"Ah! Cloudy, people who live in gla.s.s houses should not throw stones; I suspect you judge me by yourself. How is it with you, Cloudy? Has no fair maiden been able to teach you to forget your boy-love for Jacquelina?"
Cloudy winced, but tried to cover his embarra.s.sment with a laugh.
"Oh! I have been in love forty dozen times. I"m always in love; my heart is continually going through a circle from one fit to another, like the sun through the signs of the zodiac; only it never comes to anything."
"Well, at least little Jacko is forgotten, which is one congratulatory circ.u.mstance."
"No, she is not forgotten; I will not wrong her by saying that she is, or could be! All other loves are merely the foreign ports, which my heart visits transiently now and then. Lina is its native home. I don"t know how it is. With most cases of disappointment, such as yours with Miss Le Roy, I suppose the regret may be short-lived enough; but when an affection has been part and parcel of one"s being from infancy up; why, it is in one"s soul and heart and blood, so to speak--is identical with one"s consciousness, and inseparable from one"s life."
"Do you ever see her?"
"See her! yes; but how?--at each return from a voyage. I may see her once, with an iron grating between us; she disguised with her black shrouding robe and veil, and thinking that she must suffer here to expiate the fate of Dr. Grimshaw, who, scorpion-like, stung himself to death with the venom of his own bad pa.s.sions. She is a Sister of Mercy, devoted to good works, and leaves her convent only in times of war, plague, pestilence or famine, to minister to the suffering. She nursed me through the yellow fever, when I lay in the hospital at New Orleans, but when I got well enough to recognize her she vanished--evaporated--made herself "thin air," and another Sister served in her place."
"Have you ever seen her since?"
"Yes, once; I sought out her convent, and went with the fixed determination to reason with her, and to persuade her not to renew her vows for another year--you know, the Sisters only take vows for a year at a time."
"Did you make any impression on her mind?" inquired Thurston, with more interest than he had yet shown m any part of the story.
""Make any impression on her mind!" No! I--I did not even attempt to.
How could I, when I only saw her behind a grate, with the prioress on one side of her and the portress on the other? My visit was silent enough, and short enough, and sad enough. Why can"t she come out of that? What have I done to deserve to be made miserable? I don"t deserve it. I am the most ill-used man in the United States service."
While Cloudy spoke, old Jenny was hurrying in and out between the house and the kitchen, and busying herself with setting the table, laying the cloth and arranging the service. But presently she came in, throwing wide the door, and announcing:
"Two gemmun, axin to see marster."
Thurston arose and turned to confront them, while Paul became suddenly pale on recognizing two police officers.
"Good-afternoon, Mr. Willc.o.xen--good-afternoon, gentlemen," said the foremost and most respectable-looking of the two, lifting his hat and bowing to the fireside party. Then replacing it, he said: "Mr.
Willc.o.xen, will you be kind enough to step this way and give me your attention, sir." He walked to the window, and Thurston followed him.
Paul stood with a pale face and firmly compressed lip, and gazed after them.
And Cloudy--unsuspicious Cloudy, arose and stood with his back to the fire and whistled a sea air.
"Mr. Willc.o.xen, you can see for yourself the import of this paper," said the officer, handing the warrant.
Thurston read it and returned it.
"Mr. Willc.o.xen," added the policeman, "myself and my comrade came hither on horseback. Let me suggest to you to order your carriage. One of us will accompany you in the drive, and all remarks will be avoided."
"I thank you for the hint, Mr. Jenkins; I had, how ever, intended to do as you advise," said Thurston, beckoning his brother to approach.
"Paul! I am a prisoner. Say nothing at present to Cloudy; permit him to a.s.sume that business takes me away, and go now quietly and order horses put to the carriage."
"Dr. Dougla.s.s, we shall want your company also," said the officer, serving Paul with a subpoena.
Paul ground his teeth together and rushed out of the door.
"Keep an eye on that young man," said the policeman to his comrade, and the latter followed Paul into the yard and on to the stables.
The haste and pa.s.sion of Paul"s manner had attracted Cloudy"s attention, and now he stood looking on with surprise and inquiry.
"Cloudy," said Thurston, approaching him, "a most pressing affair demands my presence at C---- this afternoon. Paul must also attend me. I may not return to-night. Paul, however, certainly will. In the meantime, Cloudy, my boy, make yourself as much at home and as happy as you possibly can."
"Oh! don"t mind me! Never make a stranger of me. Go, by all means. I wouldn"t detain you for the world; hope it is nothing of a painful nature that calls you from home, however. Any parishioner ill, dying and wanting your ghostly consolations?"
"Oh, no," said Thurston, smiling.
"Glad of it! Go, by all means. I will make myself jolly until you return," said Cloudy, walking up and down the floor whistling a love ditty, and thinking of little Jacko. He always thought of her with tenfold intensity whenever he returned home and came into her neighborhood.
"Mr. Jenkins, will you follow me to my library?" said Thurston.
The officer bowed a.s.sent and Mr. Willc.o.xen proceeded thither for the purpose of securing his valuable papers and locking his secretary and writing-desk.
After an absence of some fifteen minutes they returned to the parlor to find Paul and the constable awaiting them.
"Is the carriage ready?" asked Mr. Willc.o.xen.
"Yes, sir," replied the constable.
"Then, I believe, we also are--is it not so?"
The police officer bowed, and Mr. Willc.o.xen walked up to Cloudy and held out his hand.
"Good-by, Cloudy, for the present. Paul will probably be home by nightfall, even if I should be detained."
"Oh, don"t hurry yourself upon my account. I shall do very well. Jenny can take care of me," said Cloudy, jovially, as he shook the offered hand of Thurston.
Paul could not trust himself to look Cloudy in the face and say "Good-by." He averted his head, and so followed Mr. Willc.o.xen and the officer into the yard.
Mr. Willc.o.xen, the senior officer and Paul Dougla.s.s entered the carriage, and the second constable attended on horseback, and so the party set out for Charlotte Hall.
Hour after hour pa.s.sed. Old Jenny came in and put the supper on the table, and stood presiding over the urn and tea-pot while Cloudy ate his supper. Old Jenny"s tongue ran as if she felt obliged to make up in conversation for the absence of the rest of the family.
"Lord knows, I"se glad "nough you"se comed back," she said; "dis yer place is bad "nough. Sam"s been waystin" here eber since de fam"ly come from de city--dey must o" fetch him long o" dem. Now I do "spose sumtin is happen long o" Miss Miriam as went heyin" off to de willidge dis mornin" afore she got her brekfas, n.o.body on de yeth could tell what fur. Now de od-er two is gone, an" n.o.body lef here to mine de house, "cept "tis you an" me! Sam"s waystin"!"
Cloudy laughed and tried to cheer her spirits by a gay reply, and then they kept up between them a lively badinage of repartee, in which old Jenny acquitted herself quite as wittily as her young master.
And after supper she cleared away the service, and went to prepare a bed and light a fire in the room appropriated to Cloudy.
And so the evening wore away.
It grew late, yet neither Thurston nor Paul appeared. Cloudy began to think their return unseasonably delayed, and at eleven o"clock he took up his lamp to retire to his chamber, when he was startled and arrested by the barking of dogs, and by the rolling of the carriage into the yard, and in a few minutes the door was thrown violently open, and Paul Dougla.s.s, pale, haggard, convulsed and despairing, burst suddenly into the room.
"Paul! Paul! what in the name of Heaven has happened?" cried Cloudy, starting up, surprised and alarmed by his appearance.
"Oh, it has ended in his committal!--it has ended in his committal!--he is fully committed for trial!--he was sent off to-night to the county jail at Leonardtown, in the custody of two officers!"