“Are you saying you thought she was under the hatches because she’d lent her blunt to me?” demanded the Viscount.
“Only thing I could hit on!” pleaded Mr. Hethersett. “See I was mistaken, of course.”
The Viscount was just about to tell him extremely forcefully that so far from being responsible for Nell’s difficulties he had had nothing whatsoever to do with them when he suddenly remembered his own obligation to her. It was true that this had not put her in debt at the time; but it was equally true that it had made it impossible for her to pay, later, for a Chantilly lace court dress. For a moment he felt abominably ill-used. She had assured him that she was flush in the pocket; and it was rather too bad of her subsequently to run into debt, instead of exercising a little economy.
He eyed Mr. Hethersett smoulderingly. He had never liked the fellow above half, and to be unable to refute his ignoble suspicions made him seethe with rage. He wanted more than anything to plant him a facer, but since that also, under the circumstances, was impossible, he had to content himself with saying in a voice of ice: “Accept my thanks for your kind offices! And rest assured that you have no need to tease yourself further in the matter! I wish you good-night!”
With these dignified words he picked up his hat and cane, bowed stiffly to his host, and departed. Mr. Hethersett, closing the front door behind him, was left to mop his brow, and to wonder what would now be the outcome of the affair. Convinced of Dysart’s innocence, he was still profoundly skeptical of his ability to rescue his sister from the River Tick.
Chapter Seven
Not very many hours later Nell was surprised and gratified to receive a visit from her brother. She had been hopeful that he would call that day, but since his habits were by no means matutinal she had had no expectation of seeing him until after noon. She and Letty had returned to Grosvenor Square at eleven o’clock, after spending more than an hour walking in Hyde Park, and the Viscount reached the house just as they were rising from the breakfast-table. He declined an offer of breakfast, saying that all he wanted was a word with his sister. From his tone Nell was not encouraged to hope that he had hit upon a solution to her problem; and the look on his face warned her that something had happened to put him out of humour. Letty, with deplorable want of tact, informed him that he looked to be as cross as a cat, and demanded to know the reason. He replied that he was not at all cross, but wished to be private with his sister. Since this could only be regarded as a heavy set-down, Letty instantly took umbrage, and a very spirited dialogue ensued, during the course of which several personalities of an uncomplimentary nature were exchanged. The Viscount emerged victorious from the engagement, taking unhandsome advantage of his greater years, and informing Letty, with all the air of a sexagenarian, that pertness was neither proper nor pleasing in chits of her age. Unable to think of anything crushing enough to say in reply, Letty flounced out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
“How could you, Dy?” exclaimed Nell reproachfully. “I never heard anything so uncivil! And if we are to talk of impropriety, you know it is quite improper for you to be scolding Letty! You are not her brother.”
“No, and thank God for it!” he returned. “If she don’t take care she’ll grow into one of those hurly-burly women there’s no bearing.”
“But, Dy, why are you so out of reason cross?”
“I’ll tell you!” he said awfully. “And don’t put on any innocent airs, my girl, because you can’t gammon me, or turn me up sweet by making sheep’s eyes at me! You’ve been playing an undergame, and well you know it! What the devil did you mean by going off to Jew King after I’d told you I wouldn’t have you dealing with a cent-per-cent?”
She looked a little conscience-stricken, but demanded hotly, “Did Felix tell you that? I had not thought he could use me so shabbily!”
The Viscount was incensed with Mr. Hethersett, but he informed his erring sister, in a few pithy words, that she might think herself much obliged to him. He then drew a picture of the horrifying fates that overtook persons so cork-brained as to walk into the clutches of usurers; moralized in a very edifying way on the evils of improvidence; and demanded from Nell a solemn promise that she would never again try to visit Jew King, or any other moneylender. “And if you think jauntering to ruin is something to go into whoops over,” he added wrathfully, “let me tell you that you much mistake the matter!”
“Oh, no, indeed I don’t!” Nell said, trying to speak soberly. “It—it was just that I c-can’t help laughing when you talk like that about being improvident, and careless, and—and all the things you are yourself, Dy!” She saw that this remark had had anything but a softening effect, and said contritely: “I will never do so again! Of course it would be very bad if I were to continue borrowing, but that I had not the least intention of doing. I should have paid the money back after quarter-day, I promise you!”
“I daresay! And have found yourself in the basket again before the cat had time to lick her ear! Don’t I know it!” returned the Viscount, with feeling. “And why the devil you had to meddle, when you knew I had the business in hand, the lord alone knows!”
“Yes, but I thought perhaps it would be better if I did the thing myself,” said Nell frankly. “In case you did anything dreadful!”
“Oh, you did, did you? Coming it too strong, Nell! What the deuce should I do, pray?”
“Well, to own the truth,” she confessed, “I was afraid you might hold someone up!”
“Afraid I might hold someone up?” gasped Dysart. “Well, upon my soul! A pretty notion you have of me, by God!”
“You held me up!” Nell pointed out. “And if I hadn’t recognized you you would have robbed me—you know you would!”
“If that doesn’t beat all hollow!” ejaculated Dysart. “When all I meant to do was to have sold your curst jewellery for you! If you think I should have kept a groat of the ready for myself, you’re fair and far off, my girl!”
“No, but it was a desperate thing to do, Dy, and it quite cut up my peace. I can’t but wonder what next you may do, which puts me in high fidgets. Because—”
“Gammon!” interrupted Dysart. “Why, I wasn’t even going to take Letty’s trinkets! What’s more, this is all humdudgeon! You wouldn’t have cared a button for losing your jewels—now, would you?”
“N-no, but—”
“And you’d have been devilish thankful not to have recognized me, if I’d handed over the dibs to you next day. And it’s my belief,” pursued the Viscount relentlessly, “that you’d have taken good care not to have asked me how I’d come by them!”
Stricken, she said: “Oh, Dy, I am sadly afraid that that is true! It is the most mortifying reflection, too!”
“Stuff!” said the Viscount contemptuously. “Now, there’s no need for you to sit there looking as blue as a razor, Nell! I don’t mean to leave you in the lurch, I promise you. I’ve got one or two capital notions in my head, but I can’t raise the wind all in a trice, so it ain’t a bit of use fretting like a fly in a tar-box, and wanting to know every time you see me what I’ve been doing! Give me a week, and see if I don’t have the business blocked at both ends!”
She regarded him in some apprehension. “What notions have you in your head, Dy?”
“Never you mind!” he replied crushingly. “One notion I’ve got is that the less you know about it the better!”