"And of course you will come to us, too, dear?" Miss Burroughs said to Janetta. "This will be your home always: Andrew particularly wished me to say so."
"It is very kind of Dr. Burroughs," said Janetta, gratefully. "I have no claim on him at all: I am not Mrs. Colwyn"s daughter."
"As if that made any difference! James Colwyn was one of Andrew"s best friends, and for his sake, if for no other, you will be always welcome."
"I am very much obliged to you," Janetta replied, "and I shall be pleased to come to you now and then as a visitor; but I have made up my mind that now--now that my duty seems to be done, I had better go out into the world and try to make a career for myself. I shall be happier at work than leading an idle, easy life. But please do not think me ungrateful--only I _must_ get away."
And Miss Burroughs, looking into the girl"s worn face, and noticing the peculiar significance of her tone, refrained from pressing the point.
She was sure from both that some hidden pain existed, that there was some secret reason why Janetta felt that she "_must_ get away." She was anxious to help the girl, but she saw that it would be no true kindness to keep her in Beaminster against her will.
These matters took some time to arrange, and it was while some of them were still pending that Janetta was startled by a visit from Margaret Adair.
It was a sultry day towards the end of July, and Miss Adair looked for once hot and dusty. She was much thinner than she had been, and had a hara.s.sed expression which Janetta could not fail to remark. As she hurriedly explained, she had walked some little distance, leaving Alicia Stone at the Post Office, and it afterwards transpired, giving her mother the slip at a confectioner"s, in order to see Janetta once again.
"It is very kind of you, dear," said Janetta, touched, rather against her will, by so unwonted a proof of affection. "But I am afraid that Lady Caroline would not be pleased."
"I know she would not," said Margaret, a little bitterly. "She did not want me to see any more of you. I told her how unjust it was to blame you, but she would not believe me."
"It does not matter, Margaret, dear, I do not much mind."
"I thought I should like to see you once again." Margaret spoke with unusual haste, and almost in a breathless manner. "I want to know if you would do something for me. You used to say you would do anything for me."
"So I will, if I can."
"We were going abroad in a few days. I don"t know where, exactly: they won"t tell me. They are angry with me, Janetta, and I can"t bear it,"
cried Margaret, breaking suddenly into tears which were evidently very heartfelt, although they did not disfigure that fair and placid face of hers in the slightest degree; "they were never angry with me before, and it is terrible. They may take me away and keep me away for years, and I don"t know what to do. The only thing I can think of is to ask you to help me. I want to send a message to Wyvis--I want to write to him if you will give him the letter."
"But why do you not write him through the post?"
"Oh, because I promised not to post anything to him. Mamma said she must supervise my correspondence unless I promised not to write to him. And so I keep my word--but a few lines through you, Janet, darling, would not be breaking my word at all, for it would not be a letter exactly.
And I want to arrange when I can see him again."
Janetta drew back a little. "It would be breaking the spirit of your promise, Margaret. No, I cannot help you to do that."
"Oh, Janetta, you would never be so hard as to refuse me! I only want to tell Wyvis that I am true to him, and that I don"t mind what the world says one bit, because I know how people tell lies about him! You know you always promised to stand by me and to be my best friend."
"Yes, but I never promised to do a dishonorable action for you," said Janetta, steadily.
Margaret started up, her face a-flame directly.
"How dare you say such a thing to me, Janetta?" she exclaimed.
"I cannot help it, Margaret, you know that I am right."
The two looked at each other for a moment, and then Margaret turned away with the mien of an insulted princess.
"I was wrong to come. I thought that you would be true to the old bond of friendship between us. I shall never come to you again."
Poor Janetta"s heart was very tender, although her resolution was impregnable. She ran after Margaret, putting her hands on her arm, and imploring her with tears to forgive her for her refusal. "If it were only anything else, Margaret, dear! If only you did not want me to do what your father and mother do not wish! Don"t you see that you are trying to deceive them? If you were acting openly it would be a different thing! Don"t be angry with me for wanting to do right!"
"I am not at all angry," said Margaret, with stateliness. "I am very disappointed, that is all. I do not see that I am deceiving anybody by sending a message to Wyvis. But I will not ask you again."
"If only I could!" sighed Janetta, in deep distress and confusion of mind. But her anchor of truth and straightforwardness was the thing of all others that she relied on for safety, and she did not let go her hold. In spite of Margaret"s cold and haughty displeasure, Janetta kissed her affectionately, and could not refrain from saying, "Dear, I would do anything for you that I thought right. But don"t--don"t deceive your father and mother."
"I will not, as you shall see," returned Margaret, and she left the house without again looking at her former friend. Janetta felt very bitterly, as she watched the graceful figure down the street, that the old friendship had indeed become impossible in its older sense. Her very faithfulness to the lines in which it had been laid down now made it an offence to Margaret.
Janetta"s direct and straightforward dealing had the effect of driving Margaret, though chiefly out of perversity, to do likewise. Miss Adair was not accustomed to be withstood, and, during the unexpected opposition with which her wishes had been met, her mind had turned very often to Janetta with unswerving faith in her old friend"s readiness to help her at an emergency.
In this faith she considered that she had been cruelly disappointed. And her mingled anger, shame, and sorrow so blinded her to the circ.u.mstances in which she stood, that she walked quietly up to Lady Caroline and Alicia Stone in Beaminster High Street, and did not think of hiding her escapade at all.
"My dearest child, where _have_ you been?" cried Lady Caroline, who was always caressing, if inflexible.
"I have been to Janetta Colwyn"s, mamma," said Margaret, imperturbably, "to ask her to give a message to Mr. Brand."
"Margaret! Have you quite forgotten yourself? Oh, that unsuitable friendship of yours!"
"I don"t think you need call it unsuitable, mamma," Margaret rejoined, with a weary little smile. "Janetta absolutely refused to give the message, and told me to obey my parents. I really do not see that _you_ can blame her."
Lady Caroline replied only by a look of despair which spoke unutterable things, and then she walked onward to the spot where she had left the carriage. The three ladies drove home in complete silence. Lady Caroline was seriously displeased, Alicia curious, Margaret in rebellion and disgrace. The state of things was becoming very grave, for the whole tenor of life at Helmsley Court was disturbed, and Margaret"s father and mother wanted their daughter to be a credit and an ornament to them, not a cause of disturbance and irritation. Margaret had kept up a gallant fight: she had borne silence, cold looks, absence of caresses, with unwavering courage; but she began now to find the situation unendurable.
And a little doubt had lately been creeping into her heart--was it all worth while? If Wyvis Brand were really as undesirable a _parti_ as he was represented to be, Margaret was not sure that her lot would be very happy as his wife. Hitherto she had maintained that the stories told about him, his habits and his position, were falsehoods. But if--she began to think--if they were true, and if a marriage with him would exclude her from the society to which she had been accustomed, was it worth while to fight as hard as she had done? Perhaps, after all, her mother and her father were right.
Lady Caroline, not knowing of these weaknesses in Margaret"s defence, was inclined for once to be more severe than caressing. She went straight to her husband when she entered the Court, and had a long conversation with him. Then she proceeded to Margaret"s room.
"I have been talking to your father, Margaret," she said coldly, "and we are both very much distressed at the course which things are taking."
"So am I, mamma," said Margaret.
"Of course we cannot proceed in the mediaeval fashion, and lock you up in your own room until you are reasonable," said Lady Caroline, with a faint smile. "I should have thought that your own instinct as a lady would have precluded you from doing anything that would make it necessary for us to lay any restraint upon you; but to-day"s occurrence really makes me afraid. You have promised not to write to Mr. Brand, I think?"
"Yes. But I meant to send him a little note to-day."
"Indeed? Then what I have to say is all the more necessary. We do not restrict you to any part of the house, but you must understand that when you come out of your own room, Margaret, you are never to be alone.
Alicia will sit with you, if I am engaged. She will walk with you, if you wish to go out into the garden. I have no doubt it will be a little unpleasant," said Lady Caroline, with a slight, agreeable smile, "to be constantly under _surveillance_, and of course it will last only until we leave home next week; but in the meantime, my dear, unless you will give up your _penchant_ for Mr. Brand, you must submit to be watched.
You cannot be allowed to run off with messages to this man as if you were a milliner"s girl or a servant maid: _we_ manage these matters differently."
And then Lady Caroline withdrew, though not too late to see the girl sink down into a large arm-chair and burst into a very unwonted pa.s.sion of sobs and tears.
"So tiresome of Margaret to force one to behave in this absurd manner!"
reflected Lady Caroline. "So completely out of date in modern days!"
CHAPTER x.x.xI.
THE PLOUGHMAN"S SON.
Two or three days after Margaret"s visit to Gwynne Street, Janetta availed herself of Mrs. Colwyn"s temporary absence in Miss Burroughs"