Carr started up and rubbed his eyes.
"Why, I believe you have been here ever since I left you here, hours ago," said Charles, in a surprised tone, though really, under the circ.u.mstances, it did not require a great stretch of the imagination to suppose any such thing.
"Yes," said Carr, still rubbing his eyes. "Have you been gone long? I expect I fell asleep."
"I rather thought you were inclined for a nap when I left you," replied Charles, airily; "and now let us go to luncheon."
It was a very dismal meal. Lady Mary did not come down to it, and Aurelia sat with red eyes, tearful and silent. Ralph was evidently out of favor, for she hardly spoke to him, and snubbed him decidedly when he humbly tendered a peace-offering in the form of a potato. Evelyn, too, was silent, or made spasmodic attempts at conversation with Mrs.
Marston, the only unconstrained person of the party. Evelyn and Aurelia had appeared together, and it was evident from Evelyn"s expression that Aurelia had told her. What conversation there was turned upon Sir George"s illness.
"We must go by the afternoon train, my dear," said Marston down the table to his wife. "In Sir George"s present state _all_ visitors are an incubus."
Carr looked up. "I think I ought to go, too," he said. "I wished to arrange to do so this morning, but Mr. Danvers," glancing at Charles, "would not hear of it. I am sure, when there is illness in a house, strangers are always in the way."
"I have seen my father since then," replied Charles, "and I fear his illness is much more serious than I had any idea of. That being the case, I feel it would be wrong to press any one, even Middleton, to stay and share the tedium of a sick-house."
After a few more civil speeches it was arranged that Carr should, after all, leave by the train which he had proposed in the morning. It was found that there was still time for him to do so, but that was all. He was evidently as anxious to be off as the Danverses were that he should go. The dog-cart was ordered, a servant despatched to the lodge in hot haste to pack his portmanteau, and in half an hour he was bidding us good-bye, evidently glad to say it. Poor fellow! He little guessed, as he shook hands with us, how shamefully he had been suspected, how villanously he had been traduced behind his back. Somehow or other I had not had a moment of conversation with him since the morning, or a single chance of telling him how I had stood up for him in his absence. Either Charles or Marston were always at hand, and when he took leave of me I could only shake his hand warmly, and tell him to come and see me again in town. I watched him spinning down the drive in the dog-cart, little thinking how soon I should see him again, and in what circ.u.mstances.
"We shall have more snow," said Ralph, coming in-doors. "I feel it in the air."
General and Mrs. Marston were the next to leave, starting an hour later, and going in the opposite direction. I saw Marston turn aside, when his wife was taking leave of the others, and go up to Charles. The young hand and the old one met, and were locked tight.
"Good-bye, my dear boy," said Marston.
"Don"t go," said Charles, without looking up.
"I must!" said Marston. "I am due at Kemberley to-night, on business; but," in a lower tone, "I shall come back to-morrow, in case I can be of any use."
They were gone, and I was the only one remaining. It has occurred to me since that perhaps they expected me to go too, but I never thought of it at the time. I had been asked for a week, and to go before the end of it never so much as entered my head.
There was no chance of going out. The early winter afternoon was already closing in, and a few flakes of snow were drifting like feathers in the heavy air, promising more to come. Every one seemed to have dispersed, Ralph up-stairs to his father, Charles out-of-doors somewhere in spite of the weather. I remembered that I had not written to Jane since I left London, and went into the library to do so. As I came in I saw Evelyn sitting in a low chair by the fire, gazing abstractedly into it.
She started when she saw me, and on my saying I wished to write some letters, showed me a writing-table near the fire, with pens, ink, and paper.
"You will find it very cold at the big table in the window," she said, looking at it with its broken drawer, a c.h.i.n.k open, with a visible shudder.
I installed myself near the fire, talking cheerfully the while, for it struck me she was a little low in her spirits. She did not make much response, and I was settling down to my letters when she suddenly said:
"Colonel Middleton!"
"Yes, Miss Derrick."
"I am afraid I am interrupting your writing, but--"
I looked round. She was standing up, nervously playing with her rings.
"But--I know I am not supposed to--but I know what happened last night; Aurelia told me."
"It is very sad, isn"t it?" I said. "But cheer up. I dare say we may get them back yet." And I nodded confidentially at her. "In the mean time, you know, you must not talk of it to any one."
"Do you suspect any one in particular?" she asked, very earnestly, coming a step nearer.
I hardly knew what to say. Carr, I need hardly mention, I had never suspected for a moment; but Charles--Marston had evidently believed what Charles had said, but I am by nature more cautious and less credulous than Marston. Besides, I had not forgiven Charles yet for trying to incriminate Carr. Not knowing what to say, I shrugged my shoulders and smiled.
"You do suspect some one, then?"
"My dear young lady," I replied, "when jewels are stolen, one naturally suspects some one has taken them."
"So I should imagine. Whom do you naturally suspect?"
I could not tell her that I more than suspected Charles.
"I know nothing for certain," I said.
"But you have a suspicion?"
"I have a suspicion."
She went to the door to see if it were shut, and then came back and said, in a whisper:
"So have I."
"Perhaps we suspect the same person?" I said.
She did not answer, but fixed her dark eyes keenly on mine. I had never noticed before how dark they were.
I saw then that she knew, and that she suspected Charles, just as Sir George had done.
I nodded.
"Nothing is proved," I said.
"I dared not say even as much as this before," she continued, hurriedly.
"It is only the wildest, vaguest suspicion. I have nothing to take hold of. It is so horrible to suspect any one; but--"
She stopped suddenly. Her quick ear had caught the sound of a distant step coming across the hall. In another moment Aurelia came in.
"Are you there, Evelyn?" she said. "I was looking for you, to ask where the time-table lives. I want to look out my journey for to-morrow. Ralph ought to do it, but he is up-stairs," with a little pout.
"You ought not to have quarrelled with him until he had made it out for you," said Evelyn, smiling. "It is a very cross journey, isn"t it? Let me see. You are going to your uncle in Dublin, are not you? You had better go to London, and start from there. It will be the shortest way in the end."
The two girls laid their heads together over the Bradshaw, Evelyn"s dark-soft hair making a charming contrast to Aurelia"s yellow curls. At last the journey was made out and duly written down, and a post-card despatched to the uncle in Dublin.
"Have you seen Ralph anywhere?" asked Aurelia, when she had finished it.
"I am afraid I was a little tiny wee bit cross to him this morning, and I am so sorry."
Evelyn always seemed to stiffen when Aurelia talked about Ralph, and, under the pretext of putting her post-card in the letter-bag for her, she presently left the room, and did not return.
Aurelia sat down on the hearth-rug, and held two plump little hands to the fire. It was quite impossible to go on writing to Jane while she was there, and I gave it up accordingly.