Oh, no, no; that was quite impossible. If this man was guilty, his crime had been deliberately planned, and executed with such a diabolical cunning, that he had been able so far to escape detection. In his own house, surrounded by prying servants, he would never dare to a.s.sail this girl by so much as a harsh word.
But, notwithstanding this, Clement was determined to wait no longer. He would go to the Abbey at once, and ascertain the cause of Margaret"s delay. He rang the bell, went into the park, and ran along the avenue to the perch. Lights were shining in Mr. Dunbar"s windows, but the great hall-door was closely shut.
The languid footman came in answer to Clement"s summons.
"There is a young lady here," Clement said, breathlessly; "a young lady--with Mr. Dunbar."
"Ho! is that hall?" asked the footman, satirically. "I thought Shorncliffe town-"all was a-fire, at the very least, from the way you rung. There _was_ a young pusson with Mr. Dunbar above a hour ago, if _that"s_ what you mean?"
"Above an hour ago?" cried Clement Austin, heedless of the man"s impertinence in his own growing anxiety; "do you mean to say that the young lady has left?"
"She _have_ left, above a hour ago."
"She went away from this house an hour ago?"
"More than a hour ago."
"Impossible!" Clement said; "impossible!"
"It may be so," answered the footman, who was of an ironical turn of mind; "but I let her out with my own hands, and I saw her go out with my own eyes, notwithstanding."
The man shut the door before Clement had recovered from his surprise, and left him standing in the porch; bewildered, though he scarcely knew why; frightened, though he scarcely knew what he feared.
CHAPTER x.x.xIII.
MARGARET"S RETURN.
For some minutes Clement Austin lingered in the porch at Maudesley Abbey, utterly at a loss as to what he should do next.
Margaret had left the Abbey an hour ago, according to the footman"s statement; but, in that case, where had she gone? Clement had been walking up and down the road before the iron gates of the park, and they had not been opened once during the hours in which he had waited outside them. Margaret could not have left the park, therefore, by the princ.i.p.al entrance. If she had gone away at all, she must have gone out by one of the smaller gates--by the lodge-gate upon the Lisford Road, perhaps, and thus back to Shorncliffe.
"But then, why, in Heaven"s name, had Margaret set out to walk home when the fly was waiting for her at the gates; when her lover was also waiting for her, full of anxiety to know the result of the step she had taken?
"She forgot that I was waiting for her, perhaps," Clement thought to himself. "She may have forgotten all about me, in the fearful excitement of this night"s work."
The young man was by no means pleased by this idea.
"Margaret can love me very little, in that case," he said to himself.
"My first thought, in any great crisis of my life, would be to go to her, and tell her all that had happened to me."
There were no less than four different means of exit from the park.
Clement Austin knew this, and he knew that it would take him upwards of two hours to go to all four of them.
"I"ll make inquiries at the gate upon the Lisford Road," he said to himself; "and if I find Margaret has left by that way, I can get the fly round there, and pick her up between this and Shorncliffe. Poor girl, in her ignorance of this neighbourhood, she has no idea of the distance she will have to walk!"
Mr. Austin could not help feeling vexed by Margaret"s conduct; but he did all he could to save the girl from the fatigue she was likely to entail upon herself through her own folly. He ran to the lodge upon the Lisford Road, and asked the woman who kept it, if a lady had gone out about an hour before.
The woman told him that a young lady had gone out an hour and a half before.
This was enough. Clement ran across the park to the western entrance, got into the fly, and told the man to drive back to Shorncliffe, by the Lisford Road, as fast as he could go, and to look out on the way for the young lady whom he had driven to Maudesley Abbey that afternoon.
"You watch the left side of the road, I"ll watch the right," Clement said.
The driver was cold and cross, but he was anxious to get back to Shorncliffe, and he drove very fast.
Clement sat with the window down, and the frosty wind blowing full upon his face as he looted out for Margaret.
But he reached Shorncliffe without having overtaken her, and the fly crawled under the ponderous archway beneath which the dashing mail-coaches had rolled in the days that were for ever gone.
"She must have got home before me," the cashier thought; "I shall find her up-stairs with my mother."
He went up to the large room with the bow-window. The table in the centre of the room was laid for dinner, and Mrs. Austin was nodding in a great arm-chair near the fire, with the county newspaper in her lap. The wax-candles were lighted, the crimson curtains were drawn before the bow-window, and the room looked altogether very comfortable: but there was no Margaret.
The widow started up at the sound of the opening of the door and her son"s hurried footsteps.
"Why, Clement," she cried, "how late you are! I seem to have been sitting dozing here for full two hours; and the fire has been replenished three times since the cloth was laid for dinner. What have you been doing, my dear boy?"
Clement looked about him before he answered.
"Yes, I am very late, mother, I know," he said; "but where"s Margaret?"
Mrs. Austin stared aghast at her son"s question.
"Why, Margaret is with you, is she not?" she exclaimed.
"No, mother; I expected to find her here."
"Did you leave her, then?"
"No, not exactly; that is to say, I----"
Clement did not finish the sentence. He walked slowly up and down the room thinking, whilst his mother watched him very anxiously.
"My dear Clement," Mrs. Austin exclaimed at last, "you really quite alarm me. You set out this afternoon upon some mysterious expedition with Margaret; and though I ask you both where you are going, you both refuse to satisfy my very natural curiosity, and look as solemn as if you were about to attend a funeral. Then, after ordering dinner for seven o"clock, you keep it waiting nearly two hours; and you come in without Margaret, and seem alarmed at not seeing net here. What does it all mean, Clement?"
"I cannot tell you, mother."
"What! is this business of to-day, then, a part of your secret?"
"It is," answered the cashier. "I can only say again what I said before, mother--trust me!"
The widow sighed, and shrugged her shoulders with a deprecating gesture.
"I suppose I _must_ be satisfied, Clem," she said. "But this is the first time there"s ever been anything like a mystery between you and me."