"My husband"s dear old nurse--Mrs. Berry," said Lucy, taking her hand to lend her countenance. "Lord Mountfalcon, Mrs. Berry."
Mrs. Berry sought grace while she performed a series of apologetic bobs, and wiped the perspiration from her forehead.
Lucy put her in a chair: Lord Mountfalcon asked for an account of her pa.s.sage over to the Island; receiving distressingly full particulars, by which it was revealed that the softness of her heart was only equalled by the weakness of her stomach. The recital calmed Mrs. Berry down.
"Well, and where"s my--where"s Mr. Richard? yer husband, my dear?"
Mrs. Berry turned from her tale to question.
"Did you expect to see him here?" said Lucy, in a broken voice.
"And where else, my love? since he haven"t been seen in London a whole fortnight."
Lucy did not speak.
"We will dismiss the Emperor Julian till to-morrow, I think," said Lord Mountfalcon, rising and bowing.
Lucy gave him her hand with mute thanks. He touched it distantly, embraced Mrs. Berry in a farewell bow, and was shown out of the house by Tom Bakewell.
The moment he was gone, Mrs. Berry threw up her arms. "Did ye ever know sich a horrid thing to go and happen to a virtuous woman!" she exclaimed. "I could cry at it, I could! To be goin" and kissin" a strange hairy man! Oh, dear me! what"s comin" next, I wonder?
Whiskers! thinks I--for I know the touch o" whiskers--"t ain"t like other hair--what! have he growed a crop that sudden, I says to myself; and it flashed on me I been and made a awful mistake! and the lights come in, and I see that great hairy man--beggin" his pardon--n.o.bleman, and if I could "a dropped through the floor out o"
sight o" men, drat "em! they"re al"ays in the way, that they are!"----
"Mrs. Berry," Lucy checked her, "did you expect to find him here?"
"Askin" that solemn?" retorted Berry. "What him? your husband? Of course I did! and you got him--somewheres hid."
"I have not heard from my husband for fifteen days," said Lucy, and her tears rolled heavily off her cheeks.
"Not heer from him!--fifteen days!" Berry echoed.
"O Mrs. Berry! dear kind Mrs. Berry! have you no news? nothing to tell me! I"ve borne it so long. They"re cruel to me, Mrs. Berry. Oh, do you know if I have offended him--my husband? While he wrote I did not complain. I could live on his letters for years. But not to hear from him! To think I have ruined him, and that he repents! Do they want to take him from me? Do they want me dead? O Mrs. Berry! I"ve had no one to speak out my heart to all this time, and I cannot, cannot help crying, Mrs. Berry!"
Mrs. Berry was inclined to be miserable at what she heard from Lucy"s lips, and she was herself full of dire apprehension; but it was never this excellent creature"s system to be miserable in company. The sight of a sorrow that was not positive, and could not refer to proof, set her resolutely the other way.
"Fiddle-faddle," she said. "I"d like to see him repent! He won"t find anywheres a beauty like his own dear little wife, and he know it. Now, look you here, my dear--you blessed weepin" pet--the man that could see ye with that hair of yours there in ruins, and he backed by the law, and not rush into your arms and hold ye squeezed for life, he ain"t got much man in him, I say; and no one can say that of my babe! I was sayin", look here, to comfort ye--oh, why, to be sure he"ve got some surprise for ye. And so"ve I, my lamb!
Hark, now! His father"ve come to town, like a good reasonable man at last, to u-nite, ye both, and bring your bodies together, as your hearts is, for ever-lastin". Now ain"t that news?"
"Oh!" cried Lucy, "that takes my last hope away. I thought he had gone to his father." She burst into fresh tears.
Mrs. Berry paused, disturbed.
"Belike he"s travellin" after him," she suggested.
"Fifteen days, Mrs. Berry!"
"Ah, fifteen weeks, my dear, after sich a man as that. He"s a regular meteor, is Sir Austin Feverel, Raynham Abbey. Well, so hark you here. I says to myself, that knows him--for I did think my babe _was_ in his natural nest--I says, the bar"net"ll never write for you both to come up and beg forgiveness, so down I"ll go and fetch you up. For there was your mistake, my dear, ever to leave your husband to go away from ye one hour in a young marriage. It"s dangerous, it"s mad, it"s wrong, and it"s only to be righted by your obeyin" of me, as I commands it: for I has my fits, though I _am_ a soft "un. Obey me, and ye"ll be happy to-morrow--or the next to it."
Lucy was willing to see comfort. She was weary of her self-inflicted martyrdom, and glad to give herself up to somebody else"s guidance utterly.
"But why does he not write to me, Mrs. Berry?"
""Cause, "cause--who can tell the why of men, my dear? But that he love ye faithful, I"ll swear. Haven"t he groaned in my arms that he couldn"t come to ye?--weak wretch! Hasn"t he swore how he loved ye to me, poor young man! But this is your fault, my sweet. Yes, it be.
You should "a followed my "dvice at the fust--"stead o" going into your "eroics about this and t"other." Here Mrs. Berry poured forth fresh sentences on matrimony, pointed especially at young couples.
"I should "a been a fool if I hadn"t suffered myself," she confessed, "so I"ll thank my Berry if I makes you wise in season."
Lucy smoothed her ruddy plump cheeks, and gazed up affectionately into the soft woman"s kind brown eyes. Endearing phrases pa.s.sed from mouth to mouth. And as she gazed Lucy blushed, as one who has something very secret to tell, very sweet, very strange, but cannot quite bring herself to speak it.
"Well! there"s three men in my life I kissed," said Mrs. Berry, too much absorbed in her extraordinary adventure to notice the young wife"s struggling bosom, "three men, and one n.o.bleman! He"ve got more whisker than my Berry. I wonder what the man thought. Ten to one he"ll think, now, I was glad o" my chance--they"re that vain, whether they"s lords or commons. How was I to know? I nat"ral thinks none but her husband"d sit in that chair. Ha! and in the dark? and alone with ye?" Mrs. Berry hardened her eyes, "and your husband away? What do this mean? Tell to me, child, what it mean his bein"
here alone without ere a candle?"
"Lord Mountfalcon is the only friend I have here," said Lucy. "He is very kind. He comes almost every evening."
"Lord Muntfalcon--that his name!" Mrs. Berry exclaimed. "I been that flurried by the man, I didn"t mind it at first. He comes every evenin", and your husband out o" sight! My goodness me! it"s gettin"
worse and worse. And what do he come for, now, ma"am? Now tell me candid what ye do together here in the dark of an evenin"."
Mrs. Berry glanced severely.
"O Mrs. Berry! please not to speak in that way--I don"t like it,"
said Lucy, pouting.
"What do he come for, I ask?"
"Because he is kind, Mrs. Berry. He sees me very lonely, and wishes to amuse me. And he tells me of things I know nothing about and"----
"And wants to be a-teachin" some of his things, mayhap," Mrs. Berry interrupted with a ruffled breast.
"You are a very ungenerous, suspicious, naughty old woman," said Lucy, chiding her.
"And you"re a silly, unsuspectin" little bird," Mrs. Berry retorted, as she returned her taps on the cheek. "You haven"t told me what ye do together, and what"s his excuse for comin"."
"Well, then, Mrs. Berry, almost every evening that he comes we read History, and he explains the battles, and talks to me about the great men. And _he_ says I"m not silly, Mrs. Berry."
"That"s one bit o" lime on your wings, my bird. History, indeed!
History to a young married lovely woman alone in the dark! a pretty History! Why, I know that man"s name, my dear. He"s a notorious living rake, that Lord Muntfalcon. No woman"s safe with him."
"Ah, but he hasn"t deceived me, Mrs. Berry. He has not pretended he was good."
"More"s his art," quoth the experienced dame. "So you read History together in the dark, my dear!"
"I was unwell to-night, Mrs. Berry. I wanted him not to see my face.
Look! there"s the book open ready for him when the candles come in.
And now, you dear kind darling old thing, let me kiss you for coming to me. I do love you. Talk of other things."
"So we will," said Mrs. Berry softening to Lucy"s caresses. "So let us. A n.o.bleman, indeed! alone with a young wife in the dark, and she sich a beauty! I say this shall be put a stop to now and henceforth, on the spot it shall! He won"t meneuvele Bessy Berry with his arts.
There! I drop him. I"m dyin" for a cup o" tea, my dear."
Lucy got up to ring the bell, and as Mrs. Berry, incapable of quite dropping him, was continuing to say: "Let him go and boast I kiss him; he ain"t nothin" to be "shamed of in a chaste woman"s kiss--unawares--which men don"t get too often in their lives, I can a.s.sure "em;"--her eye surveyed Lucy"s figure.
Lo, when Lucy returned to her, Mrs. Berry surrounded her with her arms, and drew her into feminine depths. "Oh, you blessed!" she cried in most meaning tone, "you good, lovin", proper little wife, you!"