Guy Deverell. Volume 1 of 2. Le Fanu Joseph Sheridan

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СКАЧАТЬ have had a grandfather who was a fashionable and wicked notoriety of mature years, and who had built an addition to the family mansion so long as a hundred and thirty years ago. But this gentleman had married late, as rakes sometimes do, and his son, Sir Harry, married still later – somewhere about seventy; having been roused to this uncomfortable exertion by the proprietorial airs of a nephew who was next in succession. To this matrimonial explosion Sir Jekyl owed his entrance and agreeable sojourn upon the earth.

      "I won't ask you to stay now; you're in a state. I'll write to town for Sinnott, as you insist on it, but you won't leave us in confusion, and you'll make her au fait– won't you? Give her any hints she may require; and I know I shall have you back again when you cool a little, or at all events when we go back to Dartbroke; for I don't think I shall like this place."

      So Donica Gwynn declared herself willing to remain till Mrs. Sinnott should arrive from London; and preparations for the reception of guests proceeded with energy.

      CHAPTER VII

      The Baronet Pursues

      Sir Jekyl Marlowe was vexed when the letters came, and none from Pelter and Crowe. There are people who expect miracles from their doctors and lawyers, and, in proportion to their accustomed health and prosperity, are unreasonable when anything goes wrong. The Baronet's notion was that the legal firm in question ought to think and even dream of nothing else than his business. It was an impertinence their expecting him to think about it. What were they there for? He knew that London was a pretty large place, and England still larger; and that it was not always easy to know what everybody was about in either, and still less what each man was doing on the Continent. Pelter and Crowe had some other clients too on their hands, and had hitherto done very satisfactorily. But here was a serious-looking thing – the first really uncomfortable occurrence which had taken place under his reign – the first opportunity for exhibiting common vigilance – and he ventured to say those fellows did not know these Strangways people were in these kingdoms at all!

      Sir Jekyl, though an idle fellow, was a man of action, so he ordered his horse, and rode nine miles to the "Plough Inn," where he hoped to see Mr. Strangways again, improve his intimacy, and prevail with the gentlemen to return with him to Marlowe, and spend a fortnight there, when, or the devil was in it, he should contrive to get at the bottom of their plans.

      He looked shrewdly in at the open door as he rode up, and halloed for some one to take his horse. The little porch smiled pleasantly, and the two gables and weather-cock, in the sunlight; and the farmer on the broad and dingy panel, in his shirt-sleeves, low-crowned, broad-leafed hat, crimson waistcoat, canary-coloured shorts, and blue stockings, and flaxen wig, was driving his plump horses, and guilding his plough undiscouraged, as when last he saw him.

      Boots and Mrs. Jones came out. Sir Jekyl was too eager to wait to get down; so from the saddle he accosted his buxom hostess, in his usual affable style. The Baronet was not accustomed to be crossed and thwarted as much as, I have been told, men with less money sometimes are; and he showed his mortification in his face when he learned that the two gentlemen had left very early that morning.

      "This morning! Why you said yesterday they would not go till evening. Hang it, I wish you could tell it right; and what the d – l do you mean by Strangers? Call him Strangways, can't you. It's odd people can't say names."

      He must have been very much vexed to speak so sharply; and he saw, perhaps, how much he had forgotten himself in the frightened look which good Mrs. Jones turned upon him.

      "I don't mean you, my good little soul. It's their fault; and where are they gone to? I wanted to ask them both over to Marlowe. Have you a notion?"

      "They took our horses as far as the 'Bell and Horns,' at Slowton." She called shrilly to Boots, "They're not stoppin' at the 'Bell and Horns,' sure. Come here, and tell Sir Jekyl Marlowe about Mr. Strangers."

      "You said last night they were going to Awkworth;" and Sir Jekyl chuckled scornfully, for he was vexed.

      "They changed their minds, sir."

      "Well, we'll say so. You're a wonderful fascinating sex. Egad! if you could only carry anything right in your heads for ten minutes, you'd be too charming." And at this point Boots emerged, and Sir Jekyl continued, addressing him —

      "Well, where are the gentlemen who left this morning?" asked he.

      "They'll be at the 'Bell and Horns,' sir."

      "Where's that?"

      "Slowton, sir."

      "I know. What hour did they go?"

      "Eight o'clock, sir."

      "Just seven miles. The Sterndale Road, isn't it?"

      "Yes, sir."

      And that was all Boots had to tell.

      "Will ye please to come in, sir?" inquired Mrs. Jones.

      "No, my good creature. I haven't time. The old gentleman – what's his name?"

      "I don't know, Sir, please. He calls the young gentleman Guy, and the young gentleman calls him sir."

      "And both the same name?"

      "We calls 'em both Strangers, please, sir."

      "I know. Servants, had they?"

      "Yes, sir, please. But they sent 'em on."

      "Rich – don't want for money, I suppose. Eh?"

      "Oh! plenty money, sir."

      "And the servants called the men Strangways, I suppose, eh?"

      "Yes, Sir Jekyl, please; and so the letters came."

      "You never happened to hear any other name?"

      "No, Sir Jekyl."

      "Think."

      Mrs. Jones did think, but could recall nothing.

      "Nothing with a D?"

      "D, sir! What, sir?"

      "No matter what," said the Baronet. "No name beginning with D – eh?"

      "No, sir. You don't think they're going by a false name?" inquired the lady, curiously.

      "What the devil puts that in your head? Take care of the law; you must not talk that way, you foolish little rogue."

      "I did not know, sir," timidly answered Mrs. Jones, who saw in Sir Jekyl, the Parliament-man, Deputy-Lieutenant, and Grand Juror, a great oracle of the law.

      "I only wanted to know whether you had happened to hear the name of the elder of the two gentlemen, and could recollect what letter it begins with."

      "No, sir, please."

      "So you've no more to tell me?"

      "Nothing, sir."

      "If they come back tell them I rode over to offer them some shooting, and to beg they'd remember to come to Marlowe. You won't forget?"

      "No sir."

      "Do they return here?"

      "I think not, sir."

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