"But are there really such men?"
"Yes. There are White Magicians and Black. They both have acquired super-physical powers the same in essence, acting differently when used differently. Good men use them to help: bad men use them to hurt. Just like dynamite, you know, dear. You can use it for a good purpose to blow up rocks blocking a harbour, or for a bad one to destroy life. But the thing itself and the action of the thing are the same. How did you see these fairies?"
"Nature-spirits," insisted Alice quickly. "Oh, one day when I was on the moor Don Pablo came along. He told me about them and I did not believe in such things. Then he took my hand, saying I was clairvoyant. In some way his touch or some power which he poured into me opened"--Alice was puzzled how the experience could be explained--"opened a third eye, as it might be. I don"t know exactly how to put it, but in some way I saw----"
"Saw what?"
"Little men and women on the heather. Some were playing and others were at work. The ground I sat on was alive with them. Yet when Don Pablo took his hand away, the third eye closed and they vanished. But of course they were still around me, though I could not see them. I told Julian about pixies and nixies, and he laughingly said that it needed the eye of faith to see them. I daresay that was my third eye. Do you understand?"
"Perfectly. Eberstein has explained some of these things to me. And I had an experience----" Douglas broke off abruptly, remembering that the doctor had asked him to say nothing about his vision. "Well, it doesn"t matter. But I quite believe that the veil can be lifted, or perhaps--a better way of putting it--the veil can be seen through."
It was lucky for Montrose that Alice"s attention was distracted at the moment, as she might have pressed him overhard to relate his experience.
And as she had her full share of feminine curiosity, she would not have been put off with evasive replies. But at the rude jetty a boat had arrived and in the boat was a tall girl, whom Miss Enistor recognised at once. She told Montrose to stay where he was and ran down the slope to speak with Rose Penwin. The reason why she did not want Douglas to accompany her was obvious.
"Oh, Rose, why have you not been up to see me?" asked Alice, when the girl moored her boat to the jetty and stepped ash.o.r.e.
"I have been too busy, miss," replied Rose, smiling, and showing a set of very white teeth. "Did you want me?"
"It"s about Job Trevel."
"Oh!" Rose flushed and drew herself up. "What"s he been saying?"
"Nothing. I haven"t seen him. But people are talking, Rose."
"Let them talk," retorted the girl sullenly. "If I"d a shilling for every bad word they say of me I should be rich."
Alice looked at her in pained silence. Rose was a magnificent-looking woman, tall and stately, highly coloured and beautiful. With her black hair and black eyes and perfectly moulded figure, she looked the embodiment of a sea-G.o.ddess. Also her dress was picturesque, with a touch of colour here and there pleasing to the eye. But what Alice looked at most was a snake bracelet of Indian workmanship in silver which clung round her right wrist. "Do you think it right to let Don Pablo give you such presents?"
Rose flushed still deeper and her eyes flashed with anger. "He might be my grandfather," she snapped in a savage manner.
"But he isn"t," replied Alice earnestly. "Oh, Rose, you know how hot-blooded Job is. And if you give him cause to be jealous----"
"I don"t care if he"s jealous or not, miss. The likes of me is a sight too good for the likes of him."
"But he"s an honest man----"
"So is Don Pablo, and what"s more he"s a richer man. If he was young I wouldn"t let him give me things. But whatever they may say, an old gentleman like that don"t mean no harm. Besides, I haven"t said yes to Job."
"But you will say yes."
"That depends upon how Job behaves himself, miss. I"m not going to have him glowering and swearing as if I was doing something wrong, which I ain"t. And begging your pardon, miss, I don"t see what you"ve got to do with it."
"I don"t want to see you get into trouble," said Alice indiscreetly.
Rose flashed round furiously. "Who said I was going to get into trouble?
I like pretty things, and if an old gentleman gives them to me, where"s the harm, I should like to know?"
"Job"s jealousy----"
"Let him keep it to himself," interrupted Rose, who was in a fine rage.
"I ain"t his wife yet to be at his beck and call. And perhaps I never shall be if it comes to that. Don Pablo says that a girl like me would make plenty of money in London as an artist"s model: or I might go on the stage."
"I think Don Pablo should be ashamed of himself to poison your mind in this way," burst out Alice, angry in her turn. "Don"t be a fool."
Inherited respect for the Squire"s daughter kept Rose within bounds, but for the moment she looked as though she would strike Alice. With an effort she turned away, biting her lip and clenching her hands. "I"ll forget myself if I stay, miss. You"d best keep away from me!" and before Miss Enistor could stop her she fairly ran up the path past Montrose on her hurried way to the village. Douglas turned to stare after the flying figure, and wondered what Alice had said to send the girl away with such wrath depicted on her face.
At the same moment as Rose disappeared Alice heard a deep male voice speaking to her, and turned to see Job clambering up on the hither side of the jetty. He was a tall, bulky, powerful man, with red hair and keen blue eyes, handsome and virile in a common way, and exhibited a strength which appealed to every woman for miles around. At one time it appealed to Rose, but since Don Pablo had poisoned her mind she had risked an unpleasant exhibition of that strength by her coquettish behaviour. Job looked dour and dangerous, and there was a spark in his blue eyes.
"I heard what you said, Miss Alice," he remarked, drawing a deep breath.
"I was under the jetty waiting for her coming. But when you spoke to her I thought I"d just wait to hear if she"d listen to sense."
"It doesn"t seem like it, Job," said Alice sadly, and looked with distress on the splendid figure of her foster-brother.
"No, it don"t, miss," he responded gloomily. "She"s got the bit between her teeth, she has. It"s all that foreign devil, begging your pardon for the word, Miss Alice. I"d like to strangle him."
"Don"t be silly, talking in that way, Job. It"s dangerous."
"It will be for him, if he don"t sheer off," muttered the man vengefully.
"Job, you know quite well that Don Pablo is an old man: he must be eighty if an hour. You can"t be jealous of him."
"But I am, Miss Alice, and it ain"t no good saying as I"m not. What right has he to give her presents and talk about taking her to London?
I"ll break his neck if he goes on with such talk."
Alice tried to defend the Spaniard, not because she thought he was acting rightly, but for the simple reason that she wished to talk Job into a calmer state of mind. At the moment the man was dangerous. "Don Pablo only admires Rose as a beautiful woman," she urged.
"Then he shan"t. No one shall admire her but me. And if he wants to marry, Miss Alice----"
"Oh, nonsense," she broke in. "Why, he"s too old."
"Well, they did say as you were going to marry him," retorted Trevel coolly.
"I am going to do nothing of the sort," cried the girl, stamping her foot. "I think you should be more sensible than to suggest such a thing."
"I didn"t suggest it," said Job stolidly. "But the Squire wants----"
"I don"t care what the Squire wants," interrupted Alice, with another stamp. "People say things they have no right to say. You are my foster-brother, Job, and I allow you more licence than most. But you must never speak to me in this way again."
"I didn"t mean any harm, Miss Alice, and my heart is sore."
"Poor Job!" Alice became sorry for the big man. "You do suffer, and Rose ought to be ashamed of herself to cause you such pain. Get her to marry you at once and laugh at Don Pablo."
"She won"t. He"s got her fair under his thumb, Miss Alice," said Trevel gloomily. "I hate him, and so does everyone else. He"s the only man as I ever heard the parson have a bad word for. There"s something about that foreign chap," Job clenched a huge fist, "as makes you want to squash him like a toad."
Alice nodded comprehendingly. "All the same you must do him no harm, or you will get into trouble. And remember, Job, that I am your friend"--she gave him her hand--"and to prove it I shall tell you what will please you. I am engaged to that gentleman over there--Mr.
Montrose."
Trevel shook the hand heartily and his face grew good-natured. "I"m fair glad of it, miss. I"ve seen the gentleman and like the gentleman. He"s been down in the village with Mr. Hardwick, as we like also. As to that foreigner, miss--ugh!" Job scowled and turned away, while Alice went back to Douglas.