If the priest had not been still half stupid with sleep and indigestion, and standing in the full blaze of this hot sun, he might have been rather struck by this last sentence. But he did have those disadvantages, and he saw in it nothing but insolence.
He laughed again, shortly and angrily.
"I"m amazed at your cheek," he said. "No, certainly not! And you"d better learn manners before you beg again."
Then he banged the door.
About ten minutes later he woke up from a doze, very wide awake indeed, and looked round. There lay on the table by him a Dutch cheese, a large crusty piece of bread and some very soft salt b.u.t.ter in a saucer. There was also a good gla.s.s of beer left--not claret-cup--in a gla.s.s jug, very much as Frank had pictured it.
He got up and went out to the street door, shading his eyes against the sun. But the street lay hot and dusty in the afternoon light, empty from end to end, except for a cat, nose in tail, coiled on the grocery door-step.
Then he saw two children, in white frocks, appear round a corner, and he remembered that it was close on time for Catechism.
CHAPTER VI
(I)
About the time that Frank was coming into the village where the priest lived, Jenny had just finished lunch with her father. She took a book, two cigarettes, a small silver matchbox and a j.a.panese fan, and went out into the garden. She had no duties this afternoon; she had played the organ admirably at the morning service, and would play it equally admirably at the evening service. The afternoon devotions in the little hot Sunday school--she had decided, in company with her father a year or two ago--and the management of the children, were far better left in the professional hands of the schoolmistress.
She went straight out of the drawing-room windows, set wide and shaded by awnings, and across the lawn to the seat below the ancient yews.
There she disposed herself, with her feet up, lit a cigarette, buried the match and began to read.
She had not heard from Frank for nearly three weeks; his last communication had been a picture postcard of Selby Abbey, with the initial "F" neatly printed at the back. But she was not very greatly upset. She had written her letter as she had promised, and had heard from Jack Kirkby, to whose care she sent it, that he had no idea of Frank"s whereabouts, and that he would send on the letter as soon as he knew more. She supposed that Frank would communicate with her again as soon as he thought proper.
Other circ.u.mstances to be noted were that d.i.c.k had gone back to town some while ago, but would return almost immediately now for the grouse-shooting; that Archie and Lord Talgarth were both up at the house--indeed, she had caught sight of them in the red-curtained chancel-pew this morning, and had exchanged five words with them both after the service--and that in all other respects other things were as they had been a month ago.
The Dean of Trinity had telegraphed in great dismay on the morning following his first communication that Frank had gone, and that no one had the slightest idea of his destination; he had asked whether he should put detectives on the track, and had been bidden, in return, politely but quite firmly, to mind his own business and leave Lord Talgarth"s younger son to Lord Talgarth.
It was a sleepy afternoon, even up here among the hills, and Jenny had not read many pages before she became aware of it. The Rectory garden was an almost perfect place for a small doze; the yews about her made a grateful shade, and the limes behind them even further cooled the air, and, when the breeze awoke, as one talking in his sleep, the sound about her was as of gentle rain. The air was bright and dusty with insects; from the limes overhead, the geranium beds, and the orchard fifty yards away, came the steady murmur of bees and flies.
Jenny woke up twenty minutes later with a sudden start, and saw someone standing almost over her. She threw her feet down, still bewildered by the sudden change and the glare on which she opened her eyes, and perceived that it was Jack Kirkby, looking very dusty and hot.
"I am so sorry," said Jack apologetically, "but I was told you were out here."
She did not know Jack very well, though she had known him a long time.
She looked upon him as a pleasant sort of boy whom she occasionally met at lawn-tennis parties and flower shows, and things like that, and she knew perfectly how to talk to young men.
"How nice of you to came over," she said. "Did you bicycle? Have something to drink?"
She made room for him on the seat and held out her second cigarette.
"It"s your last," said Jack.
"I"ve lots more in the house."
She watched him as he lit it, and as the last shreds of sleep rolled away, put the obvious question.
"You"ve news of Frank?"
Jack threw away the match and drew two or three draughts of smoke before answering.
"Yes," he said.
"Where is he?"
"He gave an address at York, though he wasn"t there when he wrote. I sent your letter on there yesterday."
"Oh I did he give any account of himself?"
Jack looked at her.
"Well, he did. I"ve come about that. It"s not very pleasant."
"Is he ill?" asked Jenny sharply.
"Oh, no; not at all; at least, he didn"t say so."
"What"s the matter, then?"
Jack fumbled in his breast-pocket and drew out a letter, which he held a moment before unfolding.
"I think you"d better read what he says, Miss Launton. It isn"t pleasant, but it"s all over now. I thought I"d better tell you that first."
She held out her hand without speaking.
Jack gave it her, and addressed himself carefully to his cigarette. He didn"t like this kind of thing at all, he wished Frank wouldn"t give him unpleasant commissions. But, of course, it had to be done. He looked out at the lawn and the sleepy house, but was aware of nothing except the girl beside him in her white dress and the letter in her hands. When she had finished it, she turned back and read it again. Then she remained perfectly still, with the letter held on her knee.
"Poor, dear old boy!" she said suddenly and quietly.
An enormous wave of relief rolled up and enveloped Jack. He had been exceedingly uncomfortable this morning, ever since the letter had come.
His first impulse had been to ride over instantly after breakfast; then he had postponed it till lunch; then he had eaten some cold beef about half-past twelve and come straight away. He told himself he must give her plenty of time to write by the late Sunday night post.
He had not exactly distrusted Jenny; Frank"s confidence was too overwhelming and too infectious. But he had reflected that it was not a wholly pleasant errand to have to inform a girl that her lover had been in prison for a fortnight. But the tone in which she had just said those four words was so serene and so compa.s.sionate that he was completely rea.s.sured. This really was a fine creature, he said to himself.
"I"m extraordinarily glad you take it like that," he said.
Jenny looked at him out of her clear, direct eyes.
"You didn"t suppose I should abuse him, did you?... How exactly like Frank! I suppose he did it to save some blackguard or other."
"I expect that was it," said Jack.