"What is he like?"
"d.i.c.k? Oh, he"s a little handful of a chap with mournful eyes. I call him "whelp" and make him sing to me at supper. But there"s no sign of Grenvile in him--he"s the spit of his d.a.m.ned mother."
The boy we would have played with and taught and loved... I felt suddenly sad and oddly depressed that his father should dismiss him with this careless shrug of a shoulder.
"It went wrong with you then, Richard, from the beginning?" I said.
"It did," he answered.
There was a long silence, for we had entered upon dangerous ground.
"Did you never try," I asked, "to make some life of happiness?"
"Happiness was not in question," he said; "that went with you, a factor you refused to recognise."
"I am sorry," I said.
"So am I," he answered.
The shadows were creeping across the floor. Soon Matty would come to light the candles.
"When you refused to see me that last time," he said, "I knew that nothing mattered any more but bare existence. You have heard the story of my marriage with much embellishment, no doubt, but the bones of it are true."
"Had you no affection for her?"
^None whatever. I wanted her money, that was all."
"Which you did not get."
"Not then. I have it now. And her property and her son--whom I fathered in a moment of black insensibility. The girl is with her mother up in London. I shall get her, too, one day when she can be of use to me."
"You are very altered, Richard, from the man I loved."
If I am so, you know the reason why."
The sun had gone from the windows; the chamber seemed bleak and bare. Every bit oi those fifteen years was now between us. Suddenly he reached out his hand to mine and, taking it, held it against his lips. The touch I so well remembered was very hard to bear.
Why, in the name of G.o.d," he said, rising to his feet, "were you and I marked aown for such a tragedy?"
It"s no use being angry," I said. "I gave that up long ago. At first, yes, but not now. Not for many years. Lying on my back has taught me some discipline--but not the kind you engender in your troops."
He came and stood beside my bed, looking down upon me.
"Has no one told you," he said, "that you are more lovely now than you were then?"
I smiled, thinking of Matty and the mirror.
"I think you flatter me," I answered, "or maybe I have more time now. I lie idle to play with paint and powder."
No doubt he thought me cool and at my ease and had no knowledge that his tone of voice ripped wide the dusty years and sent them scattering.
"There is no part of you," he said, "that I do not now remember. You had a mole in the small of your back which gave you much distress; you thought it ugly--but I liked it well."
"Is it not time," I said, "that you went downstairs to join your officers? I heard one of them say you were to sleep this night at Grampound."
"There was a bruise on your left thigh," he said, "caused by that confounded branch that protruded halfway up the apple tree .I compared it to a dark-sized plum, and you were much offended."
"I can hear the horses in the courtyard," I said. "Your troopers are preparing for the journey. You will never reach your destination before morning."
"You lie there," he said, "so smug and so complacent on your bed, very certain of yourself now you are thirty-four. I tell you, Honor, I care not two straws for your civility."
And he knelt then at my bed with his arms about me, and the fifteen years went whistling down the wind.
"Are you still queasy when you eat roast swan?" he whispered.
He wiped away the silly childish tears that p.r.i.c.ked my eyes and laughed at me and smoothed my hair.
"Beloved half-wit, with your d.a.m.ned pride," he said, "do you understand now that you blighted both our lives?"
"I understood that then," I told him.
"Why, then, in the name of heaven, did you do it?"
"Had I not done so, you would soon have hated me, as you hated Mary Howard."
"That is a lie, Honor."
"Perhaps. What does it matter? There is no reason now to harp back on the past."
"There I agree with you. The past is over. But we have the future with us. My marriage is annulled; you know that, I suppose? I am free to wed again."
"Then do so, to another heiress."
"I have no need of another heiress now, with all the estates in Devon to my plunder.
I have become a gentleman of fortune, to be looked upon with favour by the spinsters of the West."
"There are many you might choose from, all agog for husbands."
"In all probability. But I want one spinster only, and that yourself."
I put my two hands on his shoulders and stared straight at him. The auburn hair, the hazel eyes, the little pulse that beat in his right temple. He was not the only one with recollections. I had my memories, too, and could have reminded him--had I the mind and lack of modesty--of a patch of freckles that had been as much a matter for discussion as the mole upon my back.
"No, Richard."
"Why?"
"Because I will not have you wedded to a cripple."
"You will never change your mind?"
"Never."
"And if I carry you by force to Buckland?"
"Do so, if you will; I can"t prevent you. But I shall still be a cripple."
I leant back on my pillows, faint suddenly, and exhausted. It had not been a light thing to bear, this strain of seeing him, of beating down the years. Very gently he released me and smoothed my blankets, and when I asked for a gla.s.s of water he gave me one in silence.
It was nearly dark; the clock in the belfry had struck eight a long while since. I could hear the jingling of harness from the courtyard and the sc.r.a.ping sound of horses.
"I must ride to Grampound," he said at length.
"Yes," I said.
He stood for a moment looking down on to the court. The candles were lit now throughout the house. The west windows of the gallery were open, sending a beam of light into my chamber. There was a sound of music. Alice was playing her lute and Peter singing. Richard came once more and knelt beside my bed.
"I understand," he said, "what you have tried so hard to tell me. There can never be between us what there was once. Is that it?"
"Yes," I said.
"I knew that all along, but it would make no difference," he said.
"It would," I said, "after a little while."
Peter had a young voice, clear and gay, and his song was happy. I thought how Alice would be looking at him over her lute.
"I shall always love you," said Richard, "and you will love me too. We cannot lose each other now, not since I have found you again. May I come and see you often, that we may be together?"
"Whenever you wish," I answered.
There came a burst of clapping from the gallery, and the voices of the officers and the rest of the company asking for more. Alice struck up a lively jigging air upon her lute--a soldiers" drinking song, much whistled at the moment by our men--and they one and all chimed in upon the chorus, with the troopers in the courtyard making echo to the song.
"Do you have as much pain now as when you were first hurt?" he said.
"Sometimes," I answered, "when the air is damp. Matty calls me her weathergla.s.s."
"Is there nothing can be done for it?"
"She rubs my legs and my back with lotion that the doctors gave her, but it is of little use. You see, the bones were all smashed and twisted; they cannot knit together."
"Will you show me, Honor?"
"It is not a pretty sight, Richard."
"I have seen worse in battle."
I pulled aside my blanket and let him look upon the crumpled limbs that he had once known whole and clean. He was thus the only person in the world to see me so, except Matty and the doctors. I put my hands over my eyes, for I did not care to see his face.
"There is no need for that," he said. "Whatever you suffer you shall share with me from this day forward." He bent then and kissed my ugly twisted legs and after a moment covered me again with the blanket. "Will you promise," he said, "never to send me from you again?"
"I promise," I said.
"Farewell, then, sweetheart, and sleep sound this night."
He stood for a moment, his figure carved clear against the beam of light from the windows opposite, and then turned and went away down the pa.s.sage. Presently I heard them all come out into the courtyard and mount their horses; there was sound of leave-taking and laughter. Richard"s voice high above the others telling John Rash leigh he would come again. Suddenly, clipped and curt, he called an order to his men, and they went riding through the archway beneath the gatehouse where I lay, and I heard the sound of the hoofbeats echo across the park.
11.
That Richard Grenvile should become suddenly, within a few hours, part of my life again was a mental shock that for a day or two threw me out of balance. The first excitement over and the stimulation of his presence that evening fading away, reaction swung me to a low ebb. It was all too late. No good could come of it.
Memory of what had been, nostalgia of the past coupled with sentiment, had stirred us both to pa.s.sion for a moment; but reason came with daylight. There could never be a life for us together, only the doubtful pleasure of brief meetings which the hazards of war at any time might render quite impracticable. What then? For me a lifetime of lying on my back, waiting for a chance encounter, for a message, for a word of greeting; and for him, after a s.p.a.ce, a nagging irritation that I existed in the background of his life, that he had not visited me for three months and must make some effort to do so, that I expected some message from him which he found difficult to send--in short, a friendship that would become as wearisome to him as it would be painful to me. Although his physical presence, his ways, his tenderness, however momentary it may have been, had been enough to engender in me once again all the old love and yearning in my heart, cold criticism told me he had altered for the worse.
Faults that I had caught glimpses of in youth were now increased tenfold. His pride, his arrogance, his contempt for anyone"s opinion but his own--these were more glaring than they had ever been. His knowledge of matters military was great--that I well believed--but I doubted if he would ever work in harmony with the other leaders, and his quick temper was such that he would have every royalist leader by the ears if he did not control it, and in the end give offence to His Majesty himself.
The callous att.i.tude to prisoners--dumped within Lydford Castle and hung without trial--showed me that streak of cruelty I had always known was in his nature; and his contemptuous dismissal of his little son, who must, I felt sure, be baffled and bewildered at the sudden change in his existence, betrayed a deliberate want of understanding that was almost vile. That suffering and bitterness had turned him hard, I granted. Mine was the fault, perhaps; mine was the blame.
But the hardness had bitten into his nature now, and it was too late to alter it.
Richard Grenvile at forty-four was what fate and circ.u.mstance and his own will had made him.
So I judged him without mercy, in those first days after our encounter, and was within half a mind of writing to him once again, putting an end to all further meetings.
Then I remembered how he had knelt beside my bed, and I had shared with him my terrible disfigurement, and he, more tender than any father, more understanding than any brother, had kissed me and bade me sleep.
If he had this gentleness and intuition with me, a woman, how was it that he showed to others, even to his son, a character at once so proud and cruel, so deliberately disdainful?
I felt torn between two courses, lying there on my bed in the gatehouse. One was to see him no more, never, at any time. Leave him to carve his own future, as I had done before. And the other was to ignore the great probability of my own personal suffering, spurn my own weak body that would be tortured incessantly by his physical presence, and give to him wholeheartedly and without any reservation all the small wisdom I had learnt, all the love, all the understanding that might yet bring to him some measure of peace.
This second course seemed to me more positive than the first, for if I renounced him now, as I had done before, it would be through cowardice, a sneaking fear of being hurt in more intolerable a fashion, if it were possible, than I had been fifteen years ago.
Strange how all arguments in solitude, sorted, sifted, and thrashed in the quietude of one"s own chamber, shrivel to nothing when the subject of them is close once more instead of separated by distance. And so it was with Richard, for when he rode to Menabilly on his return from Grampound to Plymouth and, coming out on to the causeway to me, found me in my chair looking out towards the Gribbin and, bending to me, kissed my hand with all the old fire and love and ardour--haranguing me straightforth upon the gross inefficiency of every Cornishman he had so far encountered except those under his immediate command--I knew that we were bound together for all time and I could not send him from me. His faults were my faults, his arrogance my burden, and he stood there, Richard Grenvile, what my tragedy had made him.
"I cannot stay long," he said to me. "I have word from Saltash that those d.a.m.ned rebels have made a sortie in my absence, effecting a landing at Cawsand and taking the fort at Inceworth. The sentries were asleep, of course, and if the enemy haven"t shot them, I will do so. I"ll have my army purged before I"m finished."
"And no one left to fight for you, Richard," I said.
"I"d sooner have hired mercenaries from Germany or France than these own soft-bellied fools," he answered. And he was gone in a flash, leaving me half happy, half bewildered, with an ache in my heart that I knew now was to be forever part of my existence.
That evening my brother-in-law, Jonathan Rashleigh, returned to Menabilly, having been some little while in Exeter on the King"s affairs. He had come by way of Fowey, having spent, so he informed us, the last few days at his town house there on the quay, where he had found much business to transact and some loss amongst his shipping, for the Parliament having at this time command of the sea and seizing every vessel they could find, it was hard for any merchant ship unarmed to run the gauntlet.
Some feeling of constraint came upon the place at his return, of which even I, secure in my gatehouse, could not but be aware.