"So she had cause to be," said Dale gravely.
"He"d always shown himself a real friend?"
"The best friend anybody ever had," said Dale with impressive earnestness. Then, going, he returned to speak in a confidential whisper close to Mr. Ridgett"s ear. "It was he who did the trick for me up there. But for _him_, I was to be hoofed out of this, as sure as eggs."
"Really! Well, I"ll tell you frankly, I"m not surprised to hear it.
Ever since the little Missis came home with the happy tale, I"ve been wondering what miracle pulled you through so grand with them."
Then Dale went out and down the street, talking to everybody he met.
The village received him with tranquil indifference. No one congratulated him. The greater excitement had obliterated all memory of the less: not a soul seemed to recollect the famous controversy, the postmaster"s campaign against detractors, his long absence or his brilliant success. Kibworth Rocks, the drawn blinds of the Abbey House, the decorations of the Abbey Church--these were the only things that Rodchurch could now think of, or talk about.
The inquest, held on Monday in one of the state rooms at the Abbey, brought to light no new facts that were of the least importance. All sorts of people gave evidence, but no one had anything to say that was really worth saying. Mr. Allen, it appeared, had "acted foolish" and been reproved by the Coroner, first for irrelevance and then for impertinence.
Allen had attempted to persuade the Court that the prime cause of the accident was simply this, that poor Mr. Barradine"s saddle was made by a London firm instead of by him--Allen. He pooh-poohed the stud-groom"s statement that Mr. Barradine had an ineradicable objection to patent detachable stirrups, and maintained that he would have been able, in five minutes" quiet conversation, to prevail on the deceased gentleman to adopt a certain device which was known to Allen but to n.o.body else in the trade; and then he attempted to read a written paper in which he advocated the superiority to the modern plain flap of the ancient padded knee-roll as a means of rendering the seat more secure for forehand stumbles.
"It was laughable--but for the occasion--to hear him spouting out his nonsense, until Doctor Hollis told him straight he wouldn"t put up with it any longer."
Dale gave this account of the proceedings to Mavis and to Mr. Ridgett, who had come up to take high tea on the eve of his departure just as he had done on the day of his arrival.
"But I admit," said Dale, conscientiously, "there was one bit of sense in Allen"s remarks. He convinced me against trusting to these blood animals. They"re too _quick_, and they"re never _sure_. The grooms an"
all spoke up to Mr. Barradine"s knowledge of his ridin" gen"rally; but it stands to reason, when you"re past sixty your grip on a horse isn"t the same thing as what it once was. Say, your mount gets bounding this way, that way;" and with his body and hands he indicated the rapid lateral movements of a horse shying and plunging. "Well, it"s only the grip that can save you. You aren"t going to keep in your saddle by mere balance--and it"s balance that old gentlemen rely on best part of the time."
Mavis listened wonderingly and admiringly. When her husband spoke of the dead man, his voice was grave, calm and kindly. No one on earth could have detected that while the man lived, he had been regarded with anything but affection. She thought of that epithet that people so often echo--Death the Leveler. Could one hope that already, although Will might not know it, might not be willing to know it, death had taken from him all or nearly all of his anger and resentment? If it was only just acting--the stubborn effort to keep up appearances--it was marvelous. Then she sighed. She had remembered that Will never did things by halves.
She felt almost gay, certainly quite light-hearted, when driving out with him to the funeral. It was such a glorious day, not a bit too hot, with a west wind sweeping unseen through the limpid sky; and the whole landscape seeming animated, everywhere the sound of wheels, the roads full of people all going one way. She simulated gravity, even sadness, as they pa.s.sed the dark pines near Hadleigh Wood; but in truth she was quite undisturbed by her proximity to the fateful spot.
It seemed to her that with the murmur of the wheels, the movement of the air, the progressive excitement of every minute, all the tragic or gloomy element of life was rolling far away from her.
The scene presented at the Abbey struck her as magnificent. She had never seen so many private carriages a.s.sembled together, and she would not have guessed that the whole county of Hampshire contained so many policemen. There were soldiers also--members of some volunteer or yeomanry corps of which the deceased was honorary colonel. Their brilliant uniforms shone out dazzlingly on a background of black dresses and coats.
Naturally there was not s.p.a.ce in the church for all this vast concourse. The n.o.bility, gentry, and other ticket-holders were admitted first, and then there came an unmannerly rush which the constables checked with difficulty. Mavis and Dale were just inside the door; and Mr. Silc.o.x close by, whispering, and pointing out several lords and ladies near the chancel steps. The service was long but very beautiful, with giant candles burning by the draped bier, organ music that seemed to swell and rumble in the pit of one"s stomach, and light voices of singing boys that made one vibrate as if one had been turned into gla.s.s--all stirring one to a quite meaningless regret, not for the man who lay deaf and dumb and blind beneath the velvet pall, but because of vague thoughts about children who die young and have wings to hover over those they loved down here below. And, oh, the increasing heat of the church, the oppressive crush, the heavy odors of flowers and c.r.a.pe and perspiration! When at last one emerged, and the open air touched one"s forehead, it was like coming out of an oven into a cold bath.
Then the remains were consigned to the family vault in the small graveyard behind the church--the crowd filling every vista, the bells tolling, and the soldiers discharging a cannon and making one jump at each regularly timed discharge. Mavis, turning her eyes in all directions, looked at everything with intense interest--at the gentlefolk, now inextricably mixed up with the tenantry and the mob; at her husband, standing so black and solemn, with a face that might have belonged to a marble statue; at the puff of smoke that crept upward when the gun went bang, at the sunlight on the church tower, at the birds flying so high and so joyous above its battlements. And all at once she saw Aunt Petherick--the blackest mourner there, with c.r.a.pe veils trailing to the ground, a red face down which the tears streamed in rivers; sobbing so that the sobs sounded like the most violent hiccoughs; really almost as much noise as the soldiers" gun.
Will had seen her too. Mavis noticed his stony glance at Auntie, when the crowd began to move again.
While he was slowly making his way toward the stables, she got hold of Mrs. Petherick and had a little chat with her. Auntie had now entirely recovered from her recent hysterical storm; the redness of her face was pa.s.sing off, and its expression was one of anxiety, rather than of grief.
"My dear girl," she said, "I don"t yet know what this will mean to me.
You know, he promised the house for my life--but he wouldn"t give me a lease. I"ve nothing to show--not so much as a letter. I may be turned out neck and crop."
"Oh, Auntie, I should think his wishes would be respected."
"How"m I to prove his wishes?" said Mrs. Petherick, quite testily.
"It"ll be wish my foot, for all the lawyers"ll care."
"Oh, Auntie!"
"You know, he faithfully promised to provide for me. And now the talk is he never made a will at all. You can"t believe the talk. But, oh, it"s awful to me. The suspense! It"ll break my heart to give up North Ride."
"Auntie," said Mavis presently; "if you chance upon Will, don"t speak to him."
"Why not?"
She whispered the answer. "He found out about _him_ and me."
"Oh, did he? How did he take it?"
"Awfully badly."
But Mrs. Petherick did not seem to care twopence about the domestic trouble of Mavis and Will. Her thoughts were engrossed by her own affairs.
"Mavis, I do think this: that if there"s a will found, I shall be in it. He wasn"t a liar, whatever he was."
That night there seemed to be a tremendous lot of drunkenness in Rodchurch, and when the Gauntlet Inn closed you could hear the shouting as far off as the post office. But next day the village was quietly drowsy as of old: it had got over its excitement.
Weeks pa.s.sed, and for Mavis time began to glide. All things in the post office itself had resumed their ordinary course, and she felt instinctively that up-stairs, as well as down-stairs, a normal order would rule again before very long. Outwardly she and Dale were just what they used to be. They were not, however, really living as husband and wife. She suffered, but made no complaint. All would come right.
X
Mr. Barradine had not died intestate. This fact was made known at the post office in a sudden and perturbing manner by a letter to Mavis from Messrs. Cleaver, the Old Manninglea solicitors. Messrs. Cleaver informed her that the London firm who were acting in the matter of Mr.
Barradine"s will had instructed them to communicate with her, because certain doc.u.ments--such as attested copies of her birth certificate, marriage certificate, and so on--would presently be required; and it would be convenient to Messrs. Cleaver, if she could pay them a call within the next two or three days.
Mavis gave the letter to Dale when they met at breakfast, and he read it slowly and thoughtfully.
"What do you suppose it means, Will?"
"I suppose it means that you"re one of the leg"tees."
"Yes." Mavis drew in her breath. "It came into my mind that it might be that."
"I don"t see what else it can be."
His face had become dull and expressionless, and he spoke in a heavy tone.
"I may go over and see Mr. Cleaver, mayn"t I?"
"Yes," he said. "But I must go with you."
"When can you get away? I don"t think we ought to put it off."
"No. There mustn"t be an hour"s avoidable delay. I"ll take you over this afternoon."
Then, without another word, he finished his breakfast and went down-stairs. Mavis was vibrating with excitement, her eyes large and bright, a spot of poppy color on each cheek; she longed to burst out into all sorts of conjectures, to discuss every possibility, but she did not dare speak to him again just then.