And, at length, one dull morning, after George Cannon had sailed for America, and all affairs were somehow arranged or had arranged themselves, and Sarah Gailey was better and the autumn season smoothly running with new servants, she had suddenly said to Sarah: "I have to go to Bursley to-day, for a few days." And she had gone, upon the impulse, without having previously warned Janet. Changing at Knype, she had got into the wrong train, and had found herself at Shawport, at the far, lower end of Bursley, instead of up at Bleakridge, close by the Orgreaves! And there was, of course, no cab for her. But a cabman who had brought a fare to the station, and was driving his young woman back, had offered in a friendly way to take Hilda too. And she had sat in the cab with the young woman, who was a paintress at Peel"s great manufactory at Shawport, and suffered from a weak chest; and they had talked about the potters" strike which was then upheaving the district, and the cab had overtaken a procession of thinly clad potters, wending in the bitter mist to a ma.s.s meeting at Hanbridge; and Hilda had been thereby much impressed and angered against all employers. And the young woman had left the cab, half-way up Trafalgar Road, with a delicious pink-and-white smile of adieu. And Hilda had thought how different all this was from Brighton, and how much better and more homely and understandable. And now she was in the garden of the Orgreaves.
Martha came peeping, to discover the explanation of this singular concourse of cabs in the garden, and she cried joyously:
"Oh, Miss Janet, it"s Miss Hilda--Miss Lessways, I mean!"
Alicia shrieked. The first cab drew forward to make room for Hilda"s, and Hilda stepped down into the glare of the porch, and was plainly beheld by all three girls.
"Will they notice anything?" she asked herself, self-conscious, almost trembling, as she thought of the terrific changes that had pa.s.sed in her since her previous visit.
But n.o.body noticed anything. n.o.body observed that this was not the same Hilda. Even in the intimacy of the affectionate kiss, for which she lifted her veil, Janet seemed to have no suspicion whatever.
"We were just off to Hillport," said Janet. "How splendid of you to come like this!"
"Don"t let"s go to Hillport!" said Alicia.
Janet hesitated, pulling down her veil.
"Of course you must go!" Hilda said positively.
"I"m afraid we shall have to go," said Janet, with reluctance. "You see, it"s the Marrions--Edie"s cousins--and Edie will be there!"
"Who"s Edie?"
"Why! Tom"s fiancee! Surely I told you!"
"Yes," said Hilda; "only I didn"t just remember the name. How nice!"
(She thought: "No sooner do I get here than I talk like they do! Fancy me saying, "How nice"!")
"Oh, it"s all Edie nowadays!" said Alicia lightly. "We have to be frightfully particular, or else Tom would cut our heads off. That"s why we"re going in a cab! We should have walked,--shouldn"t we, Janet?--only it would never do for us to _walk_ to the Marrions" at night! "The Misses Lessways" carriage!"" she mimicked, and finicked about on her toes.
Janet was precisely the same as ever, but the pig-tailed Alicia had developed. Her childishness was now shot through with gestures and tones of the young girl. She flushed and paled continuously, and was acutely self-conscious and somewhat vain, but not offensively vain.
"I say, Jan," she exclaimed, "why shouldn"t Hilda come with us?"
"To the Marrions"? Oh no, thanks!" said Hilda.
"But do, Hilda! I"m sure they"d be delighted!" Janet urged. "I never thought of it."
Though she was flattered and, indeed, a little startled by the extraordinary seriousness of Janet"s insistence, Hilda shook her head.
"Where"s Tom?" she inquired, to change the subject.
"Oh!" Alicia burst out again. "He"s gone off _hours_ ago to escort his ladylove from Hanbridge to Hillport."
"You wait till you"re engaged, Alicia!" Janet suggested. But Janet"s eyes, too, twinkled the admission that Tom was just then providing much innocent amus.e.m.e.nt to the family.
"You"ll sleep in my room to-night, anyhow, dear," said Janet, when Martha and Hilda"s cabman had brought a trunk into the hall, and Hilda had paid the cabman far more than his fare because he was such a friendly young cabman and because he possessed a pulmonary sweetheart.
"Come along, dear!... Alicia, ask Swindells to wait a minute or two."
"Swindells," Alicia shouted to the original cabman, "just wait a jiff!"
"Yes, miss." The original cabman, being old and accustomed to evening- party work in the Five Towns, knew the length of a jiff, and got down from his seat to exercise both arms and legs. With sardonic pleasure he watched the young cabman cut a black streak in the sodden lawn with his near front-wheel as he clumsily turned to leave. Then Martha banged the front door, and another servant appeared in the hall to help the trunk on its way upstairs.
"No! I shall never be able to tell them!" thought Hilda, following the trunk.
Alicia had scampered on in front of the trunk, to inform her parents of the arrival. Mrs. Orgreave, Hilda learnt, was laid up with an attack of asthma, and Osmond Orgreave was working in their bedroom.
II
Hilda stood in front of the fire in Janet"s bedroom, and Janet was unlocking her trunk.
"Why! What a pretty bodice!" said Janet, opening the trunk. She stood up, and held forth the bodice to inspect it; and beneath Janet"s cloak Hilda could see the splendour of her evening dress. "Where did you get it?"
"In London," Hilda was about to answer, but she took thought. "Oh!
Brighton." It was a lie.
She had a longing to say:
"No, not Brighton! What am I thinking of? I got it in London on my honeymoon!"
What a unique sensation that one word would have caused! But she could not find courage to utter it.
Alicia came importantly in.
"Mother"s love, and you are to go into her room as soon as you"re ready.
Martha will bring up a tray for you, and you"ll eat there by the fire.
It"s all arranged."
"And what about father"s love?" Hilda demanded, with a sprightliness that astonished herself. And she thought: "Why are these people so fond of me? They don"t even ask how it was I didn"t write to tell them I was coming. They just accept me and welcome me without questions.... No! I can never tell them! It simply couldn"t be told, here! If they find out, so much the worse!"
"You must ask him!" Alicia answered, blushing.
"All right, Alicia. We"ll be ready in a minute or two," said Janet in a peculiar voice.
It was a gentle command to Alicia to leave her elders alone to their adult confidences. And unwilling Alicia had to obey.
But there were no confidences. The talk, as it were, shivered on the brink of a confidence, but never plunged.
"Does she guess?" Hilda reflected.
The conversation so halted that at length Janet was driven to the ba.n.a.lity of saying:
"I"m so sorry we have to go out!"
And Hilda protested with equal ba.n.a.lity, and added: "I suppose you"re going out a lot just now?"