Brympton wished me to keep private? Somehow, that thought frightened me worse than the other. Yet the two gentlemen seemed fast friends, and I would have staked my head on my mistress"s goodness. I felt ashamed of my suspicions, and concluded that I was still disturbed by the strange events of the night. I left the note at Mr. Ranford"s--and, hurrying back to Brympton, slipped in by a side door without being seen, as I thought.
An hour later, however, as I was carrying in my mistress"s breakfast, I was stopped in the hall by Mr. Brympton.
"What were you doing out so early?" he says, looking hard at me.
"Early--me, sir?" I said, in a tremble.
"Come, come," he says, an angry red spot coming out on his forehead, "didn"t I see you scuttling home through the shrubbery an hour or more ago?"
I"m a truthful woman by nature, but at that a lie popped out ready-made. "No, sir, you didn"t," said I, and looked straight back at him.
He shrugged his shoulders and gave a sullen laugh. "I suppose you think I was drunk last night?" he asked suddenly.
"No, sir, I don"t," I answered, this time truthfully enough.
He turned away with another shrug. "A pretty notion my servants have of me!" I heard him mutter as he walked off.
Not till I had settled down to my afternoon"s sewing did I realize how the events of the night had shaken me. I couldn"t pa.s.s that locked door without a shiver. I knew I had heard someone come out of it, and walk down the pa.s.sage ahead of me. I thought of speaking to Mrs. Blinder or to Mr. Wace, the only two in the house who appeared to have an inkling of what was going on, but I had a feeling that if I questioned them they would deny everything, and that I might learn more by holding my tongue and keeping my eyes open. The idea of spending another night opposite the locked room sickened me, and once I was seized with the notion of packing my trunk and taking the first train to town; but it wasn"t in me to throw over a kind mistress in that manner, and I tried to go on with my sewing as if nothing had happened.
I hadn"t worked ten minutes before the sewing-machine broke down. It was one I had found in the house, a good machine, but a trifle out of order: Mrs. Blinder said it had never been used since Emma Saxon"s death. I stopped to see what was wrong, and as I was working at the machine a drawer which I had never been able to open slid forward and a photograph fell out. I picked it up and sat looking at it in a maze. It was a woman"s likeness, and I knew I had seen the face somewhere--the eyes had an asking look that I had felt on me before. And suddenly I remembered the pale woman in the pa.s.sage.
I stood up, cold all over, and ran out of the room. My heart seemed to be thumping in the top of my head, and I felt as if I should never get away from the look in those eyes. I went straight to Mrs. Blinder. She was taking her afternoon nap, and sat up with a jump when I came in.
"Mrs. Blinder," said I, "who is that?" And I held out the photograph.
She rubbed her eyes and stared.
"Why, Emma Saxon," says she. "Where did you find it?"
I looked hard at her for a minute. "Mrs. Blinder," I said, "I"ve seen that face before."
Mrs. Blinder got up and walked over to the looking-gla.s.s. "Dear me! I must have been asleep," she says. "My front is all over one ear. And now do run along, Miss Hartley, dear, for I hear the clock striking four, and I must go down this very minute and put on the Virginia ham for Mr. Brympton"s dinner."
IV
TO all appearances, things went on as usual for a week or two. The only difference was that Mr. Brympton stayed on, instead of going off as he usually did, and that Mr. Ranford never showed himself. I heard Mr.
Brympton remark on this one afternoon when he was sitting in my mistress"s room before dinner.
"Where"s Ranford?" says he. "He hasn"t been near the house for a week.
Does he keep away because I"m here?"
Mrs. Brympton spoke so low that I couldn"t catch her answer.
"Well," he went on, "two"s company and three"s trumpery; I"m sorry to be in Ranford"s way, and I suppose I shall have to take myself off again in a day or two and give him a show." And he laughed at his own joke.
The very next day, as it happened, Mr. Ranford called. The footman said the three were very merry over their tea in the library, and Mr.
Brympton strolled down to the gate with Mr. Ranford when he left.
I have said that things went on as usual; and so they did with the rest of the household; but as for myself, I had never been the same since the night my bell had rung. Night after night I used to lie awake, listening for it to ring again, and for the door of the locked room to open stealthily. But the bell never rang, and I heard no sound across the pa.s.sage. At last the silence began to be more dreadful to me than the most mysterious sounds. I felt that _someone_ were cowering there, behind the locked door, watching and listening as I watched and listened, and I could almost have cried out, "Whoever you are, come out and let me see you face to face, but don"t lurk there and spy on me in the darkness!"
Feeling as I did, you may wonder I didn"t give warning. Once I very nearly did so; but at the last moment something held me back. Whether it was compa.s.sion for my mistress, who had grown more and more dependent on me, or unwillingness to try a new place, or some other feeling that I couldn"t put a name to, I lingered on as if spell-bound, though every night was dreadful to me, and the days but little better.
For one thing, I didn"t like Mrs. Brympton"s looks. She had never been the same since that night, no more than I had. I thought she would brighten up after Mr. Brympton left, but though she seemed easier in her mind, her spirits didn"t revive, nor her strength either. She had grown attached to me, and seemed to like to have me about; and Agnes told me one day that, since Emma Saxon"s death, I was the only maid her mistress had taken to. This gave me a warm feeling for the poor lady, though after all there was little I could do to help her.
After Mr. Brympton"s departure, Mr. Ranford took to coming again, though less often than formerly. I met him once or twice in the grounds, or in the village, and I couldn"t but think there was a change in him too; but I set it down to my disordered fancy.
The weeks pa.s.sed, and Mr. Brympton had now been a month absent. We heard he was cruising with a friend in the West Indies, and Mr. Wace said that was a long way off, but though you had the wings of a dove and went to the uttermost parts of the earth, you couldn"t get away from the Almighty. Agnes said that as long as he stayed away from Brympton, the Almighty might have him and welcome; and this raised a laugh, though Mrs. Blinder tried to look shocked, and Mr. Wace said the bears would eat us.
We were all glad to hear that the West Indies were a long way off, and I remember that, in spite of Mr. Wace"s solemn looks, we had a very merry dinner that day in the hall. I don"t know if it was because of my being in better spirits, but I fancied Mrs. Brympton looked better too, and seemed more cheerful in her manner. She had been for a walk in the morning, and after luncheon she lay down in her room, and I read aloud to her. When she dismissed me I went to my own room feeling quite bright and happy, and for the first time in weeks walked past the locked door without thinking of it. As I sat down to my work I looked out and saw a few snow-flakes falling. The sight was pleasanter than the eternal rain, and I pictured to myself how pretty the bare gardens would look in their white mantle. It seemed to me as if the snow would cover up all the dreariness, indoors as well as out.
The fancy had hardly crossed my mind when I heard a step at my side. I looked up, thinking it was Agnes.
"Well, Agnes--" said I, and the words froze on my tongue; for there, in the door, stood Emma Saxon.
I don"t know how long she stood there. I only know I couldn"t stir or take my eyes from her. Afterward I was terribly frightened, but at the time it wasn"t fear I felt, but something deeper and quieter. She looked at me long and long, and her face was just one dumb prayer to me--but how in the world was I to help her? Suddenly she turned, and I heard her walk down the pa.s.sage. This time I wasn"t afraid to follow--I felt that I must know what she wanted. I sprang up and ran out. She was at the other end of the pa.s.sage, and I expected her to take the turn toward my mistress"s room; but instead of that she pushed open the door that led to the backstairs. I followed her down the stairs, and across the pa.s.sageway to the back door. The kitchen and hall were empty at that hour, the servants being off duty, except for the footman, who was in the pantry. At the door she stood still a moment, with another look at me; then she turned the handle, and stepped out. For a minute I hesitated. Where was she leading me to? The door had closed softly after her, and I opened it and looked out, half-expecting to find that she had disappeared. But I saw her a few yards off, hurrying across the court-yard to the path through the woods. Her figure looked black and lonely in the snow, and for a second my heart failed me and I thought of turning back. But all the while she was drawing me after her; and catching up an old shawl of Mrs. Blinder"s I ran out into the open.
Emma Saxon was in the wood-path now. She walked on steadily, and I followed at the same pace, till we pa.s.sed out of the gates and reached the high-road. Then she struck across the open fields to the village.
By this time the ground was white, and as she climbed the slope of a bare hill ahead of me I noticed that she left no foot-prints behind her. At sight of that, my heart shrivelled up within me, and my knees were water. Somehow, it was worse here than indoors. She made the whole countryside seem lonely as the grave, with none but us two in it, and no help in the wide world.
Once I tried to go back; but she turned and looked at me, and it was as if she had dragged me with ropes. After that I followed her like a dog.
We came to the village, and she led me through it, past the church and the blacksmith"s shop, and down the lane to Mr. Ranford"s. Mr.
Ranford"s house stands close to the road: a plain old-fashioned building, with a flagged path leading to the door between box-borders.
The lane was deserted, and as I turned into it, I saw Emma Saxon pause under the old elm by the gate. And now another fear came over me. I saw that we had reached the end of our journey, and that it was my turn to act. All the way from Brympton I had been asking myself what she wanted of me, but I had followed in a trance, as it were, and not till I saw her stop at Mr. Ranford"s gate did my brain begin to clear itself. It stood a little way off in the snow, my heart beating fit to strangle me, and my feet frozen to the ground; and she stood under the elm and watched me.
I knew well enough that she hadn"t led me there for nothing. I felt there was something I ought to say or do--but how was I to guess what it was? I had never thought harm of my mistress and Mr. Ranford, but I was sure now that, from one cause or another, some dreadful thing hung over them. _She_ knew what it was; she would tell me if she could; perhaps she would answer if I questioned her.
It turned me faint to think of speaking to her; but I plucked up heart and dragged myself across the few yards between us. As I did so, I heard the house-door open, and saw Mr. Ranford approaching. He looked handsome and cheerful, as my mistress had looked that morning, and at sight of him the blood began to flow again in my veins.
"Why, Hartley," said he, "what"s the matter? I saw you coming down the lane just now, and came out to see if you had taken root in the snow."
He stopped and stared at me. "What are you looking at?" he says.
I turned toward the elm as he spoke, and his eyes followed me; but there was no one there. The lane was empty as far as the eye could reach.
A sense of helplessness came over me. She was gone, and I had not been able to guess what she wanted. Her last look had pierced me to the marrow; and yet it had not told me! All at once, I felt more desolate than when she had stood there watching me. It seemed as if she had left me all alone to carry the weight of the secret I couldn"t guess. The snow went round me in great circles, and the ground fell away from me....
A drop of brandy and the warmth of Mr. Ranford"s fire soon brought me to, and I insisted on being driven back at once to Brympton. It was nearly dark, and I was afraid my mistress might be wanting me. I explained to Mr. Ranford that I had been out for a walk and had been taken with a fit of giddiness as I pa.s.sed his gate. This was true enough; yet I never felt more like a liar than when I said it.
When I dressed Mrs. Brympton for dinner she remarked on my pale looks and asked what ailed me. I told her I had a headache, and she said she would not require me again that evening, and advised me to go to bed.
It was a fact that I could scarcely keep on my feet; yet I had no fancy to spend a solitary evening in my room. I sat downstairs in the hall as long as I could hold my head up; but by nine I crept upstairs, too weary to care what happened if I could but get my head on a pillow. The rest of the household went to bed soon afterward; they kept early hours when the master was away, and before ten I heard Mrs. Blinder"s door close, and Mr. Wace"s soon after.
It was a very still night, earth and air all m.u.f.fled in snow. Once in bed I felt easier, and lay quiet, listening to the strange noises that come out in a house after dark. Once I thought I heard a door open and close again below: it might have been the gla.s.s door that led to the gardens. I got up and peered out of the window; but it was in the dark of the moon, and nothing visible outside but the streaking of snow against the panes.
I went back to bed and must have dozed, for I jumped awake to the furious ringing of my bell. Before my head was clear I had sprung out of bed, and was dragging on my clothes. _It is going to happen now_, I heard myself saying; but what I meant I had no notion. My hands seemed to be covered with glue--I thought I should never get into my clothes.
At last I opened my door and peered down the pa.s.sage. As far as my candle-flame carried, I could see nothing unusual ahead of me. I hurried on, breathless; but as I pushed open the baize door leading to the main hall my heart stood still, for there at the head of the stairs was Emma Saxon, peering dreadfully down into the darkness.
For a second I couldn"t stir; but my hand slipped from the door, and as it swung shut the figure vanished. At the same instant there came another sound from below stairs--a stealthy mysterious sound, as of a latch-key turning in the house-door. I ran to Mrs. Brympton"s room and knocked.