"But I don"t care ter go," dissented Hennion. "I want ter get married ter Miss Janice right off, an" not--"
"Come, squire, tell the fellow he must n"t shirk his duty to his king. He can marry your daughter any time, but now the moment to do a service to his country. Why, man, if it ends this rebellion, as it seems like to, they"ll give ye a t.i.tle-- and ye, too, squire, I doubt not."
"He speaks true, Phil. Here "s a chance, indeed. Put the girl out of thy head for a time, and think a man"s thoughts."
"Ay," cried Evatt. "Don"t prove the old saying:
"He who sighs for a gla.s.s without G, Take away L and that is he.""
It took much more urging to get Phil to yield, but finally, on a promise of the master of Greenwood that he should wed so soon as he returned, he gave a half-hearted consent. Over the rum a letter to Sir William Howe was written by Evatt, and he and Phil arranged to be up and away betimes in the morning.
"That gets him well out of the way," remarked Evatt, as in his bedroom he stripped off his clothes. "Now to be as successful with Miss Blushing Innocence."
XX THE LOGIC OF HONOURED PARENTS AND DUTIFUL CHILDREN
Philemon and Evatt were in the saddle by five the next morning and a little more than an hour later held consultation with Bagby. Everything except Phil"s intended mission was quickly told him.
"Jingo!" he remarked, and then whistled. "Why, "t is stealing? Is n"t there to be no law in the land? When do they plot to rob us?"
"They meet this evenin" ter scheme it, an" a body can"t tell when they"ll act."
""T won"t likely be to-night, but I"ll keep guard myself, all the same, and some of the Invincibles shall watch every night."
This warning given, and a bite taken at the tavern by way of breakfast, the ride to Amboy was made in quick time. Here a boat was secured, and the two were rowed off to the "Asia"
as she lay inside the Hook. Evatt had a long conference with her captain in his cabin, and apparently won consent to his plan; for when he returned on deck, a cutter was cleared away, and Phil was told it would put him on the tender which was to carry him to Boston. With many a longing glance at the sh.o.r.e, he bade good-by to Evatt, who cheered him by predictions of reward and speedy return.
Philemon gone, Evatt remained a short time in conference with the chaplain of the man-of-war, and then returned to Amboy. Once more taking horse, he set off on his return to Greenwood, arriving there in the heat of the afternoon.
He was forced, by the absence of all the working force in the hayfield, to stable his horse himself, and then he walked toward what he had already observed from the saddle,--Janice, seated upon a garden bench under a poplar on the lawn, making artificial flowers. Let it be acknowledged that until the appearance of Evatt the girl had worked languidly, and had allowed long pauses of idleness while she meditated, but with his advent she became the embodiment of industry.
"Odd"s life!" the man e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed as he sat down beside the worker. ""Twixt love"s heat and an August sun, your lover, Janice, has come nigh to dissolving."
Janice, with hands that shook, essayed to snip out a rose petal which her own cheeks matched in tint.
Evatt removed first his hat and then his wig, that he might mop his head. Having replaced the hirsute ornament, he continued: "And thy father is as hot for thy marriage with that yokel. He set the day yestere"en."
"When?" demanded the girl, looking up anxiously.
"What say ye to this day week?"
"Oh!" cried Janice. "Was ever maid born under such a ha"penny planet?"
"Don"t make outcry "gainst your star when it has sent ye a lover in the nick of time, ready to save ye from the b.u.mpkin."
Janice took a shy come-and-go glance at him and said: "You mean
"What say ye to an elopement?"
"Oh!" exclaimed the girl, meeting Evatt"s gaze eagerly.
""T would be monstrous delightsome to be run off with, of course; but--"
"But what?"
"Well--I--Mommy told me that in the province no maid could be lawfully wed without her parents" consent."
"True," a.s.sented the tempter, "if she wed where the colony law holds good. But we"ll get round that by having the knot tied on royal ground."
"Not in England?" said the girl, drawing back a little.
"Think ye I"d treat the la.s.s I love like that?" responded Evatt, reproachfully. "Nay. A friend of mine is chaplain on the "Asia" man-of-war, and he"ll make no bones about helping us. And as the king"s flag and broad arrow puts the ship out of the colony jurisdiction, "t will make the thing legal despite the law."
[Ill.u.s.tration: "Here"s to the prettiest damsel!"]
"How romantic!" exclaimed Janice. "To think of making a stolen match, and of being wed on a king"s ship!"
"Now dost want to rail at thy star?"
""T is great good fortune," ecstatically sighed the girl.
"Think you "t would be right?"
"Would I ask it if "t were not?" rejoined Evatt, heartily.
"But dadda and mommy--" began the falterer.
"Will be pleased enough when the job"s done. Think ye, if they were n"t bound they "d not rather have a t.i.tled son-in-law than that gawk?"
"A what?" cried Janice.
"Thou dost not know thy lover"s true name, Janice. "T is John Ombrey, Lord Clowes, who sits beside thee."
Janice sprang to her feet. "And I"ve spoke to you as if you were just--just a man," she cried in a horrified voice.
""T was not fair so to beguile me!"
Evatt looked at the ground to hide the smile he could not suppress. ""T was done for the king, Janice," he said. "And "t is all the more romantic that I"ve won ye without your knowing.
Sit down again; if "t were not in view of the house I should be kneeling to ye."
Janice sank back on the garden seat. "I can"t believe it yet!"
she gasped breathlessly. "I knew of course thou wast a court gentleman, but--"
"And now I suppose ye"ll send me packing and wed the yokel?" suggested the lover.
"Oh, no!" cried Janice. "If you--if you really--" the girl gave a glance at the man, coloured to the temples, and, springing to her feet, fled toward the house. She did not stop till she reached her room, where she flung herself on the bed and buried her cheeks in the pillow. Thus she lay for some time, then rose, looked at herself in the mirror, and finding her hair sadly disordered, she set about the task of doing it over.
""T is beyond belief!" she murmured. "I must be very beautiful!"
She paused in her task, and studied her own face.
"Now I know why he always makes me feel so uncomfortable --and afraid--and--and gawky. "T is because he is a lord.
Sometimes he does look at me as if--as if he were hungry-- ugh! It frights me. But he must know what "s the mode.
"Lady Janice Clowes." "T is a pity the t.i.tle is not prettier.