"Then why?"
"Ah!" George Cannon lifted his head with a gesture signifying enigma.
"That"s just what I wanted to ask you. Hasn"t she said anything to you?"
"As to giving it up? No!... So it was this that you wanted to see me about?"
He nodded. "She wrote me a few days after you came away, and suggested I should see you and ask you what you thought."
"But why me?"
"Well, she thinks the world of you, Sarah does."
Hilda thought: "How strange! She did nothing but look after me, and wait on me hand and foot, and I never helped her in any way; and yet she turns to me!" And she was extremely flattered and gratified, and was aware of a delicious increase of self-respect.
"But supposing she does give it up?" Hilda said aloud. "What will she do?"
"Exactly!" said George Cannon, and then, in a very confidential, ingratiating manner: "I wish you"d write to her and put some reason into her. She mustn"t give it up. With her help--and you know in the management she"s simply wonderful--with her help, I think I shall be able to bring something about that"ll startle folks. Only, she mustn"t throw me over. And she mustn"t get too crotchety with the boarders. I"ve had some difficulty in that line, as it is. In fact, I"ve had to be rather cross. You know about the Boutwoods, for instance! Well, I"ve smoothed that over.... It"s nothing, nothing--if she"ll keep her head.
If she"ll keep her head it"s a gold mine--you"ll see! Only--she wants a bit of managing. If you"d write--"
"I shan"t write," said Hilda. "I shall go and see her--at once. I should have gone in any case, after her letter this morning saying how unwell she is. She wants company. She was so kind to me I couldn"t possibly leave her in the lurch. I can"t very well get away to-day, but I shall go to-morrow, and I shall drop her a line to-night."
"It"s very good of you, I"m sure," said George Cannon. Obviously he was much relieved.
"Not at all!" Hilda protested. She felt very content and happy.
"The fact is," he went on, "there"s n.o.body but you can do it. Your mother was the only real friend she ever had. And this is the first time she"s been left alone up there, you see. I"m quite sure you can save the situation."
He was frankly depending on her for something which he admitted he could not accomplish himself. Those two people, George Cannon and Sarah Gailey, had both instinctively turned to her in a crisis. None could do what she could do. She, by the force of her individuality, could save the situation. She was no longer a girl, but a mature and influential being. Her ancient diffidence before George Cannon had completely gone; she had no qualms, no foreboding, no dubious sensation of weakness.
Indeed, she felt herself in one respect his superior, for his confidence in Sarah Gailey"s housewifely skill, his conviction that it was unique and would be irreplaceable, struck her as somewhat naif, as being yet another example of the absurd family pride which she and her mother had often noticed in the Five Towns. She was not happy at the prospect of so abruptly quitting the delights of Lane End House and the vicinity of Edwin Clayhanger; she was not happy at the prospect of postponing the consideration of plans for her own existence; she was not happy at the prospect of Sarah Gailey"s pessimistic complainings. She was above happiness. She was above even that thrill of sharp and intense vitality which in times past had enn.o.bled trouble and misery. She had the most exquisite feeling of triumphant self-justification. She was splendidly conscious of power. She was indispensable.
And the dismantled desolation of the echoing office, and the mystery of George Cannon"s personal position, somehow gave a strange poignancy to her mood.
They talked of indifferent matters: her property, the Orgreaves, even the defunct newspaper, as to which George Cannon shrugged his shoulders.
Then the conversation drooped.
"I shall go up by the four train to-morrow," she said, clinching the interview, and rising.
"I may go up by that train myself," said George Cannon.
She started. "Oh! are you going to Hornsey, too?"
"No! Not Hornsey. I"ve other business."
CHAPTER II SARAH"S BENEFACTOR
I
On the following afternoon Hilda travelled alone by the local train from Bleakridge to Knype, the central station where all voyagers for London, Birmingham, and Manchester had to foregather in order to take the fast expresses that unwillingly halted there, and there only, in their skimming flights across the district. It was a custom of Five Towns hospitality that a departing guest should be accompanied as far as Knype and stowed with personal attentions into the big train. But on this occasion Hilda had wished otherwise. "I should _prefer_ n.o.body to go with me to Knype," she had said, in a characteristic tone, to Janet. It was enough. The family had wondered; but it was enough. The family knew its singular, its mysterious Hilda. And instead of at Knype, the leave-takings had occurred at the little wayside station of Bleakridge, with wavy moorland behind, factory chimneys in front, and cinder and shawd heaps all around. Hilda had told Janet: "Mr. Cannon may be meeting me at Knype. He"s probably going to London too." And the discreet Janet, comprehending Hilda, had not even mentioned this fact to the rest of the family.
George Cannon, in a light summer suit and straw hat, was already on the platform at Knype. Hilda had feared that at Bleakridge he might be looking out of the window of the local train, which started from Turnhill; she had desired not to meet him in the presence of any of the Orgreaves. But either he had caught the previous train to Knype, or he had driven down. Holding a Gladstone bag and a stick in one hand, he stood talking to another man of about his own age and height. The conversation was vivacious, at any rate on George Cannon"s part. Hilda pa.s.sed close by him amid the populous stir of the expectant platform. He saw her, turned, and raised his hat, but in a perfunctory, preoccupied manner; and instantly resumed the speech to his companion. Hilda recognized the latter. It was "young Lawton," son and successor to "old Lawton," the most famous lawyer in the Five Towns. Young Lawton had a branch office at Turnhill, and lived in an important house half-way between Turnhill and Bursley, where, behind the Town Hall, was the historic princ.i.p.al office of the firm.
The express came loudly in, and Hilda, having climbed into a second-cla.s.s compartment, leaned out from it, to descry her porter and bestow on him a threepenny bit. George Cannon and young Lawton were still in argument, and apparently quite indifferent to the train. Young Lawton"s thin face had its usual faint, harsh smile; his limbs were moveless in an exasperating and obstinate calm; Hilda detested the man from his mere looks. But George Cannon was very obviously under excitement. His face was flushed; he moved his free arm violently--even the Gladstone bag swung to and fro; he punctuated his sentences with sharp, angry nods of the head, insisting and protesting and insisting, while the other, saying much less, maintained his d.a.m.nable stupid disdainful grin.
Would he let the train go, in his feverish preoccupation? Hilda was seriously afraid that he would. The last trunks were flung into the front van, the stationmaster in his tall hat waved curtly to the glittering guard; the guard waved his flag, and whistled; a porter banged the door of Hilda"s compartment, ignoring her gestures; the engine whistled. And at that moment George Cannon, throwing apparently a last malediction at young Lawton, sprang towards the train, and, seeing Hilda"s face, rushed to the door which she strained to open again.
"I was afraid you"d be left behind," she said, as he dropped his bag on the seat and the affronted stationmaster himself shut the door.
"Not quite!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Cannon grimly.
The smooth, irresistible gliding of the train became apparent, establishing a sudden aloof calm. Hilda perceived that all her muscles were tense.
In the compartment was a middle-aged couple.
"What"s this place?" asked the woman.
"Looks like Tamworth," said the man sleepily.
"Knype, sir!" George Cannon corrected him very sharply. He was so wrought up that he had omitted even to shake hands with Hilda. Making no effort to talk, and showing no curiosity about Hilda"s welfare or doings, he moved uneasily on his seat, and from time to time opened and shut the Gladstone bag. Gradually the flush paled from his face.
At Lichfield the middle-aged couple took advice from a porter and stumbled out of the train.
II
"We"re fairly out of the smoke now," said Hilda, when the train began to move again. As a fact, they had been fairly out of the smoke of the Five Towns for more than half an hour; but Hilda spoke at random, timidly, nervously, for the sake of speaking. And she was as apologetic as though it was she herself who by some untimely discretion had annoyed George Cannon.
"Yes, thank G.o.d!" he replied fiercely, blowing with pleasure upon the embers of his resentment. "And I"ll take good care I never go into it again--to live, that is!"
"Really?" she murmured, struck into an extreme astonishment.
He produced a cigar and a match-box.
"May I?" he demanded carelessly, and accepted her affirmative as of course.
"You"ve heard about my little affair?" he asked, after lighting the cigar. And he gazed at her curiously.
"No."
"Do you mean to say that none of the Orgreaves have said anything this last day or two?" He leaned forward. They were in opposite corners.
"No," she repeated stiffly. Nevertheless, she remembered a peculiar glance of Tom"s to his father on the previous day, when George Cannon"s name had been mentioned.
"Well," said he. "You surprise me! That"s all!"