"I make them b.u.t.ter with the aid of certain polite, perspiring, and I greatly fear, profane gentlemen." The Major"s smooth brow grew ruffled.
"Meaning whom, mam?"
"Well, to-day "twas Sir Benjamin Tripp, the Marquis, Sir Jasper Denholm and Mr. Marchdale. To see Sir Benjamin churning is--O "tis rare, "tis killing!" And my lady stood still the better to laugh.
"Sir Benjamin Tripp--churning?" exclaimed the Major.
"So hot--so scant o" breath!" she gurgled. "And his ruffles flip-flopping and his fine peruke all askew. To-morrow "twill be Lord Alvaston and Captain West and--O "twill be pure!" and once again she trilled with laughter until, beholding the Major"s expression, she stopped breathless and wiping her eyes on the back of slender hand like any rustic la.s.s. "Doth it not strike you as comical?" she demanded.
"O vastly!" said he, and sighed.
"If you had but seen Sir Benjamin, poor, dear, good creature--he did so blow and pant!"
"Extreme diverting!" admitted the Major and sighed again.
"And pray, Major d"Arcy, do you always utter deep-fetched and doleful breathings when amused? Smile, sir, this instant!" The Major obeyed, whereupon she shook critical head: ""Twas much like a grimace caused by an extreme anguish, but "twill serve for one so preternaturally grave as Major d"Arcy."
"Do I seem so grave, indeed?" he questioned wistfully.
"As the tomb, sir!" The Major blinked: walked a dozen yards or so in silence and sighed deeper than ever, strove to disguise it in a cough and failing, stood rueful. My lady stopped and faced him:
"Major John--Major d"Arcy, sir, look at me. Now prithee why all this windy woe, this sighful sorrow--what evil thought harrows your lofty serenity to-day?"
"I think," said he, hands tight-clenched upon his cane, "I am haunted by a certain evening in the Mall!"
"O? Indeed? The Mall?"
"Aye, my lady, the Mall." Slowly, slowly her red lips curved, her gaze sank beneath his.
"You mean, I think, when I wore----"
"I do!" said he hastily.
"So you have not forgot?"
"Would to heaven I might!"
"And prithee why?"
""Twas so unworthy your proud womanhood!"
My lady flushed, averted her head and walked on in a dignified silence until they reached the rustic bridge; here she paused to look down into the stilly pool.
"Heigho!" she sighed. The Major was silent and seeing how he frowned with his big chin out-thrust, she bit her lip and dimpled.
"The moon will be at the full to-night!" Still he didn"t speak. "And when the moon is full I always feel excessive feminine and vapourish!"
The Major, staring into the gloomy water, gloomed also. "And when I feel vapourish, chiding nauseates me and reproaches give me the megrims."
"I would not reproach you, child----"
"Ancient sir, I am not a child. And you do reproach me--you said "twas unworthy!"
"Aye, I said so," he admitted, keeping his gaze bent upon the sleepy pool, "I said so, my lady, because I would have you in all things most n.o.ble, most high and far removed "bove fear of reproach. Because I would have you worthy of all reverence."
"Alas!" she sighed, "here is a something trying role for a poor maid who chances to be very human flesh and blood!"
"And yet," said he in his grave, gentle voice, "knowing you flesh and blood, in my thought you were very nigh to divinity also."
"Were?" she questioned softly. "Is my poor divinity lost so soon?"
And her arm touched his upon the handrail. The Major sighed and immediately the arm withdrew itself and, before he could speak, she laughed, though her merriment rang a little hollow. "And forsooth is it so deep a sin, so black a crime to have ventured abroad in my brother"s clothes? And if it were, pray who is Major d"Arcy to sit in judgment? Am I dishonoured, smirched beyond redemption----"
"No--no----" he exclaimed.
"So stained, so steeped in depravity----"
"Ah no indeed!" he cried, "indeed madam--ah, Betty it was but that it seemed so--so----"
"So what, sir?"
"So--so--unmaidenly."
My lady Betty caught her breath in a gasp, her cheeks glowed hot and angry and she fronted him with head upflung.
"How dare you--how dare you think me so--speak me so!" Even as she spoke, proud colour ebbed, hot anger was ousted by cold disdain and he blenched before the scorn of her eyes; he grew humble, abject, reached out hands in supplication:
"My lady I--I--G.o.d knows I would not hurt you! Indeed I did but mean----"
"Enough sir, "tis sufficient!" said she disdainfully. "Major d"Arcy doth p.r.o.nounce me unmaidenly--O, "tis all-sufficing!" and, as she turned her back on him, her very garments seemed to radiate scorn unutterable.
"Stay!" he pleaded, as she moved away. "Ah, never leave me so---do but let me explain--hear me!"
"Be silent, sir!" she commanded, speaking over her shoulder, "I"ve heard enough, aye--enough for a lifetime!" And stepping from the bridge she turned aside into the wood; but there, his hand upon her arm arrested her.
"Child, whither go you?"
"Whereso I will, sir. A fair, good even to you and--good-bye!"
"Not through the wood, madam! There be rough folk about, the Sergeant tells me--gipsies, tramping folk and the like."
"O sir," she sighed, "I may prefer such to Major--Prudery--d"Arcy!" and setting aside a bramble-shoot she went on into the wood, and, when he would have followed, checked him with an imperious gesture. "Come no further, sir, here be thorns to spoil gay finery--and besides," she added, glancing back at him with merciless eyes, "your sober airs annoy me, your lofty virtue is an offence--pray suffer me to go alone!"
The Major flushed painfully, took off his hat and bowed.
"As you will, madam!" said he and, stepping aside, watched her go until the leaves had hidden her from sight. Then, putting on his hat, he took a score or so of slow strides away and as many slow strides back again, until, being come some little way in among the trees, he halted to listen. Faint and far he caught a rustle, a leafy stirring that told where she moved and, guided by this he began to follow into the depths of the wood. Suddenly he paused to listen intently, cane grasped in powerful fist, then hurried on at speed, choosing his way with quick, soldierly eye and making very little sound for all his haste and so reached a little clearing.
She stood, back set to a tree, hands gripping her basket, head erect and defiant but in her wide eyes a sickening fear as she fronted a tall, burly, gipsy-looking fellow who carried a k.n.o.bby bludgeon and whose eyes, heedful and deliberate, roved over her trembling loveliness and whose hairy lips curled as he slowly advanced. Then the Major stepped out from the leaves, his gait unhurried and limping a little as was usual. But at sight of him my lady, uttering a gasp, let fall her basket almost forgetting shuddering fear in amazement as she beheld the face that looked out between the precise curls of the Major"s great periwig. The gipsy fellow saw it also, and, reading its expression aright, sprang immediately to a defensive posture and spoke between a growl and a whine:
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