"Yes, of course he is," answered Kate, looking up with great wondering eyes. "Don"t you know that he is the chief supporter of the Purbrook Street Branch of the Primitive Trinitarians, and sits in the front pew three times every Sunday?"
"Ah!" said Tom.
"Yes, and subscribes to all the charitable funds, and is a friend of Mr. Jefferson Edwards, the great philanthropist. Besides, look how good he has been to me. He has taken the place of my father."
"Hum!" Tom said dubiously; and then, with a little pang at his heart, "Do you like Ezra Girdlestone too?"
"No, indeed," cried his companion with energy. "I don"t like him in the least. He is a cruel, bad-hearted man."
"Cruel! You don"t mean cruel to you, of course."
"No, not to me. I avoid him as much as I can, and sometimes for weeks we hardly exchange a word. Do you know what he did the other day?
It makes me shudder even to think of it. I heard a cat crying pitifully in the garden, so I went out to see what was the matter. When I got outside I saw Ezra Girdlestone leaning out of a window with a gun in his hands--one of those air-guns which don"t make any noise when they go off. And there, in the middle of the garden, was a poor cat that he had tied to a bush, and he had been practising at it for ever so long.
The poor creature was still alive, but oh! so dreadfully injured."
"The brute! What did you do?"
"I untied it and brought it inside, but it died during the night."
"And what did he say?"
"He put up his gun while I was untying it, as if he had half a mind to take a shot at me. When I met him afterwards he said that he would teach me to mind my own business. I didn"t mind what he said though, as long as I had the cat."
"Spoke like that, did he?" said Tom savagely, flushing up to his eyes.
"I wish I saw him now. I"d teach him manners, or--"
"You"ll certainly get run over if you go on like that," interrupted Kate.
Indeed, the young man in his indignation was striding over a crossing without the slightest heed of the imminent danger which he ran from the stream of traffic.
"Don"t be so excitable, Cousin Tom," she said, laying her gloved hand upon his arm; "there is nothing to be cross about."
"Isn"t there?" he answered furiously. "It"s a pretty state of things that you should have to submit to insults from a brutal puppy like that fellow Ezra Girdlestone." The pair had managed by this time to get half-way across the broad road, and were halting upon the little island of safety formed by the great stone base of a lamp-post. An interminable stream of "buses--yellow, purple, and brown--with vans, hansoms, and growlers, blocked the way in front of them. A single policeman, with his back turned to them, and his two arms going like an animated semaph.o.r.e, was the only human being in their immediate vicinity. Amid all the roar and rattle of the huge city they were as thoroughly left to themselves as though they were in the centre of Salisbury Plain.
"You must have a protector," Tom said with decision.
"Oh, Cousin Tom, don"t be foolish; I can protect myself very well."
"You must have some one who has a right to look after you." The young man"s voice was husky, for the back part of his throat had become unaccountably dry of a sudden.
"You can pa.s.s now, sir," roared the constable, for there was a momentary break in the traffic.
"Don"t go for a moment," Tom cried, desperately detaining his companion by the sleeve of her jacket. "We are alone here and can talk. Don"t you think--don"t you think you could like me a little bit if you were to try? I love you so, Kate, that I cannot help hoping that my love is not all lost."
"All clear now, sir," shouted the constable once more.
"Don"t mind him," said Tom, still detaining her on the little-island.
"Since I met you in Edinburgh, Kate, I have seemed to be walking in a dream. Do what I will, go where I will, I still have you before my eyes and hear your sweet voice in my ears. I don"t believe any girl was ever loved more dearly than I love you, but I find it so hard to put into words the thoughts that I have in my mind. For Heaven"s sake, give me some little gleam of hope to carry away with me. You don"t dislike me, Kate, do you?"
"You know that I don"t, Cousin Tom," said the young lady, with downcast eyes. He had cornered her so skilfully against the great lamp that she could move neither to the right nor to the left.
"Do you like me, then, Kate?" he asked eagerly, with a loving light in his earnest grey eyes.
"Of course I do."
"Do you think you could love me?" continued this persistent young man.
"I don"t mean all at once, and in a moment, because I know very well that I am not worthy of it. But in time don"t you think you could come to love me?"
"Perhaps," murmured Kate, with averted face. It was such a very little murmur that it was wonderful that it should be audible at all; yet it pealed in the young man"s ears above the rattle and the clatter of the busy street. His head was very near to hers at the time.
"Now"s your time, sir," roared the semaphoric policeman.
Had Tom been in a less exposed position it is possible that he might have acted upon that well-timed remark from the cunning constable.
The centre of a London crossing is not, however, a very advantageous spot for the performance of love pa.s.sages. As they walked on, threading their way among the vehicles, Tom took his companion"s hand in his, and they exchanged one firm grip, which each felt to be of the nature of a pledge. How sunny and bright the dull brick-lined streets appeared to those two young people that afternoon. They were both looking into a future which seemed to be one long vista of happiness and love. Of all the gifts of Providence, surely our want of knowledge of the things which are to come upon us is the most merciful, and the one we could least dispense with!
So happy and so light-hearted were these two lovers that it was not until they found themselves in Warwick Street once more that they came down from the clouds, and realized that there were some commonplace details which must be dealt with in one way or another.
"Of course, I may tell my own people, dearest, about our engagement?"
Tom said.
"I wonder what your mother will say?" answered Kate, laughing merrily.
"She will be awfully astonished."
"How about Girdlestone?" asked Tom.
The thought of the guardian had never occurred to either of them before.
They stared at each other, and Kate"s face a.s.sumed such an expression of dismay that her companion burst out laughing.
"Don"t be frightened, darling," he said. "If you like, I"ll go in and "beard the lion in his den." There is no time like the present."
"No, no, dear Tom," she cried eagerly. "You must not do that." It was impossible for her to tell him how especially Girdlestone had cautioned her against him, but she felt that it would never do to allow the two to meet. "We must conceal our engagement from Mr. Girdlestone."
"Conceal our engagement!"
"Yes, Tom. He has warned me so often against anything of the sort, that really I don"t know what he would do if he knew about it. He would certainly make it very uncomfortable for me to live with him. Remember I am nearly twenty now, so in a little more than a year I shall be entirely free. That is not very long."
"I don"t know about that," Tom said doubtfully. "However, if you will be more comfortable, of course that settles the question. It seems rather hard, though, that we should have to conceal it, simply in order to pacify this old bear."
"It"s only for a time, Tom; and you may tell them at home by all means.
Now, good-bye, dear; they will see you from the windows if you come nearer."
"Good-bye, my darling."
They shook hands and parted, he hurrying away with the glad tidings to Phillimore Gardens, she tripping back to her captivity with the lightest heart that she had felt for a weary time. Pa.s.sers-by glanced back at the bright little face under the bright little bonnet, and Ezra Girdlestone, looking down at her from the drawing-room window, bethought him that if the diamond speculation should fail it would be no hardship to turn to his father"s word.
CHAPTER XIV.