Curious, how sorry he felt at this announcement! He had become quite accustomed to being a conspirator with her in the vast house lighted by a single candle, and he did not relish the end of the performance.
"I"ll step along wi" ye," said he.
"Oh, no!" she said. "I really can"t allow--"
"Allow what?"
"Allow you to inconvenience yourself like that for me."
"Pooh!" said he.
And he, who had never in his life seen a lady to her door, set out on the business as though he had done nothing else every night of his life, as though it was an enterprise that did not require practice.
He opened the door, and put the candle on the floor behind it, where he could easily find it on returning. "I"ll get a box o" matches from somewhere while I"m out," said he.
He was about to extinguish the candle when she stopped him. "Mr.
Ollerenshaw," she said, firmly, "you haven"t got your boots on. Those slippers are not thick enough for this weather."
He gazed at her. Should he yield to her? The idea of yielding to her, for the mere sake of yielding to her, presented itself to him as a charming idea. So he disappeared with the candle, and reappeared in his boots.
"You won"t need a m.u.f.fler?" she suggested.
Now was the moment to play the hardy Norseman. "Oh, no!" he laughed.
This concern for his welfare, coming from such a royal creature, was, however, immensely agreeable.
She stood out on the steps; he extinguished the candle, and then joined her and banged the door. They started. Several hundred yards of winding pitch-dark drive had to be traversed.
"Will you kindly give me your arm?" she said.
She said it so primly, so correctly, and with such detachment, that they might have been in church, and she saying: "Will you kindly let me look over your Prayer Book?"
When they arrived at the gas-lit Oldcastle-road he wanted to withdraw his arm, but he did not know how to begin withdrawing it. Hence he was obliged to leave it where it was.
And as they were approaching the front gate of the residence of Mr.
Buchanan, the Scotch editor of the _Signal_, a perfect string of people emerged from that front gate. Mrs. Buchanan had been giving a whist drive. There were sundry Swetnams among the string. And the whole string was merry and talkative. It was a fine night. The leading pearls of the string bore down on the middle-aged pair, and peered, and pa.s.sed.
"Good-night, Mrs. Prockter. Good-night, Mr. Ollerenshaw."
Then another couple did the same. "Good-night, Mrs. Prockter.
Good-night, Mr. Ollerenshaw."
And so it went on. And the string, laughing and talking, gradually disappeared diminuendo in the distance towards Bursley.
"I suppose you know you"ve done it this time?" observed Mrs. Prockter.
It was a dark saying, but James fully understood it. He felt as though he had drunk champagne. "As well be hung for a sheep as a lamb!" he said to himself. And deliberately squeezed the royal arm.
Nothing violent happened. He had rather expected the heavens to fall, or that at least Mrs. Prockter would exclaim: "Unhand me, monster!" But nothing violent happened.
"And this is me, James Ollerenshaw!" he said to himself, still squeezing.
CHAPTER XXV
GIRLISH CONFIDENCES
One afternoon Sarah Swetnam called, and Helen in person opened the great door to the visitor.
"I saw that frock in Brunt"s three days ago," Helen began, kissing the tall, tightbound, large-boned woman.
"I know you did, Nell," Sarah admitted. "But you needn"t tell me so.
Don"t you like it?"
"I think it"s a dream," Helen replied, quickly. "Turn round." But there was a certain lack of conviction in her voice, and in Sarah"s manner there was something strained. Accordingly, they both became extravagantly effusive--or, at any rate, more effusive than usual, though each was well aware that the artifice was entirely futile.
"All alone?" Sarah asked, when she had recovered from the first shock of the hall"s magnificence.
"Yes," said Helen. "It"s Georgiana"s afternoon out, and uncle"s away, and I haven"t got any new servants yet."
"Mr. Ollerenshaw away! No one ever heard of such a thing! If you knew him as well as we do, you"d have fainted with surprise. It ought to be in the paper. Where"s he gone to?"
"He"s gone to Derby, to try to buy some property that he says is going very cheap there. He"s been gone three days now. He got a letter at breakfast, and said he must go to Derby at once. However, he had to finish his rents. The trouble is that his rents never are finished, and I"m bothered all the time by people coming with three and sixpence, or four shillings, and a dirty rent-book! Oh! and the dirt on the coins! My dear, you can"t imagine! There"s one good thing. He will have to come back for next week"s rents. Not that I"m sorry he"s gone. It gives me a chance, you see. By the time he returns I shall have my servants in."
"Do tell me what servants you"re going to have?"
"Well, I went to that agency at Oldcastle. I"ve got a German butler. He speaks four languages, and has beautiful eyes."
"A German butler!"
If it had been a German prince Sarah could not have been more startled nor more delighted.
"Yes, and a cook, and two other maids; and a gardener and a boy. I shall keep Georgiana as my own maid."
"My child, you"re going it!"
"My child, I came here to go it."
"And--and Mr. Ollerenshaw is really pleased?"
Helen laughed. "Uncle never goes into raptures, you know. But I hope he will be pleased. The fact is, he doesn"t know anything about these new servants yet. He"ll find them installed when he returns. It will be a little treat for him. My piano came this morning. Care to try it?"
"Rather!" said Sarah. "Well, I never saw anything like it!" This was in reference to her first glimpse of the great drawing-room. "How you"ve improved it, you dear thing!"
"You see, I have my own cheque-book; it saves worry."