"Well Eleanor," she began,--"is it settled? Are you to be Lady Rythdale?"
"If Mr. Carlisle has his will, ma"am."
"And what is _your_ will?"
"I have none any longer. But if you and he try to hurry on the day, mamma, it shall never come,--never!"
Mrs. Powle thought she would leave that matter in more skilful hands; and went away well satisfied.
CHAPTER V.
AT THE COTTAGE.
"This floating life hath but this port of rest, A heart prepared, that fears no ill to come."
The matter was in skilful hands; for the days rolled on, after that eventful excursion, with great smoothness. Mr. Carlisle kept Eleanor busy, with some pleasant little excitement, every day varied. She was made to taste the sweets of her new position, and to depend more and more upon the hand that introduced her to them. Mr. Carlisle ministered carefully to her tastes. Eleanor daily was well mounted, generally on Maggie; and enjoyed her heart"s delight of a gallop over the moor, or a more moderate pace through a more rewarding scenery. Mr. Carlisle entered into the spirit of her gardening pursuits; took her to his mother"s conservatory; and found that he never pleased Eleanor better than when he plunged her into the midst of flowers. He took good care to advance his own interests all the time; and advanced them fast and surely. He had Eleanor"s liking before; and her nature was too sweet and rich not to incline towards the person whom she had given such a position with herself, yielding to him more and more of faith and affection. And that in spite of what sometimes chafed her; the quiet sway she felt Mr. Carlisle had over her, beneath which she was powerless. Or rather, perhaps she inclined towards him secretly the more on account of it; for to women of rich natures there is something attractive in being obliged to look up; and to women of all natures it is imposing. So Mr. Carlisle"s threat, by Eleanor so stoutly resisted and resented, was extremely likely to come to pa.s.s. Mrs. Powle was too wise to touch her finger to the game.
Several weeks went by, during which Eleanor had no chance to think of anything but Mr. Carlisle and the matters he presented for her notice.
At the end of that time he was obliged to go up to London on sudden business. It made a great lull in the house; and Eleanor began to sit in her garden parlour again and dream. While dreaming one day, she heard the voice of her little sister sobbing at the door-step. She had not observed before that she was sitting there.
"Julia!" said Eleanor--"What is the matter?"
Julia would not immediately say, but then faltered out, "Mr. Rhys."
"Mr. Rhys! What of him?"
"He"s sick. He"s going to die, I know."
"How do you know he is sick? Come, stop crying, Julia, and speak. What makes you think he is sick?"
"Because he just lies on the sofa, and looks so white, and he can"t keep school. He sent away the boys yesterday."
"Does he see the doctor?"
"No. I don"t know. No, I know he don"t," said Julia; "because the old woman said he ought to see him."
"What old woman, child?"
"His old woman--Mrs. Williams. And mamma said I might have some jelly and some sago for him--and there is n.o.body to take it. Foster is out of the way, and Jack is busy, and I can"t get anybody."
Julia"s tears were very sincere.
"Stop crying, child, and I will go with you myself. I have not had a walk to-day, or a ride, or anything. Come, get ready, and you and I will take it."
Julia did not wait even for thanks; she was never given to be ceremonious; but sprang away to do as her sister had said. In a few minutes they were off, going through the garden, each with a little basket in her hand. Julia"s tears were exchanged for the most sunshiny gladness.
It was a sunshiny day altogether, in the end of summer, and the heat was sultry. Neither sister minded weather of any sort; nevertheless they chose the shady side of the road and went very leisurely, along by the hedgerows and under the elms and beeches with which all the way to the village was more or less shaded. It was a long walk, even to the village. The cottage where Mr. Rhys had his abode was yet further on.
The village must be pa.s.sed on the way to it.
It was a long line of cottages, standing for the most part on one side the street only; the sweet hedgerow on the other side only here and there broken by a white wicket gate. The houses were humble enough; yet in universal neat order on the outside at least; in many instances grown over with climbing roses and ivy, and overhung with deep thatched roofs. They stood scatteringly; gardens and sometimes small crofts intervening; and n.o.ble growth of old oaks and young elms shading the way; the whole as neat, fresh, and picturesque in rural comfort and beauty, as could be seen almost anywhere in England. The lords of Rythdale held sway here, and nothing under their rule, of late, was out of order. But there were poor people in the village, and very poor old houses, though skilfully turned to the account of beauty in the outward view. Eleanor was well known in them; and now Mrs. Benson came out to the gate and told how she was to move to her new home in another fortnight; and begged the sisters would come in to rest themselves from the sun. And old Mrs. Shepherd curtsied in her doorway; and Matthew Grimson"s wife, the blacksmith that was, came to stop Eleanor with a roundabout representation how her husband"s business would thrive so much better in another situation. Eleanor was seldom on foot in the village now. She pa.s.sed that as soon as she could and went on. From her window on the other side of the lane, Miss Broadus nodded, and beckoned too; but the sisters would not be delayed.
"It is good Mr. Carlisle has gone to London," said Julia. "He would not have let you come."
Eleanor felt stung.
"Why do you say so, Julia?"
"Why, you always do what he tells you," said Julia, who was not apt to soften her communications. "He says "Eleanor"--and you go that way; and he says "Eleanor"--and you go the other way."
"And why do you suppose he would have any objection to my going this way?"
"I know"--said Julia. "I am glad he is in London. I hope he"ll stay there."
Eleanor made no answer but to switch her dress and the bushes as they went by, with a little rod in her hand. There was more truth in the allegation than it pleased her to remember. She did not always feel her bonds at the time, they were so gently put on and the spell of another"s will was so natural and so irresistible. But it chafed her to be reminded of it and to feel that it was so openly exerted and her own subjugation so complete. The switching went on vigorously, taking the bushes and her muslin dress impartially; and Eleanor"s mind was so engrossed that she did not perceive how suddenly the weather was changing. They had pa.s.sed through the village and left it behind, when Julia exclaimed, "There"s a storm coming, Eleanor! maybe we can get in before it rains." It was an undeniable fact; and without further parley both sisters set off to run, seeing that there were very few minutes to accomplish Julia"s hope. It began sprinkling already.
"It"s going to be a real storm," said Julia gleefully. "Over the moor it"s as black as thunder. I saw it through the trees."
"But where are you going?"--For Julia had left the road, or rather lane, and dashed down a path through the trees leading off from it.
"O this is the best--this leads round to the other side of the house,"
Julia said.
Just as well, to go in at the kitchen, Eleanor thought; and let Julia find her way with her sago and jelly to Mr. Rhys"s room, if she so inclined. So they ran on, reached a little strip of open ground at the back of the cottage, and rushed in at the door like a small tornado; for the rain was by this time coming down merrily.
The first thing Eleanor saw when she had pulled off her flat,--was that she was not in a kitchen. A table with writing implements met her eye; and turning, she discovered the person one of them at least had come to see, lying on a sort of settee or rude couch, with a pillow under his head. He looked pale enough, and changed, and lay wrapped in a dressing-gown. If Eleanor was astonished, so certainly was he. But he rose to his feet, albeit scarce able to stand, and received his visitors with a simplicity and grace of nature which was in singular contrast with all the dignities of conventional life.
"Mr. Rhys!" stammered Eleanor, "I had no idea we were breaking into your room. I thought Julia was taking me into Mrs. Williams"s part of the house."
"I am very glad to see you!" he said; and the words were endorsed by the pleasant grave face and the earnest grasp of the hand. But how ill and thin he looked! Eleanor was shocked.
"It was beginning to rain," she repeated, "and I followed where Julia led me. I thought she was bringing me to Mrs. Williams"s premises. I beg you will excuse me."
"I have made Mrs. Williams give me this part of the house because I think it is the pleasantest. Won"t you do me the honour to sit down?"
He was bringing a chair for her, but looked so little able for it that Eleanor took it from his hand.
"Please put yourself on the sofa again, Mr. Rhys--We will not interrupt you a moment."
"Yes you will," said Julia, "unless you want to walk in the rain. Mr.
Rhys, are you better to-day?"
"I am as well as usual, thank you, Julia."