The little man looked amazed and confounded at a question which, it would seem, he believed his information had long since antic.i.p.ated.

"Mr. Cashel wishes to know the object of this inquiry,--who sent you hither, in fact," said Don Rica, beginning himself to lose patience at the slowness of the stranger's apprehension.

"Mr. Kennyf.e.c.k, of Dublin, the law agent, sent me."

"Upon what grounds,--with what purpose?"

"To tell him that the suit is gained; that he is now the rightful owner of the whole of the G.o.dfrey and G.o.dfrey Browne estates, and lands of Ben Currig, Tulough Callaghan, Knock Swinery, Kildallooran, Tullimeoran, Ballycanderigan, with all the manorial rights, privileges, and perquisites appertaining to,--in a word, sir, for I see your impatience, to something, a mere trifle, under seventeen thousand per annum, not to speak of a sum, at present not exactly known, in bank, besides foreign bonds and securities to a large amount."

While Mr. Simms recited this, with the practised volubility of one who had often gone over the same catalogue before, Cashel stood amazed, and almost stupefied, unable to grasp in his mind the full extent of his good fortune, but catching, here and there, glimpses of the truth, in the few circ.u.mstances of family history alluded to. Not so, Don Rica; neither confusion nor hesitation troubled the free working of his acute faculties, but he sat still, patiently watching the effect of this intelligence on the youth before him. At length, perceiving that he did not speak, he himself turned towards the stranger, and said,--

"You are, doubtless, a man of the world, sir, and need no apologies for my remarking that good news demands a scrutiny not less searching than its opposite. As the _friend_ of Senhor Cashel,"--here he turned a glance beneath his heavy brows at the youth, who, however, seemed not to notice the word,--"as his friend, I repeat, deeply interested in whatever affects him, I may, perhaps, be permitted to ask the details of this very remarkable event."

"If you mean the trial, sir,--or rather the trials, for there were three at bar, not to mention a suit in equity and a bill of discovery--"

"No, I should be sorry to trespa.s.s so far upon you," interrupted Rica.

"What I meant was something in the shape of an a.s.surance,--something like satisfactory proof that this narrative, so agreeable to believe, should have all the foundation we wish it."

"Nothing easier," said Mr. Simms, producing an enormous black leather pocket-book from the breast of his coat, and opening it leisurely on the table before him. "Here are, I fancy, doc.u.ments quite sufficient to answer all your inquiries. This is the memorandum of the verdict taken at Bath, with the note of the Attorney-General, and the point reserved, in which motion for a new trial was made."

"What is this?" asked Cashel, now speaking for the first time, as he took up a small book of strange shape, and looked curiously at it.

"Check-book of the bank of Fordyce and Grange, Lombard Street," replied Simms; "and here, the authority by which you are at liberty to draw on the firm for the balance already in their hands, amounting to--let me see "--here he rapidly set down certain figures on the corner of a piece of paper, and with the speed of lightning performed a sum in arithmetic--"the sum of one hundred and twenty-three thousand pounds seven and elevenpence, errors excepted."

"This sum is mine!" cried Cashel, as his eyes flashed fire, and his dark cheek grew darker with excitement.

"It is only a moiety of your funded property," said Simms. "Castellan and Biggen, the notaries, certify to a much larger amount in the Three per Cents."

"And I am at liberty to draw at once for whatever amount I require?"

"Within that sum, certainly. Though, if you desire more, I 'm sure they 'll not refuse your order."

"Leave us for a moment, sir," said Cashel, in an accent whose trembling eagerness bespoke the agitation he labored under. "I have something of importance to tell this gentleman."

"If you will step this way, sir," said Don Rica, politely. "I have ordered some refreshment in this room, and I believe you will find it awaiting you."

Mr. Simms gladly accepted the offered hospitality, and retired. The door was not well closed, when Don Rica Advanced with extended hands towards Cashel, and said:

"With all my heart I give you joy; such good fortune as this may, indeed, obliterate every little cloud that has pa.s.sed between us, and make us once more the friends we have ever been."

Cashel crossed his arms on his breast, and coldly replied, "I thank you.

But a few hours back, and one-half as much kindness would have made a child of me in feeling. Now it serves only to arouse my indignation and my Anger."

"Are you indeed so unjust, so ungenerous as this!" exclaimed Rica, in a tone whose anguish seemed wrung from the very heart.

"Unjust,--ungenerous! how?" cried Cashel, pa.s.sionately.

"Both, sir," said Rica, in a voice of almost commanding severity.

"Unjust to suppose that in thwarting your last resolve to leave a service in which you have already won fame and honor, I was not your best and truest friend; that in offering every opposition in my power to such a hot-headed resolution, I was not consulting your best interests; ungenerous to imagine that I could feel any other sentiment than delight at your altered fortunes, I, who gave you all that was dearest and nearest to me on earth, my child,--my Maritana."

Had it not been for the pa.s.sionate emotion of the last few words, Cashel's anger would have suggested a reply not less indignant than his question; but the sight of the hard, the stern, the unflinching Pedro Rica, as he now stood,--his face covered by his hands, while his strong chest heaved and throbbed with convulsive energy,--this was more than he felt prepared to look on. It was then only by a great effort he could say, "You seem to forget, Senhor Rica, how differently you interpreted this same contract but a few hours ago. You told me then--I think I hear the words still ringing in my ears--that you never thought of such an alliance; that your calculation took a less flattering estimate of my relationship."

"I spoke in anger, Roland,--anger caused by your pa.s.sionate resolve.

Remember, too, that I preferred holding you to your contract, in preference to allowing you to redeem it by paying the penalty."

"Easy alternative," said Cashel, with a scornful laugh; "you scarcely expected a beggar, a ruined gambler, could pay seventy thousand doubloons. But times are changed, sir. I am rich now,--rich enough to double the sum you stipulated for. Although I well know the contract is not worth the pen that wrote it, I am willing to recognize it, at least so far as the forfeit is concerned."

"My poor child, my darling Maritana," said Pedro, but in a voice barely audible. The words seemed the feeble utterance of a breaking heart.

"Sorrow not for her, senhor," said Cashel, hastily. "She has no griefs herself on such a score. It is but a few hours since she told me so."

Don Pedro was silent; but a mournful shake of the head and a still more mournful smile seemed to intimate his dissent.

"I tell you, sir, that your own scorn of my alliance was inferior to hers!" cried Cashel, in a voice of deep exasperation. "She even went so far as to say that she was a party to the contract only on the condition of its utter worthlessness. Do not, then, let me hear of regrets for _her_."

"And you believe this?"

"I believe what I have myself witnessed."

"What, then, if you be a witness to the very opposite? What if your ears reveal to you the evidence as strongly against, as now you deem it in favor of, your opinion?"

"I do not catch your meaning."

"I would say, what if from Maritana's own lips you heard an avowal of her affection, would you conceive yourself at liberty to redeem a contract to which you were only one party, and by mere money--I care not how large you call the sum--to reject the heart you have made your own?"

"No, no, this cannot be," cried Cashel, struggling in a conflict of uncertainty and fear.

"I know my daughter, sir," said Pedro, with an air of pride he well knew when and how to a.s.sume.

"If I but thought so," muttered Cashel to himself; and low as the words were, Rica heard them.

"I ask you for nothing short of your own conviction,--the conviction of your own ears and eyes. You shall, if you please, remain concealed in her apartment while I question her on the subject of this attachment. If you ever supposed me base enough to coerce her judgment, you know _her_ too well to believe it to be possible. But I will not insult myself by either supposition. I offer you this test of what I have said: accept it if you will, and with this condition, that you shall then be free to tear this contract, if you like, but never believe that I can barter the acknowledged affection of my child, and take money for her misery."

Cashel was moved by the truth-like energy of the words he heard; the very aspect of emotion in one he had never seen save calm, cold, and self-possessed, had its influence on him, and he replied, "I consent."

So faintly, however, were the words uttered that he was obliged to repeat them ere they reached Don Pedro's ears.

"I will come for you after supper this evening," said Rica. "Let me find you in the arbor at the end of the 'hacienda.' Till then, _adios_." So saying, he motioned to Cashel to follow the stranger. Roland obeyed the suggestion, and they parted.

CHAPTER III. MR. SIMMS ON LIFE AT THE VILLA

He told them of men that cared not a d--n For the law or the new police, And had very few scruples for killing a lamb, If they fancied they wanted the fleece.

Sir Peter's Lament

When Roland Cashel rejoined Mr. Simms, he found that worthy individual solacing himself for the privations of prairie travel, by such a breakfast as only Don Pedro's larder would produce. Surrounded by various dishes whose appetizing qualities might have suffered some impairment from a more accurate knowledge of their contents,--sucking monkeys and young squirrels among the number,--he tasted and sipped, and sipped again, till between the seductions of sangaree and Curacoa punch, he had produced that pleasing frame of mind when even a less gorgeous scene than the windows of the villa displayed before him would have appeared delightful. Whether poor Mr. Simms's excess--and such we are compelled to confess it was--could be excused on the score of long fasting, or the consciousness that he had a right to some indulgence in the hour of victory, he a.s.suredly revelled in the fullest enjoyment of this luxurious banquet, and, as Cashel entered the room, had reached the delicious dreamland of misty consciousness, where his late adventures and his former life became most pleasingly commingled, and jaguars, alligators, gambusinos, and rancheros, danced through his brain in company with Barons of the Exchequer and Masters in Chancery.