Chapter 15 O’Hara’s Mind is Made Up #3
O’Hara, watching them, saw with content that his capricious little wife was really attracted to my lord. It was a high honour, for she was hard to please, and many of O’Hara’s acquaintances had been received, if not with actual coldness, at least not with any degree of warmth.
At the end of the meal she withdrew with the warning that they were not to sit too long over their wine, and that Miles was not to fatigue his lordship.
O’Hara pushed the decanter towards his friend.
‘I’ve a piece of news I daresay will interest ye!’ he remarked.
Carstares looked at him inquiringly.
‘Ay. ’Tis that his Grace of Andover has withdrawn his precious person to Paris.’
Carstares raised one eyebrow.
‘I suppose he would naturally wish to remain in the background after our little fracas.’
‘Does he ever wish to be in the background?’
‘You probably know him better than I do. Does he?’
‘He does not. ’Tis always in front he is, mighty prominent. Damn him!’
My lord was faintly surprised.
‘Why that? Has he ever interfered with you?’
‘He has interfered with me best friend to some purpose.’
‘I fear the boot was on the other leg!’
‘Well, I know something of how he interferes with Dick.’
Carstares put down his glass, all attention now.
‘With Dick? How?’
O’Hara seemed to regret having spoken.
‘Oh, well – I’ve no sympathy with him.’
‘What has Tracy done to him?’
‘’Tis nothing of great moment. Merely that he and that worthless brother of his seek to squeeze him dry.’
‘Robert?’
‘Andrew. I know very little of Robert.’
‘Andrew! But he was a child –’
‘Well, he’s grown up now, and as rakish a young spendthrift as ye could wish for. Dick seems to pay their debts.’
‘Devil take him! Why?’
‘Heaven knows! I suppose Lavinia insists. We all knew that ’twas for that reason Tracy flung you both in her way.’
‘Nonsense! We went of our own accord. She had but returned from school.’
‘Exactly. And whose doing was that but Tracy’s?’
Carstares opened his eyes rather wide and leant both arms on the table, crooking his fingers round the stem of his wine glass.
‘Do the debts amount to much?’
‘I can’t tell ye that. ’Twas but by chance I found it out at all. The Belmanoirs were never moderate in their manner of living.’
‘Nor were any of us. Don’t be so hard on them, Miles! … I knew, of course, that the Belmanoir estate was mortgaged, but I did not guess to what extent.’
‘I don’t know that either, but Dick’s money does not go to pay it off. ’Tis all frittered away on gambling and pretty women.’
My lord’s brow darkened ominously.
‘Ye-s. I think I shall have a little score to settle with Tracy on that subject – some day.’
Miles said nothing.
‘But how does Dick manage without touching my money?’
‘I do not know.’ O’Hara’s tone implied that he cared less.
‘I hope he is not in debt himself,’ mused Carstares. ‘’Tis like enough he is in some muddle. I wish I might persuade him to accept the revenue.’ He frowned and drummed his fingers on the table.
O’Hara exploded.
‘Sure, ’twould be like you to be doing the same. Let the man alone for the Lord’s sake, and don’t be after worrying your head over a miserable spalpeen that did ye more harm than –’
‘Miles, I cannot allow you to speak so of Dick! You do not understand.’
‘I understand well enough. ’Tis too Christian ye are entirely. And let us have an end of this farce of yours! I know that Dick cheated as well as you do, and I say ’tis unnatural for you to be wanting him to take your money after he’s done you out of honour and all else!’
Carstares sipped his wine quietly, waiting for Miles’ anger to evaporate, as it presently did, leaving him to glower balefully. Then he started to laugh.
‘Oh Miles, let me go my own road! I’m a sore trial to you, I know.
’ Then suddenly sobering: ‘But I want you not to think so hardly of Dick. You know enough of him to understand a little how it all came about. You know how extravagant he was and how often in debt – can you not pardon the impulse of a mad moment?’
‘That I could pardon. What I cannot forgive is his – unutterable meanness in letting you bear the blame.’
‘O’Hara, he was in love with Lavinia –’
‘So were you.’
‘Not so deeply. With me ’twas a boy’s passion, but with him ’twas serious.’
O’Hara remained silent, his mouth unusually hard.
‘Put yourself in his place,’ pleased Jack. ‘If you –’
‘Thank you!’ O’Hara laughed unpleasantly. ‘No, Jack, we shall not agree on this subject, and we had best leave it alone. I do not think you need worry about him, though. I believe he is not in debt.’
‘Does he have fair luck with his racing and his –’
O’Hara smiled grimly.
‘Dick is a very changed man, John. He does not keep racehorses, neither does he play cards, save for appearance’s sake.’
‘Dick not play! What then does he do?’
‘Manage your estates and conducts his wife to routs. When in town,’ bitterly, ‘he inhabits your house.’
‘Well, there is none else to use it. But I cannot imagine Dick turned sober!’
‘’Tis easy to be righteous after the evil is done, I’m thinking!’
My lord ignored this remark. A curious smile played about his mouth.
‘Egad, Miles, ’tis very entertaining! I, the erstwhistle sober member – what is the matter?
– am now the profligate: I dice, I gamble, I rob.
Dick the ne’er-do-weel is a saint. He – er – lives a godly and righteous life, and – er – is robbed by his wife’s relations.
After all, I do not think I envy him overmuch. ’
‘At least, you enjoy life more than he does,’ said O’Hara, grinning. ‘For ye have no conscience to reckon with.’
Carstares’ face was inscrutable. He touched his lips with his napkin and smiled.
‘As you say, I enjoy life the more – but as to conscience, I do not think it is that.’
O’Hara glanced at him sitting sideways in his chair, one arm flung over its back.
‘Will ye be offended if I ask ye a question?’
‘Of course not.’
‘Then – do ye intend to go back to this highroad robbery?’
‘I do not.’
‘What then will you do?’
The shadows vanished, and my lord laughed.
‘To tell you the truth, Miles, I’ve not yet settled that point. Fate will decide – not I.’