"Things are changing, Halcyone," he had said, with the whimsical raising of his left penthouse brow. "Perhaps you will not want to learn Greek much longer with your crabbed old Cheiron in his cave."
And she had flung her arms round his neck and buried her face in his silver beard, and a.s.sured him she would always want to learn--all her life. But now she felt a twinge of sadness--she would indeed miss him, her dear old master, and he, too, would be lonely without her. Then she fought with herself. Feelings of depression were never permitted to stay for a moment, and she looked away into the trees for comfort--but only a deathly stillness and a sullen roll of distant thunder answered, and left her uncomforted.
And then some force stronger than her will seemed to drive her back to the house, and to the long gallery, and just at the very moment when she had pa.s.sed beyond her lover"s sight it was as if something chased her, so that she ran the last few yards, and paused not until she stood in front of Aphrodite"s shrine.
It would be difficult to carry the marble head with the other few things she proposed to take, but none the less was the necessity imperative.
She could not be married without the presence of her beloved mother to bless her.
As she lifted her G.o.ddess out, with her silken wrappings, the first flash of the nearing storm lit up the dark room with lurid flame.
Halcyone shivered. It was the one aspect of Nature with which she was out of harmony. When thunder rolled and lightning quivered, her vitality seemed to desert her and she experienced what in her came nearest to fear.
"Ah! someone has angered G.o.d greatly," she whispered aloud; and then she carried the head to the secret door, knowing full well she would be unwatched in her entry there--on such a day, with thunder pealing, not a servant would have ventured into the long gallery.
Another and louder rumble reached her with m.u.f.fled sound, as she made her way in the dark underground, and as she came to the place where there was the contrived gleam of light and outer air, the lightning turned the narrow s.p.a.ce into a green dusk.
Halcyone was trembling all over, and when she had put her precious bundle safely into the bag with the rest of her simple preparations, she laid it on the iron-bound box which had never been stirred, all ready for her to lift up and take with her in the morning. Then she ran back, cold and pale, and hastily sought Priscilla in her own room, and talked long to her of old days, glad indeed to hear a human voice, until presently the rain began to pour in torrents and the storm cried itself out.
But with each crash before this came her heart gave a bound, as if in pain. And a wild longing grew in her for the morrow and safety in her lover"s arms.
And he--alas! that hapless lover!--was lying there in the haw-haw, with broken ankle and damaged head, half recovering consciousness in the pouring rain, but unable to stir or climb from his low bed, or even to cry aloud enough to make anyone hear him. And so at last the night came, and the pure moonlight, and when her usual evening duties were over with her aunts, Halcyone was free to go to bed.
She opened her window wide, but she did not seek to wander in the wet park. John would not be there, and she must rest, so as to be fair for him when tomorrow they should start on life"s sweet journey--together.
But her heart was not quiet. All her prayers and pure thoughts seemed to bring no peace, and even when, after a while, she fell into a sleep, it was still troubled.
And thus the day dawned that was to have seen her wedding!
She told herself that the dull, sullen oppression she awoke with was the result of the storm in the night, and with firm determination she banished all she could of heaviness, and got through her usual avocations until the moment came for her to start for the oak avenue gate. She timed her arrival to be exactly at ten o"clock so that she need not wait, as this of the three outlets was the one where there might be a less remote chance of a pa.s.ser-by. They had had to choose it because it was on the road to Bristol.
The sun was shining gorgeously again when she emerged from the secret door, carrying her heavy bundle, and except in the renewed freshness of all the green there seemed no trace of the storm. Yes--as she got near the gate she saw that one huge tree beyond that old friend who had played the part of the holder of the Golden Fleece was stricken and cleft through by the lightning. It had fallen in helpless fashion, blackened and yawning, its proud head in the dust.
This grieved her deeply, and she paused to pa.s.s a tender hand over the gaping wound. Then she went on to the gate, and there waited--waited first in calm belief, then in expectancy, and at last in a numb agony.
The sun seemed to scorch her, the light hurt her eyes, every sound made her tremble and start forward, and at last she cried aloud:
"O G.o.d, why do I feel so troubled? I who have always had peace in my heart!"
But no bird even answered her. There was a warm stillness, and just there, under these trees, there were no rabbits which could have comforted her with their living forms scuttling to and fro.
She tried to reason calmly. Motors were uncertain things--this one might have broken down, and that had delayed her lover. She must not stir, in case he should come and think his lateness had frightened her and that she had gone back to the house. Whatever befell, she must be brave and true.
But at last, when the afternoon shadows were lengthening, the agony became intense. Only the baker had pa.s.sed with his cart, and a farm wagon or two, during the whole day. Gradually the conviction grew that it could not only be an accident to the motor--if so, John would have procured some other vehicle, or, indeed, he could have come to her on foot by now. Something had befallen him. There must have occurred some accident to himself; and in spite of all her calm fort.i.tude, anguish clutched her soul.
She knew not what to do or which way to go. At last, as the sun began to sink, faint and weary, she decided the orchard house would be the best place. There, if there was any news of an accident, Sarah Porrit, the Professor"s one female servant, would have heard it.
She started straight across the park, carrying her heavy bag, and crossed the beech avenue, and so on to the trysting tree. A cold feeling like some extra disquietude seemed to overcome her as she neared the haw-haw and the copse. It was as if she feared and yet longed to get there. But she resisted the temptation, and went straight on to the little gate and so up the garden to the house.
Mrs. Porrit received her with her usual kindly greeting. All was calm and peaceful, and while Halcyone controlled herself to talk in an ordinary voice, the postman"s knock was heard. He pa.s.sed the Professor"s door on the road to Applewood and left the evening mail, when there chanced to be any.
Mrs. Porrit received the letters--three of them--and then she adjusted her spectacles, but took them off again.
"After all, since you are here, miss, perhaps as you write better than I you will be so good as to redirect them on to the master. You know his address, as usual." And she named an old-fashioned hotel in Jermyn Street.
Halcyone took them in her cold, trembling fingers, and then nearly dropped them on the floor, for the top envelope was addressed in the handwriting of her beloved! She knew it well. Had she not, during the past years, often seen such missives, from which the Professor had read her sc.r.a.ps of news?
She carried it to the light and scrutinized the postmark. It was "London," and posted that very morning early!
For a moment all was a blank, and she found herself grasping the back of Cheiron"s big chair to prevent herself from falling.
John had been in London at the moment when she was waiting by the tree!
What mystery was here?
At first the feeling was one of pa.s.sionate relief. There had been no accident, then; he had been obliged to go--there would be some explanation forthcoming. Perhaps he had even written to her, too--and she gave a bound forward, as though to run back to La Sarthe Chase. But then she recollected the evening postman did not come to the house, and they got no letters as Cheiron did, who was on the road. Hers could not be there until the morning--she must wait patiently and see.
With consummate self-control she made her voice sound natural as she said, "Oh, I am so late, Mrs. Porrit. I must go," and, bidding the woman a gracious good evening, walked rapidly to the house. A telegram might have come for her, and she had been out all day. What if her aunts had opened it!
This thought made her quicken her pace so that at last she arrived at the terrace breathless with running; and having deposited her bag in safety, she came out again from the secret pa.s.sage and got hastily to the house.
But there was no sign of a telegram in the hall, and she mounted to find Priscilla in her room, which she discovered to be in great disorder, her few clothes lying about on every available s.p.a.ce.
"Oh, my lamb, where have you been?" the elderly woman exclaimed. "At four o"clock who should come in a fly from the Applewood station but your step-father"s wife! She was staying at Upminster, and says she thought she would come over and see you--and now it"s settled that we go back with her to London to-morrow. Think of it, my lamb! You and me to see the world!" Then she cried in fear: "My precious, what is it?"
For Halcyone, overwrought and overcome, had staggered to a chair and, falling into it, had buried her face in her hands.
CHAPTER XXI
Mrs. James Anderton was seated in the Italian parlor with the two ancient hostesses when Halcyone at last came into their midst. They had evidently exhausted all possible topics of conversation and were extremely glad of an interruption.
Miss La Sarthe had been growing more and more annoyed at her great-niece"s lengthy absence, while Miss Roberta felt so nervous she would like to have sniffed at her vinaigrette, but, alas! the stern eye of her sister was upon her and she dared not.
Mrs. James Anderton--good, worthy woman--had not pa.s.sed an agreeable afternoon either. She felt herself hopelessly out of tune with the two old ladies, whose exquisitely reserved polished manners disconcerted her.
She had been made to feel--most delicately, it is true, but still unmistakably--that she had committed a breach of taste in thus descending upon La Sarthe Chase unannounced. And instead of the sensation of complacent importance which she usually enjoyed when among her own friends and acquaintances, she was experiencing a depressed sense of being a very small personage indeed.
Her highly colored comely face was very hot and flushed and she rather restlessly played with her parasol handle. Miss La Sarthe"s voice grew a little acid as she said:
"This is our great-niece, Halcyone La Sarthe, Mrs. Anderton"--and then--"It is unfortunate that you should have been so long absent, child."
"I am very sorry," Halcyone returned gently, and she shook hands. She made no excuse or explanation.
Mrs. Anderton plunged into important matters at once.
"Your father, Mr. Anderton"--how that word "father" jarred upon Halcyone"s sensitive ears!--"wished me to come and see you, dear, and hopes you will return with me to-morrow to London, for a little visit to us, that you may make the acquaintance of your brother and sisters."