The White Virgin Part 14

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"That's right. Go and fetch her. Tell her not to be frightened. She shan't see me die, for it won't be yet."

The Doctor left the bedroom, and the old man was alone with his younger son.

"Take hold of my hand, Clive. Sit down, my lad. That's right. There, don't look so cut up, my boy. I'm only going to sleep like a man should. It's simply nature; not the horror fanatics teach us. Now I want to talk business to you for a few minutes, and then business and money will be dead to me for ever."

"You wish me to do something, father?"

"Yes, boy. You will find everything in my will--you and the Doctor.



He's a good old friend, and his counsel is worth taking. Marry Janet, and make her a happy wife. She has some weaknesses, but you can mould her, my lad; and it will make her happy, and the Doctor too, for he loves you like a son."

"Yes, father."

"That's good. You're a fine, strong, clever man, Clive, but that was the dear, good, affectionate boy of twenty years ago speaking. Now then, about money matters. You'll be enormously rich over that mine, so for heaven's sake be a true, just man with it, and do your duty by all the shareholders. Stick to it through thick and thin. I remember all you told me when I recovered from my fit. I could repeat your report.

But I was convinced before, when all the London world thought I was getting up a swindle. There! that's enough about the mine--save this.

You'll be thinking of sharing with your brother. I forbid it. Keep to your portion as I have left it to you, and do good with it. To give to Jessop is to do evil. I am sorry, but it is the truth. He cannot help it perhaps, but he is not to be trusted, and you are not to league yourself with him in any way. You understand?"

"Yes, father!"

"I have made him a sufficiently rich man. Let him be content. You are not to trust him. I know Jessop by heart, and I can go from here feeling that I have done my duty by him."

At that moment the Doctor returned with his daughter, and the old speculator's face lit up with pleasure.

"Come here, p.u.s.s.y," he said. "I'm not very dreadful yet, my dear."

"Dear Mr Reed--dear Mr Reed!" cried Janet, running sobbing to his side; "don't, pray, talk like that."

The old man smiled with content as the girl fell upon her knees by the bed, and embraced him tenderly, "Ah! that's right. That's like my little darling," he said, and he stroked her cheek. "Don't cry any more, my dear. There! you two go farther away; Janet and I have a few words to say together."

Clive and the Doctor moved to the window and stood with their backs to the bed, the old man watching them intently for a few moments, and then smiling at Janet as he held and fondled her hand.

"There!" he said, "you are not to fret and be miserable about it, and when I'm gone it is not to interfere with your marriage."

"Oh, Mr Reed!" she cried pa.s.sionately.

"No, no, no," he continued quietly; "not a bit. Life is short, my dear; enjoy it, and do your work in it while you can. And mind, there is to be no silly parade of mourning for me. I'm not going to have your pretty face spoiled with black c.r.a.pe, and all that nonsense. Mourn for me in your dear little heart, Janet: not sadly, but with pleasant, happy memories of one who held you when you were a baby, and who has always looked upon you as his little daughter." Janet's face went down on the old man's hands with the tears flowing silently.

"Now, just a few more words, my dear," he almost whispered. "Your father and I have rather spoiled you by indulgence."

"Yes, yes," she whispered quickly. "I have not deserved so much."

"Never mind; you are going to be a dear good girl now, and make Clive a true, loving wife."

"Yes, I'll try so hard."

"It will not take much trying, Janet, for he loves you very dearly."

She raised her head sharply, and there was an angry look in her eyes.

"No, no, you are wrong," said the old man. "Always the same, my pet. I can read you with these little jealous fits and fancies. I tell you, he loves you very dearly, and I'm going to say something else, my pet, my last little bit of scolding, for I've always watched you very keenly for my boy's sake."

"Mr Reed!" she whispered, shrinking from him and glancing towards the window; but he held her hands tightly.

"They cannot hear us, little one," he said, "and I want you to listen.

For your own happiness, Janet, my child. It is poor Clive who ought to have been jealous and complained."

Janet hid her burning face.

"It was not all your fault, little one, but I saw a great deal.

Innocent enough with you; but Jacob has always been trying to win Esau's heritage, and even his promised wife."

The girl sobbed bitterly now, and laid her burning face close to the old man's, hiding it in the pillow.

"Oh, don't, don't," she whispered. "I never liked him, but he was always flattering me and saying nice things."

"Poison with sugar round them, my dear. But that's all past. You are to be Clive's dear honoured wife. No more silly, girlish little bits of flirtation. You are not spoiled, my dear, only petted a little too much. That's all to be put behind us now, is it not?"

"Yes, dear--yes, dear Mr Reed," she whispered, with her arms about his neck; and it was as if years had dropped away, and it was the little child the old man had petted and scolded a hundred times, asking forgiveness, as she whispered, "I will be good now, and love him very dearly."

"That's like my own child," said the old man. "Now let's hear the true woman speak."

"And do always what you wish," she said, looking him full in the eyes.

"That's right--try," he said, drawing her down to kiss her, and then signing to her to go.

"I'm tired," he said wearily. "Clive, take your little wife downstairs for a bit. Your hand, my boy. G.o.d bless you! Now, Doctor, I'll have an hour's sleep."

The Doctor signed for the young people to go down; and as he took a chair by the bed's head, Grantham Reed turned his head away from the light, and went off into the great sleep as calmly as a tired child.

CHAPTER ELEVEN.

JESSOP PLAYS TRUMPS.

Jessop Reed, when he left his father's bedroom, had gone straight down to the study, with his brow contracted and his heart full of bitterness, without seeing that he was closely watched, and that a pale, troubled face was raised over the top bal.u.s.trade, which looked very dull and gloomy in the yellow light which streamed through the soot-darkened skylight panes.

"So that's it," he said to himself, as he closed the door and threw himself into his father's great morocco-covered chair. "I'm n.o.body at all. The new king is to reign, and his name is Clive. I'm not even executor. No voice in anything; only the naughty boy to be punished.

If I could only see that will!"

His eyes wandered about the dark room with its conventional cases of books that were never read, and he looked at the cabinets and writing-table as if he expected to see some drawer open with the key already in it, so that he could take out the will and read it at his ease.

But he shook his head, for he knew that his father was too business-like a man to be careless over so important a doc.u.ment.

"At the lawyer's," he said to himself; "and there is no need. I know the old man too well; but I wonder what he has said. A few hundred a year for his naughty boy, and the dear, good, industrious youth, who always did as father wished, nearly everything."

"I know," he said, half aloud, as he sat back in the chair and took out his cigar-case to open it and select a strong, black roll of the weed, bit off the end savagely, and spat it upon the carpet.

"I suppose I may smoke here now without getting into grief. Poor old boy! his game's over; but, curse him, he might have played fair."

He lit the cigar, and began to smoke and muse with his eyes half closed.

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