"Pretty well. Braver than I was. Mary, my girl, why didn"t ye marry him?"
"What--you are at me with the rest, are you?" she answered. "Why, because he was a gaby, and you"re another; and I wouldn"t marry either of you to save your lives--now then!"
"Do you mean to say you would not have me, if I asked you? Pooh! pooh!
I know better than that, you know." And again the shrubbery rang with his laughter.
"Now, go in, Tom, and let me get out," said Mary. "I say Tom dear, don"t say you saw me. I am going out for a turn, and I don"t want them to know it."
Tom twisted up his great face into a mixture of mystery, admiration, wonder, and acquiescence, and, having opened the gate for her, went in.
But Mary walked quickly down a deep narrow lane, overarched with oak, and melodious with the full rich notes of the thrush, till she saw down the long vista, growing now momentarily darker, the gleaming of a ford where the road crossed a brook.
Not the brook where the Vicar and the Major went fishing. Quite a different sort of stream, although they were scarcely half a mile apart, and joined just below. Here all the soil was yellow clay, and, being less fertile, was far more densely wooded than any of the red country. The hills were very abrupt, and the fields but sparely scattered among the forest land. The stream itself, where it crossed the road, flowed murmuring over a bed of loose blue slate pebbles, but both above and below this place forced its way, almost invisible, through a dense oak wood, deeply tangled with undergrowth.
A stone foot-bridge spanned the stream, and having reached this, it seemed as if she had come to her journey"s end. For leaning on the rail she began looking into the water below, though starting and looking round at every sound.
She was waiting for some one. A pleasant place this to wait in. So dark, so hemmed in with trees, and the road so little used; spring was early here, and the boughs were getting quite dense already. How pleasant to see the broad red moon go up behind the feathery branches, and listen to the evensong of the thrush, just departing to roost, and leaving the field clear for the woodlark all night. There were a few sounds from the village, a lowing of cows, and the noise of the boys at play; but they were so tempered down by the distance, that they only added to the evening harmony.
There is another sound now. Horses" feet approaching rapidly from the side opposite to that by which she had come; and soon a horseman comes in sight, coming quickly down the hill. When he sees her he breaks into a gallop, and only pulls up when he is at the side of the brook below her.
This is the man she was expecting--George Hawker. Ah, Vicar! how useless is your authority when lovers have such intelligence as this.
It were better they should meet in your parlour, under your own eye, than here, in the budding spring-time, in this quiet spot under the darkening oaks.
Hawker spoke first. "I guessed," he said, "that it was just possible you might come out to-night. Come down off the bridge, my love, and let us talk together while I hang up the horse."
So as he tied the horse to a gate, she came down off the bridge. He took her in his arms and kissed her. "Now, my Poll," said he, "I know what you are going to begin talking about."
"I daresay you do, George," she answered. "You and my father have quarrelled."
"The quarrel has been all on one side, my love," he said; "he has got some nonsense into his head, and he told me when I met him this morning, that he would never see me in his house again."
"What has he heard, George? it must be something very shocking to change him like that. Do you know what it is?"
"Perhaps I do," he said; "but he has no right to visit my father"s sins on me. He hates me, and he always did; and he has been racking his brains to find out something against me. That rascally German doctor has found him an excuse, and so he throws in my teeth, as fresh discovered, what he must have known years ago."
"I don"t think that, George. I don"t think he would be so deceitful."
"Not naturally he wouldn"t, I know; but he is under the thumb of that doctor; and you know how HE hates me--If you don"t I do."
"I don"t know why Dr. Mulhaus should hate you, George."
"I do though; that sleeky dog Stockbridge, who is such a favourite with him, has poisoned his mind, and all because he wanted you and your money, and because you took up with me instead of him."
"Well now," said Mary; "don"t go on about him--he is gone, at all events; but you must tell me what this is that my father has got against you."
"I don"t like to. I tell you it is against my father, not me."
"Well!" she answered; "if it was anyone but me, perhaps, you ought not to tell it; but you ought to have no secrets from me, George--I have kept none from you."
"Well, my darling, I will tell you then: you know Madge, at our place?"
"Yes; I have seen her."
"Well, it"s about her. She and my father live together like man and wife, though they ain"t married; and the Vicar must have known that these years, and yet now he makes it an excuse for getting rid of me."
"I always thought she was a bad woman," said Mary; "but you are wrong about my father. He never knew it till now I am certain; and of course, you know, he naturally won"t have me go and live in the house with a bad woman."
"Does he think then, or do you think," replied George, with virtuous indignation, "that I would have thought of taking you there? No, I"d sooner have taken you to America!"
"Well, so I believe, George."
"This won"t make any difference in you, Mary? No, I needn"t ask it, you wouldn"t have come here to meet me to-night if that had been the case."
"It ought to make a difference, George," she replied; "I am afraid I oughtn"t to come out here and see you, when my father don"t approve of it."
"But you will come, my little darling, for all that;" he said. "Not here though--the devil only knows who may be loitering round here. Half a dozen pair of lovers a night perhaps--no, meet me up in the croft of a night. I am often in at Gosford"s of an evening, and I can see your window from there, you put a candle in the right-hand corner when you want to see me, and I"ll be down in a very few minutes. I shall come every evening and watch."
"Indeed," she said, "I won"t do anything of the sort; at least, unless I have something very particular to say. Then, indeed, I might do such a thing. Now I must go home or they will be missing me."
"Stay a minute, Mary," said he; "you just listen to me. They will, some of them, be trying to take my character away. You won"t throw me off without hearing my defence, dear Mary, I know you won"t. Let me hear what lies they tell of me, and don"t you condemn me unheard because I come from a bad house? Tell me that you"ll give me a chance of clearing myself with you, my girl, and I"ll go home in peace and wait."
What girl could resist the man she loved so truly, when he pleaded so well? With his arm about her waist, and his handsome face bent over her, lit up with what she took to be love. Not she, at all events. She drew the handsome face down towards her, and as she kissed him fervently, said:
"I will never believe what they say of you, love. I should die if I lost you. I will stay by you through evil report and good report. What is all the world to me without you?"
And she felt what she said, and meant it. What though the words in which she spoke were borrowed from the trashy novels she was always reading--they were true enough for all that. George saw that they were true, and saw also that now was the time to speak about what he had been pondering over all day.
"And suppose, my own love," he said; "that your father should stay in his present mind, and not come round?"
"Well!" she said.
"What are we to do?" he asked; "are we to be always content with meeting here and there, when we dare? Is there nothing further?"
"What do you mean?" she said in a whisper. "What shall we do?"
"Can"t you answer that?" he said softly. "Try."
"No, I can"t answer. You tell me what."
"Fly!" he said in her ear. "Fly, and get married, that"s what I mean."
"Oh! that"s what you mean," she replied. "Oh, George, I should not have courage for that."
"I think you will, my darling, when the time comes. Go home and think about it."
He kissed her once more, and then she ran away homeward through the dark. But she did not run far before she began to walk slower and think.
"Fly with him," she thought. Run away and get married. What a delightfully wild idea. Not to be entertained for a moment, of course, but still what a pleasant notion. She meant to marry George in the end; why not that way as well as any other? She thought about it again and again, and the idea grew more familiar. At all events, if her father should continue obstinate, here was a way out of the difficulty. He would be angry at first, but when he found he could not help himself he would come round, and then they would all be happy. She would shut her ears to anything they said against George. She could not believe it.
She would not. He should be her husband, come what might. She would dissemble, and keep her father"s suspicions quiet. More, she would speak lightly of George, and make them believe she did not care for him. But most of all, she would worm from her father everything she could about him. Her curiosity was aroused, and she fancied, perhaps, George had not told her all the truth. Perhaps he might be entangled with some other woman. She would find it all out if she could.