"He let out enough."
"You"ve punished him, if he"s to lose a bonny sweetheart, poor devil!
Your sister Sally sends you messages?"
"We"re both of us grateful, my lord."
He lifted the thin veil from John Edward Russett"s face with a loveless hand.
"You remember the child bitten by a dog down in Wales. I have word from my manager there. Poor little wretch has died--died raving."
Madge"s bosom went shivering up and sank. "My lady was right. She"s not often wrong."
"She"s looking well?" said the earl, impatient with her moral merits:--and this communication from Wales had been the decisive motive agent in hurrying him at last to Esslemont. The next moment he heard coolly of the lady"s looking well. He wanted fervid eulogy of his wife"s looks, if he was to hear any.
CHAPTER x.x.xVI. BELOW THE SURFACE AND ABOVE
The girl was counselled by the tremor of her instincts to forbear to speak of the minor circ.u.mstance, that her mistress had, besides a good stick, a good companion on the road to Croridge: and she rejoiced to think her mistress had him, because it seemed an intimation of justice returning upon earth. She was combative, a born rebel against tyranny.
She weighed the powers, she felt to the worth of the persons coming into her range of touch: she set her mistress and my lord fronting for a wrestle, and my lord"s wealth went to thin vapour, and her mistress"s character threw him. More dimly, my lord and the Welsh gentleman were put to the trial: a tough one for these two men. She did not proclaim the winner, but a momentary flutter of pity in the direction of Lord Fleetwood did as much. She pitied him; for his presence at Esslemont betrayed an inclination; he was ignorant of his lady"s character, of how firm she could be to defy him and all the world, in her grat.i.tude to the gentleman she thought of as her true friend, smiled at for his open nature,--called by his Christian name.
The idea of a piece of information stinging Lord Fleetwood, the desire to sting, so as to be an instrument of retribution (one of female human nature"s ecstasies); and her, abstaining, that she, might not pain the lord who had been generous to her sister Sally, made the force in Madge"s breast which urges to the gambling for the undeveloped, ent.i.tled prophecy. She kept it low and felt it thrill.
Lord Fleetwood, chatted; Madge had him wincing. He might pull the cover off the child"s face carelessly--he looked at the child. His look at the child was a thought of the mother. If he thought of the mother, he would be wanting to see her. If he heard her call a gentleman by his Christian name, and heard the gentleman say "Carinthia" my lord would begin to shiver at changes. Women have to do unusual things when they would bring that outer set to human behaviour. Perhaps my lord would mount the coach-box and whip his horses away, adieu forever. His lady would not weep. He might, perhaps, command her to keep her mouth shut from gentlemen"s Christian names, all except his own. His lady would not obey. He had to learn something of changes that had come to others as well as to himself. Ah, and then would he dare hint, as base men will?
He may blow foul smoke on her, she will shine out of it. He has to learn what she is, that is his lesson; and let him pray all night and work hard all day for it not to be too late. Let him try to be a little like Mr. Woodseer, who worships the countess, and is hearty with the gentleman she treats as her best of friends. There is the real n.o.bleman.
Fleetwood chatted on airily. His instincts were duller than those of the black-browed girl, at whom he gazed for idle satisfaction of eye from time to time while she replied demurely and maintained her drama of, the featureless but well-distinguished actors within her bosom,--a round, plump bust, good wharf.a.ge and harbourage, he was thinking. Excellent harbourage, supposing the arms out in pure good-will. A girl to hold her voyager fast and safe! Men of her cla.s.s had really a capital choice in a girl like this. Men of another cla.s.s as well, possibly, for temporary anchorage out midchannel. No?--possibly not. Here and there a girl is a Tartar. Ines talked of her as if she were a kind of religious edifice and a doubt were sacrilege. She could impress the rascal: girls have their arts for reaching the holy end, and still they may have a welcome for a foreign ship.
The earl said humorously: "You will grant me permission to lunch at your mistress"s table in her absence?" And she said: "My lord!" And he resumed, to waken her interest with a personal question: "You like our quiet country round Esslemont?" She said: "I do," and gave him plain look for look. Her eye was undefended: he went into it, finding neither shallow nor depth, simply the look, always the look; whereby he knew that no story of man was there, and not the shyest of remote responsive invitations from Nature"s wakened and detected rogue. The bed of an unmarried young woman"s eye yields her secret of past and present to the intrepid diver, if he can get his plunge; he holds her for the tenth of a minute, that is the revealment. Jewel or oyster-sh.e.l.l, it is ours. She cannot withhold it, he knew right well. This girl, then, was, he could believe, one of the rarely exampled innocent in knowledge. He was practised to judge.
Invitation or challenge or response from the handsomest he would have scorned just then. His native devilry suffered a stir at sight of an innocent in knowledge and spotless after experiences. By a sudden singular twist, rather unfairly, naturally, as it happened, he attributed it to an influence issuing from her mistress, to whom the girl was devoted, whom consequently she copied; might physically, and also morally, at a distance, resemble.
"Well, you"ve been a faithful servant to your lady, my dear; I hope you"ll be comfortable here," he said. "She likes the mountains."
"My lady would be quite contented if she could pa.s.s two months of the year in the mountains," Madge answered.
"Look at me. They say people living together get a likeness to one another. What"s your opinion? Upon my word, your eyebrows remind me, though they"re not the colour--they have a bend!"
"You"ve seen my lady in danger, my lord."
"Yes; well, there "s no one to resemble her there, she has her mark--kind of superhuman business. We"re none of us "fifty feet high, with phosphorus heads," as your friend Mr. Gower Woodseer says of the prodigiosities. Lady Fleetwood is back--when?"
"Before dark, she should be."
He ran up the steps to the house.
At Lekkatts beneath Croridge a lean midday meal was being finished hard on the commencement by a silent company of three. When eating is choking to the younger members of the repast, bread and cold mutton-bone serve the turn as conclusively as the Frenchman"s buffet-dishes. Carinthia"s face of unshed tears dashed what small appet.i.te Chillon had. Lord Levellier plied his fork in his right hand ruminating, his back an arch across his plate.
Riddles to the thwarted young, these old people will not consent to be read by sensations. Carinthia watched his jaws at their work of eating under his victim"s eye-knowing Chillon to be no longer an officer in the English service; knowing that her beloved had sold out for the mere money to pay debts and support his Henrietta; knowing, as he must know, that Chillon"s act struck a knife to pierce his mother"s breast through her coffin-boards! This old man could eat, and he could withhold the means due to his dead sister"s son. Could he look on Chillon and not feel that the mother"s heart was beating in her son"s fortunes? Half the money due to Chillon would have saved him from ruin.
Lord Levellier laid his fork on the plate. He munched his grievance with his bit of meat. The nephew and niece here present feeding on him were not so considerate as the Welsh gentleman, a total stranger, who had walked up to Lekkatts with the Countess of Fleetwood, and expressed the preference to feed at an inn. Relatives are cormorants.
His fork on his plate released the couple. Barely half a dozen words, before the sitting to that n.i.g.g.ard restoration, had informed Carinthia of the step taken by her brother. She beckoned him to follow her.
"The worst is done now, Chillon. I am silent. Uncle is a rock. You say we must not offend. I have given him my whole mind. Say where Riette is to live."
"Her headquarters will be here, at a furnished house. She"s, with her cousin, the Dowager."
"Yes. She should be with me."
"She wants music. She wants--poor girl! let her have what comes to her."
Their thoughts beneath their speech were like fish darting under shadow of the traffic bridge.
"She loves music," said Carinthia; "it is almost life to her, like fresh air to me. Next month I am in London; Lady Arpington is kind. She will give me as much of their polish as I can take. I dare say I should feel the need of it if I were an enlightened person."
"For instance, did I hear "Owain," when your Welsh friend was leaving?"
Chillon asked.
"It was his dying wife"s wish, brother."
"Keep to the rules, dear."
"They have been broken, Chillon."
"Mend them."
"That would be a step backward."
""The right one for defence!" father says."
"Father says, "The habit of the defensive paralyzes will.""
""Womanizes," he says, Carin. You quote him falsely, to shield the s.e.x.
Quite right. But my sister must not be tricky. Keep to the rules. You"re an exceptional woman, and it would be a good argument, if you were not in an exceptional position."
"Owain is the exceptional man, brother."
"My dear, after all, you have a husband."
"I have a brother, I have a friend, I have no--I am a man"s wife and the mother of his child; I am free, or husband would mean dungeon. Does my brother want an oath from me? That I can give him."
"Conduct, yes; I couldn"t doubt you," said Chillon. "But "the world"s a flood at a d.y.k.e for women, and they must keep watch," you"ve read."
"But Owain is not our enemy," said Carinthia, in her deeper tones, expressive of conviction, and not thereby a.s.suring to hear. "He is a man with men, a child with women. His Rebecca could describe him; I laugh now at some of her sayings of him; I see her mouth, so tenderly comical over her big "simpleton," she called him, and loved him so."
The gentleman appeared on the waste land above the house. His very loose black suit and a peculiar roll of his gait likened him to a mourning boatswain who was jolly. In Lord Levellier"s workshop his remarks were to the point. Chillon"s powders for guns and blasting interested him, and he proposed to ride over from Barlings to witness a test of them.