The Eustace Diamonds (60 page)

On the part of Frank Greystock there was certainly no desire to let the Under-Secretary escape. It is hoped that the reader, to whom every tittle of this story has been told without reserve, and every secret unfolded, will remember that others were not treated with so much open candour. The reader knows much more of Lizzie Eustace than did her cousin Frank. He, indeed, was not quite in love with Lizzie; but to him she was a pretty, graceful young woman, to whom he was bound by many ties, and who had been cruelly injured. Dangerous she was doubtless, and perhaps a little artificial. To have had her married to Lord Fawn would have been a good thing – and would still be a good thing. According to all the rules known in such matters Lord Fawn was
bound to marry her. He had become engaged to her, and Lizzie had done nothing to forfeit her engagement. As to the necklace – the plea made for jilting her on that ground was a disgraceful pretext. Everybody was beginning to perceive that Mr Camper-down would never have succeeded in getting the diamonds from her, even if they had not been stolen. It was ‘preposterous', as Frank said over and over again to his friend Herriot, that a man when he was engaged to a lady, should take upon himself to judge her conduct as Lord Fawn had done – and then ride out of his engagement on a verdict found by himself. Frank had therefore willingly displayed alacrity in persecuting his lordship, and had not been altogether without hope that he might drive the two into a marriage yet – in spite of the protestations made by Lizzie at Portray.

Lord Fawn had certainly not spent a happy winter. Between Mrs Hittaway on the one side and Frank Greystock on the other, his life had been a burthen to him. It had been suggested to him by the various people that he was behaving badly to the lady – who was represented as having been cruelly misused by fortune and by himself. On the other hand it had been hinted to him, that nothing was too bad to believe of Lizzie Eustace, and that no calamity could be so great as that by which he would be over-whelmed were he still to allow himself to be forced into that marriage. ‘It would be better,' Mrs Hittaway had said, ‘to retire to Ireland at once, and cultivate your demesne in Tipperary.' This was a grievous sentence, and one which had greatly excited the brother's wrath; – but it had shown how very strong was his sister's opinion against the lady to whom he had unfortunately offered his hand. Then there came to him a letter from Mr Grey-stock, in which he was asked for his ‘written explanation'. If there be a proceeding which an official man dislikes worse than another, it is a demand for a written explanation. ‘It is impossible,' Frank had said, ‘that your conduct to my cousin should be allowed to drop without further notice. Hers has been without reproach. Your engagement with her has been made public – chiefly by you, and it is out of the question that she should be treated as you are treating her, and that your lordship should
escape without punishment' What the punishment was to be he did not say; but there did come a punishment on Lord Fawn from the eyes of every man whose eyes met his own, and in the tones of every voice that addressed him. The looks of the very clerks in the India Office accused him of behaving badly to a young woman, and the doorkeeper at the House of Lords seemed to glance askance at him. And now Lady Glencora, who was the social leader of his own party, the feminine polestar of the liberal heavens, the most popular and the most daring woman in London, had attacked him personally, and told him that he ought to call on Lady Eustace!

Let it not for a moment be supposed that Lord Fawn was without conscience in the matter, or indifferent to moral obligations. There was not a man in London less willing to behave badly to a young woman than Lord Fawn; or one who would more diligently struggle to get back to the right path, if convinced that he was astray. But he was one who detested interference in his private matters, and who was nearly driven mad between his sister and Frank Greystock. When he left Lady Glencora's house he walked towards his own abode with a dark cloud upon his brow. He was at first very angry with Lady Glencora. Even her position gave her no right to meddle with his most private affairs as she had done. He would resent it, and would quarrel with Lady Glencora. What right could she have to advise him to call upon any woman? But by degrees this wrath died away, and gave place to fears, and qualms, and inward questions. He, too, had found a change in general opinion about the diamonds. When he had taken upon himself with a high hand to dissolve his own engagement, everybody had. as he thought, acknowledged that Lizzie Eustace was keeping property which did not belong to her. Now people talked of her losses as though the diamonds had been undoubtedly her own. On the next morning Lord Fawn took an opportunity of seeing Mr Camperdown.

‘My dear lord,' said Mr Camperdown, ‘I shall wash my hands of the matter altogether. The diamonds are gone, and the questions now are, who stole them, and where are they? In our business we can't meddle with such questions as those.'

You will drop the bill in Chancery then?'

‘What good can the bill do us when the diamonds are gone? If Lady Eustace had anything to do with the robbery –'

‘You suspect her, then?'

‘No, my lord; no. I cannot say that. I have no right to say that. Indeed it is not Lady Eustace that I suspect. She has got into bad hands, perhaps; but I do not think that she is a thief.'

‘You were suggesting that – if she had anything to do with the robbery –'

‘Well; – yes; – if she had, it would not be for us to take steps against her in the matter. In fact, the trustees have decided that they will do nothing more, and my hands are tied. If the minor, when he comes of age, claims the property from them, they will prefer to replace it. It isn't very likely; but that's what they say.'

‘But if it was an heirloom –' suggested Lord Fawn, going back to the old claim.

‘That's exploded,' said Mr Camperdown. ‘Mr Dove was quite clear about that.'

This was the end of the filing of that bill in Chancery as to which Mr Camperdown had been so very enthusiastic! Now it certainly was the case that poor Lord Fawn in his conduct towards Lizzie had trusted greatly to the support of Mr Camperdown's legal proceeding. The world could hardly have expected him to marry a woman against whom a bill in Chancery was being carried on for the recovery of diamonds which did not belong to her. But that support was now altogether withdrawn from him. It was acknowledged that the necklace was not an heirloom – clearly acknowledged by Mr Camperdown! And even Mr Camperdown would not express an opinion that the lady had stolen her own diamonds.

How would it go with him, if, after all, he were to marry her? The bone of contention between them had at any rate been made to vanish. The income was still there, and Lady Glencora Palliser had all but promised her friendship. As he entered the India Office on his return from Mr Camperdown's chambers, he almost thought that that would be the best way out of his difficulty. In
his room he found his brother-in-law, Mr Hittaway, waiting for him. It is always necessary that a man should have some friend whom he can trust in delicate affairs, and Mr Hittaway was selected as Lord Fawn's friend. He was not at all points the man whom Lord Fawn would have chosen, but for their close connexion. Mr Hittaway was talkative, perhaps a little loud, and too apt to make capital out of every incident of his life. But confidential friends are not easily found, and one does not wish to increase the circle to whom one's family secrets must become known. Mr Hittaway was at any rate zealous for the Fawn family, and then his character as an official man stood high. He had been asked on the previous evening to step across from the Civil Appeal Office to give his opinion respecting that letter from Frank Greystock demanding a written explanation. The letter had been sent to him; and Mr Hittaway had carried it home and shown it to his wife. ‘He's a cantankerous Tory, and determined to make himself disagreeable,' said Mr Hittaway, taking the letter from his pocket and beginning the conversation. Lord Fawn seated himself in his great arm-chair, and buried his face in his hands. ‘I am disposed, after much consideration, to advise you to take no notice of the letter,' said Mr Hittaway, giving his counsel in accordance with instructions received from his wife. Lord Fawn still buried his face. ‘Of course the thing is painful – very painful. But out of two evils one should choose the least. The writer of this letter is altogether unable to carry out his threat' ‘What can the man do to him?' Mrs Hittaway had asked, almost snapping at her husband as she did so. ‘And then,' continued Mr Hittaway, ‘we all know that public opinion is with you altogether. The conduct of Lady Eustace is notorious.'

‘Everybody is taking her part,' said Lord Fawn almost crying.

‘Surely not.'

‘Yes; – they are. The bill in Chancery has been withdrawn, and it's my belief that if the necklace were found tomorrow, there would be nothing to prevent her keeping it – just as she did before.'

‘But it was an heirloom?'

‘No it wasn't. The lawyers were all wrong about it. As far as I
can see, lawyers always are wrong. About those nine lacs
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of rupees for the Sawab, Finlay was all wrong. Camperdown owns that he was wrong. If, after all, the diamonds were hers, I'm sure I don't know what I am to do. Thank you, Hittaway, for coming over. That'll do for the present. Just leave that ruffian's letter, and I'll think about it.'

This was considered by Mrs Hittaway to be a very bad state of things, and there was great consternation in Warwick Square when Mr Hittaway told his wife this new story of her brother's weakness. She was not going to be weak. She did not intend to withdraw her opposition to the marriage. She was not going to be frightened by Lizzie Eustace and Frank Greystock – knowing as she did that they were lovers, and very improper lovers, too. ‘Of course she stole them herself,' said Mrs Hittaway; ‘and I don't doubt but she stole her own money afterwards. There's nothing she wouldn't do. I'd sooner see Frederic in his grave than married to such a woman as that. Men don't know how sly women can be; – that's the truth. And Frederic has been so spoilt among them down at Richmond, that he has no real judgement left. I don't suppose he means to marry her.'

‘Upon my word I don't know,' said Mr Hittaway. Then Mrs Hittaway made up her mind that she would at once write a letter to Scotland.

There was an old lord about London in those days – or, rather, one who was an old Liberal but a young lord – one Lord Mount Thistle, who had sat in the Cabinet, and had lately been made a peer when his place in the Cabinet was wanted. He was a pompous, would-be important, silly old man, well acquainted with all the traditions of his party, and perhaps, on that account, useful – but a bore, and very apt to meddle when he was not wanted. Lady Glencora, on the day after her dinner-party, whispered into his ear that Lord Fawn was getting himself into trouble, and that a few words of caution, coming to him from one whom he respected so much as he did Lord Mount Thistle, would be of service to him. Lord Mount Thistle had known Lord Fawn's father, and declared himself at once to be quite entitled to interfere. ‘He is really behaving badly to Lady Eustace,' said Lady Glencora, ‘and I don't
think that he knows it.' Lord Mount Thistle, proud of a commission from the hands of Lady Glencora, went almost at once to his old friend's son. He found him at the House that night, and whispered his few words of caution in one of the lobbies.

‘I know you will excuse me, Fawn,' Lord Mount Thistle said, ‘but people seem to think that you are not behaving quite well to Lady Eustace.'

‘What people?' demanded Lord Fawn.

‘My dear fellow, that is a question that cannot be answered. You know that I am the last man to interfere if I didn't think it my duty as a friend. You were engaged to her?' – Lord Fawn only frowned. ‘If so,' continued the late cabinet minister, ‘and if you have broken it off, you ought to give your reasons. She has a right to demand as much as that.'

On the next morning, Friday, there came to him the note which Lady Glencora had recommended Lizzie to write. It was very short. ‘Had you not better come and see me? You can hardly think that things should be left as they are now. L. E. – Hertford Street, Thursday.' He had hoped – he had ventured to hope – that things might be left, and that they would arrange themselves; that he could throw aside his engagement without further trouble, and that the subject would drop. But it was not so. His enemy, Frank Greystock, had demanded from him a ‘written explanation' of his conduct. Mr Camperdown had deserted him. Lady Glencora Palliser, with whom he had not the honour of any intimate acquaintance, had taken upon herself to give him advice. Lord Mount Thistle had found fault with him. And now there had come a note from Lizzie Eustace herself, which he could hardly venture to leave altogether unnoticed. On that Friday he dined at his club, and then went to his sister's house in Warwick Square. If assistance might be had anywhere, it would be from his sister; – she, at any rate, would not want courage in carrying on the battle on his behalf.

‘Ill-used!' she said, as soon as they were closeted together. ‘Who dares to say so?'

‘That old fool, Mount Thistle, has been with me.'

‘I hope, Frederic, you don't mind what such a man as that says. He has probably been prompted by some friend of hers. And who else?'

‘Camperdown turns round now and says that they don't mean to do anything more about the necklace. Lady Glencora Palliser told me the other day that all the world believes that the thing was her own.'

‘What does Lady Glencora Palliser know about it? If Lady Glencora Palliser would mind her own affairs it would be much better for her. I remember when she had troubles enough of her own, without meddling with other people's.'

‘And now I'll got this note.' Lord Fawn had already shown Lizzie's few scrawled words to his sister. ‘I think I must go and see her.'