Jackson with an astonished cry.
"I"ve been here all the morning, and you"ve never said a word about my father and mother," she declared. "They"re quite well, thank you; but you might have inquired."
"Well, there!" stammered Mrs. Jackson, "It was on the tip of me tongue half a dozen times, an" something drove it away again. An" how are they, Miss Meg?"
"I"ve just told you. I do wish they"d come back to the Grange, but they seem to hate the very mention of it. I wonder why?"
"Elmdale"s a long way frae Lunnon," said Betty, catching at a straw in this sudden whirlpool.
"We"re just as far from London in Cornwall," laughed the girl.
"Oh, is that where you"ve gone?" put in Mrs. Jackson incautiously.
"Yes. Didn"t you know? Hadn"t you the address for letters?"
"No, miss. Miggles said"--Miggles was the peripatetic postman--"that all letters had to be sent to Holloway & Dobb, in Nuttonby."
Marguerite looked rather puzzled, because her recollection ran differently; she dropped the subject, thinking, doubtless, that her parents" behests had some good reason behind them, and ought to be respected.
"Anyhow," she went on, "now that I"ve broken the ice by coming here, my people may be willing to return. I don"t suppose Mr. Armathwaite will stay beyond the summer."
"Mr. Walker tole me he thought of takin" the place for a year," said Mrs. Jackson.
"Indeed. I"ll ask him at lunch. I"ve wasted the morning, so I"ll stay another night, and start early to-morrow. You"ll find me a bed in the cottage, won"t you, Mrs. Jackson?"
"Mebbe, Mr. Armathwaite will be vexed," said Betty, making a half-hearted effort to carry out the compact between herself and her employer.
"Leave Mr. Armathwaite to me," laughed Marguerite. "He"s a bear, and he growls, but he has no claws, not for women, at any rate. No one could be nicer than he last night. I felt an awful fool, and looked it, too; but he didn"t say a single word to cause me any embarra.s.sment. Moreover, he intends crossing the moor with me, and I can"t let him get lost in the dark. Men have died who were lost on that moor."
"Oh, but that"s in the winter, miss, when the snow"s deep," said Betty.
"Why, I do believe you want to get rid of me!" cried the other.
Betty flushed guiltily. She was floundering in deep waters, and struck out blindly.
"Oh, no, miss," she vowed. "You know me better than that. P"raps you"ll be gettin" married one of these days, an" then you can please yourself, an" live here."
"Married! Me get married, and leave dad and mums! Oh, dear no! One young man has asked me already, and I--"
"Betty," said a voice from the doorway leading to the hall, "can you give me a duster?"
The conclave started apart, like so many disturbed sparrows; but Armathwaite could make a shrewd guess as to the name of the "one young man," since he had Marguerite Ogilvey"s own testimony for it that Percy Whittaker would "do anything" to oblige her, and what more likely than that such devotion should lead to matrimony?
At luncheon he received with frigidity the girl"s statement that she planned remaining in Elmdale till the morrow.
"There"s really no reason to hurry," she said airily. "The Whittakers know where I am, and I"ll send a postcard saying I"ll be with them Friday evening."
"I must remind you that every hour you prolong your visit you add to the risk of discovery," he said.
"Discovery of what, or by whom?" she demanded.
"I am only endeavoring to fall in with your own wishes. You came here secretly. You took pains to prevent anyone from recognizing you. Have you changed your mind?"
"I--I think I have. You see, your being here makes a heap of difference."
"Precisely. You ought to get away all the sooner."
"First Betty--now you! I must indeed be an unwelcome guest in my father"s house. Of course, I can"t possibly stay now. There"s a train from Leyburn at seven o"clock. I can catch it by leaving here at three, but I shan"t start unless I go alone."
She looked prettier than ever when her brown eyes sparkled with anger, but Armathwaite hardened his heart because of the grim shadow which she could not see but which was hourly becoming more visible to him.
"Is Leyburn the station on the other side of the moor?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Then you will remain here three weary months, Meg."
"I don"t pretend to understand," she cried wrathfully.
"I"ve paid three months" rent, and here I shall stay if a regiment of girls and a whole army of Percy Whittakers try to eject me. As I am equally resolved not to allow you to cross the moor unaccompanied, you will readily perceive the only logical outcome of your own decision."
The brown eyes lost their fire, but acquired another sort of sheen.
"What has happened that you should speak so unkindly?" she quavered.
"Last night and this morning you--you--didn"t order me out. And I don"t see why you should drag in Percy Whittaker. I only borrowed his togs."
Many times in the history of this gray old world have woman"s tears pierced armor and sapped fortresses. This hapless man yielded at once.
"Confound it, Miss Ogilvey, I"d keep you here during the remainder of my days if I could arrange matters to my own liking and yours," he blurted out.
She recovered her self-possession with amazing readiness.
"Now, Bob, you"re talking nonsense," she t.i.ttered. "Aren"t we making mountains out of molehills? I have lots to do, and hate being rushed. I can stay with Mrs. Jackson to-night, and you and I will set out for Leyburn early to-morrow. Then, if you don"t care to face the return journey, you shall take train to Nuttonby and drive here. Isn"t that a good plan?"
"We must adopt it, at any rate," he said grudgingly. "But you promise to remain hidden all day?"
"Yes, even that. Now, let"s stop squabbling, and eat. Tell me something about India. It must be an awfully jolly place. If I went there, should I be a mem-sahib?"
"It is highly probable."
"What a funny way to put it! Aren"t all English ladies in India mem-sahibs?"
"The married ones are. The spinsters are miss-sahibs."
She laughed delightedly, and without any sense of awkwardness because of her own blunder.
"Naturally they would be. That"s rather neat when you come to think of it," she cried.
Old jokes are ever new in someone"s ears, or no comic paper could live beyond a year. When Betty came in with a gooseberry tart and cream, she heard the two calling each other "Bob" and "Meg," and reported thereon in the kitchen.