He turned with her, and they paced slowly along side by side, the colour on Maria"s cheeks coming and going with every word he spoke and every look he gave her--which seemed altogether senseless and unreasonable.
Sam told her of his conversation with Austin Chance"s father, and his promise to put a few things in his way.
"Once let me be making two hundred a-year, Maria, and then----"
"Then what?" questioned Maria innocently.
"Then I should ask you to come to me, and we"d risk it together."
"Risk what?" stammered Maria, turning her head right round to watch a barge that was being towed by.
"Risk our luck. Two hundred a-year is not so bad to begin upon. I should take the floor above as well as the ground-floor I rent now, and we should get along. Any way, I hope to try it."
"Oh, Mr. Dene!"
"Now don"t "Mr. Dene" me, young lady, if you please. Why, Maria, what else can we do? A mean, malicious set of dogs and cats have turned their backs upon us both; the least we should do is to see if we can"t do without them. I know you"d rather come to me than stay in Edgar Street."
Maria held her tongue, as to whether she would or not. "Mamma is negotiating to get me a situation at Cheltenham," she said.
"You will not go to Cheltenham, or anywhere else, if I get any luck," he replied dictatorially. "Life would look very blue to me now without you, Maria. And many a man and wife, rolling in riches at the end, have rubbed on with less than two hundred a-year at the beginning. I wouldn"t say, mind, but we might risk it on a hundred and fifty. My rent is low, you see."
"Ye--es," stammered Maria "But--I wish that mystery of the guineas could be cleared up!"
Sam stood still, turned, and faced her. "Why do you say _that_? You are not suspecting that I took them?"
"Oh dear, NO," returned Maria, losing her breath. "I _know_ you did not take them: could not. I was only thinking of your practice: so much more would come in."
"c.o.c.kermuth has sent me a small matter or two. I think I shall get on,"
repeated Sam.
They were at their journey"s end by that time, at the dressmaker"s door.
"Good-evening," said Maria, timidly holding out her hand.
Sam Dene took it and clasped it. "Good-bye, my darling. I am going home to my bread-and-cheese supper, and I wish you were there to eat it with me!"
Maria sighed. She wondered whether that wonderful state of things would ever come to pa.s.s. Perhaps no; perhaps yes. Meanwhile no living soul knew aught of these treasonable aspirations; they were a secret between her and Sam. Mr. and Mrs. Parslet suspected nothing.
Time went on. Lawyer Chance was as good as his word, and put a few small matters of business into the hands of Sam Dene. Mr. c.o.c.kermuth did the same. The town came down upon him for it; though it let Chance alone, who was not the sort of man to be dictated to. "Well," said c.o.c.kermuth in answer, "I don"t believe the lad is guilty; never have believed it.
Had he been of a dishonest turn, he could have helped himself before, for a good deal of my cash pa.s.sed at times through his hands. And, given that he was innocent, he has been hardly dealt by."
Sam Dene was grateful for these stray windfalls, and returned his best thanks to the lawyers for them. But they did not amount to much in the aggregate; and a gloomy vision began to present itself to his apprehension of being forced to give up the struggle, and wandering out in the world to seek a better fortune. The summer a.s.sizes drew near. Sam had no grand cause to come on at them, or small one either; but it was impossible not to give a thought now and again to what his fate might have been, had he stood committed to take his trial at them. The popular voice said that was only what he merited.
VI.
The a.s.sizes were held, and pa.s.sed. One hot day, when July was nearing its meridian, word was brought to Miss c.o.c.kermuth--who was charitable--that a poor sick woman whom she befriended, was worse than usual, so she put on her bonnet and cloak to pay her a visit. The bonnet was a huge Leghorn, which shaded her face well from the sun, its tr.i.m.m.i.n.g of straw colour; and the cloak was of thin black "taffeta,"
edged with narrow lace. It was a long walk on a hot afternoon, for the sick woman lived but just on this side Henwick. Miss Betty had got as far as the bridge, and was about to cross it when Sam Dene, coming over it at a strapping pace, ran against her.
"Miss Betty!" he cried. "I beg your pardon."
Miss Betty brought her bonnet from under the shade of her large gra.s.s-green parasol. "Dear me, is it you, Sam Dene?" she said. "Were you walking for a wager?"
Sam laughed a little. "I was hastening back to my office, Miss Betty. I have no clerk, you know, and a client _might_ come in."
Miss Betty gave her head a twist, something between a nod and a shake; she noticed the doubtful tone in the "might." "Very hot, isn"t it?" said she. "I"m going up to see that poor Hester Knowles; she"s uncommon bad, I hear."
"You"ll have a warm walk."
"Ay. Are you pretty well, Sam? You look thin."
"Do I? Oh, that"s nothing but the heat of the weather. I am quite well, thank you. Good-afternoon, Miss Betty."
She shook his hand heartily. One of Sam"s worst enemies, who might have run in a curricle with Charles c.o.c.kermuth, as to an out-and-out belief in his guilt, was pa.s.sing at the moment, and saw it.
Miss Betty crossed the bridge, turned off into Turkey, for it was through those cla.s.sical regions that her nearest and coolest way lay, and so onwards to the sick woman"s room. There she found the blazing July sun streaming in at the wide window, which had no blind, no shelter whatever from it. Miss Betty had had enough of the sun out-of-doors, without having it in. Done up with the walk and the heat, she sat down on the first chair, and felt ready to swoon right off.
"Dear me, Hester, this is bad for you!" she gasped.
"Did you mean the sun, ma"am?" asked the sick woman, who was sitting full in it, wrapped in a blanket or two. "It is a little hot just now, but I don"t grumble at it; I"m so cold mostly. As soon as the sun goes off the window, I shall begin to shiver."
"Well-a-day!" responded Miss Betty, wishing she could be cool enough to shiver. "But if you feel it cold now, Hester, what will you do when the autumn winds come on?"
"Ah, ma"am, please do not talk of it! I just can"t tell what I shall do.
That window don"t fit tight, and the way the wind pours in through it upon me as I sit here at evening, or lie in my little bed there, pa.s.ses belief. I"m coughing always then."
"You should have some good thick curtains put up," said Miss Betty, gazing at the bare window, which had a pot of musk on its sill. "Woollen ones."
The sick woman smiled sadly. She was very poor now, though it had not always been so; she might as well have hoped to buy the sun itself as woollen curtains--or cotton curtains either. Miss Betty knew that.
"I"ll think about it, Hester, and see if I"ve any old ones that I could let you have. I"m not sure; but I"ll look," repeated she--and began to empty her capacious dimity pockets of a few items of good things she had brought.
By-and-by, when she was a little cooler, and had talked with Hester, Miss Betty set off home again, her mind running upon the half-promised curtains. "They are properly shabby," thought she, as she went along, "but they"ll serve to keep the sun and the wind off her."
She was thinking of those warm green curtains that she had picked the braid from that past disastrous morning--as the reader heard of, and all the town as well. Nothing had been done with them since.
Getting home, Miss Betty turned into the parlour. Susan--who had not yet found leisure to fix any time for her wedding--found her mistress fanning her hot face, her bonnet untied and tilted back.
"I"ve been to see that poor Hester Knowles, Susan," began Miss Betty.
"Law, ma"am!" interposed Susan. "What a walk for you this scorching afternoon! All up that wide New Road!"
"You may well say that, girl: but I went Turkey away. She"s very ill, poor thing; and that"s a frightfully staring window of hers, the sun on it like a blazing fire, and not as much as a rag for a blind; and the window don"t fit, she says, and in cold weather the biting wind comes in and shivers her up. I think I might give her those shabby old curtains, Susan--that were up in Mr. Philip"s room, you know, before we got the new chintz ones in."
"So you might, ma"am," said Susan, who was not a bad-hearted girl, excepting to the baker"s man. "They can"t go up at any of our windows as they be; and if you had "em dyed, I don"t know as they"d answer much, being so shabby."
"I put them--let me see--into the spare ottoman, didn"t I? Yes, that was it. And there I suppose they must be lying still."
"Sure enough, Miss Betty," said Susan. "I"ve not touched "em."