"The short way out of our present difficulty, Mr. Armadale, lies straight through that other person, under whose influence you acted. That other person must be presented forthwith to public notice, and must stand in that other person's proper place. The name, if you please, sir, to begin with--we'll come to the circumstances directly.""I am sorry to say, Mr. Pedgift, that we must try the longest way, if you have no objection," replied Allan, quietly. "The short way happens to b e a way I can't take on this occasion."The men who rise in the law are the men who decline to take No for an answer. Mr. Pedgift the elder had risen in the law; and Mr. Pedgift the elder now declined to take No for an answer. But all pertinacity--even professional pertinacity included--sooner or later finds its limits; and the lawyer, doubly fortified as he was by long experience and copious pinches of snuff, found his limits at the very outset of the interview. It was impossible that Allan could respect the confidence which Mrs. Milroy had treacherously affected to place in him. But he had an honest man's regard for his own pledged word--the regard which looks straightforward at the fact, and which never glances sidelong at the circumstances--and the utmost persistency of Pedgift Senior failed to move him a hairbreadth from the position which he had taken up. "No" is the strongest word in the English language, in the mouth of any man who has the courage to repeat it often enough, and Allan had the courage to repeat it often enough on this occasion.
"Very good, sir," said the lawyer, accepting his defeat without the slightest loss of temper. "The choice rests with you, and you have chosen. We will go the long way. It starts (allow me to inform you) from my office; and it leads (as I strongly suspect)through a very miry road to--Miss Gwilt."Allan looked at his legal adviser in speechless astonishment.
"If you won't expose the person who is responsible in the first instance, sir, for the inquiries to which you unfortunately lent yourself," proceeded Mr. Pedgift the elder, "the only other alternative, in your present position, is to justify the inquiries themselves.""And how is that to be done?" inquired Allan.
"By proving to the whole neighborhood, Mr. Armadale, what Ifirmly believe to be the truth--that the pet object of the public protection is an adventuress of the worst class; an undeniably worthless and dangerous woman. In plainer English still, sir, by employing time enough and money enough to discover the truth about Miss Gwilt."Before Allan could say a word in answer, there was an interruption at the door. After the usual preliminary knock, one of the servants came in.
"I told you I was not to be interrupted," said Allan, irritably.
"Good heavens! am I never to have done with them? Another letter!""Yes, sir," said the man, holding it out. "And," he added, speaking words of evil omen in his master's ears, "the person waits for an answer."Allan looked at the address of the letter with a natural expectation of encountering the handwriting of the major's wife.
The anticipation was not realized. His correspondent was plainly a lady, but the lady was not Mrs. Milroy.
"Who can it be?" he said, looking mechanically at Pedgift Senior as he opened the envelope.
Pedgift Senior gently tapped his snuff-box, and said, without a moment's hesitation, "Miss Gwilt."Allan opened the letter. The first two words in it were the echo of the two words the lawyer had just pronounced. It _was_ Miss Gwilt!
Once more, Allan looked at his legal adviser in speechless astonishment.
"I have known a good many of them in my time, sir," explained Pedgift Senior, with a modesty equally rare and becoming in a man of his age. "Not as handsome as Miss Gwilt, I admit. But quite as bad, I dare say. Read your letter, Mr. Armadale--read your letter."Allan read these lines:
"Miss Gwilt presents her compliments to Mr. Armadale and begs to know if it will be convenient to him to favor her with an interview, either this evening or to-morrow morning. Miss Gwilt offers no apology for ****** her present request. She believes Mr. Armadale will grant it as an act of justice toward a friendless woman whom he has been innocently the means of injuring, and who is earnestly desirous to set herself right in his estimation."Allan handed the letter to his lawyer in silent perplexity and distress.
The face of Mr. Pedgift the elder expressed but one feeling when he had read the letter in his turn and had handed it back--a feeling of profound admiration. "What a lawyer she would have made," he exclaimed, fervently, "if she had only been a man!""I can't treat this as lightly as you do, Mr. Pedgift," said Allan. "It's dreadfully distressing to me. I was so fond of her,"he added, in a lower tone--"I was so fond of her once."Mr. Pedgift Senior suddenly became serious on his side.
"Do you mean to say, sir, that you actually contemplate seeing Miss Gwilt?" he asked, with an expression of genuine dismay.
"I can't treat her cruelly," returned Allan. "I have been the means of injuring her--without intending it, God knows! I can't treat her cruelly after that! ""Mr. Armadale," said the lawyer, "you did me the honor, a little while since, to say that you considered me your friend. May Ipresume on that position to ask you a question or two, before you go straight to your own ruin?""Any questions you like," said Allan, looking back at the letter--the only letter he had ever received from Miss Gwilt.
"You have had one trap set for you already, sir, and you have fallen into it. Do you want to fall into another?""You know the answer to that question, Mr. Pedgift, as well as Ido."
