The Gem Collector

Chapter 5

After London, the country was deliciously fresh and cool. Jimmy felt, as the scent of the hedges came to him, that the only thing worth doing in the world was to settle down somewhere with three acres and a cow, and become pastoral.

There was a marked lack of traffic on the road. Once he met a cart, and once a flock of sheep with a friendly dog. Sometimes a rabbit would dash out into the road, stop to listen, and dart into the opposite hedge, all hind legs and white scut. But except for these he was alone in the world.

And gradually there began to be borne in upon him the conviction that he had lost his way.

It is difficult to judge distance when one is walking, but it certainly seemed to Jimmy that he must have covered five miles by this time. He must have mistaken the way. He had certainly come straight.

He could not have come straighter. On the other hand, it would be quite in keeping with the cheap subst.i.tute which served Spennie Blunt in place of a mind that he should have forgotten to mention some important turning. Jimmy sat down by the roadside.

As he sat, there came to him from down the road the sound of a horse"s feet, trotting. He got up. Here was somebody at last who would direct him.

The sound came nearer. The horse turned the corner; and Jimmy saw with surprise that it bore no rider.

"Hullo!" he said. "Accident? And, by Jove, a side saddle!"

The curious part of it was that the horse appeared in no way a wild horse. It did not seem to be running away. It gave the impression of being out for a little trot on its own account, a sort of equine const.i.tutional.

Jimmy stopped the horse, and led it back the way it had come. As he turned the bend in the road, he saw a girl in a riding habit running toward him. She stopped running when she caught sight of him, and slowed down to a walk.

"Thank you _so much_," she said, taking the reins from him. "Oh, Dandy, you naughty old thing."

Jimmy looked at her flushed, smiling face, and uttered an exclamation of astonishment. The girl was staring at him, open-eyed.

"Molly!" he cried.

"Jimmy!"

And then a curious feeling of constraint fell simultaneously upon them both.

CHAPTER V.

"How are you, Molly?"

"Quite well, thank you, Jimmy."

A pause.

"You"re looking very well."

"I"m feeling very well. How are you?"

"Quite well, thanks. Very well, indeed"

Another pause.

And then their eyes met, and at the same moment they burst out laughing.

"Your manners are _beautiful_, Jimmy. And I"m so glad you"re so well!

What an extraordinary thing us meeting like this. I thought you were in New York."

"I thought you were. You haven"t altered a bit, Molly."

"Nor have you. How queer this is! I can"t understand it."

"Nor can I. I don"t want to. I"m satisfied without. Do you know before I met you I was just thinking I hadn"t a single friend in this country. I"m on my way to stay with a man I"ve only known a few days, and his people, whom I don"t know at all, and a bunch of other guests, whom I"ve never heard of, and his uncle, who"s a sort of human icicle, and his aunt, who makes you feel like thirty cents directly she starts to talk to you, and the family watchdog, who will probably bite me.

But now! You must live near here or you wouldn"t be chasing horses about this road."

"I live at a place called Corven Abbey."

"What Corven Abbey? Why, that"s where I"m going."

"Jimmy! Oh, I see. You"re Spennie"s friend. But where is Spennie?"

"At the abbey by now. He went in the auto with his uncle and aunt."

"How did you meet Spennie?"

"Oh, I did a very trifling Good Samaritan act, for which he was unduly grateful, and he adopted me from that moment."

"How long have you been living in England, then? I never dreamed of you being here."

"I"ve been on this side about a week. If you want my history in a nutsh.e.l.l, it"s this. Rich uncle. Poor nephew. Deceased uncle. Rich nephew. I"m a man with money now. Lots of money."

"How nice for you, Jimmy. Father came into money, too. That"s how I come to be over here. I wish you and father had got on better together."

"Your father, my dear Molly, has a manner with people he is not fond of which purists might call slightly abrupt. Perhaps things will be different, now."

The horse gave a sudden whinny.

"I wish you wouldn"t do that sort of thing without warning," said Jimmy to it plaintively.

"He knows he"s near home, and he knows it"s his dinner time. There, now you can see the abbey. How do you like it?"

They had reached a point in the road where the fields to the right sloped sharply downward. A few hundred yards away, backed by woods, stood the beautiful home which ex-Policeman McEachern had caused to be builded for him. The setting sun lit up the waters of the lake. No figures were to be seen moving in the grounds. The place resembled a palace of sleep.

"Well?" said Molly.

"By Jove!"

"Isn"t it?" said Molly. "I"m so glad you like it. I always feel as if I had invented everything round here. It hurts me if people don"t appreciate it. Once I took Sir Thomas Blunt up here. It was as much as I could do to induce him to come at all. He simply won"t walk. When we got to where we are standing now, I pointed and said: "There!""

"And what did he do? Moan with joy?"

"He grunted, and said it struck him as rather rustic."

"Beast! I met Sir Thomas when we got off the train. Spennie Blunt introduced me to him. He seemed to bear it pluckily, but with some difficulty. I think we had better be going, or they will be sending out search parties."

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