And I remembered the dream of her I had before I ever saw her, on that first night after I came down to Normandy, when Amedee"s talk of "Madame d"Armand" had brought her into my thoughts. I remembered that I had dreamed of finding her statue, but it was veiled and I could not uncover it. And to-night it seemed to me that the veil had lifted, and the statue was a figure of Mercy in the beautiful likeness of Louise Harman. Then Keredec was wrong, optimist as he was, since a will such as hers could save him she loved, even from his own acts.
"And when you come to Monticelli"s first style--" Miss Elliott"s voice rose a little, and I caught the sound of a new thrill vibrating in it--"you find a hundred others of his epoch doing it quite as well, not a BIT of a bit less commonplace--"
She broke off suddenly, and looking up, as I had fifty times in the last twenty minutes, I saw that a light shone from Keredec"s window.
"I dare say they ARE commonplace," I remarked, rising. "But now, if you will permit me, I"ll offer you my escort back to Quesnay."
I went into my room, put on my cap, lit a lantern, and returned with it to the veranda. "If you are ready?" I said.
"Oh, quite," she answered, and we crossed the garden as far as the steps.
Mr. Percy signified his approval.
"Gunna see the little lady home, are you?" he said graciously. "I was THINKIN" it was about time, m"self!"
The salon door of the "Grand Suite" opened, above me, and at the sound, the youth started, springing back to see what it portended, but I ran quickly up the steps. Keredec stood in the doorway, bare-headed and in his shirt-sleeves; in one hand he held a travelling-bag, which he immediately gave me, setting his other for a second upon my shoulder.
"Thank you, my good, good friend," he said with an emotion in his big voice which made me glad of what I was doing. He went back into the room, closing the door, and I descended the steps as rapidly as I had run up them. Without pausing, I started for the rear of the courtyard, Miss Elliott accompanying me.
The sentry had watched these proceedings open-mouthed, more mystified than alarmed. "Luk here," he said, "I want t" know whut this means."
"Anything you choose to think it means," I laughed, beginning to walk a little more rapidly. He glanced up at the windows of the "Grande Suite," which were again dark, and began to follow us slowly. "What you gut in that grip?" he asked.
"You don"t think we"re carrying off Mr. Harman?"
"I reckon HE"S in his room all right," said the youth grimly; "unless he"s FLEW out. But I want t" know what you think y"re doin"?"
"Just now," I replied, "I"m opening this door."
This was a fact he could not question. We emerged at the foot of a lane behind the inn; it was long and narrow, bordered by stone walls, and at the other end debouched upon a road which pa.s.sed the rear of the Baudry cottage.
Miss Elliott took my arm, and we entered the lane.
Mr. Percy paused undecidedly. "I want t" know whut you think y"re doin"?" he repeated angrily, calling after us.
"It"s very simple," I called in turn. "Can"t I do an errand for a friend? Can"t I even carry his travelling-bag for him, without going into explanations to everybody I happen to meet? And," I added, permitting some anxiety to be marked in my voice, "I think you may as well go back. We"re not going far enough to need a guard."
Mr. Percy allowed an oath to escape him, and we heard him muttering to himself. Then his foot-steps sounded behind us.
"He"s coming!" Miss Elliott whispered, with nervous exultation, looking over her shoulder. "He"s going to follow."
"He was sure to," said I.
We trudged briskly on, followed at some fifty paces by the perturbed watchman. Presently I heard my companion utter a sigh so profound that it was a whispered moan.
"What is it?" I murmured.
"Oh, it"s the thought of Quesnay and to-morrow; facing them with THIS!"
she quavered. "Louise has written a letter for me to give them, but I"ll have to tell them--"
"Not alone," I whispered. "I"ll be there when you come down from your room in the morning."
We were embarked upon a singular adventure, not unattended by a certain danger; we were tingling with a hundred apprehensions, occupied with the vital necessity of drawing the little spy after us--and that was a strange moment for a man (and an elderly painter-man of no mark, at that!) to hear himself called what I was called then, in a tremulous whisper close to my ear. Of course she has denied it since; nevertheless, she said it--twice, for I pretended not to hear her the first time. I made no answer, for something in the word she called me, and in her seeming to mean it, made me choke up so that I could not even whisper; but I made up my mind that, after THAT if this girl saw Mr. Earl Percy on his way back to the inn before she wished him to go, it would be because he had killed me.
We were near the end of the lane when the neigh of a horse sounded sonorously from the road beyond.
Mr. Percy came running up swiftly and darted by us.
"Who"s that?" he called loudly. "Who"s that in the cart yonder?"
I set my lantern on the ground close to the wall, and at the same moment a horse and cart drew up on the road at the end of the lane, showing against the starlight. It was Pere Baudry"s best horse, a stout gray, that would easily enough make Trouville by daylight. A woman"s figure and a man"s (the latter that of Pere Baudry himself) could be made out dimly on the seat of the cart.
"Who is it, I say?" shouted our excited friend. "What kind of a game d"ye think y"re puttin" up on me here?"
He set his hand on the side of the cart and sprang upon the hub of the wheel. A glance at the occupants satisfied him.
"Mrs. Harman!" he yelled. "Mrs. Harman!" He leaped down into the road.
"I knowed I was a fool to come away without wakin" up Rameau. But you haven"t beat us yet!"
He drove back into the lane, but just inside its entrance I met him.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
"Back to the pigeon-house in a hurry. There"s devilment here, and I want Rameau. Git out o" my way!"
"You"re not going back," said I.
"The h.e.l.l I ain"t!" said Mr. Percy. "I give ye two seconds t" git out o" my--TAKE YER HANDS OFFA ME!"
I made sure of my grip, not upon the refulgent overcoat, for I feared he might slip out of that, but upon the collars of his coat and waistcoat, which I clenched together in my right hand. I knew that he was quick, and I suspected that he was "scientific," but I did it before he had finished talking, and so made fast, with my mind and heart and soul set upon sticking to him.
My suspicions as to his "science" were perfervidly justified. "You long-legged devil!" he yelled, and I instantly received a series of concussions upon the face and head which put me in supreme doubt of my surroundings, for I seemed to have plunged, eyes foremost, into the Milky Way. But I had my left arm around his neck, which probably saved me from a coup de grace, as he was forced to pommel me at half-length.
Pommel it was; to use so gentle a word for what to me was crash, bang, smash, battle, murder, earthquake and tornado. I was conscious of some one screaming, and it seemed a consoling part of my delirium that the cheek of Miss Anne Elliott should be jammed tight against mine through one phase of the explosion. My arms were wrenched, my fingers twisted and tortured, and, when it was all too clear to me that I could not possibly bear one added iota of physical pain, the ingenious fiend began to kick my shins and knees with feet like crowbars.
Conflict of any sort was never my vocation. I had not been an accessory-during-the-fact to a fight since I pa.s.sed the truculent age of fourteen; and it is a marvel that I was able to hang to that dynamic bundle of trained muscles--which defines Mr. Earl Percy well enough--for more than ten seconds. Yet I did hang to him, as Pere Baudry testifies, for a minute and a half, which seems no inconsiderable lapse of time to a person undergoing such experiences as were then afflicting me.
It appeared to me that we were revolving in enormous circles in the ether, and I had long since given my last gasp, when there came a great roaring wind in my ears and a range of mountains toppled upon us both; we went to earth beneath it.
"Ha! you must create violence, then?" roared the avalanche.
And the voice was the voice of Keredec.
Some one pulled me from underneath my struggling antagonist, and, the power of sight in a hazy, zigzagging fashion coming back to me, I perceived the figure of Miss Anne Elliott rec.u.mbent beside me, her arms about Mr. Percy"s prostrate body. The extraordinary girl had fastened upon him, too, though I had not known it, and she had gone to ground with us; but it is to be said for Mr. Earl Percy that no blow of his touched her, and she was not hurt. Even in the final extremities of temper, he had carefully discriminated in my favour.
Mrs. Harman was bending over her, and, as the girl sprang up lightly, threw her arms about her. For my part, I rose more slowly, section by section, wondering why I did not fall apart; lips, nose, and cheeks bleeding, and I had a fear that I should need to be led like a blind man, through my eyelids swelling shut. That was something I earnestly desired should not happen; but whether it did, or did not--or if the heavens fell!--I meant to walk back to Quesnay with Anne Elliott that night, and, mangled, broken, or half-dead, presenting whatever appearance of the prize-ring or the abattoir that I might, I intended to take the same train for Paris on the morrow that she did.
For our days together were not at an end; nor was it hers nor my desire that they should be.