Austin led her to a garden seat which stood near, and sat down beside her. "Well, what is it all about?" he asked.
"My dear, it was like this," began Aunt Charlotte, as she gradually recovered her composure. "Our friends were just going away--oh, I forgot to tell you that of course they came; we had a most delightful time, and dear Lottie--no, Lizzie--I always do forget which is which--I can"t remember, but it doesn"t matter--was the life and soul of the party; however, as I was saying, they were just going away, and I was there at the gate seeing them off, when the butcher"s boy came running up and warned them on no account to venture into the road, as Hunt"s dog--that"s the butcher, you know--I mean Hunt is--had gone raving mad, and was loose upon the streets. Of course we were all most horribly alarmed, and wanted to know whether anybody had been bitten; but the boy was off like a shot, and two minutes afterwards the wretched dog itself came tearing past, as mad as a dog could be, its jaws a ma.s.s of foam, and snapping right and left. As soon as ever it was safe our friends took the opportunity of escaping--of course in the opposite direction; and then a crowd of villagers came along in pursuit, but not knowing which turning to take till some man or other told them that the dog had gone up the lane. Then imagine my terror!
For I felt perfectly convinced that you"d be coming home that way, as the road was hot and dusty, and I know how fond you are of lanes and fields. Oh, my dear, I can"t get over it even now. How was it you chose the road?"
For a moment Austin did not speak. Then he said very slowly:
"I don"t know how to tell you. Of course I _could_ tell you easily enough, but I don"t think you"d understand. Auntie, I intended to come home by the lane. Twice or three times I tried to cross the stile into the meadows, and each time I was prevented. Something stopped me.
Something pushed me back. Naturally I wanted to come by the meadow--the road was horrid--and I wanted to stroll along on the gra.s.s and enjoy myself by the river. But there it was--I couldn"t do it. So I gave up trying, and came by the road after all."
"What _do_ you mean, Austin?" asked Aunt Charlotte. "I never heard such a thing in my life. What was it that pushed you back?"
"I don"t know," replied the boy deliberately. "I only know that something did. And as the lane is very narrow, and enclosed by excessively steep banks, the chances are that I should have met the dog in it, and that the dog would have bitten me and given me hydrophobia. And now you know as much as I do myself."
"I can"t tell what to think, I"m sure," said Aunt Charlotte. "Anyhow, it"s most providential that you escaped, but as for your being prevented, as you say--as for anything pushing you back--why, my dear, of course that was only your fancy. What else could it have been? I"m far too practical to believe in presentiments, and warnings, and nonsense of that sort. I"d as soon believe in table-rapping. No, my dear; I thank G.o.d you"ve come back safe and sound, but don"t go hinting at anything supernatural, because I simply don"t believe in it."
"Then why do you thank G.o.d?" asked Austin, "Isn"t He supernatural?
Why, He"s the only really supernatural Being possible, it seems to me."
That was a poser. Aunt Charlotte, having recovered her equanimity, began to feel argumentative. It was inc.u.mbent on her to prove that she was not inconsistent in attributing Austin"s preservation to the intervention of G.o.d, while disclaiming any belief in what she called the supernatural. And for the moment she did not know how to do it.
"By the supernatural, Austin," she said at last, in a very oracular tone, "I mean superst.i.tion. And I call that story of yours a piece of superst.i.tion and nothing else."
"Auntie, you do talk the most delightful nonsense of any elderly lady of my acquaintance," cried Austin, as he laughingly patted her on the back. "It"s no use arguing with you, because you never can see that two and two make four. It"s very sad, isn"t it? However, the thing to be thankful for is that I"ve got back safe and sound, and that we"ve both had a delightful afternoon. And now tell me all your adventures.
I"m dying to hear about the vicar, and the Cobbled.i.c.ks, and the ingenious Jock and Sandy. Did all your friends turn up?"
"Indeed they did, and a most charming time we had," replied Aunt Charlotte briskly. "Of course they were astonished to find that you weren"t here to welcome them, and I was obliged to say how unfortunate it was, but a most stupid mistake had arisen, and that you were dreadfully sorry, and all the rest of it. Ah, you don"t know what you missed, Austin. The boys were full of fun as usual, and dear Lizzie--or was it Florrie? well, it doesn"t matter--said she was sure you"d gone to the Court in preference because you were expecting to meet a lot of girls there who were much prettier than she was. Of course she was joking, but----"
"The vulgar, disgusting brute!" cried Austin, in sudden anger. "And these are the creatures you torment me to a.s.sociate with. Well----"
"Austin, you"ve no right to call a young lady a brute; it"s abominably rude of you," said Aunt Charlotte severely. "There was nothing vulgar in what she said; it was just a playful sally, such as any sprightly girl might indulge in. I a.s.sured her you were going to meet n.o.body but Mr St Aubyn himself, and then she said it was a shame that you should have been inveigled away to be bored by----"
"I don"t want to hear what the woman said," interrupted Austin, with a gesture of contempt. "Such people have no right to exist. They"re not worthy for a man like St Aubyn to tread upon. It"s a pity you know nothing of him yourself, auntie. You wouldn"t appreciate your Lotties and your Florries quite so much as you do now, if you did."
"Then you enjoyed yourself?" returned Aunt Charlotte, waiving the point. "Oh, I"ve no doubt he"s an agreeable person in his way. And the gardens are quite pretty, I"m told. Hasn"t he got a few rather nice pictures in his rooms? I"m very fond of pictures myself. Well, now, tell me all about it. How did you amuse yourself all the afternoon, and what did you talk to him about?"
But before Austin could frame a fitting answer the butcher"s boy looked over the gate to tell them that the rabid dog had been found in the lane and killed.
Chapter the Fifth
It will readily be understood that Austin was in no hurry to confide anything about his experiences in the Banqueting Hall to his Aunt Charlotte. The way in which she had received his straightforward, simple account of the curious impressions which had determined his choice of a route in coming home was enough, and more than enough, to seal his tongue. He was sensitive in the extreme, and any lack of sympathy or comprehension made him retire immediately into his sh.e.l.l.
His aunt"s demeanour imparted an air of reserve even to the description he gave her of the attractions of Moorcombe Court. Perhaps the good lady was a trifle sore at never having been invited there herself. One never knows. At any rate, her att.i.tude was chilling. So as regarded the incident in the Banqueting Hall he preserved entire silence. Her scepticism was too complacent to be attacked.
He was aroused next morning by the sweetest of country sounds--the sound of a scythe upon the lawn. Then there came the distant call of the street flower-seller, "All a-growing, all a-blowing," which he remembered as long as he could remember anything. The world was waking up, but it was yet early--not more than half-past six at the very latest. So he lay quietly and contentedly in his white bed, lazily wondering how it would feel in the Banqueting Hall at that early hour, and what it would be like there in the dead of night, and how soon it would be proper for him to go and leave a card on Mr St Aubyn, and what Lubin would think of it all, and how it was he had never before noticed that great crack in the ceiling just above his head. At last he slipped carefully out of bed without waiting for Martha to bring him his hot water, and hopped as best he could to the open window and looked out. There was Lubin, mowing vigorously away, and the air was full of sweet garden scents and the early twittering of birds. He could not go back to bed after that, but proceeded forthwith to dress.
After a hurried toilet, he b.u.mped his way downstairs; intercepted the dairyman, from whom he extorted a great draught of milk, and then went into the garden. How sweet it was, that breath of morning air!
Lubin had just finished mowing the lawn, and the perfume of the cool gra.s.s, damp with the night"s dew, seemed to pervade the world. No one else was stirring; there was nothing to jar his nerves; everything was harmonious, fresh, beautiful, and young. And the harmony of it all consisted in this, that Austin was fresh, and beautiful, and young himself.
"Well, and how did ye fare at the Court?" asked Lubin, as Austin joined him. "Was it as fine a place as you reckoned it would be?"
"Oh, Lubin, it was lovely!" cried Austin, enthusiastically. "I do wish you could see it. And the garden! Of course this one"s lovely too, and I love it, but the garden at the Court is simply divine. It"s on a great scale, you know, and there are huge orchid-houses, and flaming carnations, and stained tulips, and gilded lilies, and a wonderful gra.s.s terrace, and--"
"Ay, ay, I"ve heard tell of all that," interrupted Lubin. "But how about the ghosts? Did you see any o" them, as you was so anxious about?"
"No--I didn"t see any; but they"re there all the same," returned Austin. "I felt them, you know. But only in one place; that great room, they say, was a Banqueting Hall once upon a time. You know, Lubin, I"m going back there before long. Mr St Aubyn asked me to come again, and I intend to go into that room again to see if I feel anything more. It was the very queerest thing! I never felt so strange in my life. The place seemed actually full of them. I could feel them all round me, though I couldn"t see a thing. And the strangest part of it is that I"ve never felt quite the same since."
"How d"ye mean?" asked Lubin, looking up.
"I don"t know--but I fancy I may still be surrounded by them in some sort of way," replied Austin. "It"s possibly nothing but imagination after all. However, we shall see. Now this morning I want to go a long ramp into the country--as far as the Beacon, if I can. It"s going to be a splendid day, I"m sure."
"I"m not," said Lubin. "The old goose was dancing for rain on the green last night, and that"s a sure sign of a change."
"Dancing for rain! What old goose?" asked Austin, astonished.
"The geese always dance when they want rain," replied Lubin, "and what the goose asks for G.o.d sends. Did you never hear that before? It"s a sure fact, that is. It"ll rain within four-and-twenty hours, you mark my words."
"I hope it won"t," said Austin. "And so your mother keeps geese?"
"Ay, that she does, and breeds "em, and fattens "em up against Michaelmas. And we"ve a fine noise o" ducks on the pond, too. They pays their way too, I reckon."
"A noise o" ducks? What, do they quack so loud?"
"Lor" bless you, Master Austin, where was you brought up? Everybody hereabouts know what a noise o" ducks is. Same as a flock o" geese, only one quacks and the other cackles. Well, now I"m off home, for its peckish work mowing on an empty belly, and the mother"ll be looking out for me. Geese for me, ghosts for you, and in the end we"ll see which pans out the best."
So Lubin trudged away to his breakfast and left Austin to his reflections. The predicted rain held off in spite of the terpsich.o.r.ean importunity of Lubin"s geese, and Austin pa.s.sed a lovely morning on the moors; but next day it came down with a vengeance, and for six hours there was a regular deluge. However, Austin didn"t mind. When it was fine he spent his days in the fields and woods; if it rained, he sat at a window where he could watch the grey mists, and the driving clouds, and the straight arrows of water falling wonderfully through the air. His books, too, were a resource that never failed, and if he was unable personally to partic.i.p.ate in beautiful scenes, he could always read about them, which was the next best thing after all.
The weather continued unsettled for some days, and then it cleared up gloriously, so that Austin was able to lead what he called his Daphnis life once more. The rains had had rather a depressing effect upon his general health, and once or twice he had fancied that something was troubling him in his stump; but with the return of the sun all such symptoms disappeared as though by magic, and he felt younger and lighter than ever as he stepped forth again into the glittering air.
More than a week had elapsed since his day at the Court, and he began to think that now he really might venture to go and call. So off he set one sunny afternoon, and with rather a beating heart presented himself at the park gates.
Here, however, a disappointment awaited him. The lodge-keeper shook his head, and announced that Mr St Aubyn was away and wouldn"t be back till night. Austin could do nothing but leave a card, and hope that he might be lucky enough to meet him by accident before long.
So he turned back and made for the meadow by the river side, feeling sure that he would be safe from rabid dogs that time at any rate. And certainly no mysterious influences intervened to prevent him sitting on the stile for a rest, and indulging in pleasant thoughts. Then he pulled out his pocket-volume of the beloved Eclogues, and read the musical contest between Menalcas and Damaetas with great enjoyment.
Why, he wondered, were there no delightful shepherd-boys now-a-days, who spent their time in lying under trees and singing one against the other? Lubin was much nicer than most country lads, but even Lubin was not equal to improvising songs about Phyllis, and Delia, and the Muses. Then he looked up, and saw a stranger approaching him across the field.
He was a big, stoutish man, with a fat face, a frock-coat tightly b.u.t.toned up, a large umbrella, and a rather shabby hat of the shape called chimney-pot. A somewhat incongruous object, amid that rural scene, and not a very prepossessing one; but apparently a gentleman, though scarcely of the stamp of St Aubyn. At last he came quite near, and Austin moved as though to let him pa.s.s.
"Don"t trouble yourself, young gentleman," said the newcomer, in a good-humoured, offhand way. "Can you tell me whether I"m anywhere near a place called Moorcombe Court?"
"Yes--it"s not far off," replied Austin, immediately interested. "I"ve just come from there myself."
"Really, now!" was the gentleman"s rejoinder. "And how"s me friend St Aubyn?"
So he was Mr St Aubyn"s friend--or claimed to be. "I really suspected," said Austin to himself, "that he must be a bailiff." From which it may be inferred that the youth"s acquaintance with bailiffs was somewhat limited. Then he said, aloud:
"I believe he"s quite well, thank you, but I"m afraid you"ll not be able to see him. He"s gone out somewhere for the day."