“I don’t think it was her mother’s fault,” said John, anxious to do justice all round. “Elinor is very head-strong, and when she has made up her mind to a thing——”
“A bit of a girl!” said Mr. Lynch, contemptuously. He was an old bachelor and knew nothing about the subject, as the reader will perceive. “Her mother ought never to have permitted it for a moment. She should have put down her foot: and then Miss Elinor would soon have come to reason. What I wonder is the ruffian’s own motives? for it can’t be a little bit of money like that. Five thousand’s a mere mouthful to such a man as he is. He’ll get rid of it all in a week.”
“It must be tied up as tight as possible,” said John.
Here Mr. Lynch faltered a little. “She has got an idea into her head, with the intention, I don’t doubt, of defrauding herself if she can. He has got some investment for it, it appears. He is on the board of some company—a pretty board to take in such a fellow? But the Honourable is always something, I suppose.”
John did not say the dis-Honourable, though it trembled on the edge of his tongue. “But you will not permit that?” he said.
“No, no; we will not permit it,” said Mr. Lynch, with an emphasis on the negative which sounded like failing resolution.
“That would be giving the lamb to the wolf with a vengeance.{vol. i_69}”
“Exactly what I said; exactly what I said. I am very glad, Mr. Tatham, that you take the same view.”
“There is but one view to be taken,” said John. “He must not have the slightest power over her money. It must be tied up as tight as the law can do it; not that I think it of the least consequence,” he added. “Of course, he will get it all from her one way or another. Law’s but a poor barrier against a determined man.”
“I’m glad you see that too,” said Mr. Lynch, “and you might say a determined woman: for she has set her mind on this, and we’ll have a nice business with her, I can see.”
“A bit of a girl!” said John, with a laugh, echoing the previous sentiment.
“That’s very true,” said the old lawyer; “and still I think her mother—but I don’t put any great confidence in my own power to resist Elinor. Poor little thing, I’ve known her since she was that high; indeed, I may say I knew her before she was born. And you are a relation, Mr. Tatham?”
“Third or fourth cousin.”
“But still, more intimate than a person unconnected with them, and able to speak your mind more freely. I wonder now that you never said anything. But in family matters sometimes one is very reluctant to interfere.”
“I said everything I could say, not to offend them mortally; but I could only tell them the common talk{vol. i_70} of society. I told my aunt he was a scamp but after the first shock I am not sure that she thought that was any such bad thing. It depended upon the sense you put upon the word, she said.”
“Oh, women, women!” said Mr. Lynch. “That’s their way—a reformed rake makes the best husband. It’s an old-fashioned sentiment, but it’s in the background of their minds, a sort of tradition that they can’t shake off—or else the poor fellow has had so many disadvantages, and they think they can make it all right. It’s partly ignorance and partly vanity. But they are all the same, and their ways in the matter of marriage are not to be made out.”
“You have a great deal of experience.”
“Experience—oh, don’t speak of it!” said the old gentleman. “A man has a certain idea of the value of money, however great a fool he may be, but the women——”
“And yet they are said to stick to money, and to be respectful of it beyond anything but a miser. I have myself remarked——”
“In small matters,” said Mr. Lynch, “in detail—sixpences to railway porters and that sort of thing—so people say at least. But a sum of money on paper has no effect on a woman, she will sign it away with a wave of her hand. It doesn’t touch their imagination. Five pounds in her pocket is far more than five thousand on paper, to Elinor, for instance. I wish,” cried the old gentleman, with a little spitefulness, “that this Mar{vol. i_71}ried Women’s Property Bill would push on and get itself made law. It would save us a great deal of trouble, and perhaps convince the world at the last how little able they are to be trusted with property. A nice mess they will make of it, and plenty of employment for young solicitors,” he said, rubbing his hands.
For this was before that important bill was passed, which has not had (like so many other bills) the disastrous consequences which Mr. Lynch foresaw.
They were met at the station by the pony carriage, and at the door by Elinor herself, who came flying out to meet them. She seized Mr. Lynch by both arms, for he was a little old man, and she was bigger than he was.
“Now you will remember what I said,” she cried in his ear, yet not so low but that John heard it too.
“You are a little witch; you mustn’t insist upon anything so foolish. Leave all that to me, my dear,” said Mr. Lynch. “What do you know about business? You must leave it to me and the other gentleman, who I suppose is here, or coming.”
“He is here, but I don’t care for him. I care only for you. There are such advantages; and I do know a great deal about business; and,” she said, with her mouth close to the old lawyer’s ear, “it will please Phil so much if I show my confidence in him, and in the things with which he has to do.”
“It will not please him so much if the thing bursts, and you are left without a penny, my dear.{vol. i_72}”
Elinor laughed. “I don’t suppose he will mind a bit: he cares nothing for money. But I do,” she said. “You know you always say women love acquisition. I want good interest, and of course with Phil on it, it must be safe for me.”
“Oh, that makes it like the Bank of England, you think! but I don’t share your confidence, my pretty Elinor. I’m an old fellow. No Phil in the world has any charm for me. You must trust me to do what I feel is best for you. And Mr. Tatham here is quite of my opinion.”
“Oh, John! he is sure to be against me,” said Elinor, with an angry glimmer in her eyes. She had not as yet taken any notice of him while she welcomed with such warmth his old companion. And John had stood by offering no greeting, with his bag in his hand. But when she said this the quick-feeling girl was seized with compunction. She turned from Mr. Lynch and held out both her hands to her cousin. “John, I didn’t mean that; it is only that I am excited and cross. And don’t, oh, don’t go against me,” she cried.
“I never did, and never will, Elinor,” he said gravely. Then he asked, after a moment, “Is Mr. Compton here?”
“No; how could he be here? Three