I am flattered, Mark, but why me?
Mark looked at his friend, his head a little to one side. Because I am sure you will do the job admirably and you are one of my oldest friends, so who better? As soon as I saw you coming down the street, I knew my problem was solved. You will do it, Drew, wont you?
Ill think about it.
Dont think too long. I have to go back to Norfolk the day after tomorrow and before that I have to bespeak me a suit of clothes fit for a bridegroom. Will you help me find it? You can help me choose gifts for my bride and her attendants, too, if youve a mind. It is always good not to do these things alone. A wise counsellor is what I need.
Andrew laughed. From having nothing to occupy me but a good dinner and a game of cards, I suddenly find my time filled with onerous tasks.
Helping me buy a wedding outfit is not onerous. I am not short of blunt. I can afford the best and, if it helps, I will undertake to have a hand of cards with you. We can go to Whites. Are you a member?
No, I havent been back long enough to join any clubs and without sponsors I am unlikely to be accepted.
No matter, I will introduce you. So, do we shake hands on it? He put down his knife and held out his right hand.
Andrew took it. Very well. Tomorrow we go shopping. I make no promises about attending the wedding though.
Mark grinned. He was satisfied for the moment. He did not doubt that he would be able to persuade his friend to Broadacres and then he might find out the truth about why he had disappeared so suddenly. He did not believe the tale of family business because, as far as he knew, Andrews only family was an elderly spinster great-aunt who had had no wish to look after the orphan when his mother and father both died within weeks of each other. She had put him out to foster parents until he was old enough to go to school. From the odd things Drew had told him, he had been subject to physical abuse and mental torment. Mark had always felt sorry for him when they were at school, because when all the boys went home for the holidays, he had been left behind. He had invited him to Broadacres, but until Drew was old enough to make his own decisions he had been forbidden to come on the grounds it would give him ideas above his station. It was when theyd left university that he had been prevailed upon to spend some time at Broadacres before looking for a way of earning a living. Why, if it was family business that had called him, did he make such haste to go to India?
* * *
When they had finished their meal, which Andrew insisted on paying for, they parted, promising to meet again soon. Mark hired a hackney to take him to Halliday and Son to consult the son, Mr Cecil Halliday, about the marriage settlement. Mark was a careful man, but he was not ungenerous; he wanted to be sure Isabel had enough pin money to buy whatever she liked in the way of gowns and fripperies without having to appeal to him every time. He was not unaware that Sir Edward was strugglingit was obvious by the state of the house and groundsand he had waived the dowry he had been offered. He knew how much of a sacrifice that would have been for the othersher ladyship, Jane and Sophiewho might suffer as a consequence. It was the last thing he wanted.
He was surprised when he arrived at the lawyers premises not to encounter Teddy, who was usually scratching away in the outer office. There was another man sitting at his desk.
Where is Mr Cavenhurst? he queried after he had been shown into Cecil Hallidays office and they had exchanged greetings and handshakes.
Mr Cavenhurst is no longer with us.
Not working here? Where has he gone?
The man shrugged. I have no idea, back to his lodgings or home to Norfolk, perhaps.
What happened?
Thats not for me to say, sir.
I understand your reticence, but he is to be my brother-in-law. Am I to assume you dispensed with his services?
You may assume that, the man said, tight-lipped. I shall say nothing.
Very well. Ill not embarrass you by asking any more questions. Shall we get down to business?
* * *
They spent the next hour fine-tuning the agreement and then Mark set off for Teddys lodgings. The young man had flitted owing rent, he was told by the concierge in aggrieved tones. Mark paid the back rent and returned to his hotel. He had known Teddy all his life, they had played together as children and gone to the same school, although Teddy was four years younger and theyd had very little contact while there. They had not attended the same university and afterwards Mark had joined the army in Portugal and Teddy had subsequently taken up the position of junior clerk to Halliday and Son. It was only recently, because of the wedding, they had seen more of each other.
Mark wanted to like Teddy for Isabels sake, but he had always found him brash and insensitive, which had come about, he supposed, because he was the longed-for son and heir. Born between Jane and Isabel, he had been thoroughly spoiled by his doting mama. So what had he done to make Halliday give him the bag? Whatever it was would not please Sir Edward.
* * *
He was able to make an informed guess later that evening when he and Drew met at Whites and were joined by two others in a game of whist. One was Toby Moore, an erstwhile army captain whom Mark had known slightly during the war, and the other was Lord Bolsover. They were not two he would normally have chosen to play with, but all the other men present were already settled at their games and he could hardly refuse a polite request to make up a four.
You are affianced to one of the Cavenhurst girls, are you not? Bolsover queried, while they waited for a new pack of cards to be brought to the table. He was a year or two older than Mark, extravagantly dressed. His dark hair was worn short and curled forward over his forehead and ears. His skin was tanned, which was surprising since, as far as Mark was aware, he spent long hours at the gaming tables.
Yes, Mark said. I have the honour to be engaged to Miss Isabel Cavenhurst.
The wedding to be soon, is it?
In a little under a month. Why do you ask?
Curiosity, my dear fellow. I am well acquainted with Cavenhurst.
Sir Edward?
No, never met him. I meant the son. We have had a few hands of cards together. I am afraid he is a poor loser. I believe he has run home on a repairing lease. I do hope he recovers quickly, I am not in the habit of waiting for my money.
Mark could well believe that and wondered where the conversation was leading. No doubt he has gone home for the wedding.
So soon? I think not. It is to be hoped his father can come up trumps because at the moment I hold all the cards. I have bought up all the mans debts and they were spread far and wide. I do not think Teddy Cavenhurst ever bought anything with cash. Everyone knew that creditors who could not make their debtors pay often sold the debts for a fraction of the original figure, in order to be rid of them.
His heart sank, but he hid it with a laugh. Sir Edward has always stood buff for his son. Have no fear.
I had heard the estate was in a poor way and Sir Edward hard put to come about. Bolsover spoke nonchalantly as he picked up the pack that had just been put on the table in front of him and broke the seal.
Where did you hear that? I know nothing of it.
His lordship gave a cracked laugh. Worried that the ladys dowry is at risk, are you?