"Nor yours either! And, any way, it"s due to me that you are in it, and not outside, with irons on you."
"But cannot you see, la.s.s," Giles answered, in a more moderate tone, "that you"ve upset all by bringing the wench here? You"ll hear the morrow, or the morrow of that, that your lad"s got clear to Leith, and Thistlewood with him! And then we go our way, and yon gipsy will carry off the brat in his long pack, and drop him the devil cares where--and n.o.body"ll be the wiser, and his father"ll have a lesson that will do him good! But, now you"ve let the girl in, what"ll you do with her when we get clear? You cannot stow her in the long pack, and the moment you let her go her tongue will clack!"
"How do you know it will clack?" Bess asked, in a tone that froze the listening girl"s blood. "How do you know it will clack?" she repeated.
"The lake"s deep enough to hold both."
"But what"s the game, la.s.s?" Giles asked. "Show a glim. Let"s see it.
If you are so fond of us," in a tone of unpleasant meaning, "that you"ve brought her--just to amuse us in our leisure, say it out!
Though even then I"m not for saying that the game is worth the candle, my la.s.s! Since coves in our very particular case has to be careful, and the prettiest bit of red and white may hang a man as quick as her mother! But I don"t think you had that in your mind, Bess."
"Well?"
"And that being so, and hemp so cheap, out with it! Show a glim, and you"ll not find us nasty."
"The thing"s pretty plain, isn"t it?" Bess answered, coolly. "You"ve had your fun. Why shouldn"t I have mine? You"d a grudge, and you"ve paid it. Why am I not to pay mine?"
"What has the wench done to you?"
"What"s that to you?" viciously. "Stolen my lad, if you like. Any Away, it"s my business. If I choose to treat her as you have treated the brat, what is it to you? If I"ve a mind to give her a taste of the smugglers" oven, what"s that to you? Or if I choose to spoil her looks, or break her pride--she"s one of those that teach us to behave ourselves lowly and reverently to all our betters--and if I choose to give her a lesson, is it any business but mine? She"s crossed me!
She"s a peac.o.c.k! And if I choose to have some fun with her and hold her nose to the grindstone, what"s that to you?"
"But afterwards?" Giles persisted. "Afterwards, my la.s.s? What then?"
"Ask me no questions, and I"ll tell you no lies," Bess answered. "For the matter of that, if my old dad once gets his fingers round her throat she"ll not squeak! You may swear to that."
They dropped their voices then, or they moved farther from the door.
So that the remainder of the debate escaped Henrietta, though she strained her ears to the utmost.
She had heard enough, however; enough to know where she stood, and to feel the cold grip of despair close upon her. Fortunately she had had such preparation as the scene and the change in Bess"s demeanor afforded; and while her heart thumped to choke her, and she could not restrain the glances that like a hunted hare she cast about her, she neither fainted nor raised an outcry. The gipsy lad, who lolled beside the door and never took his bold eyes from her, detected the sudden stillness of her pose and her changed aspect. But, though his gaze dwelt as freely as he pleased on her, on the turn of her pale cheek, and the curve of her figure, he was deceived into thinking that she did not catch the drift that was so clear to him.
"She"s frightened!" he thought, smacking his lips. "She"s frightened!
But she"d be more frightened if she heard what they are saying. A devil, Bess is, a devil if there ever was one!" And he wondered whether, if he told the girl, she would cling to him, and pray to him, and kneel to him--to save her! He would like that, for she was a pretty prey; and the prettier in his eyes, because she was not dark-skinned and black-eyed, like his own women, but a thing of creamy fairness.
Henrietta heard all, however, and understood. And for a few moments she was near to swooning. Then the very peril in which she found herself steadied her, and gave her power to think. Was there any quarter to which she could look for help--outside or in? Outside the house, alas, none; for she had taken care, fatal care, to blind her trail, and to leave no trace by which her friends could find her! And inside, the hope was as slight. Walterson, to whose pity she might have appealed--with success, if all chivalry were not dead in him--was gone, it seemed. There remained only--a feeble straw indeed to which to cling--the woman of the house; the white-faced woman who had gone in fear, and thought this very girl Bess had designs on her life!
But was the woman here? She had been very near her time, yet no cry, no whimper bore witness to the presence of child life in the house.
And the room in its wild and wasteful disorder gave the lie to the presence of any housewife, however careless. The flagged floor, long uncleaned and unwhitened, was strewn with broken pipe-stems, half-burned pipe-lights, gnawed bones and dirty platters. The bright oaken table, the pride of generations of thrifty wives, was a litter of dog"s-eared cards and over-set bottles, broken loaves, and pewter dishes. One of the oat-cake springs hung loose, tearing the ceiling; in one corner a bacon chest gaped open and empty. In another corner a pile of dubious bedding lay as its occupant had left it. The chimney corner was c.u.mbered with logs of wood. Greasy frying-pans and half-cleaned pots lay everywhere; and on the whole, and on a medley of tattered things too repulsive to mention, a show of candles, that would have scared the least frugal dame, cast a useless glare.
In a word, everything within sight proved that the house was at the mercy of the gang who surrounded her. And if that were so? If no help were possible? For an instant panic gripped her. The room swam round, and she had to grasp the settle with her hands to maintain her composure. What was she to do? What could she do, thus trapped? What?
What?
She must think--for her own sake, for the child"s sake, who, it was clear, was also in their power. But it was hard, very hard, to think with that man"s eyes gloating on her; and when with every second the door of the dairy, where they were conferring, might open, and--she knew not what horror might befall her. And--and then again there was the child!
For she spared it a thought of pity, grudgingly taken from her own need. And then the door opened. And Bess, carrying the light above her head, came up the steps, followed by the two men.
"We"ll let her down soft!" she said, as she appeared. "We"ll make her drudge first and smart afterwards! And she"ll come to it the quicker."
"Nay, Bess," one of the men answered with a grin, "but you"ll not spoil her pretty fingers."
"Oh, won"t we?" Bess answered. And turning to Henrietta, and throwing off the mask, "Now, peac.o.c.k!" she said, "I"ve got you here and you can"t escape. I am going to put your nose to the grindstone. I"m going to see if you are of the same stuff as other people! Can you cook?"
Henrietta did not know what to answer; nor whether she dared a.s.sert herself. She tried to frame the words, "Where is Walterson? Where is Walterson? If he is not here, let me go!" But she knew that they would not let her go. And, unable to speak, she stood dumb before them.
"Ah, well, we"ll see if you can," Bess said, scoffingly. "I see you know what"s what, and where you are. Come, slice that bacon! And fry it! There"s the knife, and there"s the flitch, and let"s have none of your airs, or--you"ll have the knife across your knuckles. Do you hear, cat? Do you understand? You"ll do as you are bid here. We"ll see how you like to be undermost."
The men laughed.
"That"s the way, Bess," one said. "Break her in, and she"ll soon come to it!"
"Anyways, she"ll not take my lad again!" Bess said, as Henrietta, bending her head, took the knife with a shaking hand. "We"ll give her something to do, and she"ll sleep the sounder for it when she goes to bed."
"Ay," said Giles, with a smile. "Hope she"ll like her room!"
"She"ll lump it" or like it!" said Bess. "She"s one of them that grinds our faces. We"ll see how she likes to be ground!"
Involuntarily Henrietta, stooping with a white face to her work, shuddered. But she had no choice. To beg for mercy, it was clear, was useless; to resist was to precipitate matters, while every postponement of the crisis offered a chance of rescue. As long as insult was confined to words she must put up with it--how foolish, how foolish she had been to come! She must smile--though it were awry--and play the sullen or the cheerful, as promised best. The door was locked on her. She had no friends within reach. Help there was none. She was wholly at the mercy of these wretches, and her only hope was that, if she did their bidding, she might awaken a spark of pity in the breast of one or other of them.
Still, she did not quite lose her presence of mind. As she bent over her task, and with shaking fingers hacked at the tough rind of the bacon, the while Bess rained on her a shower of gibes and the men grinned at the joke, her senses were on the alert. Once she fancied a movement and a smothered cry in the room above; and she had work to keep her eyes lowered when Bess immediately went out. She might have thought more of the matter; but left alone with the three men she had her terrors. She dared not let her mind or her eyes wander. To go on with the task, and give the men not so much as a look, seemed the only course.
For the present the three limited their coa.r.s.e gallantries to words.
Nay, when the gipsy lad would have crept nearer to her, the others bade him have done; adding, that kissing the cook-maid never cleaned a dish.
Then Bess came back and forced her to hold the pan on the fire, though the heat scorched her cheeks.
"We"ve to do it! See how you like it!" the girl cried, standing over her vindictively. "And see you don"t drop it, my la.s.s, or I"ll lay the pan to your cheek. You"re proud of your pink and white"--thrusting her almost into the fire--"see how it will stand a bit of cook-maid"s work!"
Pride helped Henrietta to restrain the rising sob, the complaint. And luckily it needed but another minute to complete the cooking. Bess and the three men sat down to the table, and Bess"s first humour was to make her wait on them. But a moment later she changed her mind, forced the girl to sit down, and, will she, nill she, Henrietta had to swallow, though every morsel seemed to choke her, the portion set for her.
"Down with it!" Bess cried, spitefully. "What"s good enough for us is good enough for you! And when supper"s done I"ll see you to your bedroom. You"re a mile too dainty, like all your sort! Ah, you"d like to kill me this minute, wouldn"t you? That"s what I like! I"ve often thought I should like to have one of you peac.o.c.ks--who look at me as if I were dirt--and put my foot upon her face! And now I"ve got you--who stole my lad! And you"ll see what I"ll do to you!"
CHAPTER x.x.xI
A STRANGE BEDROOM
The men followed Bess"s lead, and as they supped never ceased to make Henrietta the b.u.t.t of odious jests and more odious gallantries; until, now pale, now red, the girl was eager to welcome any issue from a position so hateful. Once, stung beyond reason, she sprang up and would have fled from them, with burning ears. But Bess seized her by the shoulders and thrust her back violently into her seat; and, sobered by the force used to her, and terrified lest the men should lay hands on her, she resigned herself.
Strangely, the one of the four who said nothing, was the one whom she feared the most. The gipsy lad did not speak. But his eyes never left her, and something in their insolent freedom caused her more misery than the others" coa.r.s.est jests. He marked her blushes and pallor, and her one uncontrollable revolt; and like the bird that flutters under the spell of the serpent that hopes to devour it, she was conscious of this watching. She was conscious of it to such an extent, that when Bess cried, "Now it"s time you had your bedroom candlestick, peac.o.c.k!"
she did not hear, but sat on as one deaf and blind; as the hare sits fascinated by the snake"s eye.
The gipsy smiled. He understood. But Bess did not, and she tugged the girl"s hair with sufficient roughness to break the spell.
"Up!" she cried. "Up when I speak! Don"t dream you"re a fine lady any longer! Wait till I get your bed candlestick--eh, lads?--and you"ll be wiser to-morrow, and tamer, too. See, my la.s.s, that"s for you!" And she held up a small dark-lanthorn, and opening it, kindled the wick from one of the candles. "Now come! And do you--no, not you!" to the gipsy, who had stepped forward--"you!" to Giles, "come with me and see her safely into her bedroom!"
Lunt growled a word or two.