The carriage-wheels stopped outside. There was a sound as of the driver jumping from the box. Then there came a knock.
Hugh Ritson stepped back to Drayton and whispered:
"This is the very man who tried to hold you--keep you close."
CHAPTER VI.
"This way, sir; this way, my lady; we knew you was a-coming, so we kep"
a nice warm fire in the parlor. This way, my lady, and mind the step up.
Yes, it air dark, but it"s clean, sir; yes, it is, sir; but there"s a light in here, sir."
Paul and Greta followed the landlady through the dark bar.
"We"ll find our way, my good woman. Ah, and how cozy you are here! As warm as toast on a cold night. Thank you, thank you--and--why, surely we"ve--we"ve surprised you. Did you say you were expecting somebody? Ah, I see!"
Mrs. Drayton was backing out of the room with a pallid face, and twitching at the string of her ap.r.o.n. When she got to the bar she was trembling from head to foot.
"I don"t believe in ghosts," she muttered to herself, "but if so be as I did believe in ghosts, and afeart of "em, I don"t know as ... Lor"s a mercy me! Who was a-saying as our Paul was like some one? And now here"s some one as is like our Paul. And as much a match as two pewters, on"y one more smarter, mayhap, and studdier."
"Whatever ails the old lady?" said Greta, faintly.
Paul stood a moment and laughed.
"Strange, but we can"t trouble now. What a mercy we"re safe and unharmed."
"A fearful sight--I"ll never, never forget it," said Greta, and she covered her face.
Paul stepped to the door. The flyman was bringing in the luggage.
"Leave the boxes in the bar, driver--there, that will do. Many of them, eh? Rather. Here"s for yourself. Why, bless my soul, who"s this? What, Hugh!"
Hugh Ritson walked into the room calm and smiling, and held out his hand to Greta and then to his brother.
"I came up to meet your train," he said, in answer to the look of inquiry.
"Well, that was good of you. Of course, you know of the accident. How did you find us here?"
"I heard at the station that a lady and gentleman had gone to the Hawk and Heron."
"And you followed? Well, Hugh, I must say that was brotherly of you, after all. Wasn"t it, Greta?"
"Yes, dear," said Greta, faintly, her voice trembling.
Paul observed her agitation.
"My poor girl, you are upset. I don"t wonder at it. You must get off for the night. Hugh, you must excuse her. It was a terrible scene, you know.
Our new life begins with a great shock to you, Greta. Never mind; that only means that the bright days are before us."
Paul stepped to the door again, and called to Mrs. Drayton.
"Here, my good landlady, take my wife to her room."
The landlady hobbled up.
"Room, sir, room? The gentleman didn"t say nothing--"
"Take the lady to your best room upstairs," said Hugh, with a significant look.
Greta was going. Her step was slow and uncertain.
"Won"t you say good-night, Greta?" said Hugh.
"Good-night," she said, so faintly as hardly to be heard.
The brothers looked after her.
"G.o.d bless her!" said Paul, fervently. "The days before her shall be brighter, if I can make them so."
Hugh Ritson closed the door.
"Paul," he said, "you and your wife must never meet again."
Paul Ritson turned red, and then ashy pale. A scarcely perceptible tremble of the eyelids, then a jaunty laugh, and then an appalling solemnity.
"What d"ye mean, man?" he said, with a vacant stare.
"Sit down and listen," said Hugh, seating himself, and lifting the poker to draw the fire together.
"Quick, tell me what it, is!" said Paul again.
"Paul, don"t chafe. We are hot-tempered men, both, at bottom," said Hugh, and his eye perused his brother with searching power.
"Don"t look at me like that," said Paul. "Don"t try to frighten me.
Speak out, and quickly."
"Be calm," said Hugh.
"Bah! you take me blindfold to the edge of a precipice, and tell be to "be calm.""
"You are wrong. I find you there, and remove the bandage," said Hugh.
"Quick! what is it? In another moment I shall cry out!"
Hugh Ritson rose stiffly to his feet.