"Mother!" said Madalina, turning her eyes from her recreant lover to her tender parent; trembling all over, but still keeping her hand extended. "Mother!"
"My darling! But leave him to me, dearest. Compose yourself."
""Twas the word that he said--this moment; before he pressed me to his heart."
"I thought you were fainting," said Johnny.
"Sir!" And Lady Demolines, as she spoke, shook her crest, and glared at him, and almost flew at him in her armour.
"It may be that nature has given way with me, and that I have been in a dream," said Madalina.
"That which mine eyes saw was no dream," said Lady Demolines. "Mr.
Eames, I have given to you the sweetest name that can fall from an old woman"s lips. I have called you my son."
"Yes, you did, I know. But, as I said before, there is some mistake.
I know how proud I ought to be, and how happy, and all that kind of thing. But--" Then there came a screech from Madalina, which would have awakened the dead, had there been any dead in that house. The page and the cook, however, took no notice of it, whether they were awakened or not. And having screeched, Madalina stood erect upon the floor, and she also glared upon her recreant lover. The dragon and the tiger were there before him now, and he knew that it behoved him to look to himself. As he had a battle to fight, might it not be best to put a bold face upon it? "The truth is," said he, "that I don"t understand this kind of thing at all."
"Not understand it, sir?" said the dragon.
"Leave him to me, mother," said the tigress, shaking her head again, but with a kind of shake differing from that which she had used before. "This is my business, and I"ll have it out for myself. If he thinks I"m going to put up with his nonsense he"s mistaken. I"ve been straightforward and above board with you, Mr. Eames, and I expect to be treated in the same way in return. Do you mean to tell my mother that you deny that we are engaged?"
"Well; yes; I do. I"m very sorry, you know, if I seem to be uncivil--"
"It"s because I"ve no brother," said the tigress. "He thinks that I have no man near me to protect me. But he shall find that I can protect myself. John Eames, why are you treating me like this?"
"I shall consult my cousin the serjeant to-morrow," said the dragon.
"In the meantime he must remain in this house. I shall not allow the front door to be unlocked for him."
This, I think, was the bitterest moment of all to Johnny. To be confined all night in Lady Demolines" drawing-room would, of itself, be an intolerable nuisance. And then the absurdity of the thing, and the story that would go abroad! And what should he say to the dragon"s cousin the serjeant, if the serjeant should be brought upon the field before he was able to escape from it? He did not know what a serjeant might not do to him in such circ.u.mstances. There was one thing no serjeant should do, and no dragon! Between them all they should never force him to marry the tigress. At this moment Johnny heard a tramp along the pavement, and he rushed to the window. Before the dragon or even the tigress could arrest him, he had thrown up the sash, and had appealed in his difficulty to the guardian of the night. "I say, old fellow," said Johnny, "don"t you stir from that till I tell you." The policeman turned his bull"s-eye upon the window, and stood perfectly motionless. "Now, if you please, I"ll say good-night," said Johnny. But, as he spoke, he still held the open window in his hand.
"What means this violence in my house?" said the dragon.
"Mamma, you had better let him go," said the tigress. "We shall know where to find him."
"You will certainly be able to find me," said Johnny.
"Go," said the dragon, shaking her crest,--shaking all her armour at him, "dastard, go!"
"Policeman," shouted Johnny, while he still held the open window in his hand, "mind you don"t stir till I come out." The bull"s-eye was shifted a little, but the policeman spoke never a word.
"I wish you good-night, Lady Demolines," said Johnny. "Good-night, Miss Demolines." Then he left the window and made a run for the door.
But the dragon was there before him.
"Let him go, mamma," said the tigress as she closed the window. "We shall only have a rumpus."
"That will be all," said Johnny. "There isn"t the slightest use in your trying to keep me here."
"And are we never to see you again?" said the tigress, almost languishing again with one eye.
"Well; no. What would be the use? No man likes to be shut in, you know."
"Go then," said the tigress; "but if you think that this is to be the end of it, you"ll find yourself wonderfully mistaken. You poor false, drivelling creature! Lily Dale won"t touch you with a pair of tongs.
It"s no use your going to her."
"Go away, sir, this moment, and don"t contaminate my room an instant longer by your presence," said the dragon, who had observed through the window that the bull"s-eye was still in full force before the house. Then John Eames withdrew, and descending into the hall made his way in the dark to the front door. For aught he knew there might still be treachery in regard to the lock; but his heart was comforted as he heard the footfall of the policeman on the door-step. With much fumbling he succeeded at last in turning the key and drawing the bolt, and then he found himself at liberty in the street. Before he even spoke a word to the policeman he went out into the road and looked up at the window. He could just see the figure of the dragon"s helmet as she was closing the shutters. It was the last he ever saw of Lady Demolines or of her daughter.
"What was it all about?" said the policeman.
"I don"t know that I can just tell you," said Johnny, searching in his pocket-book for half a sovereign which he tendered to the man.
"There was a little difficulty, and I"m obliged to you for waiting."
"There ain"t nothing wrong?" said the man suspiciously, hesitating for a moment before he accepted the coin.
"Nothing on earth. I"ll wait with you, while you have the house opened and inquire, if you wish it. The truth is somebody inside refused to have the door opened, and I didn"t want to stay there all night."
"They"re a rummy couple, if what I hear is true."
"They are a rummy couple," said Johnny.
"I suppose it"s all right," said the policeman, taking the money. And then John walked off home by himself, turning in his mind all the circ.u.mstances of his connection with Miss Demolines. Taking his own conduct as a whole, he was rather proud of it; but he acknowledged to himself that it would be well that he should keep himself free from the society of Madalinas for the future.
CHAPTER Lx.x.xI.
BARCHESTER CLOISTERS.
On the morning of the Sunday after the dean"s return Mr. Harding was lying in his bed, and Posy was sitting on the bed beside him. It was manifest to all now that he became feebler and feebler from day to day, and that he would never leave his bed again. Even the archdeacon had shaken his head, and had acknowledged to his wife that the last day for her father was near at hand. It would very soon be necessary that he should select another vicar for St. Ewolds.
"Grandpa won"t play cat"s-cradle," said Posy, as Mrs. Arabin entered the room.
"No, darling,--not this morning," said the old man. He himself knew well enough that he would never play cat"s-cradle again. Even that was over for him now.
"She teases you, papa," said Mrs. Arabin.
"No, indeed," said he. "Posy never teases me;" and he slowly moved his withered hand down outside the bed, so as to hold the child by her frock. "Let her stay with me, my dear."
"Dr. Filgrave is downstairs, papa. You will see him, if he comes up?"
Now Dr. Filgrave was the leading physician of Barchester, and n.o.body of note in the city,--or for the matter of that in the eastern division of the county,--was allowed to start upon the last great journey without some a.s.sistance from him as the hour of going drew nigh. I do not know that he had much reputation for prolonging life, but he was supposed to add a grace to the hour of departure. Mr.
Harding had expressed no wish to see the doctor,--had rather declared his conviction that Dr. Filgrave could be of no possible service to him. But he was not a man to persevere in his objection in opposition to the wishes of the friends around him; and as soon as the archdeacon had spoken a word on the subject he a.s.sented.
"Of course, my dear, I will see him."
"And Posy shall come back when he has gone," said Mrs. Arabin.
"Posy will do me more good than Dr. Filgrave I am quite sure;--but Posy shall go now." So Posy scrambled off the bed, and the doctor was ushered into the room.