"Hast never looked in a mirror, Miss Janice?"
"Now thou "t just teasing."
"I" faith, "t is the last thought in my mind," said Evatt, heartily.
"You really think me pretty?" questioned the girl, with evident delight if uncertainty.
Evatt studied the eager, guileless face questioningly turned to him, and had much ado to keep from smiling.
""T is impossible not to think it," he replied.
"Even after seeing the court beauties?" demanded Janice, half doubtful and half joyous.
"Not one but would have to give the pas to ye, Miss Janice,"
protested Evatt, "could ye but be presented at St. James"s."
"How lovely!" cried Janice, ecstatically, and then in sudden abas.e.m.e.nt a.s.serted, "Oh, I know you are--you are only making fun of me!"
"Now, burn me, if I am!" insisted the man, with such undoubted admiration in his manner as to confirm his words to the girl. "By Heaven!" he marvelled to himself. "Who "d have believed such innocence possible? "T is Mother Eve before the fall! She knows nothing." A view of woman likely to get Mr. Evatt into trouble. There is very little information concerning the ante-prandial Eve, but from later examples of her s.e.x, it is safe to affirm that the mother of the race knew several things before partaking of the tree of knowledge.
Man only is born so stupid as to need education.
"Why canst thou not let me have sight of this wondrous female?" he went on aloud. "Surely thou art not really fearsome to brave comparison."
""T is not that, indeed," denied Janice, colouring, "but-- well--in a moment." The girl turned her back to Mr. Evatt, and in a moment faced him once more, the miniature in her hand. "Isn"t she beautiful?"
Evatt looked at the miniature. "That she is," he a.s.sented.
"And strike me dumb, but she reminds me of some woman I"ve once seen in London."
"Oh, how interesting!" exclaimed the girl. "What was her name?"
""T is exactly that I am asking myself."
"He must be well-born," argued Janice, "to have her miniature; look at the jewels in her hair."
"Ah, my child, there "s more than the well-born wear--"
the man stopped short. "How know ye," he went on, "that the bondsman comes by it rightly? The frame is one of price."
"I don"t," the girl replied, "and the initials on the back are n"t his."
""W. H. J. B.,"" read Evatt.
"He may have changed his name," suggested Janice.
"True," a.s.sented the man, with a slight laugh; "that "s a mighty clever thought and gives us a clue to his real one."
"Perhaps you"ve heard of a man in London with a name to fit W. H. J. B.?" said the maid, inquiringly.
Evatt turned away to conceal an unsuppressable smile, while thinking, "The innocent imagines London but another Brunswick!"
"Dost think I should make him take it back?" asked Janice.
"Certainly not," replied her advise; responding to the only too manifest wish of the girl.
"Then dost think I should speak to mommy or dadda?"
""T is surely needless! The fellow refuses it, and so "t is yours till he demands it."
"How lovely! Oh, I"d like to be home this instant, to see how "t would appear about my neck. Last night I crept out of bed to have a look, but Tibbie turned over, and I thought me she was waking. I think I"ll go at once and--"
"And end our walk?" broke in Evatt, reproachfully.
""T is nearly tea-time," replied Janice, pointing to the sun.
"How the afternoon has flown!"
"Thanks to my charming companion," responded the man, bowing low.
"Now you are teasing again," cried Janice. "I don"t like to be made fun--"
""T is my last thought," cried Evatt, with unquestionable earnestness, and possessing himself of Janice"s hand, he stooped and kissed it impetuously and hotly.
The colour flooded up into the maiden"s face and neck at the action, but still more embarra.s.sing to her was the awkward pause which ensued, as they set out on their return. She could think of nothing to say, and the stranger would not help her.
"Let her blush and falter and stammer," was his thought. "Every minute of embarra.s.sment is putting me deeper in her thoughts."
VII SPIDER AND FLY
Fortunately for the girl, the distance to the house was not great, and the rapid pace she set in her stress quickly brought them to the doorway, which she entered with a sigh of relief. The guest was at once absorbed by her father, and Janice sought her room.
As she primped, the miniature lay before her, and occasionally she paused for a moment to look at it. Finally, when properly robed, she picked it up and held it for a moment. "I wonder if she broke his heart?" she soliloquised. "I don"t see how he could help loving her; I know I should." Janice hesitated for a moment, and then tucked the miniature into her bosom. "If only Tibbie wasn"t--if--we could talk about it," she sighed, as she pinned on her little cap of lace above the hair dressed high a la Pompadour. "Why did she have to be--just as so many important things were to happen!" Miss Meredith looked at her double in the mirror, and sighed again. "Mr.
Evatt must have been laughing at me," she said, "for she is so much prettier. But I should like to know why Charles always stares so at me."
In the meantime, Evatt, without so much as an allusion to the bond-servant, had presented a letter from a New Yorker, introducing him to the squire, and by the confidence thus established he proceeded to question Mr. Meredith long and carefully, not about farming lands and profits, but concerning the feeling of the country toward the questions then at issue between Great Britain and America. He made as they talked an occasional note, and the interview ended only with Peg"s announcement of supper. Nor was this allowed to terminate the inquiry, for the squire, as Mrs. Meredith had foreseen, insisted on Evatt"s spending the night, and Charles was accordingly ordered to ride over to the inn for the traveller"s saddlebags. After the ladies had left the two men at the table, the questioning was resumed over the spirits and pipes, and not till ten o"clock was pa.s.sed did Evatt finally rise. Clearly he must have pleased the squire as well as he had the dames, for Mr. Meredith, with the hospitality of the time, pressed him heartily to stay for more than the morrow, a.s.suring him of a welcome at Greenwood for as long as he would make it his abiding spot.
"Nothing, sir, would give me greater pleasure," responded Evatt, warmly, "but in confidence to ye, as a friend of government, I dare to say that my search for a farm is only the ostensible reason for my travels. I am executing an important and delicate mission for our government, and having already journeyed through the colonies to the northward, I must still travel through those of the south. "T is therefore quite impossible for me to tarry more than the night. I should, in fact, not have dared to linger thus long were it not that your name was on the list given me by Lord Dartmouth of those to be trusted and consulted. And the information ye have furnished me concerning this region has proved that his Lordship did not err in his opinion as to your knowledge, disposition, and ability."
This sent the squire to his pillow with a delightful sense of his own importance, and led him to confide to the nightcap on the pillow beside him that "Mr. Evatt is a man of vast insight and discrimination." Regrettable as it is to record, the visitor, before seeking his own pillow, mixed some ink powder in a mug with a little water and proceeded to add to a letter already begun the following paragraph:--
[Ill.u.s.tration: "The British ran!"]
"From thence I rode to Brunswick, a small Town on the Raritan. Here I find the same division of Sentiment I have already dwelt upon to your Lordship. The Gentry, consisting hereabouts of but two, are sharply opposed to the small Farmers and Labourers, and cannot even rely upon their own Tenantry for more than a nominal support. Neither of the great Proprietors seem to be Men of sound Judgment or natural Popularity, and Mr. Lambert Meredith--a name quite unknown to your Lordship, but of some consequence in this Colony through a fortunate Marriage with a descendant of one of the original Patentees--at the last Election barely succeeded in carrying the Poll, and is represented to be a Man of much impracticality, hot-tempered, a stickler over trivial points, at odds with his Neighbours, and not even Master of his own Household. To such Men, my Lord, has fallen the Contest, on behalf of Government, while opposed to them are self-made Leaders, of Eloquence, of Force, and; most of all, of Dishonesty.
Issues of Paper Money, escape from all Taxation, free Lands, suspensions of Debts--such and an hundred other tempting Promises they ply the People with, while the Gentry sit helpless, save those who, seeing how the Tide sets, throw Principles to the Wind, and plunge in with the popular Leaders. Believe me, my Lord, as I have urged already, a radical change of Government, and a plentiful sprinkling of Regiments, will alone prevent the Disorders from rising to a height that threatens Anarchy."
Though the visitor was the last of the household abed, he was early astir the next morning, and while Charles was beginning his labours of the day, by leading each horse to the trough in the barnyard, Evatt joined him.
"We made a bad start at our first meeting, my man," he said in a friendly manner, "and I have only myself to blame for "t. One should keep his own secrets."
""T is a sorry calling yours would be if many kept to that,"
replied Fownes, with a suggestion of contempt.