"Yes."
"Do you know what it was?"
"No."
""Twas the last will and testament of one John Ireton, gentleman, in which he bequeathed to Margery, his wife, his estate of Appleby Hundred."
"Appleby Hundred?" she echoed. "But my father--"
"Your father holds but a confiscator"s t.i.tle, and it, with many others, has been voided by the Congress of North Carolina. Richard Jennifer is my dear friend, and you--"
"I begin to understand--a little," she said, and now her voice was low and she would not look at me. Then, in the same low tone: "But now--now you would be free again?"
"How can you ask? As matters stand, I have marred your life and d.i.c.k"s most hopelessly. Do you wonder that I have been reckless of the hangman?
that I care no jot for my interfering life at this moment, save as the taking of it may involve you and Richard?"
"No, surely," she said, still speaking softly. And now she gave me her eyes to look into, and the hardness was all melted out of them. "Did you come here, under the shadow of the gallows, to tell me this, Monsieur John?"
"There shall be no more half-confidences between us, dear lady. I had my leave of General Morgan on the score of our need for better information of Lord Cornwallis"s designs; but I should have come in any case--wanting the leave, my commission as a spy, or any other excuse."
"To tell me this?"
"To do the bidding of your letter, and to say that whilst I live I shall be shamed for the bitter words I gave you when I was sick."
"I mind them not; I had forgotten them," she said.
"But I have not forgotten, nor ever shall. Will you say you forgive me, Margery?"
"For thinking I had poisoned you? How do you know I did not?"
"I have seen Scipio. Will you shrive me for that disloyalty, dear lady?"
"Did I not say I had forgotten it?"
"Thank you," I said, meaning it from the bottom of my heart. "Now one thing more, and you shall send me to Father Matthieu. "Tis a shameful thing to speak of, but the thought of it rankles and will rankle till I have begged you to add it to the things forgotten. That morning in your dressing-room--"
She put up her hands as if she would push the words back.
"Spare me, sir," she begged. "There are some things that must always be unspeakable between us, and that is one of them. But if it will help you to know--that I know--how--how you came there--"
She was flushing most painfully, and I was scarce more at ease. But having gone thus far, I must needs let the thought consequent slip into words.
"Your father"s motives have ever been misunderstandable to me. What could he hope to gain by such a thing?"
I had no sooner said it than I could have bitten my masterless tongue.
For in the very voicing of the wonder I saw, or thought I saw, Gilbert Stair"s purpose. Since I had not made good my promise to die and leave the estate to Margery, he would at least make sure of his daughter"s dowry in it by putting it beyond us to set the marriage aside as a thing begun but not completed. So, having this behind-time flash of after-wit, I made haste to efface the question I had asked.
"Your pardon, I pray you; I see now "tis a thing we must both bury out of sight. But to the other--the matter which has brought me hither; will you put me in the way of finding Father Matthieu?"
We had talked on through the measures of a cotillion, and the dancers, warm and wearied, were beginning to fill the entrance hall below. Our poor excuse for privacy would be gone in a minute or two, and she spoke quickly.
"You shall see Father Matthieu, and I will help you. But you must not linger here. In a few days the army will be moving northward--Oh, heavens! what have I said!"
"Nothing," I cut in swiftly; "you are speaking now to your husband--not to the spy. Go on, if you please."
"We shall return to Appleby Hundred within the fortnight. There, if you are still--if you desire it, you may meet the good _cure_, and--"
A much-bepowdered captain of cavalry was coming up the stair to claim her, and I was fain to let her go. But at my pa.s.sing of her to the step below, I whispered: "I shall keep the tryst--my first and last with you, dear lady. Adieu."
So soon as she was gone I made haste to find Richard, having, as I feared, greatly overstayed my appointment to meet him at the door. He was not among the promenaders in the hall, so I began to drift again, through the ball-room and so on to where the spread table stood ringed with its groups of nibblers. I had made no more than half the round of the refectory when I saw Margery standing in the curtained arch, looking this way and that, with anxious terror written plainly in her face.
"What is it?" I asked, when she had found me out.
""Tis the worst that could happen," she whispered. "You are discovered, both of you. Colonel Tarleton was too shrewd for us. He has let it be known among the officers that there are two spies in the house, and now--Hark! what is that?"
We were standing in a deep window-bay and I drew the curtain an inch or two. The air without was filled with the trampling of hoofbeats on greensward. A light-horse troop was surrounding the manor house.
I drew her arm in mine and led her back to the ball-room; "twas now come to this, that open publicity was our best safeguard. "We must find d.i.c.k," said I. "Have you seen him?"
"No."
Together we made the slow circuit of the dancing-room, but Jennifer was not to be found. Out of the tail of my eye I saw a soldier slipping in here and there to stand statue-like against the wall. This brought it to a matter of minutes, of seconds, mayhap, and still we looked in vain for d.i.c.k.
"Oh, why did you bring him here? He will surely be taken!" Her voice was tremulous with fear, and I answered as I could, being sore at heart, in spite of all, that her chief concern should be for Richard.
But by now my purpose was well taken, and though it appeared that Richard Jennifer was more than ever my successful rival, I pledge you, my dears, I had no thought of leaving him behind. So we made another slow round of the rooms, and whilst we were looking for d.i.c.k I spoke in guarded whispers to warn my lady of Falconnet"s return. But the warning was not needed.
Her shudder of loathing shook the hand on my arm. "That man! Oh, Monsieur John! I fear him day and night! If I could but run away; but we are not finding d.i.c.k--we _must_ find him quickly!"
There was no other place to look save in the entrance hall, and at the door one of the statue-like soldiers took two steps aside and barred the way. I faced about and we plunged once again into the throng, but not before I had had a glimpse of Richard in the hall beyond. When the chance offered, I bent to whisper.
"d.i.c.k is in the hall, looking for me, go you to him and warn him. I may not pa.s.s the door, as you have seen."
"He will not escape without you," she demurred.
"Tell him he must. Tell him I say he must!"
She glanced over her shoulder with a look in her eyes that made me think of a wounded bird fluttering in the net of the fowler.
"Oh, "tis hard, hard!" she murmured.
I s.n.a.t.c.hed the word from her lips. "To choose between love and wifely duty? Then I make it a command. Go, quickly!"
She went at that, and I made my way slowly to the far side of the ball-room, taking post in a deep-recessed window giving upon the lawn.
Though it was January and the night was chill and raw, the rooms were summer warm with the breath of the crush, and some one had swung the cas.e.m.e.nt.
Without, I could hear the horses of the waiting troop champing restlessly at their bits, and now and again the low gentling words of the riders. Why the colonel did not spring his trap at once I could not guess; though I learned later that he had magnified our two-man spying venture into a patriot foray meant to capture the whole houseful of British officers at a swoop, and was taking his measures accordingly.
"Twas while I was listening to the champing horses that I heard my name whispered in the darkness beyond the open cas.e.m.e.nt; I turned slowly, and the nearest of the soldier watchers began to edge his way toward my window.