And then as he remembered Dr. Layton"s tales, his heart grew hot and hard again.
CHAPTER IV
AN UNEXPECTED MEETING
The enquiry was to be made in the guest-parlour on the next morning.
Ralph went to ma.s.s first at nine o"clock, which was said by a priest from the parish church who acted as chaplain to the convent; and had a chair set for him outside the nuns" choir from which he could see the altar and the tall pointed window; and then, after some refreshment in the guest-parlour, spread out his papers, and sat enthroned behind a couple of tables, as at a tribunal. Mr. Morris stood deferentially by his chair as the examination was conducted.
Ralph was a little taken aback by the bearing of the Abbess. In the course of the enquiry, when he was perplexed by one or two of the records, she rose from her chair before the table, and came round to his side, drawing up a seat as she did so; Ralph could hardly tell her to go back, but his magisterial air was a little affected by having one whom he almost considered as a culprit sitting judicially beside him.
"It is better for me to be here," she said. "I can explain more easily so."
There was a little orchard that the nuns had sold in the previous year; and Ralph asked for an explanation.
"It came from the Kingsford family," she said serenely; "it was useless to us."
"But--" began the inquisitor.
"We needed some new vestments," she went on. "You will understand, Mr.
Torridon, that it was necessary for for us to sell it. We are not rich at all."
There was nothing else that called for comment; except the manner in which the books were kept. Ralph suggested some other method.
"Dame Agnes has her own ways," said the old lady. "We must not disturb her."
And Dame Agnes a.s.sumed a profound and financial air on the other side of the table.
Presently Ralph put a mark in the inventory against a "cope of gold bawdekin," and requested that it might be brought.
The sister-sacristan rose at a word from the Abbess and went out, returning presently with the vestment. She unfolded the coverings and spread it out on the table before Ralph.
It was a magnificent piece of work, of shimmering gold, with orphreys embroidered with arms; and she stroked out its folds with obvious pride.
"These are Warham"s arms," observed the Abbess. "You know them, Mr.
Torridon? We worked these the month before his death."
Ralph nodded briskly.
"Will you kindly leave it here, Reverend Mother," he said. "I wish to see it again presently."
The Abbess gave no hint of discomposure, but signed to the sacristan to place it over a chair at one side.
There were a couple of other things that Ralph presently caused to be fetched and laid aside--a precious mitre with a couple of cameos in front, and bordered with emeralds, and a censer with silver filigree work.
Then came a more difficult business.
"I wish to see the nuns one by one, Reverend Mother," he said. "I must ask you to withdraw."
The Abbess gave him a quick look, and then rose.
"Very well, sir, I will send them in." And she went out with Mr. Morris behind her.
They came in one by one, and sat down before the table, with downcast eyes, and hands hidden beneath their scapulars; and all told the same tale, except one. They had nothing to complain of; they were happy; the Rule was carefully observed; there were no scandals to be revealed; they asked nothing but to be left in peace. But there was one who came in nervously and anxiously towards the end, a woman with quick black eyes, who glanced up and down and at the door as she sat down. Ralph put the usual questions.
"I wish to be released, sir," she said. "I am weary of the life, and the--" she stopped and glanced swiftly up again at the commissioner.
"Well?" said Ralph.
"The papistical ways," she said.
Ralph felt a sudden distrust of the woman; but he hardened his heart. He set a mark opposite her name; she had been professed ten years, he saw by the list.
"Very well," he said; "I will tell my Lady Abbess." She still hesitated a moment.
"There will be a provision for me?" she asked
"There will be a provision," said Ralph a little grimly. He was authorised to offer in such cases a secular dress and a sum of five shillings.
Lastly came in Margaret herself.
Ralph hardly knew her. He had been unable to distinguish her at ma.s.s, and even now as she faced him in her black habit and white head-dress it was hard to be certain of her ident.i.ty. But memory and sight were gradually reconciled; he remembered her delicate eyebrows and thin straight lips; and when she spoke he knew her voice.
They talked a minute or two about their home; but Ralph did not dare to say too much, considering what he had yet to say.
"I must ask you the questions," he said at last, smiling at her.
She looked up at him nervously, and dropped her eyes once more.
She nodded or shook her head in silence at each enquiry, until at last one bearing upon the morals of the house came up; then she looked swiftly up once more, and Ralph saw that her grey eyes were terrified.
"You must tell me," he said; and put the question again.
"I do not know what you mean," she answered, staring at him bewildered.
Ralph went on immediately to the next.
At last he reached the crisis.
"Margaret," he said, "I have something to tell you." He stopped and began to play with his pen. He had seldom felt so embarra.s.sed as now in the presence of this shy sister of his of whom he knew so little. He could not look at her.