A Life's Secret Part 17
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'If you don't, you belie your looks; that's all. Can you honestly affirm to me that you are in robust health?'
'I am in good health. There is nothing the matter with me.'
'Then there's something else in the wind. What's the trouble?'
A flush rose to the face of Mr. Hunter.
'I am in no trouble that you can relieve; I am quite well. I repeat that I do not understand your meaning.'
The doctor gazed at him keenly, and his tone changed to one of solemn earnestness.
'James, I suspect that you _are_ in trouble. Now, I do not wish to pry into it unnecessarily; but I would remind you of the sound wisdom that lies in the good old proverb: "In the mult.i.tude of counsellors there is safety."'
'And if there is?' returned Mr. Hunter.
'If you will confide the trouble to me, I will do what I can to help you out of it--_whatever it may be_--to advise with you as to what is best to be done. I am your wife's brother; could you have a truer friend?'
'You are very kind, Bevary. I am in no danger. When I am, I will let you know.'
The tone--one of playful mockery--grated on the ear of Dr. Bevary.
'Is it a.s.sumed to hide what he dare not betray?' thought he.
Mr. Hunter cut the matter short by crossing the yard to the time-keeper's office; and Dr. Bevary went out talking to himself: 'A wilful man must have his own way.'
Austin Clay sat up late that night, reading one of the quarterly reviews; he let the time slip by till the clock struck twelve. Mr. and Mrs. Quale had been in bed some time; when nothing was wanted for Mr.
Clay, Mrs. Quale was rigid in retiring at ten. Early to bed, and early to rise, was a maxim she was fond of, both in precept and practice. The striking of the church clock aroused him; he closed the book, left it on the table, pulled aside the crimson curtain, and opened the window to look out at the night before going into his chamber.
A still, balmy night. The stars shone in the heavens, and Daffodil's Delight, for aught that could be heard or seen just then, seemed almost as peaceful as they. Austin leaned from the window; his thoughts ran not upon the stars or upon the peaceful scene around, but upon the curious trouble which seemed to be overshadowing Mr. Hunter. 'Five thousand pounds!' His ears had caught distinctly the ominous sum. 'Could he have fallen into Lawyer Gwinn's "clutches" to _that_ extent?'
There was much in it that Austin could not fathom. Mr. Hunter had hinted at 'bills;' Miss Gwinn had spoken of the 'breaking up of her happy home;' two calamities apparently distinct and apart. And how was it that they were in ignorance of his name, his existence, his----
A startling interruption came to Austin's thoughts. Mrs. Shuck's door was pulled hastily open, and some one panting with excitement, uttering faint, sobbing cries, came running down their garden into Peter Quale's.
It was Mary Baxendale. She knocked sharply at the door with nervous quickness.
'What is it, Mary?' asked Austin.
She had not seen him; but, of course, the words caused her to look up.
'Oh! sir,' the tears streaming from her eyes as she spoke, 'would you please call Mrs. Quale, and ask her to step in? Mother's on the wing.'
'I'll call her. Mary!'--for she was speeding back again--'can I get any other help for you? If I can be of use, step back and tell me.'
Sam Shuck came out of his house as Austin spoke, and went flying up Daffodil's Delight. He had gone for Dr. Bevary. The doctor had desired to be called, should there be any sudden change. Of course, he did not mean the change of _death_. He could be of no use in that; but how could they discriminate?
Mrs. Quale was dressed and in the sick chamber with all speed. Dr.
Bevary was not long before he followed her. Neighbours on either side put their heads out.
Ten minutes at the most, and Dr. Bevary was out again. Austin was then leaning over Peter Quale's gate. He had been in no urgent mood for bed before, and this little excitement, though it did not immediately concern him, afforded an excuse for not going to it.
'How is she, sir?'
'Is it you?' responded Dr. Bevary. 'She is gone. I thought it would be sudden at the last.'
'Poor thing!' e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Austin.
'Poor thing? Ay, that's what we are all apt to say when our friends die.
But there is little cause when the change has been prepared for, the spirit made ripe for heaven. She's gone to a world where there's neither sickness nor pain.'
Austin made no reply. The doctor spoke again after a pause.
'Clay--to go from a solemn subject to one that--that may, however, prove not less solemn in the end--you heard me mention a stranger I met at the gates of the yard to-day, and Mr. Hunter would not take my question. Was it Gwinn of Ketterford?'
The doctor had spoken in a changed, low tone, laying his hand, in his earnestness, on Austin's shoulder. Austin paused. He did not know whether he ought to answer.
'You need not hesitate,' said the doctor, divining his scruples. 'I can understand that Mr. Hunter may have forbidden you to mention it, and that you would be faithful to him. Don't speak; your very hesitation has proved it to me. Good night, my young friend; we would both serve him if we only knew how.'
Austin watched him away, and then went indoors, for Daffodil's Delight began to be astir, and to collect itself around him, Sam Shuck having a.s.sisted in spreading the news touching Mrs. Baxendale. Daffodil's Delight thought nothing of leaving its bed, and issuing forth in shawls and pantaloons upon any rising emergency, regarding such interludes of disturbed rest as socially agreeable.
CHAPTER IX.
THE SEPARATION OF HUNTER AND HUNTER.
Austin Clay sat at his desk at Hunter and Hunter's, sorting the morning letters, which little matter of employment formed part of his duties. It was the morning subsequent to the commotion in Daffodil's Delight. His thoughts were running more on that than on the letters, when the postmark 'Ketterford' on two of them caught his eye.
The one was addressed to himself, the other to 'Mr. Lewis Hunter,' and the handwriting of both was the same. Disposing of the rest of the letters as usual, placing those for the Messrs. Hunter in their room, against they should arrive, and dealing out any others there might be for the hands employed in the firm, according to their address, he proceeded to open his own.
To the very end of it Austin read; and then, and not till then, he began to suspect that it could not be meant for him. No name whatever was mentioned in the letter; it began abruptly, and it ended abruptly; not so much as 'Sir,' or 'Dear Sir,' was it complimented with, and it was simply signed 'A. G.' He read it a second time, and then its awful meaning flashed upon him, and a red flush rose to his brow and settled there, as if burnt into it with a branding iron. He had become possessed of a dangerous secret.
There was no doubt that the letter was written by Miss Gwinn to Mr.
Hunter. By some extraordinary mischance, she had misdirected it.
Possibly the letter now lying on Mr. Hunter's desk, might be for Austin.
Though, what could she be writing about to him?
He sat down. He was quite overcome with the revelation; it was, indeed, of a terrible nature, and he would have given much not to have become cognizant of it. 'Bills!' 'Money!' So that had been Mr. Hunter's excuse for the mystery! No wonder he sought to turn suspicion into any channel but the real one.
Austin was poring over the letter like one in a nightmare, when Mr.
Hunter interrupted him. He crushed it into his pocket with all the aspect of a guilty man; any one might have taken him in his confusion so to be. Not for himself was he confused, but he feared lest Mr. Hunter should discover the letter. Although certainly written for him, Austin did not dare hand it to him, for it would never do to let Mr. Hunter know that he possessed the secret. Mr. Hunter had come in, holding out the other letter from Ketterford.
'This letter is for you, Mr. Clay. It has been addressed to me by mistake, I conclude.'
Austin took it, and glanced his eyes over it. It contained a few abrupt lines, and a smaller note, sealed, was inside it.
'My brother is in London, Austin Clay. I have reason to think he will be calling upon the Messrs. Hunter. Will you watch for him, and give him the inclosed note? Had he told me where he should put up in town, I should have had no occasion to trouble you.
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