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"And there's another point, my lord," resumed Donal: "you say I have nothing to do now with the affair: if not for my friend's sake, I have for my own."
"What do you mean?"
"That I am in the house a paid servant, and must not allow anything mischievous to go on in it without acquainting my master."
"You acknowledge, Mr. Grant, that you are neither more nor less than a paid servant, but you mistake your duty as such: I shall be happy to explain it to you.--You have nothing whatever to do with what goes on in the house; you have but to mind your work. I told you before, you are my brother's tutor, not mine! To interfere with what I do, is nothing less than a piece of d.a.m.ned impertinence!"
"That impertinence, however, I intend to be guilty of the moment I can get audience of your father."
"You will not, if I give you such explanation as satisfies you I have done the girl no harm, and mean honestly by her!" said Forgue in a confident, yet somewhat conciliatory tone.
"In any case," returned Donal, "you having once promised, and then broken your promise, I shall without fail tell your father all I know."
"And ruin her, and perhaps me too, for life?"
"The truth will ruin only those that ought to be ruined!" said Donal.
Forgue sprang upon him, and struck him a heavy blow between the eyes.
He had been having lessons in boxing while in Edinburgh, and had confidence in himself. It was a well-planted blow, and Donal unprepared for it. He staggered against the wall, and for a moment could neither see nor think: all he knew was that there was something or other he had to attend to. His lords.h.i.+p, excusing himself perhaps on the ground of necessity, there being a girl in the case, would have struck him again; but Andrew threw himself between, and received the blow for him.
As Donal came to himself, he heard a groan from the ground, and looking, saw Andrew at his feet, and understood.
"Dear old man!" he said; "he dared to strike you!"
"He didna mean 't," returned Andrew feebly. "Are ye winnin' ower 't, sir? He gae ye a terrible ane! Ye micht hae h'ard it across the street!"
"I shall be all right in a minute!" answered Donal, wiping the blood out of his eyes. "I've a good hard head, thank G.o.d!--But what has become of them?"
"Ye didna think he wud be waitin' to see 's come to oorsel's!" said the cobbler.
With Donal's help, and great difficulty, he rose, and they stood looking at each other through the starlight, bewildered and uncertain.
The cobbler was the first to recover his wits.
"It's o' no mainner of use," he said, "to rouse the castel wi' hue an'
cry! What hae we to say but 'at we faund the twa i' the gairden thegither! It wud but raise a clash--the which, fable or fac', wud do naething for naebody! His lords.h.i.+p maun be loot ken, as ye say; but wull his lords.h.i.+p believe ye, sir? I'm some i' the min' the yoong man 's awa' til's faither a'ready, to prejudeese him again' onything ye may say."
"That makes it the more necessary," said Donal, "that I should go at once to his lords.h.i.+p. He will fall out upon me for not having told him at once; but I must not mind that: if I were not to tell him now, he would have a good case against me."
They were already walking towards the house, the old man giving a groan now and then. He could not go in, he said; he would walk gently on, and Donal would overtake him.
It was an hour and a half before Andrew got home, and Donal had not overtaken him.
CHAPTER x.x.xV.
THE EARL'S BEDCHAMBER.
Having washed the blood from his face, Donal sought Simmons.
"His lords.h.i.+p can't see you now, I am sure, sir," answered the butler; "lord Forgue is with him."
Donal turned and went straight up to lord Morven's apartment. As he pa.s.sed the door of his bedroom opening on the corridor, he heard voices in debate. He entered the sitting-room. There was no one there. It was not a time for ceremony. He knocked at the door of the bedroom. The voices within were loud, and no answer came. He knocked again, and received an angry permission to enter. He entered, closed the door behind him, and stood in sight of his lords.h.i.+p, waiting what should follow.
Lord Morven was sitting up in bed, his face so pale and distorted that Donal thought elsewhere he should hardly have recognized it. The bed was a large four-post bed; its curtains were drawn close to the posts, admitting as much air as possible. At the foot of it stood lord Forgue, his handsome, shallow face flushed with anger, his right arm straight down by his side, and the hand of it clenched hard. He turned when Donal entered. A fiercer flush overspread his face, but almost immediately the look of rage yielded to one of determined insult.
Possibly even the appearance of Donal was a relief to being alone with his father.
"Mr. Grant," stammered his lords.h.i.+p, speaking with pain, "you are well come!--just in time to hear a father curse his son!"
"Even such a threat shall not make me play a dishonourable part!" said Forgue, looking however anything but honourable, for the heart, not the brain, moulds the expression.
"Mr. Grant," resumed the father, "I have found you a man of sense and refinement! If you had been tutor to this degenerate boy, the worst trouble of my life would not have overtaken me!"
Forgue's lip curled, but he did not speak, and his father went on.
"Here is this fellow come to tell me to my face that he intends the ruin and disgrace of the family by a low marriage!"
"It will not be the first time it has been so disgraced!" retorted the son, "--if fresh peasant-blood be indeed a disgrace to any family!"
"Bah! the hussey is not even a wholesome peasant-girl!" cried the father. "Who do you think she is, Mr. Grant?"
"I do not need to guess, my lord," replied Donal. "I came now to inform your lords.h.i.+p of what I had myself seen."
"She must leave the house this instant!"
"Then I too leave it, my lord!" said Forgue.
"Where's your money?" returned the earl contemptuously.
Forgue s.h.i.+fted to an attack upon Donal.
"Your lords.h.i.+p hardly places confidence in me," he said; "but it is not the less my duty to warn you against this man: months ago he knew what was going on, and comes to tell you now because this evening I chastised him for his rude interference."
In cooler blood lord Forgue would not have shown such meanness; but pa.s.sion brings to the front the thing that lurks.
"And it is no doubt to the necessity for forestalling his disclosure that I owe the present ingenuous confession!" said lord Morven. "--But explain, Mr. Grant."
"My lord," said Donal calmly, "I became aware that there was something between lord Forgue and the girl, and was alarmed for the girl: she is the child of friends to whom I am much beholden. But on the promise of both that the thing should end, I concluded it better not to trouble your lords.h.i.+p. I may have blundered in this, but I did what seemed best. This night, however, I discovered that things were going as before, and it became imperative on my position in your house that I should make your lords.h.i.+p acquainted with the fact. He a.s.severed there was nothing dishonest between them, but, having deceived me once, how was I to trust him again!"
"How indeed! the young blackguard!" said his lords.h.i.+p, casting a fierce glance at his son.
"Allow me to remark," said Forgue, with comparative coolness, "that I deceived no one. What I promised was, that the affair should not go on: it did not; from that moment it a.s.sumed a different and serious aspect.
I now intend to marry the girl."
"I tell you, Forgue, if you do I will disown you."
Forgue smiled an impertinent smile and held his peace: the threat had for him no terror.