Kitty was immediately interested. She threw down her own rod, and a.s.sisted her ignorant companion. A wretched little fish appeared in the air, wriggling. "It"s a roach," Kitty p.r.o.nounced. "It"s in pain," the merciful lawyer added; "give it to me." Kitty took it off the hook, and obeyed. Mr. Sarrazin with humane gentleness of handling put it back into the water. "Go, and G.o.d bless you," said this excellent man, as the roach disappeared joyously with a flick of its tail. Kitty was scandalized. "That"s not sport!" she said. "Oh, yes, it is," he answered--"sport to the fish."
They went on with their angling. What embarra.s.sing question would Kitty ask next? Would she want to be told why her father had left her? No: the last image in the child"s mind had been the image of Sydney Westerfield.
She was still thinking of it when she spoke again.
"I wonder whether you"re right about Syd?" she began. "You might be mistaken, mightn"t you? I sometimes fancy mamma and Sydney may have had a quarrel. Would you mind asking mamma if that"s true?" the affectionate little creature said, anxiously. "You see, I can"t help talking of Syd, I"m so fond of her; and I do miss her so dreadfully every now and then; and I"m afraid--oh, dear, dear, I"m afraid I shall never see her again!"
She let her rod drop on the pier, and put her little hands over her face and burst out crying.
Shocked and distressed, good Mr. Sarrazin kissed her, and consoled her, and told another excusable lie.
"Try to be comforted, Kitty; I"m sure you will see her again."
His conscience reproached him as he held out that false hope. It could never be! The one unpardonable sin, in the judgment of fallible human creatures like herself, was the sin that Sydney Westerfield had committed. Is there something wrong in human nature? or something wrong in human laws? All that is best and n.o.blest in us feels the influence of love--and the rules of society declare that an accident of position shall decide whether love is a virtue or a crime.
These thoughts were in the lawyer"s mind. They troubled him and disheartened him: it was a relief rather than an interruption when he felt Kitty"s hand on his arm. She had dried her tears, with a child"s happy facility in pa.s.sing from one emotion to another, and was now astonished and interested by a marked change in the weather.
"Look for the lake!" she cried. "You can"t see it."
A dense white fog was closing round them. Its stealthy advance over the water had already begun to hide the boathouse at the end of the pier from view. The raw cold of the atmosphere made the child shiver. As Mr.
Sarrazin took her hand to lead her indoors, he turned and looked back at the faint outline of the boathouse, disappearing in the fog. Kitty wondered. "Do you see anything?" she asked.
He answered that there was nothing to see, in the absent tone of a man busy with his own thoughts. They took the garden path which led to the cottage. As they reached the door he roused himself, and looked round again in the direction of the invisible lake.
"Was the boat-house of any use now," he inquired--"was there a boat in it, for instance?" "There was a capital boat, fit to go anywhere." "And a man to manage it?" "To be sure! the gardener was the man; he had been a sailor once; and he knew the lake as well as--" Kitty stopped, at a loss for a comparison. "As well as you know your multiplication table?"
said Mr. Sarrazin, dropping his serious questions on a sudden. Kitty shook her head. "Much better," she honestly acknowledged.
Opening the breakfast-room door they saw Mrs. Presty making coffee.
Kitty at once retired. When she had been fishing, her grandmamma inculcated habits of order by directing her to take the rods to pieces, and to put them away in their cases in the lumber-room. While she was absent, Mr. Sarrazin profited by the opportunity, and asked if Mrs.
Linley had thought it over in the night, and had decided on applying for a Divorce.
"I know nothing about my daughter," Mrs. Presty answered, "except that she had a bad night. Thinking, no doubt, over your advice," the old lady added with a mischievous smile.
"Will you kindly inquire if Mrs. Linley has made up her mind yet?" the lawyer ventured to say.
"Isn"t that your business?" Mrs. Presty asked slyly. "Suppose you write a little note, and I will send it up to her room." The worldly-wisdom which prompted this suggestion contemplated a possible necessity for calling a domestic council, a.s.sembled to consider the course of action which Mrs. Linley would do well to adopt. If the influence of her mother was among the forms of persuasion which might be tried, that wary relative maneuvered to make the lawyer speak first, and so to reserve to herself the advantage of having the last word.
Patient Mr. Sarrazin wrote the note.
He modestly asked for instructions; and he was content to receive them in one word--Yes or No. In the event of the answer being Yes, he would ask for a few minutes" conversation with Mrs. Linley, at her earliest convenience. That was all.
The reply was returned in a form which left Yes to be inferred: "I will receive you as soon as you have finished your breakfast."
Chapter XXVII. Resolution.
Having read Mrs. Linley"s answer, Mr. Sarrazin looked out of the breakfast-room window, and saw that the fog had reached the cottage.
Before Mrs. Presty could make any remark on the change in the weather, he surprised her by an extraordinary question.
"Is there an upper room here, ma"am, which has a view of the road before your front gate?"
"Certainly!"
"And can I go into it without disturbing anybody?"
Mrs. Presty said, "Of course!" with an uplifting of her eye brows which expressed astonishment not unmixed with suspicion. "Do you want to go up now?" she added, "or will you wait till you have had your breakfast?"
"I want to go up, if you please, before the fog thickens. Oh, Mrs.
Presty, I am ashamed to trouble you! Let the servant show me the room."
No. For the first time in her life Mrs. Presty insisted on doing servant"s duty. If she had been crippled in both legs her curiosity would have helped her to get up the stairs on her hands. "There!" she said, opening the door of the upper room, and placing herself exactly in the middle of it, so that she could see all round her: "Will that do for you?"
Mr. Sarrazin went to the window; hid himself behind the curtain; and cautiously peeped out. In half a minute he turned his back on the misty view of the road, and said to himself: "Just what I expected."
Other women might have asked what this mysterious proceeding meant.
Mrs. Presty"s sense of her own dignity adopted a system of independent discovery. To Mr. Sarrazin"s amus.e.m.e.nt, she imitated him to his face.
Advancing to the window, she, too, hid herself behind the curtain, and she, too, peeped out. Still following her model, she next turned her back on the view--and then she became herself again. "Now we have both looked out of window," she said to the lawyer, in her own inimitably impudent way, "suppose we compare our impressions."
This was easily done. They had both seen the same two men walking backward and forward, opposite the front gate of the cottage. Before the advancing fog made it impossible to identify him, Mr. Sarrazin had recognized in one of the men his agreeable fellow-traveler on the journey from London. The other man--a stranger--was in all probability an a.s.sistant spy obtained in the neighborhood. This discovery suggested serious embarra.s.sment in the future. Mrs. Presty asked what was to be done next. Mr. Sarrazin answered: "Let us have our breakfast."
In another quarter of an hour they were both in Mrs. Linley"s room.
Her agitated manner, her reddened eyes, showed that she was still suffering under the emotions of the past night. The moment the lawyer approached her, she crossed the room with hurried steps, and took both his hands in her trembling grasp. "You are a good man, you are a kind man," she said to him wildly; "you have my truest respect and regard.
Tell me, are you--really--really--really sure that the one way in which I can keep my child with me is the way you mentioned last night?"
Mr. Sarrazin led her gently back to her chair.
The sad change in her startled and distressed him. Sincerely, solemnly even, he declared that the one alternative before her was the alternative that he had mentioned. He entreated her to control herself.
It was useless, she still held him as if she was holding to her last hope.
"Listen to me!" she cried. "There"s something more; there"s another chance for me. I must, and will, know what you think of it."
"Wait a little. Pray wait a little!"
"No! not a moment. Is there any hope in appealing to the lawyer whom Mr.
Linley has employed? Let me go back with you to London. I will persuade him to exert his influence--I will go down on my knees to him--I will never leave him till I have won him over to my side--I will take Kitty with me; he shall see us both, and pity us, and help us!"
"Hopeless. Quite hopeless, Mrs. Linley."
"Oh, don"t say that!"
"My dear lady, my poor dear lady, I must say it. The man you are talking of is the last man in the world to be influenced as you suppose. He is notoriously a lawyer, and nothing but a lawyer. If you tried to move him to pity you, he would say, "Madam, I am doing my duty to my client"; and he would ring his bell and have you shown out. Yes! even if he saw you crushed and crying at his feet."
Mrs. Presty interfered for the first time.
"In your place, Catherine," she said, "I would put my foot down on that man and crush _him_. Consent to the Divorce, and you may do it."
Mrs. Linley lay prostrate in her chair. The excitement which had sustained her thus far seemed to have sunk with the sinking of her last hope. Pale, exhausted, yielding to hard necessity, she looked up when her mother said, "Consent to the Divorce," and answered, "I have consented."