Cousin Henry by Anthony Trollope
CHAPTER IV. The
CHAPTER VI. Mr
Looking for the
The Reading of
Dreams a Dream
CHAPTER XII. Mr
CHAPTER XIV. An
Action for Libel
CHAPTER XVII. Mr
CHAPTER XIX. Mr
Apjohn Sends for
CHAPTER XXI. Mr
How Cousin Henry
Was Let Off
First published in serial form in the
Manchester Weekly Times
and the North British Weekly Mail in the spring of 1879 and in book form
in October, 1879
CHAPTER I. Uncle Indefer
I have a conscience, my dear, on this matter, said an old
gentleman to a young lady, as the two were sitting in the breakfast
parlour of a country house which looked down from the cliffs over the
sea on the coast of Carmarthenshire.
And so have I, Uncle Indefer; and as my conscience is backed by my
inclination, whereas yours is not
You think that I shall give way?
I did not mean that.
If I could only make you understand how very strong is my
inclination, or disinclinationhow impossible to be conquered, then
Then you would know that I could never give way, as you call it,
and you would go to work with your own conscience to see whether it be
imperative with you or not. You may be sure of this,I shall never say
a word to you in opposition to your conscience. If there be a word to
be spoken it must come from yourself.
There was a long pause in the conversation, a silence for an hour,
during which the girl went in and out of the room and settled herself
down at her work. Then the old man went back abruptly to the subject
they had discussed. I shall obey my conscience.
You ought to do so, Uncle Indefer. What should a man obey but his
Though it will break my heart.
No; no, no!
And will ruin you.
That is a flea's bite. I can brave my ruin easily, but not your
Why should there be either, Isabel?
Nay, sir; have you not said but now, because of our consciences?
Not to save your heart from breaking,though I think your heart is
dearer to me than anything else in the world,could I marry my cousin
Henry. We must die together, both of us, you and I, or live
broken-hearted, or what not, sooner than that. Would I not do anything
possible at your bidding?
I used to think so.
But it is impossible for a young woman with a respect for herself
such as I have to submit herself to a man that she loathes. Do as your
conscience bids you with the old house. Shall I be less tender to you
while you live because I shall have to leave the place when you are
dead? Shall I accuse you of injustice or unkindness in my heart? Never!
All that is only an outside circumstance to me, comparatively of little
moment. But to be the wife of a man I despise! Then she got up and
left the room.
A month passed by before the old man returned to the subject, which
he did seated in the same room, at the same hour of the day,at about
four o'clock, when the dinner things had been removed.
Isabel, he said, I cannot help myself.
As to what, Uncle Indefer? She knew very well what was the matter
in which, as he said, he could not help himself. Had there been
anything in which his age had wanted assistance from her youth there
would have been no hesitation between them; no daughter was ever more
tender; no father was ever more trusting. But on this subject it was
necessary that he should speak more plainly before she could reply to
As to your cousin and the property.
Then in God's name do not trouble yourself further in looking for
help where there is none to be had. You mean that the estate ought to
go to a man and not to a woman?
It ought to go to a Jones.
I am not a Jones, nor likely to become a Jones.
You are as near to me as he is,and so much dearer!
But not on that account a Jones. My name is Isabel Brodrick. A
woman not born to be a Jones may have the luck to become one by
marriage, but that will never be the case with me.
You should not laugh at that which is to me a duty.
Dear, dear uncle! she said, caressing him, if I seemed to
laughand she certainly had laughed when she spoke of the luck of
becoming a Jonesit is only that you may feel how little importance I
attach to it all on my own account.
But it is important,terribly important!
Very well. Then go to work with two things in your mind fixed as
fate. One is that you must leave Llanfeare to your nephew Henry Jones,
and the other that I will not marry your nephew Henry Jones. When it is
all settled it will be just as though the old place were entailed, as
it used to be.
I wish it were.
So do I, if it would save you trouble.
But it isn't the same;it can't be the same. In getting back the
land your grandfather sold I have spent the money I had saved for you.
It shall be all the same to me, and I will take pleasure in
thinking that the old family place shall remain as you would have it. I
can be proud of the family though I can never bear the name.
You do not care a straw for the family.
You should not say that, Uncle Indefer. It is not true. I care
enough for the family to sympathise with you altogether in what you are
doing, but not enough for the property to sacrifice myself in order
that I might have a share in it.
I do not know why you should think so much evil of Henry.
Do you know any reason why I should think well enough of him to
become his wife? I do not. In marrying a man a woman should be able to
love every little trick belonging to him. The parings of his nails
should be a care to her. It should be pleasant to her to serve him in
things most menial. Would it be so to me, do you think, with Henry
You are always full of poetry and books.
I should be full of something very bad if I were to allow myself to
stand at the altar with him. Drop it, Uncle Indefer. Get it out of your
mind as a thing quite impossible. It is the one thing I can't and won't
do, even for you. It is the one thing that you ought not to ask me to
do. Do as you like with the property,as you think right.
It is not as I like.
As your conscience bids you, then; and I with myself, which is the
only little thing that I have in the world, will do as I like, or as my
conscience bids me.
These last words she spoke almost roughly, and as she said them she
left him, walking out of the room with an air of offended pride. But in
this there was a purpose. If she were hard to him, hard and obstinate
in her determination, then would he be enabled to be so also to her in
his determination, with less of pain to himself. She felt it to be her
duty to teach him that he was justified in doing what he liked with his
property, because she intended to do what she liked with herself. Not
only would she not say a word towards dissuading him from this change
in his old intentions, but she would make the change as little painful
to him as possible by teaching him to think that it was justified by
her own manner to him.
For there was a change, not only in his mind, but in his declared
intentions. Llanfeare had belonged to Indefer Joneses for many
generations. When the late Squire had died, now twenty years ago, there
had been remaining out of ten children only one, the eldest, to whom
the property now belonged. Four or five coming in succession after him
had died without issue. Then there had been a Henry Jones, who had gone
away and married, had become the father of the Henry Jones above
mentioned, and had then also departed. The youngest, a daughter, had
married an attorney named Brodrick, and she also had died, having no
other child but Isabel. Mr Brodrick had married again, and was now the
father of a large family, living at Hereford, where he carried on his
business. He was not very well-to-do in the world. The new Mrs
Brodrick had preferred her own babies to Isabel, and Isabel when she
was fifteen years of age had gone to her bachelor uncle at Llanfeare.
There she had lived for the last ten years, making occasional visits to
her father at Hereford.
Mr Indefer Jones, who was now between seventy and eighty years old,
was a gentleman who through his whole life had been disturbed by
reflections, fears, and hopes as to the family property on which he had
been born, on which he had always lived, in possession of which he
would certainly die, and as to the future disposition of which it was
his lot in life to be altogether responsible. It had been entailed upon
him before his birth in his grandfather's time, when his father was
about to be married. But the entail had not been carried on. There had
come no time in which this Indefer Jones had been about to be married,
and the former old man having been given to extravagance, and been
generally in want of money, had felt it more comfortable to be without
an entail. His son had occasionally been induced to join with him in
raising money. Thus not only since he had himself owned the estate, but
before his father's death, there had been forced upon him reflections
as to the destination of Llanfeare. At fifty he had found himself
unmarried, and unlikely to marry. His brother Henry was then alive; but
Henry had disgraced the family,had run away with a married woman whom
he had married after a divorce, had taken to race courses and
billiard-rooms, and had been altogether odious to his brother Indefer.
Nevertheless the boy which had come from this marriage, a younger
Henry, had been educated at his expense, and had occasionally been
received at Llanfeare. He had been popular with no one there, having
been found to be a sly boy, given to lying, and, as even the servants
said about the place, unlike a Jones of Llanfeare. Then had come the
time in which Isabel had been brought to Llanfeare. Henry had been sent
away from Oxford for some offence not altogether trivial, and the
Squire had declared to himself and others that Llanfeare should never
fall into his hands.
Isabel had so endeared herself to him that before she had been two
years in the house she was the young mistress of the place. Everything
that she did was right in his eyes. She might have anything that she
would ask, only that she would ask for nothing. At this time the cousin
had been taken into an office in London, and had become,so it was
said of him,a steady young man of business. But still, when allowed
to show himself at Llanfeare, he was unpalatable to them allunless it
might be to the old Squire. It was certainly the case that in his
office in London he made himself useful, and it seemed that he had
abandoned that practice of running into debt and having the bills sent
down to Llanfeare which he had adopted early in his career.
During all this time the old Squire was terribly troubled about the
property. His will was always close at his hand. Till Isabel was
twenty-one this will had always been in Henry's favour,with a clause,
however, that a certain sum of money which the Squire possessed should
go to her. Then in his disgust towards his nephew he changed his
purpose, and made another will in Isabel's favour. This remained in
existence as his last resolution for three years; but they had been
three years of misery to him. He had endured but badly the idea that
the place should pass away out of what he regarded as the proper male
line. To his thinking it was simply an accident that the power of
disposing of the property should be in his hands. It was a religion to
him that a landed estate in Britain should go from father to eldest
son, and in default of a son to the first male heir. Britain would not
be ruined because Llanfeare should be allowed to go out of the proper
order. But Britain would be ruined if Britons did not do their duty in
that sphere of life to which it had pleased God to call them; and in
this case his duty was to maintain the old order of things.
And during this time an additional trouble added itself to those
existing. Having made up his mind to act in opposition to his own
principles, and to indulge his own heart; having declared both to his
nephew and to his niece that Isabel should be his heir, there came to
him, as a consolation in his misery, the power of repurchasing a
certain fragment of the property which his father, with his assistance,
had sold. The loss of these acres had been always a sore wound to him,
not because of his lessened income, but from a feeling that no owner of
an estate should allow it to be diminished during his holding of it. He
never saw those separated fields estranged from Llanfeare, but he
grieved in his heart. That he might get them back again he had saved
money since Llanfeare had first become his own. Then had come upon him
the necessity of providing for Isabel. But when with many groans he had
decided that Isabel should be the heir, the money could be allowed to
go for its intended purpose. It had so gone, and then his conscience
had become too strong for him, and another will was made.
It will be seen how he had endeavoured to reconcile things. When it
was found that Henry Jones was working like a steady man at the London
office to which he was attached, that he had sown his wild oats, then
Uncle Indefer began to ask himself why all his dearest wishes should
not be carried out together by a marriage between the cousins. I don't
care a bit for his wild oats, Isabel had said, almost playfully, when
the idea had first been mooted to her. His oats are too tame for me
rather than too wild. Why can't he look any one in the face? Then her
uncle had been angry with her, thinking that she was allowing a foolish
idea to interfere with the happiness of them all.
But his anger with her was never enduring; and, indeed, before the
time at which our story commenced he had begun to acknowledge to
himself that he might rather be afraid of her anger than she of his.
There was a courage about her which nothing could dash. She had grown
up under his eyes strong, brave, sometimes almost bold, with a dash of
humour, but always quite determined in her own ideas of wrong or right.
He had in truth been all but afraid of her when he found himself
compelled to tell her of the decision to which his conscience compelled
him. But the will was made,the third, perhaps the fourth or fifth,
which had seemed to him to be necessary since his mind had been
exercised in this matter. He made this will, which he assured himself
should be the last, leaving Llanfeare to his nephew on condition that
he should prefix the name of Indefer to that of Jones, and adding
certain stipulations as to further entail. Then everything of which he
might die possessed, except Llanfeare itself and the furniture in the
house, he left to his niece Isabel.
We must get rid of the horses, he said to her about a fortnight
after the conversation last recorded.
My will has been made, and there will be so little now for you,
that we must save what we can before I die.
Oh, bother me! said Isabel, laughing.
Do you suppose it is not dreadful to me to have to reflect how
little I can do for you? I may, perhaps, live for two years, and we may
save six or seven hundred a year. I have put a charge on the estate for
four thousand pounds. The property is only a small thing, after
all;not above fifteen hundred a year.
I will not hear of the horses being sold, and there is an end of
it. You have been taken out about the place every day for the last
twenty years, and it would crush me if I were to see a change. You have
done the best you can, and now leave it all in God's hands. Pray,pray
let there be no more talking about it. If you only knew how welcome he
is to it!
CHAPTER II. Isabel Brodrick
When Mr Indefer Jones spoke of living for two years, he spoke more
hopefully of himself than the doctor was wont to speak to Isabel. The
doctor from Carmarthen visited Llanfeare twice a week, and having
become intimate and confidential with Isabel, had told her that the
candle had nearly burnt itself down to the socket. There was no special
disease, but he was a worn-out old man. It was well that he should
allow himself to be driven out about the place every day. It was well
that he should be encouraged to get up after breakfast, and to eat his
dinner in the middle of the day after his old fashion. It was well to
do everything around him as though he were not a confirmed invalid. But
the doctor thought that he would not last long. The candle, as the
doctor said, had nearly burnt itself out in the socket.
And yet there was no apparent decay in the old man's intellect. He
had never been much given to literary pursuits, but that which he had
always done he did still. A daily copy of whatever might be the most
thoroughly Conservative paper of the day he always read carefully from
the beginning to the end; and a weekly copy of the Guardian
nearly filled up the hours which were devoted to study. On Sunday he
read two sermons through, having been forbidden by the doctor to take
his place in the church because of the draughts, and thinking,
apparently, that it would be mean and wrong to make that an excuse for
shirking an onerous duty. An hour a day was devoted by him religiously
to the Bible. The rest of his time was occupied by the care of his
property. Nothing gratified him so much as the coming in of one of his
tenants, all of whom were so intimately known to him that, old as he
was, he never forgot the names even of their children. The idea of
raising a rent was abominable to him. Around the house there were about
two hundred acres which he was supposed to farm. On these some
half-dozen worn-out old labourers were maintained in such a manner that
no return from the land was ever forthcoming. On this subject he would
endure remonstrance from no one,not even from Isabel.
Such as he has been here described, he would have been a happy old
man during these last half-dozen years, had not his mind been exercised
day by day, and hour by hour, by these cares as to the property which
were ever present to him. A more loving heart than his could hardly be
found in a human bosom, and all its power of love had been bestowed on
Isabel. Nor could any man be subject to a stronger feeling of duty than
that which pervaded him; and this feeling of duty induced him to
declare to himself that in reference to his property he was bound to do
that which was demanded of him by the established custom of his order.
In this way he had become an unhappy man, troubled by conflicting
feelings, and was now, as he was approaching the hour of his final
departure, tormented by the thought that he would leave his niece
without sufficient provision for her wants.
But the thing was done. The new will was executed and tied in on the
top of the bundle which contained the other wills which he had made.
Then, naturally enough, there came back upon him the idea, hardly
amounting to a hope, that something might even yet occur to set matters
right by a marriage between the cousins. Isabel had spoken to him so
strongly on the subject that he did not dare to repeat his request. And
yet, he thought, there was no good reason why they two should not
become man and wife. Henry, as far as he could learn, had given up his
bad courses. The man was not evil to the eye, a somewhat cold-looking
man rather than otherwise, tall with well-formed features, with light
hair and blue-grey eyes, not subject to be spoken of as being unlike a
gentleman, if not noticeable as being like one. That inability of his
to look one in the face when he was speaking had not struck the Squire
forcibly as it had done Isabel. He would not have been agreeable to the
Squire had there been no bond between them,would still have been the
reverse, as he had been formerly, but for that connexion. But, as
things were, there was room for an attempt at love; and if for an
attempt at love on his part, why not also on Isabel's? But he did not
dare to bid Isabel even to try to love this cousin.
I think I would like to have him down again soon, he said to his
By all means. The more the tenants know him the better it will be.
I can go to Hereford at any time.
Why should you run away from me?
Not from you, Uncle Indefer, but from him.
And why from him?
Because I don't love him.
Must you always run away from the people you do not love?
Yes, when the people, or person, is a man, and when the man has
been told that he ought specially to love me.
When she said this she looked into her uncle's face, smiling indeed,
but still asking a serious question. He dared to make no answer, but by
his face he told the truth. He had declared his wishes to his nephew.
Not that I mean to be in the least afraid of him, she continued.
Perhaps it will be better that I should see him, and if he speaks to
me have it out with him. How long would he stay?
A month, I suppose. He can come for a month.
Then I'll stay for the first week. I must go to Hereford before the
summer is over. Shall I write to him? Then it was settled as she had
proposed. She wrote all her uncle's letters, even to her cousin Henry,
unless there was, by chance, something very special to be communicated.
On the present occasion she sent the invitation as follows:
Llanfeare, 17th June, 187, Monday.
MY DEAR HENRY,
Your uncle wants you to come here on the 1st July and stay
for a month. The 1st of July will be Monday. Do not travel
on a Sunday as you did last time, because he does not like
it. I shall be here the first part of the time, and then
I shall go to Hereford. It is in the middle of the summer
only that I can leave him. Your affectionate cousin,
She had often felt herself compelled to sign herself to him in that
way, and it had gone much against the grain with her; but to a cousin
it was the ordinary thing, as it is to call any different man My dear
sir, though he be not in the least dear. And so she had reconciled
herself to the falsehood.
Another incident in Isabel's life must be told to the reader. It was
her custom to go to Hereford at least once a year, and there to remain
at her father's house for a month. These visits had been made annually
since she had lived at Llanfeare, and in this way she had become known
to many of the Hereford people. Among others who had thus become her
friends there was a young clergyman, William Owen, a minor canon
attached to the cathedral, who during her last visit had asked her to
be his wife. At that time she had supposed herself to be her uncle's
heiress, and looking at herself as the future owner of Llanfeare had
considered herself bound to regard such an offer in reference to her
future duties and to the obedience which she owed to her uncle. She
never told her lover, not did she ever quite tell herself, that she
would certainly accept him if bound by no such considerations; but we
may tell the reader that it was so. Had she felt herself to be
altogether free, she would have given herself to the man who had
offered her his love. As it was she answered him anything but
hopefully, saying nothing of any passion of her own, speaking of
herself as though she were altogether at the disposal of her uncle. He
has decided now, she said, that when he is gone the property is to be
mine. The minor canon, who had heard nothing of this, drew himself up
as though about to declare in his pride that he had not intended to ask
for the hand of the lady of Llanfeare. That would make no difference
in me, she continued, reading plainly the expression in the young
man's face. My regard would be swayed neither one way nor the other by
any feeling of that kind. But as he has chosen to make me his daughter,
I must obey him as his daughter. It is not probable that he will
consent to such a marriage.
Then there had been nothing further between them till Isabel, on her
return to Llanfeare, had written to him to say that her uncle had
decided against the marriage, and that his decision was final.
Now in all this Isabel had certainly been hardly used, though her
ill-usage had in part been due to her own reticence as to her own
feelings. When she told the Squire that the offer had been made to her,
she did so as if she herself had been almost indifferent.
William Owen! the Squire had said, repeating the name; his
grandfather kept the inn at Pembroke!
I believe he did, said Isabel calmly.
And you would wish to make him owner of Llanfeare?
I did not say so, rejoined Isabel. I have told you what occurred,
and have asked you what you thought.
Then the Squire shook his head, and there was an end of it. The
letter was written to the minor canon telling him that the Squire's
decision was final.
In all this there had been no allusion to love on the part of
Isabel. Had there been, her uncle could hardly have pressed upon her
the claims of his nephew. But her manner in regard to the young
clergyman had been so cold as to leave upon her uncle an impression
that the matter was one of but little moment. To Isabel it was matter
of infinite moment. And yet when she was asked again and again to
arrange all the difficulties of the family by marrying her cousin, she
was forced to carry on the conversation as though no such person
existed as her lover at Hereford.
And yet the Squire remembered it all,remembered that when he had
thus positively objected to the grandson of the innkeeper, he had done
so because he had felt it to be his duty to keep the grandson of an
innkeeper out of Llanfeare. That the grandson of old Thomas Owen, of
the Pembroke Lion, should reign at Llanfeare in the place of an Indefer
Jones had been abominable to him. To prevent that had certainly been
within his duties. But it was very different now, when he would leave
his girl poorly provided for, without a friend and without a roof of
her own over her head! And yet, though her name was Brodrick, she, too,
was a Jones; and her father, though an attorney, had come of a family
nearly as good as his own. In no case could it be right that she should
marry the grandson of old Thomas Owen. Therefore, hitherto, he had
never again referred to that proposal of marriage. Should she again
have spoken of it his answer might perhaps have been less decided; but
neither had she again spoken of the clergyman.
All this was hard upon Isabel, who, if she said nothing, still
thought of her lover. And it must be acknowledged also that though she
did not speak, still she thought of her future prospects. She had
laughed at the idea of being solicitous as to her inheritance. She had
done so in order that she might thereby lessen the trouble of her
uncle's mind; but she knew as well as did another the difference
between the position which had been promised her as owner of Llanfeare,
and that to which she would be reduced as the stepdaughter of a
stepmother who did not love her. She knew, too, that she had been cold
to William Owen, giving him no sort of encouragement, having seemed to
declare to him that she had rejected him because she was her uncle's
heiress. And she knew also,or thought that she knew,that she was
not possessed of those feminine gifts which probably might make a man
constant under difficulties. No more had been heard of William Owen
during the last nine months. Every now and then a letter would come to
her from one of her younger sisters, who now had their own anxieties
and their own loves, but not a word was there in one of them of William
Owen. Therefore, it may be said that the last charge in her uncle's
purpose had fallen upon her with peculiar hardness.
But she never uttered a complaint, or even looked one. As for
utterance there was no one to whom she could have spoken it. There had
never been many words between her and her own family as to the
inheritance. As she had been reticent to her father so had he to her.
The idea in the attorney's house at Hereford was that she was stubborn,
conceited, and disdainful. It may be that in regard to her stepmother
there was something of this, but, let that be as it might, there had
been but little confidence between them as to matters at Llanfeare. It
was, no doubt, supposed by her father that she was to be her uncle's
Conceited, perhaps, she was as to certain gifts of character. She
did believe herself to be strong of purpose and capable of endurance.
But in some respects she was humble enough. She gave herself no credit
for feminine charms such as the world loves. In appearance she was one
calculated to attract attention,somewhat tall, well set on her limbs,
active, and of good figure; her brow was broad and fine, her grey eyes
were bright and full of intelligence, her nose and mouth were well
formed, and there was not a mean feature in her face. But there was
withal a certain roughness about her, an absence of feminine softness
in her complexion, which, to tell the truth of her, was more
conspicuous to her own eyes than to any others. The farmers and their
wives about the place would declare that Miss Isabel was the finest
young woman in South Wales. With the farmers and their wives she was on
excellent terms, knowing all their ways, and anxious as to all their
wants. With the gentry around she concerned herself but little. Her
uncle's habits were not adapted to the keeping of much company, and to
her uncle's habits she had fitted herself altogether. It was on this
account that neither did she know the young men around, nor did they
know her. And then, because no such intimacies had grown up she told
herself that she was unlike other girls,that she was rough,
unattractive, and unpopular.
Then the day came for the arrival of Henry Jones, during the
approach to which Uncle Indefer had, from day to day, become more and
more uneasy. Isabel had ceased to say a word against him. When he had
been proposed to her as a lover she had declared that she had loathed
him. Now that suggestion had been abandoned, or left in abeyance.
Therefore she dealt with his name and with his coming as she might with
that of any other guest. She looked to his room, and asked questions as
to his comfort. Would it not be well to provide a separate dinner for
him, seeing that three o'clock would be regarded as an awkward hour by
a man from London? If he doesn't like it, he had better go back to
London, said the old Squire in anger. But the anger was not intended
against his girl, but against the man who by the mere force of his
birth was creating such a sea of troubles.
I have told you what my intentions are, the Squire said to his
nephew on the evening of his arrival.
I am sure that I am very much obliged to you, my dear uncle.
You need not be in the least obliged to me. I have done what I
conceive to be a duty. I can still change it if I find that you do not
deserve it. As for Isabel, she deserves everything that can be done for
her. Isabel has never given me the slightest cause for displeasure. I
doubt whether there is a better creature in the world living than
Isabel. She deserves everything. But as you are the male heir, I think
it right that you should follow me in the propertyunless you show
yourself to be unworthy.
This was certainly a greeting hard to be endured,a speech very
difficult to answer. Nevertheless it was satisfactory, if only the old
Squire would not again change his mind. The young man had thought much
about it, and had come to the resolution that the best way to insure
the good things promised him would be to induce Isabel to be his wife.
I'm sure she is all that you say, Uncle Indefer, he replied.
Uncle Indefer grunted, and told him that if he wanted any supper, he
had better go and get it.
CHAPTER III. Cousin Henry
Cousin Henry found his position to be difficult and precarious. That
suggestion of his uncle's,or rather assertion,that he could still
change his mind was disagreeable. No doubt he could do so, and, as
Cousin Henry thought, would be the very man to do it, if angered,
thwarted, or even annoyed. He knew that more than one will had already
been made and set aside. Cousin Henry had turned the whole matter very
much in his mind since he had become cognizant of his uncle's
character. However imprudent he might have been in his earlier days, he
was now quite alive to the importance of being Squire of Llanfeare.
There was nothing that he was not ready to do to please and conciliate
his uncle. Llanfeare without Isabel as a burden would no doubt be
preferable, but he was quite ready to marry Isabel to-morrow, if Isabel
would only accept him. The game he had to play was for Llanfeare. It
was to be Llanfeare or nothing. The position offered to him was to
come, not from love, but from a sense of duty on the part of the old
man. If he could keep the old man firm to that idea, Llanfeare would be
his own; but should he be excluded from that inheritance, there would
be no lesser prize by which he might reconcile himself to the loss. His
uncle would not leave him anything from love. All this he understood
thoroughly, and was therefore not unnaturally nervous as to his own
conduct at the present crisis.
It was only too manifest to him that his uncle did in fact dislike
him. At their very first interview he was made to listen to praises of
Isabel and threats against himself. He was quite prepared to put up
with both, or with any other disagreeable hardship which might be
inflicted upon him, if only he could do so successfully. But he
believed that his best course would be to press his suit with Isabel.
Should he do so successfully, he would at any rate be safe. Should she
be persistent in refusing him, which he believed to be probable, then
he would have shown himself desirous of carrying out his uncle's
wishes. As to all this he was clear-sighted enough. But he did not
quite perceive the state of his uncle's mind in regard to himself. He
did not understand how painfully the old man was still vacillating
between affection and duty; nor did he fathom the depth of the love
which his uncle felt for Isabel. Had he been altogether wise in the
matter, he would have kept out of his uncle's presence, and have
devoted himself to the tenants and the land; but in lieu of this, he
intruded himself as much as possible into his uncle's morning room,
often to the exclusion of Isabel. Now it had come to pass that Uncle
Indefer was never at his ease unless his niece were with him.
Nobody can be more attached to another than I am to Isabel, said
the nephew to his uncle on the third morning of his arrival. Whereupon
Uncle Indefer grunted. The more he saw of the man, the less he himself
liked the idea of sacrificing Isabel to such a husband. I shall
certainly do my best to carry out your wishes.
My wishes have reference solely to her.
Exactly, sir; I understand that completely. As she is not to be the
heiress, the best thing possible is to be done for her.
You think that marrying you would be the best thing possible! This
the uncle said in a tone of scorn which must have been very hard to
bear. And it was unjust too, as the unfortunate nephew had certainly
not intended to speak of himself personally as being the best thing
possible for Isabel.
But this too had to be borne. I meant, sir, that if she would
accept my hand, she would have pretty nearly as great an interest in
the property as I myself.
She would have much more, said Uncle Indefer angrily. She knows
every man, woman, and child about the place. There is not one of them
who does not love her. And so they ought, for she has been their best
friend. As far as they are concerned it is almost cruel that they
should not be left in her hands.
So it will be, sir, if she will consent to do as you and I wish.
Wish! Pshaw! Then he repeated his grunts, turning his shoulder
round against his nephew, and affecting to read the newspaper which he
had held in his hand during the conversation. It must be acknowledged
that the part to be played by the intended heir was very difficult. He
could perceive that his uncle hated him, but he could not understand
that he might best lessen that hatred by relieving his uncle of his
presence. There he sat looking at the empty grate, and pretending now
and again to read an old newspaper which was lying on the table, while
his uncle fumed and grunted. During every moment that was so passed
Uncle Indefer was asking himself whether that British custom as to male
heirs was absolutely essential to the welfare of the country. Here were
two persons suggested to his mind, one of whom was to be his future
successor. One of them was undoubtedly the sweetest human being that
had ever crossed his path; the other,as he was inclined to think at
the present moment,was the least sweet. And as they were to him,
would they not be to the tenants whose welfare was to depend so much on
the future owner of the property? The longer that he endured the
presence of the man the more desirous did he feel of turning to the
drawer which was close at hand, and destroying the topmost of those
documents which lay there tied in a bundle together.
But he did not allow himself to be at once driven to a step so
unreasonable. The young man had done nothing which ought to offend
him,had, indeed, only obeyed him in coming down to South Wales. That
custom of the country was good and valid, and wise. If he believed in
anything of the world worldly, he believed in primogeniture in respect
of land. Though Isabel was ever so sweet, duty was duty. Who was he
that he should dare to say to himself that he could break through what
he believed to be a law on his conscience without a sin? If he might
permit himself to make a special exemption for himself in the
indulgence of his own affection, then why might not another, and
another, and so on? Did he not know that it would have been better that
the whole thing should have been settled for him by an entail? And, if
so, how could it be right that he should act in opposition to the
spirit of such an entail, merely because he had the power to do so?
Thus he argued with himself again and again; but these arguments would
never become strong till his nephew had relieved him of his presence.
While he was so arguing, Cousin Henry was trying his hand with
Isabel. There had been but a week for him to do it, and three days had
already passed away. At the end of the week Isabel was to go to
Hereford, and Henry, as far as he knew, was still expected by his uncle
to make an offer to his cousin. And, as regarded himself, he was well
enough disposed to do so. He was a man with no strong affections, but
also with no strong aversions,except that at present he had a strong
affection for Llanfeare, and a strong aversion to the monotonous office
in which he was wont to earn his daily bread up in London. And he, too,
was desirous of doing his duty,as long as the doing of his duty might
tend to the desired possession of Llanfeare. He was full of the idea
that a great deal was due to Isabel. A great deal was certainly due to
Isabel, if only, by admitting so much, his possession of Llanfeare was
to be assured.
So you are going away in two or three days? he said to her.
In four days. I am to start on Monday.
That is very soon. I am so sorry that you are to leave us! But I
suppose it is best that dear Uncle Indefer should not be left alone.
I should have gone at this time in any case, said Isabel, who
would not allow it to be supposed that he could fill her place near
Nevertheless I am sorry that you should not have remained while I
am here. Of course it cannot be helped. Then he paused, but she had
not a word further to say. She could see by the anxiety displayed in
his face, and by a more than usually unnatural tone in his voice, that
he was about to make his proposition. She was quite prepared for it,
and remained silent, fixed, and attentive. Isabel, he said, I
suppose Uncle Indefer has told you what he intends?
I should say so. I think he always tells me what he intends.
About the property I mean.
Yes; about the property. I believe he has made a will leaving it to
you. I believe he has done this, not because he loves you the best, but
because he thinks it ought to go to the male heir. I quite agree with
him that these things should not be governed by affection. He is so
good that he will certainly do what he believes to be his duty.
Nevertheless the effect is the same.
Oh yes; as regards you, the effect will be the same. You will have
the property, whether it comes from love or duty.
And you will lose it.
I cannot lose what never was mine, she said, smiling.
But why should we not both have it,one as well as the other?
No; we can't do that.
Yes, we can; if you will do what I wish, and what he wishes also. I
love you with all my heart.
She opened her eyes as though driven to do so by surprise. She knew
that she should not have expressed herself in that way, but she could
not avoid the temptation.
I do, indeed, with all my heart. Why should we notmarry, you
know? Then the property would belong to both of us.
Yes; then it would.
Why should we not; eh, Isabel? Then he approached her as though
about to make some ordinary symptom of a lover's passion.
Sit down there, Henry, and I will tell you why we cannot do that. I
do not love you in the least.
You might learn to love me.
Never; never! That lesson would be impossible to me. Now let there
be an end of it. Uncle Indefer has, I dare say, asked you to make this
He wrote a letter, just saying that he would like it.
Exactly so. You have found yourself compelled to do his bidding,
and you have done it. Then let there be an end of it. I would not marry
an angel even to oblige him or to get Llanfeare; and you are not an
angel,to my way of thinking.
I don't know about angels, he said, trying still to be
No, no. That was my nonsense. There is no question of angels. But
not for all Llanfeare, not even to oblige him, would I undertake to
marry a man even if I were near to loving him. I should have to love
him entirely, without reference to Llanfeare. I am not at all near
Why not, Isabel? he asked foolishly.
Becausebecausebecause you are odious to me!
I beg your pardon. I should not have said so. It was very wrong;
but, then, why did you ask so foolish a question? Did I not tell you to
let there be an end of it? And now will you let me give you one little
bit of advice?
What is it? he asked angrily. He was beginning to hate her, though
he was anxious to repress his hatred, lest by indulging it he should
injure his prospects.
Do not say a word about me to my uncle. It will be better for you
not to tell him that there has been between us any such interview as
this. If he did once wish that you and I should become man and wife, I
do not think that he wishes it now. Let the thing slide, as they say.
He has quite made up his mind in your favour, because it is his duty.
Unless you do something to displease him very greatly, he will make no
further change. Do not trouble him more than you can help by talking to
him on things that are distasteful. Anything in regard to me, coming
from you, will be distasteful to him. You had better go about among the
farms, and see the tenants, and learn the condition of everything. And
then talk to him about that. Whatever you do, never suggest that the
money coming from it all is less than it ought to be. That is my
advice. And now, if you please, you and I need not talk about it any
more. Then she got up and left the room without waiting for a reply.
When he was alone he resolved upon complying with her advice, at any
rate in one respect. He would not renew his offer of marriage; nor
would he hold any further special conversation with her. Of course, she
was hateful to him, having declared so plainly to him her own opinion
regarding himself. He had made the offer, and had thereby done his
duty. He had made the offer, and had escaped.
But he did not at all believe in the sincerity of her advice as to
their uncle. His heart was throbbing with the desire to secure the
inheritance to himself,and so he thought, no doubt, was hers as to
herself. It might be that the old man's intention would depend upon his
obedience, and if so, it was certainly necessary that the old man
should know that he had been obedient. Of course, he would tell the old
man what he had done.
But he said not a word till Isabel had gone. He did take her advice
about the land and the tenants, but hardly to much effect. If there
were a falling roof here or a half-hung door there, he displayed his
zeal by telling the Squire of these defaults. But the Squire hated to
hear of such defaults. It must be acknowledged that it would have
required a man of very great parts to have given satisfaction in the
position in which this young man was placed.
But as soon as Isabel was gone he declared his obedience.
I have asked her, sir, and she has refused me, he said in a
melancholy, low, and sententious voice.
What did you expect?
At any rate, I did as you would have me.
Was she to jump down your throat when you asked her?
She was very decided,very. Of course, I spoke of your wishes.
I have not any wishes.
I thought that you desired it.
So I did, but I have changed my mind. It would not do at all. I
almost wonder how you could have had the courage to ask her. I don't
suppose that you have the insight to see that she is different from
Oh, yes; I perceived that.
And yet you would go and ask her to be your wife off-hand, just as
though you were going to buy a horse! I suppose you told her that it
would be a good thing because of the estate?
I did mention it, said the young man, altogether astounded and put
beyond himself by his uncle's manner and words.
Yes; just as if it were a bargain! If you will consent to put up
with me as a husband, why, then you can go shares with me in the
property. That was the kind of thing, wasn't it? And then you come and
tell me that you have done your duty by making the offer!
The heir expectant was then convinced that it would have been better
for him to have followed the advice which Isabel had given him, but yet
he could not bring himself to believe that the advice had been
disinterested. Why should Isabel have given him disinterested advice in
opposition to her own prospects? Must not Isabel's feeling about the
property be the same as his own?
CHAPTER IV. The Squire's Death
With a sore heart Isabel went her way to Hereford,troubled because
she saw nothing but sorrow and vexation in store for her uncle.
I know that I am getting weaker every day, he said. And yet it was
not long since he had spoken of living for two years.
Shall I stay? asked Isabel.
No; that would be wrong. You ought to go to your father. I suppose
that I shall live till you come back.
Oh, Uncle Indefer!
What if I did die? It is not that that troubles me. Then she
kissed him and left him. She knew how vain it was to ask any further
questions, understanding thoroughly the nature of his sorrow. The idea
that this nephew must be the master of Llanfeare was so bitter to him
that he could hardly endure it; and then, added to this, was the
vexation of the nephew's presence. That three weeks should be passed
alone with the man,three weeks of the little that was left to him of
life, seemed to be a cruel addition to the greater sorrow! But Isabel
went, and the uncle and nephew were left to do the best they could with
each other's company.
Isabel had not seen Mr Owen or heard from him since the writing of
that letter in which she had told him of her uncle's decision. Now it
would be necessary that she should meet him, and she looked forward to
doing so almost with fear and trembling. On one point she had made up
her mind, or thought that she had made up her mind. As she had refused
him when supposed to be heiress of Llanfeare, she certainly would not
accept him, should he feel himself constrained by a sense of honour to
renew his offer to her now that her position was so different. She had
not accused him in her own heart of having come to her because of her
supposed wealth. Thinking well of him in other matters, she thought
well of him also in that. But still there was the fact that she had
refused him when supposed to be an heiress; and not even to secure her
happiness would she allow him to think that she accepted him because of
her altered circumstances. And yet she was in love with him, and had
now acknowledged to herself that it was so. Her position in this as in
all things seemed to be so cruel! Had she been the heiress of Llanfeare
she could not have married him, because it would then have been her
duty to comply with the wishes of her uncle. No such duty would now be
imposed upon her, at any rate after her uncle's death. As simple Isabel
Brodrick she might marry whom she would without bringing discredit upon
the Indefer Joneses. But that which she had been constrained to do
before her uncle had changed his purpose now tied her hands.
It did seem to her cruel; but she told herself that it was
peculiarly her duty to bear such cruelty without complaint. Of her
uncle's intense love to her she was fully aware, and, loving him as
warmly, was prepared to bear everything on his account. His vacillation
had been unfortunate for her, but in everything he had done the best
according to his lights. Perhaps there was present to her mind
something of the pride of a martyr. Perhaps she gloried a little in the
hardship of her position. But she was determined to have her glory and
her martyrdom all to herself. No human being should ever hear from her
lips a word of complaint against her Uncle Indefer.
The day after her arrival her father asked her a few questions as to
her uncle's intentions in reference to the property.
I think it is all settled, she said. I think it has been left to
my Cousin Henry.
Then he has changed his mind, said her father angrily. He did
mean to make you his heiress?
Henry is at Llanfeare now, and Henry will be his heir.
Why has he changed? Nothing can be more unjust than to make a
promise in such a matter and then to break it.
Who says that he made a promise? You have never heard anything of
the kind from me. Papa, I would so much rather not talk about
Llanfeare. Ever since I have known him, Uncle Indefer has been all love
to me. I would not allow a thought of mine to be polluted by
ingratitude towards him. Whatever he has done, he has done because he
has thought it to be the best. Perhaps I ought to tell you that he has
made some charge on the property on my behalf, which will prevent my
being a burden upon you.
A week or ten days after this, when she had been nearly a fortnight
at Hereford, she was told that William Owen was coming in to drink tea.
This communication was made to her by her stepmother, in that serious
tone which is always intended to convey a matter of importance. Had any
other minor canon or any other gentleman been coming to tea, the fact
would have been announced in a different manner.
I shall be delighted to see him, said Isabel, suppressing with her
usual fortitude any slightest symptom of emotion.
I hope you will, my dear. I am sure he is very anxious to see you.
Then Mr Owen came and drank his tea in the midst of the family.
Isabel could perceive that he was somewhat confused,not quite able to
talk in his usual tone, and that he was especially anxious as to his
manner towards her. She took her part in the conversation as though
there were nothing peculiar in the meeting. She spoke of Llanfeare, of
her uncle's failing health, and of her cousin's visit, taking care to
indicate by some apparently chance word, that Henry was received there
as the heir. She played her part well, evincing no sign of special
feeling but her ear was awake to the slightest tone in his voice after
he had received the information she had given him. She knew that his
voice was altered, but she did not read the alteration altogether
I shall call in the morning, he said, as he gave her his hand at
parting. There was no pressure of the hand, but still he had addressed
himself especially to her.
Why should he come in the morning? She had made up her mind, at the
spur of the moment, that the news which he had heard had settled that
matter for ever. But if so, why should he come in the morning? Then she
felt, as she sat alone in her room, that she had done him a foul
injustice in that spur of the moment. It must be that she had done him
an injustice, or he would not have said that he would come. But if he
could be generous, so could she. She had refused him when she believed
herself to be the heiress of Llanfeare, and she certainly would not
accept him now.
On the next morning about eleven o'clock he came. She had become
aware that it was the intention of all the family that she should see
him alone, and she made no struggle against that intention. As such
intention existed, the interview must of course take place, and as well
now as later. There was no confidence on the matter between herself and
her stepmother,no special confidence between even herself and her
half-sisters. But she was aware that they all supposed that Mr Owen was
to come there on that morning for the sake of renewing his offer to
her. It was soon done when he had come.
Isabel, he said, I have brought with me that letter which you
wrote to me. Will you take it back again? And he held it out in his
Nay; why should I take back my own letter? she answered, smiling.
Because I hopeI do not say I trustbut I hope that I may receive
an altered answer.
Why should you hope so? she asked, foolishly enough.
Because I love you so dearly. Let me say something very plainly. If
it be a long story, forgive me because of its importance to myself. I
did think that you werewell, inclined to like me.
Like you! I always liked you. I do like you.
I hoped more. Perhaps I thought more. Nay, Isabel, do not interrupt
me. When they told me that you were to be your uncle's heir, I knew
that you ought not to marry me.
Well, I knew that it should not be so. I knew that your uncle would
Yes, he thought so.
I knew that he would, and I accepted your answer as conveying his
decision. I had not intended to ask the heiress of Llanfeare to be my
Why not? Why not?
I had not intended to ask the heiress of Llanfeare to by my wife,
he said, repeating the words. I learned last night that it was not to
No; it is not to be so.
Then why should not Isabel Brodrick be the wife of William Owen, if
she likes him,if only she can bring herself to like him well enough?
She could not say that she did not like him well enough. She could
not force herself to tell such a lie! And yet there was her settled
purpose still strong in her mind. Having refused him when she believed
herself to be rich, she could not bring herself to take him now that
she was poor. She only shook her head mournfully.
You cannot like me well enough for that?
It must not be so.
Must not? Why must not?
It cannot be so.
Then, Isabel, you must say that you do not love me.
I need say nothing, Mr Owen. Again she smiled as she spoke to him.
It is enough for me to say that it cannot be so. If I ask you not to
press me further, I am sure that you will not do so.
I shall press you further, he said, as he left her; but I will
leave you a week to think of it.
She took the week to think of it, and from day to day her mind would
change as she thought of it. Why should she not marry him, if thus they
might both be happy? Why should she cling to a resolution made by her
when she was in error as to the truth? She knew now, she was now quite
certain, that when he had first come to her he had known nothing of her
promised inheritance. He had come then simply because he loved her, and
for that reason, and for that reason only, he had now come again. And
yetand yet, there was her resolution! And there was the ground on
which she had founded it! Though he might not remember it now, would he
not remember hereafter that she had refused him when she was rich and
accepted him when she was poor? Where then would be her martyrdom,
where her glory, where her pride? Were she to do so, she would only do
as would any other girl. Though she would not have been mean, she would
seem to have been mean, and would so seem to his eyes. When the week
was over she had told herself that she must be true to her resolution.
There had been something said about him in the family, but very
little. The stepmother was indeed afraid of Isabel, though she had
endeavoured to conquer her own fear of using authority; and her
half-sisters, though they loved her, held her in awe. There was so
little that was weak about her, so little that was self-indulgent, so
little that was like the other girls around them! It was known that Mr
Owen was to come again on a certain day at a certain hour, and it was
known also for what purpose he was to come; but no one had dared to ask
a direct question as to the result of his coming.
He came, and on this occasion her firmness almost deserted her. When
he entered the room he seemed to her to be bigger than before, and more
like her master. As the idea that he was so fell upon her, she became
aware that she loved him better than ever. She began to know that with
such a look as he now wore he would be sure to conquer. She did not
tell herself that she would yield, but thoughts flitted across her as
to what might be the best manner of yielding.
Isabel, he said, taking her by the hand, Isabel, I have come
again, as I told you that I would.
She could not take her hand from him, nor could she say a word to
him in her accustomed manner. As he looked down upon her, she felt that
she had already yielded, when suddenly the door was opened, and one of
the girls hurried into the room.
Isabel, said her sister, here is a telegram for you, just come
Of course she opened it instantly with perturbed haste and quivering
fingers. The telegram was as follows:Your uncle is very ill, very
ill indeed, and wishes you to come back quite immediately. The
telegram was not from her Cousin Henry, but from the doctor.
There was no time then either for giving love or for refusing it.
The paper was handed to her lover to read, and then she rushed out of
the room as though the train which was to carry her would start
You will let me write to you by-and-by? said Mr Owen as she left
him; but she made no answer to him as she rushed out of the room; nor
would she make any answer to any of the others as they expressed either
hope or consolation. When was the next train? When should she reach
Carmarthen? When would she once more be at the old man's bedside? In
the course of the afternoon she did leave Hereford, and at about ten
o'clock that night she was at Carmarthen. Some one concerned had looked
into this matter of the trains, and there at the station was a fly
ready to take her to Llanfeare. Before eleven her uncle's hand was in
hers, as she stood by his bedside.
Her Cousin Henry was in the room, and so was the housekeeper who had
been with him constantly almost ever since she had left him. She had
seen at once by the manner of the old servants as she entered the
house, from the woeful face of the butler, and from the presence of the
cook, who had lived in the family for the last twenty years, that
something terrible was expected. It was not thus that she would have
been received had not the danger been imminent.
Dr Powell says, Miss Isabel, that you are to be told that he will
be here quite early in the morning.
This coming from the cook, told her that her uncle was expected to
live that night, but that no more was expected.
Uncle Indefer, she said, how is it with you? Uncle Indefer, speak
to me! He moved his head a little upon the pillow; he turned his face
somewhat towards hers; there was some slight return to the grasp of her
hand; there was a gleam of loving brightness left in his eye; but he
could not then speak a word. When, after an hour, she left his room for
a few minutes to get rid of her travelling clothes, and to prepare
herself for watching by him through the night, the housekeeper, whom
Isabel had known ever since she had been at Llanfeare, declared that in
her opinion her uncle would never speak again.
The doctor, Miss Isabel, thought so, when he left us.
She hurried down, and at once occupied the place which the old woman
had filled for the last three days and nights. Before long she had
banished the woman, so that to her might belong the luxury of doing
anything, if aught could be done. That her cousin should be there was
altogether unnecessary. If the old man could know any one at his
deathbed, he certainly would not wish to see the heir whom he had
You must goyou must indeed, said Isabel.
Then the cousin went, and so at last, with some persuasion, did the
She sat there hour after hour, with her hand lying gently upon his.
When she would move it for a moment, though it was to moisten his lips,
he would give some sign of impatience. For hours he lay in that way,
till the early dawn of the summer morning broke into the room through
the chink of the shutters. Then there came from him some sign of a
stronger life, and at last, with a low muttered voice, indistinct, but
not so indistinct but that the sounds were caught, he whispered a word
It is all right. It is done.
Soon afterwards she rang the bell violently, and when the nurse
entered the room she declared that her old master was no more. When the
doctor arrived at seven, having ridden out from Carmarthen, there was
nothing for him further to do but to give a certificate as to the
manner of death of Indefer Jones, Esq., late of Llanfeare, in the
county of Carmarthen.
CHAPTER V. Preparing for the Funeral
Isabel, when she was left alone, felt that a terrible weight of duty
was imposed on her. She seemed to be immediately encompassed by a
double world of circumstances. There was that world of grief which was
so natural, but which would yet be easy, could she only be allowed to
sit down and weep. But it was explained to her that until after the
funeral, and till the will should have been read, everything about
Llanfeare must be done by her and in obedience to her orders. This
necessity of action,of action which in her present condition of mind
did not seem clear to her,was not at all easy.
The doctor was good to her, and gave her some instruction before he
left her. Shall I give the keys to my cousin? she said to him. But
even as she said this there was the doubt on her mind what those last
words of her uncle had been intended to mean. Though her grief was very
bitter, though her sorrow was quite sincere, she could not keep herself
from thinking of those words. It was not that she was anxious to get
the estate for herself. It was hardly in that way that the matter in
these moments presented itself to her. Did the meaning of those words
impose on her any duty? Would it be right that she should speak of
them, or be silent? Ought she to suppose that they had any meaning, and
if so, that they referred to the will?
I think that you should keep the keys till after the will has been
read, said the doctor.
Even though he should ask for them?
Even though he should ask for them, said the doctor. He will not
press such a request if you tell him that I say it ought to be so. If
there be any difficulty, send for Mr Apjohn.
Mr Apjohn was the lawyer; but there had been quite lately some
disagreement between her uncle and Mr Apjohn, and this advice was not
palatable to her.
But, continued Dr Powell, you will not find any difficulty of
that kind. The funeral had better be on Monday. And the will, I
suppose, can be read afterwards. Mr Apjohn will come out and read it.
There can be no difficulty about that. I know that Mr Apjohn's feelings
are of the kindest towards your uncle and yourself.
Mr Apjohn had taken upon himself to scold her uncle because of the
altered will,the will that had been altered in favour of Cousin
Henry. So much the old man had said to Isabel himself. If I think it
proper, he has no right to scold me, the old man had said. The
scolding had probably been in the guise of that advice which a lawyer
so often feels himself justified in giving.
Isabel thought that she had better keep those words to herself, at
any rate for the present. She almost resolved that she would keep those
words altogether to herself, unless other facts should come out which
would explain their meaning and testify to their truths. She would say
nothing of them in a way that would seem to imply that she had been led
by them to conceive that she expected the property. She did certainly
think that they alluded to the property. It is all right. It is done.
When her uncle had uttered these words, using the last effort of his
mortal strength for the purpose, he no doubt was thinking of the
property. He had meant to imply that he had done something to make his
last decision right in her favour. She was, she thought, sure of so
much. But then she bore in mind the condition of the old man's failing
mind,those wandering thoughts which would so naturally endeavour to
fix themselves upon her and upon the property in combination with each
other. How probable was it that he would dream of something that he
would fain do, and then dream that he had done it! And she knew, too,
as well as the lawyer would know himself, that the words would go for
nothing, though they had been spoken before a dozen witnesses. If a
later will was there, the later will would speak for itself. If no
later will was there, the words were empty breath.
But above all was she anxious that no one should think that she was
desirous of the property,that no one should suppose that she would be
hurt by not having it. She was not desirous, and was not hurt. The
matter was so important, and had so seriously burdened her uncle's
mind, that she could not but feel the weight herself; but as to her own
desires, they were limited to a wish that her uncle's will, whatever it
might be, should be carried out. Not to have Llanfeare, not to have
even a shilling from her uncle's estate, would hurt her but
little,would hurt her heart not at all. But to know that it was
thought by others that she was disappointed,that would be a grievous
burden to her! Therefore she spoke to Dr Powell, and even to her
cousin, as though the estate were doubtless now the property of the
Henry Jones at this time,during the days immediately following his
uncle's death,seemed to be so much awe-struck by his position, as to
be incapable of action. To his Cousin Isabel he was almost servile in
his obedience. With bated breath he did suggest that the keys should be
surrendered to him, making his proposition simply on the ground that
she would thus be saved from trouble; but when she told him that it was
her duty to keep them till after the funeral, and that it would be her
duty to act as mistress in the house till after that ceremony, he was
cringing in his compliance.
Whatever you think best, Isabel, shall be done. I would not
interfere for a moment.
Then some time afterwards, on the following day, he assured her that
whatever might be the nature of the will, she was to regard Llanfeare
as her home as long as it would suit her to remain there.
I shall go back to papa very soon, she had said, as soon, indeed,
as I can have my things packed up after the funeral. I have already
written to papa to say so.
Everything shall be just as you please, he replied; only, pray,
believe that if I can do anything for your accommodation it shall be
To this she made some formal answer of courtesy, not, it may be
feared, very graciously. She did not believe in his civility; she did
not think he was kind to her in heart, and she could not bring herself
to make her manner false to her feelings. After that, during the days
that remained before the funeral, very little was said between them.
Her dislike to him grew in bitterness, though she failed to explain
even to herself the cause of her dislike. She did know that her uncle
had been in truth as little disposed to love him as herself, and that
knowledge seemed to justify her. Those last words had assured her at
any rate of that, and though she was quite sure of her own conscience
in regard to Llanfeare, though she was certain that she did not covet
the possession of the domain, still she was unhappy to think that it
should become his. If only for the tenants' sake and the servants, and
the old house itself, there were a thousand pities in that. And then
the belief would intrude itself upon her that her uncle in the last
expression of his wishes had not intended his nephew to be his heir.
Then, in these days reports reached her which seemed to confirm her
own belief. It had not been the habit of her life to talk intimately
with the servants, even though at Llanfeare there had been no other
woman with whom she could talk intimately. There had been about her a
sense of personal dignity which had made such freedom distasteful to
herself, and had repressed it in them. But now the housekeeper had come
to her with a story to which Isabel had found it impossible not to
listen. It was reported about the place that the Squire had certainly
executed another will a few days after Isabel had left Llanfeare.
If so, said Isabel sternly, it will be found when Mr Apjohn comes
to open the papers.
But the housekeeper did not seem satisfied with this. Though she
believed that some document had been written, Mr Apjohn had not been
sent for, as had always been done on former similar occasions. The
making of the Squire's will had been a thing always known and well
understood at Llanfeare. Mr Apjohn had been sent for on such occasions,
and had returned after a day or two, accompanied by two clerks. It was
quite understood that the clerks were there to witness the will. The
old butler, who would bring in the sherry and biscuits after the
operation, was well acquainted with all the testamentary circumstances
of the occasions. Nothing of that kind had occurred now; but old Joseph
Cantor, who had been a tenant on the property for the last thirty
years, and his son, Joseph Cantor the younger, had been called in, and
it was supposed that they had performed the duty of witnessing the
document. The housekeeper seemed to think that they, when interrogated,
had declined to give any information on the subject. She herself had
not seen them, but she had seen others of the tenants, and she was
certain, she said, that Llanfeare generally believed that the old
Squire had executed a will during the absence of his niece.
In answer to all this Isabel simply said that if a new will, which
should turn out to be the real will, had actually been made, it would
be found among her uncle's papers. She knew well the manner in which
those other wills had been tied and deposited in one of the drawers of
her uncle's tables. She had been invited to read them all, and had
understood from a thousand assurances that he had wished that nothing
should be kept secret from her. The key of the very drawer was at this
moment in her possession. There was nothing to hinder her from
searching, should she wish to search. But she never touched the drawer.
The key which locked it she placed in an envelope, and put it apart
under another lock and key. Though she listened, though she could not
but listen, to the old woman's narrative, yet she rebuked the narrator.
There should be no talking about such things, she said. It had
been, she said, her uncle's intention to make his nephew the owner of
Llanfeare, and she believed that he had done so. It was better that
there should be no conversation on the matter until the will had been
During these days she did not go beyond the precincts of the garden,
and was careful not to encounter any of the tenants, even when they
called at the house. Mr Apjohn she did not see, nor Dr Powell again,
till the day of the funeral. The lawyer had written to her more than
once, and had explained to her exactly the manner in which he intended
to proceed. He, with Dr Powell, would be at the house at eleven
o'clock; the funeral would be over at half-past twelve; they would
lunch at one, and immediately afterwards the will should be looked
for and read. The words looked for were underscored in his letter,
but no special explanation of the underscoring was given. He went on to
say that the tenants would, as a matter of course, attend the funeral,
and that he had taken upon himself to invite some few of those who had
known the Squire most intimately, to be present at the reading of the
will. These he named, and among them were Joseph Cantor the elder, and
Joseph Cantor the younger. It immediately occurred to Isabel that the
son was not himself a tenant, and that no one else who was not a tenant
was included in the list. From this she was sure that Mr Apjohn had
heard the story which the housekeeper had told her. During these days
there was little or no intercourse between Isabel and her cousin. At
dinner they met, but only at dinner, and even then almost nothing was
said between them. What he did with himself during the day she did not
even know. At Llanfeare there was a so-called book-room, a small
apartment, placed between the drawing-room and the parlour, in which
were kept the few hundred volumes which constituted the library of
Llanfeare. It had not been much used by the late Squire except that
from time to time he would enter it for the sake of taking down with
his own hands some volume of sermons from the shelves. He himself had
for years been accustomed to sit in the parlour, in which he ate his
meals, and had hated the ceremony of moving even into the drawing-room.
Isabel herself had a sitting-room of her own upstairs, and she, too,
had never used the book-room. But here Cousin Henry had now placed
himself, and here he remained through the whole day, though it was not
believed of him that he was given to much reading. For his breakfast
and his supper he went to the parlour alone. At dinner time Isabel came
down. But through all the long hours of the day he remained among the
books, never once leaving the house till the moment came for receiving
Mr Apjohn and Dr Powell before the funeral. The housekeeper would say
little words about him, wondering what he was doing in the book-room.
To this Isabel would apparently pay no attention, simply remarking that
it was natural that at such a time he should remain in seclusion.
But he does get so very pale, Miss Isabel, said the housekeeper.
He wasn't white, not like that when he come first to Llanfeare. To
this Isabel made no reply; but she, too, had remarked how wan, how
pallid, and how spiritless he had become.
On the Monday morning, when the men upstairs were at work on their
ghastly duty, before the coming of the doctor and the lawyer, she went
down to him, to tell him something of the programme for the day.
Hitherto he had simply been informed that on that morning the body
would be buried under the walls of the old parish church, and that
after the funeral the will would be read. Entering the room somewhat
suddenly she found him seated, vacant, in a chair, with an open book
indeed on the table near him, but so placed that she was sure that he
had not been occupied with it. There he was, looking apparently at the
bookshelves, and when she entered the room he jumped up to greet her
with an air of evident surprise.
Mr Apjohn and Dr Powell will be here at eleven, she said.
Oh, ah; yes, he replied.
I thought I would tell you, that you might be ready.
Yes; that is very kind. But I am ready. The men came in just now,
and put the band on my hat, and laid my gloves there. You will not go,
Yes; I shall follow the body. I do not see why I should not go as
well as you. A woman may be strong enough at any rate for that. Then
they will come back to lunch.
Oh, indeed; I did not know that there would be a lunch.
Yes; Dr Powell says that it will be proper. I shall not be there,
but you, of course, will be present to take the head of the table.
If you wish it.
Of course; it would be proper. There must be some one to seem at
any rate to entertain them. When that is over Mr Apjohn will find the
will, and will read it. Richard will lay the lunch here, so that you
may go at once into the parlour, where the will will be read. They tell
me that I am to be there. I shall do as they bid me, though it will be
a sore trouble to me. Dr Powell will be there, and some of the tenants.
Mr Apjohn has thought it right to ask them, and therefore I tell you.
Those who will be present are as follows:John Griffith, of Coed;
William Griffith, who has the home farm; Mr Mortimer Green, of
Kidwelly; Samuel Jones, of Llanfeare Grange; and the two Cantors,
Joseph Cantor the father, and Joseph the son. I don't know whether you
know them by appearance as yet.
Yes, said he, I know them. His face was almost sepulchral as he
answered her, and as she looked at him she perceived that a slight
quiver came upon his lips as she pronounced with peculiar clearness the
two last names on the list.
I thought it best to tell you all this, she added. If I find it
possible, I shall go to Hereford on Wednesday. Most of my things are
already packed. It may be that something may occur to stop me, but if
it is possible I shall go on Wednesday.
CHAPTER VI. Mr Apjohn's Explanation
The reader need not be detained with any elaborate account of the
funeral. Every tenant and every labourer about the place was there; as
also were many of the people from Carmarthen. Llanfeare Church, which
stands on a point of a little river just as it runs into a creek of the
sea, is not more than four miles distant from the town; but such was
the respect in which the old squire was held that a large crowd was
present as the body was lowered into the vault. Then the lunch
followed, just as Isabel had said. There was Cousin Henry, and there
were the doctor and the lawyer, and there were the tenants who had been
specially honoured by invitation, and there was Joseph Cantor the
younger. The viands were eaten freely, though the occasion was not a
happy one. Appetites are good even amidst grief, and the farmers of
Llanfeare took their victuals and their wine in funereal silence, but
not without enjoyment. Mr Apjohn and Dr Powell also were hungry, and
being accustomed, perhaps, to such entertainments, did not allow the
good things prepared to go waste. But Cousin Henry, though he made an
attempt, could not swallow a morsel. He took a glass of wine, and then
a second, helping himself from the bottle as it stood near at hand; but
he ate nothing, and spoke hardly a word. At first he made some attempt,
but his voice seemed to fail him. Not one of the farmers addressed a
syllable to him. He had before the funeral taken each of them by the
hand, but even then they had not spoken to him. They were rough of
manner, little able to conceal their feelings; and he understood well
from their bearing that he was odious to them. Now as he sat at table
with them, he determined that as soon as this matter should be settled
he would take himself away from Llanfeare, even though Llanfeare should
belong to him. While they were at the table both the lawyer and the
doctor said a word to him, making a struggle to be courteous, but after
the first struggle the attempt ceased also with them. The silence of
the man, and even the pallor of his face might be supposed to be
excused by the nature of the occasion.
Now, said Mr Apjohn, rising from the table when the eating and
drinking had ceased, I think we might as well go into the next room.
Miss Brodrick, who has consented to be present, will probably be
waiting for us.
They passed through the hall into the parlour in a long string, Mr
Apjohn leading the way, followed by Cousin Henry. There they found
Isabel sitting with the housekeeper beside her. She shook hands in
silence with the attorney, the doctor, and all the tenants, and then,
as she took her seat, she spoke a word to Mr Apjohn. As I have felt it
hard to be alone, I have asked Mrs Griffith to remain with me. I hope
it is not improper?
There can be no reason on earth, said Mr Apjohn, why Mrs Griffith
should not hear the will of her master, who respected her so
thoroughly. Mrs Griffith bobbed a curtsey in return for this civility,
and then sat down, intently interested in the coming ceremony.
Mr Apjohn took from his pocket the envelope containing the key, and,
opening the little packet very slowly, very slowly opened the drawer,
and took out from it a bundle of papers tied with red tape. This he
undid, and then, sitting with the bundle loosened before him, he
examined the document lying at the top. Then, slowly spreading them
out, as though pausing over every operation with premeditated delay, he
held in his hand that which he had at first taken; but he was in truth
thinking of the words which he would have to use at the present moment.
He had expected, but had expected with some doubt, that another
document would have been found there. Close at his right hand sat Dr
Powell. Round the room, in distant chairs, were ranged the six farmers,
each with his hat in hand between his knees. On a sofa opposite were
Isabel and the housekeeper. Cousin Henry sat alone, not very far from
the end of the sofa, almost in the middle of the room. As the operation
went on, one of his hands quivered so much that he endeavoured to hold
it with the other to keep it from shaking. It was impossible that any
one there should not observe his trepidation and too evident
The document lying at the top of the bundle was opened out very
slowly by the attorney, who smoothed it down with his hand preparatory
to reading it. Then he looked at the date to assure himself that it was
the last will which he himself had drawn. He knew it well, and was
cognizant with its every legal quiddity. He could judiciously have
explained every clause of it without reading a word, and might probably
have to do so before the occasion was over; but he delayed, looking
down upon it and still smoothing it, evidently taking another minute or
two to collect his thoughts. This will now under his hand was very
objectionable to him, having been made altogether in opposition to his
own advice, and having thus created that scolding of which the Squire
had complained to Isabel. This will bequeathed the whole of the
property to Cousin Henry. It did also affect to leave a certain sum of
money to Isabel, but the sum of money had been left simply as a sum of
money, and not as a charge on the property. Now, within the last few
days, Mr Apjohn had learnt that there were no funds remaining for the
payment of such a legacy. The will, therefore, was to him thoroughly
distasteful. Should that will in truth be found to be the last will and
testament of the old Squire, then it would be his duty to declare that
the estate and everything upon it belonged to Cousin Henry, and that
there would be, as he feared, no source from which any considerable
part of the money nominally left to Miss Brodrick could be defrayed. To
his thinking nothing could be more cruel, nothing more unjust, than
He had heard tidings which would make it his duty to question the
authenticity of this will which was now under his hand; and now had
come the moment in which he must explain all this.
The document which I hold here, he said, purports to be the last
will of our old friend. Every will does that as a matter of course. But
then there may always be another and a later will. Here he paused, and
looked round the room at the faces of the farmers.
So there be, said Joseph Cantor the younger.
Hold your tongue, Joe, till you be asked, said the father.
At this little interruption all the other farmers turned their hats
in their hands. Cousin Henry gazed round at them, but said never a
word. The lawyer looked into the heir's face, and saw the great beads
of sweat standing on his brow.
You hear what young Mr Cantor has said, continued the lawyer. I
am glad that he interrupted me, because it will make my task easier.
There now, feyther! said the young man triumphantly.
You hold your tongue, Joe, till you be asked, or I'll lend ye a
Now I must explain, continued Mr Apjohn, what passed between me
and my dear old friend when I received instructions from him in this
room as to this document which is now before me. You will excuse me, Mr
Jones,this he said addressing himself especially to Cousin
Henryif I say that I did not like this new purpose on the Squire's
part. He was proposing an altogether new arrangement as to the
disposition of his property; and though there could be no doubt, not a
shadow of doubt, as to the sufficiency of his mental powers for the
object in view, still I did not think it well that an old man in feeble
health should change a purpose to which he had come in his maturer
years, after very long deliberation, and on a matter of such vital
moment. I expressed my opinion strongly, and he explained his reasons.
He told me that he thought it right to keep the property in the direct
line of his family. I endeavoured to explain to him that this might be
sufficiently done though the property were left to a lady, if the lady
were required to take the name, and to confer the name on her husband,
should she afterwards marry. You will probably all understand the
We understand them all, said John Griffith, of Coed, who was
supposed to be the tenant of most importance on the property.
Well, then, I urged my ideas perhaps too strongly. I am bound to
say that I felt them very strongly. Mr Indefer Jones remarked that it
was not my business to lecture him on a matter in which his conscience
was concerned. In this he was undoubtedly right; but still I thought I
had done no more than my duty, and could only be sorry that he was
angry with me. I can assure you that I never for a moment entertained a
feeling of anger against him. He was altogether in his right, and was
actuated simply by a sense of duty.
We be quite sure of that, said Samuel Jones, from The Grange, an
old farmer, who was supposed to be a far-away cousin of the family.
I have said all this, continued the lawyer, to explain why it
might be probable that Mr Jones should not have sent for me, if, in his
last days, he felt himself called on by duty to alter yet once again
the decision to which he had come. You can understand that if he
determined in his illness to make yet another will
Which he did, said the younger Cantor, interrupting him.
Exactly; we will come to that directly.
Joe, ye shall be made to sit out in the kitchen; ye shall, said
Cantor the father.
You can understand, I say, that he might not like to see me again
upon the subject. In such case he would have come back to the opinion
which I had advocated; and, though no man in his strong health would
have been more ready to acknowledge an error than Indefer Jones, of
Llanfeare, we all know that with failing strength comes failing
courage. I think that it must have been so with him, and that for this
reason he did not avail himself of my services. If there be such
There be! said the irrepressible Joe Cantor the younger. Upon this
his father only looked at him. Our names is to it, continued Joe.
We cannot say that for certain, Mr Cantor, said the lawyer. The
old Squire may have made another will, as you say, and may have
destroyed it. We must have the will before we can use it. If he left
such a will, it will be found among his papers. I have turned over
nothing as yet; but as it was here in this drawer and tied in this
bundle that Mr Jones was accustomed to keep his will,as the last will
which I made is here, as I expected to find it, together with those
which he had made before and which he seems never to have wished to
destroy, I have had to explain all this to you. It is, I suppose, true,
Mr Cantor, that you and your son were called upon by the Squire to
witness his signature to a document which he purported to be a will on
Monday the 15th of July?
Then Joseph Cantor the father told all the circumstances as they had
occurred. When Mr Henry Jones had been about a fortnight at Llanfeare,
and when Miss Isabel had been gone a week, he, Cantor, had happened to
come up to see the Squire, as it was his custom to do at least once a
week. Then the Squire had told him that his services and those also of
his son were needed for the witnessing of a deed. Mr Jones had gone on
to explain that this deed was to be his last will. The old farmer, it
seemed, had suggested to his landlord that Mr Apjohn should be
employed. The Squire then declared that this would be unnecessary; that
he himself had copied a former will exactly, and compared it word for
word, and reproduced it with no other alteration than that of the date.
All that was wanted would be his signature, efficiently witnessed by
two persons who should both be present together with the testator. Then
the document had been signed by the Squire, and after that by the
farmer and his son. It had been written, said Joseph Cantor, not on
long, broad paper such as that which had been used for the will now
lying on the table before the lawyer, but on a sheet of square paper
such as was now found in the Squire's desk. He, Cantor, had not read a
word of what had there been set down, but he had been enabled to see
that it was written in that peculiarly accurate and laborious
handwriting which the Squire was known to use, but not more frequently
than he could help.
Thus the story was told,at least, all that there was to tell as
yet. The drawer was opened and ransacked, as were also the other
drawers belonging to the table. Then a regular search was made by the
attorney, accompanied by the doctor, the butler, and the housemaid, and
continued through the whole afternoon,in vain. The farmers were
dismissed as soon as the explanation had been given as above described.
During the remainder of the day Cousin Henry occupied a chair in the
parlour, looking on as the search was continued. He offered no help,
which was natural enough; nor did he make any remark as to the work in
hand, which was, perhaps, also natural. The matter was to him one of
such preponderating moment that he could hardly be expected to speak of
it. Was he to have Llanfeare and all that belonged to it, or was he to
have nothing? And then, though no accusation was made against him,
though no one had insinuated that he had been to blame in the matter,
still there was apparent among them all a strong feeling against him.
Who had made away with this will, as to the existence of which at one
time there was no doubt? Of course the idea was present to his mind
that they must think that he had done so. In such circumstances it was
not singular that he should say nothing and do nothing.
Late in the evening Mr Apjohn, just before he left the house, asked
Cousin Henry a question, and received an answer.
Mrs Griffith tells me, Mr Jones, that you were closeted with your
uncle for about an hour immediately after the Cantors had left him on
that Tuesday,just after the signatures had been written. Was it so?
Again the drops of sweat came out and stood thick upon his forehead.
But this Mr Apjohn could understand without making an accusation
against the man, even in his heart. The unexpressed suspicion was so
heavy that a man might well sweat under the burden of it! He paused a
moment, and tried to look as though he were thinking. Yes, said he;
I think I was with my uncle on that morning.
And you knew that the Cantors had been with him?
Not that I remember. I think I did know that somebody had been
there. Yes, I did know it. I had seen their hats in the hall.
Did he say anything about them?
Not that I remember.
Of what was he talking? Can you tell me? I rather fancy that he did
not talk much to you.
I think it was then that he told me the names of all the tenants.
He used to scold me because I did not understand the nature of their
Did he scold you then?
I think so. He always scolded me. He did not like me. I used to
think that I would go away and leave him. I wish that I had never come
to Llanfeare. I do;I do.
There seemed to be a touch of truth about this which almost softened
Mr Apjohn's heart to the poor wretch. Would you mind answering one
more question, Mr Jones? he said. Did he tell you that he had made
Nor that he intended to do so?
He never spoke to you about another will,a further will, that
should again bestow the estate on your cousin?
No, said Cousin Henry, with the perspiration still on his brow.
Now it seemed to Mr Apjohn certain that, had the old man made such a
change in his purpose, he would have informed his nephew of the fact.
CHAPTER VII. Looking for the Will
The search was carried on up to nine o'clock that evening, and then
Mr Apjohn returned to Carmarthen, explaining that he would send out two
men to continue the work on the Tuesday, and that he would come out
again on the Wednesday to read whatever might then be regarded as the
old Squire's will,the last prepared document if it could be found,
and the former one should the search have been unsuccessful. Of
course, said he, in the presence of the two cousins, my reading the
document will give it no force. Of those found, the last in date will
be gooduntil one later be found. It will be well, however, that some
steps should be taken, and nothing can be done till the will has been
read. Then he took his leave and went back to Carmarthen.
Isabel had not shown herself during the whole of the afternoon. When
Mr Apjohn's explanation had been given, and the search commenced, she
retired and went to her own room. It was impossible for her to take a
part in the work that was being done, and almost equally impossible for
her to remain without seeming to take too lively an interest in the
proceeding. Every point of the affair was clear to her imagination. It
could not now be doubted by her that her uncle, doubly actuated by the
presence of the man he disliked and the absence of her whom he so
dearly loved, had found himself driven to revoke the decision to which
he had been brought. As she put it to herself, his love had got the
better of his conscience during the weakness of his latter days. It was
a pity,a pity that it should have been so! It was to be regretted
that there should have been no one near him to comfort him in the
misery which had produced such a lamentable result. A will, she
thought, should be the outcome of a man's strength, and not of his
weakness. Having obeyed his conscience, he should have clung to his
conscience. But all that could not affect what had been done. It seemed
to be certain to her that this other will had been made and executed.
Even though it should have been irregularly executed so as to be null
and void, still it must for a time at least have had an existence.
Where was it now? Having these thoughts in her mind, it was impossible
for her to go about the house among those who were searching. It was
impossible for her to encounter the tremulous misery of her cousin.
That he should shiver and shake and be covered with beads of
perspiration during a period of such intense perturbation did not seem
to her to be unnatural. It was not his fault that he had not been
endowed with especial manliness. She disliked him in his cowardice
almost more than before; but she would not on that account allow
herself to suspect him of a crime.
Mr Apjohn, just before he went, had an interview with her in her own
I cannot go without a word, he said, but its only purport will be
to tell you that I cannot as yet express any decided opinion in this
Do not suppose, Mr Apjohn, that I am anxious for another will, she
I am;but that has nothing to do with it. That he did make a will,
and have it witnessed by these two Cantors, is, I think, certain. That
he should afterwards have destroyed the will without telling the
witnesses, who would be sure hereafter to think and talk of what they
had done, seems to be most unlike the thoughtful consideration of your
uncle. But his weakness increased upon him very quickly just at that
time. Dr Powell thinks that he was certainly competent on that day to
make a will, but he thinks also he may have destroyed it a day or two
afterwards when his mind was hardly strong enough to enable him to
judge of what he was doing. If, at last, this new will shall not be
forthcoming, I think we must be bound to interpret the matter in that
way. I tell you this before I go in order that it may assist you
perhaps a little in forming your own opinion. Then he went.
It was impossible but that she should bethink herself at that moment
that she knew more than either Dr Powell or Mr Apjohn. The last
expression of the old man's thoughts upon that or upon any matter had
been made to herself. The last words that he had uttered had been
whispered into her ears; It is all right. It is done. Let the light
of his failing intellect have been ever so dim, let his strength have
faded from him ever so completely, he would not have whispered these
words had he himself destroyed that last document. Mr Apjohn had spoken
of the opinion which she was to form, and she felt how impossible to
her it would be not to have an opinion in the matter. She could not
keep her mind vacant even if she would. Mr Apjohn had said that, if the
will were not found, he should think that the Squire had in his
weakness again changed his mind and destroyed it. She was sure that
this was not so. She, and she alone, had heard those last words. Was it
or was it not her duty to tell Mr Apjohn that such words had been
uttered? Had they referred to the interest of any one but herself, of
course it would have been her duty. But now,now she doubted. She did
not choose to seem even to put forth a claim on her own account. And of
what use would be any revelation as to the uttering of these words?
They would be accepted in no court of law as evidence in one direction
or another. Upon the whole, she thought she would keep her peace
regarding them, even to Mr Apjohn. If it was to be that her cousin
should live there as squire and owner of Llanfeare, why should she seek
to damage his character by calling in question the will under which he
would inherit the property? Thus she determined that she would speak of
her uncle's last words to no one.
But what must be her opinion as to the whole transaction? At the
present moment she felt herself bound to think that this missing
document would be found. That to her seemed to be the only solution
which would not be terrible to contemplate. That other solution,of
the destruction of the will by her uncle's own hands,she altogether
repudiated. If it were not found, then! What then? Would it not then
be evident that some fraud was being perpetrated? And if so, by whom?
As these thoughts forced themselves upon her mind, she could not but
think of that pallid face, those shaking hands, and the great drops of
sweat which from time to time had forced themselves on to the man's
brow. It was natural that he should suffer. It was natural that he
should be perturbed under the consciousness of the hostile feeling of
all those around him. But yet there had hardly been occasion for all
those signs of fear which she had found it impossible not to notice as
she had sat there in the parlour while Mr Apjohn was explaining the
circumstances of the two wills. Would an innocent man have trembled
like that because the circumstances around him were difficult? Could
anything but guilt have betrayed itself by such emotions? And then, had
the will in truth been made away with by human hands, what other hands
could have done it? Who else was interested? Who else was there at
Llanfeare not interested in the preservation of a will which would have
left the property to her? She did not begrudge him the estate. She had
acknowledged the strength of the reasons which had induced the Squire
to name him as heir; but she declared to herself that, if that latter
document were not found, a deed of hideous darkness would have been
perpetrated by him. With these thoughts disturbing her breast she lay
awake during the long hours of the night.
When Mr Apjohn had taken his departure, and the servants had gone to
their beds, the butler having barred and double-barred the door after
his usual manner, Cousin Henry still sat alone in the book-room. After
answering those questions from Mr Apjohn, he had spoken to no one, but
still sat alone with a single candle burning on the table by his elbow.
The butler had gone to him twice, asking him whether he wanted
anything, and suggesting to him that he had better go to his bed. But
the heir, if he was the heir, had only resented the intrusion, desiring
that he might be left alone. Then he was left alone, and there he sat.
His mind at this moment was tormented grievously within him. There
was a something which he might do, and a something which he might not
do, if he could only make up his mind. Honesty is the best policy!
Honesty is the best policy! He repeated the well-known words to
himself a thousand times, without, however, moving his lips or forming
a sound. There he sat, thinking it all out, trying to think it out.
There he sat, still trembling, still in an agony, for hour after hour.
At one time he had fully resolved to do that by which he would have
proved to himself his conviction that honesty is the best policy, and
then he sat doubting againdeclaring to himself that honesty itself
did not require him to do this meditated deed. Let them find it, he
said to himself at last, aloud. Let them find it. It is their
business: not mine. But still he sat looking up at the row of books
opposite to him.
When it was considerably after midnight, he got up from his chair
and began to walk the room. As he did so, he wiped his brow continually
as though he were hot with the exertion, but keeping his eye still
fixed upon the books. He was urging himself, pressing upon himself the
expression of that honesty. Then at last he rushed at one of the
shelves, and, picking out a volume of Jeremy Taylor's works, threw it
upon the table. It was the volume on which the old Squire had been
engaged when he read the last sermon which was to prepare him for a
flight to a better world. He opened the book, and there between the
leaves was the last will and testament which his uncle had executed.
At that moment he heard a step in the hall and a hand on the door,
and as he did so with quick eager motion he hid the document under the
It is near two o'clock, Mr Henry, said the butler. What are you
doing up so late?
I am only reading, said the heir.
It is very late to be reading. You had better go to bed. He never
liked people to be a-reading at these contrairy hours. He liked folk to
be all a-bed.
The use of a dead man's authority, employed against him by one who
was, so to say, his own servant, struck even him as absurd and
improper. He felt that he must assert himself unless he meant to sink
lower and lower in the estimation of all those around him. I shall
stay just as late as I please, he said. Go away, and do not disturb
me any more.
His will ought to be obeyed, and he not twenty-four hours under the
ground, said the butler.
I should have stayed up just as long as I had pleased even had he
been here, said Cousin Henry. Then the man with a murmur took his
departure and closed the door after him.
For some minutes Cousin Henry sat perfectly motionless, and then he
got up very softly, very silently, and tried the door. It was closed,
and it was the only door leading into the room. And the windows were
barred with shutters. He looked round and satisfied himself that
certainly no other eye was there but his own. Then he took the document
up from its hiding-place, placed it again exactly between the leaves
which had before enclosed it, and carefully restored the book to its
place on the shelf.
He had not hidden the will. He had not thus kept it away from the
eyes of all those concerned. He had opened no drawer. He had extracted
nothing, had concealed nothing. He had merely carried the book from his
uncle's table where he had found it, and, in restoring it to its place
on the shelves, had found the paper which it contained. So he told
himself now, and so he had told himself a thousand times. Was it his
duty to produce the evidence of a gross injustice against himself? Who
could doubt the injustice who knew that he had been summoned thither
from London to take his place at Llanfeare as heir to the property?
Would not the ill done against him be much greater than any he would do
were he to leave the paper there where he had chanced to find it?
In no moment had it seemed to him that he himself had sinned in the
matter, till Mr Apjohn had asked him whether his uncle had told him of
this new will. Then he had lied. His uncle had told him of his
intention before the will was executed, and had told him again, when
the Cantors had gone, that the thing was done. The old man had
expressed a thousand regrets, but the young one had remained impassive,
sullen, crushed with a feeling of the injury done to him, but still
silent. He had not dared to remonstrate, and had found himself unable
to complain of the injustice.
There it was in his power. He was quite awake to the strength of his
own position,but also to its weakness. Should he resolve to leave the
document enclosed within the cover of the book, no one could accuse him
of dishonesty. He had not placed it there. He had not hidden it. He had
done nothing. The confusion occasioned by the absence of the will would
have been due to the carelessness of a worn-out old man who had reached
the time of life in which he was unfit to execute such a deed. It
seemed to him that all justice, all honesty, all sense of right and
wrong, would be best served by the everlasting concealment of such a
document. Why should he tell of its hiding-place? Let them who wanted
it search for it, and find it if they could. Was he not doing much in
the cause of honesty in that he did not destroy it, as would be so easy
But, if left there, would it not certainly be found? Though it
should remain week after week, month after month,even should it
remain year after year, would it not certainly be found at last, and
brought out to prove that Llanfeare was not his own? Of what use to him
would be the property,of what service;how would it contribute to
his happiness or his welfare, knowing, as he would know, that a casual
accident, almost sure to happen sooner or later, might rob him of it
for ever? His imagination was strong enough to depict the misery to him
which such a state of things would produce. How he would quiver when
any stray visitor might enter the room! How terrified he would be at
the chance assiduity of a housemaid! How should he act if the religious
instincts of some future wife should teach her to follow out that
reading which his uncle had cultivated?
He had more than once resolved that he would be mad were he to leave
the document where he found it. He must make it known to those who were
searching for it,or he must destroy it. His common sense told him
that one alternative or the other must be chosen. He could certainly
destroy it, and no one would be the wiser. He could reduce it, in the
solitude of his chamber, into almost impalpable ashes, and then swallow
them. He felt that, let suspicion come as it might into the minds of
men, let Apjohn, and Powell, and the farmerslet Isabel herselfthink
what they might, no one would dare to accuse him of such a deed. Let
them accuse him as they might, there would be no tittle of evidence
But he could not do it. The more he thought of it, the more he had
to acknowledge that he was incapable of executing such a deed. To burn
the morsel of paper;oh, how easy! But yet he knew that his hands
would refuse to employ themselves on such a work. He had already given
it up in despair; and, having told himself that it was impossible, had
resolved to extricate the document and, calling Isabel up from her bed
in the middle of the night, to hand it over to her at once. It would
have been easy to say he had opened one book after another, and it
would, he thought, be a deed grand to do. Then he had been interrupted,
and insulted by the butler, and in his anger he had determined that the
paper should rest there yet another day.
CHAPTER VIII. The Reading of the Will
On the whole of the next day the search was continued. In spite of
his late watches, Cousin Henry rose up early, not looking at anything
that was being done while the search was continued in other rooms, but
still sitting, as he had heretofore sat, among the books. The two men
whom Mr Apjohn had sent from his office, together with the butler and
Mrs Griffith, began their work in the old man's bed-room, and then
carried it on in the parlour. When they came to the book-room, as being
the next in turn, Cousin Henry took his hat and went out into the
garden. There, as he made short turns upon the gravel path, he
endeavoured to force himself away from the close vicinity of the
window; but he could not do it. He could not go where he would have
been unable to see what was being done. He feared,he trembled in his
fear,lest they should come upon the guilty volume. And yet he assured
himself again and again that he wished that they might find it. Would
it not in every way be better for him that they should find it? He
could not bring himself to destroy it, and surely, sooner or later, it
would be found.
Every book was taken from its shelf, apparently with the object of
looking into the vacant spaces behind them. Through the window he could
see all that was done. As it happened, the compartment in which was the
fatal shelf,on which was the fatal volume,was the last that they
reached. No attempt was made to open the books one by one; but then
this volume, with so thick an enclosure to betray it, would certainly
open of itself. He himself had gone to the place so often that
certainly the enclosure would betray itself. Well, let it betray
itself! No one could say that he had had guilty cognizance of its
whereabouts! But yet he knew that he would have been unable to speak,
would have gasped, and would surely have declared himself to be guilty
by his awe-struck silence.
Three by three the books came down, and then were replaced. And now
they were at the shelf! Why could he not go away? Why must he stand
there fixed at the window? He had done nothing,nothing, nothing; and
yet he stood there trembling, immovable, with the perspiration running
off his face, unable to keep his eyes for a moment from what they were
doing! At last the very three came down, in the centre of which was the
volume containing the will. There was a tree against which he leaned,
unable to support himself, as he looked into the room. The vacant place
was searched, and then the three books were replaced! No attempt was
made to examine the volumes. The men who did the work clearly did not
know that these very volumes had been in constant use with the old
Squire. They were replaced, and then the search, as far as the room was
concerned, was over. When they were gone, Cousin Henry returned again
to the room, and there he remained during the rest of the day. The
search as it was carried on elsewhere had no interest for him.
Whatever harm might be done to others, whoever else might be
injured, certainly no one was ill-treated as he had been ill-treated.
It was thus he thought of it. Even should the will never be found, how
cruel would be the injustice done to him! He had not asked to be made
heir to the property! It was not his doing. He had been invited to come
in order that he might be received as the heir, and since he had come,
every one about the place had misused him. The tenants had treated him
with disdain; the very servants had been insolent; his Cousin Isabel,
when he had offered to share everything with her, had declared that he
was hateful to her; and his uncle himself had heaped insult upon
injury, and had aggravated injustice with scorn.
Yes; I had intended that you should be my heir, and have called you
hither for that purpose. Now I find you to be so poor a creature that I
have changed my mind. That in truth was what his uncle had said to him
and had done for him. Who, after that, would expect him to go out of
his way in search of special magnanimity? Let them find the will if
they wanted it! Even though he should resolve himself to have nothing
to do with the property, even though he should repudiate any will in
his own favour, still he would not tell them where this will might be
found. Why should he help them in their difficulty?
Every carpet was taken up, every piece of furniture was moved, every
trunk and box in the house was examined, but it occurred to no one that
every book should be opened. It was still July, and the day was very
long. From six in the morning till nine at night they were at work, and
when the night came they declared that every spot about the place had
I think, Miss, that the old Squire did destroy it. He was a little
wandering at last. It was thus that Mrs Griffith had expressed her
opinion to Isabel.
Isabel was sure that it was not so, but said nothing in reply.
If she could only get away from Llanfeare and have done with it, she
would be satisfied. Llanfeare had become odious to her and terrible!
She would get away, and wash her hands of it. And yet she was aware how
sad would be her condition. Mr Apjohn had already explained to her that
the Squire had so managed his affairs as to have left no funds from
which could be paid the legacy which had nominally been left to her.
She had told her father when at Hereford that her uncle had taken such
care of her that she would not become a burden upon him. Now it seemed
that she would have to return home without a shilling of her own. For
one so utterly penniless to think of marrying a man who had little but
his moderate professional income would, she felt, be mean as well as
wrong. There must be an end to everything between her and Mr Owen. If
her father could not support her, she must become a governess or,
failing that, a housemaid. But even the poor-house would be better than
Llanfeare, if Llanfeare were to be the property of Cousin Henry.
Mr Apjohn had told her that she could not now leave the place on the
Wednesday as she had intended. On the Wednesday he again came to
Llanfeare, and then she saw him before he proceeded to his business. It
was his intention now to read the last will which had been found, and
to explain to those who heard it that he proposed, as joint executor
with Dr Powell, to act upon that as the last will;but still with a
proviso that another will might possibly be forthcoming. Though he had
in a measure quarrelled with the Squire over the making of that will,
nevertheless, he had been appointed in it as the executor, such having
been the case in the wills previously made. All this he explained to
her up in her room, assenting to her objection to be again present when
the will should be read.
I could not do it, she said; and of what use could it be, as I
know everything that is in it? It would be too painful.
He, remembering the futile legacy which it contained for herself,
and the necessity which would be incumbent upon him to explain that
there were no funds for paying it, did not again ask her to be present.
I shall go to-morrow, she said.
Then he asked her whether she could not remain until the beginning
of next week, urging objections to this final surrender of Llanfeare;
but she was not to be turned from her purpose. Llanfeare will have
been surrendered, she said; the house will be his to turn me out of
if he pleases.
He would not do that.
He shall not have the chance. I could not hide it from you if I
would. He and I do not love each other. Since he has been here I have
kept away from him with disgust. He cannot but hate me, and I will not
be a guest in his house. Besides, what can I do?
The will will not have been proved, you know.
What difference will there be in that? It will be proved at once.
Of course he will have the keys, and will be master of everything.
There are the keys. As she said this she handed over to him various
bunches. You had better give them to him yourself when you have read
the will, so that I need have nothing to say to him. There are some
books of mine which my uncle gave me. Mrs Griffith will pack them, and
send them to me at Hereford,unless he objects. Everything else
belonging to me I can take with me. Perhaps you will tell them to send
a fly out for me in time for the early train.
And so it was settled.
Then that will was read,that will which we know not to have been
the last will,in the presence of Cousin Henry, of Dr Powell, who had
again come out with Mr Apjohn, and of the farmers, who were collected
It was a long, tedious document, in which the testator set forth at
length his reasons for the disposition which he made of the property.
Having much considered the matter, he had thought the estate should
descend to the male heir, even in default of a regular deed of entail.
Therefore, although his love for his dearest niece, Isabel Brodrick,
was undiminished, and his confidence in her as perfect as ever, still
he had thought it right to leave the old family property to his nephew,
Henry Jones. Then, with all due circumstances of description, the
legacy was made in favour of his nephew. There were other legacies; a
small sum of money to Mr Apjohn himself, for the trouble imposed upon
him as executor, a year's wages to each of his servants and other
matters of the kind. There was also left to Isabel that sum of four
thousand pounds of which mention has been made. When the lawyer had
completed the reading of the document, he declared that to the best of
his knowledge no such money was in existence. The testator had no doubt
thought that legacies so made would be paid out of the property,
whereas the property could be made subject to no such demand unless it
had, by proper instrument to that effect, been charged with the amount.
But, he said, Mr Henry Jones, when he comes into possession of
the estate, will probably feel himself called upon to set that matter
right, and to carry out his uncle's wishes.
Upon this Cousin Henry, who had not as yet spoken a word throughout
the ceremony, was profuse in his promises. Should the estate become
his, he would certainly see that his uncle's wishes were carried out in
regard to his dear cousin. To this Mr Apjohn listened, and then went on
to explain what remained to be said. Though this will, which he had now
read, would be acted upon as though it were the last will and testament
of the deceased,though, in default of that for which futile search
had been made, it certainly was what it purported to be,still there
existed in full force all those reasons which he had stated on the
Monday for supposing that the late Squire had executed another. Here
Joseph Cantor, junior, gave very strong symptoms of his inclination to
reopen that controversy, but was stopped by the joint efforts of his
father and the lawyer. If such a document should ever be found, then
that would be the actual will and not the one which he had now read.
After that, when all due formalities had been performed, he took his
leave, and went back to Carmarthen.
The keys were given up to Cousin Henry, and he found himself to be,
in fact, the lord and master of the house, and the owner of everything
within it. The butler, Mrs Griffith, and the gardener gave him notice
to quit. They would stay, if he wished it, for three months, but they
did not think that they could be happy in the house now that the old
Squire was dead, and that Miss Isabel was going away. There certainly
did not come to him at the present moment any of the pleasures of
ownership. He would have been willing,he thought that he would have
been willing,to abandon Llanfeare altogether, if only it could have
been abandoned without any of the occurrences of the last month. He
would have been pleased that there should have been no Llanfeare.
But as it was, he must make up his mind to something. He must hide
the paper in some deeper hiding place, or he must destroy it, or he
must reveal it. He thought that he could have dropped the book
containing the will into the sea, though he could not bring himself to
burn the will itself. The book was now his own, and he might do what he
liked with it. But it would be madness to leave the paper there!
Then again there came to him the idea that it would be best for him,
and for Isabel too, to divide the property. In one way it was
his,having become his without any fraudulent doing on his part. So he
declared to himself. In another way it was hers,though it could not
become hers without some more than magnanimous interference on his
part. To divide it would certainly be best. But there was no other way
of dividing it but by a marriage. For any other division, such as
separating the land or the rents, no excuse could be made, nor would
any such separation touch the fatal paper which lay between the leaves
of the book. Were she to consent to marry him, then he thought he might
find courage to destroy the paper.
It was necessary that he should see her on that afternoon, if only
that he might bid her adieu, and tell her that she should certainly
have the money that had been left her. If it were possible he would say
a word also about that other matter.
You did not hear the will read, he said to her.
No, she answered abruptly.
But you have been told its contents?
I believe so.
About the four thousand pounds?
There need be no question about the four thousand pounds. There is
not a word to be said about it,at any rate between you and me.
I have come to tell you, said he,not understanding her feeling
in the least, and evidently showing by the altered tone of his voice
that he thought that his communication would be received with
favour,I have come to tell you that the legacy shall be paid in
full. I will see to that myself as soon as I am able to raise a penny
on the property.
Pray do not trouble yourself, Cousin Henry.
Oh, certainly I shall.
Do not trouble yourself. You may be sure of this, that on no
earthly consideration would I take a penny from your hands.
We take presents from those whom we love and esteem, not from those
Why should you despise me? he asked.
I will leave that to yourself to judge of; but be sure of this,
that though I were starving I would take nothing from your hands.
Then she got up, and, retiring into the inner room, left him alone.
It was clear to him then that he could not divide the property with her
in the manner that he had suggested to himself.
CHAPTER IX. Alone at Llanfeare
On the day after the reading of the will, Henry Indefer Jones, Esq.,
of Llanfeare, as he was now to be called, was left alone in his house,
his cousin Isabel having taken her departure from the place in the
manner proposed by her. And the lawyer was gone, and the doctor, and
the tenants did not come near him, and the butler and the housekeeper
kept out of his way, and there was probably no man in all South Wales
more lonely and desolate than the new Squire of Llanfeare on that
The cruelty of it, the injustice of it, the unprecedented hardness
of it all! Such were the ideas which presented themselves to him as
hour after hour he sat in the book-room with his eyes fixed on the
volume of Jeremy Taylor's sermons. He had done nothing wrong,so he
told himself,had not even coveted anything that did not belong to
him. It was in accordance with his uncle's expressed desire that he had
come to Llanfeare, and been introduced to the tenants as their future
landlord, and had taken upon himself the place of the heir. Then the
old man had announced to him his change of mind; but had not announced
it to others, had not declared his altered purpose to the world at
Llanfeare, and had not at once sent him back to his London office. Had
he done so, that would have been better. There would have been a gross
injustice, but that would have been the end of it, and he would have
gone back to his London work unhappy indeed, but with some possibility
of life before him. Now it seemed as though any mode of living would be
impossible to him. While that fatal paper remained hidden in the fatal
volume he could do nothing but sit there and guard it in solitude.
He knew well enough that it behoved him as a man to go out about the
estate and the neighbourhood, and to show himself, and to take some
part in the life around him, even though he might be miserable and a
prey to terror whilst he was doing so. But he could not move from his
seat till his mind had been made up as to his future action. He was
still in fearful doubt. Through the whole of that first day he declared
to himself that his resolution had not yet been made,that he had not
yet determined what it would be best that he should do. It was still
open to him to say that at any moment he had just found the will. If he
could bring himself to do so he might rush off to Carmarthen with the
document in his pocket, and still appear before the lawyer as a man
triumphant in his own honesty, who at the first moment that it was
possible had surrendered all that which was not legally his own, in
spite of the foul usage to which he had been subjected. He might still
assume the grand air of injured innocence, give back the property to
the young woman who had insulted him, and return to his desk in London,
leaving behind him in Carmarthenshire a character for magnanimity and
honour. Such a line of conduct had charms in his eyes. He was quite
alive to the delight of heaping coals of fire on his cousin's head. She
had declared that she would receive nothing at his hands, because she
despised him. After that there would be a sweetness, the savour of
which was not lost upon his imagination, in forcing her to take all
from his hands. And it would become known to all men that it was he who
had found the will,he who might have destroyed it without the
slightest danger of discovery,he who without peril might thus have
made himself owner of Llanfeare. There would be a delight to him in the
character which he would thus achieve. But then she had scorned him! No
bitterer scorn had ever fallen from the lips or flashed from the eyes
of a woman. We take presents from those we love, not from those we
despise! He had not resented the words at the moment; he had not dared
to do so; but not the less had they entered upon his very soul,not
the less he hated the woman who had dared so to reply to the generous
offer which he had made her.
And then there was an idea present to him through it all that
abstract justice, if abstract justice could be reached, would declare
that the property should be his. The old man had made his will with all
the due paraphernalia of will-making. There had been the lawyer and the
witnesses brought by the lawyer; and, above all, there had been the
declared reason of the will and its understood purpose. He had been
sent for, and all Carmarthenshire had been made to understand why it
was to be so. Then, in his sickness, the old man had changed his mind
through some fantastic feeling, and almost on his death-bed, with
failing powers, in a condition probably altogether unfit for such a
duty, had executed a document which the law might respect, but which
true justice, if true justice could be invoked, would certainly
repudiate. Could the will be abolished, no more than justice would be
done. But, though the will were in his own power, it could not be
abolished by his own hands.
As to that abolishing he was perfectly conscious of his own
weakness. He could not take the will from its hiding-place and with his
own hand thrust it into the flames. He had never as yet even suggested
to himself that he would do so. His hair stood on end as he thought of
the horrors attendant on such a deed as that. To be made to stand in
the dock and be gazed at by the angry eyes of all the court, to be
written of as the noted criminal of the day, to hear the verdict of
guilty, and then the sentence, and to be aware that he was to be shut
up and secluded from all comforts throughout his life! And then, and
then, the dread hereafter! For such a deed as that would there not be
assured damnation? Although he told himself that justice demanded the
destruction of the will, justice could not be achieved by his own hand
after such fashion as that.
No; he could not himself destroy the document, though it should
remain there for years to make his life a burden to him. As to that he
had made up his mind, if to nothing else. Though there might be no
peril as to this world,though he might certainly do the deed without
a chance of detection from human eyes,though there would in truth be
no prospect of that angry judge and ready jury and crushing sentence,
yet he could not do it. There was something of a conscience within him.
Were he to commit a felony, from the moment of the doing of the deed
the fear of eternal punishment would be heavy on his soul, only to be
removed by confession and retribution,and then by the trial with the
judge, and the jury, and the sentence! He could not destroy the
document. But if the book could get itself destroyed, what a blessing
it would be! The book was his own, or would be in a few days, when the
will should have been properly proved. But if he were to take away the
book and sink it in a well, or throw it into the sea, or bury it deep
beneath the earth, then it would surely reappear by one of those
ever-recurring accidents which are always bringing deeds of darkness to
the light. Were he to cast the book into the sea, tied with strings or
cased in paper, and leaded, that it should surely sink, so that the
will should not by untoward chance float out of it, the book tied and
bound and leaded would certainly come up in evidence against him. Were
he to move the book, the vacant space would lead to suspicion. He would
be safe only by leaving the book where it was, by giving no trace that
he had ever been conscious of the contents of the book.
And yet, if the document were left there, the book would certainly
divulge its dread secret at last. The day would come, might come, ah!
so quickly, on which the document would be found, and he would be
thrust out, penniless as far as any right to Llanfeare was concerned.
Some maid-servant might find it; some religious inmate of his house who
might come there in search of godly teaching! If he could only bring
himself to do something at once,to declare that it was there, so that
he might avoid all these future miseries! But why had she told him that
she despised him, and why had the old man treated him with such
unexampled cruelty? So it went on with him for three or four days,
during which he still kept his place among the books.
There would be great delight in possessing Llanfeare, if he could in
very truth possess it. He would not live there. No; certainly not that.
Every tenant about the place had shown him that he was despised. Their
manner to him before the old Squire's death, their faces as they had
sat there during the ceremonies of the will, and the fact that no one
had been near him since the reading of the will, had shown him that. He
had not dared to go to church during the Sunday; and though no one had
spoken to him of his daily life, he felt that tales were being told of
him. He was sure that Mrs Griffith had whispered about the place the
fact of his constant residence in one room, and that those who heard it
would begin to say among themselves that a practice so strange must be
connected with the missing will. No, he would not willingly live at
Llanfeare. But if he could let Llanfeare, were it but for a song, and
enjoy the rents up in London, how pleasant would that be! But then, had
ever any man such a sword of Damocles to hang over his head by a single
hair, as would be then hanging over his head were he to let Llanfeare
or even to leave the house, while that book with its inclosure was
there upon the shelves? It did seem to him, as he thought of it, that
life would be impossible to him in any room but that as long as the
will remained among the leaves of the volume.
Since the moment in which he had discovered the will he had felt the
necessity of dealing with the officials of the office in London at
which he had been employed. This was an establishment called the Sick
and Healthy Life Assurance Company, in which he held some shares, and
at which he was employed as a clerk. It would of course be necessary
that he should either resign his place or go back to his duties. That
the Squire of Llanfeare should be a clerk at the Sick and Healthy would
be an anomaly. Could he really be in possession of his rents, the Sick
and Healthy would of course see no more of him; but were he to throw up
his position and then to lose Llanfeare, how sad, how terrible, how
cruel would be his fate! But yet something must be done. In these
circumstances he wrote a letter to the manager, detailing all the
circumstances with a near approach to the truth, keeping back only the
one little circumstance that he himself was acquainted with the
whereabouts of the missing will.
It may turn up at any moment, he explained to the manager, so
that my position as owner of the property is altogether insecure. I
feel this so thoroughly that were I forced at the present to choose
between the two I should keep my clerkship in the office; but as the
condition of things is so extraordinary, perhaps the directors will
allow me six months in which to come to a decision, during which I may
hold my place, without, of course, drawing any salary.
Surely, he thought, he could decide on something before the six
months should be over. Either he would have destroyed the will, or have
sunk the book beneath the waves, or have resolved to do that
magnanimous deed which it was still within his power to achieve. The
only one thing not possible would be for him to leave Llanfeare and
take himself up to the delights of London while the document was yet
hidden within the volume.
I suppose sir, you don't know yet as to what your plans are going
to be? This was said by Mrs Griffith as soon as she made her way into
the book-room after a somewhat imperious knocking at the door. Hitherto
there had been but little communication between Cousin Henry and his
servants since the death of the old Squire. Mrs Griffith had given him
warning that she would leave his service, and he had somewhat angrily
told her that she might go as soon as it pleased her. Since that she
had come to him once daily for his orders, and those orders had
certainly been very simple. He had revelled in no luxuries of the table
or the cellar since the keys of the house had been committed to his
charge. She had been told to provide him with simple food, and with
food she had provided him. The condition of his mind had been such that
no appetite for the glories of a rich man's table had yet come to him.
That accursed book on the opposite shelf had destroyed all his taste
for both wine and meat.
What do you want to know for? he asked.
Well, sir; it is customary for the housekeeper to know something,
and if there is no mistress she can only go to the master. We always
were very quiet here, but Miss Isabel used to tell me something of what
I don't expect anything, said Cousin Henry.
Is there anybody to come in my place? she asked.
What can that be to you? You can go when you please.
The other servants want to go, too. Sally won't stay, nor yet Mrs
Bridgeman. Mrs Bridgeman was the cook. They say they don't like to
live with a gentleman who never goes out of one room.
What is it to them what room I live in? I suppose I may live in
what room I please in my own house. This he said with an affectation
of anger, feeling that he was bound to be indignant at such inquiries
from his own servant, but with more of fear than wrath in his mind. So
they had in truth already begun to inquire why it was that he sat there
watching the books!
Just so, Mr Jones. Of course you can live anywhere you like,in
your own house.
There was an emphasis on the last words which was no doubt intended
to be impertinent. Every one around was impertinent to him.
But so can they, sir,not in their own house. They can look for
situations, and I thought it my duty just to tell you, because you
wouldn't like to find yourself all alone here, by yourself like.
Why is it that everybody turns against me? he asked suddenly,
almost bursting into tears.
At this her woman's heart was a little softened, though she did
despise him thoroughly. I don't know about turning, Mr Jones, but they
have been used to such different ways.
Don't they get enough to eat?
Yes, sir; there's enough to eat, no doubt. I don't know as you have
interfered about that; not but what as master you might. It isn't the
What is it, Mrs Griffith? Why do they want to go away?
Well, it is chiefly because of your sitting here alone,never
moving, never having your hat on your head, sir. Of course a gentleman
can do as he pleases in his own house. There is nothing to make him go
out, not even to see his own tenants, nor his own farm, nor nothing
else. He's his own master, sir, in course;but it is mysterious. There
is nothing goes against them sort of people,meaning the servants
inferior to herself,like mysteries.
Then they already felt that there was a mystery! Oh! what a fool he
had been to shut himself up and eat his food there! Of course they
would know that this mystery must have some reference to the will. Thus
they would so far have traced the truth as to have learnt that the will
had a mystery, and that the mystery was located in that room!
There is a pleasant game, requiring much sagacity, in which, by a
few answers, one is led closer and closer to a hidden word, till one is
enabled to touch it. And as with such a word, so it was with his
secret. He must be careful that no eye should once see that his face
was turned towards the shelf. At this very moment he shifted his
position so as not to look at the shelf, and then thought that she
would have observed the movement, and divined the cause.
Anyways, they begs to say respectful that they wishes you to take a
month's warning. As for me, I wouldn't go to inconvenience my old
master's heir. I'll stay till you suits yourself, Mr Jones; but the old
place isn't to me now what it was.
Very well, Mrs Griffith, said Cousin Henry, trying to fix his eyes
upon an open book in his hands.
CHAPTER X. Cousin Henry Dreams a
From what had passed with Mrs Griffith, it was clear to Cousin Henry
that he must go out of the house and be seen about the place. The woman
had been right in saying that his seclusion was mysterious. It was
peculiarly imperative upon him to avoid all appearance of mystery. He
ought to have been aware of this before. He ought to have thought of
it, and not to have required to be reminded by a rebuke from the
housekeeper. He could now only amend the fault for the future, and
endeavour to live down the mystery which had been created. Almost as
soon as Mrs Griffith had left him, he prepared to move. But then he
bethought himself that he must not seem to have obeyed, quite at the
moment, the injunctions of his own servant; so he re-seated himself,
resolved to postpone for a day or two his intention of calling upon one
of the tenants. He re-seated himself, but turned his back to the shelf,
lest the aspect of his countenance should be watched through the
On the following morning he was relieved from his immediate
difficulty by the arrival of a letter from Mr Apjohn. It was necessary
that a declaration as to the will should be made before a certain
functionary at Carmarthen, and as the papers necessary for the occasion
had been prepared in the lawyer's office, he was summoned into
Carmarthen for the purpose. Immediately after that he would be put into
full possession of the property. Mr Apjohn also informed him that the
deed had been prepared for charging the estate with four thousand
pounds on behalf of his Cousin Isabel. By this he would bind himself to
pay her two hundred a year for the next two years, and at the end of
that period to hand over to her the entire sum. Here was an excuse
provided for him to leave the house and travel as far as Carmarthen.
There were the horses and the carriage with which his uncle had been
accustomed to be taken about the estate, and there was still the old
coachman, who had been in the service for the last twenty years. So he
gave his orders, and directed that the carriage should be ready soon
after two, in order that he might keep the appointment made by the
lawyer at three. The order was sent out to the stable through the
butler, and as he gave it he felt how unable he was to assume the
natural tone of a master to his servants.
The carriage, sir! said the butler, as though surprised. Then the
owner of Llanfeare found himself compelled to explain to his own man
that it was necessary that he should see the lawyer in Carmarthen.
Should he or should he not take the book with him as he went? It was
a large volume, and could not well be concealed in his pocket. He might
no doubt take a book,any book,with him for his own recreation in
the carriage; but were he to do so, the special book which he had
selected would be marked to the eyes of the servants. It required but
little thought to tell him that the book must certainly be left in its
place. He could have taken the will and kept it safe, and certainly
unseen, in the pocket of his coat. But then, to take the will from its
hiding-place and to have it on his person, unless he did so for the
purpose of instant and public revelation, would, as he thought, be in
itself a felony. There would be the doing of a deed in the very act of
abstracting the document; and his safety lay in the abstaining from any
deed. What if a fit should come upon him, or he should fall and hurt
himself and the paper be found in his possession? Then there would at
once be the intervention of the police, and the cell, and the angry
voices of the crowd, and the scowling of the judge, and the quick
sentence, and that dwelling among thieves and felons for the entire
period of his accursed life! Then would that great command, Thou shalt
not steal, be sounding always in his ear! Then would self-condemnation
be heavy upon him! Not to tell of the document, not to touch it, not to
be responsible in any way for its position there on the shelf,that
was not to steal it. Hitherto the word felon had not come home to his
soul. But were he to have it in his pocket, unless with that purpose of
magnanimity of which he thought so often, then he would be a felon.
Soon after two he left the room, and at the moment was unable not to
turn a rapid glance upon the book. There it was, safe in its place. How
well he knew the appearance of the volume! On the back near the bottom
was a small speck, a spot on the binding, which had been so far
disfigured by some accident in use. This seemed to his eyes to make it
marked and separate among a thousand. To him it was almost wonderful
that a stain so peculiar should not at once betray the volume to the
eyes of all. But there it was, such as it was, and he left it amidst
its perils. Should they pounce upon it the moment that he had left the
room, they could not say that he was guilty because it contained the
He went to Carmarthen, and there his courage was subjected to a
terrible trial. He was called upon to declare before the official that
to the best of his belief the will, which was about to be proved, was
the last will and testament of Indefer Jones. Had this been explained
to him by the lawyer in his letter, he might probably have abstained
from so damning a falsehood. There would have been time then for some
resolution. Had Mr Apjohn told him what it was that he was about to be
called upon to perform, even then, before the necessity of performance
was presented to him, there would have been a moment for consideration,
and he might have doubted. Had he hesitated in the presence of the
lawyer, all would have been made known. But he was carried before the
official not knowing that the lie was to be submitted to him, and
before he could collect his thoughts the false declaration had been
You understand, Mr Jones, said the lawyer in the presence of the
official, that we still think that a further will may eventually be
I understand that, croaked the poor wretch.
It is well that you should bear it in mind, said Mr Apjohn
severely;for your own sake, I mean.
There was nothing further spoken on the subject, and he was given to
understand that Llanfeare was now in truth his own;his own, whatever
chance there might be that it should be wrested from him hereafter.
Then followed the business as to the charge upon the property which
was to be made on behalf of Isabel. The deeds were prepared, and only
required the signature of the new Squire.
But she has refused to take a penny from me, said the Squire,
hesitating with a pen in his hand. Let us give him his due by declaring
that, much as he hated his cousin, he did not doubt as to bestowing the
money upon her. As far as he was concerned, she was welcome to the four
But the lawyer misinterpreted his client's manner. I should think,
Mr Jones, he said, with still increased severity, that you would have
felt that under the peculiar circumstances you were bound to restore to
your cousin money which was expended by your uncle under a
misconception in purchasing land which will now be yours.
What can I do if she will not take it?
Not take it? That is an absurdity. In a matter of such importance
as this she will of course be guided by her father. It is not a matter
requiring gratitude on her part. The money ought to be regarded as her
own, and you will only be restoring to her what is in truth her own.
I am quite willing. I have made no difficulty, Mr Apjohn. I don't
understand why you should speak to me in that way about it, as though I
had hesitated about the money. Nevertheless, the lawyer maintained the
severe look, and there was still the severe tone as the poor wretch
left the office. In all this there was so great an aggravation of his
misery! It was only too manifest that every one suspected him of
something. Here he was ready to give away,absolutely anxious to give
away out of his own pocket,a very large sum of money to his cousin
who had misused and insulted him, by signing the document without a
moment's hesitation as soon as it was presented to him, and yet he was
rebuked for his demeanour as he did it. Oh, that accursed will! Why had
his uncle summoned him away from the comparative comfort of his old
When he returned to the book-room, he made himself sure that the
volume had not been moved. There was a slight variation in the
positions of that and the two neighbouring books, the centre one having
been pushed a quarter of an inch further in; and all this he had marked
so accurately that he could not but know whether any hand had been at
the shelf. He did not go near to the shelf, but could see the variation
as he stood at the table. His eye had become minutely exact as to the
book and its position. Then he resolved that he would not look at the
book again, would not turn a glance on it unless it might be when he
had made up his mind to reveal its contents. His neck became absolutely
stiff with the efforts necessary not to look at the book.
That night he wrote a letter to his cousin, which was as follows:
MY DEAR ISABEL,
I have been into Carmarthen to-day, and I have signed
a document in the presence of Mr Apjohn, by which four
thousand pounds is made over to you as a charge upon the
property. He stated that you had what might be called a
right to that money, and I perfectly agreed with him. I
have never doubted about the money since my uncle's will
was read. The agent who receives the rents will remit to
you one hundred pounds half yearly for the next two years.
By that time I shall have been able to raise the money,
and you shall then be paid in full.
I don't want you to take this as any favour from me. I
quite understood what you said to me. I think that it was
undeserved, and, after all that I have suffered in this
matter, cruel on your part. It was not my fault that my
uncle changed his mind backwards and forwards. I never
asked him for the estate. I came to Llanfeare only because
he bade me. I have taken possession of the property only
when told to do so by Mr Apjohn. If I could not make
myself pleasant to you, it was not my fault. I think you
ought to be ashamed of what you said to me,so soon after
the old man's death!
But all that has nothing to do with the money, which, of
course, you must take. As for myself, I do not think I
shall continue to live here. My uncle has made the place
a nest of hornets for me, and all through no fault of my
own. Should you like to come and live here as owner, you
are welcome to do so on paying me a certain sum out of the
rents. I am quite in earnest, and you had better think of
His resolution as to the first portion of the above letter was taken
as he returned in the carriage from Carmarthen; but it was not until
the pen was in his hand, and the angry paragraph had been written in
which he complained of her cruelty, that he thought of making that
offer to her as to the residence. The idea flashed across his mind, and
then was carried out instantly. Let her come and live there, and let
her find the will herself if she pleased. If her mind was given to
godly reading, this might be her reward. Such conduct would, at any
rate, show them all that he was afraid of nothing. He would, he
thought, if this could be arranged, still remain at his office; would
give up that empty title of Squire of Llanfeare, and live in such
comfort as might come to him from the remittances which would be made
to him on account of the rents, tillthat paper had been found. Such
was his last plan, and the letter proposing it was duly sent to the
On the following day he again acknowledged the necessity of going
about the place,so that the feeling of mystery might, if possible, be
gradually dissipated,and he went out for a walk. He roamed down
towards the cliffs, and there sat in solitude, looking out upon the
waters. His mind was still intent upon the book. Oh, if the book could
be buried there below the sea,be drowned and no hand of his be
necessary for the drowning! As he sat there, feeling himself
constrained to remain away from the house for a certain period, he fell
asleep by degrees and dreamed. He dreamt that he was out there in a
little boat all alone, with the book hidden under the seats, and that
he rowed himself out to sea till he was so far distant from the shore
that no eye could see him. Then he lifted the book, and was about to
rid himself for ever of his burden,when there came by a strong man
swimming. The man looked up at him so as to see exactly what he was
doing, and the book was not thrown over, and the face of the swimming
man was the face of that young Cantor who had been so determined in his
assertion that another will had been made.
The dream was still vivid as a reality to his intellect when he was
awakened suddenly, whether by a touch or a sound he did not know. He
looked up, and there was the young man whom he had seen swimming to him
across the sea. The land he was on was a portion of old Cantor's farm,
and the presence of the son need not have surprised him had he thought
of it; but it was to him as though the comer had read every thought of
his mind, and had understood clearly the purport of the dream.
Be that you, Squire? said the young man.
Yes, it is I, said Cousin Henry, as he lay trembling on the grass.
I didn't know you was here, sir. I didn't know you ever com'd here.
Good morning, sir. Then the young man passed on, not caring to have
any further conversation with a landlord so little to his taste.
After this he returned home almost cowed. But on the following
morning he determined to make a still further effort, so that he might,
if possible, return to the ways of the world, which were already
becoming strange to him from the desolation of the life which he had
been leading. He went out, and, taking the road by the church, up the
creek, he came at about a distance of two miles from his own house to
Coed, the farmstead of John Griffith, the farmer who held the largest
number of acres on the property. At the garden gate he found his
tenant, whom he was inclined to think somewhat more civil,a little,
perhaps, more courteous,than others who had met him.
Yes, sir, said John Griffith, it's a fine day, and the crops are
doing well enough. Would you like to come in and see the missus? She'll
take it civil.
Cousin Henry entered the house and said a few words to the farmer's
wife, who was not, however, specially gracious in her demeanour. He had
not the gift of saying much to such persons, and was himself aware of
his own deficiency. But still he had done something,had shown that he
was not afraid to enter a tenant's house. As he was leaving, the farmer
followed him to the gate, and began to offer him some advice,
apparently in kindness.
You ought to be doing something, sir, with those paddocks between
the shrubberies and the road.
I suppose so, Mr Griffith; but I am no farmer.
Then let them, sir. William Griffith will be glad enough to have
them and pay you rent. The old Squire didn't like that the land he had
held himself should go into other hands. But he never did much good
with them lately, and it's different now.
Yes, it's different now. I don't think I shall live here, Mr
Not live at Llanfeare?
I think not. I'm not quite fitted to the place. It isn't my doing,
but among you all, I fear, you don't like me. As he said this he tried
to carry it off with a laugh.
You'd live down that, Squire, if you did your duty, and was good to
the people;and took no more than was your own. But perhaps you don't
like a country life.
I don't like being where I ain't liked; that's the truth of it, Mr
Who'll come in your place, if I may be so bold as to ask?
Miss Brodrick shall,if she will. It was not I who asked my uncle
to bring me here.
But she is not to have the property?
Not the property;at least I suppose not. But she shall have the
house and the grounds, and the land adjacent. And she shall manage it
all, dividing the rents with me, or something of that kind. I have
offered it to her, but I do not say that she will agree. In the
meantime, if you will come up and see me sometimes, I will take it as a
kindness. I do not know that I have done any harm, so as to be
Then Farmer Griffith readily said that he would go up occasionally
and see his landlord.
CHAPTER XI. Isabel at Hereford
Isabel had not been many hours at home at Hereford before, as was
natural, her father discussed with her the affairs of the property and
her own peculiar interest in the will which had at last been accepted.
It has to be acknowledged that Isabel was received somewhat as an
interloper in the house. She was not wanted there, at any rate by her
stepmother,hardly by her brothers and sisters,and was, perhaps, not
cordially desired even by her father. She and her stepmother had never
been warm friends. Isabel herself was clever and high-minded; but
high-spirited also, imperious, and sometimes hard. It may be said of
her that she was at all points a gentlewoman. So much could hardly be
boasted of the present Mrs Brodrick; and, as was the mother, so were
that mother's children. The father was a gentleman, born and bred as
such; but in his second marriage he had fallen a little below his
station, and, having done so, had accommodated himself to his position.
Then there had come many children, and the family had increased quicker
than the income. So it had come to pass that the attorney was not a
wealthy man. This was the home which Isabel had been invited to leave
when, now many years since, she had gone to Llanfeare to become her
uncle's darling. There her life had been very different from that of
the family at Hereford. She had seen but little of society, but had
been made much of, and almost worshipped, by those who were around her.
She was to be,was to have been,the Lady of Llanfeare. By every
tenant about the place she had been loved and esteemed. With the
servants she had been supreme. Even at Carmarthen, when she was seen
there, she was regarded as the great lady, the acknowledged heiress,
who was to have, at some not very distant time, all Llanfeare in her
own hands. It was said of her, and said truly, that she was possessed
of many virtues. She was charitable, careful for others, in no way
self-indulgent, sedulous in every duty, and, above all things,
affectionately attentive to her uncle. But she had become imperious,
and inclined to domineer, if not in action, yet in spirit. She had
lived much among books, had delighted to sit gazing over the sea with a
volume of poetry in her hand, truly enjoying the intellectual gifts
which had been given her. But she had, perhaps, learnt too thoroughly
her own superiority, and was somewhat apt to look down upon the less
refined pleasure of other people. And now her altered position in
regard to wealth rather increased than diminished her foibles. Now, in
her abject poverty,for she was determined that it should be
abject,she would be forced to sustain her superiority solely by her
personal gifts. She determined that, should she find herself compelled
to live in her father's house, she would do her duty thoroughly by her
stepmother and her sisters. She would serve them as far as it might be
within her power; but she could not giggle with the girls, nor could
she talk little gossip with Mrs Brodrick. While there was work to be
done, she would do it, though it should be hard, menial, and revolting;
but when her work was done, there would be her books.
It will be understood that, such being her mood and such her
character, she would hardly make herself happy in her father's
house,or make others happy. And then, added to all this, there was
the terrible question of money! When last at Hereford, she had told her
father that, though her uncle had revoked his grand intention in her
favour, still there would be coming to her enough to prevent her from
being a burden on the resources of her family. Now that was all
changed. If her father should be unable or unwilling to support her,
she would undergo any hardship, any privation; but would certainly not
accept bounty from the hands of her cousin. Some deed had been done,
she felt assured,some wicked deed, and Cousin Henry had been the doer
of it. She and she alone had heard the last words which her uncle had
spoken, and she had watched the man's face narrowly when her uncle's
will had been discussed in the presence of the tenants. She was quite
sure. Let her father say what he might, let her stepmother look at her
ever so angrily with her greedy, hungry eyes, she would take no
shilling from her Cousin Henry. Though she might have to die in the
streets, she would take no bread from her Cousin Henry's hand.
She herself began the question of the money on the day after her
arrival. Papa, she said, there is to be nothing for me after all.
Now Mr Apjohn, the lawyer, like a cautious family solicitor as he
was, had written to Mr Brodrick, giving him a full account of the whole
affair, telling him of the legacy of four thousand pounds, explaining
that there was no fund from which payment could be legally exacted, but
stating also that the circumstances of the case were of such a nature
as to make it almost impossible that the new heir should refuse to
render himself liable for the amount. Then had come another letter
saying that the new heir had assented to do so.
Oh, yes, there will, Isabel, said the father.
Then she felt that the fighting of the battle was incumbent upon
her, and she was determined to fight it. No, papa, no; not a
Yes, my dear, yes, he said, smiling. I have heard from Mr Apjohn,
and understood all about it. The money, no doubt, is not there; but
your cousin is quite prepared to charge the estate with the amount.
Indeed, it would be almost impossible for him to refuse to do so. No
one would speak to him were he to be so base as that. I do not think
much of your Cousin Henry, but even Cousin Henry could not be so mean.
He has not the courage for such villainy.
I have the courage, said she.
What do you mean?
Oh, papa, do not be angry with me! Nothing,nothing shall induce
me to take my Cousin Henry's money.
It will be your money,your money by your uncle's will. It is the
very sum which he himself has named as intended for you.
Yes, papa; but Uncle Indefer had not got the money to give. Neither
you nor I should be angry with him; because he intended the best.
I am angry with him, said the attorney in wrath, because he
deceived you and deceived me about the property.
Never; he deceived no one. Uncle Indefer and deceit never went
There is no question of that now, said the father. He made some
slight restitution, and there can, of course, be no question as to your
There is a question, and there must be a question, papa. I will not
have it. If my being here would be an expense too great for you, I will
Where will you go?
I care not where I go. I will earn my bread. If I cannot do that, I
would rather live in the poor-house than accept my cousin's money.
What has he done?
I do not know.
As Mr Apjohn very well puts it, there is no question whatsoever as
to gratitude, or even of acceptance. It is a matter of course. He would
be inexpressibly vile were he not to do this.
He is inexpressibly vile.
Not in this respect. He is quite willing. You will have nothing to
do but to sign a receipt once every half-year till the whole sum shall
have been placed to your credit.
I will sign nothing on that account; nor will I take anything.
But why not? What has he done?
I do not know. I do not say that he has done anything. I do not
care to speak of him. Pray do not think, papa, that I covet the estate,
or that I am unhappy about that. Had he been pleasant to my uncle and
good to the tenants, had he seemed even to be like a man, I could have
made him heartily welcome to Llanfeare. I think my uncle was right in
choosing to have a male heir. I should have done so myselfin his
He was wrong, wickedly wrong, after his promises.
There were no promises made to me: nothing but a suggestion, which
he was, of course, at liberty to alter if he pleased. We need not,
however, go back to that, papa. There he is, owner of Llanfeare, and
from him, as owner of Llanfeare, I will accept nothing. Were I starving
in the street I would not take a crust of bread from his fingers.
Over and over again the conversation was renewed, but always with
the same result. Then there was a correspondence between the two
attorneys, and Mr Apjohn undertook to ask permission from the Squire to
pay the money to the father's receipt without asking any
acknowledgement from the daughter. On hearing this, Isabel declared
that if this were done she would certainly leave her father's house.
She would go out of it, even though she should not know whither she was
going. Circumstances should not be made so to prevail upon her as to
force her to eat meat purchased by her cousin's money.
Thus it came to pass that Isabel's new home was not made comfortable
to her on her first arrival. Her stepmother would hardly speak to her,
and the girls knew that she was in disgrace. There was Mr Owen, willing
enough, as the stepmother knew, to take Isabel away and relieve them
all from this burden, and with the £4000 Mr Owen would, no doubt, be
able at once to provide a home for her. But Mr Owen could hardly do
this without some help. And even though Mr Owen should be so
generous,and thus justify the name of softie which Mrs Brodrick
would sometimes give him in discussing his character with her own
daughters,how preferable would it be to have a relation
well-provided! To Mrs Brodrick the girl's objection was altogether
unintelligible. The more of a Philistine Cousin Henry was, the more
satisfaction should there be in fleecing him. To refuse a legacy
because it was not formal was, to her thinking, an act of insanity. To
have the payment of one refused to her because of informality would
have been heart-breaking. But the making of such a difficulty as this
she could not stomach. Could she have had her will, she would have been
well pleased to whip the girl! Therefore Isabel's new home was not
pleasant to her.
At this time Mr Owen was away, having gone for his holiday to the
Continent. To all the Brodricks it was a matter of course that he would
marry Isabel as soon as he came back. There was no doubt that he was a
softie. But then how great is the difference between having a
brother-in-law well off, and a relation tightly constrained by closely
limited means! To refuse,even to make a show of refusing,those good
things was a crime against the husband who was to have them. Such was
the light in which Mrs Brodrick looked at it. To Mr Brodrick himself
there was an obstinacy in it which was sickening to him. But to
Isabel's thinking the matter was very different. She was as firmly
resolved that she would not marry Mr Owen as that she would not take
her cousin's money;almost as firmly resolved.
Then there came the angry letter from Cousin Henry, containing two
points which had to be considered. There was the offer to her to come
to Llanfeare, and live there as though she was herself the owner. That,
indeed, did not require much consideration. It was altogether out of
the question, and only dwelt in her thoughts as showing how quickly the
man had contrived to make himself odious to every one about the place.
His uncle, he said, had made the place a nest of hornets to him. Isabel
declared that she knew why the place was a nest of hornets. There was
no one about Llanfeare to whom so unmanly, so cringing, so dishonest a
creature would not be odious. She could understand all that.
But then there was the other point, and on that her mind rested
I think you ought to be ashamed of what you said to me,so soon
after the old man's death.
She sat long in silence thinking of it, meditating whether he had
been true in that,whether it did behove her to repent her harshness
to the man. She remembered well her words;We take presents from
those we love, not from those we despise.
They had been hard wordsquite unjustifiable unless he had made
himself guilty of something worse than conduct that was simply
despicable. Not because he had been a poor creature, not because he had
tormented the old man's last days by an absence of all generous
feeling, not because he had been altogether unlike what, to her
thinking, a Squire of Llanfeare should be, had she answered him with
those crushing words. It was because at the moment she had believed him
to be something infinitely worse than that.
Grounding her aversion on such evidence as she had,on such
evidence as she thought she had,she had brought against him her heavy
accusation. She could not tell him to his face that he had stolen the
will, she could not accuse him of felony, but she had used such quick
mode of expression as had come to her for assuring him that he stood as
low in her esteem as a felon might stand. And this she had done when he
was endeavouring to perform to her that which had been described to him
as a duty! And now he had turned upon her and rebuked her,rebuked her
as he was again endeavouring to perform the same duty,rebuked her as
it was so natural that a man should do who had been subjected to so
gross an affront!
She hated him, despised him, and in her heart condemned him. She
still believed him to have been guilty. Had he not been guilty, the
beads of perspiration would not have stood upon his brow; he would not
have become now red, now pale, by sudden starts; he would not have
quivered beneath her gaze when she looked into his face. He could not
have been utterly mean as he was, had he not been guilty. But yet,and
now she saw it with her clear-seeing intellect, now that her passion
was in abeyance,she had not been entitled to accuse him to his face.
If he were guilty, it was for others to find it out, and for others to
accuse him. It had been for her as a lady, and as her uncle's niece, to
accept him in her uncle's house as her uncle's heir. No duty could have
compelled her to love him, no duty would have required her to accept
even his friendship. But she was aware that she had misbehaved herself
in insulting him. She was ashamed of herself in that she had not been
able to hide her feelings within her own high heart, but had allowed
him to suppose that she had been angered because she had been deprived
of her uncle's wealth. Having so resolved, she wrote to him as
MY DEAR HENRY,
Do not take any further steps about the money, as I am
quite determined not to accept it. I hope it will not be
sent, as there would only be the trouble of repaying it. I
do not think that it would do for me to live at Llanfeare,
as I should have no means of supporting myself, let alone
the servants. The thing is of course out of the question.
You tell me that I ought to be ashamed of myself for
certain words that I spoke to you. They should not have
been spoken. I am ashamed of myself, and I now send you my
The reader may perhaps understand that these words were written by
her with extreme anguish; but of that her Cousin Henry understood
CHAPTER XII. Mr Owen
In this way Isabel spent four very uncomfortable weeks in her new
home before Mr Owen returned to Hereford. Nor was her discomfort much
relieved by the prospect of his return. She knew all the details of his
circumstances, and told herself that the man would be wrong to marry
without any other means than those he at present possessed. Nor did she
think of herself that she was well qualified to be the wife of a poor
gentleman. She believed that she could starve if it were required of
her, and support her sufferings with fortitude. She believed that she
could work,work from morning till night, from week to week, from
month to month, without complaining; but she did not think that she
could make herself sweet as a wife should be sweet to a husband with a
threadbare coat, or that she could be tender as a mother should be
tender while dividing limited bread among her children. To go and die
and have done with it, if that might be possible, was the panacea of
her present troubles most commonly present to her mind. Therefore,
there was no comfort to her in that promised coming of her lover of
which the girls chattered to her continually. She had refused her lover
when she held the proud position of the heiress of Llanfeare,refused
him, no doubt, in obedience to her uncle's word, and not in accordance
with her own feelings; but still she had refused him. Afterwards, when
she had believed that there would be a sum of money coming to her from
her uncle's will, there had been room for possible doubt. Should the
money have proved sufficient to cause her to be a relief rather than a
burden to the husband, it might have been her duty to marry him, seeing
that she loved him with all her heart,seeing that she was sure of his
love. There would have been much against it even then, because she had
refused him when she had been a grand lady; but, had the money been
forthcoming, there might have been a doubt. Now there could be no
doubt. Should she who had denied him her hand because she was her
uncle's heiress,on that avowed ground alone,should she, now that
she was a pauper, burden him with her presence? He, no doubt, would be
generous enough to renew his offer. She was well aware of his nobility.
But she, too, could be generous, and, as she thought, noble. Thus it
was that her spirit spoke within her, bidding her subject all the sweet
affections of her heart to a stubborn pride.
The promised return, therefore, of Mr Owen did not make her very
He will be here to-morrow, said her stepmother to her. Mrs
Richards expects him by the late train to-night. I looked in there
yesterday and she told me. Mrs Richards was the respectable lady with
whom Mr Owen lodged.
I dare say he will, said Isabel wearilysorry, too, that Mr
Owen's goings and comings should have been investigated.
Now, Isabel, let me advise you. You cannot be so unjust to Mr Owen
as to make him fancy for a moment that you will refuse your uncle's
money. Think of his position,about two hundred and fifty a year in
all! With your two hundred added it would be positive comfort; without
it you would be frightfully poor.
Do you think I have not thought of it?
I suppose you must. But then you are so odd and so hard, so unlike
any other girl I ever saw. I don't see how you could have the face to
refuse the money, and then to eat his bread.
This was an unfortunate speech as coming from Mrs Brodrick, because
it fortified Isabel in the reply she was bound to make. Hitherto the
stepmother had thought it certain that the marriage would take place in
spite of such maiden denials as the girl had made; but now the denial
had to be repeated with more than maiden vigour.
I have thought of it, said Isabel,thought of it very often,
till I have told myself that conduct such as that would be
inexpressibly base. What! to eat his bread after refusing him mine when
it was believed to be so plentiful! I certainly have not face enough to
do that,neither face nor courage for that. There are ignoble things
which require audacity altogether beyond my reach.
Then you must accept the money from your cousin.
Certainly not, said Isabel; neither that nor yet the position
which Mr Owen will perhaps offer me again.
Of course he will offer it to you.
Then he must be told that on no consideration can his offer be
This is nonsense. You are both dying for each other.
Then we must die. But as for that, I think that neither men nor
young women die for love now-a-days. If we love each other, we must do
without each other, as people have to learn to do without most of the
things that they desire.
I never heard of such nonsense, such wickedness! There is the
money. Why should you not take it?
I can explain to you, mother, she said sternly, it being her wont
to give the appellation but very seldom to her stepmother, why I
should not take Mr Owen, but I cannot tell you why I cannot take my
cousin's money. I can only simply assure you that I will not do so, and
that I most certainly shall never marry any man who would accept it.
I consider that to be actual wickedness,wickedness against your
I have told papa. He knows I will not have the money.
Do you mean to say that you will come here into this house as an
additional burden, as a weight upon your poor father's shoulder, when
you have it in your power to relieve him altogether? Do you not know
how pressed he is, and that there are your brothers to be educated?
Isabel, as she listened to this, sat silent, looking upon the ground,
and her stepmother went on, understanding nothing of the nature of the
mind of her whom she was addressing. He had reason to expect, ample
reason, that you would never cost him a shilling. He had been told a
hundred times that you would be provided for by your uncle. Do you not
know that it was so?
I do. I told him so myself when I was last here before Uncle
And yet you will do nothing to relieve him? You will refuse this
money, though it is your own, when you could be married to Mr Owen
to-morrow? Then she paused, waiting to find what might be the effect
of her eloquence.
I do not acknowledge papa's right or yours to press me to marry any
But I suppose you acknowledge your right to be as good as your
word? Here is the money; you have only got to take it.
What you mean is that I ought to acknowledge my obligation to be as
good as my word. I do. I told my father that I would not be a burden to
him, and I am bound to keep to that. He will have understood that at
the present moment I am breaking my promise through a mistake of Uncle
Indefer's which I could not have anticipated.
You are breaking your promise because you will not accept money
that is your own.
I am breaking my promise, and that is sufficient. I will go out of
the house and will cease to be a burden. If I only knew where I could
go, I would begin to-morrow.
That is all nonsense, said Mrs Brodrick, getting up and bursting
out of the room in anger. There is a man ready to marry you, and there
is the money. Anybody can see with half an eye what is your duty.
Isabel, with all the eyes that she had, could not see what was her
duty. That it could not be her duty to take a present of money from the
man whom she believed to be robbing her of the estate she felt quite
sure. It could not be her duty to bring poverty on a man whom she
loved,especially not as she had refused to confer wealth upon him. It
was, she thought, clearly her duty not to be a burden upon her father,
as she had told him that no such burden should fall upon him. It was
her duty, she thought, to earn her own bread, or else to eat none at
all. In her present frame of mind she would have gone out of the house
on the moment if any one would have accepted her even as a kitchenmaid.
But there was no one to accept her. She had questioned her father on
the matter, and he had ridiculed her idea of earning her bread. When
she had spoken of service, he had become angry with her. It was not
thus that he could be relieved. He did not want to see his girl a
maid-servant or even a governess. It was not thus that she could
relieve him. He simply wanted to drive her into his views, so that she
might accept the comfortable income which was at her disposal, and
become the wife of a gentleman whom every one esteemed. But she, in her
present frame of mind, cared little for any disgrace she might bring on
others by menial service. She was told that she was a burden, and she
desired to cease to be burdensome.
Thinking it over all that night, she resolved that she would consult
Mr Owen himself. It would, she thought, be easy,or if not easy at any
rate feasible,to make him understand that there could be no marriage.
With him she would be on her own ground. He, at least, had no authority
over her, and she knew herself well enough to be confident of her own
strength. Her father had a certain right to insist. Even her stepmother
had a deputed right. But her lover had none. He should be made to
understand that she would not marry him,and then he could advise her
as to that project of being governess, housemaid, schoolmistress, or
On the following morning he came, and was soon closeted with her.
When he arrived, Isabel was sitting with Mrs Brodrick and her sisters,
but they soon packed up their hemmings and sewings, and took themselves
off, showing that it was an understood thing that Isabel and Mr Owen
were to be left together. The door was no sooner closed than he came up
to her, as though to embrace her, as though to put an arm round her
waist before she had a moment to retreat, preparing to kiss her as
though she were already his own. She saw it all in a moment. It was as
though, since her last remembered interview, there had been some other
meeting which she had forgotten,some meeting at which she had
consented to be his wife. She could not be angry with him. How can a
girl be angry with a man whose love is so good, so true? He would not
have dreamed of kissing her had she stood there before him the declared
heiress of Llanfeare. She felt more than this. She was sure by his
manner that he knew that she had determined not to take her cousin's
money. She was altogether unaware that there had already been some
talking that morning between him and her father; but she was sure that
he knew. How could she be angry with him?
But she escaped. No, not that, she said. It must not be so, Mr
Owen;it must not. It cannot be so.
Tell me one thing, Isabel, before we go any further, and tell me
truly. Do you love me?
She was standing about six feet from him, and she looked hard into
his face, determined not to blush before his eyes for a moment. But she
could hardly make up her mind as to what would be the fitting answer to
I know, said he, that you are too proud to tell me a falsehood.
I will not tell you a falsehood.
Do you love me? There was still a pause. Do you love me as a
woman should love the man she means to marry?
I do love you!
Then, in God's name, why should we not kiss? You are my love and I
am yours. Your father and mother are satisfied that it should be so.
Seeing that we are so, is it a disgrace to kiss? Having won your heart,
may I not have the delight of thinking that you would wish me to be
You must know it all, she said, though it may be unwomanly to
tell so much.
There has never been a man whose touch has been pleasant to
me;but I could revel in yours. Kiss you? I could kiss your feet at
this moment, and embrace your knees. Everything belonging to you is
dear to me. The things you have touched have been made sacred to me.
The Prayer-Book tells the young wife that she should love her husband
till death shall part them. I think my love will go further than that.
Keep away from me! I will not even give you my hand to shake till
you have promised to be of one mind with me. I will not become your
You shall become my wife!
Never! Never! I have thought it out, and I know that I am right.
Things have been hard with me.
Not to me! They will not have been hard to me when I shall have
carried my point with you.
I was forced to appear before your eyes as the heiress of my
Has that made any difference with me?
And I was forced to refuse you in obedience to him who had adopted
I understand all that very completely.
Then he made a new will, and left me some money.
Of all that I know, I think, every particular.
But the money is not there. At this he nodded his head as though
smiling at her absurdity in going back over circumstances which were so
well understood by both of them. The money is offered to me by my
cousin, but I will not take it.
As to that I have nothing to say. It is the one point on which,
when we are married, I shall decline to give you any advice.
Mr Owen, and now she came close to him, but still ready to spring
back should it be necessary, Mr Owen, I will tell you what I have told
no one else.
Because I trust you as I trust no one else.
Then tell me.
There is another will. There was another will rather, and he has
Why do you say that? You should not say that. You cannot know it.
And, therefore, I say it only to you, as I would to my own heart.
The old man told me soin his last moments. And then there is the look
of the man. If you could have seen how his craven spirit cowered
beneath my eyes!
One should not judge by such indications. One cannot but see them
and notice them; but one should not judge.
You would have judged had you seen. You could not have helped
judging. Nothing, however, can come of it, except this,that not for
all the world would I take his money.
It may be right, Isabel, that all that should be discussed between
you and me,right if you wish it. It will be my delight to think that
there shall be no secret between us. But, believe me, dearest, it can
have no reference to the question between us.
Not that I should be absolutely penniless?
Not in the least.
But it will, Mr Owen. In that even my father agrees with me. In
this she was no doubt wrong. Her father had simply impressed upon her
the necessity of taking the money because of her lover's needs. I will
not be a burden at any rate to you; and as I cannot go to you without
being a burden, I will not go at all. What does it matter whether there
be a little more suffering or a little less? What does it matter?
It matters a great deal to me.
A man gets over that quickly, I think.
So does a woman,if she be the proper sort of woman for getting
over her difficulties of that kind. I don't think you are.
I will try.
I won't. This he said, looking full into her face. My philosophy
teaches me to despise the grapes which hang too high, but to make the
most of those which come within my reach. Now, I look upon you as being
within my reach.
I am not within your reach.
Yes; pardon me for my confidence, but you are. You have confessed
that you love me.
Then you will not be so wicked as to deny to me that which I have a
right to demand? If you love me as a woman should love the man who is
to become her husband, you have no right to refuse me. I have made good
my claim, unless there be other reasons.
There is a reason.
None but such as I have to judge of. Had your father objected, that
would have been a reason; or when your uncle disapproved because of the
property, that was a reason. As to the money, I will never ask you to
take it, unless you can plead that you yourself are afraid of the
poverty. Then he paused, looking at her as though he defied her to
say so much on her own behalf. She could not say that, but sat there
panting, frightened by his energy.
Nor am I, he continued very gently, the least in the world. Think
of it, and you will find that I am right; and then, when next I come,
then, perhaps, you will not refuse to kiss me. And so he went.
Oh, how she loved him! How sweet would it be to submit her pride,
her independence, her maiden reticences to such a man as that! How
worthy was he of all worship, of all confidence, of all service! How
definitely better was he than any other being that had ever crossed her
path! But yet she was quite sure that she would not marry him.
CHAPTER XIII. The Carmarthen
There was a great deal said at Carmarthen about the old Squire's
will. Such scenes as that which had taken place in the house, first
when the will was produced, then when the search was made, and
afterwards when the will was read, do not pass without comment. There
had been many present, and some of them had been much moved by the
circumstances. The feeling that the Squire had executed a will
subsequent to that which had now been proved was very strong, and the
idea suggested by Mr Apjohn that the Squire himself had, in the
weakness of his latter moments, destroyed this document, was not
generally accepted. Had he done so, something of it would have been
known. The ashes of the paper or the tattered fragments would have been
seen. Whether Mr Apjohn himself did or did not believe that it had been
so, others would not think it. Among the tenants and the servants at
Llanfeare there was a general feeling that something wrong had been
done. They who were most inclined to be charitable in their judgment,
such as John Griffith of Coed, thought that the document was still
hidden, and that it might not improbably be brought to light at last.
Others were convinced that it had fallen into the hands of the present
possessor of the property, and that it had been feloniously but
successfully destroyed. No guess at the real truth was made by any one.
How should a man have guessed that the false heir should have sat there
with the will, as it were, before his eyes, close at his hand, and
neither have destroyed it nor revealed its existence?
Among those who believed the worst as to Cousin Henry were the two
Cantors. When a man has seen a thing done himself he is prone to
believe in it,and the more so when he has had a hand in the doing.
They had been selected for the important operation of witnessing the
will, and did not in the least doubt that the will had been in
existence when the old Squire died. It might have been destroyed since.
They believed that it had been destroyed. But they could not be brought
to understand that so great an injustice should be allowed to remain on
the face of the earth without a remedy or without punishment. Would it
not be enough for a judge to know that they, two respectable men, had
witnessed a new will, and that this new will had certainly been in
opposition to the one which had been so fraudulently proved? The
younger Cantor especially was loud upon the subject, and got many ears
in Carmarthen to listen to him.
The Carmarthen Herald, a newspaper bearing a high character
through South Wales, took the matter up very strongly, so that it
became a question whether the new Squire would not be driven to defend
himself by an action for libel. It was not that the writer declared
that Cousin Henry had destroyed the will, but that he published minute
accounts of all that had been done at Llanfeare, putting forward in
every paper as it came out the reason which existed for supposing that
a wrong had been done. That theory that old Indefer Jones had himself
destroyed his last will without saying a word of his purpose to any one
was torn to tatters. The doctor had been with him from day to day, and
must almost certainly have known it had such an intention been in his
mind. The housekeeper would have known it. The nephew and professed
heir had said not a word to any one of what had passed between himself
and his uncle. Could they who had known old Indefer Jones for so many
years, and were aware that he had been governed by the highest sense of
honour through his entire life, could they bring themselves to believe
that he should have altered the will made in his nephew's favour, and
then realtered it, going back to his intentions in that nephew's
favour, without saying a word to his nephew on the subject? But Henry
Jones had been silent as to all that occurred during those last weeks.
Henry Jones had not only been silent when the will was being read, when
the search was being made, but had sat there still in continued
silence. We do not say, continued the writer in the paper, that
Henry Jones since he became owner of Llanfeare has been afraid to
mingle with his brother men. We have no right to say so. But we
consider it to be our duty to declare that such has been the fact.
Circumstances will from time to time occur in which it becomes
necessary on public grounds to inquire into the privacy of individuals,
and we think that the circumstances now as to this property are of this
nature. As will be the case in such matters, these expressions became
gradually stronger, till it was conceived to be the object of those
concerned in making them to drive Henry Jones to seek for legal
redress,so that he might be subjected to cross-examination as to the
transactions and words of that last fortnight before his uncle's death.
It was the opinion of many that if he could be forced into a
witness-box, he would be made to confess if there were anything to
confess. The cowardice of the man became known,or was rather
exaggerated in the minds of those around him. It was told of him how he
lived in the one room, how rarely he left the house, how totally he was
without occupation. More than the truth was repeated as to his habits,
till all Carmarthenshire believed that he was so trammelled by some
mysterious consciousness of crime as to be unable to perform any of the
duties of life. When men spoke to him he trembled; when men looked at
him he turned away.
All his habits were inquired into. It was said of him that the
Carmarthen Herald was the only paper that he saw, and declared of
him that he spent hour after hour in spelling the terrible accusations
which, if not absolutely made against him, were insinuated. It became
clear to lawyers, to Mr Apjohn himself, that the man, if honest,
should, on behalf of the old family and long-respected name, vindicate
himself by prosecuting the owner of the paper for libel. If he were
honest in the matter, altogether honest, there could be no reason why
he should fear to encounter a hostile lawyer. There were at last two
letters from young Joseph Cantor printed in the paper which were
undoubtedly libellous,letters which young Cantor himself certainly
could not have written,letters which all Carmarthen knew to have been
written by some one connected with the newspaper, though signed by the
young farmer,in which it was positively declared that the old Squire
had left a later will behind him. When it was discussed whether or no
he could get a verdict, it was clearly shown that the getting of a
verdict should not be the main object of the prosecution. He has to
show, said Mr Apjohn, that he is not afraid to face a court of
But he was afraid. When we last parted with him after his visit to
Coed he had not seen the beginning of these attacks. On the next day
the first paper reached him, and they who were concerned in it did not
spare to send him the copies as they were issued. Having read the
first, he was not able to refuse to read what followed. In each issue
they were carried on, and, as was told of him in Carmarthen, he
lingered over every agonizing detail of the venom which was entering
into his soul. It was in vain that he tried to hide the paper, or to
pretend to be indifferent to its coming. Mrs Griffith knew very well
where the paper was, and knew also that every word had been perused.
The month's notice which had been accepted from her and the butler in
lieu of the three months first offered had now expired. The man had
gone, but she remained, as did the two other women. Nothing was said as
to the cause of their remaining; but they remained. As for Cousin Henry
himself, he was too weak, too frightened, too completely absorbed by
the horrors of his situation to ask them why they stayed, or to have
asked them why they went.
He understood every word that was written of him with sharp, minute
intelligence. Though his spirit was cowed, his mind was still alive to
all the dangers of his position. Things were being said of him, charges
were insinuated, which he declared to himself to be false. He had not
destroyed the will. He had not even hidden it. He had only put a book
into its own place, carrying out as he did so his innocent intention
when he had first lifted the book. When these searchers had come, doing
their work so idly, with such incurious futility, he had not concealed
the book. He had left it there on its shelf beneath their hands. Who
could say that he had been guilty? If the will were found now, who
could reasonably suggest that there had been guilt on his part? If all
were known,except that chance glance of his eye which never could be
known,no one could say that he was other than innocent! And yet he
knew of himself that he would lack strength to stand up in court and
endure the sharp questions and angry glances of a keen lawyer. His very
knees would fail to carry him through the court. The words would stick
in his jaws. He would shake and shiver and faint before the assembled
eyes. It would be easier for him to throw himself from the rocks on
which he had lain dreaming into the sea than to go into a court of law
and there tell his own story as to the will. They could not force him
to go. He thought he could perceive as much as that. The action, if
action there were to be, must originate with him. There was no evidence
on which they could bring a charge of felony or even of fraud against
him. They could not drag him into the court. But he knew that all the
world would say that if he were an honest man, he himself would appear
there, denounce his defamers, and vindicate his own name. As day by day
he failed to do so, he would be declaring his own guilt. Yet he knew
that he could not do it.
Was there no escape? He was quite sure now that the price at which
he held the property was infinitely above its value. Its value! It had
no value in his eyes. It was simply a curse of which he would rid
himself with the utmost alacrity if only he could rid himself of all
that had befallen him in achieving it. But how should he escape? Were
he now himself to disclose the document and carry it into Carmarthen,
prepared to deliver up the property to his cousin, was there one who
would not think that it had been in his possession from before his
uncle's death, and that he had now been driven by his fears to
surrender it? Was there one who would not believe that he had hidden it
with his own hands? How now could he personate that magnanimity which
would have been so easy had he brought forth the book and handed it
with its enclosure to Mr Apjohn when the lawyer came to read the will?
He looked back with dismay at his folly at having missed an
opportunity so glorious. But now there seemed to be no escape. Though
he left the room daily, no one found the will. They were welcome to
find it if they would, but they did not. That base newspaper lied of
him,as he told himself bitterly as he read it,in saying that he did
not leave his room. Daily did he roam about the place for an hour or
two,speaking, indeed, to no one, looking at no one. There the
newspaper had been true enough. But that charge against him of
self-imprisonment had been false as far as it referred to days
subsequent to the rebuke which his housekeeper had given him. But no
one laid a hand upon the book. He almost believed that, were the paper
left open on the table, no eye would examine its contents. There it lay
still hidden within the folds of the sermon, that weight upon his
heart, that incubus on his bosom, that nightmare which robbed him of
all his slumbers, and he could not rid himself of its presence.
Property, indeed! Oh! if he were only back in London, and his cousin
reigning at Llanfeare!
John Griffith, from Coed, had promised to call upon him; but when
three weeks had passed by, he had not as yet made his appearance. Now,
on one morning he came and found his landlord alone in the book-room.
This is kind of you, Mr Griffith, said Cousin Henry, struggling hard
to assume the manner of a man with a light heart.
I have come, Mr Jones, said the farmer very seriously, to say a
few words which I think ought to be said.
What are they, Mr Griffith?
Now, Mr Jones, I am not a man as is given to
interfering,especially not with my betters.
I am sure you are not.
And, above all, not with my own landlord. Then he paused; but as
Cousin Henry could not find an appropriate word either for rebuke or
encouragement, he was driven to go on with his story. I have been
obliged to look at all those things in the Carmarthen Herald.
Then Cousin Henry turned deadly pale. We have all been driven to look
at them. I have taken the paper these twenty years, but it is sent now
to every tenant on the estate, whether they pay or whether they don't.
Mrs Griffith, there, in the kitchen has it. I suppose they sent it to
Yes; it does come, said Cousin Henry, with the faintest attempt at
And you have read what they say?
Yes, the most of it.
It has been very hard, sir. At this Cousin Henry could only affect
a ghastly smile. Very hard, continued the farmer. It has made my
flesh creep as I read it. Do you know what it all means, Mr Jones?
I suppose I know.
It meansthat you have stolenthe estatesfrom your cousinMiss
Brodrick! This the man said very solemnly, bringing out each single
word by itself. I am not saying so, Mr Jones.
No, no, no, gasped the miserable wretch.
No, indeed. If I thought so, I should not be here to tell you what
I thought. It is because I believe that you are injured that I am
I am injured; I am injured!
I think so. I believe so. I cannot tell what the mystery is, if
mystery there be; but I do not believe that you have robbed that young
lady, your own cousin, by destroying such a deed as your uncle's will.
No, no, no.
Is there any secret that you can tell?
Awed, appalled, stricken with utter dismay, Cousin Henry sat silent
before his questioner.
If there be, sir, had you not better confide it to some one? Your
uncle knew me well for more than forty years, and trusted me
thoroughly, and I would fain, if I could, do something for his nephew.
If there be anything to tell, tell it like a man.
Still Cousin Henry sat silent. He was unable to summon courage at
the instant sufficient to deny the existence of the secret, nor could
he resolve to take down the book and show the document. He doubted,
when the appearance of a doubt was in itself evidence of guilt in the
eyes of the man who was watching him. Oh, Mr Griffith, he exclaimed
after a while, will you be my friend?
I will indeed, Mr Jones, if I canhonestly.
I have been cruelly used.
It has been hard to bear, said Mr Griffith.
Terrible, terrible! Cruel, cruel! Then again he paused, trying to
make up his mind, endeavouring to see by what means he could escape
from this hell upon earth. If there were any means, he might perhaps
achieve it by aid of this man. The man sat silent, watching him, but
the way of escape did not appear to him.
There is no mystery, he gasped at last.
None? said the farmer severely.
No mystery. What mystery should there be? There was the will. I
have destroyed nothing. I have hidden nothing. I have done nothing.
Because the old man changed his mind so often, am I to be blamed?
Then, Mr Jones, why do you not say all that in a court of law,on
How can I do that?
Go to Mr Apjohn, and speak to him like a man. Bid him bring an
action in your name for libel against the newspaper. Then there will be
an inquiry. Then you will be put into a witness-box, and be able to
tell your own story on your oath.
Cousin Henry, groaning, pale and affrighted, murmured out something
signifying that he would think of it. Then Mr Griffith left him. The
farmer, when he entered the room, had believed his landlord to be
innocent, but that belief had vanished when he took his leave.
CHAPTER XIV. An Action for Libel
When the man had asked him that question,Is there any secret you
can tell?Cousin Henry did, for half a minute, make up his mind to
tell the whole story, and reveal everything as it had occurred. Then he
remembered the lie which he had told, the lie to which he had signed
his name when he had been called upon to prove the will in Carmarthen.
Had he not by the unconsidered act of that moment committed some crime
for which he could be prosecuted and sent to gaol? Had it not been
perjury? From the very beginning he had determined that he would
support his possession of the property by no criminal deed. He had not
hidden the will in the book. He had not interfered in the search. He
had done nothing incompatible with innocence. So it had been with him
till he had been called upon, without a moment having been allowed to
him for thinking, to sign his name to that declaration. The remembrance
of this came to him as he almost made up his mind to rise from his seat
and pull the book down from the shelf. And then another thought
occurred to him. Could he not tell Mr Griffith that he had discovered
the document since he had made that declaration,that he had
discovered it only on that morning? But he had felt that a story such
as that would receive no belief, and he had feared to estrange his only
friend by a palpable lie. He had therefore said that there was no
secret,had said so after a pause which had assured Mr Griffith of the
existence of a mystery,had said so with a face which of itself had
declared the truth.
When the farmer left him he knew well enough that the man doubted
him,nay, that the man was assured of his guilt. It had come to be so
with all whom he had encountered since he had first reached Llanfeare.
His uncle who had sent for him had turned from him; his cousin had
scorned him; the tenants had refused to accept him when there certainly
had been no cause for their rejection. Mr Apjohn from the first had
looked at him with accusing eyes; his servants were spies upon his
actions; this newspaper was rending his very vitals; and now this one
last friend had deserted him. He thought that if only he could summon
courage for the deed, it would be best for him to throw himself from
But there was no such courage in him. The one idea remaining to him
was to save himself from the horrors of a criminal prosecution. If he
did not himself touch the document, or give any sign of his
consciousness of its presence, they could not prove that he had known
of its whereabouts. If they would only find it and let him go! But they
did not find it, and he could not put them on its trace. As to these
wicked libels, Mr Griffith had asked him why he did not have recourse
to a court of law, and refute them by the courage of his presence. He
understood the proposition in all its force. Why did he not show
himself able to bear any questions which the ingenuity of a lawyer
could put to him? Simply because he was unable to bear them. The truth
would be extracted from him in the process. Though he should have
fortified himself with strongest resolves, he would be unable to hide
his guilty knowledge. He knew that of himself. He would be sure to give
testimony against himself, on the strength of which he would be dragged
from the witness-box to the dock.
He declared to himself that, let the newspaper say what it would, he
would not of his own motion throw himself among the lion's teeth which
were prepared for him. But in so resolving he did not know what further
external force might be applied to him. When the old tenant had sternly
told him that he should go like a man into the witness-box and tell his
own story on his oath, that had been hard to bear. But there came worse
than that,a power more difficult to resist. On the following morning
Mr Apjohn arrived at Llanfeare, having driven himself over from
Carmarthen, and was at once shown into the book-room. The lawyer was a
man who, by his friends and by his clients in general, was considered
to be a pleasant fellow as well as a cautious man of business. He was
good at a dinner-table, serviceable with a gun, and always happy on
horseback. He could catch a fish, and was known to be partial to a
rubber at whist. He certainly was not regarded as a hard or cruel man.
But Cousin Henry, in looking at him, had always seen a sternness in his
eye, some curve of a frown upon his brow, which had been uncomfortable
to him. From the beginning of their intercourse he had been afraid of
the lawyer. He had felt that he was looked into and scrutinised, and
found to be wanting. Mr Apjohn had, of course, been on Isabel's side.
All Carmarthenshire knew that he had done his best to induce the old
squire to maintain Isabel as his heiress. Cousin Henry was well aware
of that. But still why had this attorney always looked at him with
accusing eyes? When he had signed that declaration at Carmarthen, the
attorney had shown by his face that he believed the declaration to be
false. And now this man was there, and there was nothing for him but to
endure his questions.
Mr Jones, said the lawyer, I have thought it my duty to call upon
you in respect to these articles in the Carmarthen Herald.
I cannot help what the Carmarthen Herald may say.
But you can, Mr Jones. That is just it. There are laws which enable
a man to stop libels and to punish them if it be worth his while to do
so. He paused a moment, but Cousin Henry was silent, and he continued,
For many years I was your uncle's lawyer, as was my father before me.
I have never been commissioned by you to regard myself as your lawyer,
but as circumstances are at present, I am obliged to occupy the place
until you put your business into other hands. In such a position I feel
it to be my duty to call upon you in reference to these articles. No
doubt they are libellous.
They are very cruel; I know that, said Cousin Henry, whining.
All such accusations are cruel, if they be false.
These are false; damnably false.
I take that for granted; and therefore I have come to you to tell
you that it is your duty to repudiate with all the strength of your own
words the terrible charges which are brought against you.
Must I go and be a witness about myself?
Yes; it is exactly that. You must go and be a witness about
yourself. Who else can tell the truth as to all the matters in question
as well as yourself? You should understand, Mr Jones, that you should
not take this step with the view of punishing the newspaper.
In order that you may show yourself willing to place yourself there
to be questioned. 'Here I am,' you would say. 'If there be any point in
which you wish me to be examined as to this property and this will,
here I am to answer you.' It is that you may show that you are not
afraid of investigation. But it was exactly this of which Cousin Henry
was afraid. You cannot but be aware of what is going on in
I know about the newspaper.
It is my duty not to blink the matter. Every one, not only in the
town but throughout the country, is expressing an opinion that right
has not been done.
What do they want? I cannot help it if my uncle did not make a will
according to their liking.
They think that he did make a will according to their liking, and
that there has been foul play.
Do they accuse me?
Practically they do. These articles in the paper are only an echo
of the public voice. And that voice is becoming stronger and stronger
every day because you take no steps to silence it. Have you seen
Yes; I saw it, said Cousin Henry, gasping for breath.
Then Mr Apjohn brought a copy of the newspaper out of his pocket,
and began to read a list of questions which the editor was supposed to
ask the public generally. Each question was an insult, and Cousin
Henry, had he dared, would have bade the reader desist, and have turned
him out of the room for his insolence in reading them.
Has Mr Henry Jones expressed an opinion of his own as to what
became of the will which the Messrs Cantor witnessed?
Has Mr Henry Jones consulted any friend, legal or otherwise, as to
his tenure of the Llanfeare estate?
Has Mr Henry Jones any friend to whom he can speak in
Has Mr Henry Jones inquired into the cause of his own isolation?
Has Mr Henry Jones any idea why we persecute him in every fresh
issue of our newspaper?
Has Mr Henry Jones thought of what may possibly be the end of all
Has Mr Henry Jones any thought of prosecuting us for libel?
Has Mr Henry Jones heard of any other case in which an heir has
been made so little welcome to his property?
So the questions went on, an almost endless list, and the lawyer
read them one after another, in a low, plain voice, slowly, but with
clear accentuation, so that every point intended by the questioner
might be understood. Such a martyrdom surely no man was ever doomed to
bear before. In every line he was described as a thief. Yet he bore it;
and when the lawyer came to an end of the abominable questions, he sat
silent, trying to smile. What was he to say?
Do you mean to put up with that? asked Mr Apjohn, with the curve
of his eyebrow of which Cousin Henry was so much afraid.
What am I to do?
Do! Do anything rather than sit in silence and bear such injurious
insult as that. Were there nothing else to do, I would tear the man's
tongue from his mouth,or at least his pen from his grasp.
How am I to find him? I never did do anything of that rough kind.
It is not necessary. I only say what a man would do if there were
nothing else to be done. But the step to be taken is easy. Instruct me
to go before the magistrates at Carmarthen, and indict the paper for
libel. That is what you must do.
There was an imperiousness in the lawyer's tone which was almost
irresistible. Nevertheless Cousin Henry made a faint effort at
resisting. I should be dragged into a lawsuit.
A lawsuit! Of course you would. What lawsuit would not be
preferable to that? You must do as I bid you, or you must consent to
have it said and have it thought by all the country that you have been
guilty of some felony, and have filched your cousin's property.
I have committed nothing, said the poor wretch, as the tears ran
down his face.
Then go and say so before the world, said the attorney, dashing
his fist down violently upon the table. Go and say so, and let men
hear you, instead of sitting here whining like a woman. Like a woman!
What honest woman would ever bear such insult? If you do not, you will
convince all the world, you will convince me and every neighbour you
have, that you have done something to make away with that will. In that
case we will not leave a stone unturned to discover the truth. The
editor of that paper is laying himself open purposely to an action in
order that he may force you to undergo the cross-questioning of a
barrister, and everybody who hears of it says that he is right. You can
prove that he is wrong only by accepting the challenge. If you refuse
the challenge, as I put it to you now, you will acknowledge thatthat
you have done this deed of darkness!
Was there any torment ever so cruel, ever so unjustifiable as this!
He was asked to put himself, by his own act, into the thumbscrew, on
the rack, in order that the executioner might twist his limbs and tear
out his vitals! He was to walk into a court of his own accord that he
might be torn by the practised skill of a professional tormentor, that
he might be forced to give up the very secrets of his soul in his
impotence;or else to live amidst the obloquy of all men. He asked
himself whether he had deserved it, and in that moment of time he
assured himself that he had not deserved such punishment as this. If
not altogether innocent, if not white as snow, he had done nothing
worthy of such cruel usage.
Well, said Mr Apjohn, as though demanding a final answer to his
I will think of it, gasped Cousin Henry.
There must be no more thinking. The time has gone by for thinking.
If you will give me your instructions to commence proceedings against
the Carmarthen Herald, I will act as your lawyer. If not, I
shall make it known to the town that I have made this proposition to
you; and I shall also make known the way in which it has been accepted.
There has been more than delay enough.
He sobbed, and gasped, and struggled with himself as the lawyer sat
and looked at him. The one thing on which he had been intent was the
avoiding of a court of law. And to this he was now to bring himself by
his own act.
When would it have to be? he asked.
I should go before the magistrates to-morrow. Your presence would
not be wanted then. No delay would be made by the other side. They
would be ready enough to come to trial. The assizes begin here at
Carmarthen on the 29th of next month. You might probably be examined on
that day, which will be a Friday, or on the Saturday following. You
will be called as a witness on your own side to prove the libel. But
the questions asked by your own counsel would amount to nothing.
Nothing! exclaimed Cousin Henry.
You would be there for another purpose, continued the lawyer.
When that nothing had been asked, you would be handed over to the
other side, in order that the object of the proceedings might be
How the barrister employed might put it I cannot say, but he would
examine you as to any knowledge you may have as to that missing will.
Mr Apjohn, as he said this, paused for a full minute, looking his
client full in the face. It was as though he himself were carrying on a
cross-examination. He would ask you whether you have such knowledge.
Then again he paused, but Cousin Henry said nothing. If you have no
such knowledge, if you have no sin in that matter on your conscience,
nothing to make you grow pale before the eyes of a judge, nothing to
make you fear the verdict of a jury, no fault heavy on your own
soul,then you may answer him with frank courage, then you may look
him in the face, and tell him with a clear voice that as far as you are
aware your property is your own by as fair a title as any in the
In every word of this there had been condemnation. It was as though
Mr Apjohn were devoting him to infernal torture, telling him that his
only escape would be by the exercise of some herculean power which was
notoriously beyond his reach. It was evident to him that Mr Apjohn had
come there under the guise of his advisor and friend, but was in fact
leagued with all the others around him to drive him to his ruin. Of
that he felt quite sure. The voice, the eyes, the face, every gesture
of his unwelcome visitor had told him that it was so. And yet he could
not rise in indignation and expel the visitor from his house. There was
a cruelty, an inhumanity, in this which to his thinking was infinitely
worse than any guilt of his own. Well? said Mr Apjohn.
I suppose it must be so.
I have your instructions, then?
Don't you hear me say that I suppose it must be so.
Very well. The matter shall be brought in proper course before the
magistrates to-morrow, and if, as I do not doubt, an injunction be
granted, I will proceed with the matter at once. I will tell you whom
we select as our counsel at the assizes, and, as soon as I have learnt,
will let you know whom they employ. Let me only implore you not only to
tell the truth as to what you know, but to tell all the truth. If you
attempt to conceal anything, it will certainly be dragged out of you.
Having thus comforted his client, Mr Apjohn took his leave.
CHAPTER XV. Cousin Henry Makes
When Mr Apjohn had gone, Cousin Henry sat for an hour, not
thinking,men so afflicted have generally lost the power to
think,but paralysed by the weight of his sorrow, simply repeating to
himself assertions that said no man had ever been used so cruelly. Had
he been as other men are, he would have turned the lawyer out of the
house at the first expression of an injurious suspicion, but his
strength had not sufficed for such action. He confessed to himself his
own weakness, though he could not bring himself to confess his own
guilt. Why did they not find it and have done with it? Feeling at last
how incapable he was of collecting his thoughts while he sat there in
the book-room, and aware, at the same time, that he must determine on
some course of action, he took his hat and strolled out towards the
There was a month remaining to him, just a month before the day
named on which he was to put himself into the witness-box. That, at any
rate, must be avoided. He did after some fashion resolve that, let the
result be what it might, he would not submit himself to a
cross-examination. They could not drag him from his bed were he to say
that he was ill. They could not send policemen to find him, were he to
hide himself in London. Unless he gave evidence against himself as to
his own guilty knowledge, they could bring no open charge against him;
or if he could but summon courage to throw himself from off the rocks,
then, at any rate, he would escape from their hands.
What was it all about? This he asked himself as he sat some way down
the cliff, looking out over the sea. What was it all about? If they
wanted the property for his Cousin Isabel, they were welcome to take
it. He desired nothing but to be allowed to get away from this accursed
country, to escape, and never more to be heard of there or to hear of
it. Could he not give up the property with the signing of some
sufficient deed, and thus put an end to their cruel clamour? He could
do it all without any signing, by a simple act of honesty, by taking
down the book with the will and giving it at once to the lawyer! It was
possible,possible as far as the knowledge of any one but himself was
concerned,that such a thing might be done not only with honesty, but
with high-minded magnanimity. How would it be if in truth the document
were first found by him on this very day? Had it been so, were it so,
then his conduct would be honest. And it was still open to him to
simulate that it was so. He had taken down the book, let him say, for
spiritual comfort in his great trouble, and lo, the will had been found
there between the leaves! No one would believe him. He declared to
himself that such was already his character in the county that no one
would believe him. But what though they disbelieved him? Surely they
would accept restitution without further reproach. Then there would be
no witness-box, no savage terrier of a barrister to tear him in pieces
with his fierce words and fiercer eyes. Whether they believed him or
not, they would let him go. It would be told of him, at any rate, that
having the will in his hands, he had not destroyed it. Up in London,
where men would not know all the details of this last miserable month,
some good would be spoken of him. And then there would be time left to
him to relieve his conscience by repentance.
But to whom should he deliver up the will, and how should he frame
the words? He was conscious of his own impotence in deceit. For such a
purpose Mr Apjohn, no doubt, would be the proper person, but there was
no one of whom he stood so much in dread as of Mr Apjohn. Were he to
carry the book and the paper to the lawyer and attempt to tell his
story, the real truth would be drawn out from him in the first minute
of their interview. The man's eyes looking at him, the man's brow bent
against him, would extract from him instantly the one truth which it
was his purpose to hold within his own keeping. He would find no
thankfulness, no mercy, not even justice in the lawyer. The lawyer
would accept restitution, and would crush him afterwards. Would it not
be better to go off to Hereford, without saying a word to any one in
Carmarthenshire, and give up the deed to his Cousin Isabel? But then
she had scorned him. She had treated him with foul contempt. As he
feared Mr Apjohn, so did he hate his Cousin Isabel. The only approach
to manliness left in his bosom was a true hatred of his cousin.
The single voice which had been kind to him since he had come to
this horrid place had been that of old Farmer Griffith. Even his voice
had been stern at last, but yet, with the sternness, there had been
something of compassion. He thought that he could tell the tale to Mr
Griffith, if to any one. And so thinking, he resolved at once to go to
Coed. There was still before him that other means of escape which the
rocks and the sea afforded him. As he had made his way on this morning
to the spot on which he was now lying that idea was still present to
him. He did not think that he could do a deed of such daring. He was
almost sure of himself that the power of doing it would be utterly
wanting when the moment came. But still it was present to his mind. The
courage might reach him at the instant. Were a sudden impulse to carry
him away, he thought the Lord would surely forgive him because of all
his sufferings. But now, as he looked at the spot, and saw that he
could not reach the placid deep water, he considered it again, and
remembered that the Lord would not forgive him a sin as to which there
would be no moment for repentance. As he could not escape in that way,
he must carry out his purpose with Farmer Griffith.
So you be here again prowling about on father's lands?
Cousin Henry knew at once the voice of that bitter enemy of his,
young Cantor; and, wretched as he was, he felt also something of the
spirit of the landlord in being thus rebuked for trespassing on his
ground. I suppose I have a right to walk about on my own estate? said
I know nothing about your own estate, replied the farmer's son. I
say nothin' about that. They do be talking about it, but I say nothin'.
I has my own opinions, but I say nothin'. Others do be saying a great
deal, as I suppose you hear, Mr Jones, but I say nothin'.
How dare you be so impudent to your landlord?
I know nothin' about landlords. I know father has a lease of this
land, and pays his rent, whether you get it or another; and you have no
more right, it's my belief, to intrude here nor any other stranger. So,
if you please, you'll walk.
I shall stay here just as long as it suits me, said Cousin Henry.
Oh, very well. Then father will have his action against you for
trespass, and so you'll be brought into a court of law. You are bound
to go off when you are warned. You ain't no right here because you call
yourself landlord. You come up here and I'll thrash you, that's what I
will. You wouldn't dare show yourself before a magistrate, that's what
The young man stood there for a while waiting, and then walked off
with a loud laugh.
Any one might insult him, any one might beat him, and he could seek
for no redress because he would not dare to submit himself to the
ordeal of a witness-box. All those around him knew that it was so. He
was beyond the protection of the law because of the misery of his
position. It was clear that he must do something, and as he could not
drown himself, there was nothing better than that telling of his tale
to Mr Griffith. He would go to Mr Griffith at once. He had not the book
and the document with him, but perhaps he could tell the tale better
without their immediate presence.
At Coed he found the farmer in his own farmyard.
I have come to you in great trouble, said Cousin Henry, beginning
Well, squire, what is it? Then the farmer seated himself on a low,
movable bar which protected the entrance into an open barn, and Cousin
Henry sat beside him.
That young man Cantor insulted me grossly just now.
He shouldn't have done that. Whatever comes of it all, he shouldn't
have done that. He was always a forward young puppy.
I do think I have been treated very badly among you.
As to that, Mr Jones, opinion does run very high about the squire's
will. I explained to you all that when I was with you yesterday.
Something has occurred since that,something that I was coming on
purpose to tell you.
What has occurred? Cousin Henry groaned terribly as the moment for
revelation came upon him. And he felt that he had made the moment
altogether unfit for revelation by that ill-judged observation as to
young Cantor. He should have rushed at his story at once. Oh, Mr
Griffith, I have found the will! It should have been told after that
fashion. He felt it now,felt that he had allowed the opportunity to
slip by him.
What is it that has occurred, Mr Jones, since I was up at Llanfeare
I don't think that I could tell you here.
Not yet to-day. That young man, Cantor, has so put me out that I
hardly know what I am saying.
Couldn't you speak it out, sir, if it's just something to be said?
It's something to be shown too, replied Cousin Henry, and if you
wouldn't mind coming up to the house to-morrow, or next day, then I
could explain it all.
To-morrow it shall be, said the farmer. On the day after I shall
be in Carmarthen to market. If eleven o'clock to-morrow morning won't
be too early, I shall be there, sir.
One, or three, or five o'clock would have been better, or the day
following better still, so that the evil hour might have been
postponed. But Cousin Henry assented to the proposition and took his
departure. Now he had committed himself to some revelation, and the
revelation must be made. He felt acutely the folly of his own conduct
during the last quarter of an hour. If it might have been possible to
make the old man believe that the document had only been that morning
found, such belief could only have been achieved by an impulsive
telling of the story. He was aware that at every step he took he
created fresh difficulties by his own folly and want of foresight. How
could he now act the sudden emotion of a man startled by surprise?
Nevertheless, he must go on with his scheme. There was now nothing
before him; but still he might be able to achieve that purpose which he
had in view of escaping from Llanfeare and Carmarthenshire.
He sat up late that night thinking of it. For many days past he had
not touched the volume, or allowed his eye to rest upon the document.
He had declared to himself that it might remain there or be taken away,
as it might chance to others. It should no longer be anything to him.
For aught that he knew, it might already have been removed. Such had
been his resolution during the last fortnight, and in accordance with
that he had acted. But now his purpose was again changed. Now he
intended to reveal the will with his own hands, and it might be well
that he should see that it was there.
He took down the book, and there it was. He opened it out, and
carefully read through every word of its complicated details. For it
had been arranged and drawn out in a lawyer's office, with all the
legal want of punctuation and unintelligible phraseology. It had been
copied verbatim by the old Squire, and was no doubt a properly binding
and effective will. Never before had he dwelt over it so tediously. He
had feared lest a finger-mark, a blot, or a spark might betray his
acquaintance with the deed. But now he was about to give it up and let
all the world know that it had been in his hands. He felt, therefore,
that he was entitled to read it, and that there was no longer ground to
fear any accident. Though the women in the house should see him reading
it, what matter?
Thrice he read it, sitting there late into the night. Thrice he read
the deed which had been prepared with such devilish industry to rob him
of the estate which had been promised him! If he had been wicked to
conceal it,no, not to conceal it, but only to be silent as to its
whereabouts,how much greater had been the sin of that dying old man
who had taken so much trouble in robbing him? Now that the time had
come, almost the hour in which he had lately so truly loathed, there
came again upon him a love of money, a feeling of the privilege which
attached to him as an owner of broad acres, and a sudden remembrance
that with a little courage, with a little perseverance, with a little
power of endurance, he might live down the evils of the present day.
When he thought of what it might be to be Squire of Llanfeare in
perhaps five years' time, with the rents in his pocket, he became angry
at his own feebleness. Let them ask him what questions they would,
there could be no evidence against him. If he were to burn the will,
there could certainly be no evidence against him. If the will were
still hidden, they might, perhaps, extract that secret from him; but no
lawyer would be strong enough to make him own that he had thrust the
paper between the bars of the fire.
He sat looking at it, gnashing his teeth together, and clenching his
fists. If only he dared to do it! If only he could do it! He did during
a moment, make up his mind; but had no sooner done so than there rose
clearly before his mind's eye the judge and the jury, the paraphernalia
of the court, and all the long horrors of a prison life. Even now those
prying women might have their eyes turned upon what he was doing. And
should there be no women prying, no trial, no conviction, still there
would be the damning guilt on his own soul,a guilt which would admit
of no repentance except by giving himself up to the hands of the law!
No sooner had he resolved to destroy the will than he was unable to
destroy it. No sooner had he felt his inability than again he longed to
do the deed. When at three o'clock he dragged himself up wearily to his
bed, the will was again within the sermon, and the book was at rest
upon its old ground.
Punctually at eleven Mr Griffith was with him, and it was evident
from his manner that he had thought the matter over, and was determined
to be kind and gracious.
Now, squire, said he, let us hear it; and I do hope it may be
something that may make your mind quiet at last. You've had, I fear, a
bad time of it since the old squire died.
Indeed I have, Mr Griffith.
What is it now? Whatever it be, you may be sure of this, I will
take it charitable like. I won't take nothing amiss; and if so be I can
help you, I will.
Cousin Henry, as the door had been opened, and as the man's footstep
had been heard, had made up his mind that on this occasion he could not
reveal the secret. He had disabled himself by that unfortunate manner
of his yesterday. He would not even turn his eyes upon the book, but
sat looking into the empty grate. What is it, Mr Jones? asked the
My uncle did make a will, said Cousin Henry feebly.
Of course he made a will. He made a many,one or two more than was
wise, I am thinking.
He made a will after the last one.
After that in your favour?
Yes; after that. I know that he did, by what I saw him doing; and
so I thought I'd tell you.
Is that all?
I thought I'd let you know that I was sure of it. What became of it
after it was made, that, you know, is quite another question. I do
think it must be in the house, and if so, search ought to be made. If
they believe there is such a will, why don't they come and search more
regularly? I shouldn't hinder them.
Is that all you've got to say?
As I have been thinking about it so much and as you are so kind to
me, I thought I had better tell you.
But there was something you were to show me.
Oh, yes; I did say so. If you will come upstairs, I'll point out
the very spot where the old man sat when he was writing it.
There is nothing more than that?
Nothing more than that, Mr Griffith.
Then good morning, Mr Jones. I am afraid we have not got to the end
of the matter yet.
CHAPTER XVI. Again at Hereford
Some of the people at Carmarthen were taking a great deal of trouble
about the matter. One copy of the Herald was sent regularly to
Mr Brodrick, another to Isabel, and another to Mr Owen. It was
determined that they should not be kept in ignorance of what was being
done. In the first number issued after Mr Apjohn's last visit to
Llanfeare there was a short leading article recapitulating all that was
hitherto known of the story. Mr Henry Jones, said the article in its
last paragraph, has at length been induced to threaten an action for
libel against this newspaper. We doubt much whether he will have the
courage to go on with it. But if he does, he will have to put himself
into a witness-box, and then probably we may learn something of the
truth as to the last will and testament made by Mr Indefer Jones. All
this reached Hereford, and was of course deeply considered there by
persons whom it concerned.
Mr Owen, for some days after the scene which has been described
between him and Isabel, saw her frequently, and generally found means
to be alone with her for some moments. She made no effort to avoid him,
and would fain have been allowed to treat him simply as her dearest
friend. But in all these moments he treated her as though she were
engaged to be his wife. There was no embracing, no kiss. Isabel would
not permit it. But in all terms of affectionate expression he spoke of
her and to her as though she were his own; and would only gently laugh
at her when she assured him that it could never be so.
Of course you can torment me a little, he said, smiling, but the
forces arrayed against you are too strong, and you have not a chance on
your side. It would be monstrous to suppose that you should go on
making me miserable for ever,and yourself too.
In answer to this she could only say that she cared but little for
her own misery, and did not believe in his. The question is, she
said, whether it be fitting. As I feel that it is not fitting, I
certainly shall not do it. In answer to this he would again smile, and
tell her that a month or two at furthest would see her absolutely
Then the newspapers reached them. When it became clear to him that
there existed in Carmarthenshire so strong a doubt as to the validity
of the will under which the property was at present held, then Mr
Owen's visits to the house became rarer and different in their nature.
Then he was willing to be simply the friend of the family, and as such
he sought no especial interviews with Isabel. Between him and Isabel no
word was spoken as to the contents of the newspaper. But between Mr
Brodrick and the clergyman many words were spoken. Mr Brodrick declared
at once to his intended son-in-law his belief in the accusations which
were implied,which were implied at first, but afterwards made in
terms so frightfully clear. When such words as those were said and
printed there could, he urged, be no doubt as to what was believed in
Carmarthen. And why should it be believed without ground that any man
had done so hideous a deed as to destroy a will? The lawyer's hair
stood almost on end as he spoke of the atrocity; but yet he believed
it. Would a respectable newspaper such as the Carmarthen Herald
commit itself to such a course without the strongest assurance? What
was it to the Carmarthen Herald? Did not the very continuance of
the articles make it clear that the readers of the paper were in
accordance with the writer? Would the public of Carmarthen sympathise
in such an attack without the strongest ground? He, the attorney, fully
believed in Cousin Henry's guilt; but he was not on that account
sanguine as to the proof. If, during his sojourn at Llanfeare, either
immediately before the old squire's death or after it, but before the
funeral, he had been enabled to lay his hand upon the will and destroy
it, what hope would there be of evidence of such guilt? As to that idea
of forcing the man to tell such a tale against himself by the torment
of cross-examination, he did not believe it at all. A man who had been
strong enough to destroy a will would be too strong for that. Perhaps
he thought that any man would be too strong, not having known Cousin
Henry. Among all the possible chances which occurred to his mind,and
his mind at this time was greatly filled with such
considerations,nothing like the truth suggested itself to him. His
heart was tormented by the idea that the property had been stolen from
his child, that the glory of being father-in-law to Llanfeare had been
filched from himself, and that no hope for redress remained. He
sympathised altogether with the newspaper. He felt grateful to the
newspaper. He declared the editor to be a man specially noble and brave
in his calling. But he did not believe that the newspaper would do any
good either to him or to Isabel.
Mr Owen doubted altogether the righteousness of the proceeding as
regarded the newspaper. As far as he could see there was no evidence
against Cousin Henry. There seemed to him to be an injustice in
accusing a man of a great crime, simply because the crime might have
been possible, and would, if committed, have been beneficial to the
criminal. That plan of frightening the man into self-accusation by the
terrors of cross-examination was distasteful to him. He would not
sympathise with the newspaper. But still he found himself compelled to
retreat from that affectation of certainty in regard to Isabel which he
had assumed when he knew only that the will had been proved, and that
Cousin Henry was in possession of the property. He had regarded Isabel
and the property as altogether separated from each other. Now he
learned that such was not the general opinion in Carmarthenshire. It
was not his desire to push forward his suit with the heiress of
Llanfeare. He had been rejected on what he had acknowledged to be
fitting grounds while that had been her position. When the matter had
been altogether settled in Cousin Henry's favour, then he could come
Isabel was quite sure that the newspaper was right. Did she not
remember the dying words with which her uncle had told her that he had
again made her his heir? And had she not always clearly in her mind the
hang-dog look of that wretched man? She was strong-minded,but yet a
woman, with a woman's propensity to follow her feelings rather than
either facts or reason. Her lover had told her that her uncle had been
very feeble when those words had been spoken, with his mind probably
vague and his thoughts wandering. It had, perhaps, been but a dream.
Such words did not suffice as evidence on which to believe a man guilty
of so great a crime. She knew,so she declared to herself,that the
old man's words had not been vague. And as to those hang-dog
looks,her lover had told her that she should not allow a man's
countenance to go so far in evidence as that! In so judging she would
trust much too far to her own power of discernment. She would not
contradict him, but she felt sure of her discernment in that respect.
She did not in the least doubt the truth of the evidence conveyed by
the man's hang-dog face.
She had sworn to herself a thousand times that she would not covet
the house and property. When her uncle had first declared to her his
purpose of disinheriting her, she had been quite sure of herself that
her love for him should not be affected by the change. It had been her
pride to think that she could soar above any consideration of money and
be sure of her own nobility, even though she should be stricken with
absolute poverty. But now she was tempted to long that the newspaper
might be found to be right. Was there any man so fitted to be exalted
in the world, so sure to fill a high place with honour, as her lover?
Though she might not want Llanfeare for herself, was she not bound to
want it for his sake? He had told her how certain he was of her
heart,how sure he was that sooner or later he would win her hand. She
had almost begun to think that it must be so,that her strength would
not suffice for her to hold to her purpose. But how sweet would be her
triumph if she could turn to him and tell him that now the hour had
come in which she would be proud to become his wife! I love you well
enough to rejoice in giving you something, but too well to have been a
burden on you when I could give you nothing. That would be sweet to
her! Then there should be kisses! As for Cousin Henry, there was not
even pity in her heart towards him. It would be time to pity him when
he should have been made to give up the fruits of his wickedness and to
confess his faults.
Mrs Brodrick was not made to understand the newspapers, nor did she
care much about the work which they had taken in hand. If Isabel could
be made to accept that smaller legacy, so that Mr Owen might marry her
out of hand and take her away, that would be enough to satisfy Mrs
Brodrick. If Isabel were settled somewhere with Mr Owen, their joint
means being sufficient to make it certain that no calls would be made
on the paternal resources, that would satisfy Mrs Brodrick's craving in
regard to the Welsh property. She was not sure that she was anxious to
see the half-sister of her own children altogether removed from their
sphere and exalted so high. And then this smaller stroke of good
fortune might be so much more easily made certain! A single word from
Isabel herself, a word which any girl less endowed with wicked
obstinacy would have spoken at once, would make that sure and
immediate. Whereas this great inheritance which was to depend upon some
almost impossible confession of the man who enjoyed it, seemed to her
to be as distant as ever.
Bother the newspapers, she said to her eldest daughter; why
doesn't she write and sign the receipt, and take her income like any
one else? She was getting new boots at Jackson's yesterday, and where
is the money to come from? If any of you want new boots, papa is sure
to tell me of it!
Her spirit was embittered too by the severity of certain words which
her husband had spoken to her. Isabel had appealed to her father when
her step-mother had reproached her with being a burden in the house.
Papa, she had said, let me leave the house and earn something. I
can at any rate earn my bread.
Then Mr Brodrick had been very angry. He too had wished to
accelerate the marriage between his daughter and her lover, thinking
that she would surely accept the money on her lover's behalf. He too
had been annoyed at the persistency of her double refusal. But it had
been very far from his purpose to drive his girl from his house, or to
subject her to the misery of such reproaches as his wife had cast upon
My dear, he had said, there is no necessity for anything of the
kind. I and your mother are only anxious for your welfare. I think that
you should take your uncle's money, if not for your own sake, then for
the sake of him to whom we all hope that you will soon be married. But
putting that aside you are as well entitled to remain here as your
sisters, and, until you are married, here will be your home.
There was comfort in this, some small comfort, but it did not tend
to create pleasant intercourse between Isabel and her step-mother. Mrs
Brodrick was a woman who submitted herself habitually to her husband,
and intended to obey him, but one who nevertheless would not be
deterred from her own little purposes. She felt herself to be ill-used
by Isabel's presence in the house. Many years ago Isabel had been taken
away, and she had been given to understand that Isabel was removed for
ever. There was to be no more expense, no more trouble,there should
be no more jealousies in regard to Isabel. The old uncle had promised
to do everything, and that sore had been removed from her life. Now
Isabel had come back again, and insisted on remaining there,so
unnecessarily! Now again there were those boots to be bought at
Jackson's, and all those other increased expenditures which another
back, another head, another mouth, and another pair of feet must
create. And then it was so palpable that Hereford thought much of
Isabel, but thought little or nothing of her own girls. Such a one as
Mrs Brodrick was sure to make herself unpleasant in circumstances such
Isabel, she said to her one day, I didn't say anything about you
being turned out of the house.
Who has said that you did, mother?
You shouldn't have gone to your father and talked about going out
as a housemaid.
I told papa that if he thought it right, I would endeavour to earn
You told him that I had complained about you being here.
So you did. I had to tell him so, or I could not explain my
purpose. Of course I am a burden. Every human being who eats and wears
clothes and earns nothing is a burden. And I know that this is thought
of the more because it had been felt that I had beenbeen disposed
You could be disposed of now, as you call it, if you pleased.
But I do not please. That is a matter on which I will listen to no
dictation. Therefore it is that I wish that I could go away and earn my
own bread. I choose to be independent in that matter, and therefore I
ought to suffer for it. It is reasonable enough that I should be felt
to be a burden.
Then the other girls came in, and nothing more was said till, after
an hour or two, Mrs Brodrick and Isabel were again alone together.
I do think it very odd that you cannot take that money; I certainly
do, said Mrs Brodrick.
What is the use of going on about it? I shall not be made to take
And all those people at Carmarthen so sure that you are entitled to
ever so much more! I say nothing about burdens, but I cannot conceive
how you can reconcile it to your conscience when your poor papa has got
so many things to pay, and is so little able to pay them.
Then she paused, but as Isabel would not be enticed into any further
declaration of independence, she continued, It certainly is a setting
up of your own judgment against people who must know better. As for Mr
Owen, of course it will drive him to look for some one else. The young
man wants a wife, and of course he will find one. Then that chance will
In this way Isabel did not pass her time comfortably at Hereford.
CHAPTER XVII. Mr Cheekey
A month had been left for Cousin Henry to consider what he would
do,a month from the day in which he had been forced to accede to Mr
Apjohn's proposal up to that on which he would have to stand before the
barrister at Carmarthen, should he be brave enough at last to undergo
the ordeal. He had in truth resolved that he would not undergo the
ordeal. He was quite sure of himself that nothing short of cart-ropes
or of the police would drag him into the witness-box. But still there
was the month. There were various thoughts filling his mind. A great
expense was being incurred,most uselessly, if he intended to retreat
before the day came,and who would pay the money? There was hardly a
hope left in his bosom that the property would remain in his hands. His
hopes indeed now ran in altogether another direction. In what way might
he best get rid of the property? How most readily might he take himself
off from Llanfeare and have nothing more to do with the tenants and
their rents? But still it was he who would be responsible for this
terrible expense. It had been explained to him by the lawyer, that he
might either indict the proprietor of the newspaper on a criminal
charge or bring a civil action against him for damages. Mr Apjohn had
very strongly recommended the former proceeding. It would be cheaper,
he had said, and would show that the man who brought it had simply
wished to vindicate his own character. It would be cheaper in the
long-run,because, as the lawyer explained, it would not be so much
his object to get a verdict as to show by his presence in the court
that he was afraid of no one. Were he to sue for damages, and, as was
probable, not to get them, he must then bear the double expense of the
prosecution and defence. Such had been the arguments Mr Apjohn had
used; but he had considered also that if he could bind the man to
prosecute the newspaper people on a criminal charge, then the poor
victim would be less able to retreat. In such case as that, should the
victim's courage fail him at the last moment, a policeman could be made
to fetch him and force him into the witness-box. But in the conduct of
a civil action no such constraint could be put upon him. Knowing all
this, Mr Apjohn had eagerly explained the superior attractions of a
criminal prosecution, and Cousin Henry had fallen into the trap. He
understood it all now, but had not been ready enough to do so when the
choice had been within his power. He had now bound himself to
prosecute, and certainly would be dragged into Carmarthen, unless he
first made known the truth as to the will. If he did that, then he
thought that they would surely spare him the trial. Were he to say to
them, There; I have at last myself found the will. Here, behold it!
Take the will and take Llanfeare, and let me escape from my misery,
then surely they would not force him to appear in reference to a matter
which would have been already decided in their own favour. He had lost
that opportunity of giving up the will through Mr Griffith, but he was
still resolved that some other mode must be discovered before the month
should have run by. Every day was of moment, and yet the days passed on
and nothing was done. His last idea was to send the will to Mr Apjohn
with a letter, in which he would simply declare that he had just found
it amongst the sermons, and that he was prepared to go away. But as the
days flew by the letter was left unwritten, and the will was still
among the sermons.
It will be understood that all this was much talked of in
Carmarthen. Mr Henry Jones, of Llanfeare, was known to have indicted Mr
Gregory Evans, of the Carmarthen Herald, for the publication of
various wicked and malicious libels against himself; and it was known
also that Mr Apjohn was Mr Jones's attorney in carrying on the
prosecution. But not the less was it understood that Mr Apjohn and Mr
Evans were not hostile to each other in the matter. Mr Apjohn would be
quite honest in what he did. He would do his best to prove the
libel,on condition that his client were the honest owner of the
property in question. In truth, however, the great object of them all
was to get Henry Jones into a witness-box, so that, if possible, the
very truth might be extracted from him.
Day by day and week by week since the funeral the idea had grown and
become strong in Carmarthen that some wicked deed had been done. It
irked the hearts of them all that such a one as Henry Jones should do
such a deed and not be discovered. Old Indefer Jones had been respected
by his neighbours. Miss Brodrick, though not personally well known in
the county, had been spoken well of by all men. The idea that Llanfeare
should belong to her had been received with favour. Then had come that
altered intention in the old squire's mind, and the neighbours had
disapproved. Mr Apjohn had disapproved very strongly, and though he was
not without that reticence so essentially necessary to the character of
an attorney, his opinion had become known. Then the squire's return to
his old purpose was whispered abroad. The Cantors had spoken very
freely. Everything done and everything not done at Llanfeare was known
in Carmarthen. Mr Griffith had at length spoken, being the last to
abandon all hope as to Cousin Henry's honesty.
Every one was convinced that Cousin Henry had simply stolen the
property; and was it to be endured that such a deed as that should have
been done by such a man and that Carmarthen should not find it out? Mr
Apjohn was very much praised for his energy in having forced the man to
take his action against Mr Evans, and no one was more inclined to
praise him than Mr Evans himself. Those who had seen the man did
believe that the truth would be worked out of him; and those who had
only heard of him were sure that the trial would be a time of intense
interest in the borough. The sale of the newspaper had risen immensely,
and Mr Evans was quite the leading man of the hour.
So you are going to have Mr Balsam against me? said Mr Evans to Mr
Apjohn one day. Now Mr Balsam was a very respectable barrister, who for
many years had gone the Welsh circuit, and was chiefly known for the
mildness of his behaviour and an accurate knowledge of law,two gifts
hardly of much value to an advocate in an assize town.
Yes, Mr Evans. Mr Balsam, I have no doubt, will do all that we
I suppose you want to get me into prison?
Certainly, if it shall be proved that you have deserved it. The
libels are so manifest that it will be only necessary to read them to a
jury. Unless you can justify them, I think you will have to go to
I suppose so. You will come and see me, I am quite sure, Mr
I suppose Mr Cheekey will have something to say on your behalf
before it comes to that.
Now Mr John Cheekey was a gentleman about fifty years of age, who
had lately risen to considerable eminence in our criminal courts of
law. He was generally called in the profession,and perhaps sometimes
outside it,Supercilous Jack, from the manner he had of moving his
eyebrows when he was desirous of intimidating a witness. He was a
strong, young-looking, and generally good-humoured Irishman, who had a
thousand good points. Under no circumstances would he bully a
woman,nor would he bully a man, unless, according to his own mode of
looking at such cases, the man wanted bullying. But when that time did
come,and a reference to the Old Bailey and assize reports in general
would show that it came very often,Supercilious Jack would make his
teeth felt worse than any terrier. He could pause in his
cross-examination, look at a man, projecting his face forward by
degrees as he did so, in a manner which would crush any false witness
who was not armed with triple courage at his breast,and, alas! not
unfrequently a witness who was not false. For unfortunately, though Mr
Cheekey intended to confine the process to those who, as he said,
wanted bullying, sometimes he made mistakes. He was possessed also of
another precious gift,which, if he had not invented, he had brought
to perfection,that of bullying the judge also. He had found that by
doing so he could lower a judge in the estimation of the jury, and thus
diminish the force of a damnatory charge. Mr Cheekey's services had
been especially secured for this trial, and all the circumstances had
been accurately explained to him. It was felt that a great day would
have arrived in Carmarthen when Mr Cheekey should stand up in the court
to cross-examine Cousin Henry.
Yes, said Mr Evans, chuckling, I think that Mr Cheekey will have
something to say to it. What will be the result, Mr Apjohn? he asked
How am I to say? If he can only hold his own like a man, there
will, of course, be a verdict of guilty.
But can he? asked he of the newspaper.
I hope he may with all my heart,if he have done nothing that he
ought not to have done. In this matter, Mr Evans, I have altogether a
divided sympathy. I dislike the man utterly. I don't care who knows it.
No one knows it better than he himself. The idea of his coming here
over that young lady's head was from the first abhorrent to me. When I
saw him, and heard him, and found out what he was,such a poor,
cringing, cowardly wretch,my feeling was of course exacerbated. It
was terrible to me that the old squire, whom I had always respected,
should have brought such a man among us. But that was the old squire's
doing. He certainly did bring him, and as certainly intended to make
him his heir. If he did make him his heir, if that will which I read
was in truth the last will, then I hope most sincerely that all that Mr
Cheekey may do may be of no avail against him. If that be the case, I
shall be glad to have an opportunity of calling upon you in your new
But if there was another will, Mr Apjohn,a later will?
Then of course, there is the doubt whether this man be aware of
But if he be aware of it?
Then I hope that Mr Cheekey may tear him limb from limb.
But you feel sure that it is so?
Ah; I do not know about that. It is very hard to be sure of
anything. When I see him I do feel almost sure that he is guilty; but
when I think of it afterwards, I again have my doubts. It is not by men
of such calibre that great crimes are committed. I can hardly fancy
that he should have destroyed a will.
Or hidden it?
If it were hidden, he would live in agony lest it were discovered.
I used to think so when I knew that he passed the whole day sitting in
one room. Now he goes out for hours together. Two or three times he has
been down with old Griffith at Coed, and twice young Cantor found him
lying on the sea cliff. I doubt whether he would have gone so far
afield if the will were hidden in the house.
Can he have it on his own person?
He is not brave enough for that. The presence of it there would
reveal itself by the motion of his hands. His fingers would always be
on the pocket that contained it. I do not know what to think. And it is
because I am in doubt that I have brought him under Mr Cheekey's
thumbscrew. It is a case in which I would, if possible, force a man to
confess the truth even against himself. And for this reason I have
urged him to prosecute you. But as an honest man myself, I am bound to
hope that he may succeed if he be the rightful owner of Llanfeare.
No one believes it, Mr Apjohn. Not one in all Carmarthen believes
I will not say what I believe myself. Indeed I do not know. But I
do hope that by Mr Cheekey's aid or otherwise we may get at the truth.
In his own peculiar circle, with Mr Geary the attorney, with Mr
Jones the auctioneer, and Mr Powell, the landlord of the Bush Hotel, Mr
Evans was much more triumphant. Among them, and indeed, with the
gentlemen of Carmarthen generally, he was something of a hero. They did
believe it probable that the interloper would be extruded from the
property which did not belong to him, and that the doing of this would
be due to Mr Evans. Apjohn pretends to think that it is very
doubtful, said he to his three friends.
Apjohn isn't doubtful at all, said Mr Geary, but he is a little
cautious as to expressing himself.
Apjohn has behaved very well, remarked the innkeeper. If it
wasn't for him we should never have got the rascal to come forward at
all. He went out in one of my flies, but I won't let them charge for it
on a job like that.
I suppose you'll charge for bringing Cousin Henry into the court,
said the auctioneer. They had all got to call him Cousin Henry since
the idea had got abroad that he had robbed his Cousin Isabel.
I'd bring him too for nothing, and stand him his lunch into the
bargain, rather than that he shouldn't have the pleasure of meeting Mr
Cheekey will get it out of him, if there is anything to get, said
My belief is that Mr Cheekey will about strike him dumb. If he has
got anything in his bosom to conceal, he will be so awe-struck that he
won't be able to open his mouth. He won't be got to say he did it, but
he won't be able to say he didn't. This was Mr Geary's opinion.
What would that amount to? asked Mr Powell. I'm afraid they
couldn't give the place back to the young lady because of that.
The jury would acquit Mr Evans. That's about what it would amount
to, said the attorney.
And Cousin Henry would go back to Llanfeare, and have all his
troubles over, remarked Mr Jones. This they deemed to be a disastrous
termination to all the trouble which they were taking, but one which
seemed by no means improbable.
They all agreed that even Mr Cheekey would hardly be able to extract
from the man an acknowledgment that he had with his own hands destroyed
the will. Such a termination as that to a cross-examination had never
been known under the hands of the most expert of advocates. That Cousin
Henry might be stricken dumb, that he might faint, that he might be
committed for contempt of court,all these events were possible, or
perhaps, not impossible; but that he should say, Yes, I did it, I
burnt the will. Yes, I, with my own hands,that they all declared to
be impossible. And, if so, Cousin Henry would go back again to
Llanfeare confirmed in his possession of the property.
He will only laugh at us in his sleeve when it is over, said the
They little knew the torments which the man was enduring, or how
unlikely it was that he should laugh in his sleeve at any one. We are
too apt to forget when we think of the sins and faults of men how keen
may be their conscience in spite of their sins. While they were thus
talking of Cousin Henry, he was vainly endeavouring to console himself
with the reflection that he had not committed any great crime, that
there was still a road open to him for repentance, that if only he
might be allowed to escape and repent in London, he would be too glad
to resign Llanfeare and all its glories. The reader will hardly suppose
that Cousin Henry will return after the trial to laugh in his sleeve in
his own library in his own house.
A few days afterwards Mr Apjohn was up in town and had an interview
with Mr Balsam, the barrister. This client of mine does not seem to be
a nice sort of country gentleman, said Mr Balsam.
Anything but that. You will understand, Mr Balsam, that my only
object in persuading him to indict the paper has been to put him into a
witness-box. I told him so, of course. I explained to him that unless
he would appear there, he could never hold up his head.
And he took your advice.
Very unwillingly. He would have given his right hand to escape. But
I gave him no alternative. I so put it before him that he could not
refuse to do as I bade him without owning himself to be a rascal. Shall
I tell you what I think will come of it?
What will come of it?
He will not appear. I feel certain that he will not have the
courage to show himself in the court. When the day comes, or, perhaps,
a day or two before, he will run away.
What will you do then?
Ah, that's the question. What shall we do then? He is bound to
prosecute, and will have to pay the penalty. In such a case as this I
think we could have him found and brought into court for the next
assizes. But what could we do then? Though we were ever so rough to him
in the way of contempt of court and the rest of it, we cannot take the
property away. If he has got hold of the will and destroyed it, or
hidden it, we can do nothing as to the property as long as he is strong
enough to hold his tongue. If he can be made to speak, then I think we
shall get at it.
Mr Balsam shook his head. He was quite willing to believe that his
client was as base as Mr Apjohn represented him to be; but he was not
willing to believe that Mr Cheekey was as powerful as had been assumed.
CHAPTER XVIII. Cousin Henry Goes to
On his return from London Mr Apjohn wrote the following letter to
his client, and this he sent to Llanfeare by a clerk, who was
instructed to wait there for an answer:
MY DEAR SIR,
I have just returned from London, where I saw Mr Balsam,
who will be employed on your behalf at the assizes. It is
necessary that you should come into my office, so that I
may complete the instructions which are to be given to
counsel. As I could not very well do this at Llanfeare
without considerable inconvenience, I must give you this
trouble. My clerk who takes this out to you will bring
back your answer, saying whether eleven in the morning
to-morrow or three in the afternoon will best suit your
arrangements. You can tell him also whether you would wish
me to send a fly for you. I believe that you still keep
your uncle's carriage, in which case it would perhaps be
unnecessary. A message sent by the clerk will suffice, so
that you may be saved the trouble of writing.
The clerk had made his way into the book-room in which Cousin Henry
was sitting, and stood there over him while he was reading the letter.
He felt sure that it had been arranged by Mr Apjohn that it should be
so, in order that he might not have a moment to consider the reply
which he would send. Mr Apjohn had calculated, traitor that he was to
the cause of his client,so thought Cousin Henry,that the man's
presence would rob him of his presence of mind so as to prevent him
from sending a refusal.
I don't see why I should go into Carmarthen at all, he said.
Oh, sir, it's quite essential,altogether essential in a case such
as this. You are bound to prosecute, and of course you must give your
instructions. If Mr Apjohn were to bring everything out here for the
purpose, the expense would be tremendous. In going there, it will only
be the fly, and it will all be done in five minutes.
Who will be there? asked Cousin Henry after a pause.
I shall be there, answered the clerk, not unnaturally putting
himself first, and Mr Apjohn, and perhaps one of the lads.
There won't be anybarrister? asked Cousin Henry, showing the
extent of his fear by his voice and his countenance.
Oh, dear, no; they won't be here till the assizes. A barrister
never sees his own client. You'll go in as a witness, and will have
nothing to do with the barristers till you're put up face to face
before them in the witness-box. Mr Balsam is a very mild gentleman.
He is employed by me?
Oh, yes; he's on our side. His own side never matters much to a
witness. It's when the other side tackles you!
Who is the other side? asked Cousin Henry.
Haven't you heard? The voice in which this was said struck terror
to the poor wretch's soul. There was awe in it and pity, and something
almost of advice,as though the voice were warning him to prepare
against the evil which was threatening him. They have got Mr Cheekey!
Here the voice became even more awful. I knew they would when I first
heard what the case was to be. They've got Mr Cheekey. They don't care
much about money when they're going it like that. There are many of
them I have known awful enough, but he's the awfullest.
He can't eat a fellow, said Cousin Henry, trying to look like a
man with good average courage.
No; he can't eat a fellow. It isn't that way he does it. I've known
some of 'em who looked as though they were going to eat a man; but he
looks as though he were going to skin you, and leave you bare for the
birds to eat you. He's gentle enough at first, is Mr Cheekey.
What is it all to me? asked Cousin Henry.
Oh, nothing, sir. To a gentleman like you who knows what he's about
it's all nothing. What can Mr Cheekey do to a gentleman who has got
nothing to conceal? But when a witness has something to hide,and
sometimes there will be something,then it is that Mr Cheekey comes
out strong. He looks into a man and sees that it's there, and then he
turns him inside out till he gets at it. That's what I call skinning a
witness. I saw a poor fellow once so knocked about by Mr Cheekey that
they had to carry him down speechless out of the witness-box.
It was a vivid description of all that Cousin Henry had pictured to
himself. And he had actually, by his own act, subjected himself to this
process! Had he been staunch in refusing to bring any action against
the newspaper, Mr Cheekey would have been powerless in reference to
him. And now he was summoned into Carmarthen to prepare himself by
minor preliminary pangs for the torture of the auto-da-fé which was to
be made of him.
I don't see why I should go into Carmarthen at all, he said,
having paused a while after the eloquent description of the barrister's
Not come into Carmarthen! Why, sir, you must complete the
I don't see it at all.
Then do you mean to back out of it altogether, Mr Jones? I wouldn't
be afeared by Mr Cheekey like that!
Then it occurred to him that if he did mean to back out of it
altogether he could do so better at a later period, when they might
hardly be able to catch him by force and bring him as a prisoner before
the dreaded tribunal. And as it was his purpose to avoid the trial by
giving up the will, which he would pretend to have found at the moment
of giving it up, he would ruin his own project,as he had done so many
projects before,by his imbecility at the present moment. Cheekey
would not be there in Mr Apjohn's office, nor the judge and jury and
all the crowd of the court to look at him.
I don't mean to back out at all, he said; and it's very
impertinent of you to say so.
I didn't mean impertinence, Mr Jones;only it is necessary you
should come into Mr Apjohn's office.
Very well; I'll come to-morrow at three.
And about the fly, Mr Jones?
I can come in my own carriage.
Of course. That's what Mr Apjohn said. But if I may make so bold,
Mr Jones,wouldn't all the people in Carmarthen know the old Squire's
Here was another trouble. Yes; all the people in Carmarthen would
know the old Squire's carriage, and after all those passages in the
newspapers,believing, as he knew they did, that he had stolen the
property,would clamber up on the very wheels to look at him! The
clerk had been right in that.
I don't mean it for any impertinence, Mr Jones; but wouldn't it be
better just to come in and to go out quiet in one of Mr Powell's
Very well, said Cousin Henry. Let the fly come.
I thought it would be best, said the clerk, taking cowardly
advantage of his success over the prostrate wretch. What's the use of
a gentleman taking his own carriage through the streets on such an
occasion as this? They are so prying into everything in Carmarthen.
Now, when they see the Bush fly, they won't think as anybody particular
is in it. And so it was settled. The fly should be at Llanfeare by two
o'clock on the following day.
Oh, if he could but die! If the house would fall upon him and crush
him! There had not been a word spoken by that reptile of a clerk which
he had not understood,not an arrow cast at him the sting of which did
not enter into his very marrow! Oh, nothing, sir, to a gentleman like
you. The man had looked at him as he had uttered the words with a full
appreciation of the threat conveyed. They've got a rod in pickle for
you,for you, who have stolen your cousin's estate! Mr Cheekey is
coming for you! That was what the miscreant of a clerk had said to
him. And then, though he had found himself compelled to yield to that
hint about the carriage, how terrible was it to have to confess that he
was afraid to be driven through Carmarthen in his own carriage!
He must go into Carmarthen and face Mr Apjohn once again. That was
clear. He could not now send the will in lieu of himself. Why had he
not possessed the presence of mind to say to the clerk at once that no
further steps need be taken? No further steps need be taken. I have
found the will. Here it is. I found it this very morning among the
books. Take it to Mr Apjohn, and tell him I have done with Llanfeare
and all its concerns. How excellent would have been the opportunity!
And it would not have been difficult for him to act his part amidst the
confusion to which the clerk would have been brought by the greatness
of the revelation made to him. But he had allowed the chance to pass,
and now he must go into Carmarthen!
At half-past two the following day he put himself into the fly.
During the morning he had taken the will out of the book, determined to
carry it with him to Carmarthen in his pocket. But when he attempted to
enclose it in an envelope for the purpose, his mind misgave him and he
restored it. Hateful as was the property to him, odious as were the
house and all things about it, no sooner did the doing of the act by
which he was to release himself from them come within the touch of his
fingers, than he abandoned the idea. At such moments the estate would
again have charms for him, and he would remember that such a deed, when
once done, would admit of no recall.
I am glad to see you, Mr Jones, said the attorney as his client
entered the inner office. There are a few words which must be settled
between you and me before the day comes, and no time has to be lost.
Sit down, Mr Ricketts, and write the headings of the questions and
answers. Then Mr Jones can initial them afterwards.
Mr Ricketts was the clerk who had come out to Llanfeare. Cousin
Henry sat silent as Mr Ricketts folded his long sheet of folio paper
with a double margin. Here was a new terror to him; and as he saw the
preparations he almost made up his mind that he would on no account
sign his name to anything.
The instructions to be given to Mr Balsam were in fact very simple,
and need not here be recapitulated. His uncle had sent for him to
Llanfeare, had told him that he was to be the heir, had informed him
that a new will had been made in his favour. After his uncle's death
and subsequent to the funeral, he had heard a will read, and under that
will had inherited the property. As far as he believed, or at any rate
as far as he knew, that was his uncle's last will and testament. These
were the instructions which, under Mr Apjohn's advice, were to be given
to Mr Balsam as to his (Cousin Henry's) direct evidence.
Then Cousin Henry, remembering his last communication to Farmer
Griffith, remembering also all that the two Cantors could prove, added
something on his own account.
I saw the old man writing up in his room, he said, copying
something which I knew to be a will. I was sure then he was going to
make another change and take the property from me. No; I asked him no
questions. I thought it very cruel, but it was of no use for me to say
anything. No; he didn't tell me what he was about; but I knew it was
another will. I wouldn't condescend to ask a question. When the Cantors
said that they had witnessed a will, I never doubted them. When you
came there to read the will, I supposed it would be found. Like enough
it's there now, if proper search were made. I can tell all that to Mr
Balsam if he wants to know it.
Why didn't you tell me all this before? said Mr Apjohn.
It isn't much to tell. It's only what I thought. If what the
Cantors said and what you all believed yourselves didn't bring you to
the will, nothing I could say would help you. It doesn't amount to more
than thinking after all.
Then Mr Apjohn was again confused and again in doubt. Could it be
possible after all that the conduct on the part of the man which had
been so prejudicial to him in the eyes of all men had been produced
simply by the annoyances to which he had been subjected? It was still
possible that the old man had himself destroyed the document which he
had been tempted to make, and that they had all of them been most
unjust to this poor fellow. He added, however, all the details of this
new story to the instructions which were to be given to Mr Balsam, and
to which Cousin Henry did attach his signature.
Then came some further conversation about Mr Cheekey, which,
however, did not take an official form. What questions Mr Cheekey might
ask would be between Mr Cheekey and the other attorney, and formed no
part of Mr Apjohn's direct business. He had intended to imbue his
client with something of the horror with which his clerk had been
before him in creating, believing that the cause of truth would be
assisted by reducing the man to the lowest condition of mean terror.
But this new story somewhat changed his purpose. If the man were
innocent,if there were but some small probability of his
innocence,was it not his duty to defend him as a client from
ill-usage on the part of Cheekey? That Cheekey must have his way with
him was a matter of course,that is, if Cousin Henry appeared at all;
but a word or two of warning might be of service.
You will be examined on the other side by Mr Cheekey, he said,
intending to assume a pleasant voice. At the hearing of the awful name,
sweat broke out on Cousin Henry's brow. You know what his line will
I don't know anything about it.
He will attempt to prove that another will was made.
I do not deny it. Haven't I said that I think another will was
And that you are either aware of its existence here Mr Apjohn
paused, having resumed that stern tone of his voice which was so
disagreeable to Cousin Henry's earsor that you have destroyed it.
What right has he got to say that I have destroyed it? I have
Mr Apjohn marked the words well, and was again all but convinced
that his client was not innocent. He will endeavour to make a jury
believe from words coming out of your own mouth, or possibly by your
silence, that you have either destroyed the deed,or have concealed
Cousin Henry thought a moment whether he had concealed the will or
not. No! he had not put it within the book. The man who hides a thing
is the man who conceals the thing,not a man who fails to tell that he
has found it.
Orconcealed it, repeated Mr Apjohn with that peculiar voice of
I have not concealed it, said the victim.
Nor know where it lies hidden? Ghastly pale he became,livid,
almost blue by degrees. Though he was fully determined to give up the
will, he could not yield to the pressure now put upon him. Nor could he
withstand it. The question was as terrible to him as though he had
entertained no idea of abandoning the property. To acknowledge that he
knew all along where it was hidden would be to confess his guilt and to
give himself up to the tormentors of the law.
Nor know where it lies hidden? repeated Mr Apjohn, in a low voice.
Go out of the room, Ricketts, he said. Nor know where it lies
hidden? he asked a third time when the clerk had closed the door
I know nothing about it, gasped the poor man.
You have nothing beyond that to say to me?
You would rather that it should be left to Mr Cheekey? If there be
anything further that you can say, I should be more tender with you
And here, in this room, there is no public to gaze upon you.
Nothing, he gasped again.
Very well. So be it. Ricketts, see if the fly be there for Mr
Jones. A few minutes afterwards his confidential clerk was alone with
him in the room.
I have learned so much, Ricketts, said he. The will is still in
existence. I am sure of that. And he knows its whereabouts. We shall
have Miss Brodrick there before Christmas yet.
CHAPTER XIX. Mr Apjohn Sends for
The last words in the last chapter were spoken by Mr Apjohn to his
confidential clerk in a tone of triumph. He had picked up something
further, and, conscious that he had done so by his own ingenuity, was
for a moment triumphant. But when he came to think over it all
alone,and he spent many hours just at present in thinking of this
matter,he was less inclined to be self-satisfied. He felt that a
great responsibility rested with him, and that this weighed upon him
peculiarly at the present moment. He was quite sure not only that a
later will had been made, but that it was in existence. It was
concealed somewhere, and Cousin Henry knew the secret of its
hiding-place. It had existed, at any rate, that morning; but now came
the terrible question whether the man, driven to his last gasp in his
misery, would not destroy it. Not only had Mr Apjohn discovered the
secret, but he was well aware that Cousin Henry was conscious that he
had done so, and yet not a word had been spoken between them which,
should the will now be destroyed, could be taken as evidence that it
had ever existed. Let the paper be once burnt, and Cousin Henry would
be safe in possession of the property. Mr Cheekey might torment his
victim, but certainly would not extract from him a confession such as
that. The hiding of the will, the very place in which it was hidden,
might possibly be extracted. It was conceivable that ingenuity on one
side and abject terror on the other might lead a poor wretch to betray
the secret; but a man who has committed a felony will hardly confess
the deed in a court of law. Something of all this would, thought Mr
Apjohn, occur to Cousin Henry himself, and by this very addition to his
fears he might be driven to destroy the will. The great object now
should be to preserve a document which had lived as it were a charmed
life through so many dangers. If anything were to be done with this
object,anything new,it must be done at once. Even now, while he was
thinking of it, Cousin Henry was being taken slowly home in Mr Powell's
fly, and might do the deed as soon as he found himself alone in the
book-room. Mr Apjohn was almost sure that the will was concealed
somewhere in the book-room. That long-continued sojourn in the chamber,
of which the whole country had heard so much, told him that it was so.
He was there always, watching the hiding-place. Would it be well that
searchers should again be sent out, and that they should be instructed
never to leave that room till after Cousin Henry's examination should
be over? If so, it would be right that a man should be sent off
instantly on horseback, so as to prevent immediate destruction. But
then he had no power to take such a step in reference to another man's
house. It was a question whether any magistrate would give him such a
warrant, seeing that search had already been made, and that, on the
failure of such search, that Squire's will had already been proved. A
man's house is his castle, let the suspicion against him be what it
may, unless there be evidence to support it. Were he to apply to a
magistrate, he could only say that the man's own manner and mode of
speech had been evidence of his guilt. And yet how much was there
hanging, perhaps, on the decision of the moment! Whether the property
should go to the hands of her who was entitled to enjoy it, or remain
in the possession of a thief such as this, might so probably depend on
the action which should be taken, now, at this very instant!
Mr Ricketts, his confidential clerk, was the only person with whom
he had fully discussed all the details of the case,the only person to
whom he had expressed his own thoughts as they had occurred to him. He
had said a word to the clerk in triumph as Cousin Henry left him, but a
few minutes afterwards recalled him with an altered tone. Ricketts,
he said, the man has got that will with him in the book-room at
Or in his pocket, sir, suggested Ricketts.
I don't think it. Wherever it be at this moment, he has not placed
it there himself. The Squire put it somewhere, and he has found it.
The Squire was very weak when he made that will, sir, said the
clerk. Just at that time he was only coming down to the dining-room,
when the sun shone in just for an hour or two in the day. If he put the
will anywhere, it would probably be in his bed-room.
The man occupies another chamber? asked the attorney.
Yes, sir; the same room he had before his uncle died.
It's in the book-room, repeated Mr Apjohn.
Then he must have put it there.
But he didn't. From his manner, and from a word or two that he
spoke, I feel sure that the paper has been placed where it is by other
The old man never went into the book-room. I heard every detail of
his latter life from Mrs Griffith when the search was going on. He
hadn't been there for more than a month. If he wanted anything out of
the book-room, after the young lady went away, he sent Mrs Griffith for
What did he send for? asked Mr Apjohn.
He used to read a little sometimes, said the clerk.
Sermons? suggested Mr Apjohn. For many years past he has read
sermons to himself whenever he has failed in going to church. I have
seen the volumes there on the table in the parlour when I have been
with him. Did they search the books?
Had every volume off the shelves, sir.
And opened every one of them?
That I can't tell. I wasn't there.
Every volume should have been shaken, said Mr Apjohn.
It's not too late yet, sir, said the clerk.
But how are we to get in and do it? I have no right to go into his
house, or any man's, to search it.
He wouldn't dare to hinder you, sir.
Then there was a pause before anything further was said.
The step is such a strong one to take, said the lawyer, when one
is guided only by one's own inner conviction. I have no tittle of
evidence in my favour to prove anything beyond the fact that the old
Squire in the latter days of his life did make a will which has not
been found. For that we have searched, and, not finding it, have been
forced to admit to probate the last will which we ourselves made. Since
that nothing has come to my knowledge. Guided partly by the man's ways
while he has been at Llanfeare, and partly by his own manner and
hesitation, I have come to a conclusion in my own mind; but it is one
which I would hardly dare to propose to a magistrate as a ground for
But if he consented, sir?
Still, I should be hardly able to justify myself for such intrusion
if nothing were found. We have no right to crush the poor creature
because he is so easily crushable. I feel already pricks of conscience
because I am bringing down Jack Cheekey upon him. If it all be as I
have suggested,that the will is hidden, let us say in some volume of
sermons there,what probability is there that he will destroy it now?
He would before the trial, I think.
But not at once? I think not. He will not allow himself to be
driven to the great crime till the last moment. It is quite on the
cards that his conscience will even at last be too strong for it.
We owe him something, sir, for not destroying it when he first
Not a doubt! If we are right in all this, we do owe him
something,at any rate, charity enough to suppose that the doing of
such a deed must be very distasteful to him. When I think of it I doubt
whether he'll do it at all.
He asked me why they didn't come and search again.
Did he? I shouldn't wonder if the poor devil would be glad enough
to be relieved from it all. I'll tell you what I'll do, Ricketts. I'll
write to Miss Brodrick's father, and ask him to come over here before
the trial. He is much more concerned in the matter than I am, and
should know as well what ought to be done.
The letter was written urging Mr Brodrick to come at once. I have
no right to tell you, Mr Apjohn said in his letter, that there is
ground for believing that such a document as that I have described is
still existing. I might too probably be raising false hope were I to do
so. I can only tell you of my own suspicion, explaining to you at the
same time on what ground it is founded. I think it would be well that
you should come over and consult with me whether further steps should
be taken. If so, come at once. The trial is fixed for Friday the 30th.
This was written on Thursday the 22nd. There was, therefore, not much
more than a week's interval.
You will come with me, said Mr Brodrick to the Rev. William Owen,
after showing to him the letter from the attorney at Hereford.
Why should I go with you?
I would wish you to do soon Isabel's behalf.
Isabel and I are nothing to each other.
I am sorry to hear you say that. It was but the other day that you
declared that she should be your wife in spite of herself.
So she shall, if Mr Henry Jones be firmly established at Llanfeare.
It was explained to me before why your daughter, as owner of Llanfeare,
ought not to marry me, and, as I altogether agreed with the reason
given, it would not become me to take any step in this matter. As owner
of Llanfeare she will be nothing to me. It cannot therefore be right
that I should look after her interests in that direction. On any other
subject I would do anything for her.
The father no doubt felt that the two young people were self-willed,
obstinate, and contradictory. His daughter wouldn't marry the clergyman
because she had been deprived of her property. The clergyman now
refused to marry his daughter because it was presumed that her property
might be restored to her. As, however, he could not induce Mr Owen to
go with him to Carmarthen, he determined to go alone. He did not give
much weight to this new story. It seemed to him certain that the man
would destroy the will,or would already have destroyed it,if in the
first instance he was wicked enough to conceal it. Still the matter was
so great and the question so important to his daughter's interest that
he felt himself compelled to do as Mr Apjohn had proposed. But he did
not do it altogether as Mr Apjohn had proposed. He allowed other
matters to interfere, and postponed his journey till Tuesday the 27th
of the month. Late on that evening he reached Carmarthen, and at once
went to Mr Apjohn's house.
Cousin Henry's journey into Carmarthen had been made on the previous
Thursday, and since that day no new steps had been taken to unravel the
mystery,none at least which had reference to Llanfeare. No further
search had been made among the books. All that was known in Carmarthen
of Cousin Henry during these days was that he remained altogether
within the house. Were he so minded, ample time was allowed to him for
the destruction of any document. In the town, preparation went on in
the usual way for the assizes, at which the one case of interest was to
be the indictment of Mr Evans for defamation of character. It was now
supposed by the world at large that Cousin Henry would come into court;
and because this was believed of him there was something of a slight
turn of public opinion in his favour. It would hardly be the case that
the man, if really guilty, would encounter Mr Cheekey.
During the days that had elapsed, even Mr Apjohn himself had lost
something of his confidence. If any further step was to be taken, why
did not the young lady's father himself come and take it? Why had he
been so dilatory in a matter which was of so much greater importance to
himself than to any one else? But now the two attorneys were together,
and it was necessary that they should decide upon doing something,or
I hoped you would have been here last week, said Mr Apjohn.
I couldn't get away. There were things I couldn't possibly leave.
It is so important, said Mr Apjohn.
Of course it is important,of most vital importance,if there be
I have told you exactly what I think and feel.
Yes, yes. I know how much more than kind, how honourable you have
been in all this matter. You still think that the will is hidden?
I did think so.
Something has changed your opinion?
I can hardly say that either, said Mr Apjohn. There was ground on
which to form my opinion, and I do not know that there is any ground
for changing it. But in such a matter the mind will vacillate. I did
think that he had found the will shut up in a volume of sermons, in a
volume which his uncle had been reading during his illness, and that he
had left the book in its place upon the shelf. That, you will say, is a
conclusion too exact for man to reach without anything in the shape of
I do not say so; but then as yet I hardly know the process by which
that belief has been reached.
But I say so;I say that is too exact. There is more of
imagination in it than of true deduction. I certainly should not
recommend another person to proceed far on such reasoning. You see it
has been in this way. Then he explained to his brother attorney the
process of little circumstances by which he had arrived at his own
opinion;the dislike of the man to leave the house, his clinging to
one room, his manifest possession of a secret as evinced by his
conversations with Farmer Griffith, his continual dread of something,
his very clinging to Llanfeare as a residence which would not have been
the case had he destroyed the will, his exaggerated fear of the coming
cross-examination, his ready assertion that he had destroyed nothing
and hidden nothing,but his failure to reply when he was asked whether
he was aware of any such concealment. Then the fact that the books had
not been searched themselves, that the old Squire had never personally
used the room, but had used a book or one or two books which had been
taken from it; that these books had been volumes which had certainly
been close to him in those days when the lost will was being written.
All these and other little details known to the reader made the process
by which Mr Apjohn had arrived at the conclusion which he now
endeavoured to explain to Mr Brodrick.
I grant that the chain is slight, said Mr Apjohn, so slight that
a feather may break it. The strongest point in it all was the look on
the man's face when I asked him the last question. Now I have told you
everything, and you must decide what we ought to do.
But Mr Brodrick was a man endowed with lesser gifts than those of
the other attorney. In such a matter Mr Apjohn was sure to lead. What
do you think yourself?
I would propose that we, you and I, should go together over to
Llanfeare to-morrow and ask him to allow us to make what further search
we may please about the house. If he permitted this
But would he?
I think he would. I am not at all sure but what he would wish to
have the will found. If he did, we could begin and go through every
book in the library. We would begin with the sermons, and soon know
whether it be as I have suggested.
But if he refused?
Then I think I would make bold to insist on remaining there while
you went to a magistrate. I have indeed already prepared Mr Evans of
Llancolly, who is the nearest magistrate. I would refuse to leave the
room, and you would then return with a search warrant and a policeman.
But as for opening the special book or books, I could do that with or
without his permission. While you talk to him I will look round the
room and see where they are. I don't think much of it all, Mr Brodrick;
but when the stake is so high, it is worth playing for. If we fail in
this, we can then only wait and see what the redoubtable Mr Cheekey may
be able to do for us.
Thus it was settled that Mr Brodrick and Mr Apjohn should go out to
Llanfeare on the following morning.
CHAPTER XX. Doubts
I know nothing about it, Cousin Henry had gasped out when asked by
Mr Apjohn, when Ricketts, the clerk, had left the room, whether he knew
where the will was hidden. Then, when he had declared he had nothing
further to say, he was allowed to go away.
As he was carried back in the fly he felt certain that Mr Apjohn
knew that there had been a will, knew that the will was still in
existence, knew that it had been hidden by some accident, and knew also
that he, Henry Jones, was aware of the place of concealment. That the
man should have been so expert in reading the secret of his bosom was
terrible to him. Had the man suspected him of destroying the will,a
deed the doing of which might have been so naturally suspected,that
would have been less terrible. He had done nothing, had committed no
crime, was simply conscious of the existence of a paper which it was a
duty, not of him, but of others to find, and this man, by his fearful
ingenuity, had discovered it all! Now it was simply necessary that the
place should be indicated, and in order that he himself might be forced
to indicate it, Mr Cheekey was to be let loose upon him!
How impossible,how almost impossible had he found it to produce a
word in answer to that one little question from Mr Apjohn! Nor know
where it is hidden? He had so answered it as to make it manifest that
he did know. He was conscious that he had been thus weak, though there
had been nothing in Mr Apjohn's manner to appal him. How would it be
with him when, hour after hour, question after question should be
demanded of him, when that cruel tormentor should stand there glaring
at him in presence of all the court? There would be no need of such
hour,no need of that prolonged questioning. All that was wanted of
him would be revealed at once. The whole secret would be screwed out of
him by the first turn of the tormentor's engine.
There was but one thing quite fixed in his mind. Nothing should
induce him to face Mr Cheekey, unless he should have made himself
comparatively safe by destroying the will. In that way he almost
thought he might be safe. The suffering would be great. The rack and
the thumbscrew, the boots and the wheel, would, to the delight of all
those present, be allowed to do their work upon him for hours. It would
be a day to him terrible to anticipate, terrible to endure, terrible
afterwards in his memory; but he thought that not even Mr Cheekey
himself would be able to extract from him the admission of such a deed
And then by the deed he would undoubtedly acquire Llanfeare. The
place itself was not dear to him, but there was rising in his heart so
strong a feeling of hatred against those who were oppressing him that
it seemed to him almost a duty to punish them by continued possession
of the property. In this way he could triumph over them all. If once he
could come down from Mr Cheekey's grasp alive, if he could survive
those fearful hours, he would walk forth from the court the undoubted
owner of Llanfeare. It would be as though a man should endure some
excruciating operation under the hands of a surgeon, with the assured
hope that he might enjoy perfect health afterwards for the remainder of
To destroy the will was his only chance of escape. There was nothing
else left to him, knowing, as he did, that it was impossible for him to
put an end to his own life with his own hands. These little plots of
his, which he had planned for the revelation of his secret without the
acknowledgment of guilt, had all fallen to pieces as he attempted to
execute them. He began to be aware of himself that anything that
required skill in the execution was impossible to him. But to burn the
will he was capable. He could surely take the paper from its
hiding-place and hold it down with the poker when he had thrust it
between the bars. Or, as there was no fire provided in these summer
months, he could consume it by the light of his candle when the dead
hours of the night had come upon him. He had already resolved that,
when he had done so, he would swallow the tell-tale ashes. He believed
of himself that all that would be within his power, if only he could
determine upon the doing of it.
And he thought that the deed when done would give him a new courage.
The very danger to which he would have exposed himself would make him
brave to avoid it. Having destroyed the will, and certain that no eye
had seen him, conscious that his safety depended on his own reticence,
he was sure that he would keep his secret even before Mr Cheekey.
I know nothing of the will, he would say; I have neither seen it,
nor hidden it, nor found it, nor destroyed it.
Knowing what would be the consequences were he to depart from the
assertion, he would assuredly cling to it. He would be safer then, much
safer than in his present vacillating, half-innocent position.
As he was carried home in the fly, his mind was so intent upon this,
he was so anxious to resolve to bring himself to do the deed, that he
hardly knew where he was when the fly stopped at his hall door. As he
entered his house, he stared about him as though doubtful of his
whereabouts, and then, without speaking a word, made his way into the
book-room, and seated himself on his accustomed chair. The woman came
to him and asked him whether money should not be given to the driver.
What driver? said he. Let him go to Mr Apjohn. It is Mr Apjohn's
business, not mine. Then he got up and shut the door violently as the
Yes; it was Mr Apjohn's business; and he thought that he could put a
spoke into the wheel of Mr Apjohn's business. Mr Apjohn was not only
anxious to criminate him now, but had been anxious when such anxiety on
his part had been intrusive and impertinent. Mr Apjohn had, from first
to last, been his enemy, and by his enmity had created that fatal
dislike which his uncle had felt for him. Mr Apjohn was now determined
to ruin him. Mr Apjohn had come out to him at Llanfeare, pretending to
be his lawyer, his friend, his advisor, and had recommended this
treacherous indictment merely that he might be able to subject him to
the torments of Mr Cheekey's persecution. Cousin Henry could see it all
now! So, at least, Cousin Henry told himself.
He is a clever fellow, and he thinks that I am a fool. Perhaps he
is right, but he will find that the fool has been too many for him.
It was thus that he communed with himself.
He had his dinner and sat by himself during the whole evening, as
had been his practice every day since his uncle's death. But yet this
peculiar night seemed to him to be eventful. He felt himself to be
lifted into some unwonted eagerness of life, something approaching to
activity. There was a deed to be done, and though he was not as yet
doing it, though he did not think that he intended to do it that very
night, yet the fact that he had made up his mind made him in some sort
aware that the dumb spirit which would not speak had been exorcised,
and that the crushing dullness of the latter days had passed away from
him. No; he could not do it that night; but he was sure that he would
do it. He had looked about for a way of escape, and had been as though
a dead man while he could not find it. He had lived in terror of Mrs
Griffith the housekeeper, of Farmer Griffith, of the two Cantors, of Mr
Apjohn, of that tyrant Cheekey, of his own shadow,while he and that
will were existing together in the same room. But it should be so no
longer. There was one way of escape, and he would take it!
Then he went on thinking of what good things might be in store for
him. His spirit had hitherto been so quenched by the vicinity of the
will that he had never dared to soar into thoughts of the enjoyment of
money. There had been so black a pall over everything that he had not
as yet realised what it was that Llanfeare might do for him. Of course
he could not live there. Though he should have to leave the house
untenanted altogether, it would matter but little. There was no law to
make a man live on his own estate. He calculated that he would be able
to draw £1500 a year from the property;£1500 a year! That would be
clearly his own; on which no one could lay a finger; and what enjoyment
could he not buy with £1500 a year?
With a great resolve to destroy the will he went to bed, and slept
through the night as best he could. In the dark of his chamber, when
the candle was out, and he was not yet protected by his bed, there came
a qualm upon him. But the deed was not yet done, and the qualm was kept
under, and he slept. He even repeated the Lord's Prayer to himself when
he was under the clothes, struggling, however, as he did so, not to
bring home to himself that petition as to the leading into temptation
and the deliverance from evil.
The next day, the Friday, and the Saturday were passed in the same
way. The resolution was still there, but the qualms came every night.
And the salve to the qualm was always the same remembrance that the
deed had not been done yet. And the prayer was always said, morning and
night, with the same persistent rejection of those words which, in his
present condition, were so damning to him,rejection from the
intelligence though with the whispering voice the words were spoken.
But still there was the resolve the same as ever. There was no other
way of escape. A stag, when brought to bay, will trample upon the
hounds. He would trample upon them. Llanfeare should all be his own. He
would not return to his clerk's desk to be the scorn of all men,to
have it known that he had fraudulently kept the will hidden, and then
revealed it, not of grace, but because he was afraid of Mr Cheekey. His
mind was quite made up. But the deed need not be yet done. The fewer
nights that he would have to pass in that house, after the doing of the
deed, the better.
The trial was to be on the Friday. He would not postpone the deed
till the last day, as it might be then that emissaries might come to
him, watching him to see that he did not escape. And yet it would be
well for him to keep his hands clean from the doing of it up to the
last moment. He was quite resolved. There was no other escape. And
yetyetyet, who would say what might not happen? Till the deed
should have been done, there would yet be a path open to the sweet
easiness of innocence. When it should have been done, there would be a
final adieu to innocence. There would be no return to the white way, no
possibility of repentance! How could a man repent while he was still
holding the guilty prize which he had won? Or how could he give up the
prize without delivering himself as a criminal to the law? But,
nevertheless, he was resolved, and he determined that the deed should
be done on the Tuesday night.
During the whole Tuesday he was thinking of it. Could he bring
himself to believe that all that story of a soul tormented for its
wickedness in everlasting fire was but an old woman's tale? If he could
but bring himself to believe that! If he could do that, then could he
master his qualms. And why not? Religious thoughts had hitherto but
little troubled his life. The Church and her services had been nothing
to him. He had lived neither with the fear nor with the love of God at
his heart. He knew that, and was but little disposed to think that a
line of conduct which had never been hitherto adopted by him would be
embraced in his later life. He could not think of himself as being even
desirous to be religious. Why, then, should qualms afflict him?
That prayer which he was accustomed to repeat to himself as he went
to rest was but a trick of his youth. It had come down to him from old,
innocent days; and though it was seldom omitted, without a shiver,
nevertheless it was repeated with contempt. In broad daylight, or when
boon companions had been with him round the candles, blasphemy had
never frightened him. But now,now in his troubles, he remembered that
there was a hell. He could not shake from himself the idea. For
unrepented sin there was an eternity of torment which would last for
ever! Such sin as this which he premeditated must remain unrepented,
and there would be torment for him for ever. Nevertheless, he must do
it. And, after all, did not many of the wise ones of the earth justify
him in thinking that that threat was but an old woman's tale?
Tuesday night came,the late hours of Tuesday night,the midnight
hour at which he was sure that the women were in bed, and the will was
taken out from its hiding-place. He had already trimmed the wick and
placed the candle on an outspread newspaper, so that no fragment of the
ash should fall where it might not be collected. He had walked round
the room to make himself sure that no aperture might possibly be open.
He put out the candle so as to see that no gleam of light from any
source was making its way into the room, and then relighted it. The
moment had come for the destruction of the document.
He read it all through yet again;why he knew not, but in truth
craving some excuse for further delay. With what care the dying old man
had written every word and completed every letter! He sat there
contemplating the old man's work, telling himself that it was for him
to destroy it utterly by just a motion of his wrist. He turned round
and trimmed the candle again, and still sat there with the paper in his
hand. Could it be that so great a result could come from so short an
act? The damning of his own soul! Would it in truth be the giving up of
his own soul to eternal punishment? God would know that he had not
meant to steal the property! God would know that he did not wish to
steal it now! God would know that he was doing this as the only means
of escape from misery which others were plotting for him! God would
know how cruelly he had been used! God would know the injustice with
which the old man had treated him! Then came moments in which he almost
taught himself to believe that in destroying the will he would be doing
no more than an act of rough justice, and that God would certainly
condemn no one to eternal punishment for a just act. But still,
whenever he would turn round to the candle, his hand would refuse to
raise the paper to the flame. When done, it could not be undone! And
whether those eternal flames should or should not get possession of
him, there would be before him a life agonised by the dread of them.
What could Mr Cheekey do worse for him than that?
The Wednesday would at any rate do as well. Why rob himself of the
comfort of one day during which his soul would not be irretrievably
condemned? Now he might sleep. For this night, at any rate, he might
sleep. He doubted whether he would ever sleep again after the doing of
the deed. To be commonly wicked was nothing to him,nothing to break
through all those ordinary rules of life which parents teach their
children and pastors their flocks, but as to which the world is so
careless. To covet other men's goods, to speak evil of his neighbours,
to run after his neighbour's wife if she came in his path, to steal a
little in the ordinary way,such as selling a lame horse or looking
over an adversary's hand at whist, to swear to a lie, or to ridicule
the memory of his parents,these peccadillos had never oppressed his
soul. That not telling of the will had been burdensome to him only
because of the danger of discovery. But to burn a will, and thereby
clearly to steal £1500 a year from his cousin! To commit felony! To do
that for which he might be confined at Dartmoor all his life, with his
hair cut, and dirty prison clothes, and hard food, and work to do! He
thought it would be well to have another day of life in which he had
not done the deed. He therefore put the will back into the book and
went to his bed.
CHAPTER XXI. Mr Apjohn's Success
Early on the Wednesday morning Mr Apjohn and Mr Brodrick were on
foot, and preparing for the performance of their very disagreeable
day's work. Mr Brodrick did not believe at all in the day's work, and
in discussing the matter with Mr Apjohn, after they had determined upon
their line of action, made his mind known very clearly. To him it was
simply apparent that if the will had fallen into the power of a
dishonest person, and if the dishonest man could achieve his purpose by
destroying it, the will would be destroyed. Of Cousin Henry he knew
nothing. Cousin Henry might or might not be ordinarily honest, as are
other ordinary people. There might be no such will as that spoken of,
or there might be a will accidentally hidden,or the will might have
been found and destroyed. But that they should be able to find a will,
the hiding-place of which should be known to Cousin Henry, was to his
thinking out of the question. The subtler intellect of the other lawyer
appreciating the intricacies of a weak man's mind saw more than his
companion. When he found that Mr Brodrick did not agree with him, and
perceived that the other attorney's mind was not speculative in such a
matter as this, he ceased to try to persuade, and simply said that it
was the duty of both of them to leave no stone unturned. And so they
I'll take you about half a mile out of our way to show you Mr
Evans's gate, Mr Apjohn said, after they had started. His house is
not above twenty minutes from Llanfeare, and should it be necessary to
ask his assistance, he will know all about it. You will find a
policeman there ready to come back with you. But my impression is that
Cousin Henry will not attempt to prevent any search which we may
endeavour to make.
It was about ten when they reached the house, and, on being shown
into the book-room, they found Cousin Henry at his breakfast. The front
door was opened for them by Mrs Griffith, the housekeeper; and when Mr
Apjohn expressed his desire to see Mr Jones, she made no difficulty in
admitting him at once. It was a part of the misery of Cousin Henry's
position that everybody around him and near to him was against him. Mrs
Griffith was aware that it was the purpose of Mr Apjohn to turn her
present master out of Llanfeare if possible, and she was quite willing
to aid him by any means in her power. Therefore, she gave her master no
notice of the arrival of the two strangers, but ushered them into the
room at once.
Cousin Henry's breakfast was frugal. All his meals had been frugal
since he had become owner of Llanfeare. It was not that he did not like
nice eating as well as another, but that he was too much afraid of his
own servants to make known his own tastes. And then the general
discomforts of his position had been too great to admit of relief from
delicate dishes. There was the tea-pot on the table, and the solitary
cup, and the bread and butter, and the nearly naked bone of a cold
joint of mutton. And the things were not set after the fashion of a
well-to-do gentleman's table, but were put on as they might be in a
third-rate London lodging, with a tumbled tablecloth, and dishes,
plates, and cups all unlike each other.
Mr Jones, said the attorney from Carmarthen, this is your uncle,
Mr Brodrick, from Hereford. Then the two men who were so nearly
connected, but had never known each other, shook hands. Of course,
this matter, continued Mr Apjohn, is of great moment, and Mr Brodrick
has come over to look after his daughter's interests.
I am very glad to see my uncle, said Cousin Henry, turning his eye
involuntarily towards the shelf on which the volume of sermons was
resting. I am afraid I can't offer you much in the way of breakfast.
We breakfasted before we left Carmarthen, said Mr Apjohn. If you
do not mind going on, we will talk to you whilst you are eating.
Cousin Henry said that he did not mind going on, but found it
impossible to eat a morsel. That which he did, and that which he
endured during that interview, he had to do and had to endure fasting.
I had better tell you at once, continued Mr Apjohn, what we want to
What is it you want to do now? I suppose I have got to go into the
assizes all the same on Friday?
That depends. It is just possible that it should turn out to be
As he said this, he looked into Cousin Henry's face, and thought
that he discerned something of satisfaction. When he made the
suggestion, he understood well how great was the temptation offered in
the prospect of not having to encounter Mr Cheekey.
Both Mr Brodrick and I think it probable that your uncle's last
will may yet be concealed somewhere in the house. Cousin Henry's eye,
as this was said, again glanced up at the fatal shelf.
When Mr Apjohn says that in my name, said Mr Brodrick, opening his
mouth for the first time, you must understand that I personally know
nothing of the circumstances. I am guided in my opinion only by what he
Exactly, said Mr Apjohn. As the father of the young lady who
would be the heiress of Llanfeare if you were not the heir, I have of
course told him everything,even down to the most secret surmises of
All right, said Cousin Henry.
My position, continued Mr Apjohn, is painful and very peculiar;
but I find myself specially bound to act as the lawyer of the deceased,
and to carry out whatever was in truth his last will and testament.
I thought that was proved at Carmarthen, said Cousin Henry.
No doubt. A will was proved,a will that was very genuine if no
subsequent will be found. But, as you have been told repeatedly, the
proving of that will amounts to nothing if a subsequent one be
forthcoming. The great question is this; Does a subsequent will exist?
How am I to know anything about it?
Nobody says you do.
I suppose you wouldn't come here and bring my uncle Brodrick down
on me,giving me no notice, but coming into my house just when I am at
breakfast, without saying a word to any one,unless you thought so. I
don't see what right you have to be here at all!
He was trying to pluck up his spirit in order that he might get rid
of them. Why, oh! why had he not destroyed that document when, on the
previous night, it had been brought out from its hiding-place,
purposely in order that it might be burned?
It is common, Mr Jones, for one gentleman to call upon another when
there is business to be done, said Mr Apjohn.
But not common to come to a gentleman's house and accuse him of
making away with a will.
Nobody has done that, said Mr Brodrick.
It is very like it.
Will you allow us to search again? Two of my clerks will be here
just now, and will go through the house with us, if you will permit
Cousin Henry sat staring at them. Not long ago he had himself asked
one of Mr Apjohn's clerks why they did not search again. But then the
framing of his thoughts had been different. At that moment he had been
desirous of surrendering Llanfeare altogether, so that he might also
get rid of Mr Cheekey. Now he had reached a bolder purpose. Now he was
resolved to destroy the will, enjoy the property, and face the
barrister. An idea came across his mind that they would hardly insist
upon searching instantly if he refused. A petition to that effect had
already been made, and a petition implies the power of refusal on the
part of him petitioned.
Where do you want to look? he asked.
Upon this Mr Brodrick allowed his eyes to wander round the room. And
Cousin Henry's eyes followed those of his uncle, which seemed to him to
settle themselves exactly upon the one shelf.
To search the house generally; your uncle's bed-room, for
instance, said Mr Apjohn.
Oh, yes; you can go there. This he said with an ill-formed, crude
idea which sprang to his mind at the moment. If they would ascend to
the bed-room, then he could seize the will when left alone and destroy
it instantly,eat it bit by bit if it were necessary,go with it out
of the house and reduce it utterly to nothing before he returned. He
was still a free agent, and could go and come as he pleased. Oh, yes;
you can go there.
But this was not at all the scheme which had really formed itself in
Mr Apjohn's brain. Or perhaps we might begin here, he said. There
are my two clerks just arrived in the fly.
Cousin Henry became first red and then pale, and he endeavoured to
see in what direction Mr Brodrick had fixed his eye. Mr Apjohn himself
had not as yet looked anywhere round the books. He had sat close at the
table, with his gaze fixed on Cousin Henry's face, as Cousin Henry had
been well aware. If they began to search in the room, they would
certainly find the document. Of that he was quite sure. Not a book
would be left without having been made to disclose all that it might
contain between its leaves. If there was any chance left to him, it
must be seized now,now at this very moment. Suddenly the possession
of Llanfeare was endeared to him by a thousand charms. Suddenly all
fear of eternal punishment passed away from his thoughts. Suddenly he
was permeated by a feeling of contrition for his own weakness in having
left the document unharmed. Suddenly he was brave against Mr Cheekey,
as would be a tiger against a lion. Suddenly there arose in his breast
a great desire to save the will even yet from the hands of these
This is my private room, he said. When I am eating my breakfast I
cannot let you disturb me like that.
In a matter such as this you wouldn't think of your own comfort!
said Mr Apjohn severely. Comfort, indeed! What comfort can you have
while the idea is present to you that this house in which you live may
possibly be the property of your cousin?
It's very little comfort you've left me among you.
Face it out, then, like a man; and when you have allowed us to do
all that we can on her behalf, then enjoy your own, and talk of
comfort. Shall I have the men in and go on with the search as I
If they were to find it,as certainly they would,then surely they
would not accuse him of having hidden it! He would be enabled to act
some show of surprise, and they would not dare to contradict him, even
should they feel sure in their hearts that he had been aware of the
concealment! There would be great relief! There would be an end of so
many troubles! But then how weak he would have been,to have had the
prize altogether within his grasp and to have lost it! A burst of foul
courage swelled in his heart, changing the very colour of his character
for a time as he resolved that it should not be so. The men could not
search there,so he told himself,without further authority than that
which Mr Apjohn could give them. I won't be treated in this way! he
In what way do you mean, Mr Jones?
I won't have my house searched as though I were a swindler and a
thief. Can you go into any man's house and search it just as you
please, merely because you are an attorney?
You told my man the other day, said Mr Apjohn, that we might
renew the search if we pleased.
So you may; but you must get an order first from somebody. You are
You are quite right, said Mr Apjohn, who was not at all disposed
to be angry in regard to any observation offered personally to himself.
But surely it would be better for you that this should be done
privately. Of course we can have a search-warrant if it be necessary;
but then there must be a policeman to carry it out.
What do I care for policemen? said Cousin Henry. It is you who
have treated me badly from first to last. I will do nothing further at
Mr Apjohn looked at Mr Brodrick, and Mr Brodrick looked at Mr
Apjohn. The strange attorney would do nothing without directions from
the other, and the attorney who was more at home was for a few moments
a little in doubt. He got up from his chair, and walked about the room,
while Cousin Henry, standing also, watched every movement which he
made. Cousin Henry took his place at the further end of the table from
the fire, about six feet from the spot on which all his thoughts were
intent. There he stood, ready for action while the attorney walked up
and down the room meditating what it would be best that he should do
next. As he walked he seemed to carry his nose in the air, with a gait
different from what was usual to him. Cousin Henry had already learned
something of the man's ways, and was aware that his manner was at
present strange. Mr Apjohn was in truth looking along the rows of the
books. In old days he had often been in that room, and had read many of
the titles as given on the backs. He knew the nature of many of the
books collected there, and was aware that but very few of them had ever
been moved from their places in the old Squire's time for any purpose
of use. He did not wish to stand and inspect them,not as yet. He
walked on as though collecting his thoughts, and as he walked he
endeavoured to fix on some long set of sermons. He had in his mind some
glimmering of remembrance that there was such a set of books in the
room. You might as well let us do as we propose, he said.
Certainly not. To tell you the truth, I wish you would go away, and
Mr Cheekey will hear all about it, and how will you be able to
answer Mr Cheekey?
I don't care about Mr Cheekey. Who is to tell Mr Cheekey? Will you
I cannot take your part, you know, if you behave like this.
As he spoke, Mr Apjohn had stopped his walk, and was standing with
his back close to the book-shelves, with the back of his head almost
touching the set of Jeremy Taylor's works. There were ten volumes of
them, and he was standing exactly in front of them. Cousin Henry was
just in front of him, doubting whether his enemy's position had not
been chosen altogether by accident, but still trembling at the near
approach. He was prepared for a spring if it was necessary. Anything
should be hazarded now, so that discovery might be avoided. Mr Brodrick
was still seated in the chair which he had at first occupied, waiting
till that order should be given to him to go for the magistrate's
Mr Apjohn's eye had caught the author's name on the back of the
book, and he remembered at once that he had seen the volume,a volume
with Jeremy Taylor's name on the back of it,lying on the old man's
table. Jeremey Taylor's Works. Sermons. He remembered the volume.
That had been a long time ago,six months ago; but the old man might
probably take a long time over so heavy a book. You will let me look
at some of these, he said, pointing with his thumb over his back.
You shall not touch a book without a regular order, said Cousin
Mr Apjohn fixed the man's eye for a moment. He was the smaller man
of the two, and much the elder; but he was wiry, well set, and strong.
The other was soft, and unused to much bodily exercise. There could be
no doubt as to which would have the best of it in a personal struggle.
Very quickly he turned round and got his hand on one of the set, but
not on the right one. Cousin Henry dashed at him, and in the struggle
the book fell to the ground. Then the attorney seized him by the
throat, and dragged him forcibly back to the table. Take them all out
one by one, and shake them, he said to the other attorney,that set
like the one on the floor. I'll hold him while you do it.
Mr Brodrick did as he was told, and, one by one, beginning from the
last volume, he shook them all till he came to volume 4. Out of that
fell the document.
Is it the will? shouted Mr Apjohn, with hardly breath enough to
utter the words.
Mr Brodrick, with a lawyer's cautious hands, undid the folds, and
examined the document. It certainly is a will, he said,and is
signed by my brother-in-law.
CHAPTER XXII. How Cousin Henry Was
Let Off Easily
It was a moment of great triumph and of utter dismay,of triumph to
Mr Apjohn, and of dismay to Cousin Henry. The two men at this
moment,as Mr Brodrick was looking at the papers,were struggling
together upon the ground. Cousin Henry, in his last frantic efforts,
had striven to escape from the grasp of his enemy so as to seize the
will, not remembering that by seizing it now he could retrieve nothing.
Mr Apjohn had been equally determined that ample time should be allowed
to Mr Brodrick to secure any document that might be found, and, with
the pugnacity which the state of fighting always produces, had held on
to his prey with a firm grip. Now for the one man there remained
nothing but dismay; for the other was the full enjoyment of the triumph
produced by his own sagacity. Here is the date, said Mr Brodrick, who
had retreated with the paper to the furthest corner of the room. It is
undoubtedly my brother-in-law's last will and testament, and, as far as
I can see at a glance, it is altogether regular.
You dog! exclaimed Mr Apjohn, spurning Cousin Henry away from him.
You wretched, thieving miscreant! Then he got up on to his legs and
began to adjust himself, setting his cravat right, and smoothing his
hair with his hands. The brute has knocked the breath out of me, he
said. But only to think that we should catch him after such a fashion
as this! There was a note of triumph in his voice which he found it
impossible to repress. He was thoroughly proud of his achievement. It
was a grand thing to him that Isabel Brodrick should at last get the
property which he had so long been anxious to secure for her; but at
the present moment it was a grander thing to have hit the exact spot in
which the document had been hidden by sheer force of intelligence.
What little power of fighting there had ever been in Cousin Henry
had now been altogether knocked out of him. He attempted no further
struggle, uttered no denial, nor did he make any answer to the words of
abuse which Mr Apjohn had heaped on his head. He too raised himself
from the floor, slowly collecting his limbs together, and seated
himself in the chair nearest at hand, hiding his face with his hand.
That is the most wonderful thing that ever came within my
experience, said Mr Brodrick.
That the man should have hidden the will? asked Mr Apjohn.
Why do you say I hid it? moaned Cousin Henry.
You reptile! exclaimed Mr Apjohn.
Not that he should have hidden it, said the Hereford attorney,
but that you should have found it, and found it without any
search;that you should have traced it down to the very book in which
the old man must have left it!
Yes, said Cousin Henry. He left it there. I did not hide it.
Do you mean, said Mr Apjohn, turning upon him with all the
severity of which he was capable, do you mean to say that during all
this time you have not known that the will was there? The wretched man
opened his mouth and essayed to speak, but not a word came. Do you
mean to tell us that when you refused us just now permission to search
this room, though you were willing enough that we should search
elsewhere, you were not acquainted with the hiding-place? When I asked
you in my office the other day whether you knew where the will was
hidden, and you wouldn't answer me for very fear, though you were glib
enough in swearing that you had not hidden it yourself, then you knew
nothing about the book and its enclosure? When you told Mr Griffith
down at Coed that you had something to divulge, were you not then
almost driven to tell the truth by your dastardly cowardice as to this
threatened trial? And did you not fail again because you were afraid?
You mean poltroon! Will you dare to say before us, now, that when we
entered the room this morning you did not know what the book
contained? Cousin Henry once more opened his mouth, but no word came.
Answer me, sir, if you wish to escape any part of the punishment which
you have deserved.
You should not ask him to criminate himself, said Mr Brodrick.
No! shrieked Cousin Henry; no! he shouldn't ask a fellow to tell
against himself. It isn't fair; is it, Uncle Brodrick?
If I hadn't made you tell against yourself one way or another,
said Mr Apjohn, the will would have been there still, and we should
all have been in the dark. There are occasions in which the truth must
be screwed out of a man. We have screwed it out of you, you miserable
creature! Brodrick, let us look at the paper. I suppose it is all
right. He was so elated by the ecstasy of his success that he hardly
knew how to contain himself. There was no prospect to him of any profit
in all this. It might, indeed, well be that all the expenses incurred,
including the handsome honorarium which would still have to be paid to
Mr Cheekey, must come out of his own pocket. But the glory of the thing
was too great to admit of any considerations such as those. For the
last month his mind had been exercised with the question of this will,
whether there was such a will or not, and, if so, where was its
hiding-place? Now he had brought his month's labour, his month's
speculation, and his month's anxiety to a supreme success. In his
present frame of mind it was nothing to him who might pay the bill. As
far as I can see, said Mr Brodrick, it is altogether in order.
Let us look at it. Then Mr Apjohn, stretching out his hand, took
the document, and, seating himself in Cousin Henry's own chair at the
breakfast-table, read it through carefully from beginning to end. It
was wonderful,the exactness with which the old Squire had copied, not
only every word, but every stop and every want of a stop in the
preceding will. It is my own work, every morsel of it, said Mr
Apjohn, with thorough satisfaction. Why on earth did he not burn the
intermediate one which he made in this rascal's favour,then he
indicated the rascal by a motion of his headand make it all straight
in that way?
There are men who think that a will once made should never be
destroyed, suggested Mr Brodrick.
I suppose it was something of that kind. He was a fine old fellow,
but as obstinate as a mule. Well, what are we to do now?
My nephew will have to consult his lawyer whether he will wish to
dispute this document or not.
I do not want to dispute anything, said Cousin Henry, whining.
Of course he will be allowed time to think of it, said Mr Apjohn.
He is in possession now, and will have plenty of time. He will have to
answer some rather difficult questions from Mr Cheekey on Friday.
Oh, no! shouted the victim.
I am afraid it must be 'oh, yes,' Mr Jones! How are you to get out
of it; eh? You are bound over to prosecute Mr Evans, of the Herald, for defamation of character. Of course it will come out at the trial
that we have found this document. Indeed, I shall be at no trouble to
conceal that fact,nor, I suppose, will be Mr Brodrick. Why should
I thought you were acting as my lawyer.
So I was,and so I am,and so I will. While you were supposed to
be an honest man,or, rather, while it was possible that it might be
so supposed,I told you what, as an honest man, you were bound to do.
The Carmarthen Herald knew that you were not honest,and said
so. If you are prepared to go into the court and swear that you knew
nothing of the existence of this document, that you were not aware that
it was concealed in that book, that you did nothing to prevent us from
looking for it this morning, I will carry on the case for you. If I am
called into the witness-box against you, of course I must give my
evidence for what it is worth;and Mr Brodrick must do the same.
But it won't go on? he asked.
Not if you are prepared to admit that there was no libel in all
that the newspaper said. If you agree that it was all true, then you
will have to pay the costs on both sides, and the indictment can be
quashed. It will be a serious admission to make, but perhaps that won't
signify, seeing what your position as to character will be.
I think you are almost too hard upon him, said Mr Brodrick.
Am I? Can one be too hard on a man who has acted as he has done?
He is hard,isn't he, Mr Brodrick?
Hard! Why, yes;I should think I am. I mean to be hard. I mean to
go on trampling you to pieces till I see your cousin, Miss Brodrick,
put into full possession of this estate. I don't mean to leave you a
loop-hole of escape by any mercy. At the present moment you are Henry
Jones, Esq., of Llanfeare, and will be so till you are put out by the
hard hand of the law. You may turn round for anything I know, and say
that this document is a forgery.
That Mr Brodrick and I brought it here with us and put it in the
I sha'n't say anything of the kind.
Who did put it there? Cousin Henry sobbed and groaned, but said
nothing. Who did put it there? If you want to soften our hearts to you
in any degree, if you wish us to contrive some mode of escape for you,
tell the truth. Who put the will into that book?
How am I to know?
You do know! Who put it there?
I suppose it was Uncle Indefer.
And you had seen it there? Again Cousin Henry sobbed and groaned.
You should hardly ask him that, said Mr Brodrick.
Yes! If any good can be done for him, it must be by making him feel
that he must help us by making our case easy for us. You had seen it
there? Speak the word, and we will do all we can to let you off
Just by an accident, said he.
You did see it, then?
Yes;I chanced to see it.
Yes; of course you did. And then the Devil went to work with you
and prompted you to destroy it? He paused as though asking a question,
but to this question Cousin Henry found it impossible to make any
answer. But the Devil had not quite hold enough over you to make you
do that? It was so;was it not? There was a conscience with you?
But the conscience was not strong enough to force you to give it up
when you found it? Cousin Henry now burst out into open tears. That
was about it, I suppose? If you can bring yourself to make a clean
breast of it, it will be easier for you.
May I go back to London at once? he asked.
Well; as to that, I think we had better take some little time for
consideration. But I think I may say that, if you will make our way
easy for us, we will endeavour to make yours easy for you. You
acknowledge this to be your uncle's will as far as you know?
You acknowledge that Mr Brodrick found it in this book which I now
hold in my hand?
I acknowledge that.
This is all that I ask you to sign your name to. As for the rest,
it is sufficient that you have confessed the truth to your uncle and to
me. I will just write a few lines that you shall sign, and then we will
go back to Carmarthen and do the best we can to prevent the trial for
next Friday. Thereupon Mr Apjohn rang the bell, and asked Mrs Griffith
to bring him paper and ink. With these he wrote a letter addressed to
himself, which he invited Cousin Henry to sign as soon as he had read
it aloud to him and to Mr Brodrick. The letter contained simply the two
admissions above stated, and then went on to authorise Mr Apjohn, as
the writer's attorney, to withdraw the indictment against the
proprietor of the Carmarthen Herald, in consequence, as the
letter said, of the question as to the possession of Llanfeare having
been settled now in an unexpected manner.
When the letter was completed, the two lawyers went away, and Cousin
Henry was left to his own meditation. He sat there for a while, so
astounded by the transaction of the morning as to be unable to collect
his thoughts. All this that had agitated him so profoundly for the last
month had been set at rest by the finding of the will. There was no
longer any question as to what must be done. Everything had been done.
He was again a London clerk, with a small sum of money besides his
clerkship, and the security of lowliness into which to fall back! If
only they would be silent;if only it might be thought by his
fellow-clerks in London that the will had been found by them without
any knowledge on his part,then he would be satisfied. A terrible
catastrophe had fallen upon him, but one which would not be without
consolation if with the estate might be made to pass away from him all
responsibilities and all accusations as to the estate. That terrible
man had almost promised him that a way of retreat should be made easy
to him. At any rate, he would not be cross-examined by Mr Cheekey. At
any rate, he would not be brought to trial. There was almost a promise,
too, that as little should be said as possible. There must, he
supposed, be some legal form of abdication on his part, but he was
willing to execute that as quickly as possible on the simple condition
that he should be allowed to depart without being forced to speak
further on the matter to any one in Wales. Not to have to see the
tenants, not to have to say even a word of farewell to the servants,
not to be carried into Carmarthen,above all, not to face Mr Cheekey
and the Court,this was all he asked now from a kind Fate.
At about two Mrs Griffith came into the room, ostensibly to take
away the breakfast things. She had seen the triumphant face of Mr
Apjohn, and knew that some victory had been gained. But when she saw
that the breakfast had not been touched, her heart became soft. The way
to melt the heart of a Mrs Griffith is to eat nothing. Laws, Mr Jones,
you have not had a mouthful. Shall I do you a broil? He assented to
the broil, and ate it, when it was cooked, with a better appetite than
he had enjoyed since his uncle's death. Gradually he came to feel that
a great load had been taken from off his shoulders. The will was no
longer hidden in the book. Nothing had been done of which he could not
repent. There was no prospect of a life before him made horrid by one
great sin. He could not be Squire of Llanfeare; nor would he be a
felon,a felon always in his own esteem. Upon the whole, though he
hardly admitted as much to himself, the man's condition had been
improved by the transactions of the morning.
You don't quite agree with all that I have done this morning, said
Mr Apjohn, as soon as the two lawyers were in the fly together.
I am lost in admiration at the clearness of your insight.
Ah! that comes of giving one's undivided thoughts to a matter. I
have been turning it over in my mind till I have been able to see it
all. It was odd, wasn't it, that I should have foretold to you all that
happened, almost to the volume?
Quite to the volume!
Well, yes; to the volume of sermons. Your brother-in-law read
nothing but sermons. But you thought I shouldn't have asked those
I don't like making a man criminate himself, said Mr Brodrick.
Nor do I,if I mean to criminate him too. My object is to let him
off. But to enable us to do that we must know exactly what he knew and
what he had done. Shall I tell you what occurred to me when you shook
the will out of the book? How would it be if he declared that we had
brought it with us? If he had been sharp enough for that, the very fact
of our having gone to the book at once would have been evidence against
He was not up to it.
No, poor devil! I am inclined to think that he has got as bad as he
deserves. He might have been so much worse. We owe him ever so much for
not destroying the will. His cousin will have to give him the £4000
which he was to have given her.
He has been hardly used, you know, by his uncle; and, upon my word,
he has had a bad time of it for the last month. I wouldn't have been
hated and insulted as he has been by those people up there,not for
all Llanfeare twice over. I think we've quenched him now, so that he'll
run smooth. If so, we'll let him off easily. If I had treated him less
hardly just now, he might have gathered courage and turned upon us.
Then it would have been necessary to crush him altogether. I was
thinking all through how we might let him off easiest.
CHAPTER XXIII. Isabel's Petition
The news was soon all about Carmarthen. A new will had been found,
in accordance with which Miss Brodrick was to become owner of
Llanfeare, and,which was of more importance to Carmarthen at the
present moment,there was to be no trial! The story, as told publicly,
was as follows;Mr Apjohn, by his sagacity, had found the will. It had
been concealed in a volume of sermons, and Mr Apjohn, remembering
suddenly that the old man had been reading these sermons shortly before
his death, had gone at once to the book. There the will had been
discovered, which had at once been admitted to be a true and formal
document by the unhappy pseudo-proprietor. Henry Jones had acknowledged
his cousin to be the heiress, and under these circumstances had
conceived it to be useless to go on with the trial. Such was the story
told, and Mr Apjohn, fully aware that the story went very lame on one
leg, did his best to remedy the default by explaining that it would be
unreasonable to expect that a man should come into court and undergo an
examination by Mr Cheekey just when he had lost a fine property.
Of course I know all that, said Mr Apjohn when the editor of the
paper remarked to him that the libel, if a libel, would be just as much
a libel whether Mr Henry Jones were or were not the owner of Llanfeare.
Of course I know all that; but you are hardly to expect that a man is
to come and assert himself amidst a cloud of difficulties when he has
just undergone such a misfortune as that! You have had your fling, and
are not to be punished for it. That ought to satisfy you.
And who'll pay all the expenses? asked Mr Evans.
Well, said Mr Apjohn, scratching his head; you, of course, will
have to pay nothing. Geary will settle all that with me. That poor
devil at Llanfeare ought to pay.
He won't have the money.
I, at any rate, will make it all right with Geary; so that needn't
This question as to the expense was much discussed by others in
Carmarthen. Who in truth would pay the complicated lawyers' bill which
must have been occasioned, including all these flys out to Llanfeare?
In spite of Mr Apjohn's good-natured explanations, the public of
Carmarthen was quite convinced that Henry Jones had in truth hidden the
will. If so, he ought not only to be made to pay for everything, but be
sent to prison also and tried for felony. The opinion concerning Cousin
Henry in Carmarthen on the Thursday and Friday was very severe indeed.
Had he shown himself in the town, he would almost have been pulled in
pieces. To kill him and to sell his carcase for what it might fetch
towards lessening the expenses which he had incurred would not be too
bad for him. Mr Apjohn was, of course, the hero of the hour, and, as
far as Carmarthen could see, Mr Apjohn would have to pay the bill. All
this, spoken as it was by many mouths, reached Mr Brodrick's ears, and
induced him to say a word or two to Mr Apjohn.
This affair, said he, will of course become a charge upon the
This trial which is not to take place, and the rest of it.
The trial will have nothing to do with the estate, said Mr Apjohn.
It has everything to do with it. I only mention it now to let you
know that, as Isabel's father, I shall make it my business to look
The truth is, Brodrick, said the Carmarthen attorney, with that
gleam of triumph in his eye which had been so often seen there since
the will had tumbled out of the volume of sermons in the book-room,
the whole of this matter has been such a pleasure to me that I don't
care a straw about the costs. If I paid for it all from beginning to
end out of my own pocket, I should have had my whack for my money.
Perhaps Miss Isabel will recompense me by letting me make her will some
Such were the feelings and such were the words spoken at Carmarthen;
and it need only be said further, in regard to Carmarthen, that the
operations necessary for proving the later will and annulling the
former one, for dispossessing Cousin Henry and for putting Isabel into
the full fruition of all her honours, went on as quickly as it could be
effected by the concentrated energy of Mr Apjohn and all his clerks.
Cousin Henry, to whom we may be now allowed to bid farewell, was
permitted to remain within the seclusion of the house at Llanfeare till
his signature had been obtained to the last necessary document. No one
spoke a word to him; no one came to see him. If there were intruders
about the place anxious to catch a glimpse of the pseudo-Squire, they
Mrs Griffith, under the attorney's instructions, was more courteous
to him than she had been when he was her master. She endeavoured to get
him things nice to eat, trying to console him by titbits. None of the
tenants appeared before him, nor was there a rough word spoken to him,
even by young Cantor.
In all this Cousin Henry did feel some consolation, and was greatly
comforted when he heard from the office in London that his stool at the
desk was still kept open for him.
The Carmarthen Herald, in its final allusion to the state of
things at Llanfeare, simply declared that the proper will had been
found at last, and that Miss Isabel Brodrick was to be restored to her
rights. Guided by this statement, the directors in London were
contented to regard their clerk as having been unfortunate rather than
For the man himself, the reader, it is hoped, will feel some
compassion. He had been dragged away from London by false hopes. After
so great an injury as that inflicted on him by the last change in the
Squire's purpose it was hardly unnatural that the idea of retaliation
should present itself to him when the opportunity came in his way. Not
to do that which justice demands is so much easier to the conscience
than to commit a deed which is palpably fraudulent! At the last his
conscience saved him, and Mr Apjohn will perhaps be thought to have
been right in declaring that much was due to him in that he had not
destroyed the will. His forbearance was recompensed fully.
As soon as the money could be raised on the property, the full sum
of £4000 was paid to him, that having been the amount with which the
Squire had intended to burden the property on behalf of his niece when
he was minded to put her out of the inheritance.
It may be added that, notorious as the whole affair was at
Carmarthen, but little of Cousin Henry's wicked doings were known up in
We must now go back to Hereford. By agreement between the two
lawyers, no tidings of her good fortune were at once sent to Isabel.
There is so many a slip 'twixt the cup and the lip, said Mr Apjohn to
her father. But early in the following week Mr Brodrick himself took
the news home with him.
My dear, he said to her as soon as he found himself alone with
her,having given her intimation that an announcement of great
importance was to be made to her,it turns out that after all your
Uncle Indefer did make another will.
I was always quite sure of that, papa.
How were you sure?
He told me so, papa.
He told you so! I never heard that before.
He did,when he was dying. What was the use of talking of it? But
has it been found?
It was concealed within a book in the library. As soon as the
necessary deeds can be executed Llanfeare will be your own. It is
precisely word for word the same as that which he had made before he
sent for your cousin Henry.
Then Henry has not destroyed it?
No, he did not destroy it.
Nor hid it where we could not find it?
Nor did he hide it.
Oh, how I have wronged him;how I have injured him!
About that we need say nothing, Isabel. You have not injured him.
But we may let all that pass away. The fact remains that you are the
heiress of Llanfeare.
Of course he did by degrees explain to her all the
circumstances,how the will had been found and not revealed, and how
far Cousin Henry had sinned in the matter; but it was agreed between
them that no further evil should be said in the family as to their
unfortunate relative. The great injury which he might have done to them
he had abstained from doing.
Papa, she said to her father when they were again together alone
that same evening, you must tell all this to Mr Owen. You must tell
him everything, just as you have told me.
Certainly, my dear, if you wish it.
I do wish it.
Why should you not have the pleasure of telling him yourself?
It would not be a pleasure, and therefore I will get you to do it.
My pleasure, if there be any pleasure in it, must come afterwards. I
want him to know it before I see him myself.
He will be sure to have some stupid notion, said her father,
I want him to have his notion, whether it be stupid or otherwise,
before I see him. If you do not mind, papa, going to him as soon as
possible, I shall be obliged to you.
Isabel, when she found herself alone, had her triumph also. She was
far from being dead to the delights of her inheritance. There had been
a period in her life in which she had regarded it as her certain
destiny to be the possessor of Llanfeare, and she had been proud of the
promised position. The tenants had known her as the future owner of the
acres which they cultivated, and had entertained for her and shown to
her much genuine love. She had made herself acquainted with every
homestead, landmark, and field about the place. She had learnt the
wants of the poor, and the requirements of the little school.
Everything at Llanfeare had had an interest for her. Then had come that
sudden change in her uncle's feelings,that new idea of duty,and she
had borne it like a heroine. Not only had she never said a word of
reproach to him, but she had sworn to herself that even in her own
heart she would throw no blame upon him. A great blow had come upon
her, but she had taken it as though it had come from the hand of the
Almighty,as it might have been had she lost her eyesight, or been
struck with palsy. She promised herself that it should be so, and she
had had strength to be as good as her word. She had roused herself
instantly from the effect of the blow, and, after a day of
consideration, had been as capable as ever to do the work of her life.
Then had come her uncle's last sickness, those spoken but doubtful
words, her uncle's death, and that conviction that her cousin was a
felon. Then she had been unhappy, and had found it difficult to stand
up bravely against misfortune. Added to this had been her stepmother's
taunts and her father's distress at the resolution she had taken. The
home to which she had returned had been thoroughly unhappy to her. And
there had been her stern purpose not to give her hand to the man who
loved her and whom she so dearly loved! She was sure of her purpose,
and yet she was altogether discontented with herself. She was sure that
she would hold by her purpose, and yet she feared that her purpose was
wrong. She had refused the man when she was rich, and her pride would
not let her go to him now that she was poor. She was sure of her
purpose,but yet she almost knew that her pride was wrong.
But now there would be a triumph. Her eyes gleamed brightly as she
thought of the way in which she would achieve her triumph. Her eyes
gleamed very brightly as she felt sure within her own bosom that she
would succeed. Yes: he would, no doubt, have some stupid notion, as her
father said. But she would overcome his stupidity. She, as a woman,
could be stronger than he as a man. He had almost ridiculed her
obstinacy, swearing that he would certainly overcome it. There should
be no ridicule on her part, but she would certainly overcome his
For a day or two Mr Owen was not seen. She heard from her father
that the tidings had been told to her lover, but she heard no more. Mr
Owen did not show himself at the house; and she, indeed, hardly
expected that he should do so. Her stepmother suddenly became
gracious,having no difficulty in explaining that she did so because
of the altered position of things.
My dearest Isabel, it does make such a difference! she said; you
will be a rich lady, and will never have to think about the price of
shoes. The sisters were equally plain-spoken, and were almost
awe-struck in their admiration.
Three or four days after the return of Mr Brodrick, Isabel took her
bonnet and shawl, and walked away all alone to Mr Owen's lodgings. She
knew his habits, and was aware that he was generally to be found at
home for an hour before his dinner. It was no time, she said to
herself, to stand upon little punctilios. There had been too much
between them to let there be any question of a girl going after her
lover. She was going after her lover, and she didn't care who knew it.
Nevertheless, there was a blush beneath her veil as she asked at the
door whether Mr Owen was at home. Mr Owen was at home, and she was
shown at once into his parlour.
William, she said;throughout their intimacy she had never called
him William before;you have heard my news?
Yes, he said, I have heard it;very seriously, with none of
that provoking smile with which he had hitherto responded to all her
And you have not come to congratulate me?
I should have done so. I do own that I have been wrong.
Wrong;very wrong! How was I to have any of the enjoyment of my
restored rights unless you came to enjoy them with me?
They can be nothing to me, Isabel.
They shall be everything to you, sir.
No, my dear.
They are to be everything to me, and they can be nothing to me
without you. You know that, I suppose? Then she waited for his reply.
You know that, do you not? You know what I feel about that, I say. Why
do you not tell me? Have you any doubt?
Things have been unkind to us, Isabel, and have separated us.
Nothing shall separate us. Then she paused for a moment. She had
thought of it all, and now had to pause before she could execute her
purpose. She had got her plan ready, but it required some courage, some
steadying of herself to the work before she could do it. Then she came
close to him,close up to him, looking into his face as he stood over
her, not moving his feet, but almost retreating with his body from her
close presence. William, she said, take me in your arms and kiss me.
How often have you asked me during the last month! Now I have come for
He paused a moment as though it were possible to refuse, as though
his collected thoughts and settled courage might enable him so to
outrage her in her petition. Then he broke down, and took her in his
arms, and pressed her to his bosom, and kissed her lips, and her
forehead, and her cheeks,while she, having once achieved her purpose,
attempted in vain to escape from his long embrace.
Now I shall be your wife, she said at last, when her breath had
returned to her.
It should not be so.
Not after that? Will you dare to say so to me,after that? You
could never hold up your head again. Say that you are happy? Tell me
that you are happy. Do you think that I can be happy unless you are
happy with me? Of course he gave her all the assurances that were
needed, and made it quite unnecessary that she should renew her prayer.
And I beg, Mr Owen, that for the future you will come to me, and
not make me come to you. This she said as she was taking her leave.
It was very disagreeable, and very wrong, and will be talked about
ever so much. Nothing but my determination to have my own way could
have made me do it. Of course he promised her that there should be no
occasion for her again to put herself to the same inconvenience.
CHAPTER XXIV. Conclusion
Isabel spent one pleasant week with her lover at Hereford, and then
was summoned into Carmarthenshire. Mr Apjohn came over at her father's
invitation, and insisted on taking her back to Llanfeare.
There are a thousand things to be done, he said, and the sooner
you begin to do them the better. Of course you must live at the old
house, and you had better take up your habitation there for a while
before this other change is made. The other change was of course the
coming marriage, with the circumstances of which the lawyer had been
Then there arose other questions. Should her father go with her or
should her lover? It was, however, at last decided that she should go
alone as regarded her family, but under the care of Mr Apjohn. It was
she who had been known in the house, and she who had better now be seen
there as her uncle's representative.
You will have to be called Miss Jones, said the lawyer, Miss
Indefer Jones. There will be a form, for which we shall have to pay, I
am afraid; but we had better take the name at once. You will have to
undergo a variety of changes in signing your name. You will become
first Miss Isabel Brodrick Indefer Jones, then Mrs William Owen, then,
when he shall have gone through the proper changes, Mrs William Owen
Indefer Jones. As such I hope you may remain till you shall be known as
the oldest inhabitant of Carmarthenshire.
Mr Apjohn took her to Carmarthen, and hence on to Llanfeare. At the
station there were many to meet her, so that her triumph, as she got
into the carriage, was almost painful to her. When she heard the bells
ring from the towers of the parish churches, she could hardly believe
that the peals were intended to welcome her back to her old home. She
was taken somewhat out of her way round by the creek and Coed, so that
the little tinkling of her own parish church might not be lost upon
her. If this return of hers to the estate was so important to others as
to justify these signs, what must it be to her and how deep must be the
convictions as to her own duties?
At the gate of Coed farmyard the carriage stopped, and the old
farmer came out to say a few words to her.
God bless you, Miss Isabel; this is a happy sight to see.
This is so kind of you, Mr Griffith.
We've had a bad time of it, Miss Isabel;not that we wished to
quarrel with your dear uncle's judgment, or that we had a right to say
much against the poor gentleman who has gone;but we expected you, and
it went against the grain with us to have our expectations
disappointed. We shall always look up to you, miss; but, at the same
time, I wish you joy with all my heart of the new landlord you're going
to set over us. Of course that was to be expected, but you'll be here
with us all the time. Isabel, while the tears ran down her cheeks,
could only press the old man's hand at parting.
Now, my dear, said Mr Apjohn, as they went on to the house, he
has only said just what we've all been feeling. Of course it has been
stronger with the tenants and servants than with others. But all round
the country it has been the same. A man, if an estate belong to himself
personally, can do what he likes with it, as he can with the
half-crowns in his pocket; but where land is concerned, feelings grow
up which should not be treated rudely. In one sense Llanfeare belonged
to your uncle to do what he liked with it, but in another sense he
shared it only with those around him; and when he was induced by a
theory which he did not himself quite understand to bring your cousin
Henry down among these people, he outraged their best convictions.
He meant to do his duty, Mr Apjohn.
Certainly; but he mistook it. He did not understand the root of
that idea of a male heir. The object has been to keep the old family,
and the old adherences, and the old acres together. England owes much
to the manner in which this has been done, and the custom as to a male
heir has availed much in the doing of it. But in this case, in sticking
to the custom, he would have lost the spirit, and, as far as he was
concerned, would have gone against the practice which he wished to
perpetuate. There, my dear, is a sermon for you, of which, I dare say,
you do not understand a word.
I understand every syllable of it, Mr Apjohn, she answered.
They soon arrived at the house, and there they found not only Mrs
Griffith and the old cook, who had never left the premises, but the old
butler also, who had taken himself off in disgust at Cousin Henry's
character, but had now returned as though there had been no break in
his continuous service. They received her with triumphant clamours of
welcome. To them the coming of Cousin Henry, and the death of the old
Squire, and then the departure of their young mistress, had been as
though the whole world had come to an end for them. To serve was their
only ambition,to serve and to be made comfortable while they were
serving; but to serve Cousin Henry was to them altogether ignominious.
The old Squire had done something which, though they acknowledged it to
be no worse on his part than a mistake, had to them been cruelly
severe. Suddenly to be told that they were servants to such a one as
Cousin Henry,servants to such a man without any contract or agreement
on their part;to be handed over like the chairs and tables to a
disreputable clerk from London, whom in their hearts they regarded as
very much inferior to themselves! And they, too, like Mr Griffith and
the tenants, had been taught to look for the future reign of Queen
Isabel as a thing of course. In that there would have been an implied
contract,an understanding on their part that they had been consulted
and had agreed to this destination of themselves. But Cousin Henry! Now
this gross evil to themselves and to all around them had been remedied,
and justice was done. They had all been strongly convinced that the
Squire had made and had left behind him another will. The butler had
been quite certain that this had been destroyed by Cousin Henry, and
had sworn that he would not stand behind the chair of a felon. The
gardener had been equally violent, and had declined even to cut a
cabbage for Cousin Henry's use. The women in the house had only
suspected. They had felt sure that something was wrong, but had doubted
between various theories. But now everything was right; now the proper
owner had come; now the great troubles had been vanquished, and
Llanfeare would once again be a fitting home for them.
Oh, Miss Isabel! oh, Miss Isabel! said Mrs Griffith, absolutely
sobbing at her young mistress's feet up in her bed-room; I did say
that it could never go on like that. I did use to think that the Lord
Almighty would never let it go on like that! It couldn't be that Mr
Henry Jones was to remain always landlord of Llanfeare.
When she came downstairs and took her seat, as she did by chance, in
the old arm-chair which her uncle had been used to occupy, Mr Apjohn
preached to her another sermon, or rather sang a loud pæan of
Now, my dear, I must go and leave you,happily in your own house.
You can hardly realise how great a joy this has been to me,how great
a joy it is.
I know well how much we owe you.
From the first moment in which he intimated to me his wish to make
a change in his will, I became so unhappy about it as almost to lose my
rest. I knew that I went beyond what I ought to have done in the things
that I said to him, and he bore it kindly.
He was always kind.
But I couldn't turn him. I told him what I told you to-day on the
road, but it had no effect on him. Well, I had nothing to do but to
obey his orders. This I did most grudgingly. It was a heartbreak to me,
not only because of you, my dear, but for the sake of the property, and
because I had heard something of your cousin. Then came the rumour of
this last will. He must have set about it as soon as you had left the
He never told me that he was going to do it.
He never told any one; that is quite certain. But it shows how his
mind must have been at work. Perhaps what I said may have had some
effect at last. Then I heard from the Cantors what they had been asked
to do. I need not tell you all that I felt then. It would have been
better for him to send for me.
So much better for that poor young man's sake. The poor young man
was of course Cousin Henry. But I could not interfere. I could only
hear what I did hear,and wait. Then the dear old man died!
I knew then that he had made it.
You knew that he had thought that he had done it; but how is one to
be sure of the vacillating mind of an old dying man? When we searched
for the one will and read the other, I was very sure that the Cantors
had been called upon to witness his signature. Who could doubt as to
that? But he who had so privately drawn out the deed might as privately
destroy it. By degrees there grew upon me the conviction that he had
not destroyed it; that it still existed,or that your cousin had
destroyed it. The latter I never quite believed. He was not the man to
do it,neither brave enough nor bad enough.
I think not bad enough.
Too small in his way altogether. And yet it was clear as the sun at
noonday that he was troubled in his conscience. He shut himself up in
his misery, not knowing how strong a tale his own unhappiness told
against him. Why did he not rejoice in the glory of his position? Then
I said to myself that he was conscious of insecurity.
His condition must have been pitiable.
Indeed, yes. I pitied him from the bottom of my heart. The
contumely with which he was treated by all went to my heart even after
I knew that he was misbehaving. I knew that he was misbehaving;but
how? It could only be by hiding the will, or by being conscious that it
was hidden. Though he was a knave, he was not cunning. He failed
utterly before the slightest cunning on the part of others. When I
asked him whether he knew where it was hidden, he told a weak lie, but
told the truth openly by the look of his eyes. He was like a little
girl who pauses and blushes and confesses all the truth before she half
murmurs her naughty fib. Who can be really angry with the child who
lies after that unwilling fashion? I had to be severe upon him till all
was made clear; but I pitied him from the bottom of my heart.
You have been good to all of us.
At last it became clear to me that your uncle had put it somewhere
himself. Then came a chance remembrance of the sermons he used to read,
and by degrees the hiding-place was suggested to me. When at last he
welcomed us to go and search in his uncle's bed-room, but forbade us to
touch anything in the book-room,then I was convinced. I had but to
look along the shelves till I found the set, and I almost knew that we
had got the prize. Your father has told you how he flew at me when I
attempted to lift my hand to the books. The agony of the last chance
gave him a moment of courage. Then your father shook the document out
from among the leaves.
That must have been a moment of triumph to you.
Yes;it was. I did feel a little proud of my success. And I am
proud as I see you sitting there, and feel that justice has been done.
By your means!
That justice has been done, and that every one has his own again. I
own to all the litigious pugnacity of a lawyer. I live by such
fighting, and I like it. But a case in which I do not believe crushes
me. To have an injustice to get the better of, and then to trample it
well under foot,that is the triumph that I desire. It does not often
happen to a lawyer to have had such a chance as this, and I fancy that
it could not have come in the way of a man who would have enjoyed it
more than I do. Then at last, after lingering about the house, he bade
her farewell. God bless you, and make you happy here,you and your
husband. If you will take my advice you will entail the property. You,
no doubt, will have children, and will take care that in due course it
shall go to the eldest boy. There can be no doubt as to the wisdom of
that. But you see what terrible misery may be occasioned by not
allowing those who are to come after you to know what it is they are to
For a few weeks Isabel remained alone at Llanfeare, during which all
the tenants came to call upon her, as did many of the neighbouring
I know'd it, said young Cantor, clenching his fist almost in her
face. I was that sure of it I couldn't hardly hold myself. To think of
his leaving it in a book of sermons!
Then, after the days were past during which it was thought well that
she should remain at Llanfeare to give orders, and sign papers, and
make herself by very contact with her own property its mistress and
owner, her father came for her and took her back to Hereford. Then she
had incumbent upon her the other duty of surrendering herself and all
that she possessed to another. As any little interest which this tale
may possess has come rather from the heroine's material interests than
from her love,as it has not been, so to say, a love story,the
reader need not follow the happy pair absolutely to the altar. But it
may be said, in anticipation of the future, that in due time an eldest
son was born, that Llanfeare was entailed upon him and his son, and
that he was so christened as to have his somewhat grandiloquent name
inscribed as William Apjohn Owen Indefer Jones.