As she pa.s.sed through the Window dressing-room her heart sank. She knew, as we are aware, a good deal about that green chamber, more than she had fancied Lady Jane suspected. She blamed herself for not having talked frankly of it last night. But Lady Jane"s _eclat_ of pa.s.sion at one period of their interview had checked her upon any such theme; and after all, what could the green chamber have to do with it? Had not the General arrived express very late last night? It was some London story that sent him down from town in that hurry, and Sir Jekyl laid up in gout too. Some o" them jealous stories, and a quarrel over it. It will sure be made up again--ay, ay.
And so thinking, she knocked, and receiving no answer, she opened the door and peeped in. There was but a narrow strip of one shutter open.
"Miss Jennie, dear," she called. Still no answer. "Miss Jennie, darling." No answer still. She understood those sulky taciturnities well, in which feminine tempest sometimes subsides, and was not at all uneasy. On the floor, near the foot of the bed, lay the General"s felt hat and travelling coat. Standing, there, she drew the curtain and saw Lady Jane, her face buried in the pillow, and her long hair lying wildly on the coverlet and hanging over the bedside.
"Miss Jennie, dear--Miss Jennie, darling; it"s me--old Donnie, miss.
Won"t you speak to me?"
Still no answer, and Donica went round, beginning to feel uneasy, to the side where she lay.
CHAPTER x.x.xI.
Lady Jane"s Toilet.
"Miss Jennie, _darling_, it"s _me_," she repeated, and placed her fingers on the young lady"s shoulder. It was with an odd sense of relief she saw the young lady turn her face away.
"Miss Jennie, dear; it"s me--old Donnie--don"t you know me?" cried Donica once more. "Miss, dear, my lady, what"s the matter you should take on so?--only a few wry words--it will all be made up, dear."
"Who told you--who says it will be made up?" said Lady Jane, raising her head slowly, very pale, and, it seemed to old Gwynn, grown so thin in that one night. "Don"t mind--it will _never_ be made up--no, Donnie, never; it oughtn"t. Is my--is General Lennox in the house?"
"Gone down to the town, miss, I"m told, in a bit of a tantrum--going off to Lunnon. It"s the way wi" them all--off at a word; and then cools, and back again same as ever."
Lady Jane"s fingers were picking at the bedclothes, and her features were sunk and peaked as those of a fever-stricken girl.
"The door is shut to--outer darkness. I asked your G.o.d for mercy last night, and see what he has done for me!"
"Come, Miss Jennie, dear, you"ll be happy yet. Will ye come with me to Wardlock?"
"That I will, Donnie," she answered, with a sad alacrity, like a child"s.
"I"ll be going, then, in half an hour, and you"ll come with me."
Lady Jane"s tired wild eyes glanced on the gleam of light in the half-open shutter with the wavering despair of a captive.
"I wish we were there. I wish we were--you and I, Donnie--just you and I."
"Well, then, what"s to hinder? My missus sends her love by me, to ask you to go there, till things be smooth again "twixt you and your old man, which it won"t be long, Miss Jennie, dear."
"I"ll go," said Lady Jane, gliding out of her bed toward the toilet, fluttering along in her bare feet and night-dress. "Donnie, I"ll go."
"That water"s cold, miss; shall I fetch hot?"
"Don"t mind--no; very nice. Oh, Donnie, Donnie, Donnie! my heart, my heart! what is it?"
"Nothink, my dear--nothink, darlin"."
"I wish it was dark again."
"Time enough, miss."
"That great sun shining! They"ll all be staring. Well, _let_ them."
"Won"t you get your things on, darling? I"ll dress you. You"ll take cold."
"Oh, Donnie! I wish I could cry. My head! I don"t know what it is. If I could cry I think I should be better. I must see him, Donnie."
"But he"s gone away, miss."
"_Gone!_ _Is_ he?"
"Ay, sure I told ye so, dear, only this minute. To Lunnon, I hear say."
"Oh! yes, I forgot; yes, I"ll dress. Let us make haste. I wish I knew.
Oh! Donnie, Donnie! oh! my heart, Donnie, Donnie--my heart"s breaking."
"There, miss, dear, don"t take on so; you"ll be better when we gets into the air, you will. What will ye put on?--here"s a purple mornin" silk."
"Yes; very nice. Thank you. Oh! Donnie, I wish we were away."
"So we shall, miss, presently, please G.o.d. Them"s precious bad pins--Binney and Clew--bends like lead; _there"s_ two on "em. Thompson"s mixed shillin" boxes--them"s the best. Miss Trixie allays has "em. Your hair"s beautiful, miss, allays was; but dearie me! what a lot you"ve got! and so beautiful fine! I take it in handfuls--floss silk--and the weight of it! Beautiful hair, miss. Dearie me, what some "id give for that!"
Thus old Gwynn ran on; but fixed, pale, and wild was the face which would once have kindled in the conscious pride of beauty at the honest admiration of old Donnie, who did not rise into raptures for everyone and on all themes, and whose eulogy was therefore valuable.
"I see, Donnie--nothing bad has happened?" said Lady Jane, with a scared glance at her face.
"Bad? Nonsense! I told you, Miss Jennie, "twould all be made up, and so it will, please G.o.d, miss."
But Lady Jane seemed in no wise cheered by her promises, and after a silence of some minutes, she asked suddenly, with the same painful look--
"Donnie, tell me the truth, for G.o.d"s sake; how is he?"
Donica looked at her with dark inquiry.
"The General is gone, you know, ma"am."
"_Stop_--you _know_," cried Lady Jane, seizing her fiercely by the arm, with a wild fixed stare in her face.
"Who?" said Donica.
"Not he. I mean--"
"Who?" repeated Gwynn.
"How is Sir Jekyl?"