"I haven"t, I haven"t," Anthony whined.
"Drink, and be silent. You"ve robbed me, and you shall drink! and by heaven! if you resist, I"ll hand you over to bluer imps than you"ve ever dreamed of, old gentleman! You"ve robbed me, Mr. Hackbut. Drink! I tell you."
Anthony wept into his gla.s.s.
"That"s a trick I could never do," said Robert, eyeing the drip of the trembling old tear pitilessly. "Your health, Mr. Hackbut. You"ve robbed me of my sweetheart. Never mind. Life"s but the pop of a gun. Some of us flash in the pan, and they"re the only ones that do no mischief. You"re not one of them, sir; so you must drink, and let me see you cheerful."
By degrees, the wine stirred Anthony"s blood, and he chirped feebly, as one who half remembered that he ought to be miserable. Robert listened to his maundering account of his adventure with the Bank money, sternly replenishing his gla.s.s. His attention was taken by the sight of Dahlia stepping forth from a chemist"s shop in the street nearly opposite to the inn. "This is my medicine," said Robert; "and yours too," he addressed Anthony.
The sun had pa.s.sed its meridian when they went into the streets again.
Robert"s head was high as a c.o.c.k"s, and Anthony leaned on his arm; performing short half-circles headlong to the front, until the mighty arm checked and uplifted him. They were soon in the fields leading to Wrexby. Robert saw two female figures far ahead. A man was hastening to join them. The women started and turned suddenly: one threw up her hands, and darkened her face. It was in the pathway of a broad meadow, deep with gra.s.s, wherein the red sorrel topped the yellow b.u.t.tercup, like rust upon the season"s gold. Robert hastened on. He scarce at the moment knew the man whose shoulder he seized, but he had recognised Dahlia and Rhoda, and he found himself face to face with Sedgett.
"It"s you!"
"Perhaps you"ll keep your hands off; before you make sure, another time."
Robert said: "I really beg your pardon. Step aside with me."
"Not while I"ve a ha"p"orth o" brains in my noddle," replied Sedgett, drawling an imitation of his enemy"s courteous tone. "I"ve come for my wife. I"m just down by train, and a bit out of my way, I reckon.
I"m come, and I"m in a hurry. She shall get home, and have on her things--boxes packed, and we go."
Robert waved Dahlia and Rhoda to speed homeward. Anthony had fallen against the roots of a banking elm, and surveyed the scene with philosophic abstractedness. Rhoda moved, taking Dahlia"s hand.
"Stop," cried Sedgett. "Do you people here think me a fool? Eccles, you know me better "n that. That young woman"s my wife. I"ve come for her, I tell ye."
"You"ve no claim on her," Rhoda burst forth weakly, and quivered, and turned her eyes supplicatingly on Robert. Dahlia was a statue of icy fright.
"You"ve thrown her off, man, and sold what rights you had," said Robert, spying for the point of his person where he might grasp the wretch and keep him off.
"That don"t hold in law," Sedgett nodded. "A man may get in a pa.s.sion, when he finds he"s been cheated, mayn"t he?"
"I have your word of honour," said Rhoda; muttering, "Oh! devil come to wrong us!"
"Then, you shouldn"t ha" run ferreting down in my part o" the country.
You, or Eccles--I don"t care who "tis--you"ve been at my servants to get at my secrets. Some of you have. You"ve declared war. You"ve been trying to undermine me. That"s a breach, I call it. Anyhow, I"ve come for my wife. I"ll have her."
"None of us, none of us; no one has been to your house," said Rhoda, vehemently. "You live in Hampshire, sir, I think; I don"t know any more.
I don"t know where. I have not asked my sister. Oh! spare us, and go."
"No one has been down into your part of the country," said Robert, with perfect mildness.
To which Sedgett answered bluffly, "There ye lie, Bob Eccles;" and he was immediately felled by a tremendous blow. Robert strode over him, and taking Dahlia by the elbow, walked three paces on, as to set her in motion. "Off!" he cried to Rhoda, whose eyelids cowered under the blaze of his face.
It was best that her sister should be away, and she turned and walked swiftly, hurrying Dahlia, and touching her. "Oh! don"t touch my arm,"
Dahlia said, quailing in the fall of her breath. They footed together, speechless; taking the woman"s quickest gliding step. At the last stile of the fields, Rhoda saw that they were not followed. She stopped, panting: her heart and eyes were so full of that flaming creature who was her lover. Dahlia took from her bosom the letter she had won in the morning, and held it open in both hands to read it. The pause was short.
Dahlia struck the letter into her bosom again, and her starved features had some of the bloom of life. She kept her right hand in her pocket, and Rhoda presently asked,--
"What have you there?"
"You are my enemy, dear, in some things," Dahlia replied, a muscular shiver pa.s.sing over her.
"I think," said Rhoda, "I could get a little money to send you away.
Will you go? I am full of grief for what I have done. G.o.d forgive me."
"Pray, don"t speak so; don"t let us talk," said Dahlia.
Scorched as she felt both in soul and body, a touch or a word was a wound to her. Yet she was the first to resume: "I think I shall be saved. I can"t quite feel I am lost. I have not been so wicked as that."
Rhoda gave a loving answer, and again Dahlia shrank from the miserable comfort of words.
As they came upon the green fronting the iron gateway, Rhoda perceived that the board proclaiming the sale of Queen Anne"s Farm had been removed, and now she understood her father"s readiness to go up to Wrexby Hall. "He would sell me to save the farm." She reproached herself for the thought, but she could not be just; she had the image of her father plodding relentlessly over the burnt heath to the Hall, as conceived by her agonized sensations in the morning, too vividly to be just, though still she knew that her own indecision was to blame.
Master Gammon met them in the garden.
Pointing aloft, over the gateway, "That"s down," he remarked, and the three green front teeth of his quiet grin were stamped on the impressionable vision of the girls in such a way that they looked at one another with a bare bitter smile. Once it would have been mirth.
"Tell father," Dahlia said, when they were at the back doorway, and her eyes sparkled piteously, and she bit on her underlip. Rhoda tried to detain her; but Dahlia repeated, "Tell father," and in strength and in will had become more than a match for her sister.
CHAPTER XLV
Rhoda spoke to her father from the doorway, with her hand upon the lock of the door.
At first he paid little attention to her, and, when he did so, began by saying that he hoped she knew that she was bound to have the young squire, and did not intend to be prankish and wilful; because the young squire was eager to settle affairs, that he might be settled himself.
"I don"t deny it"s honour to us, and it"s a comfort," said the farmer.
"This is the first morning I"ve thought easily in my chair for years.
I"m sorry about Robert, who"s a twice unlucky "un; but you aimed at something higher, I suppose."
Rhoda was prompted to say a word in self-defence, but refrained, and again she told Dahlia"s story, wondering that her father showed no excitement of any kind. On the contrary, there was the dimple of one of his voiceless chuckles moving about the hollow of one cheek, indicating some slow contemplative action that was not unpleasant within. He said: "Ah! well, it"s very sad;--that is, if "tis so," and no more, for a time.
She discovered that he was referring to her uncle Anthony, concerning whose fortunate position in the world, he was beginning to entertain some doubts. "Or else," said the farmer, with a tap on his forehead, "he"s going here. It "d be odd after all, if commercially, as he "d call it, his despised brother-in-law--and I say it in all kindness--should turn out worth, not exactly millions, but worth a trifle."
The farmer nodded with an air of deprecating satisfaction.
Rhoda did not gain his ear until, as by an instinct, she perceived what interest the story of her uncle and the money-bags would have for him.
She related it, and he was roused. Then, for the third time, she told him of Dahlia.
Rhoda saw her father"s chest grow large, while his eyes quickened with light. He looked on her with quite a strange face. Wrath, and a revived apprehension, and a fixed will were expressed in it, and as he catechized her for each particular of the truth which had been concealed from him, she felt a respectfulness that was new in her personal sensations toward her father, but it was at the expense of her love.
When he had heard and comprehended all, he said, "Send the girl down to me."
But Rhoda pleaded, "She is too worn, she is tottering. She cannot endure a word on this; not even of kindness and help."
"Then, you," said the farmer, "you tell her she"s got a duty"s her first duty now. Obedience to her husband! Do you hear? Then, let her hear it.
Obedience to her husband! And welcome"s the man when he calls on me.
He"s welcome. My doors are open to him. I thank him. I honour him. I bless his name. It"s to him I owe--You go up to her and say, her father owes it to the young man who"s married her that he can lift up his head.
Go aloft. Ay! for years I"ve been suspecting something of this. I tell ye, girl, I don"t understand about church doors and castin" of her off--he"s come for her, hasn"t he? Then, he shall have her. I tell ye, I don"t understand about money: he"s married her. Well, then, she"s his wife; and how can he bargain not to see her?"