Part 54 (1/2)
”Believe me, dear sir, your faithful servant,
”A. PEDGIFT, Sen.”
Allan was of an age to feel the sting contained in the last sentence of his lawyer's letter. He started to his feet in a paroxysm of indignation, which revealed his character to Pedgift Junior in an entirely new light.
”Where's the time-table?” cried Allan. ”I must go back to Thorpe Ambrose by the next train! If it doesn't start directly, I'll have a special engine. I must and will go back instantly, and I don't care two straws for the expense!”
”Suppose we telegraph to my father, sir?” suggested the judicious Pedgift. ”It's the quickest way of expressing your feelings, and the cheapest.”
”So it is,” said Allan. ”Thank you for reminding me of it. Telegraph to them! Tell your father to give every man in Thorpe Ambrose the lie direct, in my name. Put it in capital letters, Pedgift--put it in capital letters!”
Pedgift smiled and shook his head. If he was acquainted with no other variety of human nature, he thoroughly knew the variety that exists in country towns.
”It won't have the least effect on them, Mr. Armadale,” he remarked quietly. ”They'll only go on lying harder than ever. If you want to upset the whole town, one line will do it. With five s.h.i.+llings' worth of human labor and electric fluid, sir (I dabble a little in science after business hours), we'll explode a bombsh.e.l.l in Thorpe Ambrose!”
He produced the bombsh.e.l.l on a slip of paper as he spoke: ”A. Pedgift, Junior, to A. Pedgift, Senior.--Spread it all over the place that Mr.
Armadale is coming down by the next train.”
”More words!” suggested Allan, looking over his shoulder. ”Make it stronger.”
”Leave my father to make it stronger, sir,” returned the wary Pedgift.
”My father is on the spot, and his command of language is something quite extraordinary.” He rang the bell, and dispatched the telegram.
Now that something had been done, Allan subsided gradually into a state of composure. He looked back again at Mr. Pedgift's letter, and then handed it to Mr. Pedgift's son.
”Can you guess your father's plan for setting me right in the neighborhood?” he asked.
Pedgift the younger shook his wise head. ”His plan appears to be connected in some way, sir, with his opinion of Miss Gwilt.”
”I wonder what he thinks of her?” said Allan.
”I shouldn't be surprised, Mr. Armadale,” returned Pedgift Junior, ”if his opinion staggers you a little, when you come to hear it. My father has had a large legal experience of the shady side of the s.e.x, and he learned his profession at the Old Bailey.”
Allan made no further inquiries. He seemed to shrink from pursuing the subject, after having started it himself. ”Let's be doing something to kill the time,” he said. ”Let's pack up and pay the bill.”
They packed up and paid the bill. The hour came, and the train left for Norfolk at last.
While the travelers were on their way back, a somewhat longer telegraphic message than Allan's was flas.h.i.+ng its way past them along the wires, in the reverse direction--from Thorpe Ambrose to London. The message was in cipher, and, the signs being interpreted, it ran thus: ”From Lydia Gwilt to Maria Oldershaw.--Good news! He is coming back. I mean to have an interview with him. Everything looks well. Now I have left the cottage, I have no women's prying eyes to dread, and I can come and go as I please. Mr. Midwinter is luckily out of the way. I don't despair of becoming Mrs. Armadale yet. Whatever happens, depend on my keeping away from London until I am certain of not taking any spies after me to your place. I am in no hurry to leave Thorpe Ambrose. I mean to be even with Miss Milroy first.”
Shortly after that message was received in London, Allan was back again in his own house.
It was evening--Pedgift Junior had just left him--and Pedgift Senior was expected to call on business in half an hour's time.
V. PEDGIFT'S REMEDY.
After waiting to hold a preliminary consultation with his son, Mr.
Pedgift the elder set forth alone for his interview with Allan at the great house.
Allowing for the difference in their ages, the son was, in this instance, so accurately the reflection of the father, that an acquaintance with either of the two Pedgifts was almost equivalent to an acquaintance with both. Add some little height and size to the figure of Pedgift Junior, give more breadth and boldness to his humor, and some additional solidity and composure to his confidence in himself, and the presence and character of Pedgift Senior stood, for all general purposes, revealed before you.