第60章 Chapter 9 (5)

His eyes brightened, and he seemed about to say something in answer, but the same momentary nervous spasm crossed his face again. He took my hand, pressed it hard, and disappeared among the crowd without saying another word. Though he was little more than a stranger to me, I waited for a moment, looking after him almost with a feeling of regret. I had gained in my profession sufficient experience of young men to know what the outward signs and tokens were of their beginning to go wrong, and when I resumed my walk to the railway I am sorry to say I felt more than doubtful about Mr Hartright's future. IV Leaving by an early train, I got to Limmeridge in time for dinner. The house was oppressively empty and dull. I had expected that good Mrs Vesey would have been company for me in the absence of the young ladies, but she was confined to her room by a cold. The servants were so surprised at seeing me that they hurried and bustled absurdly, and made all sorts of annoying mistakes. Even the butler, who was old enough to have known better, brought me a bottle of port that was chilled. The reports of Mr Fairlie's health were just as usual, and when I sent up a message to announce my arrival, I was told that he would be delighted to see me the next morning, but that the sudden news of my appearance had prostrated him with palpitations for the rest of the evening. The wind howled dismally all night, and strange cracking and groaning noises sounded here, there, and everywhere in the empty house. I slept as wretchedly as possible, and got up in a mighty bad humour to breakfast by myself the next morning.

At ten o'clock I was conducted to Mr Fairlie's apartments. He was in his usual room, his usual chair, and his usual aggravating state of mind and body. When I went in, his valet was standing before him, holding up for inspection a heavy volume of etchings, as long and as broad as my office writing-desk. The miserable foreigner grinned in the most abject manner, and looked ready to drop with fatigue, while his master composedly turned over the etchings, and brought their hidden beauties to light with the help of a magnifying glass.

‘You very best of good old friends,' said Mr Fairlie, leaning back lazily before he could look at me, ‘are you quite well? How nice of you to come here and see me in my solitude. Dear Gilmore!'

I had expected that the valet would be dismissed when I appeared, but nothing of the sort happened. There he stood, in front of his master's chair, trembling under the weight of the etchings, and there Mr Fairlie sat, serenely twirling the magnifying glass between his white fingers and thumbs.

‘I have come to speak to you on a very important matter,' I said, ‘and you will therefore excuse me, if I suggest that we had better be alone.'

The unfortunate valet looked at me gratefully. Mr Fairlie faintly repeated my last three words, ‘better be alone,' with every appearance of the utmost possible astonishment.

I was in no humour for trifling, and I resolved to make him understand what I meant.

‘Oblige me by giving that man permission to withdraw,' I said, pointing to the valet.

Mr Fairlie arched his eyebrows and pursed up his lips in sarcastic surprise.

‘Man?' he repeated. ‘You provoking old Gilmore, what can you possibly mean by calling him a man? He's nothing of the sort. He might have been a man half an hour ago, before I wanted my etchings, and he may be a man half an hour hence, when I don't want them any longer. At present he is simply a portfolio stand. Why object, Gilmore, to a portofolio stand?'

‘I do object For the third time, Mr Fairlie, I beg that we may be alone.'

My tone and manner left him no alternative but to comply with my request.

He looked at the servant, and pointed peevishly to a chair at his side.

‘Put down the etchings and go away,' he said. ‘Don't upset me by losing my place. Have you, or have you not, lost my place? Are you sure you have not ? And have you put my handbell quite within my reach? Yes? Then why the devil don't you go?'

The valet went out. Mr Fairlie twisted himself round in his chair, polished the magnifying glass with his delicate cambric handkerchief, and indulged himself with a sidelong inspection of the open volume of etchings. It was not easy to keep my temper under these circumstances, but I did keep it.

‘I have come here at great personal inconvenience,' I said, ‘to serve the interests of your niece and your family, and I think I have established some slight claim to be favoured with your attention in return.'

‘Don't bully me!' exclaimed Mr Fairlie, falling back helplessly in the chair, and closing his eyes. ‘Please don't bully me. I'm not strong enough.'

I was determined not to let him provoke me, for Laura Fairlie's sake.

‘My object,' I went on, ‘is to entreat you to reconsider your letter, and not to force me to abandon the just rights of your niece, and of all who belong to her. Let me state the case to you once more, and for the last time.'

Mr Fairlie shook his head and sighed piteously.

‘This is heartless of you, Gilmore -- very heartless,' he said. ‘Never mind, go on.'