So he kicked off in wind and wet and mud, wondering quite sincerely why the bubbling ditches and sucking pastures held him from day to day, or what so-lace he could find on off days in chasing grooms and brick-layers round outhouses.
To make sure he up-rooted himself one week-end of heavy mid-winter rain, and re-entered his lost world in the character of Galahad fresh from a rest-cure. They all agreed, with an eye over his shoulder for the next comer, that he was a different man; but when they asked him for the symptoms of nervous strain, and led him all through their own, he realised he had lost much of his old skill in lying. His three months"
absence, too, had put him hopelessly behind the London field. The movements, the allusions, the slang of the game had changed. The couples had rearranged themselves or were re-crystallizing in fresh triangles, whereby he put his foot in it badly. Only one great soul (he who had written the account of the pig-pound episode) stood untouched by the vast flux of time, and Midmore lent him another fiver for his integrity.
A woman took him, in the wet forenoon, to a p.r.o.nouncement on the Oneness of Impulse in Humanity, which struck him as a polysyllabic _resume_ of Mr. Sidney"s domestic arrangements, plus a clarion call to "shock civilisation into common-sense."
"And you"ll come to tea with me to-morrow?" she asked, after lunch, nibbling cashew nuts from a saucer. Midmore replied that there were great arrears of work to overtake when a man had been put away for so long.
"But you"ve come back like a giant refreshed.... I hope that Daphne"--this was the lady of the twelve and the eight-page letter--"will be with us too. She has misunderstood herself, like so many of us," the woman murmured, "but I think eventually ..." she flung out her thin little hands. "However, these are things that each lonely soul must adjust for itself."
"Indeed, yes," said Midmore with a deep sigh. The old tricks were sprouting in the old atmosphere like mushrooms in a dung-pit. He pa.s.sed into an abrupt reverie, shook his head, as though stung by tumultuous memories, and departed without any ceremony of farewell to--catch a mid-afternoon express where a man meets a.s.sociates who talk horse, and weather as it affects the horse, all the way down. What worried him most was that he had missed a day with the hounds.
He met Rhoda"s keen old eyes without flinching; and the drawing-room looked very comfortable that wet evening at tea. After all, his visit to town had not been wholly a failure. He had burned quite a bushel of letters at his flat. A flat--here he reached mechanically towards the worn volumes near the sofa--a flat was a consuming animal. As for Daphne ... he opened at random on the words: "His lordship then did as desired and disclosed a _tableau_ of considerable strength and variety."
Midmore reflected: "And I used to think.... But she wasn"t.... We were all babblers and skirters together.... I didn"t babble much--thank goodness--but I skirted." He turned the pages backward for more _Sortes Surteesianae_, and read: "When at length they rose to go to bed it struck each man as he followed his neighbour upstairs, that the man before him walked very crookedly." He laughed aloud at the fire.
"What about to-morrow?" Rhoda asked, entering with garments over her shoulder. "It"s never stopped raining since you left. You"ll be plastered out of sight an" all in five minutes. You"d better wear your next best, "adn"t you? I"m afraid they"ve shrank. "Adn"t you best try "em on?"
"Here?" said Midmore.
""Suit yourself. I bathed you when you wasn"t larger than a leg o"
lamb," said the ex-ladies"-maid.
"Rhoda, one of these days I shall get a valet, and a married butler."
"There"s many a true word spoke in jest. But n.o.body"s huntin"
to-morrow."
"Why? Have they cancelled the meet?"
"They say it only means slipping and over-reaching in the mud, and they all "ad enough of that to-day. Charlie told me so just now."
"Oh!" It seemed that the word of Mr. Sperrit"s confidential clerk had weight.
"Charlie came down to help Mr. Sidney lift the gates," Rhoda continued.
"The floodgates? They are perfectly easy to handle now. I"ve put in a wheel and a winch."
"When the brook"s really up they must be took clean out on account of the rubbish blockin" "em. That"s why Charlie came down."
Midmore grunted impatiently. "Everybody has talked to me about that brook ever since I came here. It"s never done anything yet."
"This "as been a dry summer. If you care to look now, sir, I"ll get you a lantern."
She paddled out with him into a large wet night. Half-way down the lawn her light was reflected on shallow brown water, p.r.i.c.ked through with gra.s.s blades at the edges. Beyond that light, the brook was strangling and kicking among hedges and tree-trunks.
"What on earth will happen to the big rose-bed?" was Midmore"s first word.
"It generally "as to be restocked after a flood. Ah!" she raised her lantern. "There"s two garden-seats knockin" against the sun-dial. Now, that won"t do the roses any good."
"This is too absurd. There ought to be some decently thought-out system--for--for dealing with this sort of thing." He peered into the rushing gloom. There seemed to be no end to the moisture and the racket.
In town he had noticed nothing.
"It can"t be "elped," said Rhoda. "It"s just what it does do once in just so often. We"d better go back."
All earth under foot was sliding in a thousand liquid noises towards the hoa.r.s.e brook. Somebody wailed from the house: ""Fraid o" the water!
Come "ere! "Fraid o" the water!"
"That"s Jimmy. Wet always takes "im that way," she explained. The idiot charged into them, shaking with terror.
"Brave Jimmy! How brave of Jimmy! Come into the hall. What Jimmy got now?" she crooned. It was a sodden note which ran: "Dear Rhoda--Mr.
Lotten, with whom I rode home this afternoon, told me that if this wet keeps up, he"s afraid the fish-pond he built last year, where c.o.xen"s old mill-dam was, will go, as the dam did once before, he says. If it does it"s bound to come down the brook. It may be all right, but perhaps you had better look out. C.S."
"If c.o.xen"s dam goes, that means.... I"ll "ave the drawing-room carpet up at once to be on the safe side. The claw-"ammer is in the libery."
"Wait a minute. Sidney"s gates are out, you said?"
"Both. He"ll need it if c.o.xen"s pond goes.... I"ve seen it once."
"I"ll just slip down and have a look at Sidney. Light the lantern again, please, Rhoda."
"You won"t get _him_ to stir. He"s been there since he was born. But _she_ don"t know anything. I"ll fetch your waterproof and some top-boots."
""Fraid o" the water! "Fraid o" the water!" Jimmy sobbed, pressed against a corner of the hall, his hands to his eyes.
"All right, Jimmy. Jimmy can help play with the carpet," Rhoda answered, as Midmore went forth into the darkness and the roarings all round. He had never seen such an utterly unregulated state of affairs.
There was another lantern reflected on the streaming drive.
"Hi! Rhoda! Did you get my note? I came down to make sure. I thought, afterwards, Jimmy might funk the water!"
"It"s me--Miss Sperrit," Midmore cried. "Yes, we got it, thanks."
"You"re back, then. Oh, good!... Is it bad down with you?"
"I"m going to Sidney"s to have a look."
"You won"t get _him_ out. "Lucky I met Bob Lotten. I told him he hadn"t any business impounding water for his idiotic trout without rebuilding the dam."
"How far up is it? I"ve only been there once."
"Not more than four miles as the water will come. He says he"s opened all the sluices."
She had turned and fallen into step beside him, her hooded head bowed against the thinning rain. As usual she was humming to herself.
"Why on earth did you come out in this weather?" Midmore asked.
"It was worse when you were in town. The rain"s taking off now. If it wasn"t for that pond, I wouldn"t worry so much. There"s Sidney"s bell.
Come on!" She broke into a run. A cracked bell was jangling feebly down the valley.
"Keep on the road!" Midmore shouted. The ditches were snorting bank-full on either side, and towards the brook-side the fields were afloat and beginning to move in the darkness.