"You may go in when you please, miss. Is that any one coming? Come here in the shade."
"Now, get along!" said Miss Molly.
Adrian spoke with resolution. "Listen to me, Molly Davenport!" He put a coin in her hand, which had a medical effect in calming her to attention. "I want to know whether you have seen him at all?"
"Who? Your young gentleman? I sh"d think I did. I seen him to-night only. Ain"t he growed handsome. He"s al"ays about Beltharp now. It ain"t to fire no more ricks. He"s afire "unself. Ain"t you seen "em together? He"s after the missis"----
Adrian requested Miss Davenport to be respectful, and confine herself to particulars. This buxom la.s.s then told him that her young missis and Adrian"s young gentleman were a pretty couple, and met one another every night. The girl swore for their innocence.
"As for Miss Lucy, she haven"t a bit of art in her, nor have he."
"They"re all nature, I suppose," said Adrian. "How is it I don"t see her at church?"
"She"s Catholic, or somethink," said Molly. "Her feyther was, and a leftenant. She"ve a Cross in her bedroom. She don"t go to church. I see you there last Sunday a-lookin" so solemn," and Molly stroked her hand down her chin to give it length.
Adrian insisted on her keeping to facts. It was dark, and in the dark he was indifferent to the striking contrasts suggested by the la.s.s, but he wanted to hear facts, and he again bribed her to impart nothing but facts. Upon which she told him further, that her young lady was an innocent artless creature who had been to school upwards of three years with the nuns, and had a little money of her own, and was beautiful enough to be a lord"s lady, and had been in love with Master Richard ever since she was a little girl. Molly had got from a friend of hers up at the Abbey, Mary Garner, the housemaid who cleaned Master Richard"s room, a bit of paper once with the young gentleman"s handwriting, and had given it to her Miss Lucy, and Miss Lucy had given her a gold sovereign for it--just for his handwriting! Miss Lucy did not seem happy at the farm, because of that young Tom, who was always leering at her, and to be sure she was quite a lady, and could play, and sing, and dress with the best.
"She looks like angels in her nightgown!" Molly wound up.
The next moment she ran up close, and speaking for the first time as if there were a distinction of position between them, pet.i.tioned: "Mr. Harley! you won"t go for doin" any harm to "em "cause of what I said, will you now? Do say you won"t now, Mr. Harley! She is good, though she"s a Catholic. She was kind to me when I was ill, and I wouldn"t have her crossed--I"d rather be showed up myself, I would!"
The wise youth gave no positive promise to Molly, and she had to read his consent in a relaxation of his austerity. The noise of a lumbering foot plodding down the lane caused her to be abruptly dismissed. Molly took to flight, the lumbering foot accelerated its pace, and the pastoral appeal to her flying skirts was heard--"Moll!
yau theyre! It be I--Bantam!" But the sprightly Silvia would not stop to his wooing, and Adrian turned away laughing at these Arcadians.
Adrian was a lazy dragon. All he did for the present was to hint and tease. "It"s the Inevitable!" he said, and asked himself why he should seek to arrest it. He had no faith in the System. Heavy Benson had. Benson of the slow thick-lidded antediluvian eye and loose-crumpled skin; Benson, the Saurian, the woman-hater; Benson was wide awake. A sort of rivalry existed between the wise youth and heavy Benson. The fidelity of the latter dependant had moved the baronet to commit to him a portion of the management of the Raynham estate, and this Adrian did not like. No one who aspires to the honourable office of leading another by the nose can tolerate a party in his ambition. Benson"s surly instinct told him he was in the wise youth"s way, and he resolved to give his master a striking proof of his superior faithfulness. For some weeks the Saurian eye had been on the two secret creatures. Heavy Benson saw letters come and go in the day, and now the young gentleman was off and out every night, and seemed to be on wings. Benson knew whither he went, and the object he went for. It was a woman--that was enough. The Saurian eye had actually seen the sinful thing lure the hope of Raynham into the shades. He composed several epistles of warning to the baronet of the work that was going on; but before sending one he wished to record a little of their guilty conversation; and for this purpose the faithful fellow trotted over the dews to eavesdrop, and thereby aroused the good fairy, in the person of Tom Bakewell, the sole confidant of Richard"s state.
Tom said to his young master, "Do you know what, sir? You be watched!"
Richard, in a fury, bade him name the wretch, and Tom hung his arms, and aped the respectable protrusion of the butler"s head.
"It"s he, is it?" cried Richard. "He shall rue it, Tom. If I find him near me when we"re together he shall never forget it."
"Don"t hit too hard, sir," Tom suggested. "You hit mortal hard when you"re in earnest, you know."
Richard averred he would forgive anything but that, and told Tom to be within hail to-morrow night--he knew where. By the hour of the appointment it was out of the lover"s mind.
Lady Blandish dined that evening at Raynham, by Adrian"s pointed invitation. According to custom, Richard started up and off, with few excuses. The lady exhibited no surprise. She and Adrian likewise strolled forth to enjoy the air of the Summer night. They had no intention of spying. Still they may have thought, by meeting Richard and his inamorata, there was a chance of laying a foundation of ridicule to sap the pa.s.sion. They may have thought so--they were on no spoken understanding.
"I have seen the little girl," said Lady Blandish. "She is pretty--she would be telling if she were well set up. She speaks well. How absurd it is of that cla.s.s to educate their women above their station! The child is really too good for a farmer. I noticed her before I knew of this; she has enviable hair. I suppose she doesn"t paint her eyelids. Just the sort of person to take a young man. I thought there was something wrong. I received, the day before yesterday, an impa.s.sioned poem evidently not intended for me. My hair was gold. My meeting him was foretold. My eyes were homes of light fringed with night. I sent it back, correcting the colours."
"Which was death to the rhymes," said Adrian. "I saw her this morning. The boy hasn"t bad taste. As you say, she is too good for a farmer. Such a spark would explode any System. She slightly affected mine. The Huron is stark mad about her."
"But we must positively write and tell his father," said Lady Blandish.
The wise youth did not see why they should exaggerate a trifle. The lady said she would have an interview with Richard, and then write, as it was her duty to do. Adrian shrugged, and was for going into the scientific explanation of Richard"s conduct, in which the lady had to discourage him.
"Poor boy!" she sighed. "I am really sorry for him. I hope he will not feel it too strongly. They feel strongly, father and son."
"And select wisely," Adrian added.
"That"s another thing," said Lady Blandish.
Their talk was then of the dulness of neighbouring county people, about whom, it seemed, there was little or no scandal afloat: of the lady"s loss of the season in town, which she professed not to regret, though she complained of her general weariness: of whether Mr. Morton of Poer Hall would propose to Mrs. Doria, and of the probable despair of the hapless curate of Lobourne; and other gossip, partly in French.
They rounded the lake, and got upon the road through the park to Lobourne. The moon had risen. The atmosphere was warm and pleasant.
"Quite a lover"s night," said Lady Blandish.
"And I, who have none to love--pity me!" The wise youth attempted a sigh.
"And never will have," said Lady Blandish, curtly. "You _buy_ your loves."
Adrian protested. However, he did not plead verbally against the impeachment, though the lady"s decisive insight astonished him. He began to respect her, relishing her exquisite contempt, and he reflected that widows could be terrible creatures.
He had hoped to be a little sentimental with Lady Blandish, knowing her romantic. This mixture of the harshest common sense and an air of "_I_ know you men," with romance and refined temperament, subdued the wise youth more than a positive accusation supported by witnesses would have done. He looked at the lady. Her face was raised to the moon. She knew nothing--she had simply spoken from the fulness of her human knowledge, and had forgotten her words.
Perhaps, after all, her admiration, or whatever feeling it was, for the baronet, was sincere, and really the longing for a virtuous man.
Perhaps she had tried the opposite set pretty much. Adrian shrugged.
Whenever the wise youth encountered a mental difficulty he instinctively lifted his shoulders to equal alt.i.tudes, to show that he had no doubt there was a balance in the case--plenty to be said on both sides, which was the same to him as a definite solution.
At their tryst in the wood, ab.u.t.ting on Raynham Park, wrapped in themselves, piped to by tireless Love, Richard and Lucy sat, toying with eternal moments. How they seem as if they would never end! What mere sparks they are when they have died out! And how in the distance of time they revive, and extend, and glow, and make us think them full the half, and the best of the fire, of our lives!
With the onward flow of intimacy, the two happy lovers ceased to be so shy of common themes, and their speech did not reject all as dross that was not pure gold of emotion.
Lucy was very inquisitive about everything and everybody at Raynham.
Whoever had been about Richard since his birth, she must know the history of, and he for a kiss will do her bidding.
Thus goes the tender duet:
"You should know my cousin Austin, Lucy.--Darling! Beloved!"
"My own! Richard!"
"You should know my cousin Austin. You shall know him. He would take to you best of them all, and you to him. He is in the tropics now, looking out a place--it"s a secret--for poor English working-men to emigrate to and found a colony in that part of the world:--my white angel!"
"Dear love!"
"He is such a n.o.ble fellow! n.o.body here understands him but me.
Isn"t it strange? Since I met you I love him better! That"s because I love all that"s good and n.o.ble better now--Beautiful! I love--I love you!"
"My Richard!"
"What do you think I"ve determined, Lucy? If my father----but no! my father does love me.--No! he will not; and we will be happy together here. And I will win my way with you. And whatever I win will be yours; for it will be owing to you. I feel as if I had no strength but yours--none! and you make me--O Lucy!"
His voice ebbs. Presently Lucy murmurs--
"Your father, Richard."
"Yes, my father?"