Hester made no reply. It seemed to her that she would be willing to change lives even with Emma, to fall to her petty level, and estimate the chances of being settled, and count the men whom she could have managed to get on with, rather than carry on such an existence as hers. It was no glance of triumph, but one of humiliation, that she had cast, as they passed, upon the shuttered windows and close-drawn white draperies at the Grange. In her imagination she stole into the very bedchamber where Catherine had smiled to think of her disappointment, and delivered her soul of her secret. “I am not ashamed that we love each other: but I am ashamed that we have concealed it,” she imagined herself saying. She was very unhappy; there seemed no consolation for her anywhere. Edward had warned her in a hurried note that he was called to town. “I think it is coming at last,” he said. “I think we have made the grand coup at last.” He had said it so often that she had no faith in him; and how long was it to go on like this—how long?
Meanwhile the house of the young Merridews was still ringing with mirth and music. There was no restraint, or reserve, or prudence or care-taking, from garret to basement. Algernon, the young husband who was now a father as well, had perhaps taken a little more champagne than usual in honour of his wife’s first reappearance after that arrival. She was so brave, so “plucky,” they all said, so unconventional, that she had insisted on the Thés Dansantes going on all the same, though she was unable to preside over them, and was still up, a little pale but radiant with smiles, at the last supper-table when everyone was gone. Harry had been looking very grave all the evening. He had even attempted a little lecture over that final family supper. “If I were you, Algy and Nell,” he said, “I’d draw in a little now. You’ve got your baby to think of—save up something for that little beggar, don’t spend it all on a pack of fools that eat you up.”
“Oh, you old Truepenny,” Ellen said, without knowing what she meant, “you are always preaching. Hold your tongue, Algy, you have had too much wine; you ought to go to bed. If I can’t stand up for myself it’s strange to me. Who are you calling a pack of fools, Harry? It’s the only thing I call society in Redborough. All the other houses are as stiff as Spaniards. There is nobody but me to put a little life into them. They were all dead-alive before. If there’s a little going on now I think it’s all owing to me.”
“She is a wonderful little person is Nell,” cried her husband, putting a half-tipsy arm round her. “She has pluck for anything. To think she should carry on just the same, to let the rest have their pleasure when she was upstairs. I am proud of her, that is what I am. I am proud—”
“Oh, go to bed, Algy! If you ever do this again I will divorce you. I won’t put up with you. Harry, shut up,” said the young mistress of the house, who was fond of slang. “I can look after my own affairs.”
“And as for the money,” said Algy, with a jovial laugh, “I don’t care a ⸻ for the money. Ned’s put me up to a good thing or two. Ned’s not very much on the outside, but he’s a famous good fellow. He’s put me up,” he said, with a nod and broad smile of good humour, “to two—three capital things.”
“Ned!” cried Harry, almost with a roar of terror and annoyance, like the cry of a lion. “Do you mean to say you’ve put yourself in Ned’s hands?”
Upon which Ellen jumped up, red with anger, and pushed her husband away. “Oh, go to bed, you stupid!” she cried.
Harry had lost all his colour; his fair hair and large light moustache looked like shadows upon his whiteness. “For God’s sake, Ellen!” he said; “did you know of this?”
“Know of what?—it’s nothing,” she cried. “Yes, of course I know about it. I pushed him into it—he knows I did. What have you got to do with where we place our money? You may be sure we shan’t want you to pay anything for us,” she said.
Harry had never resented her little impertinences; he had always been submissive to her. He shook his head now more in sorrow than in anger. “Let’s hope you won’t want anybody to pay for you,” he said, and kissed his sister and went away.
Harry had never been in so solemn a mood before. The foolish young couple were a little awed by it, but at last Ellen found an explanation. “It’s ever since he was godfather to baby. He thinks he will have to leave all his money to him,” she said; and the incident ended in one of Algy’s usual bursts of laughter over his wife’s bons mots.
Harry, however, took the matter a great deal more seriously; he got little or no sleep that night. In the morning he examined the letters with an alarmed interest. Edward was to be back that evening, it was expected, and there was a mass of his letters on his desk with which his cousin did not venture to interfere. Edward had a confidential clerk, who guarded them closely. “Mr. Edward did not think there would be anything urgent, anything to trouble you about,” he said, following Harry into the room with unnecessary anxiety. “I can find that out for myself,” Harry said, sharply, turning upon this furtive personage. But he did
