Mr. Morris was at the door as she came up, and he now stood aside. He seemed doubtful.
"Mr. Torridon has gentlemen with him, madam."
"Then I will wait," said Beatrice serenely, and made a motion to come in. The servant still half-hesitating opened the door wider; and Beatrice and her maid went through into the little parlour on the right.
As she pa.s.sed in she heard voices from the other door. Mr. Morris"s footsteps went down the pa.s.sage.
She had not very long to wait. There was the sound of a carriage driving up to the door presently, and her maid who sat in view of the window glanced out. Her face grew solemn.
"It is Master Cromwell"s carriage," she said.
Beatrice was conscious of a vague discomfort; Master Cromwell, in spite of her efforts, was the shadowed side of Ralph"s life.
"Is he coming in?" she said.
The maid peeped again.
"No, madam."
The door of the room they were in was not quite shut, and there was still a faint murmur of voices from across the hall; but almost immediately there was the sound of a lifted latch, and then Ralph"s voice clear and distinct.
"I will see to it, my lord."
Beatrice stood up, feeling a little uneasy. She fancied that perhaps she ought not to be here; she remembered now the servant"s slight air of unwillingness to let her in. There was a footfall in the hall, and the sound of talking; and as Mr. Morris"s hasty step came up the pa.s.sage, the door was pushed abruptly open, and Ralph was looking into the room, with one or two others beyond him.
"I did not know," he began, and flushed a little, smiling and making as if to close the door. But Cromwell"s face, with its long upper lip and close-set grey eyes, appeared over his shoulder, and Ralph turned round, almost deprecatingly.
"I beg your pardon, sir; this is Mistress Atherton, and her woman."
Cromwell came forward into the room, with a kind of keen smile, in his rich dress and chain.
"Mistress Beatrice Atherton?" he said with a questioning deference; and Ralph introduced them to one another. Beatrice was conscious of a good deal of awkwardness. It was uncomfortable to be caught here, as if she had come to spy out something. She felt herself flushing as she explained that she had had no idea who was there.
Cromwell looked at her very pleasantly.
"There is nothing to ask pardon for, Mistress," he said. "I knew you were a friend of Mr. Torridon. He has told me everything."
Ralph seemed strangely ill-at-case, Beatrice thought, as Cromwell congratulated them both with a very kindly air, and then turned towards the hall again.
"My lord," he called, "my lord--"
Then Beatrice saw a tall ecclesiastic, clean-shaven, with a strangely insignificant but kindly face, with square drooping lip and narrow hazel eyes, come forward in his prelate"s dress; and at the sight of him her eyes grew hard and her lips tight.
"My lord," said Cromwell, "this is Mistress Beatrice Torridon."
The prelate put out his hand, smiling faintly, with the ring uppermost to be kissed. Beatrice stood perfectly still. She could see Ralph at an angle looking at her imploringly.
"You know my Lord of Canterbury," said Cromwell, in an explanatory voice.
"I know my Lord of Canterbury," said Beatrice.
There was a dead silence for a moment, and then a faint whimper from the maid.
Cranmer dropped his hand, but still smiled, turning to Ralph.
"We must be gone, Mr. Torridon. Master Cromwell has very kindly--"
Cromwell who had stood amazed for a moment, turned round at his name.
"Yes," he said to Ralph, "my lord is to come with me. And you will be at my house to-morrow."
He said good-day to the girl, looking at her with an amused interest that made her flush; and as Dr. Cranmer pa.s.sed out of the street-door to the carriage with Ralph bare-headed beside him, he spoke very softly.
"You are like the others, mistress," he said; and shook his heavy head at her like an indulgent father. Then he too turned and went out.
Beatrice went across at once to the other room, leaving her maid behind, and stood by the hearth as Ralph came in. She heard the door close and his footstep come across the floor beside her.
"Beatrice," said Ralph.
She turned round and looked at him.
"You must not scold me," she said with great serenity. "You must leave me my conscience." Ralph"s face cleared instantly.
"No, no," he said. "I feared it would be the other way."
"A married priest, they say!" remarked the girl, but without bitterness.
"I daresay, my darling,--but--but I have more tenderness for marriage than I had."
Beatrice"s black eyes just flickered with amus.e.m.e.nt.
"Yes; but priests!" she said.
"Yes--even priests--" said Ralph, smiling back.
Beatrice turned to a chair and sat down.
"I suppose I must not ask any questions," she said, glancing up for a moment at Ralph"s steady eyes. She thought he looked a little uneasy still.
"Oh! I scarcely know," said Ralph; and he took a turn across the room and came back. She waited, knowing that she had already put her question, and secretly pleased that he knew it, and was perplexed by it.
"I scarcely know," he said again, standing opposite her.
"Well,--yes--all will know it soon."
"Oh! I can wait till then," said Beatrice quickly, not sure whether she were annoyed or not by being told a secret of such a common nature.
Ralph glanced at her, not sure either.