Hamlyn, arriving three days ago in answer to the hasty summons, was thinking of returning to London.
"You are cheating!" called out Kate, flying off at a tangent to cross her governess"s path. "You"ve no right to get before me!"
"Gently," corrected Miss West. "My dear, we have run enough for to-day."
"We haven"t, you ugly, cross old thing! Aunt Eliza says you _are_ ugly.
And--"
The young lady"s amenities were cut short by finding herself suddenly lifted off her feet by Mr. Harry Carradyne, who had come behind them.
"Let me alone, Harry! You are always coming where you are not wanted.
Aunt Eliza says so."
A sudden light, as of mirth, illumined Harry Carradyne"s fresh, frank countenance. "Aunt Eliza says all those things, does she? Well, Miss Kate, she also says something else--that you are now to go indoors."
"What for? I shan"t go in."
"Oh, very well. Then that dandified silk frock for the new year that the dressmaker is waiting to try on can be put aside until midsummer."
Kate dearly loved new silk frocks, and she raced away. The governess followed more slowly, Mr. Carradyne talking by her side.
For some months now their love-dream had been going on; aye, and the love-making too. Not altogether surrept.i.tiously; neither of them would have liked that. Though not expedient to proclaim it yet to Captain Monk and the world, Mrs. Carradyne knew of it and tacitly sanctioned it.
Alice West turned her face, blushing uncomfortably, to him as they walked. "I am glad to have this opportunity of saying something to you," she spoke with hesitation. "Are you not upon rather bad terms with Mrs. Hamlyn?"
"She is with me," replied Harry.
"And--am _I_ the cause?" continued Alice, feeling as if her fears were confirmed.
"Not at all. She has not fathomed the truth yet, with all her penetration, though she may have some suspicion of it. Eliza wants to bend me to her will in the matter of the house, and I won"t be bent.
Old Peveril wishes to resign the lease of Peac.o.c.k Range to me; I wish to take it from him, and Eliza objects. She says Peveril promised her the house until the seven years" lease was out, and that she means to keep him to his bargain."
"Do you quarrel?"
"Quarrel! no," laughed Harry Carradyne. "I joke with her, rather than quarrel. But I don"t give in. She pays me some left-handed compliments, telling me that I am no gentleman, that I"m a bear, and so on; to which I make my bow."
Alice West was gazing straight before her, a troubled look in her eyes.
"Then you see that I _am_ the remote cause of the quarrel, Harry. But for thinking of me, you would not care to take the house on your own hands."
"I don"t know that. Be very sure of one thing, Alice: that I shall not stay an hour longer under the roof here if my uncle disinherits me. That he, a man of indomitable will, should be so long making up his mind is a proof that he shrinks from committing the injustice. The suspense it keeps me in is the worst of all. I told him so the other evening when we were sitting together and he was in an amiable mood. I said that any decision he might come to would be more tolerable than this prolonged suspense."
Alice drew a long breath at his temerity.
Harry laughed. "Indeed, I quite expected to be ordered out of the room in a storm. Instead of that, he took it quietly, civilly telling me to have a little more patience; and then began to speak of the annual new year"s dinner, which is not far off now."
"Mrs. Carradyne is thinking that he may not hold the dinner this year, as he has been so ill," remarked the young lady.
"He will never give that up, Alice, as long as he can hold anything; and he is almost well again, you know. Oh, yes; we shall have the dinner and the chimes also."
"I have never heard the chimes," she said. "They have not played since I came to Church Leet."
"They are to play this year," said Harry Carradyne. "But I don"t think my mother knows it."
"Is it true that Mrs. Carradyne does not like to hear the chimes? I seem to have gathered the idea, somehow," added Alice. But she received no answer.
Kate Danc.o.x was changeable as the ever-shifting sea. Delighted with the frock that was in process, she extended her approbation to its maker; and when Mrs. Ram, a homely workwoman, departed with her small bundle in her arms, it pleased the young lady to say she would attend her to her home. This involved the attendance of Miss West, who now found herself summoned to the charge.
Having escorted Mrs. Ram to her lowly door, and had innumerable intricate questions answered touching tr.i.m.m.i.n.gs and fringes, Miss Kate Danc.o.x, disregarding her governess altogether, flew back along the road with all the speed of her active limbs, and disappeared within the churchyard. At first Alice, who was growing tired and followed slowly, could not see her; presently, a desperate shriek guided her to an unfrequented corner where the graves were crowded. Miss Kate had come to grief in jumping over a tombstone, and bruised both her knees.
"There!" exclaimed Alice, sitting down on the stump of an old tree, close to the low wall. "You"ve hurt yourself now."
"Oh, it"s nothing," returned Kate, who did not make much of smarts. And she went limping away to Mr. Grame, then doing some light work in his garden.
Alice sat on where she was, reading the inscriptions on the tombstones; some of them so faint with time as to be hardly discernible. While standing up to make out one that seemed of a rather better cla.s.s than the rest, she observed Nancy Cale, the clerk"s wife, sitting in the church-porch and watching her attentively. The poor old woman had been ill for a long time, and Alice was surprised to see her out. Leaving the inscriptions, she went across the churchyard.
"Ay, my dear young lady, I be up again, and thankful enough to say it; and I thought as the day"s so fine, I"d step out a bit," she said, in answer to the salutation. An intelligent woman, and quite sufficiently cultivated for her work--cleaning the church and washing the parson"s surplices. "I thought John was in the church here, and came to speak to him; but he"s not, I find; the door"s locked."
"I saw John down by Mrs. Ram"s just now; he was talking to Nott, the carpenter," observed Alice. "Nancy, I was trying to make out some of those old names; but it is difficult to do so," she added, pointing to the crowded corner.
"Ay, I see, my dear," nodded Nancy. "_His_ be worn a"most right off. I think I"d have it done again, an I was you."
"Have what done again?"
"The name upon your poor papa"s gravestone."
"The _what_?" exclaimed Alice. And Nancy repeated her words.
Alice stared at her. Had Mrs. Cale"s wits vanished in her illness? "Do you know what you are saying, Nancy?" she cried; "I don"t. What had papa to do with this place? I think you must be wandering."
Nancy stared in her turn. "Sure, it"s not possible," she said slowly, beginning to put two and two together, "that you don"t know who you are, Miss West? That your papa died here? and lies buried here?"
Alice West turned white, and sat down on the opposite bench to Nancy.
She did know that her father had died at some small country living he held; but she never suspected that it was at Church Leet. Her mother had gone to London after his death, and set up a school--which succeeded well. But soon she died, and the ladies who took to the school before her death took to Alice with it. The child was still too young to be told by her mother of the serious past--or Mrs. West deemed her to be so. And she had grown up in ignorance of her father"s fate and of where he died.
"When we heard, me and John, that it was a Miss West who had come to the Hall to be governess to Parson Danc.o.x"s child, the name struck us both,"
went on Nancy. "Next we looked at your face, my dear, to trace any likeness there might be, and we thought we saw it--for you"ve got your papa"s eyes for certain. Then, one day when I was dusting in here, I let fall a hymn-book from the Hall pew; in picking it up it came open, and the name writ in it stared me in the face, "_Alice_ West." After that, we had no manner of doubt, him and me, and I"ve often wished to talk with you and tell you so. My dear, I"ve had you on my knee many a time when you were a little one."
Alice burst into tears of agitation. "I never knew it! I never knew it.
Dear Nancy, what did papa die of?"
"Ah, that was a sad piece of business--he was killed," said Nancy. And forthwith, rightly or wrongly, she, garrulous with old age, told all the history.
It was an exciting interview, lasting until the shades of evening surprised them. Miss Kate Danc.o.x might have gone roving to the other end of the globe, for all the attention given her just then. Poor Alice cried and sighed, and trembled inwardly and outwardly. "To think that it should just be to this place that I should come as governess, and to the house of Captain Monk!" she wailed. "Surely he did not _kill_ papa!--intentionally!"
"No, no; n.o.body has ever thought that," disclaimed Nancy. "The Captain is a pa.s.sionate man, as is well-known, and they quarrelled, and a hot blow, not intentional, must have been struck between "em. And all through them blessed chimes, Miss Alice! Not but that they be sweet to listen to--and they be going to ring again this New Year"s Eve."
Drawing her warm cloak about her, Nancy Cale set off towards her cottage. Alice West sat on in the sheltered porch, utterly bewildered.
Never in her life had she felt so agitated, so incapable of sound and sober thought. _Now_ it was explained why the bow-windowed sitting-room at the Vicarage would always strike her as being familiar to her memory; as though she had at some time known one that resembled it, or perhaps seen one like it in a dream.