"I remember," said Girdlestone, stirring his tea thoughtfully, "when we lived in the City as "prentice lads together, we shared a room above the shop. He used to have a dormouse that he was very fond of. All his leisure time was spent in nursing the creature and cleaning its cage.
It seemed to be his only pleasure in life. One night it was running across the floor, and I put my foot upon it."
"Oh, poor papa!" cried Kate.
"I did it upon principle. "You have devoted too much time to the creature," I said. "Raise up your thoughts higher!" He was grieved and angry, but in time he came to thank me. It was a useful lesson."
Kate was so startled by this anecdote that she remained silent for some little time. "How old were you then?" she asked at last.
"I was about sixteen."
"Then you were always--inclined that way?" She found some difficulty in conveying her meaning in polite tones.
"Yes; I received a call when I was very young. I became one of the elect at an early age."
"And which are the elect?" his ward asked demurely.
"The members of the Community of the Primitive Trinitarians--or, at least those of them who frequent Purbrook Street Chapel. I hold that the ministers in the other chapels that I have attended do not preach the unadulterated Word, and have therefore missed the narrow path."
"Then," said Kate, "you think that no one will be saved except those who frequent the Purbrook Street Chapel?"
"And not all of them--no, nor one in ten," the merchant said confidently, and with some approach to satisfaction. "Heaven must be a very small place," Kate remarked, as she rose from the table.
"Are you going out?"
"I was thinking of having a stroll in the wood."
"Think over a text as you walk. It is an excellent commencement of the day."
"What text should I think of?" she asked, standing smiling in the doorway, with the bright sunshine bursting in behind her.
""In the midst of life we are in death,"" he said solemnly. His voice was so hollow and stern that it struck a chill into the girl"s heart.
The effect was only momentary, however. The day was so fine, and the breeze so fresh, that sadness was out of the question. Besides, was not her deliverance at hand! On this of all mornings she should be free from vague presentiments and dim forebodings. The change in her guardian"s manner was an additional cause for cheerfulness. She almost persuaded herself that she had misconstrued his words and his intentions upon the preceding day.
She went down the avenue and had a few words with the sentry there.
She felt no bitterness against him now--on the contrary, she could afford to laugh at his peculiarities. He was in a very bad humour on account of some domestic difficulties. His wife had been abusing him, and had ended by a.s.saulting him. "She used to argey first, and then fetch the poker," he said ruefully; "but now it"s the poker first, and there ain"t no argeyment at all."
Kate looked at his savage face and burly figure, and thought what a very courageous woman his wife must be.
"It"s all "cause the fisher la.s.ses won"t lemme alone," he explained with a leer. "She don"t like it, knock me sideways if she do! It ain"t my fault, though. I allers had a kind o" a fetchin" way wi" women."
"Did you post my note?" asked Kate.
"Yes, in course I did," he answered. "It"ll be in Lunnon now, most like." His one eye moved about in such a very shifty way as he spoke that she was convinced that he was telling a lie. She could not be sufficiently thankful that she had something else to rely upon besides the old scoundrel"s a.s.surances.
There was nothing to be seen down the lane except a single cart with a loutish young man walking at the horse"s head. She had a horror of the country folk since her encounter with the two b.u.mpkins upon the Sunday.
She therefore slipped away from the gate, and went through the wood to the shed, which she mounted. On the other side of the wall there was standing a little boy in b.u.t.tons, so rigid and motionless that he might have been one of Madame Tussaud"s figures, were it not for his eyes, which were rolling about in every direction, and which finally fixed themselves on Kate"s face.
"Good morning, miss," said this apparition.
"Good morning," she answered. "I think I saw you with Mrs. Scully yesterday?"
"Yes, miss. Missus, she told me to wait here and never to move until I seed you. She said as you would be sure to come. I"ve been waitin"
here for nigh on an hour."
"Your mistress is an angel," Kate said enthusiastically, "and you are a very good little boy."
"Indeed, you"ve hit it about the missus," said the youth, in a hoa.r.s.e whisper, nodding his head to emphasize his remarks. "She"s got a heart as is big enough for three."
Kate could not help smiling at the enthusiasm with which the little fellow spoke.
"You seem fond of her," she said.
"I"d be a bad "un if I wasn"t. She took me out of the work"us without character or nothing, and now she"s a-educatin" of me. She sent me "ere with a message?"
"What was it?"
"She said as how she had written instead o" electro-telegraphing, "cause she had so much to say she couldn"t fit it all on a telegraph."
"I thought that would be so," Kate said.
"She wrote to Major--Major--him as is a-follerin" of her. She said as she had no doubt as he"d be down to-day, and you was to keep up your sperrits and let her know by me if any one was a-wexin" you."
"No, no. Not at all," Kate answered, smiling again. "You can tell her that my guardian has been much kinder to-day. I am full of hope now.
Give her my warmest thanks for her kindness."
"All right, miss. Say, that chap at the gate hasn"t been giving you no cheek has he--him with the game eye?"
"No, no, John."
John looked at her suspiciously. "If he hasn"t, it"s all right," he said; "but I think as you"re one of them as don"t complain if you can "elp it." He opened his hand and showed a great jagged flint which he carried. "I"d ha" knocked his other peeper out with this," he said, "blowed if I wouldn"t!"
"Don"t do anything of the sort, John, but run home like a good little boy."
"All right, miss. Good-bye to ye!"
Kate watched him stroll down the lane. He paused at the bottom as if irresolute, and then she was relieved to see him throw the stone over into a turnip field, and walk rapidly off in the opposite direction to the Priory gates.
CHAPTER XLII.
THE THREE FACES AT THE WINDOW.
Late in the afternoon Ezra arrived at the Priory. From one of the pa.s.sage windows Kate saw him driving up the avenue in a high dog-cart.
There was a broad-shouldered, red-bearded man sitting beside him, and the ostler from the _Flying Bull_ was perched behind. Kate had rushed to the window on hearing the sound of wheels, with some dim expectation that her friends had come sooner than she antic.i.p.ated. A glance, however, showed her that the hope was vain. From behind a curtain she watched them alight and come into the house, while the trap wheeled round and rattled off for Bedsworth again.
She went slowly back to her room, wondering what friend this could be whom Ezra had brought with him. She had noticed that he was roughly clad, presenting a contrast to the young merchant, who was vulgarly spruce in his attire. Evidently he intended to pa.s.s the night at the Priory, since they had let the trap go back to the village. She was glad that he had come, for his presence would act as a restraint upon the Girdlestones. In spite of her guardian"s amiability at breakfast, she could not forget the words which he had used the morning before or the incident of the poison bottle. She was as convinced as ever that he meant mischief to her, but she had ceased to fear him. It never for one moment occurred to her that her guardian"s machinations might come to a head before her rescuers could arrive.