"I"ve pulled gra.s.s from my husband"s grave to cure it--wove the blades into true lover"s knots; took off my shoes upon the sod; but, avast, my shipmate,--"
"Upon the sod--why?"
"To feel the damp earth he"s in, and make the sense of it enter my soul. But no. It has swelled to a head; he is going to meet me at the Yeomanry Review."
"The master lime-burner?"
The widow nodded.
"When is it to be?"
"To-morrow. He looks so lovely in his accoutrements! He"s such a splendid soldier; that was the last straw that kindled my soul to say yes. He"s home from Exonbury for a night between the drills,"
continued Mrs. Peach. "He goes back to-morrow morning for the Review, and when it"s over he"s going to meet me. But, guide my heart, there he is!"
Her exclamation had rise in the sudden appearance of a brilliant red uniform through the trees, and the tramp of a horse carrying the wearer thereof. In another half-minute the military gentleman would have turned the corner, and faced them.
"He"d better not see me; he"ll think I know too much," said Margery precipitately. "I"ll go up here."
The widow, whose thoughts had been of the same cast, seemed much relieved to see Margery disappear in the plantation, in the midst of a spring chorus of birds. Once among the trees, Margery turned her head, and, before she could see the rider"s person she recognized the horse as Tony, the lightest of three that Jim and his partner owned, for the purpose of carting out lime to their customers.
Jim, then, had joined the Yeomanry since his estrangement from Margery. A man who had worn the young Queen Victoria"s uniform for seven days only could not be expected to look as if it were part of his person, in the manner of long-trained soldiers; but he was a well-formed young fellow, and of an age when few positions came amiss to one who has the capacity to adapt himself to circ.u.mstances.
Meeting the blushing Mrs. Peach (to whom Margery in her mind sternly denied the right to blush at all), Jim alighted and moved on with her, probably at Mrs. Peach"s own suggestion; so that what they said, how long they remained together, and how they parted, Margery knew not. She might have known some of these things by waiting; but the presence of Jim had bred in her heart a sudden disgust for the widow, and a general sense of discomfiture. She went away in an opposite direction, turning her head and saying to the unconscious Jim, "There"s a fine rod in pickle for you, my gentleman, if you carry out that pretty scheme!"
Jim"s military coup had decidedly astonished her. What he might do next she could not conjecture. The idea of his doing anything sufficiently brilliant to arrest her attention would have seemed ludicrous, had not Jim, by entering the Yeomanry, revealed a capacity for dazzling exploits which made it unsafe to predict any limitation to his powers.
Margery was now excited. The daring of the wretched Jim in bursting into scarlet amazed her as much as his doubtful acquaintanceship with the demonstrative Mrs. Peach. To go to that Review, to watch the pair, to eclipse Mrs. Peach in brilliancy, to meet and pa.s.s them in withering contempt--if she only could do it! But, alas! she was a forsaken woman.
"If the Baron were alive, or in England," she said to herself (for sometimes she thought he might possibly be alive), "and he were to take me to this Review, wouldn"t I show that forward Mrs. Peach what a lady is like, and keep among the select company, and not mix with the common people at all!"
It might at first sight be thought that the best course for Margery at this juncture would have been to go to Jim, and nip the intrigue in the bud without further scruple. But her own declaration in after days was that whoever could say that was far from realizing her situation. It was hard to break such ice as divided their two lives now, and to attempt it at that moment was a too humiliating proclamation of defeat. The only plan she could think of--perhaps not a wise one in the circ.u.mstances--was to go to the Review herself; and be the gayest there.
A method of doing this with some propriety soon occurred to her. She dared not ask her father, who scorned to waste time in sight-seeing, and whose animosity towards Jim knew no abatement; but she might call on her old acquaintance, Mr. Vine, Jim"s partner, who would probably be going with the rest of the holiday-folk, and ask if she might accompany him in his spring-trap. She had no sooner perceived the feasibility of this, through her being at her grandmother"s, than she decided to meet with the old man early the next morning.
In the meantime Jim and Mrs. Peach had walked slowly along the road together, Jim leading the horse, and Mrs. Peach informing him that her father, the gardener, was at Jim"s village further on, and that she had come to meet him. Jim, for reasons of his own, was going to sleep at his partner"s that night, and thus their route was the same.
The shades of eve closed in upon them as they walked, and by the time they reached the lime-kiln, which it was necessary to pa.s.s to get to the village, it was quite dark. Jim stopped at the kiln, to see if matters had progressed rightly in his seven days" absence, and Mrs.
Peach, who stuck to him like a teazle, stopped also, saying she would wait for her father there.
She held the horse while he ascended to the top of the kiln. Then rejoining her, and not quite knowing what to do, he stood beside her looking at the flames, which to-night burnt up brightly, shining a long way into the dark air, even up to the ramparts of the earthwork above them, and overhead into the bosoms of the clouds.
It was during this proceeding that a carriage, drawn by a pair of dark horses, came along the turnpike road. The light of the kiln caused the horses to swerve a little, and the occupant of the carriage looked out. He saw the bluish, lightning-like flames from the limestone, rising from the top of the furnace, and hard by the figures of Jim Hayward, the widow, and the horse, standing out with spectral distinctness against the ma.s.s of night behind. The scene wore the aspect of some unholy a.s.signation in Pandaemonium, and it was all the more impressive from the fact that both Jim and the woman were quite unconscious of the striking spectacle they presented. The gentleman in the carriage watched them till he was borne out of sight.
Having seen to the kiln, Jim and the widow walked on again, and soon Mrs. Peach"s father met them, and relieved Jim of the lady. When they had parted, Jim, with an expiration not unlike a breath of relief; went on to Mr. Vine"s, and, having put the horse into the stable, entered the house. His partner was seated at the table, solacing himself after the labours of the day by luxurious alternations between a long clay pipe and a mug of perry.
"Well," said Jim eagerly, "what"s the news--how do she take it?"
"Sit down--sit down," said Vine. ""Tis working well; not but that I deserve something o" thee for the trouble I"ve had in watching her.
The soldiering was a fine move; but the woman is a better!--who invented it?"
"I myself," said Jim modestly.
"Well; jealousy is making her rise like a thunderstorm, and in a day or two you"ll have her for the asking, my sonny. What"s the next step?"
"The widow is getting rather a weight upon a feller, worse luck,"
said Jim. "But I must keep it up until to-morrow, at any rate. I have promised to see her at the Review, and now the great thing is that Margery should see we a-smiling together--I in my full-dress uniform and clinking arms o" war. "Twill be a good strong sting, and will end the business, I hope. Couldn"t you manage to put the hoss in and drive her there? She"d go if you were to ask her."
"With all my heart," said Mr. Vine, moistening the end of a new pipe in his perry. "I can call at her grammer"s for her--"twill be all in my way."
CHAPTER XVI
Margery duly followed up her intention by arraying herself the next morning in her loveliest guise, and keeping watch for Mr. Vine"s appearance upon the high road, feeling certain that his would form one in the procession of carts and carriages which set in towards Exonbury that day. Jim had gone by at a very early hour, and she did not see him pa.s.s. Her antic.i.p.ation was verified by the advent of Mr.
Vine about eleven o"clock, dressed to his highest effort; but Margery was surprised to find that, instead of her having to stop him, he pulled in towards the gate of his own accord. The invitation planned between Jim and the old man on the previous night was now promptly given, and, as may be supposed, as promptly accepted. Such a strange coincidence she had never before known. She was quite ready, and they drove onward at once.
The Review was held on some high ground a little way out of the city, and her conductor suggested that they should put up the horse at the inn, and walk to the field--a plan which pleased her well, for it was more easy to take preliminary observations on foot without being seen herself than when sitting elevated in a vehicle.
They were just in time to secure a good place near the front, and in a few minutes after their arrival the reviewing officer came on the ground. Margery"s eye had rapidly run over the troop in which Jim was enrolled, and she discerned him in one of the ranks, looking remarkably new and bright, both as to uniform and countenance.
Indeed, if she had not worked herself into such a desperate state of mind she would have felt proud of him then and there. His shapely upright figure was quite noteworthy in the row of rotund yeomen on his right and left; while his charger Tony expressed by his bearing, even more than Jim, that he knew nothing about lime-carts whatever, and everything about trumpets and glory. How Jim could have scrubbed Tony to such shining blackness she could not tell, for the horse in his natural state was ingrained with lime-dust, that burnt the colour out of his coat as it did out of Jim"s hair. Now he pranced martially, and was a war-horse every inch of him.
Having discovered Jim her next search was for Mrs. Peach, and, by dint of some oblique glancing Margery indignantly discovered the widow in the most forward place of all, her head and bright face conspicuously advanced; and, what was more shocking, she had abandoned her mourning for a violet drawn-bonnet and a gay spencer, together with a parasol luxuriously fringed in a way Margery had never before seen. "Where did she get the money?" said Margery, under her breath. "And to forget that poor sailor so soon!"
These general reflections were precipitately postponed by her discovering that Jim and the widow were perfectly alive to each other"s whereabouts, and in the interchange of telegraphic signs of affection, which on the latter"s part took the form of a playful fluttering of her handkerchief or waving of her parasol. Richard Vine had placed Margery in front of him, to protect her from the crowd, as he said, he himself surveying the scene over her bonnet.
Margery would have been even more surprised than she was if she had known that Jim was not only aware of Mrs. Peach"s presence, but also of her own, the treacherous Mr. Vine having drawn out his flame- coloured handkerchief and waved it to Jim over the young woman"s head as soon as they had taken up their position.
"My partner makes a tidy soldier, eh--Miss Tucker?" said the senior lime-burner. "It is my belief as a Christian that he"s got a party here that he"s making signs to--that handsome figure o" fun straight over-right him."
"Perhaps so," she said.
"And it"s growing warm between "em if I don"t mistake," continued the merciless Vine.
Margery was silent, biting her lip; and the troops being now set in motion, all signalling ceased for the present between soldier Hayward and his pretended sweetheart.
"Have you a piece of paper that I could make a memorandum on, Mr.
Vine?" asked Margery.
Vine took out his pocket-book and tore a leaf from it, which he handed her with a pencil.
"Don"t move from here--I"ll return in a minute," she continued, with the innocence of a woman who means mischief. And, withdrawing herself to the back, where the gra.s.s was clear, she pencilled down the words
"JIM"S MARRIED."
Armed with this doc.u.ment she crept into the throng behind the unsuspecting Mrs. Peach, slipped the paper into her pocket on the top of her handkerchief; and withdrew un.o.bserved, rejoining Mr. Vine with a bearing of nonchalance.