She always returned straight home, and after her third visit Lizzie ceased to question her but would say something like, "Do you want a drink?" or "Have you had anything?" to which the answer was invariably, "Yes, please," or "No, I've had nothing."

Her da, after his queer, laughing bout, had started to look at her funnily, and after her second visit he had stood at the farthest point of the kitchen and, staring at her while making small movements with his head, had said, softly, and did she detect with bitterness, "So it's starting again. After all this, it's starting again." Her ma had said sharply, "Mike!" and he had gone into the scullery saying, "No, by G.o.d ! It won't, not if I know it. No more bargaining for this bloke."

She had not been able to understand fully the gist of his remarks, but she knew that it hrd to do with herself and Mr. Lord. And now, preparing herself for her morning visit, she wished from the bottom of her heart that she wasn't going. Not that she didn't like visiting Mr. Lord-she admitted to herself, she loved it-but her da didn't like her going. She knew that, yet she also knew that it was for his good that she was going . . . for all their goods.

As she crossed the yard she saw her da and Tony up in the loft. She did not hail them, but walked sedately up the hill to the house. As usual Ben let her in, and as usual took her up to the door, where, as on every occasion, he cautioned her with the same words, "Mind, you be careful." The nurse, too, nearly always greeted her .in the same way and informed her as to the length of her visit. But following on these the visit did not follow its usual pattern, for hardly had the door closed on her this morning, and even before she had time to say, "h.e.l.lo," Mr. Lord, sitting up much straighter today, said, "Go and get your father."

Her brows shot up as she exclaimed, "Eh?"

Mr. Lord's eyes closed, and he muttered, "If you use that term again. . . . We went into that yesterday, remember?"

"I'm sorry."

"You heard what I said, go and get him."

Mary Ann did not linger. She pa.s.sed the astonished nurse at the bottom of the stairs and Ben in the kitchen, and was out of the door before he could check her flight. And such was her haste that the poor old man was positively sure in his mind that she had at last achieved the death of his master, which, owing to her capers, he had from time to time foretold to himself.

Yelling at the top of her voice she raced across the yard : "Da ! Da ! " Then coming to a halt at the ladder leading to the loft, she stared up into Mike's questioning face and answered his abrupt "What is it?" with "You're wanted."

"Who wants me?"

"Mr. Lord."

She saw him turn his face away, and she knew he was looking at Tony. Then through the aperture she saw Tony's legs. They had turned away from her da. The next minute Mike was standing by her side, and he looked down at her and said abruptly, "What did he say?"

"That's all. I just got into the room and he said, 'Go and get your da.' That's all."

Mike turned from her, saying sharply, "You stay where you are." He dusted down his trousers, lifted his coat from a nail, gave it a brief shake and put it on while crossing the yard. His mouth was grim and his body tight, as he showed himself to Ben and briefly explained his presence there.

Without any questioning, for he had a respect for this big, onehanded fellow, Ben led the way upstairs. But before they reached the landing their glances met sharply as Mr. Lord's voice came to them, crying, "Get out woman and leave me alone ! I'll see who I like, and when I like. Get out!"

The door opened before they reached it and the nurse flounced out, no longer smiling. She paused for a moment to say something to Mike, then, changing her mind, pa.s.sed him with only a jerk of her head.

Mike entered the room and slowly closed the door, his eye on the k.n.o.b as he did so. Then he turned, and across the room looked straight at Mr. Lord.

Mr. Lord said nothing, but with a gesture indicated that he take a seat. Heavily, Mike covered the distance to the bed, then swivelling a chair round he sat down and faced the old man and waited for him to speak.

"Well, Shaughnessy?"

"Well, Sir?" Mike's voice was not harsh, for in spite of himself he was touched by the frailty of the old man. He saw that he was much changed, better of course than when he had last beheld him, but he could not see him ever again being as he was once, a virile, steely, strong old man. He had a sapped look that touched Mike and forced him to say, "I hope you are feeling better, Sir."

"I'm well enough." Mr. Lord examined his hands now as they lay palms down on the cover, as if he was looking at them for confirmation of his own remark. Then he surprised Mike utterly with his next words. "Loneliness is a dreadful thing, Shaughnessy. I don't suppose you've ever experienced loneliness?"

After a moment of staring at the white, downcast head, Mike moved his hand hard down one side of his face, then said, "I've had me share, Sir. I was brought up in a workhouse. Perhaps you didn't know that."

Mr. Lord raised his eyes without moving his head. "No, I didn't know. I'm sorry. And yet because of that I feel you'll understand me a little now. You may not have done so before. You thought I would like to take the child, didn't you, to estrange her from you? Well"-his eyes dropped again, and now both his hands began to move in a sliding movement back and forward over the cover-"perhaps you were right, perhaps I was doing just that, but she was the only person I ever met who wasn't afraid of me. She talked to me." He made a little sound in his throat that could have been the shadow of a laugh, as he added, "At times I found her more than my equal, even my superior. But I am beating about the bush, I'm misleading you. I didn't bring you here to talk about her. She's yours, and she'll always remain yours-money and possessions cannot buy her. I've always envied you, I suppose I always will, but that's finished. I want your advice about another matter."

Into Mike's heart had come a great feeling of eas.e.m.e.nt. He did not speak, but waited for the old man to go on. He watched him lie back, join his hands together, the fingers linked tightly; he watched his thin, blue lips move in and out with the mobility of the aged; but when his eyes came up there was no weakness in their penetrating stare, and his voice, too, was strong as he asked, "Do you believe he is my grandson?"

Without hesitation Mike replied, "Yes, Sir, I do." '"'Give me a reason."

Mike now gave a little quirk of a smile, as he replied, "Well, his temper for one thing."

Mr. Lord's eyelids drooped and he asked, "Is that the only thing?"

"No, Sir; he's got the look of you. I knew there was something about him from the first, and I couldn't

place it. It puzzled me. I suppose I would have noticed it if you both hadn't "

He stopped.

Mr. Lord's eyes were on him again, tight, and he demanded, "Yes, if we both hadn't what?"

Mike moved restlessly on the chair before saying, "Well, you know how things were, Sir, you both went

for each other, from the start."

"Yes, we did." It was a softly-spoken admission. "What's your opinion of him? Now don't make

excuses for him in any way. This is a private conversation, nothing that you say will be referred to again. I want your honest opinion of him." "He's a good boy." Mike said this without any hesitation. "I liked him from the start. But he was brought up by a woman and it's twisted his outlook. It'll take some changing."

"Why did he come here in the first place?"

"I think you'd better ask him that yourself, Sir; he can give you better answers than I can."

The old man moved from side to side in the bed. He pulled at the cover, tugged at the b.u.t.tons of his nightshirt, then reached to a side-table and took a drink from a gla.s.s. When he had replaced the gla.s.s he said, "It's my money he's after, not the farm. That's small fry-it's the shipyard."

Mike's lips pursed and he shook his head. "I don't think so, Sir. He can fend for himself all right, and he's as independent as they come. No, I don't think it's that. Perhaps he's got your own complaint, perhaps that's what brought him here-loneliness, wanting to belong to somebody. He won't admit it, who would? but I think that's the real reason, I do."

"What am I going to do, Shaughnessy?"

Perhaps for the first time in his life Mike was at a loss. The old man, the old devil, was appealing to him, Mike Shaughnessy, asking him what he should do, waiting for his advice. He found himself leaning forward, and his feeling came over in his voice as he said, "Do what you want to do, Sir, in your heart. Recognize him."

This suggestion seemed to agitate the old man, and he muttered, "But it could all be a fluke, this resemblance. He could have belonged to " He shook his head. "Don't you think that she would have told me if she knew she was bearing my child?"

Before Mike could answer the old man pressed himself back amongst the pillows, and, raising his hand as if to check any comment, went on, "No, no, she wouldn't. She would have done it to spite me. She did it to spite me. Yes. Yes, she was capable of that." His eyes looked into Mike's now. "Women are cruel-cruel."

The room was quiet. Mr. Lord was lying now as if he was dozing, and Mike did nothing to disturb him. He felt that the old man had momentarily gone back into the past, and as the silence went on he thought: "G.o.d! what a life he's had. Give me mine any day, workhouse an' all. And I had Liz, I've got Liz, and the other one." It was strange, but he knew that in his mind he did not think of Michael, he did not think of his son, yet the old man before him had craved, he knew, all his life for a son.

He was startled by Mr. Lord's voice, and his sudden change in X"

manner, almost an alertness, as he sat up and said, "What's he paying you?"

"Paying me?" Mike was puzzled.

"For board?" r Now Mike did smile. "I think he pays Lizzie three pounds a week."

"Three pounds! Not enough-not enough these days. I'll charge him four, perhaps five, he's got to know the value of money."

It was all Mike could do not to give vent to a roar. He wanted to put out his hand and touch the old man's shoulder. He had come into this room thinking that it was his job that would be the topic of conversation and feeling already a dismissed man, not, he had tpld himself, that he cared a d.a.m.n, for he had already applied for two other jobs. And now the matter of his work had not been mentioned, the matter of his lapse had not been mentioned and he couldn't see even a heart attack blotting that out from the old man's mind. He stood up and said, softly, "Would you like to see him, Sir?"

"No, no!" Mr. Lord became agitated. "I don't want to see him. I don't want him here. I was only thinking, that's all, just thinking. You're to say nothing, nothing about this whatever, "do you hear? I wouldn't have brought you here. . . ."