It was. In a moment, Mr. Fielding"s voice, superior, slightly over bearing, made itself heard. "Good evening, Rickett! I think Miss Moore is lodging here. Is she in?"
"Good evening, sir!" said Rickett, and waited a moment for reflection.
"She was in, but I can"t say but what she may have gone out again with the dog."
"Well, find out, will you!" said Mr. Fielding. "Wait a minute! You"d better take my card."
Mrs. Rickett returned to her ironing. "What ever he be come for?"
she murmured.
The squires" horse stamped on the tiled path. It was eight o"clock, and he wanted to get home to his supper. The squire growled at him inarticulately, and there fell a silence.
The evening light spread golden over the apple-trees in the orchard.
Someone was wandering among the falling blossoms. He heard a low voice softly singing. He flung his leg over his horse"s back abruptly and dropped to the ground.
The voice stopped immediately. The squire fastened his animal to the porch and turned. The next moment Columbus burst barking through the intervening hedge.
"Columbus! Columbus!" called Juliet"s voice. "Come back at once!"
"May I come through?" said Mr. Fielding.
She arrived at the orchard-gate, flushed and apologetic. "Oh, pray do!
Please excuse Columbus! He always speaks before he thinks."
She opened the gate with the words, and held out her hand.
She was aware of his eyes looking at her very searchingly as he took it.
"I hope you don"t mind a visitor at this hour," he said.
She smiled. "No. I am quite at liberty. Come and sit down!"
She led the way to a bench under the apple-trees, and the squire tramped after her with jingling spurs.
"I"m afraid you"ll think me very unconventional," he said, speaking with a sort of arrogant humility as she stopped.
"I like unconventional people best," said Juliet.
He dropped down on the seat. "Oh, do you? Then I needn"t apologize any further. You"ve been here about a week, haven"t you?"
"Yes," said Juliet.
His look dwelt upon the simple linen dress she wore. "You came from London?"
"Yes," she said again.
He began to frown and to pull restlessly at the lash of his riding-whip.
"Do you think me impertinent for asking you questions?" he said.
"Not so far," said Juliet.
He uttered a brief laugh. "You"re cautious. Listen, Miss Moore! I don"t care a--I mean, it"s nothing whatever to me where you"ve come from or why. What I really came to ask is--do you want a job?"
Juliet stiffened a little involuntarily. "What sort of a job?" she said.
His fingers tugged more and more vigorously at the leather. She realized quite suddenly that he was embarra.s.sed, and at once her own embarra.s.sment pa.s.sed.
"Have you come to offer me a job?" she said. "How kind of you to think of it!"
"You don"t know what it is yet," said Fielding, biting uncomfortably at his black moustache. "It may not appeal to you. Quite probably it won"t.
You"ve been a companion before--so Green tells me."
"Oh!" Juliet"s straight brows gathered slightly. "Did Mr. Green tell you I was wanting a job?"
"No, he didn"t. Green sticks to his own business and nothing will turn him from it." The squire suddenly lashed with his whip at the gra.s.s in front of him, causing Columbus to jump violently and turn a resentful eye upon him. "I"ll tell you what pa.s.sed if you want to know."
"Thank you," said Juliet simply.
She leaned forward after a moment and pulled Columbus to her side; fondling his p.r.i.c.ked ears rea.s.suringly.
"It was on Sunday," said Fielding. "My wife saw you in church. She took rather a fancy to you. I hope you don"t object?"
"Why should I?" said Juliet.
"Exactly. Why should you? Well, after Green"s introduction, when you had gone, I asked him if he knew anything about you. He said he had only made your acquaintance the day before, that you had told him that you had held the post of companion to someone, he didn"t say who. And I wondered if possibly you might feel inclined to see how you got on with my wife in that capacity. She is not strong. She wants a companion."
Juliet"s grey eyes gazed steadily before her as she listened. The evening light shone on her brown head, showing streaks of gold here and there.
Her att.i.tude was one of grave attention.
As he ended, she turned towards him, still caressing the dog at her feet.
"Wouldn"t it be better," she said, "if Mrs. Fielding knew me before offering me such a post?"
The squire smiled at her abruptly. "No, I don"t think so. It wouldn"t be worth while unless you mean to consider it."
"Is that her point of view?" asked Juliet.
"No; it"s mine. If she gets to know you and sets her heart on having you, and then you go and disappoint her--I shall be the sufferer," explained Fielding, with another cut at the gra.s.s in front of him.
It was Juliet"s turn to smile. "But I can"t--possibly--decide until we have met, can I?" she said.
"Does that mean you"ll consider it?" asked the squire.
"I am considering it," said Juliet. "But please give me time! For I have only just begun."
"That"s fair," he conceded. "How long will it take you?"
She began to laugh. There was something almost boyishly naive about him, notwithstanding his obvious bad temper. "You haven"t told me any details yet," she said.
"Oh, you mean money," he said. "I leave that to you. You can name your own terms."