Patterne comes out in his behaviour to you, my love; it can be done. But if I take him, I claim undisputed sway over him. I cannot make a gentleman of the fellow if I am to compete with this person and that. In fine, he must look up to me, he must have one model.'
'Would you, then, provide for him subsequently?'
'According to his behaviour.'
'Would not that be precarious for him?'
'More so than the profession you appear inclined to choose for him?'
'But there he would be under clear regulations.'
'With me he would have to respond to affection.'
'Would you secure to him a settled income? For an idle gentleman is bad enough; a penniless gentleman…'
'He has only to please me, my dear, and he will be launched and protected.'
'But if he does not succeed in pleasing you?'
'Is it so difficult?'
'Oh!' Clara fretted.
'You see, my love, I answer you,' said Sir Willoughby.
He resumed: 'But let old Vernon have his trial with the lad. He has his own ideas. Let him carry them out. I shall watch the experiment.'
Clara was for abandoning her task in sheer faintness.
'Is not the question one of money?' she said, shyly, knowing Mr. Whitford to be poor.
'Old Vernon chooses to spend his money that way.' replied Sir Willoughby. 'If it saves him from breaking his shins and risking his neck on his Alps, we may consider it well employed.'
'Yes,' Clara's voice occupied a pause.
She seized her languor as it were a curling snake and cast it off. 'But I understand that Mr. Whitford wants your assistance. Is he not — not rich? When he leaves the Hall to try his fortune in literature in London, he may not be so well able to support Crossjay and obtain the instruction necessary for the boy: and it would be generous to help him.'
'Leaves the Hall!' exclaimed Willoughby. 'I have not heard a word of it. He made a bad start at the beginning, and I should have thought that would have tamed him: had to throw over his Fellowship; ahem. Then he received a small legacy some time back, and wanted to be off to push his luck in Literature: rank gambling, as I told him. Londonizing can do him no good. I thought that nonsense of his was over years ago. What is it he has from me? — about a hundred and fifty a year: and it might be doubled for the asking: and all the books he requires: and these writers and scholars no sooner think of a book than they must have it. And do not suppose me to complain. I am a man who will not have a single shilling expended by those who serve immediately about my person. I confess to exacting that kind of dependency. Feudalism is not an objectionable thing if you can be sure of the lord. You know, Clara, and you should know me in my weakness too, I do not claim servitude, I stipulate for affection. I claim to be surrounded by persons loving me. And with one?… dearest! So that we two can shut out the world; we live what is the dream of others. Nothing imaginable can be sweeter. It is a veritable heaven on earth. To be the possessor of the whole of you! Your thoughts, hopes, all.'
Sir Willoughby intensified his imagination to conceive more: he could not, or could not express it, and pursued: 'But what is this talk of Vernon's leaving me? He cannot leave. He has barely a hundred a year of his own. You see, I consider him. I do not speak of the ingratitude of the wish to leave. You know, my dear, I have a deadly abhorrence of partings and such like. As far as I can, I surround myself with healthy people specially to guard myself from having my feelings wrung; and excepting Miss Dale, whom you like — my darling does like her?' — the answer satisfied him; 'with that one exception, I am not aware of a case that threatens to torment me. And here is a man, under no compulsion, talking of leaving the Hall! In the name of goodness, why? But why? Am I to imagine that the sight of perfect felicity distresses him? We are told that the world is 'desperately wicked'. I do not like to think it of my friends; yet otherwise their conduct is often hard to account for.'
'If it were true, you would not punish Crossjay?' Clara feebly interposed.
'I should certainly take Crossjay and make a man of him after my own model, my dear. But who spoke to you of this?'
'Mr. Whitford himself. And let me give you my opinion, Willoughby, that he will take Crossjay with him rather than leave him, if there is a fear of the boy's missing his chance of the navy.'
'Marines appear to be in the ascendant,' said Sir Willoughby, astonished at the locution and pleading in the interests of a son of one. 'Then Crossjay he must take. I cannot accept half the boy. I am,' he laughed, 'the legitimate claimant in the application for judgement before the wise king. Besides, the boy has a dose of my blood in him; he has none of Vernon's, not one drop.'
'Ah!'
'You see, my love?'
'Oh, I do see; yes.'
'I put forth no pretensions to perfection,' Sir Willoughby continued. 'I can bear a considerable amount of provocation; still I can be offended, and I am unforgiving when I have been offended. Speak to Vernon, if a natural occasion should spring up. I shall, of course, have to speak to him. You may, Clara, have observed a man who passed me on the road as we were cantering home, without a hint of a touch to his hat. That man is a tenant of mine, farming six hundred acres, Hoppner by name: a man bound to remember that I have, independently of my position, obliged him frequently. His lease of my ground has five years to run. I must say I detest the churlishness of our country population, and where it comes across me I chastise it. Vernon is a different matter: he will only require to be spoken to. One would fancy the old fellow laboured now and then under a magnetic attraction to beggary. My love,' he bent to her and checked their pacing up and down, 'you are tired?'
'I am very tired to-day,' said Clara.
His arm was offered. She laid two fingers on it, and they dropped when he attempted to press them to his rib.
He did not insist. To walk beside her was to share in the stateliness of her walking.
He placed himself at a corner of the door-way for her to pass him into the house, and doated on her cheek, her ear, and the softly dusky nape of her neck, where this way and that the little lighter-coloured irreclaimable curls running truant from the comb and the knot — curls, half-curls, root-curls, vine-ringlets, wedding-rings, fledgling feathers, tufts of down, blown wisps — waved or fell, waved over or up or involutedly, or strayed, loose and downward, in the form of small silken paws, hardly any of them much thicker than a crayon shading, cunninger than long round locks of gold to trick the heart.
L?titia had nothing to show resembling such beauty.
Chapter X
In Which Sir Willoughby Chances To Supply The Title For Himself
Now Vernon was useful to his cousin; he was the accomplished secretary of a man who governed his estate shrewdly and diligently, but had been once or twice unlucky in his judgements pronounced from the magisterial bench as a justice of the Peace, on which occasions a half column of trenchant English supported by an apposite classical quotation impressed Sir Willoughby with the value of such a secretary in a controversy. He had no fear of that fiery dragon of scorching breath — the newspaper press — while Vernon was his right hand man; and as he intended to enter Parliament, he foresaw the greater need of him. Furthermore, he liked his cousin to date his own controversial writings, on classical subjects, from Patterne Hall. It caused his house to shine in a foreign field; proved the service of scholarship by giving it a flavour of a bookish aristocracy that, though not so well worth having, and indeed in itself contemptible, is above the material and titular; one cannot quite say how. There, however, is the flavour. Dainty sauces are the life, the nobility, of famous dishes; taken alone, the former would be nauseating, the latter plebeian. It is thus, or somewhat so, when you have a poet, still better a scholar, attached to your household. Sir Willoughby deserved to have him, for he was above his county friends in his apprehension of the flavour bestowed by the man; and having him, he had made them conscious of their deficiency. His cook, M.
