With that he was gone; and the three who remained together heard his horse's hoofs descend the lane.Esther had not made a sign throughout the interview, and still kept silence now that it was over; but the Admiral, who had once or twice moved forward and drawn back again, now advanced for good.
'You are a man of spirit, sir,' said he to ****; 'but though I am no friend to parental interference, I will say that you were heavy on the governor.' Then he added with a chuckle:
'You began, Richard, with a silver spoon, and here you are in the water like the rest.Work, work, nothing like work.You have parts, you have manners; why, with application you may die a millionaire!' **** shook himself.He took Esther by the hand, looking at her mournfully.
'Then this is farewell,' he said.
'Yes,' she answered.There was no tone in her voice, and she did not return his gaze.
'For ever,' added ****.
'For ever,' she repeated mechanically.
'I have had hard measure,' he continued.'In time I believe I could have shown you I was worthy, and there was no time long enough to show how much I loved you.But it was not to be.I have lost all.'
He relinquished her hand, still looking at her, and she turned to leave the room.
'Why, what in fortune's name is the meaning of all this?'
cried Van Tromp.'Esther come back!'
'Let her go,' said ****, and he watched her disappear with strangely mingled feelings.For he had fallen into that stage when men have the vertigo of misfortune, court the strokes of destiny, and rush towards anything decisive, that it may free them from suspense though at the cost of ruin.
It is one of the many minor forms of suicide.
'She did not love me,' he said, turning to her father.
'I feared as much,' said he, 'when I sounded her.Poor ****, poor ****.And yet I believe I am as much cut up as you are.
I was born to see others happy.'
'You forget,' returned ****, with something like a sneer, 'that I am now a pauper.'
Van Tromp snapped his fingers.
'Tut!' said he; 'Esther has plenty for us all.'
**** looked at him with some wonder.It had never dawned upon him that this shiftless, thriftless, worthless, sponging parasite was yet, after and in spite of all, not mercenary in the issue of his thoughts; yet so it was.
'Now,' said ****, 'I must go.'
'Go?' cried Van Tromp.'Where? Not one foot, Mr.Richard Naseby.Here you shall stay in the meantime! and - well, and do something practical - advertise for a situation as private secretary - and when you have it, go and welcome.But in the meantime, sir, no false pride; we must stay with our friends;we must sponge a while on Papa Van Tromp, who has sponged so often upon us.'
'By God,' cried ****, 'I believe you are the best of the lot.'
'****, my boy,' replied the Admiral, winking, 'you mark me, Iam not the worst.'
'Then why,' began ****, and then paused.'But Esther,' he began again, once more to interrupt himself.'The fact is, Admiral,' he came out with it roundly now, 'your daughter wished to run away from you to-day, and I only brought her back with difficulty.'
'In the pony carriage?' asked the Admiral, with the silliness of extreme surprise.
'Yes,' **** answered.
'Why, what the devil was she running away from?'
**** found the question unusually hard to answer.
'Why,' said he, 'you know, you're a bit of a rip.'
'I behave to that girl, sir, like an archdeacon,' replied Van Tromp warmly.
'Well - excuse me - but you know you drink,' insisted ****.
'I know that I was a sheet in the wind's eye, sir, once -once only, since I reached this place,' retorted the Admiral.
'And even then I was fit for any drawing-room.I should like you to tell me how many fathers, lay and clerical, go upstairs every day with a face like a lobster and cod's eyes - and are dull, upon the back of it - not even mirth for the money! No, if that's what she runs for, all I say is, let her run.'
'You see,' **** tried it again, 'she has fancies - '
'Confound her fancies!' cried Van Tromp.'I used her kindly;she had her own way; I was her father.Besides I had taken quite a liking to the girl, and meant to stay with her for good.But I tell you what it is, ****, since she has trifled with you - Oh, yes, she did though! - and since her old papa's not good enough for her - the devil take her, say I.'
'You will be kind to her at least?' said ****.
'I never was unkind to a living soul,' replied the Admiral.
'Firm I can be, but not unkind.'
'Well,' said ****, offering his hand, 'God bless you, and farewell.'
The Admiral swore by all his gods he should not go.'****,'
he said, 'You are a selfish dog; you forget your old Admiral.
You wouldn't leave him alone, would you?'
It was useless to remind him that the house was not his to dispose of, that being a class of considerations to which his intelligence was closed; so **** tore himself off by force, and, shouting a good-bye, made off along the lane to Thymebury.