But a much more animated colloquy was taking place aloft, where Lucy and Mrs. Berry sat alone. Lucy expected her to talk about the reception they had met with, and the house, and the peculiarities of the rooms, and the solid happiness that seemed in store. Mrs. Berry all the while would persist in consulting the looking-gla.s.s. Her first distinct answer was, "My dear! tell me candid, how do I look?"
"Very nice indeed, Mrs. Berry; but could you have believed he would be so kind, so considerate?"
"I am sure I looked a frump," returned Mrs. Berry. "Oh dear! two birds at a shot. What _do_ you think, now?"
"I never saw so wonderful a likeness," says Lucy.
"Likeness! look at me." Mrs. Berry was trembling and hot in the palms.
"You"re very feverish, dear Berry. What can it be?"
"Ain"t it like the love-flutters of a young gal, my dear."
"Go to bed, Berry, dear," says Lucy, pouting in her soft caressing way. "I will undress you, and see to you, dear heart! You"ve had so much excitement."
"Ha! ha!" Berry laughed hysterically; "she thinks it"s about this business of hers. Why, it"s child"s-play, my darlin". But I didn"t look for tragedy, to-night. Sleep in this house I can"t, my love!"
Lucy was astonished. "Not sleep here, Mrs. Berry?--Oh! why, you silly old thing? I know."
"Do ye!" said Mrs. Berry, with a sceptical nose.
"You"re afraid of ghosts."
"Belike I am when they"re six foot two in their shoes, and bellows when you stick a pin into their calves. I seen my Berry!"
"Your husband?"
"Large as life!"
Lucy meditated on optical delusions, but Mrs. Berry described him as the Colossus who had marched them into the library, and vowed that he had recognized her and quaked. "Time ain"t aged him," said Mrs.
Berry, "whereas me! he"ve got his excuse now. I _know_ I look a frump."
Lucy kissed her: "You look the nicest, dearest old thing."
"You may say an old thing, my dear."
"And your husband is really here?"
"Berry"s below!"
Profoundly uttered as this was, it chased every vestige of incredulity.
"What will you do, Mrs. Berry?"
"Go, my dear. Leave him to be happy in his own way. It"s over atween us, I see that. When I entered the house I felt there was something comin" over me, and lo and behold ye! no sooner was we in the hall-pa.s.sage--if it hadn"t been for that blessed infant I should "a dropped. I must "a known his step, for my heart began thumpin", and I knew I hadn"t got my hair straight--that Mr. Wentworth was in such a hurry--nor my best gown. I knew he"d scorn me. He hates frumps."
"Scorn you!" cried Lucy, angrily. "He who has behaved so wickedly!"
Mrs. Berry attempted to rise. "I may as well go at once," she whimpered. "If I see him I shall only be disgracin" of myself. I feel it all on my side already. Did ye mark him, my dear? I know I was vexin" to him at times, I was. Those big men are se touchy about their dignity--nat"ral. Hark at me! I"m goin" all soft in a minute.
Let me leave the house, my dear. I daresay it was good half my fault. Young women don"t understand men sufficient--not altogether--and I was a young woman then; and then what they goes and does they ain"t quite answerable for: they feel, I daresay, pushed from behind. Yes. I"ll go. I"m a frump. I"ll go. "Tain"t in natur" for me to sleep in the same house."
Lucy laid her hands on Mrs. Berry"s shoulders, and forcibly fixed her in her seat. "Leave baby, naughty woman? I tell you he shall come to you, and fall on his knees to you and beg your forgiveness."
"Berry on his knees!"
"Yes. And he shall beg and pray you to forgive him."
"If you get more from Martin Berry than breath-away words, great"ll be my wonder!" said Mrs. Berry.
"We will see," said Lucy, thoroughly determined to do something for the good creature that had befriended her.
Mrs. Berry examined her gown. "Won"t it seem we"re runnin" after him?" she murmured faintly.
"He is your husband, Mrs. Berry. He may be wanting to come to you now."
"Oh! Where is all I was goin" to say to that man when we met!" Mrs.
Berry e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed. Lucy had left the room.
On the landing outside the door Lucy met a lady dressed in black, who stopped her and asked if she was Richard"s wife, and kissed her, pa.s.sing from her immediately. Lucy despatched a message for Austin, and related the Berry history. Austin sent for the great man, and said: "Do you know your wife is here?" Before Berry had time to draw himself up to enunciate his longest, he was requested to step upstairs, and as his young mistress at once led the way, Berry could not refuse to put his legs in motion and carry the stately edifice aloft.
Of the interview Mrs. Berry gave Lucy a slight sketch that night.
"He began in the old way, my dear, and says I, a true heart and plain words, Martin Berry. So there he cuts himself and his Johnson short, and down he goes--down _on_ his knees. I never could "a believed it. I kep my dignity as a woman till I see that sight, but that done for me. I was a ripe apple in his arms "fore I knew where I was. There"s something about a fine man on his knees that"s too much for us women. And it reely was the penitent on his two knees, not the lover on his one. If he mean it! But ah! what do you think he begs of me, my dear?--not to make it known in the house just yet!
I can"t, I can"t say that look well."
Lucy attributed it to his sense of shame at his conduct, and Mrs.
Berry did her best to look on it in that light.
"Did the bar"net kiss ye when you wished him good-night?" she asked. Lucy said he had not. "Then bide awake as long as ye can,"
was Mrs. Berry"s rejoinder. "And now let us pray blessings on that simple-speaking gentleman who does so much "cause he says so little."
Like many other natural people, Mrs. Berry was only silly where her own soft heart was concerned. As she secretly antic.i.p.ated, the baronet came into her room when all was quiet. She saw him go and bend over Richard the Second, and remain earnestly watching him. He then went to the half-opened door of the room where Lucy slept, leaned his ear a moment, knocked gently, and entered. Mrs. Berry heard low words interchanging within. She could not catch a syllable, yet she would have sworn to the context. "He"ve called her his daughter, promised her happiness, and given a father"s kiss to her." When Sir Austin pa.s.sed out she was in a deep sleep.
CHAPTER XLII
NATURE SPEAKS
Briareus reddening angrily over the sea--what is that vaporous t.i.tan? And Hesper set in his rosy garland--why looks he so implacably sweet? It is that one has left that bright home to go forth and do cloudy work, and he has got a stain with which he dare not return. Far in the West fair Lucy beckons him to come. Ah, heaven! if he might! How strong and fierce the temptation is! how subtle the sleepless desire! it drugs his reason, his honour. For he loves her; she is still the first and only woman to him. Otherwise would this black spot be h.e.l.l to him? otherwise would his limbs be chained while her arms are spread open to him. And if he loves her, why then what is one fall in the pit, or a thousand? Is not love the pa.s.sword to that beckoning bliss? So may we say; but here is one whose body has been made a temple to him, and it is desecrated.
A temple, and desecrated! For what is it fit for but for a dance of devils? His education has thus wrought him to think.
He can blame nothing but his own baseness. But to feel base and accept the bliss that beckons--he has not fallen so low as that.
Ah, happy English home! sweet wife! what mad miserable Wisp of the Fancy led him away from you, high in his conceit? Poor wretch! that thought to be he of the hundred hands, and war against the absolute G.o.ds. Jove whispered a light commission to the Laughing Dame; she met him; and how did he shake Olympus? with laughter?