But for the outer world, for men and women who were not lucky enough to be lawyers, witnesses, jurymen, or high sheriff, there was no means of hearing and seeing the events of this stirring day except what might be obtained by exercise of an almost unlimited patience.
There had been much doubt as to what arrangement for her attendance at the court it might be best for Lady Mason to make, and some difficulty too as to who should decide as to these arrangements.
Mr. Aram had been down more than once, and had given a hint that it would be well that something should be settled. It had ended in his settling it himself,--he, with the a.s.sistance of Mrs. Orme. What would Sir Peregrine have said had he known that on any subject these two had been leagued in council together?
"She can go from hence in a carriage--a carriage from the inn," Mrs.
Orme had said.
"Certainly, certainly; a carriage from the inn; yes. But in the evening, ma"am?"
"When the trial is over?" said Mrs. Orme, inquiring from him his meaning.
"We can hardly expect that it shall be over in one day, ma"am. She will continue to be on bail, and can return home. I will see that she is not annoyed as she leaves the town."
"Annoyed?" said Mrs. Orme.
"By the people I mean."
"Will there be anything of that, sir?" she asked, turning pale at the idea. "I shall be with her, you know."
"Through the whole affair, ma"am?"
"Yes, through the whole affair."
"They"ll want to have a look at her of course; but,--Mrs. Orme, we"ll see that you are not annoyed. Yes; she had better come back home the first day. The expense won"t be much; will it?"
"Oh no," said Mrs. Orme. "I must return home, you know. How many days will it be, sir?"
"Well, perhaps two,--perhaps three. It may run on all the week. Of course you know, Mrs. Orme--"
"Know what?" she asked.
"When the trial is over, if--if it should go against us,--then you must return alone."
And so the matter had been settled, and Mr. Aram himself had ordered the carriage from the inn. Sir Peregrine"s carriage would have been at their disposal,--or rather Mrs. Orme"s own carriage; but she had felt that The Cleeve arms on The Cleeve panels would be out of place in the streets of Hamworth on such an occasion. It would of course be impossible that she should not be recognised in the court, but she would do as little as possible to proclaim her own presence.
When the morning came, the very morning of the terrible day, Mrs.
Orme came down early from her room, as it was necessary that she should breakfast two hours before the usual time. She had said nothing of this to Sir Peregrine, hoping that she might have been able to escape in the morning without seeing him. She had told her son to be there; but when she made her appearance in the breakfast parlour, she found that his grandfather was already with him. She sat down and took her cup of tea almost in silence, for they all felt that on such a morning much speech was impossible for them.
"Edith, my dear," said the baronet, "you had better eat something.
Think of the day that is before you."
"Yes, father, I have," said she, and she lifted a morsel of bread to her mouth.
"You must take something with you," said he, "or you will be faint in the court. Have you thought how many hours you will be there?"
"I will see to that," said Peregrine, speaking with a stern decision in his voice that was by no means natural to him.
"Will you be there, Perry?" said his mother.
"Of course I shall. I will see that you have what you want. You will find that I will be near you."
"But how will you get in, my boy?" asked his grandfather.
"Let me alone for that. I have spoken to the sheriff already. There is no knowing what may turn up; so if anything does turn up you may be sure that I am near you."
Then another slight attempt at eating was made, the cup of tea was emptied, and the breakfast was finished. "Is the carriage there, Perry?" asked Mrs. Orme.
"Yes; it is at the door."
"Good-bye, father; I am so sorry to have disturbed you."
"Good-bye, Edith; G.o.d bless you, and give you strength to bear it.
And, Edith--"
"Sir?" and she held his hand as he whispered to her.
"Say to her a word of kindness from me;--a word of kindness. Tell her that I have forgiven her, but tell her also that man"s forgiveness will avail her nothing."
"Yes, father, I will."
"Teach her where to look for pardon. But tell her all the same that I have forgiven her."
And then he handed her into the carriage. Peregrine, as he stood aside, had watched them as they whispered, and to his mind also as he followed them to the carriage a suspicion of what the truth might be now made its way. Surely there would be no need of all this solemn mourning if she were innocent. Had she been esteemed as innocent, Sir Peregrine was not the man to believe that any jury of his countrymen could find her guilty. Had this been the reason for that sudden change,--for that breaking off of the intended marriage? Even Peregrine, as he went down the steps after his mother, had begun to suspect the truth; and we may say that he was the last within all that household who did so. During the last week every servant at The Cleeve had whispered to her fellow-servant that Lady Mason had forged the will.
"I shall be near you, mother," said Peregrine as he put his hand into the carriage; "remember that. The judge and the other fellows will go out in the middle of the day to get a gla.s.s of wine. I"ll have something for both of you near the court."
Poor Mrs. Orme as she pressed her son"s hand felt much relieved by the a.s.surance. It was not that she feared anything, but she was going to a place that was absolutely new to her,--to a place in which the eyes of many would be fixed on her,--to a place in which the eyes of all would be fixed on the companion with whom she would be joined.
Her heart almost sank within her as the carriage drove away. She would be alone till she reached Orley Farm, and there she would take up not only Lady Mason, but Mr. Aram also. How would it be with them in that small carriage while Mr. Aram was sitting opposite to them?
Mrs. Orme by no means regretted this act of kindness which she was doing, but she began to feel that the task was not a light one. As to Mr. Aram"s presence in the carriage, she need have been under no uneasiness. He understood very well when his presence was desirable, and also when it was not desirable.
When she arrived at the door of Orley Farm house she found Mr. Aram waiting there to receive her. "I am sorry to say," said he, raising his hat, "that Lady Mason"s son is to accompany us."
"She did not tell me," said Mrs. Orme, not understanding why this should make him sorry.
"It was arranged between them last night, and it is very unfortunate.
I cannot explain this to her; but perhaps--"
"Why is it unfortunate, sir?"
"Things will be said which--which--which would drive me mad if they were said about my mother." And immediately there was a touch of sympathy between the high-bred lady and the Old Bailey Jew lawyer.
"Yes, yes," said Mrs. Orme. "It will be dreadful."
"And then if they find her guilty! It may be so, you know. And how is he to sit there and hear the judge"s charge;--and then the verdict, and the sentence. If he is there he cannot escape. I"ll tell you what, Mrs. Orme; he should not be there at all."
But what could she do? Had it been possible that she should be an hour alone with Lady Mason, she would have explained all this to her,--or if not all, would have explained much of it. But now, with no minutes to spare, how could she make this understood? "But all that will not come to-day, will it, sir?"
"Not all,--not the charge or the verdict. But he should not be there even to-day. He should have gone away; or if he remained at home, he should not have shown himself out of the house."