"Why, Lord Trowbridge--!"
"If you please, Mr. Fenwick, I will go on. My time here cannot be long, and I have a proposition which I am desirous of making to Mr. Gilmore, as a magistrate acting in this part of the county. Of course, it is not for me to animadvert upon what the magistrates may do at the bench to-morrow."
"I am sure your lordship would make no such animadversion," said Mr.
Gilmore.
"I do not intend it, for many reasons. But I may go so far as to say that a demand for the young man's release will be made."
"He is to be released, I presume, as a matter of course," said the parson.
The Marquis made no allusion to this, but went on. "If that be done,--and I must say that I think no such step would be taken by the bench at Westbury,--whither will the young man betake himself?"
"Home to his father, of course," said the parson.
"Back into this parish, with his paramour, to murder more of my tenants."
"My lord, I cannot allow such an unjust statement to be made," said the parson.
"I wish to speak for one moment; and I wish it to be remembered that I am addressing myself especially to your neighbour, Mr. Gilmore, who has done me the honour of waiting upon me here at my request. I do not object to your presence, Mr. Fenwick, or to that of any other gentleman," and the Marquis bowed to Mr. Puddleham, who had stood by hitherto without speaking a word; "but, if you please, I must carry out the purpose that has brought me here. I shall think it very sad indeed, if this young man be allowed to take up his residence in the parish after what has taken place."
"His father has a house here," said Mr. Gilmore.
"I am aware of the fact," said the Marquis. "I believe that the young man's father holds a mill from you, and some few acres of land?"
"He has a very nice farm."
"So be it. We will not quarrel about terms. I believe there is no lease?--though, of course, that is no business of mine."
"I must say that it is not, my lord," said Mr. Gilmore, who was waxing wrothy and becoming very black about the brows.
"I have just said so; but I suppose you will admit that I have some interest in this parish? I presume that these two gentlemen, who are God's ministers here, will acknowledge that it is my duty, as the owner of the greater part of the parish, to interfere?"
"Certainly, my lord," said Mr. Puddleham.
Mr. Fenwick said nothing. He sat, or rather leant, against the edge of a table, and smiled. His brow was not black, like that of his friend; but Gilmore, who knew him, and who looked into his face, began to fear that the Marquis would be addressed before long in terms stronger than he himself, Mr. Gilmore, would approve.
"And when I remember," continued his lordship, "that the unfortunate man who has fallen a victim had been for nearly half a century a tenant of myself and of my family, and that he was foully murdered on my own property,--dragged from his bed in the middle of the night, and ruthlessly slaughtered in this very house in which I am sitting, and that this has been done in a parish of which I own, I think, something over two-thirds--"
"Two thousand and two acres out of two thousand nine hundred and ten," said Mr. Puddleham.
"I suppose so. Well, Mr. Puddleham, you need not have interrupted me."
"I beg pardon, my lord."
"What I mean to say is this, Mr. Gilmore,--that you should take steps to prevent that young man's return among our people. You should explain to the father that it cannot be allowed. From what I hear, it would be no loss if the whole family left the parish. I am told that one of the daughters is a--prostitute."
"It is too true, my lord," said Mr. Puddleham.
The parson turned round and looked at his colleague, but said nothing. It was one of the principles of his life that he wouldn't quarrel with Mr. Puddleham; and at the present moment he certainly did not wish to waste his anger on so weak an enemy.
"I think that you should look to this, Mr. Gilmore," said the Marquis, completing his harangue.
"I cannot conceive, my lord, what right you have to dictate to me in such a matter," said Mr. Gilmore.
"I have not dictated at all; I have simply expressed my opinion,"
said the Marquis.
"Now, my lord, will you allow me for a moment?" said Mr. Fenwick.
"In the first place, if Sam Brattle could not find a home at the mill,--which I hope he will do for many a long year to come,--he should have one at the Vicarage."
"I dare say," said the Marquis.
Mr. Puddleham held up both hands.
"You might as well hold your tongue, Frank," said Gilmore.
"It is a matter on which I wish to say a word or two, Harry. I have been appealed to as one of God's ministers here, and I acknowledge my responsibility. I never in my life heard any proposition more cruel or inhuman than that made by Lord Trowbridge. This young man is to be turned out because a tenant of his lordship has been murdered! He is to be adjudged to be guilty by us, without any trial, in the absence of all evidence, in opposition to the decision of the magistrates--"
"It is not in opposition to the magistrates, sir," said the Marquis.
"And to be forbidden to return to his own home, simply because Lord Trowbridge thinks him guilty! My lord, his father's house is his own, to entertain whom he may please, as much as is yours. And were I to suggest to you to turn out your daughters, it would be no worse an offence than your suggesting to Mr. Brattle that he should turn out his son."
"My daughters!"
"Yes, your daughters, my lord."
"How dare you mention my daughters?"
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"The ladies, I am well aware, are all that is respectable. I have not the slightest wish that you should ill-use them. But if you desire that your family concerns should be treated with reserve and reticence, you had better learn to treat the family affairs of others in the same way."
The Marquis by this time was on his feet, and was calling for Packer,--was calling for his carriage and horses,--was calling on the very gods to send down their thunder to punish such insolence as this. He had never heard of the like in all his experience. His daughters! And then there came across his dismayed mind an idea that his daughters had been put upon a par with that young murderer, Sam Brattle,--perhaps even on a par with something worse than this. And his daughters were such august persons,--old and ugly, it is true, and almost dowerless in consequence of the nature of the family settlements and family expenditure. It was an injury and an insult that Mr. Fenwick should make the slightest allusion to his daughters; but to talk of them in such a way as this, as though they were mere ordinary human beings, was not to be endured! The Marquis had hitherto had his doubts, but now he was quite sure that Mr. Fenwick was an infidel. "And a very bad sort of infidel, too," as he said to Lady Carolina on his return home. "I never heard of such conduct in all my life," said Lord Trowbridge, walking down to his carriage.
"Who can be surprised that there should be murderers and prostitutes in the parish?"
"My lord, they don't sit under me," said Mr. Puddleham.
"I don't care who they sit under," said his lordship.
As they walked away together, Mr. Fenwick had just a word to say to Mr. Puddleham. "My friend," he said, "you were quite right about his lordship's acres."
"Those are the numbers," said Mr. Puddleham.
"I mean that you were quite right to make the observation. Facts are always valuable, and I am sure Lord Trowbridge was obliged to you.
But I think you were a little wrong as to another statement."