Poor old gentleman! It is hard to be old, to be handed from one to another. And will he accept it? Colonel Piercey said.
She will be very nice and kind, and she is young and pretty.
Oh, not not that!
You are prejudiced, Cousin Gerald. She is pretty when you see her in her proper aspect, and there can be no doubt she is young. Her voice is nice and soft. It is almost like a ladys voice. Hush! I think I hear her coming back! Margaret rose hurriedly. Please say to Mrs. Piercey, Robert, that I am tired, and have gone to my room.
Let me come too, said Gerald Piercey, following her into the hall. I shall go away to-morrow, of course and you, what are you going to do?
I cannot go to-morrow. I shall have to wait until I am turned out, or till I can go.
I wish you would come with me to my fathers, where you would be most welcome: and he is a nearer relative than I am.
Thank you; you go too far, said Margaret. To think me a scheming woman only this morning, and at night to offer me a new home, where I might scheme and plot at my leisure? No, I will do that no more: I will go to nobody. We are not destitute.
Meg! will you remember that you have nobody nearer to you than my father and me?
But I have, she said, on my mothers side, and on my husbands side. We shall find relations wherever we go.
He answered by an impatient
exclamation. There is one thing, at least, on which we made a bargain a few hours since, he said.
The lamp in the hall did not give a good light. It was one of the things which Patty changed in the first week of her residence at Greyshott. It threw a very faint illumination on Margaret Osbornes face. And she did not say anything to make her meaning clear. She did nothing but hold out her hand.
Patty, meanwhile, had made her way, pushing her husband before her, to Sir Giles door. She pushed him inside with an earnest whisper. Go in, and talk to him nicely. Be very nice to him, as nice as ever you can be. Mind, Im listening to you, and presently Ill come in, too.
The room was closely shut up, though it was a warm night, and scarcely dark as yet, and Sir Giles sat in his chair with a tray upon the table beside him. But he had pushed away his soup. His large old face was excited and feverish, his hands performing a kind of tattoo upon his chair. Are you there, my boy? are you there, Gervase? he said. Come in, come in and talk to me a little. Im left all alone. I have nobody with me but servants. Wheres wheres all the family? Your poor mothers gone, I know, and well never see her any more. But wheres everybody? Wheres wheres everybody? the old gentleman said with his unsteady voice.
Im here, father, all right, Gervase said.
Sir Giles, sir, hes fretting for company, and his game, and all that; but he aint fit for it, Mr. Gervase, he aint fit for it. He have gone through a deal to-day.
Ill play your game, father. Im here all right, Gervase repeated. Come, get out the table, you old humbug, and well throw the men and the dice about. Im ready, father; Im always ready, he said.
No, no, said Sir Giles, pushing the table away; I dont want any game. Im a sad, lonely old man, and I want somebody to talk to. Gervase, sit down there and talk to me. Where have you been all this long time, and your mother, your poor mother, wanting you? What have you been doing? You can go, Dunning; I dont want you now. I want to talk to my boy. Gervase, what have you been doing, and why didnt you come home?
Ive been getting married, father, said Gervase, grinning from ear to ear. I would have told you, but she wouldnt let me tell you. She thought you might have put a stop to it. A fellow wants to be married, father, when hes my age.
And who has married you? said the father, going on beating with his tremulous fingers as though keeping time to some music. Who has married you, my poor boy? It cant be any great match, but we couldnt expect any great match. I saw a young woman: I thought she was that I had somehow seen her before.
Well, shes why, shes just married to me, father. Shes awful proud of her new name. She signed her letter for I saw it Mrs. Gervase Piercey, as if she hadnt got any other name.
She shouldnt do that, though, said the old man, shes Mrs. Piercey, being the sons wife, the next heir. If Gerald had a wife, now, shed be Mrs. Gerald, but not yours. Im afraid she cant know much about it. Gervase, your poor mother was struck very suddenly. She always feared you were going to do something like that, and she had somebody in her mind, but she was never able to tell me who it was. Gervase, I hope it is somebody decent you have married, now your poor mother isnt here.
Oh, yes, father; awfully decent, said Gervase, with his great laugh. She would have given it to any one that wasnt civil. She was one that kept you on and kept you off, and as clever as Old Boots himself, and up to
Patty had listened to this discussion till her patience was quite worn out. She had waited for a favourable moment to introduce herself, but she could not stand and hear this description, so far beneath her merits as she felt it to be. She came in with a little rush of her skirts, not disagreeable to the old man, who looked up vaguely expectant, to see her sweep round the corner of the large screen that shielded him from the draught. I must come and tell you myself who I am, Sir Giles, she said. Im Patience; and though, perhaps, I shouldnt say it, Im one that will take care of that , and take care of the house, and see that you are not put upon by your servants, nor made to wait for anything, but have whatever you wish. And Ill be a very good daughter to you, if youll let me, Sir Giles, she said.