– letters?” said Vine, as a servant entered the room and handed her master three.
“For you, Mr Pradelle; for you, Harry, and for me. May we open them. Mrs Van Heldre? They may be important.”
“Of course, Mr Vine, of course.”
Pradelle opened his, glanced at it, and thrust it into his pocket.
Harry did likewise.
Mr Vine read his twice, then dropped it upon the table.
“Papa! – father!” cried Louise, starting from her place, and running round to him as he stood up with a fierce angry light in his eyes, and the table was in confusion.
“Tidings at last of the French estates, Mr Pradelle,” whispered Aunt Margaret.
“Papa, is anything wrong? Is it bad news?” cried Louise.
“Wrong! Bad news!” he cried, flashing up from the quiet student to the stern man, stung to the quick by the announcement he had just received. “Van Heldre, old friend, you know how I strove among our connections and friends to place him where he might work and rise and prove himself my son.”
“Yes, yes, old fellow, but be calm.”
“Father, hush!” whispered Louise, as she glanced at Leslie’s sympathetic countenance. “Hush! be calm!”
“How can I be calm!” cried the old man fiercely. “The des Vignes! The family estates! The title! You hear this, Margaret. Here is a fine opportunity for the search to be made – the old castle and the vineyards to be rescued from the occupiers.”
“George – brother, what do you mean?” cried the old lady indignantly, and she laid her hand upon her nephew’s shoulder, as he sat gazing straight down before him at his plate.
“What do I mean?” cried the indignant father tossing the letter towards her. “I mean that my son is once more dismissed from his situation in disgrace.”
Chapter Five
Poison and Antidote
“Now, sir, have the goodness to tell me what you mean to do.”
Harry Vine looked at his father, thrust his hands low down into his pockets, leaned back against the mantelpiece, and was silent.
Vine senior leaned over a shallow glass jar, with a thin splinter of wood in his hand, upon which he had just impaled a small fragment of raw, minced periwinkle, and this he thrust down to where a gorgeous sea-anemone sat spread open upon a piece of rock – chipped from out of one of the caverns on the coast.
The anemone’s tentacles bristled all around, giving the creature the aspect of a great flower; and down among these the scrap of food was thrust till it touched them, when the tentacles began to curve over, and draw the scrap of shell-fish down toward the large central mouth, in which it soon began to disappear.
Vine senior looked up.
“I have done everything I could for you in the way of education. I have, I am sure, been a most kind and indulgent father. You have had a liberal supply of money, and by the exercise of my own and the personal interests of friends, I have obtained for you posts among our people, any one of which was the beginning of prosperity and position, such as a youth should have been proud to win.”
“But they were so unsuitable, father. All connected with trade.”
“Shame, Harry! As if there was anything undignified in trade. No matter whether it be trade or profession by which a man honestly earns his subsistence, it is an honourable career. And yet five times over you have been thrown back on my hands in disgrace.”
“Well, I can’t help it, father; I’ve done my best.”
“Your best!” cried Vine senior, taking up a glass rod, and stirring the water in another glass jar. “It is not true.”
“But it’s so absurd. You’re a rich man.”
“If I were ten times as well off, I would not have you waste your life in idleness. You are not twenty-four, and I am determined that you shall take some post. I have seen too much of what follows when a restless, idle young man sits down to wait for his father’s money. There, I am busy now. Go and think over what I have said. You must and shall do something. It is now a month since I received that letter. What is Mr Pradelle doing down here again?”
“Come for a change, as any other gentleman would.”
“Gentleman?”
“Well, he has a little income of his own, I suppose. If I’ve been unlucky, that’s no reason why I should throw over my friends.”
The father looked at the son in a perplexed way, and then fed another sea-anemone, Harry looking on contemptuously.
“Well, sir, you have heard what I said. Go and think it over.”
“Yes, father.”
The young man left the business-like study, and encountered his sister in the hall.
“Well, Harry?”
“Well, Lou.”
“What does papa say?”
“The old story. I’m to go back to drudgery. I think I shall enlist.”
“For shame! and you professing to care as you do for Madelaine.”
“So I do. I worship her.”
“Then prove it by exerting yourself in the way papa wishes. I wonder you have not more spirit.”
“And I wonder you have not more decency towards my friends.”
Louise coloured slightly.
“Here you profess to believe in my going into trade and drudging behind a counter.”
“I did not know that a counter had ever been in question, Harry,” said his sister sarcastically.
“Well, a clerk’s desk; it’s all the same. I believe you would like to see me selling tea and sugar.”
“I don’t think I should mind.”
“No; that’s it. I’m to be disgraced while you are so much of the fine lady that you look down on, and quite insult my friend Pradelle.”
“Aunt Margaret wishes to speak to you, dear,” said Louise gravely. “I promised to tell you as soon as you left the study.”
“Then hang it all! why didn’t you tell me? Couldn’t resist a chance for a lecture. There’s only one body here who understands me, and that’s aunt. Why even Madelaine’s turning against me now, and I believe it is all your doing.”
“I have done nothing but what is for your good, Harry.”
“Then you own to it? You have been talking to Maddy.”
“She came and confided in me, and I believe I spoke the truth.”
“Yes, I knew
