"I have been very foolish," said he, "very foolish and very wrong, and very wicked."
"Very foolish, I believe, Mr. Robarts--to speak frankly and once for all; but, as I also believe, nothing worse. I thought it best for both of us that we should just have one word about it, and now I recommend that the matter be never mentioned between us again."
"G.o.d bless you, Lady Lufton," he said. "I think no man ever had such a friend as you are."
She had been very quiet during the interview, and almost subdued, not speaking with the animation that was usual to her; for this affair with Mr. Robarts was not the only one she had to complete that day, nor, perhaps, the one most difficult of completion. But she cheered up a little under the praise now bestowed on her, for it was the sort of praise she loved best. She did hope, and, perhaps, flatter herself, that she was a good friend.
"You must be good enough, then, to gratify my friendship by coming up to dinner this evening; and f.a.n.n.y, too, of course. I cannot take any excuse, for the matter is completely arranged. I have a particular reason for wishing it." These last violent injunctions had been added because Lady Lufton had seen a refusal rising in the parson"s face.
Poor Lady Lufton! Her enemies--for even she had enemies--used to declare of her, that an invitation to dinner was the only method of showing itself of which her good-humour was cognizant. But let me ask of her enemies whether it is not as good a method as any other known to be extant? Under such orders as these obedience was of course a necessity, and he promised that he, with his wife, would come across to dinner. And then, when he went away, Lady Lufton ordered her carriage.
During these doings at Framley, Lucy Robarts still remained at Hogglestock, nursing Mrs. Crawley. Nothing occurred to take her back to Framley, for the same note from f.a.n.n.y which gave her the first tidings of the arrival of the Philistines told her also of their departure--and also of the source from whence relief had reached them. "Don"t come, therefore, for that reason," said the note, "but, nevertheless, do come as quickly as you can, for the whole house is sad without you."
On the morning after the receipt of this note Lucy was sitting, as was now usual with her, beside an old arm-chair to which her patient had lately been promoted. The fever had gone, and Mrs. Crawley was slowly regaining her strength--very slowly, and with frequent caution from the Silverbridge doctor that any attempt at being well too fast might again precipitate her into an abyss of illness and domestic inefficiency.
"I really think I can get about to-morrow," said she; "and then, dear Lucy, I need not keep you longer from your home."
"You are in a great hurry to get rid of me, I think. I suppose Mr.
Crawley has been complaining again about the cream in his tea."
Mr. Crawley had on one occasion stated his a.s.sured conviction that surrept.i.tious daily supplies were being brought into the house, because he had detected the presence of cream instead of milk in his own cup. As, however, the cream had been going for sundry days before this, Miss Robarts had not thought much of his ingenuity in making the discovery.
"Ah, you do not know how he speaks of you when your back is turned."
"And how does he speak of me? I know you would not have the courage to tell me the whole."
"No, I have not; for you would think it absurd coming from one who looks like him. He says that if he were to write a poem about womanhood, he would make you the heroine."
"With a cream-jug in my hand, or else sewing b.u.t.tons on to a shirt-collar. But he never forgave me about the mutton broth. He told me, in so many words, that I was a--storyteller. And for the matter of that, my dear, so I was."
"He told me that you were an angel."
"Goodness gracious!"
"A ministering angel. And so you have been. I can almost feel it in my heart to be glad that I have been ill, seeing that I have had you for my friend."
"But you might have had that good fortune without the fever."
"No, I should not. In my married life I have made no friends till my illness brought you to me; nor should I ever really have known you but for that. How should I get to know any one?"
"You will now, Mrs. Crawley; will you not? Promise that you will.
You will come to us at Framley when you are well? You have promised already, you know."
"You made me do so when I was too weak to refuse."
"And I shall make you keep your promise too. He shall come, also, if he likes; but you shall come whether he likes or no. And I won"t hear a word about your old dresses. Old dresses will wear as well at Framley as at Hogglestock."
From all which it will appear that Mrs. Crawley and Lucy Robarts had become very intimate during this period of the nursing; as two women always will, or, at least should do, when shut up for weeks together in the same sick room.
The conversation was still going on between them when the sound of wheels was heard upon the road. It was no highway that pa.s.sed before the house, and carriages of any sort were not frequent there.
"It is f.a.n.n.y, I am sure," said Lucy, rising from her chair.
"There are two horses," said Mrs. Crawley, distinguishing the noise with the accurate sense of hearing which is always attached to sickness; "and it is not the noise of the pony-carriage."
"It is a regular carriage," said Lucy, speaking from the window, "and stopping here. It is somebody from Framley Court, for I know the servant."
As she spoke a blush came to her forehead. Might it not be Lord Lufton, she thought to herself,--forgetting at the moment that Lord Lufton did not go about the country in a close chariot with a fat footman. Intimate as she had become with Mrs. Crawley she had said nothing to her new friend on the subject of her love affair.
The carriage stopped and down came the footman, but n.o.body spoke to him from the inside.
"He has probably brought something from Framley," said Lucy, having cream and such like matters in her mind; for cream and such like matters had come from Framley Court more than once during her sojourn there. "And the carriage, probably, happened to be coming this way."
But the mystery soon elucidated itself partially, or, perhaps, became more mysterious in another way. The red-armed little girl who had been taken away by her frightened mother in the first burst of the fever had now returned to her place, and at the present moment entered the room, with awestruck face, declaring that Miss Robarts was to go at once to the big lady in the carriage.
"I suppose it"s Lady Lufton," said Mrs. Crawley.
Lucy"s heart was so absolutely in her mouth that any kind of speech was at the moment impossible to her. Why should Lady Lufton have come thither to Hogglestock, and why should she want to see her, Lucy Robarts, in the carriage? Had not everything between them been settled? And yet--! Lucy, in the moment for thought that was allowed to her, could not determine what might be the probable upshot of such an interview. Her chief feeling was a desire to postpone it for the present instant. But the red-armed little girl would not allow that.
"You are to come at once," said she.
And then Lucy, without having spoken a word, got up and left the room. She walked downstairs, along the little pa.s.sage, and out through the small garden, with firm steps, but hardly knowing whither she went, or why. Her presence of mind and self-possession had all deserted her. She knew that she was unable to speak as she should do; she felt that she would have to regret her present behaviour, but yet she could not help herself. Why should Lady Lufton have come to her there? She went on, and the big footman stood with the carriage door open. She stepped up almost unconsciously, and, without knowing how she got there, she found herself seated by Lady Lufton.
To tell the truth her ladyship also was a little at a loss to know how she was to carry through her present plan of operations. The duty of beginning, however, was clearly with her, and therefore, having taken Lucy by the hand, she spoke.
"Miss Robarts," she said, "my son has come home. I don"t know whether you are aware of it."
She spoke with a low, gentle voice, not quite like herself, but Lucy was much too confused to notice this.
"I was not aware of it," said Lucy.
She had, however, been so informed in f.a.n.n.y"s letter, but all that had gone out of her head.
"Yes; he has come back. He has been in Norway, you know,--fishing."
"Yes," said Lucy.
"I am sure you will remember all that took place when you came to me, not long ago, in my little room upstairs at Framley Court."
In answer to which, Lucy, quivering in every nerve, and wrongly thinking that she was visibly shaking in every limb, timidly answered that she did remember. Why was it that she had then been so bold, and now was so poor a coward?
"Well, my dear, all that I said to you then I said to you thinking that it was for the best. You, at any rate, will not be angry with me for loving my own son better than I love any one else."
"Oh, no," said Lucy.
"He is the best of sons, and the best of men, and I am sure that he will be the best of husbands."
Lucy had an idea, by instinct, however, rather than by sight, that Lady Lufton"s eyes were full of tears as she spoke. As for herself she was altogether blinded and did not dare to lift her face or to turn her head. As for the utterance of any sound, that was quite out of the question.
"And now I have come here, Lucy, to ask you to be his wife."