"But _is_ she?"
He looked at her with his miserable eyes, then turned them from her, considering gravely what she had said. It was then, while Rowcliffe was considering it, that the garden gate opened violently and fell to.
They waited for the sound of the front door bell.
Instead of it they heard two doors open and Ally"s voice calling to Greatorex in the hall.
As the Vicar flung himself from his study into the other room he saw Alice standing close to Greatorex by the shut door. Her lover"s arms were round her.
He laid his hands on them as if to tear them apart.
"You shall not touch my daughter--until you"ve married her."
The young man"s right arm threw him off; his left arm remained round Alice.
"It"s yo" s"all nat tooch her, Mr. Cartaret," he said. "Ef yo" coom between her an" mae I s"all "ave t" kill yo". I"d think nowt of it.
Dawn"t yo" bae freetened, my laa.s.s," he murmured tenderly.
The next instant he was fierce again.
"An" look yo" "ere, Mr. Cartaret. It was yo" who aa.s.sked mae t" marry a.s.sy. Do yo" aa.s.sk mae t" marry a.s.sy now? Naw! a.s.sy may rot for all yo" care. (It"s all right, my sweet"eart. It"s all right.) I"d a married a.s.sy right enoof ef I"d "a" looved her. But do yo" suppawss I"d "a" doon it fer yore meddlin"? Naw! An" yo" need n" aa.s.sk mae t"
marry yore daughter--(There--there--my awn laa.s.s)--"
"You are not going to be asked," said Gwenda. "You are not going to marry her."
"Gwenda," said the Vicar, "you will be good enough to leave this to me."
"It can"t be left to anybody but Ally."
"It s"all be laft to her," said Greatorex.
He had loosened his hold of Alice, but he still stood between her and her father.
"It"s for her t" saay ef she"ll "aave mae."
"She has said she won"t, Mr. Greatorex."
"Ay, she"s said it to mae, woonce. But I rackon she"ll "ave mae now."
"Not even now."
"She"s toald yo"?"
He did not meet her eyes.
"Yes."
"She"s toald yo" she"s afraid o" mae?"
"Yes. And you know why."
"Ay. I knaw. Yo"re afraid o" mae, Ally, because yo"ve "eard I haven"t always been as sober as I might bae; but yo"re nat "aalf as afraid o"
mae, droonk or sober, as yo" are of yore awn faather. Yo" dawn"t think I s"all bae "aalf as "ard an" crooil to yo" as yore faather is. She doosn"t, Mr. Cartaret, an" thot"s Gawd"s truth."
"I protest," said the Vicar.
"Yo" stond baack, sir. It"s for "er t" saay."
He turned to her, infinitely reverent, infinitely tender.
"Will yo" staay with "im? Or will yo" coom with mae?"
"I"ll come with you."
With one shoulder turned to her father, she cowered to her lover"s breast.
"Ay, an" yo" need n" be afraaid I"ll not bae sober. I"ll bae sober enoof now. D"ye "ear, Mr. Cartaret? Yo" need n" bae afraaid, either.
I"ll kape sober. I"d kape sober all my life ef it was awnly t" spite yo". An" I"ll maake "er "appy. For I rackon theer"s noothin" I could think on would spite yo" moor. Yo" want mae t" marry "er t" poonish "er. _I_ knaw."
"That"ll do, Greatorex," said Rowcliffe.
"Ay. It"ll do," said Greatorex with a grin of satisfaction.
He turned to Alice, the triumph still flaming in his face. "Yo"re _nat_ afraaid of mae?"
"No," she said gently. "Not now."
"Yo navver were," said Greatorex; and he laughed.
That laugh was more than Mr. Cartaret could bear. He thrust out his face toward Greatorex.
Rowcliffe, watching them, saw that he trembled and that the thrust-out, furious face was flushed deeply on the left side.
The Vicar boomed.
"You will leave my house this instant, Mr. Greatorex. And you will never come into it again."
But Greatorex was already looking for his cap.
"I"ll navver coom into et again," he a.s.sented placably.
There were no prayers at the Vicarage that night.
It was nearly eleven o"clock. Greatorex was gone. Gwenda was upstairs helping Alice to undress. Mary sat alone in the dining-room, crying steadily. The Vicar and Rowcliffe were in the study.