"But I had to go over to the Coneys". I"ve only just got back again."
He looked into the room and saw that it was empty. "Where"s madam gone?
To the Ravine after her friend?"
"She was here sewing not a minute ago."
"Johnny, she told a lie. Did you notice the sound of her voice when she said the fellow was no relative of hers?"
"Not particularly."
"I did, then. At the moment the denial took me by surprise; but I remembered the tone later. It had an untrue ring in it. Madam told a lie, Johnny, as sure as that we are here. I"d lay my life he _is_ a relative of hers, or a connection in some way. I don"t think now it is money he wants; if it were only that, she"d get it, and send him packing. It"s worse than that: disgrace, perhaps."
"What sort of disgrace can it be?"
"I don"t know. But if something of the sort is not looming, never trust me again. And here am I, with my hands tied, forbidden to unravel it.
Johnny, I feel just like a wild beast barred up in a cage."
Had he been a real wild beast he could not have given the window-frame a much worse shake, as he pa.s.sed through in his anger to the bench under the mulberry-tree.
When you have to look far back to things, recollection sometimes gets puzzled as to the order in which they happened. How it came about I am by no means clear, but an uncomfortable feeling grew up in my mind about Hugh. About both the children, in fact, but Hugh more than Lena. Mrs.
Todhetley seemed to dread Hugh"s being abroad--and I"m sure I was not mistaken in thinking it. I heard her order Hannah to keep the children within view of the house, and not to allow Hugh to stray away from her.
Had it been winter weather I suppose she"d have kept them indoors altogether; there could be no plea for it under the blue sky and the hot summer sun.
The Squire came home; he had been staying some time with friends in Gloucestershire; but Mrs. Coney did not come--although Mrs. Todhetley kept sending me for news. Twice I saw her talking to the strange man; who I believed made his abode in the Ravine. Tod watched, as he had threatened to do; and would often appear with in-drawn lips. There was active warfare between him and his step-mother: at least if you can say that when both kept silence. As to the Squire, he observed nothing, and knew nothing: and no one enlightened him. It seems a long time, I dare say, when reading of this, as if it had extended over a month of Sundays; but I don"t think it lasted much more than a fortnight in all.
One evening, quite late, when the sun was setting, and the Squire was smoking his pipe on the lawn, talking to me and Tod, Lena and her mother came in at the gate. In spite of the red rays lighting up Mrs.
Todhetley"s face, it struck me that I had never seen it look more careworn. Lena put her arms on Tod"s knee, and began telling about a fright she had had: of a big toad that leaped out of the gra.s.s, and made her scream and cry. She cried "because n.o.body was with her."
"Where was mamma?" asked Tod; but I am sure he spoke without any ulterior thought.
"Mamma had gone to the zigzag stile to talk to the man. She told me to wait for her."
"What man?" cried the Squire.
"Why, the man," said Lena logically. "He asks Hugh to go with him over the sea to see the birds and the red coral."
If any one face ever turned whiter than another, Mrs. Todhetley"s did then. Tod looked at her, sternly, ungenerously; and her eyes fell. She laid hold of Lena"s hand, saying it was bed-time.
"What man is the child talking about?" the Squire asked her.
"She talks about so many people," rather faintly answered Mrs.
Todhetley. "Come, Lena dear; Hannah"s waiting for you. Say good-night."
The Squire, quite unsuspicious, thought no more. He got up and walked over to the beds to look at the flowers, holding his long churchwarden pipe in his mouth. Tod put his back against the tree.
"It is getting complicated, Johnny."
"What is?"
"What is! Why, madam"s drama. She is afraid of that hinted scheme of her friend"s--the carrying-off Master Hugh beyond the seas."
He spoke in satire. "Do you think so?" I returned.
"Upon my honour I do. She must be an idiot! I should like to give her a good fright."
"Tod, I think she is frightened enough without our giving her one."
"I think she is. She must have caught up the idea from overhearing Hannah"s gossip with old Thomas. This afternoon Hugh was running through the little gate with me; madam came flying over the lawn and begged me not let him out of my hand, or else to leave him indoors. But for being my father"s wife, I should have asked her if her common-sense had gone wool-gathering."
"I suppose it has, Tod. Fancy a kidnapper in these days! The curious thing is, that she should fear anything of the sort."
"If she really does fear it. I tell you, Johnny, the performance is growing complicated; somewhat puzzling. But I"ll see it played out if I live."
The week went on to Friday. But the afternoon was over, and evening set in, before the shock fell upon us: _Hugh was missing_.
The Squire had been out in the gig, taking me; and it seems they had supposed at home that Hugh was with us. The particulars of Hugh"s disappearance, and what had happened in the day, I will relate further on.
The Squire thought nothing: he said Hugh must have got into Coney"s house or some other neighbour"s house: and sat down to dinner, wondering why so much to-do was made. Mrs. Todhetley looked scared to death; and Tod tore about as if he were wild. The servants were sent here, the outdoor men there: it was like a second edition of that day in Warwickshire when we lost Lena: like it, only worse, more commotion.
Hannah boldly said to her mistress that the strange man must have carried off the boy.
Hour after hour the search continued. With no result. Night came on, with a bright moon to light it up. But it did not light up Hugh.
Mrs. Todhetley, a dark shawl over her head, and I dare say a darker fear upon her heart, went out for the second or third time towards the Ravine. I ran after her. We had nearly reached the stile at the zigzag, when Tod came bounding over it.
"Has not the time for shielding this man gone by, think you?" he asked, placing himself in Mrs. Todhetley"s path, and speaking as coolly as he was able for the agitation that shook him. And why Tod, with his known carelessness, should be so moved, I could not fathom.
"Joseph, I do not suppose or think the man knows anything of Hugh; I have my reasons for it," she answered, bearing on for the stile, and leaning over it to look down into the dark Ravine.
"Will you give me permission to inquire that of himself?"
"You will not find the man. He is gone."
"Leave the finding him to me," persisted Tod. "Will you withdraw the embargo you laid upon me?"
"No, no," she whispered, "I cannot do it."
The trees had an uncommonly damp feel in the night-air, and the place altogether looked as weird as could be. I was away then in the underwood; she looked down always into the Ravine and called Hugh"s name aloud. Nothing but an echo answered.
"It has appeared to me for several days that you have feared something of this," Tod said, trying to get a full view of her face. "It might have been better for--for all of us--if you had allowed me at first to take the affair in hand."
"Perhaps I ought; perhaps I ought," she said, bursting into tears.
"Heaven knows, though, that I acted from a good motive. It was not to screen myself that I"ve tried to keep the matter secret."
"Oh!" The sarcasm of Tod"s short comment was like nothing I ever heard.
"To screen me, perhaps?" said he.
"Well, yes--in a measure, Joseph," she patiently answered. "I only wished to spare you vexation. Oh, Joseph! if--if Hugh cannot be found, and--and all has to come out--who he is and what he wants here--remember that I wished nothing but to spare others pain."