Lucy stood at the turn of the road, watching the horses and the riders, till they had disappeared, and then she returned to the house with Mary, like the child, too happy to speak. They reached the house together, and were met by Mrs Forrester.
She had heard of Mr Sidney"s visit, and had hastened upstairs to exchange her coa.r.s.e homespun for a gown of grey taffeta and a kirtle of the same colour; a large white cap or hood was set a little awry on her thin, grey hair.
"You might have had the grace to ask Mr Sidney to step in," she said sharply to Mary Gifford. "It is ill manners to stand chaffering outside when the mistress of a house would fain offer a cup of mead to her guest.
But I never look for aught but uncivil conduct from either of you. What are you pranked out for like this?" she asked, addressing Lucy.
"I am going to sup with Mistress Ratcliffe. You needn"t look so cross. I sha"n"t trouble you long. I am going to Court with my Lady Pembroke, and I may never darken your doors again."
"You"ll get into mischief like your sister before you, I"ll warrant, and if you do, don"t come back here, for I"ll shut the door in your face, as sure as my name is Anne Forrester."
"Have no fear," Lucy said. "I am away now by the path across the hills."
"Nay, Lucy!" Mary exclaimed. "Nay, by the highway is best. The hill path is lonesome. Stay, Lucy."
But Lucy was gone, and Mary, looking after her retreating figure, could not gainsay Mistress Forrester, as she said,--
"Wilful, headstrong little baggage, she will rue her behaviour some fine day, as you have done."
"Mother," Mary Gifford said, in a troubled voice, "do not be for ever reproaching me in the hearing of others, it is cruel. It may be better for you and for me if I leave my father"s house, and seek some humble refuge with my boy."
But this did not suit Mistress Forrester"s views. Mary Gifford was far too useful to her. She could write, and manage the accounts of the farm; she could, by a few calm words, effect more with lazy or careless serving men and maids than their mistress did by scolding and reproofs, often accompanied with a box on the ear or a sharp blow across the shoulder to enforce what she said.
It would not answer Mistress Forrester"s purpose to let Mary Gifford go, so she said,--
"Hoity, toity! don"t talk like that. It"s folly to say you will leave a good home when you have no home to go to. Bide here, and let bygones be bygones. I am ready to be friendly if you"ll let me. I must away now to see about the two sick lambs; it"s all along of the shepherd"s ill treatment of the ewe that I am like to lose "em."
Mistress Forrester bustled away, and Mary Gifford was left with Ambrose, who was making a hobbyhorse of a thick stick, scampering up and down, and calling out,--
"Gee-up, Hero! I"m off to the fight with Mr Sidney."
Mary looked at the boy with a strange, wistful smile.
"Poor child!" she murmured, "poor child! he hath no young comrades with whom to make merry. It is well he can be so jocund and happy. It is true what Mistress Gifford saith, I have no home, and I must bide quietly here, for the boy is safe, and who can tell to what danger I might not expose him if I ventured forth with him into the world again."
Lucy Forrester went gaily across the open ground, fearless of any danger from horned cattle, of which there were several feeding on the short sweet gra.s.s.
She sang as she went, out of the gladness of her heart; triumph, too, mingled with the gladness.
How surprised Mistress Ratcliffe would be to hear she was to be a waiting-woman to my lady the Countess of Pembroke. George had thought of asking his mother to take her to London. Humphrey had spoken of a corner being found for her. Now, what did it matter whether Mistress Ratcliffe consented or not to her son"s desire. She had no need to be beholden to her. She would be lodged in a grand house, and have a place with the ladies of the Countess"s household.
Remembering how Mistress Ratcliffe had often looked down upon her and Mary, it was a keen delight to her to feel how chagrined she would be at her unexpected good fortune.
It was not absolutely settled yet, but she was sure Mary would give consent, and, on the morrow, after service in the church, she would be admitted to the grand house at Penshurst, and see the Countess herself, and perhaps Mr Philip Sidney.
Perched on a stile to rest, Lucy indulged in a prolonged meditation on the fair prospect which had so unexpectedly opened before her. Of course Mary would make no real objection. No one ever did resist Mr Philip Sidney"s will, and it was he had proposed the scheme, and he wished her to be one of his sister"s waiting-women.
This gave the poor, little fluttering heart the most intense pleasure, which she could scarcely dare to acknowledge, even to herself. Still, had not Mr Sidney come to offer the coveted place to her--come himself? And had he not beamed on her with his beautiful smile? Yes, and with admiring eyes!
How long Lucy might have indulged in these thoughts it is impossible to say, had she not been suddenly conscious that she was not alone.
Stealthy footsteps were heard approaching from behind, and, turning her head, she saw a tall man, wearing a long cloak, much the worse for wear, and a hat, with neither band nor feather, pulled down over his eyes.
Lucy started, and jumped from the stile, her heart beating violently, and her face, which a few moments before had been radiant with pleasure, pale and frightened.
"Whither away, little maiden; why so scared?" the man said. "I mean no harm. See!" he said, taking a rosary from under his cloak, "see, I kiss the blessed cross, in token that you need not fear. I am a poor Catholic, hiding from persecutors, wandering about and living in dens and caves of the earth."
Lucy had, in her short life, heard nothing but condemnation of Papists.
When she thought of them at all, it was with horror, and her knees trembled under her, and her voice was scarcely audible as she said,--
"Prithee, sir, suffer me to pa.s.s."
"On one condition. You know a house called Ford Place?"
"Ay, sir, I do; and I will run back thither and--"
"You will _not_ do so, little maiden; you will tell me how it fares with a gentlewoman there, called Mary Gifford?"
"She is well, sir; she is--"
"Hearken! She has a boy named Ambrose. I would fain see him. Bring him hither to me, and I will call on all the saints to bless you. Our Lady shall watch over you and grant you your heart"s desire."
"I cannot do it, sir; I dare not! Let me pa.s.s. If you would fain see the boy, go to the house."
"And be seized and taken off before the grand folk down yonder and imprisoned, and, it may be, tortured. Hearken," he went on, bringing his face unpleasantly near Lucy"s, "hearken, I can call down blessings on you, but I can call down bitter curses also. Your heart"s desire shall be denied you, you shall eat the bread of affliction and drink the water of tears, if you betray me. If you keep my secret, and let me see that boy, blessings shall be showered on you; choose now."
Poor Lucy was but a child, she had scarcely counted out sixteen years. This strange man, with his keen dark eyes gleaming under the black cap and looking as if they read her very soul, seemed to get her into his power.
She was faint with terror, and looked round in vain for help, for some one to come who would deliver her from her trouble.
With a cry of delight she sprang again on the topmost rung of the stile, as she saw George Ratcliffe"s giant form appearing in the distance on the slope of a rising ground.
The hillside was covered in this part with great hillocks of heather and gorse.
Apparently her persecutor had also caught sight of the approaching figure, for he relaxed his hold on her wrist, which he had seized as she had sprung up on the stile, and, looking back when she had run some distance towards George, she saw that the man had disappeared.
"George! George!" she cried, as he came with great strides towards her, and, to his intense satisfaction, even in his dismay at her apparent distress, threw herself into his arms. "George! a dreadful man, a Papist, has scared me. He will curse me, George. Oh! it is terrible to be cursed.
Save me from him."
George looked about in bewilderment.
"I see no man. There is no one near, Lucy. I see no one."
"Did you not see him as you came in sight?"
"Nay, I was thinking only of you, and hoping to meet you on your way. I saw no man, nor did I see you till I had come up yonder rising ground, just as you mounted the stile. Be not so distressed," George said, "we will scour the country for the villain, for villain he must be if he is a Papist; but come now with me. My mother is well-pleased that you should sup with us.
Oh! Lucy," George said, with lover-like earnestness, "smile again, I pray you, it goes to my heart to see you thus scared, though without reason, I trust. Will it please you to stay here, while I go and unearth the wretch, and belabour him till there is no breath left in him."
"No, no, George, don"t leave me. I should fear to be left alone. Don"t, don"t leave me."