a certain extent restored himself to favour with his
uncle Everard by offering a fair suggestion on the
fatal field to account for the accident, after the
latter had taken measurements and examined the place
in perplexity. His elucidation of the puzzle was
referred to by Lord Avonley at Romfrey, and finally
accepted as possible and this from a wiseacre who
went quacking about the county, expecting to upset
the order of things in England! Such a mixing
of sense and nonsense in a fellow’s noddle was
never before met with, Lord Avonley said. Cecil
took the hint. He had been unworried by Beauchamp:
Dr. Shrapnel had not been mentioned: and it delighted
Cecil to let it be known that he thought old Nevil
had some good notions, particularly as to the duties
of the aristocracy—that first war-cry of
his when a midshipman. News of another fatal accident
in the hunting-field confirmed Cecil’s higher
opinion of his cousin. On the day of Craven’s
funeral they heard at Romfrey that Mr. Wardour-Devereux
had been killed by a fall from his horse. Two
English gentlemen despatched by the same agency within
a fortnight! ‘He smoked,’ Lord Avonley
said of the second departure, to allay some perturbation
in the bosoms of the ladies who had ceased to ride,
by accounting for this particular mishap in the most
reassuring fashion. Cecil’s immediate reflection
was that the unfortunate smoker had left a rich widow.
Far behind in the race for Miss Halkett, and uncertain
of a settled advantage in his other rivalry with Beauchamp,
he fixed his mind on the widow, and as Beauchamp did
not stand in his way, but on the contrary might help
him—for she, like the generality of women,
admired Nevil Beauchamp in spite of her feminine good
sense and conservatism—Cecil began to regard
the man he felt less opposed to with some recognition
of his merits. The two nephews accompanied Lord
Avonley to London, and slept at his town-house.
They breakfasted together the next morning on friendly
terms. Half an hour afterward there was an explosion;
uncle and nephews were scattered fragments: and
if Cecil was the first to return to cohesion with his
lord and chief, it was, he protested energetically,
common policy in a man in his position to do so:
all that he looked for being a decent pension and
a share in the use of the town-house. Old Nevil,
he related, began cross-examining him and entangling
him with the cunning of the deuce, in my lord’s
presence, and having got him to make an admission,
old Nevil flung it at the baron, and even crossed
him and stood before him when he was walking out of
the room. A furious wrangle took place. Nevil
and the baron gave it to one another unmercifully.
The end of it was that all three flew apart, for Cecil
confessed to having a temper, and in contempt of him
for the admission wrung out of him, Lord Avonley had
pricked it. My lord went down to Steynham, Beauchamp
to Holdesbury, and Captain Baskelett to his quarters;
whence in a few days he repaired penitently to my
lord—the most placable of men when a full
submission was offered to him.