"Aye, for sure I were singin", but then who could help singin" on such a mornin" as this be, an" wi" the black-bird a-piping away in the tree here. Oh! I were singin", I don"t go for to deny it, but it"s sore "earted I be, an" filled wi" gloom sir, notwithstanding."
"You mean," said Bellew, becoming suddenly thoughtful, "that you are haunted by the Carking Spectre of the--er Might Have Been?"
"Lord bless you, no sir! This ain"t no spectre, nor yet no skellington,--which, arter all, is only old bones an" such,--no this ain"t nothin" of that sort, an" no more it ain"t a thing as I can stand "ere a maggin" about wi" a long day"s work afore me, axing your pardon, sir." Saying which, the Waggoner nodded suddenly and strode off with his pails clanking cheerily.
Very soon Bellew was shaved, and dressed, and going down stairs he let himself out into the early sunshine, and strolled away towards the farm-yard where c.o.c.ks crew, cows lowed, ducks quacked, turkeys and geese gobbled and hissed, and where the Waggoner moved to and fro among them all, like a presiding genius.
"I think," said Bellew, as he came up, "I think you must be the Adam I have heard of."
"That be my name, sir."
"Then Adam, fill your pipe," and Bellew extended his pouch, whereupon Adam thanked him, and fishing a small, short, black clay from his pocket, proceeded to fill, and light it.
"Yes sir," he nodded, inhaling the tobacco with much apparent enjoyment, "Adam I were baptized some thirty odd year ago, but I generally calls myself "Old Adam,""
"But you"re not old, Adam."
"Why, it ain"t on account o" my age, ye see sir,--it be all because o"
the Old Adam as is inside o" me. Lord love ye! I am nat"rally that full o" the "Old Adam" as never was. An" "e"s alway a up an" taking of me at the shortest notice. Only t"other day he up an" took me because Job Jagway ("e works for Squire Ca.s.silis, you"ll understand sir) because Job Jagway sez as our wheat, (meanin" Miss Anthea"s wheat, you"ll understand sir) was mouldy; well, the "Old Adam" up an" took me to that extent, sir, that they "ad to carry Job Jagway home, arterwards. Which is all on account o" the Old Adam,--me being the mildest chap you ever see, nat"rally,--mild? ah! sucking doves wouldn"t be nothin" to me for mildness."
"And what did the Squire have to say about your spoiling his man?"
"Wrote to Miss Anthea, o" course, sir,--he"s always writing to Miss Anthea about summat or other,--sez as how he was minded to lock me up for "sault an" battery, but, out o" respect for her, would let me off, wi" a warning."
"Miss Anthea was worried, I suppose?"
"Worried, sir! "Oh Adam!" sez she, "Oh Adam! "aven"t I got enough to bear but you must make it "arder for me?" An" I see the tears in her eyes while she said it. Me make it "arder for her! Jest as if I wouldn"t make things lighter for "er if I could,--which I can"t; jest as if, to help Miss Anthea, I wouldn"t let "em take me an"--well, never mind what,--only I would!"
"Yes, I"m sure you would," nodded Bellew. "And is the Squire over here at Dapplemere very often, Adam?"
"Why, not so much lately, sir. Last time were yesterday, jest afore Master Georgy come "ome. I were at work here in the yard, an" Squire comes riding up to me, smiling quite friendly like,--which were pretty good of him, considering as Job Jagway ain"t back to work yet. "Oh Adam!" sez he, "so you"re "aving a sale here at Dapplemere, are you?"
Meaning sir, a sale of some bits, an" sticks o" furnitur" as Miss Anthea"s forced to part wi" to meet some bill or other. "Summat o" that sir," says I, making as light of it as I could. "Why then, Adam," sez he, "if Job Jagway should "appen to come over to buy a few o" the things,--no more fighting!" sez he. An" so he nods, an" smiles, an" off he rides. An" sir, as I watched him go, the "Old Adam" riz up in me to that extent as it"s a mercy I didn"t have no pitchfork "andy."
Bellew, sitting on the shaft of a cart with his back against a rick, listened to this narration with an air of dreamy abstraction, but Adam"s quick eyes noticed that despite the unruffled serenity of his brow, his chin seemed rather more prominent than usual.
"So that was why you were feeling gloomy, was it, Adam?"
"Ah! an" enough to make any man feel gloomy, I should think. Miss Anthea"s brave enough, but I reckon "twill come nigh breakin" "er "eart to see the old stuff sold, the furnitur" an" that,--so she"s goin" to drive over to Cranbrook to be out o" the way while it"s a-doin"."
"And when does the sale take place?"
"The Sat.u.r.day arter next, sir, as ever was," Adam answered.
"But--hush,--mum"s the word, sir!" he broke off, and winking violently with a side-ways motion of the head, he took up his pitch-fork.
Wherefore, glancing round, Bellew saw Anthea coming towards them, fresh and sweet as the morning. Her hands were full of flowers, and she carried her sun-bonnet upon her arm. Here and there a rebellious curl had escaped from its fastenings as though desirous (and very naturally) of kissing the soft oval of her cheek, or the white curve of her neck.
And among them Bellew noticed one in particular,--a roguish curl that glowed in the sun with a coppery light, and peeped at him wantonly above her ear.
"Good morning!" said he, rising and, to all appearance, addressing the curl in question, "you are early abroad this morning!"
"Early, Mr. Bellew!--why I"ve been up hours. I"m generally out at four o"clock on market days; we work hard, and long, at Dapplemere," she answered, giving him her hand with her grave, sweet smile.
"Aye, for sure!" nodded Adam, "but farmin" ain"t what it was in my young days!"
"But I think we shall do well with the hops, Adam."
""Ops, Miss Anthea,--lord love you!--there ain"t no "ops nowhere so good as ourn be!"
"They ought to be ready for picking, soon,--do you think sixty people will be enough?"
"Ah!--they"ll be more"n enough, Miss Anthea."
"And, Adam--the five-acre field should be mowed today."
"I"ll set the men at it right arter breakfast,--I"ll "ave it done, trust me, Miss Anthea."
"I do, Adam,--you know that!" And with a smiling nod she turned away.
Now, as Bellew walked on beside her, he felt a strange constraint upon him such as he had never experienced towards any woman before, and the which he was at great pains with himself to account for. Indeed so rapt was he, that he started suddenly to find that she was asking him a question:
"Do you--like Dapplemere, Mr. Bellew?"
"Like it!" he repeated, "like it? Yes indeed!"
"I"m so glad!" she answered, her eyes glowing with pleasure. "It was a much larger property, once,--Look!" and she pointed away across corn-fields and rolling meadow to the distant woods. "In my grandfather"s time it was all his--as far as you can see, and farther, but it has dwindled since then, and to-day, my Dapplemere is very small indeed."
"You must be very fond of such a beautiful place."
"Oh, I love it!" she cried pa.s.sionately, "if ever I had to--give it up,--I think I should--die!" She stopped suddenly, and as though somewhat abashed by this sudden outburst, adding in a lighter tone: "If I seem rather tragic it is because this is the only home I have ever known."
"Well," said Bellew, appearing rather more dreamy than usual, just then, "I have journeyed here and there in this world of ours, I have wandered up and down, and to and fro in it,--like a certain celebrated personage who shall be nameless,--yet I never saw, or dreamed, of any such place as this Dapplemere of yours. It is like Arcadia itself, and only I am out of place. I seem, somehow, to be too common-place, and altogether matter-of-fact."
"I"m sure I"m matter-of-fact enough," she said, with her low, sweet laugh that, Bellew thought, was all too rare.
"You?" said he, and shook his head.
"Well?" she enquired, glancing at him through her wind-tossed curls.
"You are like some fair, and stately lady out of the old romances," he said gravely.
"In a print gown, and with a sun-bonnet!"
"Even so!" he nodded. Here, for no apparent reason, happening to meet his glance, the colour deepened in her cheek and she was silent; wherefore Bellew went on, in his slow, placid tones. "You surely, are the Princess ruling this fair land of Arcadia, and I am the Stranger within your gates. It behoves you, therefore, to be merciful to this Stranger, if only for the sake of--er--our mutual nephew."
Whatever Anthea might have said in answer was cut short by Small Porges himself who came galloping towards them with the sun bright in his curls.
"Oh, Uncle Porges!" he panted as he came up, "I was "fraid you"d gone away an" left me,--I"ve been hunting, an" hunting for you ever since I got up."
"No, I haven"t gone away yet, my Porges, you see."
"An" you won"t go--ever or ever, will you?"