"She always was delicate," put in Mrs Hardon hastily, for she was annoyed at her husband's behaviour; while something kept, as it were, whispering to her, "He is from London, and may know something of my poor girl."

There was a dead silence then for some few minutes, which the doctor broke.

"I--er--er--I--er--I think you have hardly come on a visit of ceremony,"

he said; "you wished to see me?" and after coughing away something which seemed to form in his throat, he spoke in his most unguental tones--in the voice he kept for married ladies upon particular occasions.

"I came down," said Septimus, in a broken voice, "upon seeing my poor father's death. It was shown to me--by a friend--newspaper--torn sc.r.a.p--I have walked down--weak--and ill."

Mrs Hardon uttered an exclamation, for Septimus had risen as he spoke, and stood working his hands together, as he gazed appealingly at his uncle; and then, as he trailed off in his speech, he reeled and clutched at the table, sweeping off a wine-gla.s.s in his effort to save himself from falling.

"Better now," said Septimus faintly, as he sank into the chair behind him. "I am sorry, but I feel overcome, and weak, and giddy. I have had much sorrow and trouble lately, and my father's death was so sudden."

The doctor winced a little, but recovered himself in a moment, for he was used to witnessing trouble, and could bear it.

"Yes--yes--a sad thing,--very sad--mournful I may say," he observed.

"But my poor brother always was so distant and peculiar in his dealings with his relations. Of course you know that the funeral takes place to-morrow?"

"No," replied Septimus; "I know nothing beyond what I have told you, and I come to my father's brother for information."

"Yes, just so," said the doctor; "but I can not refrain from blaming my poor brother; doubtless you had given him great cause of offence, but he ought to have made some provision for you."

"I did write to him again and again," said Septimus, "but I suppose he felt too angry, and--let it rest now; I have struggled through all my trouble without his help, and I do not complain."

"Just so," said the doctor; "but it would have been more just if he had made some provision."

"You have seen his will, I suppose?" said Septimus.

"O no!" said the doctor, "there is no will."

"Then he has left no legacies?" said Septimus.

"Not one," replied the doctor; "but I am not surprised--he never was a business man."

"I am sorry too," said Septimus softly, "for the sake of my cousins and yourselves;" and Septimus started as he saw the wince Mrs Hardon gave at the mention of the word "cousins."

"Yes," said the doctor blandly; "it would have been more just towards you. For even if he had only left you a hundred or two they would have been acceptable, no doubt."

"I don't understand you," said Septimus.

"I was alluding to your being left so unprovided for," said the doctor.

"It seems so sad."

"But you told me he left no will," said Septimus wonderingly; "and I am his only child."

The doctor smiled compa.s.sionately upon his nephew, with the air of a man removing a leg or an arm.

"There, for goodness' sake don't go on torturing the poor fellow in that way!" cried downright Mrs Hardon. "Why don't you speak out? You see, Septimus--"

"I beg that you will be silent, Mrs Hardon," exclaimed the doctor.

"I shall be nothing of the kind," cried Mrs Hardon. "The poor man has enough to suffer as it is, without being grilled over a slow fire."

Septimus gazed from uncle to aunt in a strange bewildered way, prepared for some new shock, but unable to comprehend what blow Fate meant to deal him now.

"You see, Septimus," continued Mrs Hardon, without heeding her husband's uplifted hands,--"you see the property comes to my husband as next of kin."

"Nonsense!" exclaimed Septimus, as if relieved that his aunt's communication was of no more weight. "I am the only child, and besides, _I_ have a son."

"Now just see what a painful scene you have brought about," whined the doctor, reproachfully eyeing his wife.

"Indeed," interrupted Septimus, "I am sorry that the matter should be discussed, for it appears unseemly at such a time: before my poor father's remains are beneath the earth."

"If you would only have been silent," continued the doctor, not heeding the interruption.--"Now pray, my good sir," he said, turning to Septimus, "go to Messrs. Keening and Keening, my solicitors, and--"

"Tell me what it all means, aunt, or I shall go mad!" cried Septimus, catching Mrs Hardon's hand in both of his, and gazing imploringly in her face.

"Well, the plain truth of the matter is this," said Mrs Hardon--

"Pray be silent, Mrs Hardon," said the doctor. "My solicitors--"

"You were not born in wedlock," said Mrs Hardon.

"Who dares say that is true?" shouted Septimus, with eyes flashing; "who dares speak in that way of my poor mother?" he exclaimed. "It's a lie-- a base lie!" and in spite of Septimus Hardon's plainness, his years, the dust and shabby clothing, there was in him a n.o.bleness of aspect that made the doctor look mean by comparison, as he stood there furiously eyeing both in turn, and thinking then no more of his father's money than if it had been so much dirt beneath his feet. That such an aspersion should be cast upon the fame of the mother whose memory he tenderly loved seemed to him monstrous; and it was well for Doctor Hardon that he did not think it necessary to answer the sternly-put question; for most a.s.suredly, had he replied, Septimus would have taken him by the throat.

"I'm sure _I_ don't know," said Mrs Hardon. "All I know is, that it's very sad, and I'm very, very sorry for you."

But Doctor Hardon, taken aback at first by the fierce mien of Septimus, had now somewhat recovered his confidence, while the anger of the nephew was as short-lived, so utterly bewildering was the news he now heard; the insult to his mother's memory, the s.n.a.t.c.hing away of the competence that seemed in his hands, the cool self-possession of his uncle,--all completely staggered him, and he knew not what to say or do.

"Sir," said the doctor, rising and placing a hand within his waistcoat as he spoke with great dignity,--"sir, I must beg that this scene, this unseemly brawling, may not be continued in my house. You can find my solicitors, who will give you all the information you may require. The funeral takes place to-morrow, and, under the circ.u.mstances, I have taken upon myself the duty of seeing that proper respect is paid to the departed. You are folly aware that your presence would not have been even tolerated for an instant in my brother's house during his lifetime, and you presume on my forbearance by treating me as you do. Under the circ.u.mstances, I decline to hold any further communication with you.

Had you come in humbleness and treated me with respect, I will not say what I might not have been tempted to do for you out of pity. As to your a.s.sumption of ignorance of your illegitimacy, it is simply absurd, for it is a matter of which you must have been fully aware. You know well, that when my brother declined to hold any further communication with you, it was not merely on account of your opposition to his wishes, but because it was painful to his feelings to be constantly reminded in daily life of the sins of his youth. I think too, now, that if you have any right feeling left, you will have the decency to end this most unseemly meeting by leaving at once, for it is to me, after my late sufferings, most painful. My poor brother!"

Doctor Hardon paused to bury his face in his handkerchief, and congratulate himself upon the very effective way in which he had acted his part. He then made a show of wiping away a tear, and Mrs Hardon did likewise; but in the one case the tear was genuine, in the other counterfeit coin.

As for Septimus Hardon he had never made but one enemy in his life-- himself; but had he owned a score, and they had stood around him at that minute, not a man of them could have struck a blow at the abject, crushed, spiritless, broken man, as, without word, almost without thought, he mechanically glanced round the room, turned, and then slowly walked out, closely followed by Mrs Hardon, who pa.s.sed something into his hand as she closed the door upon his retreating form.

Volume One, Chapter XVI.

SEEKING HOSPITALITY.

"Why, if it ain't you, Master Sep, as I thought we were never going to see no more!" cried Mrs Lower to the desolate-looking man outside her snug bar. "But, my; you do look bad, and it's close upon ten years since I've set eyes upon you. There, do come in and sit down. Yes; that's poor Lower's chair; he's been gone years now, Master Sep, and I'm left a lone widow, my dear; but your name was one of the last words he spoke--your name and poor Miss Agnes's. Do you ever see her in the big city, Master Sep?"

Septimus shook his head.

"Has she left here?" he said.

"Didn't you know?" said Mrs Lower. "Ah, yes, long enough ago!" and she stooped her head and whispered in her visitor's ear. "But there, we needn't talk about troubles now. How haggard and worn you do look! And how's Mrs Septimus? I always think of her as Mrs Grey. But what's it to be now? Isn't it awful about poor master, whom I'd never have left if I'd known what was to happen? No, Master Sep, not to marry a dozen Lowers, and be the mistress of fifty County Arms; though, rest him! poor Lower was a good, kind husband, for all we were elderly folk to wed, and had forgotten how to make love. Now, say a hot cup of tea, Master Sep, or a hot steak with a little ketchup. If you'd been a bit sooner, there was a lovely sweetbread in the house; but there, it's no use to talk of that; so say the steak and tea. I _am_ glad to see you, my dear boy!"

Septimus signified his desire for the tea, and Charles was summoned, and dismissed with his orders, but not without making a tolerable investigation of the guest whom his mistress delighted to honour--an investigation apparently not very satisfactory, from the imperious way in which he gave his orders in the kitchen.