"You"re a lovely daughter, aren"t you!" he shouted hoa.r.s.ely. "You knew perfectly well who was on that roof, and you went! Didn"t you go? Answer me that! If I"d had arms about me when I got there, I"d have shot that man dead! He was on my property, giving orders, the black hound! And when I ordered him out, he told me if I interfered with his work before it was finished, he"d have me thrown out--me that owned the whole place; and there wasn"t a man that would lend me a pistol! "Rescue!" You"d better rescue him from me, you palm-laden dove, for I"ll shoot him, I will! I"ll kill that dog; and he knows it. He can bl.u.s.ter in a crowd, but he"ll hide now! He"s a coward and--"
"He came home with me; he brought me home last night!" Her voice rang out in the room like that of some other person, and she hardly knew that it was herself who spoke.
"You lie!" he screamed, and fell back from her, his face working as though under the dominance of some physical disorder, the flesh of it plastic beyond conception, so that she cried out and covered her face with her arm. "You lie! I saw you at the hedge with Crailey Gray, though you thought I didn"t. What do you want to lie like that for? Vanrevel didn"t even speak to you. I asked Madrillon. You lie!"
He choked upon the words; a racking cough shook him from head to foot; he staggered back and dropped upon her overturned chair, his arms beating the table in front of him, his head jerking spasmodically backward and forward as he gasped for breath.
"Ring the bell," he panted thickly, with an incoherent gesture. "Nelson knows. Ring!"
Nelson evidently knew. He brought brandy and water from the sideboard with no stinting hand, and within ten minutes Mr. Carewe was in his accustomed seat, competent to finish his breakfast. In solitude, however, he sat, and no one guessed his thoughts.
For Miss Betty had fled to her own room, and had bolted the door. She lay upon the bed, shuddering and shivering with nausea and cold, though the day was warm. Then, like a hot pain in her breast, came a homesickness for St. Mary"s, and the flood-tide of tears, as she thought of the quiet convent in the sunshine over to the west, the peace of it, and the goodness of everybody there.
"Sister Cecilia!" Her shoulders shook with the great sob that followed this name, dearest to her in the world, convulsively whispered to the pil-low "Dear Sister Cecilia!" She patted the white pillow with her hand, as though it were the cool cheek against which she yearned to lay her own. "Ah, you would know--you would know!" With the thought of the serene face of the good Sister, and of the kind arms that would have gone round her in her trouble, her sobbing grew loud and uncontrollable.
But she would not have her father hear it, and buried her face deep in the pillow. After a time, she began to grow quieter, turned, and lay with wet eyes staring unseeingly at the wall, her underlip quivering with the deep intake of each broken sigh.
"Oh, stars, stars, stars!" she whispered.
"Missy?" There came a soft knock upon the door and the clink of silver upon china. "Missy?"
"What is it?"
So quick was Miss Betty that, although she answered almost at once, the tears were washed away, and she was pa.s.sing a cool, wet towel over her eyes at the moment she spoke.
"Ja.s.s me. I brung yo" breakfas", honey."
Old Nelson"s voice was always low and gentle, with a quaver and hesitancy in the utterance; now it was tender and comforting with the comprehension of one in suffering, the extraordinary tact, which the old of his race nearly all come to possess. "Li"l chicken-wing on piece brown toast, honey."
When she opened the door he came in, bending attentively over his tray, and, without a glance toward his young mistress, made some show of fuss and bustle, as he placed it upon a table near the window and drew up a chair for her so that she could sit with her back to the light.
"Dah now!" he exclaimed softly, removing the white napkin and displaying other dainties besides the chicken wing. "Da.s.s de way! Dat ole Mamie in de kitchen, she got her failin"s an" her grievin" sins; but de way she do han"le chicken an" biscuit sutney ain"t none on "em! She plead fo" me to ax you how you like dem biscuit."
He kept his head bent low over the table, setting a fork closer to Betty"s hand; arranging the plates, then rearranging them, but never turning his eyes in her direction.
"Dat ole Mamie mighty vain, yessuh!" He suffered a very quiet chuckle to escape him. "She did most sutney "sist dat I ax you ain"t you like dem biscuit. She de ve"y vaines" woman in dis State, dat ole Mamie, yessuh!"
And now he cast one quick glance out of the corner of his eye at Miss Betty, before venturing a louder chuckle. "She reckon dem biscuit goin"
git her by Sain" Petuh when she "proach de hevumly gates! Uhuh! I tell her she got git redemption fo" de aigs she done ruin dese many yeahs; "cause she as useless wid an ommelick as a two-day calf on de slick ice!" Here he laughed loud and long. "You ja.s.s go and talk wid dat Mamie, some day, Missy; you"ll see how vain dat woman is."
"Has father gone out, Nelson?" asked Betty in a low voice.
"Yes"m; he up town." The old man"s tone sank at once to the level of her own; became confidential, as one speaks to another in a room where somebody is ill. "He mekkin" perpetration to go down de rivuh dis aft"noon. He say he done broke de news to you dat he goin" "way. Dey goin" buil" dem wa"house right up, an" yo" pa he necistate go "way "count de contrack. He be gone two week", honey," Nelson finished, without too much the air of imparting cheery tidings, but with just enough.
"I am to stay here alone?"
"Law no, Missy! Dat big Miz Tanberry, da.s.s de bes" frien" we all got, she home ag"in, an" yo" pa goin" invite her visit at de house, whiles he gone, an" to stay a mont" aftuh he git back, too, soze she kin go to all de doin"s an" junketin"s wid you, and talk wid de young mens dat you don" like whiles you talks wid dem you does like."
"What time will father come home?"
"Home? He be gone two week", honey!"
"No; I mean to-day."
"Law! He ain" comin" back. Bid me pack de trunk an" ca"y um down to de boat at noon. Den he bid me say far"-ye-well an" a kine good-bye fo"
him, honey. "Say he think you ain"t feelin" too well, soze he won"t "sturb ye, hisself, an" dat he unestly do hope you goin" have splen"id time whiles he trabblin"." (Nelson"s imagination covered many deficits in his master"s courtesy.) "Say he reckon you an" ole Miz Tanberry goin"
git "long mighty nice wid one"nurr. An" da.s.s what me an" Mamie reckon "spechually boun" to take place, "cause dat a mighty gay lady, dat big Miz Tanberry, an" ole frien" "er owah fambly. She "uz a frien" er yo"
momma"s, honey."
Miss Betty had begun by making a pretence to eat, only to please the old man, but the vain woman"s cookery had been not unduly extolled, and Nelson laughed with pleasure to see the fluffy biscuits and the chicken wing not nibbled at but actually eaten. This was a healthy young lady, he thought, one who would do the household credit and justify the extravagant pride which kitchen and stable already had in her. He was an old house-servant, therefore he had seen many young ladies go through unhappy hours, and he admired Miss Betty the more because she was the first who had indulged in strong weeping and did not snuffle at intervals afterward. He understood perfectly everything that had pa.s.sed between father and daughter that morning.
When her breakfast was finished, she turned slowly to the window, and, while her eyes did not refill, a slight twitching of the upper lids made him believe that she was going over the whole scene again in her mind; whereupon he began to move briskly about the room with a busy air, picking up her napkin, dusting a chair with his hand, exchanging the position of the andirons in the fireplace; and, apparently discovering that the por-trait of Georges Meilhac was out of line, he set it awry, then straight again, the while he hummed an old "spiritual" of which only the words "Chain de Lion Down" were allowed to be quite audible.
They were repeated often, and at each repet.i.tion of them he seemed profoundly, though decorously, amused, in a way which might have led to a conjecture that the refrain bore some distant reference to his master"s eccentricity of temper. At first be chuckled softly, but at the final iteration of "Chain de Lion Down" burst into outright laughter.
"Honey, my Law!" he exclaimed, "But yo" pa de "ceivin"dest man! He mighty proud er you!"
"Proud of me!" She turned to him in astonishment.
Nelson"s laughter increased. "Hain"t be ja.s.s de "ceivin"dest man!
Yessuh, he de sot-uppest man in dis town "count what you done last night. What he say dis mawn", dat ja.s.s his way!"
"Ah, no!" said Miss Betty, sadly.
"Yes"m! He proud er you, but he teahbul mad at dat man. He hain"t mad at you, but he gotter cuss somebody! Ja.s.s reach out fo" de nighes" he kin lay han"s on, an" dis mawn" it happen soze it were you, honey. Uhuh! You oughter hearn him ins" night when he come home. Den it were me. Bless G.o.d, I ain"t keerin". He weren"t mad at me, no mo"n" he were at you. He ja.s.s mad!"
Miss Betty looked at the old fellow keenly. He remained, however, apparently unconscious of her scrutiny, and occupied himself with preparations for removing the tray.
"Nelson, what is the quarrel between my father and Mr. Vanrevel?"
He had lifted the tray, but set it down precipitately, bending upon her a surprised and sobered countenance.
"Missy," he said, gravely, "Dey big trouble "twix" dem two."
"I know," she returned quietly. "What is it?"
"Wha" fo" you ax me, Missy?"
"Because you"re the only one I can ask. I don"t know anyone here well enough, except you."
Nelson"s lips puckered solemnly. "Mist" Vanrevel vote Whig; but he ag"in Texas."
"Well, what if he is?"
"Yo" pa mighty strong fo" Texas."
"No"m, dat ain"t hardly de beginnin". Mist" lanrevel he a Ab"litionist."
"Well? Won"t you tell me?"
"Honey, folks roun" heah mos" on "em like Mist" Vanrevel so well dey ain"t hole it up ag"in" him--but, Missy, ef dey one thing topper G.o.d"s worl" yo" pa do desp"itly and contestably despise, hate, cuss, an" outrageously "bominate wuss"n" a yaller August spiduh it are a Ab"litionist! He want stomple "em eve"y las" one under he boot-heel, "cep"n dat one Mist" Crailey Gray. Dey"s a considabul sprinklin" er dem Ab"litionists "bout de kentry, honey; dey"s mo" dat don" know w"ich dey is; an" dey"s mo" still dat don" keer. Soze dat why dey go git up a quo"l twix" yo" pa an" dat man; an" "range to have "er on a platfawm, de yeah "fo" de las" campaign; an", suh, dey call de quo"l a de-bate; an"
all de folks come in f"um de kentry, an" all de folks in town come, too.