it was hillyard’s behaviour at this meal which gained him the regard of the various members of the renton family. he took such pains to attend to the strangers, and give to the agitated group the air of an ordinary party, that all of them who were sufficiently disengaged to observe his exertions felt grateful to him. millicent sat next to ben on one side, but hillyard had placed himself between her and mary westbury on the other, and in all the intervals of his general services to the company mrs. rich had his attention, for which mary blessed him. she herself, overcome by many emotions, was but a pale spectator, able to take little part in what was going on, saying now and then a languid word to the unfortunate guardsman, but capable of nothing more except watching, which she did with a sick excitement beyond all description. mary was so pale, indeed, and watchful and excited, that her mother was alarmed, and made signs to her across the table which she did not feel capable of under{221}standing. ‘she will cry if she does not mind, and make a scene,’ mrs. westbury said to herself; and set it all down to the score of ben, which was true enough, but not as she thought. as for ben, he inclined his ear specially to mrs. tracy, who was at his other hand, and hoped she liked the willows, and that her rheumatism was better, and a hundred other nothings. there was, it is true, nothing very remarkable about this party, looking at it from the outside. they were well-dressed people, gathered round a well-appointed table, getting through an average amount of talk, smiling upon each other like ordinary mortals; but yet underneath how different it was; mrs. renton was consoled, and ate her luncheon, sustained by her son laurie’s attentions; but mrs. frank renton trembled so that she could scarcely keep up the fiction of eating, and grew pale and flushed again six times in a minute, and nervously consulted the countenance of her husband, who, very silent and self-absorbed, drank his sherry, and more of it than he wanted at that hour, taking little notice of any one; then, at the other end of the table, there was mrs. tracy, hanging with ostentatious, artificial interest on every word uttered by ben; and millicent, very pale, with an excited gleam in her eyes, casting tender, wistful looks at him, which he never saw; and hillyard talking enough for six, helping everybody, introducing a hundred indifferent subjects of conversation, which{222} ran a feeble course half-way round the table and then died a natural death. mrs. westbury, one of the few people who was calm enough to remark upon the appearance of the others, concluded within herself that, after all, the strangers were a mistake. if the family party had been alone, their excitement would have been nothing beyond what was natural; but her own child, mary, who ought at least to have been one of the calmest of the party, sat by that unhappy guardsman pale as a ghost, once in ten minutes saying something to him, and looking as if she were about to faint; and all the others were equally under the sway of agitation and self-restraint. when this uncomfortable meal came to an end, everybody rose with an alacrity which showed how glad they were that it was over. and then there ensued another moment of supreme embarrassment. if the strangers had any sense of the position they would go away instantly, the family felt; but instead of that, millicent moved at once to the upper end of the room, where there stood upon a crimson pedestal a bust of the last benedict renton, and humbly begged of ben to explain to her who it was; and while the others stood about waiting, he had to follow and describe his grandfather, and fulfil the duties of showman, mrs. tracy rushing to join the group.

‘benedict renton—your name!’ millicent said, with again another attempt upon his feelings, while{223} ben stood angrily conscious of the effort and contemptuous of the fooling, scarcely concealing his eagerness to be at liberty. ‘and this portrait, mr. renton? i can trace the family resemblance,’ said mrs. tracy. and all this while mr. ponsonby’s blue bag waited outside, and the family murmured, standing round in agonies of suspense to know their fate. then once more hillyard stood forth, vindicating his claim to be called ben’s right-hand man.

‘let me be cicerone,’ he said, ‘renton, i know you are anxious to see to your business. mrs. rich will take me for her guide to the pictures for the moment. you know mr. ponsonby cannot wait, and you are losing time.’

‘if mrs. rich will excuse me,’ said ben.

‘oh, please don’t think of excuses; we can wait,’ said millicent. ‘mayn’t we wait to learn the news?’ and she clasped her hands softly, unseen of the bystanders, and gazed into his face. ‘nobody,’ she murmured, lowering her voice, ‘can be more interested than i.’

‘so long as you can find anything to amuse you,’ said ben, half frantic. ‘hillyard, i confide it to you;’ and he had turned away, before any further dart could be thrown at him. then there was a hurried consultation between mrs. renton and her sister-in-law. ‘i shall stay with them; never mind. of course i am anxious too; but half-an-hour more or less don’t matter,’ mrs. westbury said, with the{224} voice of a martyr; and when millicent looked round she found herself standing alone with her own special party, hillyard at her right hand, and mrs. westbury, with a smile of fixed politeness, behind. ben was gone. he had made no answer to her appeal,—he had shown no inclination to linger by her side. she had put forth all her strength for this grand final coup, and it had failed.

‘i don’t think mr. renton has improved in politeness in his travels,’ she said to hillyard, unable altogether to restrain the expression of her despite.

‘he has not been in polite regions,’ said hillyard; ‘and everything, you know, must give place to business, now-a-days, even the service of ladies. you must forgive him, when you consider what it is——’

‘i have nothing to do with him,’ said millicent, angrily. ‘i hope i never shall have anything to do with so rude a man;’ and then she paused, thinking she had gone too far. ‘you know it is not a way to treat an old friend——’

‘poor renton!’ said hillyard. ‘he is so unlikely to be any the better for this anxiety, you know,—that is the worst of it; and i don’t think he has any hopes to speak of. he has made all his arrangements for going back to his work——’

‘you don’t say so!’ cried mrs. tracy, with a look at her daughter. ‘and i can’t believe it!’ cried millicent.{225}

‘but i assure you it is true. no one can know better than i, for i go with him,’ said hillyard; ‘all our arrangements are made. but let me show you the pictures. this was sir anthony renton, who was a—master in chancery in queen elizabeth’s time,’ pointing to a respectable merchant in snuff-coloured garments of the days of queen anne. but the visitors cared nothing for the family portraits, and hillyard’s last shaft had told. if ben was unlikely to have renton, it was of no use spending more trouble upon him. they consulted together hastily for a moment, and then they turned their backs upon the pictures. ‘i have the pleasure to wish you good morning, mrs. westbury,’ said mrs. tracy. ‘since our friends are so much occupied we will take our leave. pray give mrs. renton my best sympathies.’

‘it is to be hoped some one will get the money at the end,’ said millicent, with less civility, sweeping towards the door. and thus the strangers were got rid of at last.

‘i flatter myself i did that,’ said hillyard, with a chuckle of satisfaction. and then he, too, took his departure, and left aunt lydia free to join the party in the library, where the great revelation of the future fate of the family was about to take place.

the air of restrained excitement in this room was such that it would have communicated itself to{226} the merest stranger who had entered. it was a dark room by nature; and a cloud had just passed, as if in sympathy, over the brightness of the day. the window was open, and the blind beat and flapped against it in the wind, which was a sound that startled everybody, and yet that nobody had nerve enough to stop. mrs. renton had been placed in an easy chair near the vacant fireplace. alice and mary sat formally on two chairs against the wall; and the three brothers stood up together in a lump, though they neither spoke nor looked at each other. mr. ponsonby was seated at the writing-table, arranging his papers and holding in his hand a large blue envelope, sealed. there was complete silence, except now and then the rustle of papers, as the lawyer turned them over. the members of the family scarcely ventured to breathe. when aunt lydia entered they all turned round with a look of reproach; their nerves were so highly strung that the least motion startled them. in the midst of this silence, all at once mrs. renton began to sob and cry, ‘i feel as if you had just come home from the funeral!’ she said, with a wail of feeble grief. there was a little momentary stir at the suggestion, so true was it; and alice, being at the end of her strength, cried too, silently, out of excitement. as for the brothers, they were beyond taking much notice of the interruption. they were now so much wiser, so much more experienced, since the day of{227} the funeral, the last time they had all met together in this solemn way. now they did not know what they were to expect: their confidence in their father and the world and things in general was destroyed. by this time it had become apparent to them that things the most longed for were about the last things to be attained. had they been all sent away again for another seven years, or had the property been alienated for ever and ever, the brothers would not have been surprised. whether they would have submitted, was a different question. their opinions about many things had changed. their unhesitating resolution to obey their father’s will seven years ago, without a word of blame, appeared to them now simple quixotism. they were scarcely moved by their mother’s tears. he had done them harm, though they had been dutiful to him. he might now be about to do them more harm for anything they could tell. the uncriticising anxiety and expectation which filled the women of the party was a very different sentiment from the uneasy, angry anticipations of ‘the boys.’ few dead men have ever managed to secure for themselves such a vigorous posthumous opposition. in short, he was not to them a dead man at all, but a living power, against which they might yet have to struggle for their lives.

mr. ponsonby looked round upon this strange company, with the big envelope in his hand and{228} an excitement equal to their own. he looked at them all, after mrs. renton’s crying had been quieted, and cleared his throat. ‘boys,’ he said, hoarsely, ‘i don’t know what’s in this any more than you do. he did it without consulting me. if it is the will of ‘54 that is here, it is all just and right; but if it is any new-fangled nonsense, like what i read to you here seven years ago, by the lord i will fight it for you, die or win!’

this extraordinary speech, it may be supposed, did not lessen the excitement of the listeners. alice crossed over suddenly to her husband, and clung to him, taking it for granted that disappointment and downfall were involved in these words. ‘dear, if there is nothing for us, i shall not mind!’ she cried, gazing at mr. ponsonby with a kind of terror. ‘quickly, please; let us wait no longer than is necessary,’ said ben, with a certain peremptoriness of tone. mr. ponsonby had settled down in a moment, after this outburst, to his usual look and tone.

‘i need not trouble you with many preliminaries,’ he said; ‘you all remember how everything happened. he sent for me a week before his death, and gave me this,’ holding up the envelope, ‘and this letter, which i have also here. when i remonstrated his answer was, “if the one harms, the other will set right.” my own impression now is, i tell you frankly, that his mind was affected. have patience one moment. nothing in the shape of a will, even{229} in draft, was found among his papers, so that there is nothing whatever to set against this, or explain his intention. if it is that of ‘54 it is all right——’

‘no more!’ cried ben; ‘let us know what it is at once.’

then the lawyer tore open the envelope. not a sound but the tearing of the paper and crackling sound of the document within was to be heard in the room, except one sob from mrs. renton, which seemed to express in one sound the universal thirst of all their hearts. mr. ponsonby rose up as he unfolded the paper; he stopped and gazed round upon them blankly, with consternation in his eyes. then he opened the sheet in his hand, turned it over and over, shook out the very folds to make sure that nothing lurked within,—then caught up the torn envelope and did the same. and then he uttered an oath. the man was moved out of himself,—he stamped his foot unconsciously, and clenched his fist, and swore at his dead antagonist. ‘d—— him!’ he cried fiercely. this pantomime drove the spectators wild. when he held up the paper to them they all crowded on each other to see, but understood nothing. it was a great sheet of blue paper, spotless—without a word upon it. mr. ponsonby in his rage tossed it down on the floor at their feet across the table. ‘take it for what it is worth!’ he shouted, almost foaming with rage. frank, at whose feet it{230} fell, picked it up, and held it in his hands, turning it over, stupid with wonder. ‘what does it mean?’ cried ben, hoarsely. surprise and excitement had taken away their wits.

‘give it to me!’ said mrs. renton, from behind; and her son, upon whom the truth was beginning to dawn, threw it into her lap. it flashed upon them all at once, and a kind of delirium, fell on the party,—flouted, laughed at, turned into derision, as it seemed, by the implacable dead.

‘it means that there is no will. i have been keeping a blank sheet of paper for you,’ said mr. ponsonby bitterly, ‘for seven years.’

and then there was another pause, and they all looked at each other, too much bewildered to understand the position, as if the earth had been rent asunder at their very feet.

‘we never did anything to him to deserve this!’ said laurie suddenly, with a voice of pain. ‘is there no mistake?’

as for ben, he said nothing. his eyes followed the gleam of the paper, which his mother was turning over and over in her helpless hands, as if the secret of it might still be found out. but by degrees his eyes lighted up. almost unconsciously he made a step apart, separating himself, as it were, from the audience, placing himself by mr. ponsonby’s side as a speaker. there was a certain triumph in his eye. after all, he was but a man, like other men,{231} and the heir; and his rights had been debated and questioned by everybody, himself included. there was a flush and movement of satisfaction about him,—a sudden warm blaze out of the absorbing disappointment, baffled hopes, and bitter resentment which were rising round him.

‘if there is no will,’ he said, with a deep flush on his face, and nervous gesture of his hand, ‘renton is mine, as it ought to be. i am in my father’s place; and what has been done amiss, it is my place to undo. i cannot believe that there is any one here who doubts me.’

while he was speaking, alice uttered a little cry. she had turned to him her white face, but without seeing him or any one. ‘must we go back to india?’ she said, with a voice of anguish. that was the shape it took to the young pair. she was pale as marble, but frank’s face was blazing red.

‘hush, alice!’ he said, fiercely; ‘that is our own affair.’

ben made a movement towards them in his impatience. ‘i have told you you should not go back!’ he cried. ‘i am here in my father’s place to set all right.’

‘stop a little,’ said mr. ponsonby, suddenly coming forward with a chair in his hand, which he placed in the midst of them, sitting down upon it, amid the agitated group. ‘you have not done with me yet. we have not come to such simple means{232} yet. mrs. frank, my dear, don’t be angry, and don’t give way to your feelings. things are not so bad as you suppose. i lost my head, which is inexcusable in a man of my profession. it was a dirty trick of him, after a friendship of thirty years. my dear young people, sit down, all of you, and listen to me.’

no one made any change of position, but they all turned their eyes upon him with looks differing in intensity, but full of a hundred questions. frank was defiant; alice wild with despairing anxiety; mrs. renton crying; laurie soothing her; ben very watchful, eager, and attentive. mr. ponsonby, however, had entirely recovered his composure, which unconsciously had a calming effect upon them all.

‘yes,’ he said, ‘i lost my head, which i had no right to do; but i am coming to myself. now, listen to me. there is no will; and ben from this moment is master of renton, as he says. but stop a little. the personal property remains, which is worth as much as renton. i don’t know what i could have been thinking of to forget that. after all, there is really nothing to find fault with but the look of the thing. the money has been accumulating these seven years;—it has been as good as a long minority;—and some of the investments have done very well. the land, of course, goes to the eldest son; but the personality, as some of you ought to{233} have known, is divided. it comes to just about the same thing. god forgive me if i said anything i ought not to have said in the excitement of the moment. it is shabby to me, but it won’t harm you, thank god! i lost my head, that was all, and more shame to me. the will of ‘54 would have come to much about the same thing.’

‘oh, mr. ponsonby,’ cried alice, with streaming eyes, thrusting herself, unconscious of what she was about, in front of them all; ‘tell me, will there be enough to keep us from going to india again?’

‘there will be twenty thousand pounds, or more,’ said mr. ponsonby, ‘if you can live on that; and i could, for my part.’

alice, like the lawyer, had lost her head. she was too young to bear this wonderful strain of emotion. she threw her arms about his neck in her joy, and wept aloud, while they all stood by looking on, with such feelings as may be supposed.

she was the only one who spoke. her husband drew her back at this point, half angry, half sullen, with his disappointment still dark in his face. ‘you had better go,’ he said to her, almost harshly; ‘you have heard all that there is to be heard. it is best we should discuss the real business by ourselves.’

‘yes, come along,’ said laurie, ‘all you ladies. you have heard it is all right. you don’t want to hear the accounts, and all that legal stuff. we will{234} manage the business. i will take you back to your sofa, mother, now you know all’s right.’

‘but is it all right?’ said mrs. renton. ‘i don’t seem to understand anything. ben, will you come and tell me? have they all got their money,—all the boys? and what is frank to have for his children? till you have children of your own, it is his boy who is the heir. laurie is always telling me it will come right. i would rather hear it from the rest. oh, boys! your poor father meant it for the best.’

‘it is all right, mother,’ said ben; ‘better than we thought.’

‘ah, but frank says nothing,’ said the mother. ‘i will not go away till i am satisfied about frank.’

‘you heard alice, i suppose,’ said frank, somewhat sulky still. ‘i do think it is a shame there is no will; but if we are to have our shares, as mr. ponsonby says, i suppose, mother, it is all right.’

‘of course it is,’ said laurie. ‘come, and i’ll see if the carriage is round for your drive. you know how important it is you should have your drive.’

‘your dear papa always made such a point of it, laurie,’ mrs. renton said, holding her handkerchief to her eyes, ‘or else i am sure i never could have the heart to go out on such a day.’

and thus the ladies were dismissed, and the brothers held their meeting, and settled their business by themselves. it would be vain to say that they{235} were satisfied. frank, whose mind had been vaguely excited,—he could not tell why,—and to whom it had begun to seem inevitable that some special provision should have been made for the only one of the three who had ‘ties’ and a family to provide for, had experienced a most sharp and painful downfall. and it took him a long time to accustom himself to the idea that after all he was not wronged. it was a personal offence to him, as it had been to his wife, that ben should look satisfied. ‘when he has renton, i do not see the justice of ben having his share of the money too,’ he said, with a little bitterness in his unreasonable disappointment. and ben was half displeased to feel that it was not to be his magnanimous part to provide for his brothers, but that their own right and share remained to them as indisputably as renton was his. his proposal was that they should return to the will of ‘54, of which mr. ponsonby still possessed the draft, and a great deal of discussion took place between them. it was half-past six o’clock before any of the party emerged out of the dark library, where they had spent between three and four hours. mr. ponsonby came out, declaring that he was tired and thirsty and half dead, and demanding sherry from the butler, who was preparing the table for dinner. they all went in and stood by the sideboard, and swallowed something to refresh themselves. ‘and, my dear boys, give me the satisfaction of hearing you say you are{236} contented,’ said mr. ponsonby, ‘before dinner comes on; for i should like to be jolly, if i may.’

‘i am perfectly satisfied,’ said laurie; ‘and ben is happy for the first time for some years. as for frank, he must speak for himself; he has been dreaming, and it is sometimes unpleasant to wake up.’

‘if i have been dreaming, it was not for myself,’ said frank; ‘a man with a family is so different from you fellows; but if it will be any satisfaction to you, i think i may say i am content, since better can’t be.’

and then he went up-stairs abruptly to dress. alice had been waiting for him long, trembling a little, and not daring to believe anything till her authorised expositor of external events came to deliver the judgment to her. it did not seem right to alice that frank should not be the first in any distribution of prizes or honours. and yet she was not insensible to the claims of natural justice. ‘we should never have been able to give it up if it had come to us,’ she said to herself; ‘and it would have been contrary to all traditions of the family to disinherit ben.’

‘you always told me he was to have it,’ she said, when frank came in, with the remnants of his sulkiness still hanging about him. ‘you used to say if it came to you, you would give it up to ben.’

‘and so i should, of course,’ said frank; ‘the{237} thing is, the fellow was so self-satisfied,—with a kind of look of pleasure that we were all cut out. that was what i could not stand.’

‘but don’t you think he meant to be good to us?’ alice said, trying hard to smoothe her savage down.

‘good to us, by jove! but fortunately that’s all over,’ said frank. ‘we are safe enough. no need to worry yourself over those blessed children any more. poor little beggar! he won’t have much to look forward to; but still you may bring him up at home, and that is all you care for, you little goose,’ the young husband said, softening over the happiness in alice’s eyes.

‘how much shall we have, frank?’ she asked, with a sudden relapse into prudence.

‘let me dress now,—and go and make yourself pretty,’ he said. ‘we shall not be so badly off; there will be something like a thousand a-year.’

and thus frank renton too acknowledged to himself that things might have been worse, and that he was content.

but perhaps the strangest thing of all was that mrs. westbury withdrew into her daughter’s room, and locked the door, and had a cry, in which mary, over-worn and over-excited, was quite disposed to share, though for a different reason. ‘i cannot understand your uncle laurence,’ said mrs. westbury. ‘i am sure i am not mercenary. i have{238} given you up to your aunt, and never grumbled, much though i wanted you; and you have given up seven years of your life to her, and he has not left you so much as a gown. i do feel it, my dear, for you.’

‘i am sure, mamma, i don’t feel it for myself,’ said mary, with a smile. ‘one does not mind so long as all is right with the boys.’

‘the boys are all very well,’ said mrs. westbury, ‘but he might have left something, my dear, to you.’

‘i did not want anything, mamma,’ said mary. ‘but godmamma will not want me so much when she has ben, and oh, i do so long to get home!’ poor mary was over-done, over-worn, excited by so many diverse feelings that her power of self-command failed her at last. she put her arms round her mother’s neck, and threw, as it were, all her weight of unexpressed cares and griefs upon her. ‘take me home, mamma!’ she said, and wept in the abandonment of weariness and disappointment, and that overwhelming despondency for which one can give no reason, on her mother’s neck.

mrs. westbury was a woman fond of explanations from other people, but she understood her child by instinct, ‘yes, yes, you shall go home, my darling!’ she said, soothing her, but without any intention of carrying out her promise. it was early days, as she said to herself. before any change was made, it{239} must be made plainly apparent what the rest of the family meant to do.

on the whole, the dinner-table was more cheerful that night. they were all worn out with excitement, it is true, and signs of tears were about the women’s eyes; but still there was the sense that, after all, justice was once more in force, and natural law ruling their affairs. one man’s will, fantastic and unaccountable, was no longer supreme over them. ben took his place at the head of the table with a certain glow of satisfaction. ‘i know none of you would have seen me wronged,’ he said when they were sipping over their wine. it was the first time that he had taken any notice of the often-repeated declaration of his younger brothers.

‘not if the prize had been great britain, instead of renton,’ said laurie; ‘though, to tell the truth, the one would have been as great a bore as the other, had it come to me.’

‘of course i should have given it up to ben,’ said frank; ‘but it would have been a struggle; therefore i’m very glad things have been settled as they are without my help.’

‘bravo!’ cried mr. ponsonby, ‘that is the best sentiment i have heard to-night.’

‘shake hands, old fellow,’ said ben, holding out his hand. laurie somehow did not count. the world would indeed have been coming to an end had he been out of temper about his rights. it was the{240} younger and the elder who exchanged the grasp of peace and mutual amity. ‘and, remember, renton is home to us all,’ ben said, with moisture in his eyes. ‘of course my mother remains here; as it has always been, with room for all.’

‘bravo, bravo!’ said mr. ponsonby, ‘now is the time for generous feelings! my dear fellows, prosperity is the thing that opens men’s hearts. don’t talk to me of the benefits of misfortune! let a man feel he has his thousand a-year, or his five thousand a-year, safe in his pocket, and then is the time his heart warms. but i’d have mrs. frank come to an understanding with mrs. ben before i would take the invitation in too literal a sense,’ said the old lawyer, with a chuckle over his own wit.

‘i do not expect there will ever be a mrs. ben,’ said the heir, with an impatient movement of his head.

‘tell me that this time twelvemonths,’ said mr. ponsonby; and then they all went out to the lawn to smoke their evening cigar.