"Gone away, I guess."
"I see they have gone away; but where have they gone?"
"Dunno, no more"n the dead," said the man, beginning to mow again.
"You know whom I am speaking of?--Colonel Gainsborough."
"I know. He"s gone--that"s all I kin tell ye."
"Who takes care of the place?"
"The place? If you mean the house, n.o.body takes keer of it, I guess.
There ain"t n.o.body in it. The land hez as good keer as it ever hed. The squoire, he sees to that."
"My father, do you mean?"
"Who else? It belongs to the squoire now, and he takes good keer o" all _he_ sees to. He bought it, ye know, when the cunnel went away," said the man, stopping work and resting on his scythe to look at Pitt again.
"He"d ha" let it, I guess, ef he could; but you see there ain"t n.o.body that wants it. The folks in Seaforth all hez their own houses, and don"t want n.o.body else"s. There _is_ folks, they say, as "d like to live in two houses to once, _ef_ they could manage it; but I never heerd o" no one that could."
"Do you know at all why the colonel went away?"
"Hain"t an idee. Never knowed him particular, ye see, and so never heerd tell. The cunnel he warn"t a sociable man by no means, and kep"
himself mostly shut up. I think it"s a man"s loss; but there"s different opinions, I suppose, on that p"int. As on every other! Folks du say, the cunnel warn"t never to hum in Seaforth. Anyway, he ain"t now."
With which utterance he went to mowing again, and Pitt, after a courteous "Good day," left him.
Where could they be gone? And why should they have gone? And how was it that his mother in her many letters had never said a word about it?
Nay, had let him go out this very morning to look for what she knew he would not find? And his father had bought the ground! There was something here to be inquired into. Meanwhile, for the present, he must do his thinking without Esther.
He walked on and on, slowly, under the shade of the great trees, along the empty, gra.s.sy street. He had plucked one or two shoots from the honeysuckles, long shoots full of sweetness; and as he went on and thought, they seemed to put in a word now and then. A word of reminder, not distinct nor logical, but with a blended meaning of Esther and sweetness and truth. Not _her_ sweetness and truth, but that which she testified to, and which an inner voice in Pitt"s heart kept declaring to be genuine. That lured him and beckoned him one way; and the other way sounded voices as if of a thousand sirens. Pleasure, pride, distinction, dominion, applause, achievement, power, and ease. Various forms of them, various colours, started up before his mind"s eye; vaguely discerned, as to individual form, but every one of them, like the picadors in a bull-fight, shaking its little banner of distraction and allurement. Pitt felt the confusion of them, and at the same time was more than vaguely conscious on the other side of a certain steady white light which attracted towards another goal. He walked on in meditative musing, slowly and carelessly, not knowing where he was going nor what he pa.s.sed on the way; till he had walked far. And then he suddenly stopped, turned, and set out to go back the road he had come, but now with a quick, measured, steady footfall which gave no indication of a vacillating mind or a laboured question.
He went into the breakfast-room when he got home, which was also the common sitting-room and where he found, as he expected, his mother alone. She looked anxious; which was not a usual thing with Mrs. Dallas.
"Pitt, my dear!--out all this time? Are you not very hot?"
"I do not know, mother; I think not. I have not thought about the heat, I believe."
He had kept the honeysuckle sprays in his hand all this while, and he now went forward to stick them in the huge jar which occupied the fireplace, and which was full of green branches. Turning when he had done this, he did not draw up a chair, but threw himself down upon the rug at his mother"s feet, so that he could lay back his head upon her knees. Presently he put up his two hands behind him and found her hands, which he gently drew down and laid on each side of his head, holding them there in caressing fashion. Caresses were never the order of the day in this family; rarely exchanged even between mother and son, who yet were devoted faithfully to each other. The action moved Mrs. Dallas greatly; she bent down over him and kissed her son"s brow, and then loosening one of her hands thrust it fondly among the thick brown wavy locks of hair that were such a pride to her. She admired him unqualifiedly, with that blissful delight in him which a good mother gives to her son, if his bodily and mental properties will anyway allow of it. Mrs. Dallas"s pride in this son had always been satisfied and unalloyed; all the more now was the chagrin she felt at the first jar to this satisfaction. Her face showed both feelings, the pride and the trouble, but for a time she kept silence. She was burning to discuss further with him the subject of the morning; devoured with restless curiosity as to how it could ever have got such a lodgment in Pitt"s mind; at the same time she did not know how to touch it, and was afraid of touching it wrong. Her husband"s counsel, _not to talk_, she did not indeed forget; but Mrs. Dallas had her own views of things, and did not always take her husband"s advice. She was not minded to follow it now, but she was uncertain how best to begin. Pitt was busy with his own thoughts.
"I have invited somebody to come and make your holiday pa.s.s pleasantly," Mrs. Dallas said at last, beginning far away from the burden of her thoughts.
"Somebody?--whom?" asked Pitt a little eagerly, but without changing his att.i.tude.
"Miss Betty Frere."
"Who is she, that she should put her hand on my holiday? I do not want any hands but yours, mother. How often I have wanted them!"
"But Miss Frere _will_ make your time pa.s.s more pleasantly, my boy.
Miss Frere is one of the most admired women who have appeared in Washington this year. She is a sort of cousin of your father"s, too; distant, but enough to make a connection. You will see for yourself what she is."
"Where did you find her out?"
"In Washington, last winter."
"And she is coming?"
"She said she would come. I asked her to come and help me make the time pa.s.s pleasantly for you."
"Which means, that I must help you make the time pa.s.s pleasantly for her."
"That will be easy."
"I don"t know; and _you_ do not know. When is she coming?"
"In a few days, I expect her."
"Young, of course. Well, mother, I really do not want anybody but you; but we"ll do the best we can."
"She is handsome, and quick, and has excellent manners. She would have made a good match last winter, at once,--if she had not been poor."
"Are men such cads as that on this side the water too?"
"_Cads_, my dear!"
"I call that being cads. Don"t you?"
"My boy, everybody cannot afford to marry a poor wife."
"Anybody that has two hands can. Or a head."
"It brings trouble, Pitt."
"Does not the other thing bring trouble? It would with me! If I knew a woman had married me for money, or if I knew I had married _her_ for money, there would be no peace in my house."
Mrs. Dallas laughed a little. "You will have no need to do the latter thing," she said.
"Mother, n.o.body has any need to do it."
"You, at any rate, can please yourself. Only"--
"Only what?" said Pitt, now laughing in his turn, and twisting his head round to look up into her face. "Go on, mother."
"I am sure your father would never object to a girl because she was poor, if you liked her. But there are other things"--
"Well, what other things?"
"Pitt, a woman has great influence over her husband, if he loves her, and that you will be sure to do to any woman whom you make your wife. I should not like to have you marry out of your own Church."
Pitt"s head went round, and he laughed again.