"You can make all your preparations at Fellside," answered his wife, resolutely. "I have seen Messrs. Rigby and Rider, and your own particular ally, Rigby, will go to you at Fellside whenever you want him."
"That is not like my being on the spot," said his lordship, nervously, evidently much disconcerted by her ladyship"s firmness, but too feeble in mind and body for a prolonged contest.
"I ought to be on the spot. I am not without influence; I have friends, men in power."
"Surely you are not going to appeal to friendship in order to vindicate your honour. These charges are true or false. If they are false your own manhood, your own rect.i.tude, can face them and trample upon them, unaided by back-stairs influence. If they are true, no one can help you."
"I think you, at least, ought to know that they are as false as h.e.l.l,"
retorted the Earl, with an attempt to maintain his dignity.
"I have acted as if I so believed," replied his wife. "I have lived as if there were no such slanders in the air. I have steadily ignored every report, every insinuation--have held my head as high as if I knew you were immaculate."
"I expected as much from you," answered the Earl, coolly. "If I had not known you were a woman of sense I should not have married you."
This was his utmost expression of grat.i.tude. His next remarks had reference solely to his own comfort. Where were his rooms? at what hour were they to dine? And hereupon he rang for his valet, a German Swiss, and a servant out of a thousand.
CHAPTER III.
ON THE WRONG ROAD.
Lord and Lady Maulevrier left Southampton next morning, posting. They took two servants in the rumble, Steadman and the footman. Steadman was to valet his lordship, the footman to be useful in all emergencies of the journey. The maid and the valet were to travel by heavy coach, with the luggage--her ladyship dispensing with all personal attendance during the journey.
The first day took them to Rugby, whither they travelled across country by Wallingford and Oxford. The second day took them to Lichfield. Lord Maulevrier was out of health and feeble, and grumbled a good deal about the fatigue of the journey, the badness of the weather, which was dull and cold, east winds all day, and a light frost morning and night. As they progressed northward the sky looked grayer, the air became more biting. His lordship insisted upon the stages being shortened. He lay in bed at his hotel till noon, and was seldom ready to start till two o"clock. He could see no reason for haste; the winter would be long enough in all conscience at Fellside. He complained of mysterious aches and pains, described himself in the presence of hotel-keepers and headwaiters as a ma.s.s of maladies. He was nervous, irritable, intensely disagreeable. Lady Maulevrier bore his humours with unwavering patience, and won golden opinions from all sorts of people by her devotion to a husband whose blighted name was the common talk of England. Everybody, even in distant provincial towns, had heard of the scandal against the Governor of Madras; and everybody looked at the sallow, faded Anglo-Indian with morbid curiosity. His lordship, sensitive on all points touching his own ease and comfort, was keenly conscious of this unflattering inquisitiveness.
The journey, protracted by Lord Maulevrier"s languor and ill-health, dragged its slow length along for nearly a fortnight; until it seemed to Lady Maulevrier as if they had been travelling upon those dismal, flat, unpicturesque roads for months. Each day was so horribly like yesterday.
The same hedgerows and flat fields, and pa.s.sing glimpse of river or ca.n.a.l. The same absence of all beauty in the landscape--the same formal hotel rooms, and smirking landladies--and so on till they came to Lancaster, after which the country became more interesting--hills arose in the background. Even the smoky manufacturing towns through which they pa.s.sed without stopping, were less abominable than the level monotony of the Midland counties.
But now as they drew nearer the hills the weather grew colder, snow was spoken of, and when they got into Westmoreland the mountain-peaks gleamed whitely against a lead-coloured sky.
"You ought not to have brought me here in such weather," complained the Earl, shivering in his sables, as he sat in his corner of the travelling chariot, looking discontentedly at the gloomy landscape. "What is to become of us if we are caught in a snowstorm?"
"We shall have no snow worth talking about before we are safely housed at Fellside, and then we can defy the elements," said Lady Maulevrier, coolly.
They slept that night at Oxenholme, and started next morning, under a clean, bright sky, intending to take luncheon at Windermere, and to be at home by nightfall.
But by the time they got to Windermere the sky had changed to a dark grey, and the people at the hotel prophesied a heavy fall before night, and urged the Earl and Countess to go no further that day. The latter part of the road to Fellside was rough and hilly. If there should be a snowstorm the horses would never be able to drag the carriage up the steepest bit of the way. Here, however, Lord Maulevrier"s obstinacy came into play. He would not endure another night at an hotel so near his own house. He was sick to death of travelling, and wanted to be at rest among comfortable surroundings.
"It was murder to bring me here," he said to his wife. "If I had gone to Hastings I should have been a new man by this time. As it is I am a great deal worse than when I landed."
Everyone at the hotel noticed his lordship"s white and haggard looks. He had been known there as a young man in the bloom of health and strength, and his decay was particularly obvious to these people.
"I saw death in his face," the landlord said, afterwards.
Every one, even her ladyship"s firmness and good sense, gave way before the invalid"s impatience. At three in the afternoon they left the hotel, with four horses, to make the remaining nineteen miles of the way in one stage. They had not been on the road half an hour before the snow began to fall thickly, whitening everything around them, except the lake, which showed a dark leaden surface at the bottom of the slope along the edge of which they were travelling. Too sullen for speech, Lord Maulevrier sat back in his corner, with his sable cloak drawn up to his chin, his travelling cap covering head and ears, his eyes contemplating the whitening world with a weary anger. His wife watched the landscape as long as she could, but the snow soon began to darken all the air, and she could see nothing save that blank blinding fall.
Half-way to Fellside there was a point where two roads met, one leading towards Grasmere, the other towards the village of Great Langdale, a cl.u.s.ter of humble habitations in the heart of the hills. When the horses had struggled as far as this point, the snow was six inches deep on the road, and made a thick curtain around them as it fell. By this time the Earl had dozed off to sleep.
He woke an hour after, let down the window, which let in a snow-laden gust, and tried to pierce the gloom without.
"As black as Erebus!" he exclaimed, "but we ought to be close at home by this time. Yes, thank G.o.d, there are the lights."
The carriage drew up a minute afterwards, and Steadman came to the door.
"Very sorry, my lord. The horses must have taken a wrong turn after we crossed the bridge. And now the men say they can"t go back to Fellside unless we can get fresh horses; and I"m afraid there"s no chance of that here."
"Here!" exclaimed the Earl, "what do you mean by here? Where the devil are we?"
"Great Langdale, my lord."
A door opened and let out a flood of light--the red light of a wood fire, the pale flame of a candle--upon the snowy darkness, revealing the panelled hall of a neat little rustic inn: an eight-day clock ticking in the corner, a black and white sheep-dog coming out at his master"s heels to investigate the travellers. To the right of the door showed the light of a window, sheltered by a red curtain, behind which the chiefs of the village were enjoying their evening.
"Have you any post-horses?" asked the Earl, discontentedly, as the landlord stood on the threshold, shading the candle with his hand. "No, sir. We don"t keep post-horses."
"Of course not. I knew as much before I asked," said the Earl.
"We are fixed in this dismal hole for the night, I suppose. How far are we from Fellside?"
"Seven miles," answered the landlord. "I beg your pardon, my lord; I didn"t know it was your lordship," he added, hurriedly. "We"re in sore trouble, and it makes a man daft-like; but if there"s anything we can do----"
"Is there no hope of getting on, Steadman?" asked the Earl, cutting short these civilities.
"Not with these horses, my lord."
"And you hear we can"t get any others. Is there any farmer about here who could lend us a pair of carriage horses?"
The landlord knew of no such person.
"Then we must stop here till to-morrow morning. What infernal fools those post-boys must be," protested Lord Maulevrier.
James Steadman apologised for the postilions, explaining that when they came to the critical point of their journey, where the road branched off to the Langdales, the snow was falling so thickly, the whole country was so hidden in all-pervading whiteness, that even he, who knew the way so well, could give no help to the drivers. He could only trust to the instinct of local postilions and local horses; and instinct had proved wrong.
The travellers alighted, and were ushered into a not uncomfortable-looking parlour; very low as to the ceiling, very old-fashioned as to the furniture, but spotlessly clean, and enlivened by a good fire, to which his lordship drew near, shivering and muttering discontentedly to himself.
"We might be worse off," said her ladyship, looking round the bright little room, which pleased her better than many a state apartment in the large hotels at which they had stopped.
"Hardly, unless we were out on the moor," grumbled her husband. "I am sick to death of this ill-advised, unreasonable journey. I am at a loss to imagine your motive in bringing me here. You must have had a motive."
"I had," answered Lady Maulevrier, with a freezing look. "I wanted to get you out of the way. I told you that plainly enough at Southampton."
"I don"t see why I should be hurried away and hidden," said Lord Maulevrier. "I must face my accusers, sooner or later."
"Of course. The day of reckoning must come. But in the meantime have you no delicacy? Do you want to be pointed at everywhere?"
"All I know is that I am very ill," answered her husband, "and that this wretched journey has made me twenty years older."