"I always lock myself in," said Sir Jekyl, observing his guest"s eye rest for a moment on the key, on which his own finger rested, "and I can"t think why the plague I do," he added, laughing, "except that my father did so before me."
"It makes your pleasant room more a hermitage, and you more of a recluse," said Monsieur Varbarriere.
"It is very well to be a recluse at pleasure, and take monastic vows of five hours" duration, and shut yourself up from the world, with the key of the world, nevertheless, in your pocket," said Sir Jekyl.
Monsieur Varbarriere laughed, and somehow lingered, as if he expected more.
"You don"t mean that you a.s.sert your liberty at capricious hours, and affright your guests in the character of a ghost?" said Monsieur Varbarriere, jocosely.
Sir Jekyl laughed.
"No," said he, "on the contrary, I make myself more of a prisoner than you imagine. My man sleeps in the little room in which you now stand, and draws his little camp-bed across the door. I can"t tell you the least why I do this, only it was my father"s custom also, and I fancy my throat would be cut if my guard did not lie across the threshold. The world is a mad tree, and we are branches, says the Italian proverb.
Good-night, Monsieur Varbarriere."
"Good-night," said the guest, with a bow and a smile; and both, with a little laugh, shook hands and parted.
Monsieur Varbarriere was a tolerably early riser, and next morning was walking in the cheering morning sun, under the leaves of the evergreens, glittering with dew. A broad walk, wide enough for a pony-carriage, sweeps along a gentle wooded elevation, commanding a wide prospect of that rich country.
He leaned on the low parapet, and with his pocket field-gla.s.s lazily swept the broad landscape beneath. Lowering his telescope, he stood erect, and looked about him, when, to his surprise, for he did not think that either was an early riser, he saw Sir Jekyl Marlowe and Lady Jane Lennox walking side by side, and approaching.
Monsieur Varbarriere was blessed with very long and clear sight, for his time of life. There was something in the gait of these two persons, and in the slight gesture that accompanied their conversation, as they approached, which struck M. Varbarriere as indicating excitement, though of different kinds.
In the pace of the lady, who carried her head high, with a slight wave sometimes to this side, sometimes to that, was as much of what we term swagger as is compatible with feminine grace. Sometimes a sudden halt, for a moment, and a "left face" movement on her companion. Sir Jekyl, on the other hand, bore himself, he thought, like a gentleman a good deal annoyed and irritated.
All this struck M. Varbarriere in a very few seconds, during which, uncertain whether he ought to come forward or not, he hesitated where he stood.
It was plain, however, that he was quite un.o.bserved standing in a recess of the evergreens; so he leaned once more upon the parapet, and applied his gla.s.s to his eye.
Now he was right in his conjecture. This had been a very stormy walk, though the cool grey light of morning is not the season for exciting demonstrations. We will take them up in the midst of their conversation, a little before Monsieur Varbarriere saw them--just as Sir Jekyl said with a slight sneer--
"Oh, of course, it was very kind."
"More, it"s _princely_, sir," cried Lady Jane.
"Well, princely--very princely--only, pray, dear Jane, do not talk so very loud; you can"t possibly wish the keepers and milkmaids to hear every word you say."
"I don"t care, Jekyl. I think you have made me mad."
"You _are_ a bit mad, Jane, but it is not I who made you so."
"Yes, Jekyl, you"ve made me mad--you have made me a fiend; but, bad as I am, I can never face that good man more."
"Now don"t--now don"t. What _can_ be the matter with you?" urged Sir Jekyl in a low tone.
"This, sir--I"ll see him no more--you must. You _shall_ take me away."
"Now, now, now--_come_! Are you talking like a sane person, Jane? What the devil can have come over you about these trumpery diamonds?"
"You shan"t talk that way."
"Come! I venture to say they are nothing like as valuable as you fancy, and whatever they are, Lennox got them a devilish good bargain, rely on it. He knows perfectly well what he"s about. Everyone knows how rich he is, and the wife of a fellow like that ought to have jewels; people would talk--I give you my honour they would, if you had not; and then he is in town, with nothing to keep him there--no business, I mean--an old military man, and he wants to keep you in good-humour."
"It"s a lie. I know what you mean."
"Upon my soul, it"s fact," he laughed, looking very pale. "Surely you don"t mistake an old East Indian general for a Joseph!"
"Talk any way but that, you wretch! I know him. It"s no use--he"s the soul of honour. Oh Jekyl, Jekyl! why did not you marry me when you might, and save me from all this?"
"Now, Janet, _is_ this reasonable--you know you never thought of it--you know it would not have done--would you have liked Beatrix? Besides, you have really done better--a great _deal_ better--he"s not so old as he looks--I dare say not much older than I--and a devilish deal richer, and--a--what the devil you want, for the life of me, I can"t see."
It was about at this point in their conversation that, on a sudden, they came upon Monsieur Varbarriere, looking through his field-gla.s.s. Lady Jane moved to turn short about, but Sir Jekyl pressed his arm on hers impatiently, and kept her straight.
CHAPTER x.x.xIII.
Lady Jane and Beatrix play at Croquet.
"Good morning, Monsieur Varbarriere," cried the Baronet, who divined truly that the fattish elderly gentleman with the bronzed features, and in the furred surtout, had observed them.
"Ah!" cried Monsieur Varbarriere, turning toward them genially, his oddly shaped felt hat in one hand, and his field-gla.s.s still extended in the other. "What a charming morning! I have been availing myself of the clear sunlight to study this splendid prospect, partly as a picture, partly as a map."
Lady Jane with her right hand plucked some wild flowers from the bank, which at that side rises steeply from the walk, while the gentlemen exchanged salutations.
"I"ve just been pointing out some of our famous places to Lady Jane Lennox. A little higher up the walk the view is much more commanding.
What do you say to a walk here after breakfast? There"s a capital gla.s.s in the hall, much more powerful than that can be. Suppose we come by-and-by?"
"You are very good--I am so obliged--my curiosity has been so very much piqued by all I have seen."
Monsieur Varbarriere was speaking, as usual, his familiar French, and pointed with his telescope toward a peculiarly shaped remote hillock.
"I have just been conjecturing could that be that Gryston which we pa.s.sed by on our way to Marlowe."
"Perfectly right, by Jove! what an eye for locality you must have!"
"Have I? Well, sometimes, perhaps," said the foreign gentleman, laughing.
"The eye of a general. Yes, you are quite right--it is Gryston."
Now Sir Jekyl was frank and hearty in his talk; but there was an air--a something which would have excited the observation of Monsieur Varbarriere, even had he remarked nothing peculiar in the bearing of his host and his companion as they approached. There was a semi-abstraction, a covert scrutiny of that gentleman"s countenance, and a certain sense of uneasiness.
Some more pa.s.sed--enough to show that there was nothing in the slightest degree awkward to the two pedestrians in having so unexpectedly fallen into an ambuscade while on their route--and then Sir Jekyl, with a word of apology to Lady Jane, resumed his walk with her towards the pleasure-grounds near the house.
That day Lady Jane played croquet with Beatrix, while Sir Jekyl demonstrated half the country, from the high grounds, to Monsieur Varbarriere.
The croquet-ground is pretty--flowerbeds lie round it, and a "rockery,"
as they called it, covered with clambering flowers and plants, and backed by a thick grove of shrubs and evergreens, fenced it in to the north.