In the embarra.s.sment which troubled Regina at that moment, he had preferred the two requests of all others with which it was most impossible for her to comply. She still looked obstinately on the ground; and, instead of speaking of Amelius, she diverged to the subject of Mr. Farnaby"s illness.
"I am staying in Paris with my uncle," she said. "He has had a long illness; but he is strong enough now to speak to me of things that have been on his mind for some time past. He has so surprised me; he has made me so miserable about Amelius--" She paused, and put her handkerchief to her eyes. Rufus said nothing to console her--he waited doggedly until she was ready to go on. "You know Amelius well," she resumed; "you are fond of him; you believe in him, don"t you? Do you think he is capable of behaving basely to any person who trusts him? Is it likely, is it possible, he could be false and cruel to Me?"
The mere question roused the indignation of Rufus. "Whoever said that of him, Miss, told you a lie! I answer for my boy as I answer for myself."
She looked at him at last, with a sudden expression of relief. "I said so too," she rejoined; "I said some enemy had slandered him. My uncle won"t tell me who it is. He positively forbids me to write to Amelius; he tells me I must never see Amelius again--he is going to write and break off the engagement. Oh, it"s too cruel! too cruel!"
Thus far they had been walking on slowly. But now Rufus stopped, determined to make her speak plainly.
"Take a word of advice from me, Miss," he said. "Never trust anybody by halves. There"s nothing I"m not ready to do, to set this matter right; but I must know what I"m about first. What"s said against Amelius? Out with it, no matter what "tis! I"m old enough to be your father; and I feel for you accordingly--I do."
The thorough sincerity of tone and manner which accompanied those words had its effect. Regina blushed and trembled--but she spoke out.
"My uncle says Amelius has disgraced himself, and insulted me; my uncle says there is a person--a girl living with him--" She stopped, with a faint cry of alarm. Her hand, still testing on the arm of Rufus, felt him start as the allusion to the girl pa.s.sed her lips. "You have heard of it!" she cried. "Oh, G.o.d help me, it"s true!"
"True?" Rufus repeated, with stern contempt. "What"s come to you?
Haven"t I told you already, it"s a lie? I"ll answer to it, Amelius is true to you. Will that do? No? You"re an obstinate one, Miss--that you are. Well! it"s due to the boy that I should set him right with you, if words will do it. You know how he"s been brought up at Tadmor? Bear that in mind--and now you shall have the truth of it, on the word of an honest man."
Without further preface, he told her how Amelius had met with Sally, insisting strongly on the motives of pure humanity by which his friend had been actuated. Regina listened with an obstinate expression of distrust which would have discouraged most men. Rufus persisted, nevertheless; and, to some extent at least, succeeded in producing the right impression. When he reached the close of the narrative--when he a.s.serted that he had himself seen Amelius confide the girl unreservedly to the care of a lady who was a dear and valued friend of his own; and when he declared that there had been no after-meeting between them and no written correspondence--then, at last, Regina owned that he had not encouraged her to trust in the honour of Amelius, without reason to justify him. But, even under these circ.u.mstances, there was a residue of suspicion still left in her mind. She asked for the name of the lady to whose benevolent a.s.sistance Amelius had been indebted. Rufus took out one of his cards, and wrote Mrs. Payson"s name and address on it.
"Your nature, my dear, is not quite so confiding as I could have wished to see it," he said, quietly handing her the card. "But we can"t change our natures--can we? And you"re not bound to believe a man like me, without witnesses to back him. Write to Mrs. Payson, and make your mind easy. And, while we are about it, tell me where I can telegraph to you tomorrow--I"m off to London by the night mail."
"Do you mean, you are going to see Amelius?
"That is so. I"m too fond of Amelius to let this trouble rest where "tis now. I"ve been away from him, here in Paris, for some little time--and you may tell me (and quite right, too) I can"t answer for what may have been going on in my absence. No! now we are about it, we"ll have it out.
I mean to see Amelius and see Mrs. Payson, tomorrow morning. Just tell your uncle to hold his hand, before he breaks off your marriage, and wait for a telegram from me. Well? and this is your address, is it?
I know the hotel. A nice look-out on the Twillery Gardens--but a bad cellar of wine, as I hear. I"m at the Grand Hotel myself, if there"s anything else that troubles you before evening. Now I look at you again, I reckon there"s something more to be said, if you"ll only let it find its way to your tongue. No; it ain"t thanks. We"ll take the grat.i.tude for granted, and get to what"s behind it. There"s your carriage--and the good lady looks tired of waiting. Well, now?"
"It"s only one thing," Regina acknowledged, with her eyes on the ground again. "Perhaps, when you go to London, you may see the--"
"The girl?"
"Yes."
"It"s not likely. Say I do see her--what then?"
Regina"s colour began to show itself again. "If you do see her," she said, "I beg and entreat you won"t speak of _me_ in her hearing. I should die of the shame of it, if she thought herself asked to give him up out of pity for me. Promise I am not to be brought forward; promise you won"t even mention my having spoken to you about it. On your word of honour!"
Rufus gave her his promise, without showing any hesitation, or making any remark. But when she shook hands with him, on returning to the carriage, he held her hand for a moment. "Please to excuse me, Miss, if I ask one question," he said, in tones too low to be heard by any other person. "Are you really fond of Amelius?"
"I am surprised you should doubt it," she answered; "I am more--much more than fond of him!"
Rufus handed her silently into the carriage, "Fond of him, are you?" he thought, as he walked away by himself. "I reckon it"s a sort of fondness that don"t wear well, and won"t stand washing."
CHAPTER 8
Early the next morning, Rufus rang at the cottage gate.
"Well, Mr. Frenchman, and how do _you_ git along? And how"s Amelius?"
Toff, standing before the gate, answered with the utmost respect, but showed no inclination to let the visitor in.
"Amelius has his intervals of laziness," Rufus proceeded; "I bet he"s in bed!"
"My young master was up and dressed an hour ago, sir--he has just gone out."
"That is so, is it? Well, I"ll wait till he comes back." He pushed by Toff, and walked into the cottage. "Your foreign ceremonies are clean thrown away on me," he said, as Toff tried to stop him in the hall. "I"m the American savage; and I"m used up with travelling all night. Here"s a little order for you: whisky, bitters, lemon, and ice--I"ll take a c.o.c.ktail in the library."
Toff made a last desperate effort to get between the visitor and the door. "I beg your pardon, sir, a thousand times; I must most respectfully entreat you to wait--"
Before he could explain himself, Rufus, with the most perfect good humour, pulled the old man out of his way. "What"s troubling this venerable creature"s mind--" he inquired of himself, "does he think I don"t know my way in?"
He opened the library door--and found himself face to face with Sally.
She had risen from her chair, hearing voices outside, and hesitating whether to leave the room or not. They confronted each other, on either side of the table, in silent dismay. For once Rufus was so completely bewildered, that he took refuge in his customary form of greeting before he was aware of it himself.
"How do you find yourself, Miss? I take pleasure in renewing our acquaintance,--Thunder! that"s not it; I reckon I"m off my head. Do me the favour, young woman, to forget every word I"ve said to you. If any mortal creature had told me I should find you here, I should have said "twas a lie--and I should have been the liar. That makes a man feel bad, I can tell you. No! don"t slide off, if you please, into the next room--_that_ won"t set things right, nohow. Sit you down again. Now I"m here, I have something to say. I"ll speak first to Mr. Frenchman. Listen to this, old sir. If I happen to want a witness standing in the doorway, I"ll ring the bell; for the present I can do without you. Bong Shewer, as we say in your country." He proceeded to shut the door on Toff and his remonstrances.
"I protest, sir, against acts of violence, unworthy of a gentleman!"
cried Toff, struggling to get back again.
"Be as angry as you please in the kitchen," Rufus answered, persisting in closing the door; "I won"t have a noise up here. If you know where your master is, go and fetch him--and the sooner the better." He turned back to Sally, and surveyed her for a while in terrible silence. She was afraid to look at him; her eyes were on the book which she had been reading when he came in. "You look to me," Rufus remarked, "as if you had been settled here for a time. Never mind your book now; you can go back to your reading after we"ve had a word or two together first." He reached out his long arm, and pulled the book to his own side of the table. Sally innocently silenced him for the second time. He opened the book, and discovered--the New Testament.
"It"s my lesson, if you please, sir. I"m to learn it where the pencil mark is, before Amelius comes back." She offered her poor little explanation, trembling with terror. In spite of himself, Rufus began to look at her less sternly.
"So you call him "Amelius", do you?" he said. "I note that, Miss, as an unfavourable sign to begin with. How long, if you please, has Amelius turned schoolmarm, for your young ladyship"s benefit? Don"t you understand? Well, you"re not the only inhabitant of Great Britain who don"t understand the English language. I"ll put it plainer. When I last saw Amelius, you were learning your lessons at the Home. What ill wind, Miss, blew you in here? Did Amelius fetch you, or did you come of your own accord, without waiting to be whistled for?" He spoke coa.r.s.ely but not ill-humouredly. Sally"s pretty downcast face was pleading with him for mercy, and (as he felt, with supreme contempt for himself) was not altogether pleading in vain. "If I guessed that you ran away from the home," he resumed, "should I guess right?"
She answered with a sudden accession of confidence. "Don"t blame Amelius," she said; "I did run away. I couldn"t live without him."
"You don"t know how you can live, young one, till you"ve tried the experiment. Well, and what did they do at the Home? Did they send after you, to fetch you back?"
"They wouldn"t take me back--they sent my clothes here after me."
"Ah, those were the rules, I reckon. I begin to see my way to the end of it now. Amelius gave you house-room?"
She looked at him proudly. "He gave me a room of my own," she said.
His next question was the exact repet.i.tion of the question which he had put to Regina in Paris. The only variety was in the answer that he received.
"Are you fond of Amelius?"
"I would die for him!"
Rufus had hitherto spoken, standing. He now took a chair.
"If Amelius had not been brought up at Tadmor," he said, "I should take my hat, and wish you good morning. As things are, a word more may be a word in season. Your lessons here seem to have agreed with you, Miss.
You"re a different sort of girl to what you were when I last saw you."