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9780099474388: The Nonesuch

Sir Waldo Hawkridge, wealthy, handsome, eligible, and known as The Nonesuch for his athletic prowess, believes he is past the age of falling in love.

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Georgette Heyer, who wrote over fifty novels died in 1974.

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There was a twinkle in the Nonesuch's eye as he scanned the countenances of his assembled relations, but his voice was perfectly grave, even a trifle apologetic. ‘I am afraid it is quite true, ma'am,' he said, addressing himself to his Aunt Sophia. ‘I am the heir.'

Since the question, so indignantly posed by Lady Lindeth, had been rhetorical, this very frank and manly confession surprised no one. They all knew that old Cousin Joseph Calver had left his fortune to Waldo; and when Lady Lindeth had summoned him to account for himself she had acted on the impulse of the moment, and with no expectation of hearing the news denied. Nor had she had any very real expectation of Waldo's renouncing the bequest in favour of her only child. She naturally felt that no worthier heir to eccentric Cousin Joseph's estate existed than Julian; and she had done her best to introduce the noble orphan to him, even enduring the rigours of a week spent at Harrogate, when Julian had been an engaging child in nankeens and a frilled shirt, and she had tried (quite unavailingly) to gain entrance to Broom Hall. Three times had she driven out from Harrogate, the bored but docile little boy beside her, only to be told, twice, by Cousin Joseph's butler, that the Master was not feeling clever enough to receive visitors; and, once, that the Master would thank her not to come pestering him, because he didn't want to see her, nor her son, nor anyone else. Enquiry had elicited the information that the only visitor ever admitted into the house was the doctor. Local opinion was divided, charitable persons maintaining that a disappointment suffered in his youth was responsible for this churlishness; others asserting that he was a muckworm who grudged every groat he was obliged to spend. Having had the opportunity to perceive the neglected condition of the grounds of Broom Hall, Lady Lindeth had ranged herself with the majority. A suspicion that Cousin Joseph might not be as plump in the pocket as was supposed had occurred only to be dismissed: Broom Hall, though greatly inferior in style and size to young Lord Lindeth's seat in the Midlands, was a very respectable house, with probably as many as thirty bedrooms. It did not stand in a park, but its gardens appeared to be extensive; and she was credibly informed that most of the surrounding land belonged to the estate. She had left Harrogate much inclined to think that Cousin Joseph's fortune was considerably larger than had previously been supposed. She did not grudge it to him, but she would have thought herself a very unnatural parent had she not made a push to secure it for her son. So she had swallowed her resentment at the treatment she had received, and had continued, throughout the succeeding years, to send Joseph small Christmas gifts, and periodical letters, affectionately enquiring after the state of his health, and regaling him with accounts of Julian's virtues, beauty, and scholastic progress. And after all her pains he had left his entire estate to Waldo, who was neither the most senior of his relations nor the one who bore his name!

The most senior of the three cousins gathered together in Lady Lindeth's drawing-room was George Wingham, the son of her ladyship's eldest sister. He was a very worthy man, however prosy; she was not particularly fond of him, but she thought she could have borne it better had Cousin Joseph made him his heir, for she was obliged to acknowledge that his seniority gave him a certain amount of right to the bequest. Not, of course, so good a right as Laurence Calver. Lady Lindeth held Laurence, the youngest of her nephews, in contempt and dislike, but she hoped she was a just woman, and she felt she could have supported with equanimity his succession to a fortune which he would have lost no time in dissipating.

But that Cousin Joseph, ignoring the claims of George, and Laurence, and her beloved Julian, should have named Waldo Hawkridge as his heir was so intolerable that had she been of a nervous disposition she thought she must have succumbed to Spasms when she had first heard the incredible news. As it was, she had been unable to speak for a full minute; and when she did she had merely uttered Waldo's name, in a voice so vibrant with loathing that Julian, the bearer of the tidings, had been startled. ‘But, Mama-!' he had expostulated. ‘You like Waldo!'

That was perfectly true, but quite beside the point, as she crossly told her son. She was, in fact, much attached to Waldo, but neither her fondness for him nor her gratitude for his unfailing kindness to Julian prevented her from feeling positively unwell whenever she thought of his enormous wealth. To learn that Cousin Joseph's estate was to be added to an already indecently large fortune did make her feel for a few minutes that so far from liking him she detested him.

She said now, in a peevish tone: ‘I can't conceive what should have induced that disagreeable old man to choose you for his heir!'

‘There is no understanding it at all,' Sir Waldo replied sympathetically.

‘I don't believe you ever so much as saw him, either!'

‘No, I never did.'

‘Well, I must own,' said George, ‘that it was an odd sort of a thing to do. One would have thought However, none of us had the least claim on the old fellow, and I'm sure he had a perfect right to leave his money where he chose!'

At this, Laurence Calver, who had been lounging on the sofa, and moodily playing with an ornate quizzing-glass, let the glass fall on the end of its ribbon, and jerked himself up, saying angrily: ‘You had no claim to it or Waldo or Lindeth! But I'm a Calver! I I think it damnable!'

‘Very possibly!' snapped his aunt. ‘But you will be good enough not to use such language in my presence, if you please!'

He coloured, and mumbled an apology, but the reproof did nothing to improve his temper, and he embarked on a long and incoherent diatribe, which ranged stammeringly over a wide ground, embracing all the real and fancied causes of his sense of ill-usage, the malevolence of Joseph Calver, and the suspected duplicity of Waldo Hawkridge.

Until George Wingham intervened, he was heard in unresponsive silence. His oblique animadversions on Sir Waldo's character did indeed bring a flash into Lord Lindeth's eyes, but he folded his lips tightly on a retort. Laurence had always been jealous of Waldo: everyone knew that; and very ludicrous it was to watch his attempts to outshine his cousin. He was several years younger than Waldo, and he possessed none of the attributes which Nature had so generously bestowed on the Nonesuch. Failing to excel in any of the sports which had won for Waldo his title, he had lately turned towards the dandy-set, abandoning the sporting attire of the Corinthian for all the extravagances of fashion popular amongst the young dandies. Julian, three years his junior, thought that he looked ridiculous in any guise; and instinctively turned his eyes towards Waldo. They warmed as they looked, for to Julian Sir Waldo was at once a magnificent personage in whose company it was an honour to be seen, the big cousin who had taught him to ride, drive, shoot, fish, and box; a fount of wisdom; and the surest refuge in times of stress. He had even taught him something of his own way with the starched folds of a neckcloth: not the intricacies of the Mathematical or the Oriental Tie, but an elegant fashion of his own, as unobtrusive as it was exquisite. Laurence would do well to imitate the quiet neatness of Waldo's dress, Julian thought, not realizing that the plain, close-fitting coats which so admirably became Waldo could only be worn to advantage by men of splendid physique. Less fortunate aspirants to high fashion were obliged to adopt a more florid style, with padding to disguise sloping shoulders, and huge, laid-back lapels to widen a narrow chest.

He glanced again at Laurence, not so much folding his lips as gripping them tightly together, to keep back the retort he knew Waldo didn't wish him to utter. From vapourings about the injustice of fate, Laurence, working himself into a passion, was becoming more particular in his complaints. Any stranger listening to him would have supposed that Waldo was wealthy at his expense, Julian thought indignantly: certainly that Waldo had always treated him shabbily. Well, whether Waldo liked it or not, he was not going to sit meekly silent any longer!

But before he could speak George had intervened, saying in a voice of grim warning: ‘Take care! If anyone has cause to be grateful to Waldo, you have, you distempered young Jack-at-warts!'

‘Oh, George, don't be a fool!' begged Sir Waldo.

His stolid senior paid no heed to this, but kept his stern gaze on Laurence. ‘Who paid your Oxford debts?' he demanded. ‘Who gets you out of sponging-houses? Who saved you from the devil's own mess, not a month ago? I know to what tune you were bit at that hell in Pall Mall! no, it wasn't Waldo who told me, so you needn't cast any of your black looks at him! The Sharps tried on the grand mace with you, didn't they? Lord, it was all hollow for them! You were born a bleater!'

‘That's enough!' Waldo interrupted.

‘It is! More than enough!' said George rebelliously.

‘Tell me, Laurie,' said Waldo, ignoring this interpolation, ‘do you want a house in Yorkshire?'

‘No, but what do you want with it? Why should you have it? You've got Manifold you've got a town house you've got that place in Leicestershire and you ain't even a Calver!'

‘And what the devil has that to say to anything?' struck in George. ‘What have the Calvers to do with Manifold, pray? Or with the house in Charles Street? Or with '

‘George, if you don't hold your tongue we shall be at outs, you and I!'

‘Oh, very well!' growled George. ‘But when that ramshackle court-card starts talking as though he thought he ought to own Manifold, which has been in your family since the lord knows when !'

‘He doesn't think anything of the sort. He thinks merely that he ought to own Broom Hall. But what would you do with it if you did own it, Laurie? I haven't seen it, but I collect it's a small estate, subsisting on the rents of various farms and holdings. Have you a fancy for setting up as an agriculturist?'

‘No, I have not!' replied Laurence angrily. ‘If that sneaking screw had left it to me, I'd have sold it which I don't doubt you'll do as though you weren't swimming in riches already!'

‘Yes, you would have sold it, and wasted its price within six months. Well, I can put it to better use than that.' The smile crept back into his eyes; he said consolingly: ‘Does it comfort you to know that it won't add to my riches? It won't: quite the reverse, I daresay!'

Mr Wingham directed a sharply suspicious look at him, but it was Lady Lindeth who spoke, exclaiming incredulously: ‘What? Do you mean to tell me that that detestable old man wasn't possessed of a handsome fortune after all?'

‘Doing it rather too brown!' said Laurence, his not uncomely features marred by a sneer.

‘I can't tell you yet what he was possessed of, ma'am, but I've been given no reason to suppose that he's made me heir to more than a competence deriving, I collect, from the estate. And as you and George have both frequently described to me the deplorable state of decay into which the place has fallen I should imagine that the task of bringing it into order is likely to swallow the revenue, and a good deal more besides.'

‘Is that what you mean to do?' asked Julian curiously. ‘Bring it into order?'

‘Possibly: I can't tell, until I've seen it.'

‘No, of course Waldo, you know I don't want it, but what the dooce do you Oh!' He broke off, laughing, and said mischievously: ‘I'll swear I know, but I won't tell George word of a Lindeth!'

‘Tell me?' said George, with a scornful snort. ‘Do you take me for a flat, young sauce-box? He wants it for another Orphan Asylum, of course!'

‘An Orphan Asylum!' Laurence jerked himself to his feet, staring at Sir Waldo with narrowed, glittering eyes. ‘So that's it, is it? What ought to be mine is to be squandered on the staff and raff of the back-slums! You don't want it yourself, but you'd rather by far benefit a set of dirty, worthless brats than your own kith and kin!'

‘I don't think you are concerned with any of my kith and kin other than yourself, Laurie,' replied Sir Waldo. ‘That being so yes, I would.'

‘You you By God, you make me sick!' Laurence said, trembling with fury.

‘Well, take yourself off!' recommended Julian, as flushed as Laurence was pale. ‘You only came here to nose out what you might, and you've done that! And if you think you're at liberty to insult Waldo under any roof of mine I'll have you know you're much mistaken!'

‘Make yourself easy: I'm going, toad-eater!' Laurence flung at him. ‘And you need not put yourself to the trouble of escorting me downstairs! Ma'am, your very obedient servant!'

‘Tragedy Jack!' remarked George, as the door slammed behind the outraged dandy. ‘Well-done, young 'un!' He added, with a grin that suddenly lightened his rather heavy countenance: ‘You and your roofs! Try telling me I came to nose out what I might and see what I'll do to you!'

Julian laughed, relaxing. ‘Well, you did, but that's different! You don't grudge Cousin Joseph's property to Waldo any more than I do!'

‘No, but that ain't to say I don't grudge it to those curst brats of his!' said George frankly. He was himself a man of substance, but he was also the father of a large and hopeful family, and although he would have repudiated with indignation any suggestion that he was not very well able to provide for his children, he had for years been unable to consider his unknown and remote cousin's problematical fortune without thinking that it would furnish him with a useful addition to his own estate. He was neither an unkindly nor an ungenerous man; he subscribed what was proper to Charity; but he did feel that Waldo carried the thing to excess. That, of course, was largely the fault of his upbringing: his father, the late Sir Thurstan Hawkridge, had been a considerable philanthropist; but George could not remember that he had ever gone to such absurd lengths as to succour and educate the lord only knew how many of the nameless and gallows-born waifs with which every city was ridden.

He looked up, to find that Waldo was watching him, the faintest hint of a question in his eyes. He reddened, saying roughly: ‘No, I don't want Broom Hall, and I hope I know better than to waste my time recommending you not to drop your blunt providing for a parcel of paupers who won't thank you for it, and, you may depend upon it, won't grow up to be the respectable citizens you think they will, either! But I must say I do wonder what made that old miser leave his money to you!'

Sir Waldo could have enlightened him, but thought it more tactful to refrain from divulging that he figured in his eccentric relative's Will as ‘the only member of my family who has paid no more heed to me than I have to him.'

‘Well, for my part I think it very unsatisfactory,' said Lady Lindeth. ‘And not at all what poor Cousin Joseph would have wished!'

‘You do mean to do that, Waldo?' Julian asked.

‘Yes, I think so, if I find the place at all suitable. It may not be and in any event I don't want it prattled about, so just you keep your tongue, young man!'

‘Well, of all the abominable injustices ! I didn't prattle about your horrid brats: it was George! Waldo, if you mean to go north, may I go with you?'

‘Why, yes, if you wish, but you'll find it a dead bore, you know. There will be a good deal of business t...

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