It was with the keenest relief that, half an hour later, Anthony heard her footstep again in the red-tiled hall outside. The servants were gone upstairs by now, and the house was quiet. She came in, and sat by him again and took his hand.
"Thank G.o.d I went," she said. "I have left her so happy."
"Tell me all," said Anthony.
"I went through the garden," said Isabel, "but came round to the front of the house so that they might not think I came from here. When the servant came to the door--he was a stranger, and a Protestant no doubt--I said at once that I brought news of Mr. Maxwell from Rye; and he took me straight in and asked me to come in while he fetched her woman. Then her woman came out and took me upstairs, up into Lady Maxwell"s old room; and there she was lying in bed under the great canopy. Oh, Anthony, she is so pretty! her golden hair was lying out all over the pillow, and her face is so sweet. She cried out when I came in, and lifted herself on her elbow; so I just said at once, "He is safe and well"; and then she went off into sobs and laughter; so that I had to go and soothe her--her woman was so foolish and helpless; and very soon she was quiet: and then she called me her darling, and she kissed me again and again; and told the woman to go and leave us together; and then she lifted the sheet; and showed me the face of a little child. Oh Anthony; Hubert"s child and hers, the second, born on Tuesday--only think of that. "Mercy, I was going to call her," she said, "if I had not heard by to-morrow, but now I shall call her Victory.""
Anthony looked quickly at his sister, with a faint smile in his eyes.
"And what did you say?" he asked.
Isabel smiled outright; but her eyes were bright with tears too.
""You have guessed," she said. "Yes," I said, "call her Mercy all the same," and she kissed me again, and cried, and said that she would. And then I told her all about Hubert; and about his little wound; and how well he looked; and how all the fighting was most likely over; and what his cabin looked like. And then she suddenly guessed who I was, and asked me; and I could not deny it, you know; but she promised not to tell. Then she told me all about the house here; and how she was afraid Hubert had said something impatient about people who go to foreign parts and leave their country to be attacked, "But you know he did not really mean it,"
she said; and of course he did not. Well, the people had remembered that, and it spread and spread; and when the news of the Armada came last week, a mob came over from East Grinsted, and they sat drinking and drinking in the village; and of course Grace could not go out to them; and all the old people are gone, and the Catholics on the estate--and so at last they all came out roaring and shouting down the drive, and Mrs. Carroll was warned and slipped out to the Hall; and she is now gone to Stanfield to wait for us--and then the crowd broke into the house--but, oh Anthony, Grace was so sorry, and cried sore to think of us here; and asked us to come and stay there; but of course I told her we could not: and then I said a prayer for her; and we kissed one another again; and then I came away."
Anthony looked at his sister, and there was honour and pride of her in his eyes.
The ride to Stanfield next day was a long affair, at a foot"s-pace all the way: the horses were thoroughly tired with their journey, and they were obliged to start soon after three o"clock in the morning after a very insufficient rest; they did not reach Groombridge till nearly ten o"clock, when they dined, and then rode on towards Tonbridge about noon.
There were heavy hearts to be carried as well. The attempt to welcome the misery of their home-coming was a bitter effort; all the more bitter for that it was an entirely unexpected call upon them. During those six years abroad probably not a day had pa.s.sed without visions of Great Keynes, and the pleasant and familiar rooms and garden of their own house, and mental rehearsals of their return. The shock of the night before too had been emphasised by the horror of the cold morning light creeping through the empty windows on to the cruel heaps within. The garden too, seen in the dim morning, with its trampled lawns and wrecked flower-beds heaped with withered sunflowers, bell-blossoms and all the rich August growth, with the earthen flower-bowls smashed, the stone b.a.l.l.s on the gate overturned, and the laurels at the corner uprooted--all this was a horrible pain to Isabel, to whom the garden was very near as dear and familiar as her own room. So it was a silent and sorrowful ride; and Anthony"s heart rose in relief as at last up the grey village-street he saw the crowded roofs of Stanfield Place rise over the churchyard wall.
Their welcome from Mr. Buxton went far to compensate for all.
"My dear boy," he said, "or, my dear father, as I should call you in private, you do not know what happiness is mine to-day. It is a great thing to have a priest again; but, if you will allow me to say so, it is a greater to have my friend--and what a sister you have upstairs!"
They were in Mr. Buxton"s own little room on the ground-floor, and Isabel had gone to rest until supper.
Anthony told him of the grim surprise that had awaited them at Great Keynes. "So you must forgive my sister if she is a little sad."
"Yes, yes," said Mr. Buxton, "I had heard from Mrs. Carroll last night when she arrived here. But there was no time to warn you. I had expected you to-day, though Mrs. Carroll did not."
(Anthony had sent a man straight from Rye to Stanfield.)
"But Mistress Isabel, as I shall venture to call her, must do what she can with this house and garden. I need not say how wholly it is hers. And I shall call you Anthony," he added--"in public, at least. And, for strangers, you are just here as my guest; and you shall be called Capell--a sound name; and you shall be Catholics too; though you are no priest, of course, in public--and you have returned from the Continent. I hold it is no use to lie when you can be found out. I do not know what your conscience is, Father Anthony; but, for myself, I count us Catholics to be _in statu belli_ now; and therefore I shall lie frankly and fully when there is need; and you may do as you please. Old Mr. Blake used to bid me prevaricate instead; but that always seemed to me two lies instead of one--one to the questioning party and the other to myself; and so I always said to him, but he would not have it so. I wondered he did not tell me that two negatives made an affirmative; but he was not clever enough, the good father. So my own custom is to tell one plain lie when needed, and shame the devil."
It was pleasant to Anthony to hear his friend talk again, and he said so.
His host"s face softened into a great tenderness.
"Dear lad, I know what you mean. Please G.o.d you may find this a happy home."
A couple of hours later, when Anthony and Isabel came down together from their rooms in the old wing, they found Mr. Buxton in his black satin and lace in the beautiful withdrawing-room on the ground-floor. It was already past the supper-hour, but their host showed no signs of going into the hall. At last he apologised.
"I ask your pardon, Mistress Isabel; but I have a guest come to stay with me, who only arrived an hour ago; and she is a great lady and must have her time. Ah! here she is."
The door was flung open and a radiant vision appeared. The door was a little way off, and there were no candles near it; but there swelled and rustled into the room a figure all in blue and gold, with a white delicate ruff; and diamond buckles shone beneath the rich brocaded petticoat. Above rose a white bosom and throat scintillating with diamonds, and a flushed face with scarlet lips, all crowned by piles of black hair, with black dancing eyes beneath. Still a little in the shadow this splendid figure swept down with a great curtsey, which Isabel met by another, while the two gentlemen bowed low; and then, as the stranger swayed up again into the full light of the sconces, Anthony recognised Mary Corbet.
He stood irresolute with happy hesitation; and she came up smiling brilliantly; and before he could stay her dropped down on one knee and took his hand and kissed it; just as the man left the room.
"G.o.d bless you, Father Anthony!" she said; and as he looked at her, as she glanced up, he could not tell whether her eyes shone with tears or laughter.
"This is very charming and proper, Mistress Corbet, and like a true daughter of the Church," put in Mr. Buxton, "but I shall be obliged to you if you will not in future kiss priests" hands nor call them Father in the presence of the servants--at least not in my house."
"Ah!" she said, "you were always prudent. Have you seen his secret doors?" she went on to Anthony. "The entire Catholic Church might play hare and hounds with the Holy Father as huntsman and the Cardinals as the whips, through Mr. Buxton"s secret labyrinths."
"Wait until you are hare, and it is other than Holy Church that is a-hunting," said Mr. Buxton, "and you will thank G.o.d for my labyrinths, as you call them."
Then she greeted Isabel with great warmth.
"Why, my dear," she said, "you are not the little Puritan maiden any longer. We must have a long talk to-night; and you shall tell me everything."
"Mistress Mary is not so greatly changed," said Isabel, smiling. "She always would be told everything."
It was strange to Anthony to meet Mary again after so long, and to find her so little changed, as Isabel had said truly. He himself had pa.s.sed through so much since they had last met at Greenwich over six years ago--his conversion, his foreign sojourn, and, above all, the bewildering and intoxicating sweetness of his ordination and priestly life. And yet he felt as close to Mary as ever, knit in a bond of wonderful good fellowship and brotherhood such as he had never felt to any other in just that kind and degree. He watched her, warm and content, as she talked across the polished oak and beneath the gleam of the candles; and listened, charmed by her air and her talk.
"There is not so much news of her Grace," she said, "save that she is turning soldier in her old age. She rode out to Tilbury, you know, the other day, in steel cuira.s.s and scarlet; out to see her dear Robin and the army; and her royal face was all smiles and becks, and lord! how the soldiers cheered! But if you had seen her as I did, in her room when she first buckled on her armour, and the joints did not fit--yes, and heard her! there were no smiles to spare then. She lodged at Mr. Rich"s, you know, two nights; but he would be Mr. Poor, I should suppose, by the time her Grace left him; for he will not see the worth of a shoelace again of all that he expended on her."
"You see," remarked Mr. Buxton to Isabel, "how fortunate we are in having such a friend of her Grace"s with us. We hear all the cream of the news, even though it be a trifle sour sometimes."
"A lover of her Grace," said Mary, "loves the truth about her, however bitter. But then I have no secret pa.s.sages where I may hide from my sovereign!"
"The cream can scarce be but sour," said Anthony, "near her Grace: there is so much thunder in the air."
"Yes, but the sun came out when you were there, Anthony," put in Isabel, smiling.
"But even the light of her glorious countenance is trying," said Mary.
"She is overpowering in thunder and sunshine alike."
"We have had enough of that metaphor," observed Mr. Buxton.
Then Anthony had to talk, and tell all the foreign news of Douai and Rome and Cardinal Allen; and of Father Persons" scheme for a college at Valladolid.
"Father Robert is a superb beggar--as he is superb in all things," said Mr. Buxton. "I dare not think how much he got from me for his college; and then I do not even approve of his college. His principles are too logical for me. I have ever had a weakness for the _non sequitur_."
This led on to the Armada; Anthony told his experience of it; how he had seen at least the sails of Lord Howard"s squadron far away against the dawn; and this led on again to a sharp discussion when the servants had left the room.
"I do not know," said Mary at last; "it is difficult--is not the choice between G.o.d and Elizabeth? If I were a man, why should I not take up arms to defend my religion? Since I am a woman, why should I not pray for Philip"s success? It is a bitter hard choice, I know; but why need I prefer my country to my faith? Tell me that, Father Anthony."
"I can only tell you my private opinion," said Anthony, "and that is, that both duties may be done. As Mr. Buxton here used to tell me, the duty to Caesar is as real as the duty to G.o.d. A man is bound to both; for each has its proper bounds. When either oversteps them it must be resisted. When Elizabeth bids me deny my faith, I tell her I would sooner die. When a priest bids me deny my country, I tell him I would sooner be d.a.m.ned."
Mary clapped her hands.
"I like to hear a man talk like that," she cried. "But what of the Holy Father and his excommunication of her Grace?"
Anthony looked up at her sharply, and then smiled; Isabel watched him with a troubled face.