"True, for the moment."
"We--you won"t be married to-night," she laughed, with rising colour, and turning away as though a tuft of rank gra.s.s by her had caught her attention and for some hidden reason much deserved it.
"By G.o.d"s help we"ve come out of that snare," said I gravely.
She said nothing for a moment or two; then she turned to me again, asking,
"If your friend furnishes money, can we reach London in two days?"
"I"m sorry," I answered, "but the journey will need nearer three, unless we travel at the King"s pace or the Duke of Monmouth"s."
"You needn"t come all the way with me. Set me safe on the road, and go where your business calls you."
"For what crime is this punishment?" I asked with a smile.
"No, I"m serious. I"m not seeking a compliment from you. I see that you"re sad. You have been very kind to me, Simon. You risked life and liberty to save me."
"Well, who could do less? Besides, I had given my promise to my lord your father."
She made no reply, and I, desiring to warn her against every danger, related what had pa.s.sed at the cottage, omitting only Monmouth"s loudmouthed threats against myself. At last, moved by some impulse of curiosity rather than anything higher, I repeated how the Duke had said that, sooner than lose her altogether, he would have married her, and how my Lord Carford had been still his humble servant in this project as in any other. She flushed again as she heard me, and plucked her tuft of gra.s.s.
"Indeed," I ended, "I believe his Grace spoke no more than the truth; I"ve never seen a man more in love."
"And you know well what it is to be in love, don"t you?"
"Very well," I answered calmly, although I thought that the taunt might have been spared. "Therefore it may well be that some day I shall kiss the hand of her Grace the d.u.c.h.ess."
"You think I desire it?" she asked.
"I think most ladies would."
"I don"t desire it." She sprang up and stamped her foot on the ground, crying again, "Simon, I do not desire it. I wouldn"t be his wife. You smile! You don"t believe me?"
"No offer is refused until it"s made," said I, and, with a bow that asked permission, I took a draught of the ale.
She looked at me in great anger, her cheek suffused with underlying red and her dark eyes sparkling.
"I wish you hadn"t saved me," she said in a fury.
"That we had gone forward to Calais?" I asked maliciously.
"Sir, you"re insolent." She flung the reproof at me like a stone from a catapult. But then she repeated, "I wouldn"t be his wife."
"Well, then, you wouldn"t," said I, setting down the jug and rising.
"How shall we pa.s.s the day? For we mustn"t go to Dover till nightfall."
"I must be all day here with you?" she cried in visible consternation.
"You must be all day here, but you needn"t be with me. I"ll go down to the beach; I shall be within hail if need arises, and you can rest here alone."
"Thank you, Simon," she answered with a most sudden and wonderful meekness.
Without more, I took my way to the seash.o.r.e and lay down on the sun-warmed shingle. Being very weary and without sleep now for six-and-thirty hours, I soon closed my eyes, keeping the pistol ready by my side. I slept peacefully and without a dream; the sun was high in heaven when, with a yawn and a stretching of my limbs, I awoke. I heard, as I opened my eyes, a little rustling as of somebody moving; my hand flew to the b.u.t.t of my pistol. But when I turned round I saw Barbara only. She was sitting a little way behind me, looking out over the sea.
Feeling my gaze she looked round.
"I grew afraid, left all alone," she said in a timid voice.
"Alas, I snored when I should have been on guard!" I exclaimed.
"You didn"t snore," she cried. "I--I mean not in the last few moments. I had only just come near you. I"m afraid I spoke unkindly to you."
"I hadn"t given a thought to it," I hastened to a.s.sure her.
"You were indifferent to what I said?" she cried.
I rose to my feet and made her a bow of mock ceremony. My rest had put me in heart again, and I was in a mood to be merry.
"Nay, madame," said I, "you know that I am your devoted servant, and that all I have in the world is held at your disposal."
She looked sideways at me, then at the sea again.
"By heaven, it"s true!" I cried. "All I have is yours. See!" I took out my precious guinea, and bending on my knee with uncovered head presented it to Mistress Barbara.
She turned her eyes down to it and sat regarding it for a moment.
"It"s all I have, but it"s yours," said I most humbly.
"Mine?"
"Most heartily."
She lifted it from my palm with finger and thumb very daintily, and, before I knew what she was doing, or could have moved to hinder her if I had the mind, she raised her arm over her head and with all her strength flung the guinea into the sparkling waves.
"Heaven help us!" I cried.
"It was mine. That"s what I chose to do with it," said Barbara.
CHAPTER XVIII
SOME MIGHTY SILLY BUSINESS
"In truth, madame," said I, "it"s the wont of your s.e.x. As soon as a woman knows a thing to be hers entirely, she"ll fling it away." With this sc.r.a.p of love"s lore and youth"s philosophy I turned my back on my companion, and having walked to where the battered pasty lay beside the empty jug sat down in high dudgeon. Barbara"s eyes were set on the spot where the guinea had been swallowed by the waves, and she took no heed of my remark nor of my going.
Say that my pleasantry was misplaced, say that she was weary and strained beyond her power, say what you will in excuse, I allow it all.