And so good-bye to Belle. May she find peace in its season!
CHAPTER XXXVIII. COLONEL QUARITCH EXPRESSES HIS VIEWS
Meanwhile things had been going very ill at the Castle. Edward Cossey’s lawyers were carrying out their client’s instructions to the letter with a perseverance and ingenuity worthy of a County Court solicitor. Day by day they found a new point upon which to harass the wretched Squire. Some share of the first expenses connected with the mortgages had, they said, been improperly thrown upon their client, and they again and again demanded, in language which was almost insolent, the immediate payment of the amount. Then there was three months’ interest overdue, and this also they pressed and clamoured for, till the old gentleman was nearly driven out of his senses, and as a consequence drove everybody about the place out of theirs.
At last this state of affairs began to tell upon his constitution, which, strong as he was, could not at his age withstand such constant worry. He grew to look years older, his shoulders acquired a stoop, and his memory began to fail him, especially on matters connected with the mortgages and farm accounts. Ida, too, became pale and ill; she caught a heavy cold, which she could not throw off, and her face acquired a permanently pained and yet listless look.
One day, it was on the 15th of December, things reached a climax. When Ida came down to breakfast she found her father busy poring over some more letters from the lawyers.
“What is it now?” he answered irritably. “What, it’s another claim for two hundred, that’s what it is. I keep telling them to write to my lawyers, but they won’t, at least they write to me too. There, I can’t make head or tail of it. Look here,” and he showed her two sides of a big sheet of paper covered with statements of accounts. “Anyhow, I have not got two hundred, that’s clear. I don’t even know where we are going to find the money to pay the three months’ interest. I’m worn out, Ida, I’m worn out! There is only one thing left for me to do, and that is to die, and that’s the long and short of it. I get so confused with these figures. I’m an old man now, and all these troubles are too much for me.”
“You must not talk like that, father,” she answered, not knowing what to say, for affairs were indeed desperate.