"I thought I would come for you myself," she said. "I brought a cart which I am driving. Now if you will pick out your boxes we"ll get a porter to put them in the trap for you."
"My boxes," Alice laughed. "Behold my humble belongings. I have come down here with one dress-basket which contains all the finery I have. I hope you haven"t many dinner parties and that kind of thing, for, positively, I have only one evening dress, and I am afraid that that is hopelessly out of date. Still, if you have any special functions, it will be easy to plead a convenient headache."
May laughed as she took up the reins.
"Calm yourself," she said. "I a.s.sure you there will be nothing of that sort. We have dropped out of gaieties. For one thing, most of our old friends have left the neighbourhood, and my father doesn"t care for new people. We three will probably dine alone every night of your stay, and we can ride and drive, and I can give you a day or two with the hounds if you like."
Alice Carden protested sincerely that she wanted nothing better. It was pleasant to find herself once more driving down the country roads behind a good horse. It was like old times when she came to Haredale Park and surveyed the room which had been appropriated to her use. It was exactly as her father had described. Here was the old oak, the long rambling pa.s.sages, the china and pictures and ancient furniture, all in the setting where they had been fixed the best part of two centuries ago.
Here was the open landscape in front of the mullioned windows. Here were the woods and fields and lawns, and in the distance the stables where Sir George Haredale"s stud led its luxurious existence.
It was pleasant to sit in the dining-room before a well-appointed lunch with the fine silver on the table, the vases of flowers, and the beautiful gla.s.s. Whatever Sir George"s feelings on the subject of his daughter"s guest were, there was nothing in his manner to which the girl could take exception. He was natural, courtly and charming, as he always was, and appeared to take the keenest pleasure in Alice Carden"s arrival. So far as she could see, there was no sign of trouble, no grim shadow to forecast the ruin hanging over the house. The butler and a footman or two moved about the room. The sunshine poured through the painted windows. Altogether it was a household to be envied. Alice"s spirits rose accordingly. She meant thoroughly to enjoy herself, and when lunch was over professed herself willing to fall in with any plan May had to suggest.
"Well, let us have a ride," the latter said. "We will go over the Downs towards the sea and come back by Seton Manor. Now run away and get your habit on. I will have a horse saddled for you which is not too fresh.
You used to be a daring rider at one time, but it is as well to begin cautiously. In a day or two you shall have a hunter after your own heart."
They rode out in the keen sunshine and broke across the wide expanse of Downs, and Alice Carden gave herself up to the exquisite enjoyment of the hour. It was good to feel the elastic movement of the cob, to listen to the thud of his hoofs on the turf and catch the breeze streaming in her face. They turned presently as the sun was setting, and jogged more quietly homewards. A little later, as they came to Seton Manor, a string of horses clothed and hooded were turning into the stables. Alice pulled up.
"Who lives there?" she asked.
Some colour crept into May Haredale"s cheeks.
"Our neighbour, Mr. Copley," she explained. "He is a newcomer and a great lover of horses; he is very rich, having made a large fortune in South Africa, and I suppose this is one way of getting rid of his income. Like most beginners at the game, he has hardly any good horses, but that is probably because he hasn"t time to look after them himself."
"Is he a friend of yours?" Alice asked.
"Oh, well, he comes over to Haredale Park pretty frequently. My father has struck up a sort of intimacy with him. Between ourselves, I detest the man. He goes everywhere in virtue of his money, but he is not a gentleman, as anybody can see. I am going to tell you a secret, Alice, which you must not tell to a soul. Mr. Copley is anxious to marry me.
Needless to say, I have given him very little encouragement."
"Of course, you wouldn"t," Alice said. "You haven"t forgotten what you used to tell me at school. Don"t you remember how you confided in me about Harry Fielden, and how you used to read part of his letters? I never knew what became of him."
"No, I never told you. Well, perhaps I will to-night before we go to bed. It was a very unfortunate business altogether. There was nothing wrong about Harry. He was merely very reckless and extravagant, and got rid of his money and went abroad. He hadn"t a single penny left, and there was an end of my romance. It sounds very commonplace, but it is just as serious to me as if it were one of those pretty stories we read in books. So now Harry has nothing and I have nothing, and some day or other I shall end, I suppose, in marrying a man for the sake of a home.
But you may be certain it won"t be Mr. Raymond Copley."
"How very sad!" Alice said sympathetically. "Do you ever see Mr.
Fielden?"
"Oh, yes," May laughed unsteadily. "In fact, he is coming towards us now."
CHAPTER XXIV
A STRANGE VISITOR
Interest as well as sympathy lit up Alice Carden"s eyes. She looked with something more than curiosity at the well-set-up young man who came striding across the turf towards them. May reached over and laid an impressive hand upon her friend"s arm.
"I am not sure I meant to tell you so much," she whispered. "I spoke on the spur of the moment. Harry came back to England unexpectedly a little time ago, and I met him by accident in London. It was a bit romantic in its way, but I"ll tell you about that later. He came down here to his old home to get some of his belongings, and, to his surprise, n.o.body recognized him. I was the only person who knew him, excepting an old stud-groom who had been in the employ of the Fieldens for the last fifty years. When he found that no one knew him, he thought he might procure some congenial occupation in his own neighbourhood. It was part of the same romance that he should obtain this employment at the hands of Mr.
Copley. But, of course, he does not pa.s.s in his own name. Please to recollect that he is Mr. Field. Now, my dear, you have the whole story in a nutsh.e.l.l. It is like the plot of a novel. I am the beautiful heroine, beloved by the rich bounder, while my heart is given to the handsome penniless young man of good family who is in the villain"s employ. Don"t think me heartless because I speak so lightly of it, and don"t forget to behave as if I had not told you this story. Mr. Field is an old friend of ours, and that"s the only thing you have to remember."
Alice Carden promised to act discreetly. There was no time to say more, for Fielden was beside them, and Alice found herself bowing to him as if he were a new acquaintance.
"You have not been here before?" he asked.
"This is my first visit to Haredale," Alice said. "But I have seen you before, Mr. Field. Don"t you remember you were with my father and Sir George at Mirst Park a day or two ago? We were not introduced then."
"Oh, I have not forgotten it," Fielden laughed. "I understand you are an old friend of May"s, I mean Miss Haredale"s. Would you mind if I came over to-night after dinner?"
May flashed a glance at the speaker.
"We shall be delighted," she said. "I fancy my father told me he expected Mr. Copley, too."
Fielden said nothing for a moment or two; then it suddenly occurred to him that he had forgotten an important matter which would detain him that evening. He understood what May had hinted to him. He knew it was hardly prudent for him to be much at Haredale Park whilst Copley was in the neighbourhood. By way of turning the conversation, he suggested that the girls should dismount and inspect the stables.
"Nothing I should like better," Alice cried.
"Then come on," Fielden said eagerly. "Let me help you down. You will find the stables everything to be desired. They are modern, luxurious, and nothing appears to have been overlooked. From first to last they must have cost about twice as much as the house. We have a dozen helpers more than are necessary; indeed, things are conducted on a most lavish scale."
"And the horses?" Alice asked. "Are they----"
"Well, as to the horses, the less said about them the better. They are a pretty moderate lot. Perhaps later we may weed them out a bit. But come and see for yourself."
It was growing dusk by the time the inspection was over. Then the two girls walked back towards the archway which led into the wide stable-yard. Outside the gate two of the stable helps were engaged in an altercation with a seedy-looking tramp in an advanced state of intoxication.
"Excuse me for a moment," Fielden said, "I must see what is wrong. Now, my man, what are you doing here?"
It was easy for the girls to notice what was going on and to hear every word that was said. At the tones of authority in Fielden"s voice the tramp looked up and made a ludicrous effort to pull himself together.
Over his right eye there was a fresh cut, from which the blood was trickling. The helpers, too, showed signs of punishment, and a desire to fling out the stranger, but they dropped back as Fielden appeared.
"I came to see Mr. Copley," the tramp said.
"Mr. Copley isn"t here," Fielden said curtly. "Still, if you want him, it would be as well to ask for him in a proper manner. What do you mean by pushing yourself forward in this fashion?"
"I didn"t," the tramp said sulkily. "I never said nothing to these men till they ordered me out, and one of them shoved up against me. I don"t stand that from any one, guv"nor, and so I tell you. If you don"t believe me, try it on yourself."
Fielden was conscious that the blood was mounting into his cheeks. He returned for a moment to where the two girls were standing and walked with them into the road.
"I think you had better leave us," he said. "I must give that fellow a lesson, and this is no place for either of you."
"I hope you won"t get hurt," Alice Carden said. "It is curious, but I know that man quite well by sight. He used to be in my father"s regiment; in fact, he was his servant. He comes to our rooms in London occasionally and my father helps him with a few coppers and some clothes now and again. I am afraid it is another case of degradation caused by drink."
"It looks like it," Fielden said. "This man was probably one of the Major"s racing-touts, one of those broken-down creatures occasionally employed on more or less shady jobs. But he must be taught decent manners. I don"t think you need be afraid for me. I"ll try to come over to lunch to-morrow."
Fielden saluted the two girls and returned to the spot where the tramp was swaying about defiantly.
"Now what do you want?" he demanded once more.
"What do I want?" the fellow sneered. "Well, I want a sovereign, and I am not going till I get it. If Mr. Copley was here I could have ten sovereigns. Yes, and he would be glad to pay me, too. You think, because I have been unfortunate that I can"t get any money. You are wrong, young man, you are wrong."