The door opened upon Aunt Lucy. She had but to look at us, and her black face beamed at our blushes. My lady threw her arms about her neck, and hid her face in the ample bosom.
"Now praise de good Lawd!" cried Mammy; "I knowed it dis longest time.
What"s I done tole you, Miss Dolly? What"s I done tole you, honey?"
But my lady flew from the room. Presently I heard the spinet playing softly, and the words of that air came out of my heart from long ago.
"Love me little, love me long, Is the burthen of my song.
Love that is too hot and strong Burneth soon to waste.
Still, I would not have thee cold, Nor too backward, nor too bold.
Love that lasteth till "tis old Fadeth not in haste."
CHAPTER LVI. HOW GOOD CAME OUT OF EVIL
"Twas about candlelight when I awoke, and Dorothy was sitting alone beside me. Her fingers were resting upon my arm, and she greeted me with a smile all tenderness.
"And does my Lord feel better after--after his excitement to-day?" she asked.
"Dorothy, you have made me a whole man again. I could walk to Windsor and back."
"You must have your dinner, or your supper first, sir," she answered gayly, "and do you rest quiet until I come back to feed you. Oh, Richard dear," she cried, "how delightful that you should be the helpless one, and dependent on me!"
As I lay listening for the rustle of her gown, the minutes dragged eternally. Every word and gesture of the morning pa.s.sed before my mind, and the touch of her lips still burned on my forehead. At last, when I was getting fairly restless, the distant tones of a voice, deep and reverberating, smote upon my ear, jarring painfully some long-forgotten chord. That voice belonged to but one man alive, and yet I could not name him. Even as I strained, the tones drew nearer, and they were mixed with sweeter ones I knew well, and Dorothy"s mother"s voice. Whilst I was still searching, the door opened, the voices fell calm, and Dorothy came in bearing a candle in each hand. As she set them down on the table, I saw an agitation in her face, which she strove to hide as she addressed me.
"Will you see a visitor, Richard?"
"A visitor!" I repeated, with misgiving. "Twas not so she had announced Comyn.
"Will you see Mr. Allen?"--
"Mr. Allen, who was the rector of St. Anne"s? Mr. Allen in London, and here?"
"Yes." Her breath seemed to catch at the word. "He says he must see you, dear, and will not be denied. How he discovered you were with us I know not."
"See him!" I cried. "And I had but the half of my strength I would fling him downstairs, and into the kennel. Will you tell him so for me, Dorothy?"
And I raised up in bed, shaken with anger against the man. In a trice she was holding me, fearfully.
"Richard, Richard, you will open your wound. I pray you be quiet."
"And Mr. Allen has the impudence to ask to see me!"
"Listen, Richard. Your anger makes you forget many things. Remember that he is a dangerous man, and now that he knows you are in London he holds your liberty, perhaps your life, in his hands."
It was true. And not mine alone, but the lives and liberty of others.
"Do you know what he wishes, Dorothy?"
"No, he will not tell us. But he is greatly excited, and says he must see you at once, for your own good. For your own good, Richard!"
"I do not trust the villain, but he may come in," I said, at length.
She gave me the one lingering, anxious look, and opened the door.
Never had I beheld such a change in mortal man as there was in Mr.
Allen, my old tutor, and rector of St. Anne"s. And "twas a baffling, intangible change. "Twas as if the mask bad been torn from his face, for he was now just a plain adventurer that need not have imposed upon a soul. The coa.r.s.e wine and coa.r.s.e food of the lower coffee-houses of London had replaced the rich and abundant fare of Maryland. The next day was become one of the terrors of his life. His clothes were of poor stuff, but aimed at the fashion. And yet--and yet, as I looked upon him, a something was in his face to puzzle me entirely. I had seen many stamps of men, but this thing I could not recognize.
He stepped forward with all of his old confidence, and did not regard a farthing my cold stare.
""Tis like gone days to see you again, Richard," he cried. "And I perceive you have as ever fallen into the best of hands."
"I am Mr. Carvel to my enemies, if they must speak to me at all," I said.
"But, my dear fellow, I am not your enemy, or I should not be here this day. And presently I shall prove that same." He took snuff. "But first I must congratulate you on coming alive out of that great battle off Flamborough. You look as though you had been very near to death, my lad.
A deal nearer than I should care to get."
What to say to the man! What to do save to knock him down, and I could not do that.
"There can be no pa.s.sing the time of day between you and me, Mr. Allen,"
I answered hotly. "You, whose machinations have come as near to ruining me as a man"s can."
"And that was your own fault, my dear sir," said he, as he brushed himself. "You never showed me a whit of consideration, which is very dear to men in my position."
My head swam. Then I saw Dolly by the door regarding me curiously, with something of a smile upon her lips, but anxiety still in her eyes. With a "by your leave, ma"am," to her, Mr. Allen took the chair abreast me.
"You have but to call me when you wish, Richard," said she.
"Nay, Dorothy, Mr. Allen can have nothing to say to me that you may not hear," I said instantly. "And you will do me a favour to remain."
She sat down without a word, where I could look at her. Mr. Allen raised his eyebrows at the revelation in our talk, but by the grace of G.o.d he kept his mouth shut.
"And now, Mr. Allen," I said, "to what do I owe the pain of this visit?"
"The pain!" he exclaimed, and threw back his head and gave way to a fit of laughter. "By the ma.s.s! your politeness drowns me. But I like you, Richard, as I have said more than once. I believe your brutal straight-dealing has more to do with my predilection than aught else.
For I have seen a deal of rogues in my day."
"And they have seen a deal of you, Mr. Allen."
"So they have," he cried, and laughed the more. "Egad, Miss Dorothy, you have saved all of him, I think." Then he swung round upon me, very careless. "Has your Uncle Grafton called to express his sympathies, Richard?" he asked.
That name brought a cry out of my head, Dolly seizing the arm of her chair.
"Grafton Carvel in London?" I exclaimed.
"Ay, in very pretty lodgings in Jermyn Street, for he has put by enough, I"ll warrant you, despite the loss of his lands. Your aunt is with him, and his dutiful son, Philip, now broken of his rank in the English army.
They arrived, before yesterday, from New York."