Robert Elsmere

Chapter 20

Robert"s heart sank before the memory of that frail indomitable look, that aspect of sad yet immovable conviction with which she had bade him farewell. And yet, surely--surely under the willingness of the spirit there had been a pitiful, a most womanly weakness of the flesh. Surely, now memory reproduced the scene, she had been white--trembling: her hand had rested on the moss-grown wall beside her for support. Oh, why had he been so timid? why had he let that awe of her, which her personality produced so readily, stand between them? why had he not boldly caught her to himself, and, with all the eloquence of a pa.s.sionate nature, trampled on her scruples, marched through her doubts, convinced--reasoned her into a blessed submission!

"And I will do it yet!" he cried, leaping to his feet with a sudden access of hope and energy. And he stood awhile looking out into the rainy evening, all the keen irregular face and thin pliant form hardening into the intensity of resolve, which had so often carried the young tutor through an Oxford difficulty, breaking down antagonism and compelling consent.

At the high tea which represented the late dinner of the household he was wary and self-possessed. Mrs. Thornburgh got out of him that he had been for a walk, and had seen Catherine, but for all her ingenuities of cross-examination she got nothing more. Afterwards, when he and the vicar were smoking together, he proposed to Mr. Thornburgh that they two should go off for a couple of days on a walking tour to Ullswater.

"I want to go away," he said, with a hand on the vicar"s shoulder, "_and I want to come back_." The deliberation of the last words was not to be mistaken. The vicar emitted a contented puff, looked the young man straight in the eyes, and without another word began to plan a walk to Patterdale _via_ High Street, Martindale, and Howtown, and back by Haweswater.

To Mrs. Thornburgh Robert announced that he must leave them on the following Sat.u.r.day, June 24.

"You _have_ given me a good time, Cousin Emma," he said to her, with a bright friendliness which dumbfoundered her. A good time, indeed! with everything begun and nothing finished; with two households thrown into perturbation for a delusion, and a desirable marriage spoilt, all for want of a little common sense and plain speaking, which _one_ person at least in the valley could have supplied them with, had she not been ignored and brow beaten on all sides. She contained herself, however, in his presence, but the vicar suffered proportionately in the privacy of the connubial chamber. He had never seen his wife so exasperated. To think what might have been, what she might have done for the race, but for the whims of two stuck-up, superior, impracticable young persons, that would neither manage their own affairs nor allow other people to manage them for them! The vicar behaved gallantly, kept the secret of Elsmere"s remark to himself like a man, and allowed himself certain counsels against matrimonial meddling which plunged Mrs. Thornburgh into well-simulated slumber. However, in the morning he was vaguely conscious that some time in the visions of the night his spouse had demanded of him peremptorily, "When do you get back, William?" To the best of his memory the vicar had sleepily murmured, "Thursday"; and had then heard, echoed through his dreams, a calculating whisper, "He goes Sat.u.r.day--one clear day!"

The following morning was gloomy but fine, and after breakfast the vicar and Elsmere started off. Robert turned back at the top of the High Fell pa.s.s and stood leaning on his alpenstock, sending a pa.s.sionate farewell to the gray distant house, the upper window, the copper beech in the garden, the bit of winding road, while the vicar discreetly stepped on northward, his eyes fixed on the wild regions of Martindale.

Mrs. Thornburgh, left alone, absorbed herself to all appearance in the school treat which was to come off in a fortnight, in a new set of covers for the drawing-room, and in Sarah"s love affairs, which were always pa.s.sing through some tragic phase or other, and into which Mrs.

Thornburgh was allowed a more unenc.u.mbered view than she was into Catherine Leyburn"s. Rose and Agnes dropped in now and then, and found her not at all disposed to talk to them on the great event of the day--Elsmere"s absence and approaching departure. They cautiously communicated to her their own suspicions as to the incident of the preceding afternoon; and Rose gave vent to one fiery onslaught on the "moral obstacle" theory, during which Mrs. Thornburgh sat studying her with small attentive eyes and curls slowly waving from side to side. But for once in her life the vicar"s wife was not communicative in return.

That the situation should have driven even Mrs. Thornburgh to finesse was a surprising testimony to its gravity. What between her sudden taciturnity and Catherine"s pale silence, the girls" sense of expectancy was roused to its highest pitch.

"They come back to-morrow night," said Rose thoughtfully, "and he goes Sat.u.r.day--10:20 from Whinborough--one day for the Fifth Act! By the way, why did Mrs. Thornburgh ask us to say nothing about Sat.u.r.day at home?"

She _had_ asked them, however; and with a pleasing sense of conspiracy they complied.

It was late on Thursday afternoon when Mrs. Thornburgh, finding the Burwood front door open, made her unchallenged way into the hall, and after an unanswered knock at the drawing-room door, opened it and peered in to see who might be there.

"May I come in?"

Mrs. Leyburn, who was a trifle deaf, was sitting by the window absorbed in the intricacies of a heel which seemed to her more than she could manage. Her card was mislaid, the girls were none of them at hand, and she felt as helpless as she commonly did when left alone.

"Oh, do come in, please! So glad to see you. Have you been nearly blown away?"

For, though the rain had stopped, a boisterous north-west wind was still rushing through the valley, and the trees round Burwood were swaying and groaning under the force of its onslaught.

"Well, it is stormy," said Mrs. Thornburgh, stepping in and undoing all the various safety pins and elastics which had held her dress high above the mud. "Are the girls out?"

"Yes, Catherine and Agnes are at the school; and Rose, I think, is practising."

"Ah, well," said Mrs. Thornburgh, settling herself in a chair close by her friend, "I wanted to find you alone."

Her face, framed in bushy curls and an old garden bonnet, was flushed and serious. Her mittened hands were clasped nervously on her lap, and there was about her such an air of forcibly restrained excitement that Mrs. Leyburn"s mild eyes gazed at her with some astonishment. The two women were a curious contrast: Mrs. Thornburgh short, inclined, as we know, to be stout, ample and abounding in all things, whether it were curls or cap-strings or conversation; Mrs. Leyburn tall and well proportioned, well dressed, with the same graceful ways and languid pretty manners as had first attracted her husband"s attention thirty years before. She was fond of Mrs. Thornburgh, but there was something in the ebullient energies of the vicar"s wife which always gave her a sense of bustle and fatigue.

"I am sure you will be sorry to hear," began her visitor, "that Mr.

Elsmere is going."

"Going?" said Mrs. Leyburn, laying down her knitting. "Why, I thought he was going to stay with you another ten days at least."

"So did I--so did he," said Mrs. Thornburgh, nodding, and then pausing with a most effective air of sudden gravity and "recollection."

"Then why--what"s the matter?" asked Mrs. Leyburn, wondering.

Mrs. Thornburgh did not answer for a minute, and Mrs. Leyburn began to feel a little nervous, her visitor"s eyes were fixed upon her with so much meaning. Urged by a sudden impulse she bent forward; so did Mrs.

Thornburgh, and their two elderly heads nearly touched.

"The young man is in love!" said the vicar"s wife in a stage whisper, drawing back after a pause, to see the effect of her announcement.

"Oh! with whom?" asked Mrs. Leyburn, her look brightening. She liked a love affair as much as ever.

Mrs. Thornburgh furtively looked round to see if the door was shut and all safe--she felt herself a criminal, but the sense of guilt had an exhilarating rather than a depressing effect upon her.

"Have you guessed nothing? have the girls told you anything?"

"No!" said Mrs. Leyburn, her eyes opening wider and wider. She never guessed anything; there was no need, with three daughters to think for her, and give her the benefit of their young brains. "No," she said again. "I can"t imagine what you mean."

Mrs. Thornburgh felt a rush of inward contempt for so much obtuseness.

"Well, then, _he is in love with Catherine!_" she said abruptly, laying her hand on Mrs. Leyburn"s knee, and watching the effect.

"With Catherine!" stammered Mrs. Leyburn; "_with Catherine!_"

The idea was amazing to her. She took up her knitting with trembling fingers, and went on with it mechanically a second or two. Then laying it down--"Are you quite sure? has he told you?"

"No, but one has eyes," said Mrs. Thornburgh hastily. "William and I have seen it from the very first day. And we are both certain that on Tuesday she made him understand in some way or other that she wouldn"t marry him, and that is why he went off to Ullswater, and why he made up his mind to go south before his time is up."

"Tuesday?" cried Mrs. Leyburn. "In that walk, do you mean, when Catherine looked so tired afterwards? You think he proposed in that walk?"

She was in a maze of bewilderment and excitement.

"Something like it--but if he did, she said "No"; and what I want to know is _why_ she said "No.""

"Why, of course, because she didn"t care for him!" exclaimed Mrs.

Leyburn, opening her blue eyes wider and wider. "Catherine"s not like most girls; she would always know what she felt, and would never keep a man in suspense."

"Well, I don"t somehow believe," said Mrs. Thornburgh boldly, "that she doesn"t care for him. He is just the young man Catherine might care for.

You can see that yourself."

Mrs. Leyburn once more laid down her knitting and stared at her visitor.

Mrs. Thornburgh, after all her meditations, had no very precise idea as to _why_ she was at that moment in the Burwood drawing-room bombarding Mrs. Leyburn in this fashion. All she knew was that she had sallied forth determined somehow to upset the situation, just as one gives a shake purposely to a bundle of spillikins on the chance of more favourable openings. Mrs. Leyburn"s mind was just now playing the part of spillikins, and the vicar"s wife was shaking it vigorously, though with occasional qualms as to the lawfulness of the process.

"You think Catherine does care for him?" resumed Mrs. Leyburn tremulously.

"Well, isn"t he just the kind of man one would suppose Catherine would like?" repeated Mrs. Thornburgh persuasively; "he is a clergyman, and she likes serious people; and he"s sensible and nice and well-mannered.

And then he can talk about books, just like her father used--I"m sure William thinks he knows everything! He isn"t as nice-looking as he might be just now, but then that"s his hair and his fever, poor man. And then he isn"t hanging about. He"s got a living, and there"d be the poor people all ready, and everything else Catherine likes. And now I"ll just ask you--did you ever see Catherine more--more--_lively_--well, I know that"s not just the word, but you know what I mean--than she has been the last fortnight?"

But Mrs. Leyburn only shook her head helplessly. She did not know in the least what Mrs. Thornburgh meant. She never thought Catherine doleful, and she agreed that certainly "lively" was not the word.

"Girls get so frightfully particular nowadays," continued the vicar"s wife, with reflective candour. "Why, when William fell in love with me, I just fell in love with him--at once--because he did. And if it hadn"t been William, but somebody else, it would have been the same. I don"t believe girls have got hearts like pebbles--if the man"s nice, of course!"

Mrs. Leyburn listened to this summary of matrimonial philosophy with the same yielding flurried attention as she was always disposed to give to the last speaker.

"But," she said, still in a maze, "if she did care for him, why should she send him away?"

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