The path makes a turn round a thick clump of trees, and as he pa.s.sed this, on a sudden he saw the beautiful young lady standing near the bank, her hat thrown on the ground, the thick folds of her chestnut hair all golden in the misty sunlight. Never so like the Guido before. The large eyes, the delicate, oval, and pearly tints, and the small vermilion mouth, its full lips parted, he could see the sunlight glitter on the edge of the little teeth within.
A thrill--a kind of shiver--pa.s.sed through him, as if at sight of a beautiful spectre. She saw him stop, and in the momentary silence, he thought--was it fancy?--he saw a blush just tinge her cheeks. On the bank, glimmering in the sunlight, was the cage with the little squirrels hopping inside.
"What a sweet evening!" said he, "I"ve been down to Penruthyn Priory--I"ve grown so fond of that old place. I used not to care about it; but one changes--and now it seems to me the most interesting place in the world, except, perhaps, one. _You_ tired of it very quickly, Miss Fanshawe. You have not half seen it, you know. Why don"t you come and see it again?"
"I suppose we ought," said the young lady, "and I dare say we shall."
"Then do to-morrow, pray," said he.
She laughed, and said--
"An excursion like that must always depend on the whim of the hour, don"t you think, to be the least pleasant? It loses its charm the moment it loses the air of perfect liberty and caprice; and I don"t know whether we shall ever see the old Priory again."
"I"m very sorry," said Cleve. There was honest disappointment in his tone, and his dark soft eyes looked full in hers.
She laughed again a little, and looking at the pretty old Church of Llanderris, that stands among nodding ash trees on the near upland, she said--
"That old church is, I think, quite beautiful. I was exploring these woods with my little squirrels here, when I suddenly came upon this view, and here I stood for nearly ten minutes."
"I"m very much obliged, I know, to Llanderris Church, and I"m glad you admire it, for I like it very much myself," said Cleve. "And so you have got two squirrels. I was so sorry to hear last Sunday that you had lost your little pet, Whisk. Wasn"t that his name?"
"Yes. Poor little Whisk!"
"And you"re not going to leave Malory?"
"Not immediately, I believe," said Miss Fanshawe.
"That makes me very happy for _three_ reasons," he said, lowering his voice.--"First, it proves that you have some confidence, after all, in me; and next, because it shows that you are not so troubled here as you feared you might be; and the third reason--perhaps you shall never know until, at least, you can guess it."
"Yes; papa is not talking of leaving immediately, and I"m glad of it, for I know it was important that he should be able for a little time longer to remain in England. And now, I think my little squirrels want their nuts, and I must go."
"Poor little prisoners! You"re all prisoners here. You shut yourselves up so jealously," said Cleve. "The monastic spirit still haunts this place, I think. It must be that old convent ground. Almost every day I walk by this old place, and never have seen you once, even through the grille, until to-day."
She stooped to pick up the cage.
"I"m sure you"ll shake hands before you go, Miss Fanshawe, won"t you, through the grille--the hedge, I mean?"
"Well, I wish you good-bye," she said, merrily, but without coming nearer.
"And we are good friends?"
"Oh, yes."
"And--and I"ll tell you a secret, but you must forgive me." As he spoke, Cleve Verney, with a step or two, mounted the bank and stood beside the young lady within the precincts of Malory.
"Don"t mind coming in, pray," said she.
"Only for a moment--only one word," besought Cleve.
"Well," laughed Miss Fanshawe, though he thought a little uneasily, for she glanced toward the house, and he fancied was thinking of Sir Booth.
"If you _will_, I can"t help it, only you must remember there are dogs in the yard, and," she added, more gravely, "papa has so many notices up to keep people away, I think he"d be vexed."
"Here I"m almost on neutral ground. It is only a step, and I"m gone. I want to tell you--you must forgive me--but it was I who ventured to send that little boy with those squirrels there. I knew how lonely you were, and I was selfish enough to wish to give you even so small an evidence of the sincerity of my professions--my anxiety to be employed."
"That little boy promised to return, but has never come back," said Miss Fanshawe, throwing back her head a little, and pushing back her rich tresses. He thought there was a brighter colour in her cheeks, and that she looked a little haughty.
"He could not help it, poor little fellow. He lives at Pendillion, nine miles across the water, and nearly thirty by the road. You must lay the whole blame upon me--you must, indeed. It"s all my fault."
Miss Fanshawe was looking down upon the unconscious squirrels. There was something of disdain in this glance that fell from under her long silken lashes askance upon them, hopping and frisking within their wires, as if she meditated sending them away in disgrace.
"You must not be vexed with _them_ either, it is all my doing, my fault, let me confess. I ran down in my boat to Pendillion, and looked up that little fellow who always has half-a-dozen squirrels. I had to go twice to find him, and then brought him here, and he met a lady in the wood. There was no mistaking the description, and so these little creatures are your happy captives--and--I hope you are not very angry with me."
The colour was brilliant in her cheeks, and gave a corresponding brilliancy to her great eyes; how were they so mysterious and yet so frank? She looked on him gravely in silence for a moment, and then down upon the little prisoners in the cage. Was she angry--was she embarra.s.sed--was she secretly pleased? That odd, beautiful girl--he could not quite understand her.
But Mr. Cleve Verney was an impetuous orator; when he took fire upon a theme he ran on daringly--
"And I"ve done more--I"m even _more_ guilty; I"ll hide nothing--I"ve taken a great reward--I"ve got a talisman that I prize above anything--this little coin;" and there was a bright shilling fixed like a "charm" to his watch-guard. "It is _mine_--you only can guess; no one shall ever know why I wore it next my heart, and you may blame, but you won"t _quite_ condemn me; and won"t you make it up with these poor little squirrels, and tell me it"s all forgiven, and--by Jove, here"s Miss Sheckleton."
And so she was approaching with her firm light step, and pleasant smile, in the shadow of the great trees, and near enough already to greet Mr.
Verney with--
"How d"ye do? What a charming evening?" and having arrived at the hawthorn tree beside which they were standing, she added, in the low tone in which she habitually spoke of the Baronet--"Sir Booth is not very well this evening--he"s in his room, and he"ll stay at home reading the newspapers, at all events for an hour or so."
There was a want of tact in this little intimation which had an effect quite different from that which the good-natured spinster intended; for Miss Fanshawe said, lifting the little cage, and looking in upon its tiny inhabitants in the sunlight--
"Then I had better run in and see him." And with a gay slight "Good-bye," she nodded to Mr. Cleve Verney. The smile was only a momentary light, and the great hazel eyes looked thoughtfully as she turned away; and as she disappeared among the old trees, it seemed to him that a dull shadow suddenly descended upon the trees, and the gra.s.s, and the landscape.
"We are always, Mr. Verney, in a fuss here; that is, we never know exactly what a post may bring us any morning or evening, or how suddenly we may have to go. You may guess what it is to _me_, who have to arrange everything," said the old lady, lifting her thin fingers and shaking her head. "As for Margaret there, she"s both clever and energetic--but _no_ experience; and therefore, I don"t allow her to take her share. Poor thing, it is a sad thing for her, and this place so very solitary."
"You must make her come to-morrow," said Cleve, "and see the Priory; you only _half_ saw it the other day, and I a.s.sure you it _is_ really well worth looking at; and it will make an excuse to tempt her outside this gloomy place. I can"t conceive anything worse than being shut up week after week in this solitude and darkness; you really _must_ persuade her; at what hour do you think you will be there?"
"Well now, I really _will_ try," said good-natured Miss Sheckleton, "positively I will; and I think about three o"clock--I"ll make an effort; and I"ll send for the boat without asking her, and she can hardly refuse me, then. You have not been here very long, Mr. Verney?"
she added, with a not unnatural curiosity.
"Only a minute or two before you came," he answered, a little inaccurately, I think. "Well, then, to-morrow, I hope to tempt her out a little, as you advise; and--and"--she glanced over her shoulder towards the house--"perhaps I had better bid you good-bye for the present, Mr. Verney; good-bye! How beautiful everything looks!"
She gave him her hand very cordially. Was there a sort of freemasonry and a romantic sympathy in that kindly farewell? Cleve felt that she at least half understood him. Even in reserved natures, there is an instinctive yearning for a confidant in such situations, and a friendly recognition, even at a distance, of one that promises to fill that place of sympathy.
So there they parted, with friendly looks, in a friendly spirit.
Romantic and simple Miss Sheckleton, he felt that you were a true denizen of those regions in which of late, he had been soaring, unworldly, true. It is well for a time to put off the profound attorney-nature of man--we brought nothing into this world, and it is certain we can carry nothing out--and to abandon ourselves for a few happy moments, to the poetry and kindness which are eternal.
CHAPTER XVI.
AN UNLOOKED-FOR VISITOR.