Eleanor

Chapter 22

Presently--a sound of steps and hoofs. Looking up she could just distinguish a couple of led mules with two big lads picking their way down the rocky lane. There was no turning aside. She pa.s.sed them with as much dispatch as possible.

They stopped, however, and stared at her,--the elegant lady in her white dress all alone. Then they pa.s.sed, and she could not but be conscious of relief, especially as she had neither money nor cigars.

Suddenly there was a clatter of steps behind her, and she turned to see one of the boys, holding out his hand--

"Signora!--un soldino!"

She walked fast, shaking her head.

"Non ho niente--niente."

He followed her, still begging, his whining note pa.s.sing into something more insolent. She hurried on. Presently there was a silence; the steps ceased; she supposed he was tired of the pursuit, and had dropped back to the point where his companion was waiting with the mules.

But there was a sudden movement in the lane behind. She put up her hand with a little cry. Her cheek was struck,--again!--another stone struck her wrist. The blood flowed over her hand. She began to run, stumbling up the path, wondering how she could defend herself if the two lads came back and attacked her together.

Luckily the path turned; her white dress could no longer offer them a mark.

She fled on, and presently found a gap in the low wall of the lane, and a group of fig-trees just beyond it, amid which she crouched. The shock, the loneliness, the pang of the boys" brutality, had brought a sob into her throat. Why had her companions left her?--it was not kind!--till they were sure that the people coming were their expected guests. Her cheek seemed to be merely grazed, but her wrist was deeply cut. She wrapped her handkerchief tightly round it, but it soon began to drip again upon her pretty dress. Then she tore off some of the large young fig-leaves beside her, not knowing what else to do, and held them to it.

A few minutes later, Manisty and Eleanor descended the same path in haste.

They had found the ascent longer and more intricate than even he had expected, and had lost count of time in a conversation beside Egeria"s spring--a conversation that brought them back to Lucy changed beings, in a changed relation. What was the meaning of Manisty"s moody, embarra.s.sed look? and of that white and smiling composure that made a still frailer ghost of Eleanor than before?

"Did you hear that call?" said Manisty, stopping.

It was repeated, and they both recognised Lucy Foster"s voice, coming from somewhere close to them on the richly grown hillside. Manisty exclaimed, ran on--paused--listened again--shouted--and there, beside the path, propping herself against the stones of the wall, was a white and tremulous girl holding a swathed arm stiffly in front of her so that the blood dripping from it should not fall upon her dress.

Manisty came up to her in utter consternation. "What has happened? How are you here? Where are the others?"

She answered dizzily, then said, faintly trying to smile, "If you could provide me with--something to tie round it?"

"Eleanor!" Manisty"s voice rang up the path. Then he searched his own pockets in despair--remembering that he had wrapped his handkerchief round Eleanor"s precious terracottas just before they started, that the little parcel was on the top of the basket he had given to Miss Foster, and that both were probably waiting with the tea-things below.

Eleanor came up.

"Why did we leave her?" cried Manisty, turning vehemently upon his cousin--"That was _not_ Reggie and his party! What a horrible mistake!

She has been attacked by some of these peasant brutes. Just look at this bleeding!"

Something in his voice roused a generous discomfort in Lucy even through her faintness.

"It is nothing," she said. "How could you help it? It is so silly!--I am so strong--and yet any cut, or p.r.i.c.k even, makes me feel faint. If only we could make it stop--I should be all right."

Eleanor stooped and looked at the wound, so far as the light would serve, touching the wrist with her ice-cold fingers. Manisty watched her anxiously. He valued her skill in nursing matters.

"It will soon stop," she said. "We must bind it tightly."

And with a spare handkerchief, and the long muslin scarf from her own neck, she presently made as good a bandage as was possible.

"My poor frock!" said Lucy, half laughing, half miserable,--"what will Benson say to me?"

Mrs. Burgoyne did not seem to hear.

"We must have a sling," she was saying to herself, and she took off the light silk shawl she wore round her own shoulders.

"Oh no! Don"t, please!" said Lucy. "It has grown so cold."

And then they both perceived that she was trembling from head to foot.

"Good Heavens!" cried Manisty, looking at something on his own arm. "And I carried off her cloak! There it"s been all the time! What a pretty sort of care to take of you!"

Eleanor meanwhile was turning her shawl into a sling in spite of Lucy"s remonstrances. Manisty made none.

When the arm was safely supported, Lucy pulled herself together with a great effort of will, and declared that she could now walk quite well.

"But all that way round the lake to Genzano!"--said Manisty; "or up that steep hill to Nemi? Eleanor! how can she possibly manage it?"

"Let her try," said Eleanor quietly. "It is the best. Now let her take your arm."

Lucy looked up at Mrs. Burgoyne, smiling tremulously. "Thank you!--thank you! What a trouble I am!"

She put out her free hand, but Mrs. Burgoyne seemed to have moved away. It was taken by Manisty, who drew it within his arm.

They descended slowly, and just as they were emerging from the heavy shadow of the lane into the mingled sunset and moonlight of the open "Giardino, sounds reached them that made them pause in astonishment.

"Reggie!" said Manisty--"and Neal! Listen! Good gracious!--there they are!"

And sure enough, there in the dim light behind the farm-building, gathered in a group round the tea-baskets, laughing, and talking eagerly with each other, or with Aristodemo, was the whole lost party--the two ladies and the two men. And beside the group, held by another peasant, was a white horse with a side-saddle.

Manisty called. The new-comers turned, looked, then shouted exultant.

"Well!"--said Reggie, throwing up his arms at sight of Manisty, and skimming over the strawberry furrows towards them. "Of all the muddles!

I give you this blessed country. I"ll never say a word for it again.

Everything on this beastly line altered for May--no notice to anybody!--all the old trains printed as usual, and a wretched flyleaf tucked in somewhere that n.o.body saw or was likely to see. Station full of people for the 2.45.

Train taken off--nothing till 4.45. Never saw such a confusion!--and the _Capo-stazione_ as rude as he could be. I _say_!--what"s the matter?"

He drew up sharp in front of them.

"We"ll tell you presently, my dear fellow," said Manisty peremptorily.

"But now just help us to get Miss Foster home. What a mercy you thought of bringing a horse!"

"Why!--I brought it for--for Mrs. Burgoyne," said the young man, astonished, looking round for his cousin. "We found the carriage waiting at the Sforza Cesarini gate, and the man told us you were an hour behind your time. So I thought Eleanor would be dead-tired, and I went to that man--you remember?--we got a horse from before--"

But Manisty had hurried Lucy on without listening to a word; and she herself was now too dizzy with fatigue and loss of blood to grasp what was being said around her.

Reggie fell back in despair on Mrs. Burgoyne.

"Eleanor!--what have you been doing to yourselves! What a nightmare of an afternoon! How on earth are you going to walk back all this way? What"s wrong with Miss Foster?"

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