The Unknown Ajax

mills, or any other such things, and you will oblige me by not mentioning the subject again!” He then turned towards Hugo, and said: “As for you, I do not know what your purpose is in travelling to Yorkshire, but I trust you mean to dispose of whatever may be your interest in your grandfather’s business. It is extremely repugnant to me to think that a Darracott, and my heir, should owe any part of his subsistence to it!”

He did not wait for an answer, which was fortunate, since Hugo showed no sign of giving him one, but stalked out of the room.

Claud, who had listened to him in open-mouthed astonishment, exclaimed: “Dashed if I don’t think he’s begun to get queer in his attic! Well, what I mean is, hubble-bubble! I don’t set up as one of these clever coves, but I’ve got more sense in my knowledge-box than to say such an addlebrained thing as that! Seems to me it don’t make a ha’porth of difference whether you keep the dashed mill, or whether you don’t, because that’s where all your gingerbread came from, whichever way you look at it. And don’t you tell me it’s repugnant to him to have you coming down with the derbies, because all I’ve got to say to that is, Gammon!”

Hugo did not reply. He was watching Richmond, who had gone over to the window, and was staring out, his gaze unfocused. He looked dejected, and Hugo said: “I’m sorry, lad, but happen I’ll be able to take you another time,”

Richmond turned his head. “Yes, of course. I hope you will, for I should like very much to go with you. Was it that which made him angry last night? He didn’t like it, when I told him you’d asked me to go, but he didn’t rip up at me. Why did he fly into a passion all at once, and quarrel with you?”

“Nay, the Lord only knows!” said Hugo.

“Well, that’s a hummer, if ever I heard one!” said Claud. “We all know what made him quarrel with you! It was Vincent’s doing, of course. Sort of thing he would do, what’s more!”

“Vincent?”Richmond said.

“That’s it,” nodded Claud. “If he hadn’t stirred the coals, it wouldn’t have happened, and I daresay the old gentleman would have let you go with Hugo, but once he’d flung the cat amongst the pigeons the trap was down.”

“He didn’t mean to stir the coals,” interposed Hugo, seeing the look of bewildered chagrin on Richmond’s face. “He certainly took the wrong sow by the ear, but what he wanted to do was to try whether he couldn’t get his lordship to listen to reason about you, lad.”

“Well, if that’s what you think, you don’t know Vincent!” said Claud. “Yes, I wish I may see Vincent trying to help Richmond, or anyone else, for that matter! A fine way to help him, asking you whether you’d be willing to purchase a cornetcy for him! Why, even a regular flat would have seen what he was trying to do!”

Richmond caught his breath, his eyes flying to Hugo’s face. “Oh, no! You wouldn’t—would you?”

Hugo smiled at him. “Yes, of course I would, but I may not be able to do it until you’re of age. You needn’t fear I won’t make a push to bring his lordship round to the notion, but it’ll be best if you, and Vincent, too, leave it to me to choose my own time for coming to grips with him.”

Those ridiculously expressive eyes were fairly blazing; Richmond said impetuously: “I’ll do anything you say! Hugo, do you mean it? If I’d known—! I didn’t think there was the least hope, because even when I’m of age I shan’t be able to purchase it for myself, and all I thought I could do was to join as a volunteer, which I would, only I want a cavalry regiment m-more than anything else in the world! Hugo, will you lend me the purchase-price? I shan’t be able to pay it back for years, because my father didn’t leave anything but debts, and Mama’s own fortune is very small, but in the end, of course it will come to me,

“Whoa, lad!” begged Hugo, laughing at this tumbled entreaty. “You keep out of mischief, and I’ll make you a present of it for your twenty-first birthday!”

Richmond tried to speak, failed, swallowed convulsively, and managed to jerk out: “Thank you! I c-can’t—You don’t know what it means to me! Even if I have to wait—go to Oxford—it doesn’t signify! It was thinking there wasn’t any hope—! Well, I—Well, thank you! ”he ended, in a rush. He bestowed a shy, tremulous smile upon his benefactor, and, his feelings threatening to overcome him, ran out of the room.

Claud, who had been regarding him with the sort of mild wonder he might have felt upon being confronted with a freak at Bartholomew Fair, sighed, and shook his head. “What did I tell you?” he said. “It wouldn’t surprise me if it turns out he’s a trifle queer in his attic too. I don’t say he won’t look bang-up to the knocker in Hussar rig, because, now I come to think of it, it’s just the thing for him, but it’s my belief he don’t care a rush what kind of a uniform he’ll have to sport.”

“Nay, do you think I’m queer in my attic?” expostulated Hugo.

“Think? I dashed well know you are! In fact,” said Claud frankly, “it’s my belief you were born with rats in your upper storey!”

Chapter 18

Lord Darracott’s bleak mood lasted throughout the day, but since Richmond appeared to have accepted his harsh decree with perfect serenity, and neither repulsive looks nor snubbing replies produced any change whatsoever in Hugo’s demeanour, he had become so far mollified, by the time he sat down to dinner on the following evening, as to be able to bring himself to address several remarks to Hugo, and even, once, to agree with what he said, besides demanding of Lady Aurelia, with a near approach to geniality, whether they were to enjoy their usual rubber or two of whist. This was generally felt to be a sign that the storm (provided that no one offered him any provocation) was over; and although Anthea could have thought of a more agreeable way of passing the evening, and Vincent considered that playing whist for chicken-stakes was a dead bore, neither hesitated to acquiesce in this scheme for his lordship’s entertainment, though both wished heartily that it had not developed into a ritual. Lord Darracott had been a hardened gamester in his day, but, unlike Vincent, he cared as much for the play as for the stake, and all that was needed for his enjoyment was a reasonable degree of luck, and three other players who could be relied on not to provoke him by stupidity, inattention, slowness of wit, or, in fact, any of the faults that characterized such indifferent card players as Mrs. Darracott, and Hugo.

Any apprehension that Richmond’s unmistakeable air of elation would make his lordship suspicious the Major was soon able to banish from his mind. His lordship’s egotism was of too sublime an order to allow of his having the smallest perception; and since a long and unquestioned reign over his family had convinced him that submission to his commands and prohibitions was inevitable, he saw nothing remarkable in a docility that anyone else must have deemed so unnatural as to give rise to serious alarm. If he thought at all of the warning Vincent had tried to convey to him, it was with contempt. No doubt of his infallibility troubled him; no misgiving that the high courage in which he gloried was incompatible with docility ever so much as occurred to him: Richmond was the product of his own, untrammelled training; he had perceived at the outset he was worthy of attention; so it would have seemed to him very extraordinary had the boy not grown up to be as near perfection as made no odds.

Vincent, perceiving more clearly than anyone the absolute nature of his lordship’s belief, remarked to Hugo, with something of a snap: “It is devoutly to be hoped there’s no truth in your suspicion, coz, for I shudder to think of what the consequences might be if Richmond were to tumble off the pedestal our misguided progenitor built for him to sit on!”

Hugo nodded.

“I tried to give him a hint, you know. I might as well have spared my breath.”

“Eh, you shouldn’t have done that!” Hugo said.

“Oh, have no fear! I seem to have made a slip-slop of the whole affair, but I am not quite chuckleheaded! I gave him no hint of the particular mischief I had in mind,” replied Vincent, with a short laugh. “I collect, by the way, that you’ve promised Richmond that cornetcy. I trust it may give him something other to think of than smuggling—if he does think of smuggling!”

“That’s what I trust, too,” said Hugo. “I told him he should have it if he kept out of mischief, and I’m hopeful we’ll have no more need to fatch ourselves, for there’s no question at all about it: he was thrown into such transports he could hardly speak!”

“I am aware. You have certainly become his beau ideal!”