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THE
TENANTS OF MALORY.
(Reprinted from the "Dublin University Magazine.")
THE
TENANTS OF MALORY.
A Novel.
by
JOSEPH SHERIDAN LE FANU,
AUTHOR OF "UNCLE SILAS," "GUY DEVERELL," "THE HOUSE BY THE CHURCHYARD," ETC. ETC.
IN THREE VOLUMES.
VOL. III.
LONDON: TINSLEY BROTHERS, 18, CATHERINE ST., STRAND. 1867.
[_The Right of Translation is reserved._]
LONDON:
BRADBURY, EVANS, AND CO., PRINTERS, WHITEFRIARS.
CONTENTS.
CHAP. PAGE
I.--A LARK 1
II.--A NEW VOICE 13
III.--CLEVE COMES 25
IV.--LOVE'S REMORSE 36
V.--MRS. MERVYN'S DREAM 49
VI.--TOM HAS A "TALK" WITH THE ADMIRAL 63
VII.--ARCADIAN RED BRICK, LILAC, AND LABURNUM 74
VIII.--THE TRIUMVIRATE 84
IX.--IN VERNEY HOUSE 102
X.--A THUNDER-STORM 113
XI.--THE PALE HORSE 120
XII.--IN WHICH HIS FRIENDS VISIT THE SICK 133
XIII.--MR. DINGWELL THINKS OF AN EXCURSION 152
XIV.--A SURPRISE 164
XV.--CLAY RECTORY BY MOONLIGHT 174
XVI.--AN ALARM 187
XVII.--A NEW LIGHT 200
XVIII.--MR. DINGWELL AND MRS. MERVYN CONVERSE 210
XIX.--THE GREEK MERCHANT SEES LORD VERNEY 221
XX.--A BREAK-DOWN 238
XXI.--MR. LARKIN'S TWO MOVES 251
XXII.--CONCLUSION 264
THE
TENANTS OF MALORY.
CHAPTER I.
A LARK.
"THERE'S some 'Old Tom,' isn't there? Get it, and glasses and coldwater, _here_," said Cleve to his servant, who, patient, polite,sleepy, awaited his master. "You used to like it--and here arecigars;" and he shook out a shower upon his drawing-room table cover."And where did you want to go at this time of night?"
"To Wright's, to see the end of the great game of billiards--Sellerand Culverin, you know; I've two pounds on it."
"I don't care if I go with you, just now. What's this?--When the devildid this come?" Cleve had picked up and at one pale glance read alittle note that lay on the table; and then he repeated coollyenough--
"I say, when did this come?"
"Before one, sir, I think," said Shepperd.
"Get me my coat," and Shepperd disappeared.
"Pestered to _death_," he said, moodily. "See, you have got the thingshere, and cigars. I shan't be five minutes away. If I'm longer, don'twait for me; but finish this first."
Cleve had turned up the collar of his outer coat, and buttoned itacross his chin, and pulled a sort of travelling cap down on hisbrows, and away he went, looking very pale and anxious.
He did not come back in five minutes; nor in ten, twenty, or fortyminutes. The "Old Tom" in the bottle had run low; Sedley looked at hiswatch; he could wait no longer.
When he got out upon the flagway, he felt the agreeable stimulus ofthe curious "Old Tom" sufficiently to render a little pause expedientfor the purpose of calling to mind with clearness the geographicalbearings of Wright's billiard-rooms--whither accordingly hesauntered--eastward, along deserted and echoing streets, with here andthere a policeman poking into an area, or loitering along histwo-mile-an-hour duty march, and now and then regaled by the unearthlymusic of love-sick cats among the roofs.
These streets and squares, among which he had in a manner losthimself, had in their day been the haunts and quarters of fashion, afairy world, always migrating before the steady march of business.Sedley had quite lost his reckoning. If he had been content to go byLudgate-hill, he would have been at Wright's half an hour before.Sedley did not know these dingy and respectable old squares; he hadnot even seen a policeman for the last twenty minutes, and was justthen quite of the Irish lawyer's opinion that life is not long enoughfor short cuts.
In a silent street he passed a carriage standing near a lamp. Thedriver on the flagway looked hard at him. Sedley was not a romanticbeing only; he had also his waggish mood, and loved a lark when itcame. He returned the fellow's stare with a glance as significant,slackening his pace.
"Well?" said Sedley.
"Well!" replied the driver.
"Capital!" answered Sedley.
"Be you him?" demanded the driver, after a pause.
"No; be _you_?" answered Sedley.
The driver seemed a little puzzled, and eyed Sedley doubtfully; andSedley looked into the carriage, which, however, was empty, and thenat the house at whose rails it stood; but it was dark from top tobottom.
He had thoughts of stepping in and availing himself of the vehicle;but seeing no particular fun in the procedure, and liking better towalk, he merely said, nodding toward the carriage--
"Lots of room."
"Room enough, I dessay."
"How long do you mean to wait?"
"As long as I'm paid for."
"Give my love to your mother."
"Feard she won't vally it."
"Take care of yourself--for _my_ sake."
Doubtless there was a retort worthy of so sprightly a dialogue; butSedley could not hear distinctly as he paced on, looking up at themoon, and thinking how beautifully she used to shine, and was no doubtthen shining, on the flashing blue sea at Cardyllian, and over themisty mountains. And he thought of his pretty cousin Agnes Etherage;and "Yes," said he within himself, quickening his pace, "if I win thattwo pounds at Wright's, I'll put two pounds to it, the two pounds Ishould have lost, that is--there's nothing extravagant in that--andgive little Agnes something pretty; I said I would; and though it wasonly joke, still it's a promise."
Some tradesmen's bills that morning had frightened him, and as heperiodically did, he had bullied himself into resolutions of economy,out of which he ingeniously reasoned himself again. "What shall it be?I'll look in to-morrow at Dymock and Rose's--they have lots ofcharming little French trifles. Where the deuce are we now?"
He paused, and looking about him, and then down a stable-lane betweentwo old-fashioned houses of handsome dimensions, he saw a fellow in agreat coat loitering slowly down it, and looking up vigilantly at thetwo or three windows in the side of the mansion.
"A robbery, by George!" thought Sedley, as he marked the prowlingvigilance of the man, and his peculiar skulking gait.
He had no sort of weapon about him, not even a stick; but he is one ofthe best sparrers extant, and thinks pluck and "a fist-full of fives"well worth a revolver.
Sedley hitched his shoulders, plucked off the one glove that remainedon, and followed him softly a few steps, dogging him down the lane,with that shrewd, stern glance which men exchange in the prize-ring.But when on turning about t
he man in the surtout saw that he wasobserved, he confirmed Sedley's suspicions by first pausingirresolutely, and ultimately withdrawing suddenly round the angle.
Sedley had not expected this tactique. For whatever purpose, the manhad been plainly watching the house, and it was nearly three o'clock.Thoroughly blooded now for a "lark," Sedley followed swiftly to thecorner, but could not see him; so, as he returned, a low window in theside wall opened, and a female voice said, "Are you there?"
"Yes," replied Tom Sedley, confidentially drawing near.
"Take this."
"All right"--and thereupon he received first a bag and then a box,each tolerably heavy.
Sedley was amused. A mystification had set in; a quiet robbery, and hethe receiver. He thought of dropping the booty down the area of therespectable house round the corner, but just then the man in thesurtout emerged from the wing, so to speak, and marching slowly up theperspective of the lane, seemed about to disturb him, but once morechanged his mind, and disappeared.
"What is to happen next?" wondered Tom Sedley. In a few minutes a doorwhich opens from the back yard or garden of the house from which hehad received his burthen, opened cautiously, and a woman in a cloakstepped out, carrying another bag, a heavy one it also seemed, andbeckoning to him, said, so soon as he was sufficiently near--
"Is the carriage come?"
"Yes'm," answered Tom, touching his hat, and affecting as well as hecould the ways of a porter or a cabman.
"When they comes," she resumed, "you'll bring us to where it is, mind,and fetch the things with you--and mind ye, no noise nor talking, andwalk as light as you can."
"All right," said Tom, in the same whisper in which she spoke.
It could not be a robbery--Tom had changed his mind; there was an airof respectability about the servant that conflicted with that theory,and the discovery that the carriage was waiting to receive the partywas also against it.
Tom was growing more interested in his adventure; and entering intothe fuss and mystery of the plot.
"Come round, please, and show me where the carriage stands," said thewoman, beckoning to Tom, who followed her round the corner.
She waited for him, and laid her hand on his elbow, giving him alittle jog by way of caution.
"Hush--not a word above your breath, mind," she whispered; "_I_ seethat's it; well, it needn't come no nearer, mind."
"All right, ma'am."
"And there's the window," she added in a still more cautious whisper,and pointing with a nod and a frown at a window next the hall door,through the shutter of which a dim light was visible.
"Ha!" breathed Tom, looking wise, "and all safe _there_?"
"We're never sure; sometimes awake; sometimes not; sometimes quiet;sometimes quite wild-like; and the window pushed open, for hair!Hoffle he is!"
"And always was," hazarded Tom.
"Wuss now, though," whispered she, shaking her head ruefully, and shereturned round the angle of the house and entered the door throughwhich she had issued, and Tom set down his load not far from the samepoint.
Before he had waited many minutes the same door re-opened, and twoladies, as he judged them to be from something in their air and dress,descended the steps together, followed by the maid carrying theblack-leather bag as before. They stopped just under the door, whichthe servant shut cautiously and locked; and then these three femalefigures stood for a few seconds whispering together; and after thatthey turned and walked up the lane towards Tom Sedley, who touched hishat as they approached, and lifted his load again.
The two ladies were muffled in cloaks. The taller wore no hat orbonnet; but had instead a shawl thrown over her head and shoulders,hood-wise. She walked, leaning upon the shorter lady, languidly, likea person very weak, or in pain, and the maid at the other side, placedher arm tenderly round her waist, under her mufflers, and aided herthus as she walked. They crossed the street at the end of thestable-lane, and walked at that side toward the carriage. The maidsigned to Tom, who carried his luggage quickly to its destination onthe box, and was in time to open the carriage-door.
"Don't you mind," said the woman, putting Tom unceremoniously aside,and herself aiding the taller lady into the old-fashioned carriage. Asshe prepared to get in, Tom for a moment fancied a recognition;something in the contour of the figure, muffled as it was, for asecond struck him; and at the same moment all seemed like a dream, andhe stepped backward involuntarily in amazement. Had he not seen thesame gesture. The arm, exactly so, and that slender hand in agardening glove, holding a tiny trowel, under the dark foliage of oldtrees.
The momentary gesture was gone. The lady leaning back, a muffledfigure, in the corner of the carriage, silent. Her companion, who hethought looked sharply at him, from within, now seated herself besideher; and the maid also from her place inside, told him from thewindow--
"Bid him drive now where he knows, quickly," and she pulled up thewindow.
Tom was too much interested now to let the thread of his adventure go.So to the box beside the driver he mounted, and delivered the order hehad just received.
Away he drove swiftly, Citywards, through silent and empty streets.Tom quickly lost his bearings; the gas lamps grew few and far between;he was among lanes and arches, and sober, melancholy streets, such ashe had never suspected of an existence in such a region.
Here the driver turned suddenly up a narrow way between old brickwalls, with tufts of dingy grass here and there at top, and the wornmortar lines overlaid with velvet moss. This short passage terminatedin two tall brick piers, surmounted by worn and moss-grown balls ofstone.
Tom jumped down and pushed back the rusty iron gates, and they droveinto an unlighted, melancholy court-yard; and Tom thundered at a tallnarrow hall-door, between chipped and worn pilasters of the same whitestone, surmounted by some carved heraldry, half effaced.
Standing on the summit of the steps he had to repeat his summons, tillthe cavernous old mansion pealed again with the echo, before a lightgave token of the approach of a living being to give them greeting.
Tom opened the carriage door, and let down the steps, perhaps a littleclumsily, but he was getting through his duties wonderfully.
The party entered the spacious wainscoted hall, in which was an oldwooden bench, on which, gladly, it seemed, the sick lady sat herselfdown. A great carved doorway opened upon a square second hall orlobby, through which the ray of the single candle glanced duskily, andtouched the massive banisters of a broad staircase.
This must have been the house of a very great man in its day, a LordChancellor, perhaps, one of those Hogarthian mansions in which suchmen as my Lord Squanderfield might have lived in the first George'sdays.
"How could any man have been such an idiot," thought Sedley, filledwith momentary wonder, "as to build a palace like this in such aplace?"
"Dear me! what a place--what a strange place!" whispered the elderlady, "where are we to go?"
"Up-stairs, please'm," said the woman with a brass candlestick in herhand.
"I hope there's fire, and more light, and--and proper comfort there?"
"Oh! yes'm, please; everythink as you would like, please."
"Come, dear," said the old lady tenderly, giving her arm to thelanguid figure resting in the hall.
So guided and lighted by the servant they followed her up the greatwell staircase.