V.
Chronicle for January, 1847.
She has shown the cloven foot already. I begin to be a little afraid of
her.
On the conclusion of the Nottingham engagement (the results of
which more than equaled the results at Derby), I proposed taking the
entertainment next—now we had got it into our own hands—to Newark. Miss Vanstone raised no objection until we came to the question of time, when she amazed me by stipulating for a week's delay before we appeared in public again.
"For what possible purpose?" I asked.
"For the purpose of making the inquiries which I mentioned to you at
York," she answered.
I instantly enlarged on the danger of delay, putting all the
considerations before her in every imaginable form. She remained
perfectly immovable. I tried to shake her on the question of expenses. She answered by handing me over her share of the proceeds at Derby and Nottingham—and there were my expenses paid, at the rate of nearly two guineas a day. I wonder who first picked out a mule as the type of obstinacy? How little knowledge that man must have had of women!
There was no help for it. I took down my instructions in black and
white, as usual. My first exertions were to be directed to the discovery
of Mr. Michael Vanstone's address: I was also expected to find out how
long he was likely to live there, and whether he had sold Combe-Raven or
not. My next inquiries were to inform me of his ordinary habits of life; of what he did with his money; of who his intimate friends were; and of the sort of terms on which his son, Mr. Noel Vanstone, was now living with him. Lastly, the investigations were to end in discovering whether there was any female relative, or any woman exercising domestic authority in the house, who was known to have an influence over either father or son.
If my long practice in cultivating the field of human sympathy had
not accustomed me to private investigations into the affairs of other
people, I might have found some of these queries rather difficult to
deal with in the course of a week. As it was, I gave myself all the
benefit of my own experience, and brought the answers back to Nottingham
in a day less than the given time. Here they are, in regular order, for
convenience of future reference:
(1.) Mr. Michael Vanstone is now residing at German Place, Brighton, and
likely to remain there, as he finds the air suits him. He reached London
from Switzerland in September last; and sold the Combe-Raven property
immediately on his arrival.
(2.) His ordinary habits of life are secret and retired; he seldom
visits, or receives company. Part of his money is supposed to be in the
Funds, and part laid out in railway investments, which have survived
the panic of eighteen hundred and forty-six, and are rapidly rising in
value. He is said to be a bold speculator. Since his arrival in England
he has invested, with great judgment, in house property. He has
some houses in remote parts of London, and some houses in certain
watering-places on the east coast, which are shown to be advancing in
public repute. In all these cases he is reported to have made remarkably
good bargains.
(3.) It is not easy to discover who his intimate friends are. Two names
only have been ascertained. The first is Admiral Bartram; supposed to
have been under friendly obligations, in past years, to Mr. Michael
Vanstone. The second is Mr. George Bartram, nephew of the Admiral, and
now staying on a short visit in the house at German Place. Mr. George
Bartram is the son of the late Mr. Andrew Vanstone's sister, also
deceased. He is therefore a cousin of Mr. Noel Vanstone's. This
last—viz., Mr. Noel Vanstone—is in delicate health, and is living on
excellent terms with his father in German Place.
(4.) There is no female relative in Mr. Michael Vanstone's family
circle. But there is a housekeeper who has lived in his service ever
since his wife's death, and who has acquired a strong influence over
both father and son. She is a native of Switzerland, elderly, and a
widow. Her name is Mrs. Lecount.