Part 18 (1/2)

”Eliza,” I replied, ”I should be very much surprised if you were not acquainted with someone someone attached to the Royal Horse Guards.” attached to the Royal Horse Guards.”

”The Blues? But of course.” She fluttered a hand endowed, this morning, with a shockingly great ruby. ”Colonel Buchanan is terribly fond of me, you know-and thought he should have had me, did he not already possess a wife.”

”We must renew your acquaintance,” I told her; smiling.

Eliza returned my good humour, so much at my brother's expense. ”It needs no renewing, I a.s.sure you,” she confided. ”I spoke with the Colonel only last week, at Mrs. Fitzhugh's.”

”Then you must call upon him today,” I declared, ”and carry me with you. He has a person in his regiment of whom I should dearly love to know more.”

”LIEUTENANT THOMAS HEARST?- COLONEL BUCHANAN said, turning with the sherry decanter in one hand and my gla.s.s in the other; ”what possible interest, my dear Comtesse de Feuillide, could you have in such a scapegrace?” said, turning with the sherry decanter in one hand and my gla.s.s in the other; ”what possible interest, my dear Comtesse de Feuillide, could you have in such a scapegrace?”

We were established in the cosy sitting-room of the Horse Guards' commander, in the shadow of Buckingham Palace, and surrounded on every side by leather-bound books, sabres in sheaths upon the wall, and some very good oils of horseflesh the Colonel had ridden in battle. He had swiftly set aside some matters pertaining to his men, in order to receive us without delay; and so my faith in Eliza was as ever rewarded.

The cavalryman offered me a gla.s.s with a short nod, and turned to fetch Eliza's. Colonel Buchanan was, as his name suggests, a Scot. With his bandy legs and greying red hair, he reminded me for all the world of the old c.o.c.k at Steventon, who ran crowing about the farmyard with such importance that Cook soon lost patience and put him in the soup kettle. But I feared I should be overcome with mirth, did I pursue the comparison; and so drank my sherry with head demurely bent.

”I have heard such conflicting tales about the Lieutenant,” Eliza said, sipping at her gla.s.s, her eyes sparkling, ”and of late he has been much talked of in connexion with a friend of my dear Miss Austen's. Discretion forbids me from saying more. But when Jane told me of her fears for her friend, I thought immediately of you!” She fluttered her eyelashes in Colonel Buchanan's direction. ”For no one should be more forthright-no one be less likely to stand on ceremony in such a delicate matter-than my dear Colonel Buchanan.”

The Colonel was not too much of a soldier to dislike a little flattery. He grunted and threw himself into a chair, his booted legs extended before him and one hand thrust into his uniform jacket. With a glance for Eliza, he tossed back the contents of his sherry gla.s.s and set it on the table with a decided ring.

”So Tom Hearst has learned to prey upon young ladies of society, has he?” the cavalryman said. ”That is no more than I should expect of him.”

”My dear Colonel-my dear William William”-this, with a laying of Eliza's dark lashes against her creamy cheek-”if you knew knew of anything that should counsel against a marriage-if such a union should in your eyes be imprudent-I know you would not hesitate to trust Miss Austen with your full confidence.” of anything that should counsel against a marriage-if such a union should in your eyes be imprudent-I know you would not hesitate to trust Miss Austen with your full confidence.”

The Colonel met my eyes and hesitated, wondering, I surmised, whether I was myself the lady whose heart Tom Hearst had entangled. Had I been, I should certainly have quailed; for Buchanan's disapproval was written in his hard blue eyes, and his hand rested lightly, out of habit, along the sheathed length of his sabre. A man not to be trifled with-as Eliza was certainly trifling now, did he but know it. I shuddered to consider the duplicity we had employed, here and at Wilborough House, these several days past; but remembered my Isobel, and the judicial proceedings to take place in but four days, and stifled my scruples.

”He is not well thought of among his company, that much is certain,” Colonel Buchanan said finally, his eyes still on mine.

”And does this arise from envy, or just cause?” Eliza asked, with some spirit.

”It arises, my dear Countess, from a tendency to wager his fortune too freely and too often, with the result that he leaves debts behind him wherever he goes.”

”Bah!” Eliza dismissed the Colonel's words as though he were a callow schoolboy. ”That is the story of officers-and never more so than among the fas.h.i.+onable Horse Guards.” She was goading the Colonel into fuller information, I knew, and in this aim she readily succeeded.

”I should hope that we are none of us in the straits of Lieutenant Hearst,” the cavalryman said stiffly, ”or His Majesty must look to others for protection.”

”The Lieutenant's outward appearance suggests no such trouble,” Eliza said serenely, laying her trap.

”That he has survived this long is a credit to his arrogance,” the Colonel burst out, with an eye for me. ”But believe, my dear Countess, that Hearst's affairs are in a dreadful state. He had appealed to his cousin-one Viscount Payne, whom I understand is now imprisoned imprisoned-for relief, and been denied. It is everywhere acknowledged that he bears a considerable grudge against that gentleman as a result. But where one relative failed, he soon had hopes of another: he was recently known to have a.s.sured his creditors that he should amply satisfy their claims upon the death of his uncle uncle, the late Earl of Scargrave, from whom he had expectations of some fortune.”

A chill of dread moved up my backbone. ”His uncle is recently deceased,” I said.

The Colonel turned to a.s.sess my countenance shrewdly. ”So I had heard, along with all of London. The Lieutenant is known to you, Miss Austen?”

”Some few weeks only. We were lately intimates of Scargrave Manor-where the young lady whom he has entangled, and upon whose behalf we have sought your counsel, was also a guest.”

”Scargrave Manor! Another unfortunate mark against the young man. We have all heard what occurred there.” there.”

”Lieutenant Hearst can hardly be blamed for the coincidence of family, Colonel Buchanan,” I said. ”It is is his boyhood home, and he might stay there with impunity, however many of the inmates meet with untimely ends.” his boyhood home, and he might stay there with impunity, however many of the inmates meet with untimely ends.”

”He might, but that coincidence plays too strong a part in that gentleman's fortunes,” the Colonel said harshly. ”Did not the Crown already hold captive the parties responsible, I might believe him capable even of murder.”

I exchanged a glance with Eliza; these were heavy words, indeed.

”My dear Colonel,” Eliza murmured, leaning towards him intimately, ”your hints are very dark and very vague. Pray tell us plainly what reason you may know against this marriage, and have done.”

Colonel Buchanan rose and paced slowly towards the fire, his brow furrowed in thought. The flames caught the gleam of his blue uniform's gold b.u.t.tons and braid, and threw in sharp relief a scar that bisected his chin. A sabre cut, undoubtedly, and one that had come too close to his neck for comfort.

”It is a highly delicate matter, you understand,” he said, turning to face first Eliza and then myself. ”No word of it may reach beyond this room, at least until such time as the matter of his cas.h.i.+erment1 is resolved.” is resolved.”

”Cas.h.i.+erment! This is serious, indeed!”

”I would not ruin the character of a man under my command for less,” the Colonel said, with a bitter smile. ”Tom Hearst is lately accused of such infamous conduct, as cannot rightly be credited to a soldier of His Majesty's Horse Guards.”

”And did this involve a young lady?” I enquired, with a terrible presentiment.

”A young lady? Not that I know of,” the Colonel replied, with brows drawn down. ”No, Miss Austen-it involved cards.”

”He is a gamester!” Eliza cried, clapping her hands. ”Was ever there a rogue who was not?”

”The Lieutenant is indeed fond of cards, and generally plays for high stakes.”

”The only sort of stakes there are,” Eliza murmured, remembering, no doubt, something of her late husband at Versailles, where the Comte de Feuillide had won and lost a succession of fortunes to Marie Antoinette's favourites.

Colonel Buchanan commenced to pace about the room, his hands thrust under the tails of his uniform jacket, his black boots gleaming with every step. The direction of our conversation certainly troubled him deeply; and I wondered whether he regretted his frankness. From his next words, however, it appeared otherwise.

”Lieutenant Hearst, my dear Countess and Miss Austen, has always played with the very worst sort of luck. He has been losing steadily throughout the year.” The Colonel ceased his pacing abruptly and wheeled about. ”Until last month.”

”His luck changed?” I said.

”Dramatically,” the Colonel rejoined, in a voice heavy with irony. ”Some few weeks before his Christmas leave-which was taken at the request of his commanding officer, rather than any desire of his own to seek the bosom of his family-he was all success of a sudden, and won such sums as must astonish.”

”Very rash,” said Eliza.

”The Countess, as always, has put the matter clearly,” Colonel Buchanan rejoined, with a grim smile. ”Success at cards, shall we say, went to his head; and the Lieutenant became greedy. He soon made the mistake, however, of challenging a stranger to his corps-one who could thus feel no obligation of affection, of comrades.h.i.+p, of experiences shared. An officer nonetheless, imbued with a sense of honour-and one who had seen this sort of luck before. More sherry, Miss Austen?”

I shook my head, too engrossed in the tale even to sip the wine I already possessed.

”This officer so succeeded in tripping up our friend the Lieutenant, that Tom Hearst was accused of having several cards beyond the usual set secreted in his coat-sleeve.”

I could not suppress a small gasp, and won a penetrating look from the Colonel before he continued.

”Lieutenant Hearst vigourously protested the a.s.sertion that he had cheated-an offence no gentleman may ever hope to survive-and charged his opponent with trickery. Why such a man-an officer and a stranger-should attempt to secure the Lieutenant's ruin without serious cause, you may well ask yourself.” The Colonel regained his chair and stroked his chin with a worn, blunt hand, his eyes on the portrait of a stallion arrayed in full battle harness.

”It is hardly likely,” Eliza, said. ”One surmises that Lieutenant Hearst spoke from guilty rage.”

”However it was, others more objective could prove the truth of neither a.s.sertion; the Lieutenant and his adversary had been playing long into the night, and had been deserted by their fellows; and no one had seen the cards the other alleged to have been in Lieutenant Hearst's coat-sleeve.”