The first was written within a week of Robin"s coming to Rheims, and told the tale of the sailing, the long rides that followed it, the pleasure the writer found at coming to a Catholic country, and something of his adventures upon his arrival with his little party. But names and places were scrupulously omitted. Dr. Allen was described as "my host"; and, in more than one instance, the name of a town was inscribed with a line drawn beneath it to indicate that this was a kind of _alias_.
The second letter gave some account of the life lived in Rheims--was a real boy"s letter--and this was more difficult to treat with discretion.
It related that studies occupied a certain part of the day; that "prayers" were held at such and such times, and that the sports consisted chiefly of a game called "Cat."
So with the eight or nine that followed. The third and fourth were bolder, and spoke of certain definitely Catholic practices--of prayers for the conversion of England, and of ma.s.s said on certain days for the same intention. It seemed as if the writer had grown confident in his place of security. But later, again, his caution returned to him, and he spoke in terms so veiled that even Marjorie could scarcely understand him. Yet, on the whole, the letters, if they had fallen into hostile hands, would have done no irreparable injury; they would only have indicated that a Catholic living abroad, in some unnamed university or college, was writing an account of his life to a Catholic named Mistress Marjorie Manners, living in England.
When the girl had finished her explaining, it was evident that there was no longer any need for Anthony to take them with him. He said so.
"Ah! but take them, if you will," cried the girl.
"It would be better not. You have them safe here. And--"
Marjorie flushed. She felt that her ruse had been too plain.
"I would sooner you took them," she said. "You can read them at your leisure."
So he accepted, and slipped them into his breast with what seemed to the girl a lamentable carelessness. Then he stood up.
"I must go," he said. "And I have never asked after Mistress Manners."
"She is abed," said the girl. "She has been there this past month now."
She went with him to the door, for it was not until then that she was courageous enough to speak as she had determined.
"Mr. Babington," she said suddenly.
He turned.
"I have been thinking while we talked," she said. "You think my coming to London would be of real service?"
"I think so. It would be good for you to meet these priests before they--"
"Then I will come, if my mother gives me leave. When will you go?"
"We should be riding in not less than a week from now. But, mistress--"
"No, I have thought of it. I will come--if my mother gives me leave."
He nodded briskly and brightly. He loved courage, and he understood that this decision of hers had required courage.
"Then my sister shall come for you, and--"
"No, Mr. Babington, there is no need. We shall start from Derby?"
"Why, yes."
"Then my maid and I will ride down there and sleep at the inn, and be ready for you on the day that you appoint."
When he was gone at last she went back again to the parlour, and sat without moving and without seeing. She was in an agony lest she had been unmaidenly in determining to go so soon as she heard that Robin was to be there.
CHAPTER II
I
Anthony lifted his whip and pointed.
"London," he said.
Marjorie nodded; she was too tired to speak.
The journey had taken them some ten days, by easy stages; each night they had slept at an inn, except once, when they stayed with friends of the Babingtons and had heard ma.s.s. They had had the small and usual adventures: a horse had fallen lame; a baggage-horse had bolted; they had pa.s.sed two or three hunting-parties; they had been stared at in villages and saluted, and stared at and not saluted. Rain had fallen; the clouds had cleared again; and the clouds had gathered once more and rain had again fallen. The sun, morning by morning, had stood on the left, and evening by evening gone down again on the right.
They were a small party for so long a journey--the three with four servants--two men and two maids: the men had ridden armed, as the custom was; one rode in front, then came the two ladies with Anthony; then the two maids, and behind them the second man. In towns and villages they closed up together lest they should be separated, and then spread out once more as the long, straight track lengthened before them. Anthony and the two men-servants carried each a case of dags or pistols at the saddle-bow, for fear of highwaymen. But none had troubled them.
A strange dreamlike mood had come down on Marjorie. At times it seemed to her in her fatigue as if she had done nothing all her life but ride; at times, as she sat rocking, she was living still at home, sitting in the parlour, watching her mother; the illusion was so clear and continuous that its departure, when her horse stumbled or a companion spoke, was as an awaking from a dream. At other times she looked about her; talked; asked questions.
She found Mistress Alice Babington a pleasant friend, some ten years older than herself, who knew London well, and had plenty to tell her.
She was a fair woman, well built and active; very fond of her brother, whom she treated almost as a mother treats a son; but she seemed not to be in his confidence, and even not to wish to be; she thought more of his comfort than of his ideals. She was a Catholic, of course, but of the quiet, a.s.sured kind, and seemed unable to believe that anyone could seriously be anything else; she seemed completely confident that the present distress was a pa.s.sing one, and that when politics had run their course, it would presently disappear. Marjorie found her as comfortable as a pillow, when she was low enough to rest on her....
Though Marjorie had nodded only when the spires of London shone up suddenly in the evening light, a sharp internal interest awakened in her. It was as astonishing as a miracle that the end should be in sight; the past ten days had made it seem to her as if all things which she desired must eternally recede.... She touched her horse unconsciously, and stared out between his ears, sitting upright and alert again.
It was not a great deal that met the eye, but it was so disposed as to suggest a great deal more. Far away to the right lay a faint haze, and in it appeared towers and spires, with gleams of sharp white here and there, where some tall building rose above the dark roofs. To the left again appeared similar signs of another town--the same haze, towers and spires--linked to the first. She knew what they were; she had heard half a dozen times already of the two towns that made London--running continuously in one long line, however, which grew thin by St. Mary"s Hospital and St. Martin"s, she was told--the two troops of houses and churches that had grown up about the two centres of Court and City, Westminster and the City itself. But it was none the less startling to see these with her proper eyes.
Presently, in spite of herself, as she saw the spire of St. Clement"s Dane, where she was told they must turn City-wards, she began to talk, and Anthony to answer.
II
Dark was beginning to fall and the lamps to be lighted as they rode in at last half an hour later, across the Fleet Ditch, through Ludgate and turned up towards Cheapside. They were to stay at an inn where Anthony was accustomed to lodge when he was not with friends--an inn, too, of which the landlord was in sympathy with the old ways, and where friends could come and go without suspicion. It was here, perhaps, that letters would be waiting for them from Rheims.
Marjorie had known Derby only among the greater towns, and neither this nor the towns where she had stayed, night by night, during the journey, had prepared her in the least for the amazing rush and splendour of the City itself. A fine, cold rain was falling, and this, she was told, had driven half the inhabitants within doors; but even so, it appeared to her that London was far beyond her imaginings. Beneath here, in the deep and narrow channel of houses up which they rode, narrowed yet further by the rows of stalls that were ranged along the pathways on either side, the lamps were kindling swiftly, in windows as well as in the street; here and there hung great flaring torches, and the vast eaves and walls overhead shone in the light of the fires where the rich gilding threw it back. Beyond them again, solemn and towering, leaned over the enormous roofs; and everywhere, it seemed to her fresh from the silence and solitude of the country, countless hundreds of moving faces were turned up to her, from doorways and windows, as well as from the groups that hurried along under the shelter of the walls; and the air was full of talking and laughter and footsteps. It meant nothing to her at present, except inextricable confusion: the gleam of arms as a patrol pa.s.sed by; the important little group making its way with torches; the dogs that scuffled in the roadway; the party of apprentices singing together loudly, with linked arms, plunging up a side street; the hooded women chattering together with gestures beneath a low-hung roof; the calling, from side to side of the twisting street; the bargaining of the sellers at the stalls--all this, with the rattle of their own horses"
feet and the jingling of the bits, combined only to make a noisy and brilliant spectacle without sense or signification.
Mistress Alice glanced at her, smiling.
"You are tired," she said; "we are nearly there. That is St. Paul"s on the right."