And underneath it stood a gold cabinet, lacquered by Martin"s inimitable hand, in the centre of which was set a medallion of porcelain, with the head in dark blue of his Majesty, Charles the First. The chairs and lounges were marquetry,--satin-wood and mahogany,--with seats and backs of blue brocade. The floor was polished to the degree of danger, and on the walls hung a portrait by Van Dycke, another, of a young girl, by Richardson, a landscape by the Dutch artist Ruysdael, and a water-colour by Zaccarelli.
I had lived for four months the roughest of lives, and the room brought before me so sharply the contrast between my estate and the grandeur and elegance in which Dorothy lived, that my spirits fell as I looked about me. In front of me was a vase of flowers, and beside them on the table lay a note "To Miss Manners, in Arlington Street," and sealed with a ducal crest. I was unconsciously turning it over, when something impelled me to look around. There, erect in the doorway, stood Dolly, her eyes so earnestly fixed upon me that I dropped the letter with a start. A faint colour mounted to her crown of black hair.
"And so you have come, Richard," she said. Her voice was low, and tho"
there was no anger in it, the tone seemed that of reproach. I wondered whether she thought the less of me for coming.
"Can you blame me for wishing to see you before I leave, Dolly?" I cried, and crossed quickly over to her.
But she drew a step backward.
"Then it is true that you are going," said she, this time with a plain note of coldness.
"I must, Dorothy."
"When?"
"As soon as I can get pa.s.sage."
She pa.s.sed me and seated herself on the lounge, leaving me to stand like a lout before her, ashamed of my youth and of the clumsiness of my great body.
"Ah, Richard," she laughed, "confess to your old play mate! I should like to know how many young men of wealth and family would give up the pleasures of a London season were there not a strong attraction in Maryland."
How I longed to tell her that I would give ten years of my life to remain in England: that duty to John Paul took me home. But I was dumb.
"We should make a macaroni of you to amaze our colony," said Dolly, lightly, as I sat down a great distance away; "to accept my schooling were to double your chances when you return, Richard. You should have cards to everything, and my Lord Comyn or Mr. Fox or some one would introduce you at the clubs. I vow you would be a sensation, with your height and figure. You should meet all the beauties of England, and perchance," she added mischievously, "perchance you might be taking one home with you."
"Nay, Dolly," I answered; "I am not your match in jesting."
"Jesting!" she exclaimed, "I was never more sober. But where is your captain?"
I said that I hoped that John Paul would be there shortly.
"How fanciful he is! And his conversation,--one might think he had acquired the art at Marly or in the Fauxbourg. In truth, he should have been born on the far side of the Channel. And he has the air of the great man," said she, glancing up at ms, covertly. "For my part, I prefer a little more bluntness."
I was nettled at the speech. Dorothy had ever been quick to seize upon and ridicule the vulnerable oddities of a character, and she had all the contempt of the great lady for those who tried to scale by pleasing arts. I perceived with regret that she had taken a prejudice.
"There, Dorothy," I cried, "not even you shall talk so of the captain.
For you have seen him at his worst. There are not many, I warrant you, born like him a poor gardener"s son who rise by character and ability to be a captain at three and twenty. And he will be higher yet. He has never attended any but a parish school, and still has learning to astonish Mr. Walpole, learning which he got under vast difficulties. He is a gentleman, I say, far above many I have known, and he is a man.
If you would know a master, you should see him on his own ship. If you would know a gentleman, you have been with me in his mother"s cottage."
And, warming as I talked, I told her of that saddest of all homecomings to the little cabin under Criffel"s height.
Small wonder that I adored Dorothy!
Would that I could paint her moods, that I might describe the strange light in her eyes when I had finished, that I might tell how in an instant she was another woman. She rose impulsively and took a chair at my side, and said:--
""Tis so I love to hear you speak, Richard, when you uphold the absent.
For I feel it is so you must champion me when I am far away. My dear old playmate is ever the same, strong to resent, and seeing ever the best in his friends. Forgive me, Richard, I have been worse than silly. And will you tell me that story of your adventures which I long to learn?"
Ay, that I would. I told it her, and she listened silently, save only now and then a cry of wonder or of sympathy that sounded sweet to my ears,--just as I had dreamed of her listening when I used to pace the deck of the brigantine John, at sea. And when at length I had finished, she sat looking out over the Green Park, as tho" she had forgot my presence.
And so Mrs. Manners came in and found us.
It had ever pleased me to imagine that Dorothy"s mother had been in her youth like Dorothy. She had the same tall figure, grace in its every motion, and the same eyes of deep blue, and the generous but well-formed mouth. A man may pity, but cannot conceive the heroism that a woman of such a mould must have gone through who has been married since early girlhood to a man like Mr. Manners. Some women would have been driven quickly to frivolity, and worse, but this one had struggled year after year to maintain an outward serenity to a critical world, and had succeeded, tho" success had cost her dear. Each trial had deepened a line of that face, had done its share to subdue the voice which had once rung like Dorothy"s; and in the depths of her eyes lingered a sadness indefinable.
She gazed upon me with that kindness and tenderness I had always received since the days when, younger and more beautiful than now, she was the companion of my mother. And the unbidden shadow of a thought came to me that these two sweet women had had some sadness in common. Many a summer"s day I remembered them sewing together in the spring-house, talking in subdued voices which were hushed when I came running in. And lo! the same memory was on Dorothy"s mother then, half expressed as she laid her hands upon my shoulders.
"Poor Elizabeth!" she said,--not to me, nor yet to Dorothy; "I wish that she might have lived to see you now. It is Captain Jack again."
She sighed, and kissed me. And I felt at last that I had come home after many wanderings. We sat down, mother and daughter on the sofa with their fingers locked. She did not speak of Mr. Manners"s conduct, or of my stay in the sponging-house. And for this I was thankful.
"I have had a letter from Mr. Lloyd, Richard," she said.
"And my grandfather?" I faltered, a thickness in my throat.
"My dear boy," answered Mrs. Manners, gently, "he thinks you dead. But you have written him?" she added hurriedly.
I nodded. "From Dumfries."
"He will have the letter soon," she said cheerfully. "I thank Heaven I am able to tell you that his health is remarkable under the circ.u.mstances. But he will not quit the house, and sees no one except your uncle, who is with him constantly."
It was what I expected. But the confirmation of it brought me to my feet in a torrent of indignation, exclaiming:
"The villain! You tell me he will allow Mr. Carvel to see no one?"
She started forward, laying her hand on my arm, and Dorothy gave a little cry.
"What are you saying, Richard? What are you saying?"
"Mrs. Manners," I answered, collecting myself, "I must tell you that I believe it is Grafton Carvel himself that is responsible for my abduction. He meant that I should be murdered."
Then Dorothy rose, her eyes flashing and her head high.
"He would have murdered you--you, Richard?" she cried, in such a storm of anger as I had never seen her. "Oh, he should hang for the thought of it! I have always suspected Grafton Carvel capable of any crime!"
"Hush, Dorothy," said her mother; "it is not seemly for a young girl to talk so."
"Seemly!" said Dorothy. "If I were a man I would bring him to justice, and it took me a lifetime. Nay, if I were a man and could use a sword--"
"Dorothy! Dorothy!" interrupted Mrs. Manners.
Dorothy sat down, the light lingering in her eyes. She had revealed more of herself in that instant than in all her life before.
"It is a grave charge, Richard," said Mrs. Manners, at length. "And your uncle is a man of the best standing in Annapolis."
"You must remember his behaviour before my mother"s marriage, Mrs.
Manners."
"I do, I do, Richard," she said sadly. "And I have never trusted him since. I suppose you are not making your accusation without cause?"