"Alrina!" he said again, looking at her sternly; "you know whom I mean, and therefore let"s have no prevarication."
"His sister was one of my schoolfellows," she replied, "and she introduced me to her brother."
"Oh!" replied her father, smiling; "and you each became affected with that incurable malady which silly people call "love;" and you have met him again? And where is your old schoolfellow now, pray?" asked Mr.
Freeman.
"She is residing with Mrs. Courland, I believe," replied Alrina, "at Ashley Hall."
"Thank you, Alrina. That was all I wanted to know. Now, you can go to your room again, if you don"t feel well, and let the servant bring you up some tea. Good night."
So, then, this terrible ordeal in the "private room," which Alrina had dreaded so much but a few minutes before, and racked her brain to imagine what her father could possibly want of her, had ended in his asking a plain simple question or two, and her giving him answers to match. And although she had intended to ask him why he had been so cruel as to order that dangerous feat to be performed by that young stranger, and many other important questions, she had been dismissed so abruptly, that she had actually said nothing.
The whole scene seemed so absurd that she burst into a hearty laugh when she reached her own little bedroom once more.
CHAPTER XIV.
MRS. BROWN TELLS THE CONJUROR A BIT OF HER MIND.
Poor Mr. Brown! he remained on the rocks long after the other spectators had left, and would have remained there much longer, had he not been roused from his reverie by a gentle tap on his shoulder.
"Billy," said he, looking up; "let"s go into the stable and have a look at Jessie, boy. She must have a good rub-down and a warm mash to-night."
"Come along," said the boy. And, taking Mr. Brown by the arm, he led him home to his amiable but eccentric wife.
"What! Billy!" she exclaimed, as the pair entered the kitchen; "where, in the name of goodness ded you spring from?"
"Why, I ha"n"t b"en away, have I?" replied the sly boy.
"Now, that"s enough--a plenty," said Mrs. Brown, looking at the boy with her keen grey eyes. "I can see through a millstone so well as most people. I ha"n"t b"en away, says aw!"
"No, have I?" said he, looking innocently at his mistress.
"Areah, thon! Now, I"ll tell "ee, Billy. He that ha" b"en your maister the last three days, may take "ee for the next three days, for what I do care; for in my house you sha"n"t stop,--there, na. My eyes ha" b"en opening wider and wider evar sence last night. A croom of chat with one, and a croom of chat with another, have opened them so wide, that I can see round a corner a"most."
"I don"t knaw what you do main," said the boy.
"Iss you do," replied Mrs. Brown, shaking her head; "so you march,--and dont you come anist my door agen for a bra" spur."
The boy saw that his quondam mistress was in earnest; so he took the hint and made himself scarce.
"And now, Mr. Brown," said she, turning to her husband, who had seated himself in the chimney-corner, "what do you think of yourself, I shud like to knaw? Your Jessie mare es come to a purty pa.s.s, esn"t she? Ef the young gentleman had gone over cliff too, I shud nevar ha" b"en good no more. To go for to slock the young gentleman into et like that wor a shame, an" so et wor. You an" "The Maister" too oft to be spefflicated,--iss you ded."
""The Maister" wor right, Peggy," said Mr. Brown;--"the boy es come back. Wo! ho! Jessie! gently, mare! steady, now! Wo! ho!"
"John Brown," said his wife, "I ha" thoft for a bra" bit that there was but one biggar fool than you in the world, an" that"s me, for marryin"
such a g"eat lazy, knaw-nothen" pattick. John Brown, go to bed!" And this command was given in such an authoritative tone, that Mr. Brown took it literally, and, lighting a bed-light, although it was broad daylight, he took off his shoes at the bottom of the stairs, as was his wont, and went to bed in right earnest; and in ten minutes he was fast asleep.
"Well, that"s a comfort," said Mrs. Brown.
"What"s a comfort?" said Mrs. Trenow, who had come in to have a croom of chat with the landlady; "you"ve had your drop of gin an" peppermint, I s"pose?"
"No, sure, I ha"n"t," replied Mrs. Brown; "but we will now, for I do feel that there"s something wantin", cheeld vean."
So the two gossips were very soon seated comfortably over their little drop of cordial, seasoned with a pinch of snuff; and they wound up their moderate carousal with a cup of tea.
"You said something wor a comfort when I came in," said Mrs. Trenow.
"Iss fie! hark!" replied Mrs. Brown, turning up her ear in a listening att.i.tude.
"You"ve got a pig bad, I s"pose?" said Mrs. Trenow; "but what comfort there es in that, I caen"t tell. Ill-wished again, I s"pose? Semmen to me "The Maister" ha" got bra" work now."
"No, my dear, tesn"t the pig. Hark again!" said Mrs. Brown.
"Why, "tes up in the chamber, to be sure," replied Mrs. Trenow, listening.
"Iss fie, "tes up in the chamber, sure nuff," said Mrs. Brown; "and there he"d sleep and snore till to-morrow dennar-time ef I dedn"t rouse"n out."
"Dear lor"! like that, es aw? Whisht too "pon om, now that the mare es killed, I s"pose," said Mrs. Trenow. "Do "ee think that "The Maister"
had any grudge agen that young gentleman, do "ee?"
"What shud he knaw "bout the young gentleman?" returned Mrs. Brown.
"I"ll tell "ee, Mrs. Trenow, "The Maister" wean"t lev you nor me knaw what he do think; for thinken" es one thing and spaiken" es another, weth he, I"ll a.s.sure "ee."
"But the boy came back to the very minute, I do hear," said Mrs. Trenow, who could not be persuaded out of her belief in "The Maister"s" wisdom.
"I tell "ee, Mrs. Trenow," said Mrs. Brown, in a confidential whisper; ""tes my belief that ef they two wor to take off their shoes you wud see two cloven hoofs,--iss I do."
"Oh! lor!" shrieked both the women, as they looked up, after their little confidential whisper; for behind them stood Mr. Freeman himself.
"A gla.s.s of mild ale, if you please, Mrs. Brown," said he, in his blandest tone, as he took his usual seat in the chimney-corner.
"Yes, sir," said the landlady. And while she was drawing the ale, Mrs.
Trenow took the opportunity of slipping out. Mrs. Brown was as shrewd and cunning in her way as Mr. Freeman was in his, and, while she was drawing the gla.s.s of ale, she began to reflect on the probable purport of this early visit; for "The Maister" seldom came there until much later in the evening, when he knew he should find some of those peculiarly const.i.tuted individuals there, whom Alrina generally designated "goostrumnoodles," and whom he seldom found much difficulty in frightening to his heart"s content. On these occasions, Mrs. Brown never interfered; for she had an eye to business, and she knew that the more terror there was produced in the brains of these poor numskulls, the more stimulants they would consume. But, now, there was no occasion for any dissimulation; and so she determined she would tell "The Maister" a bit of her mind,--for she believed that he had some hidden and wicked motive for prompting her husband to induce that young gentleman to undertake so dangerous a feat as the one he had attempted that day.
"Your husband has met with a serious loss to-day," said Mr. Freeman.
"Iss; and I s"pose you are come down for to make et good," replied Mrs.
Brown, rather tartly.
"Me!" said Mr. Freeman; "what have I to do with Mr. Brown"s losses, more than having a feeling of sympathy for the misfortunes of an old friend?"
"You dedn"t tell Brown that the young gentleman must ride the mare up there, I s"pose?" said Mrs. Brown, taking a cunning side glance at her visitor.
"What motive could I have had for such a suggestion as that?" asked Mr.
Freeman, looking innocently at Mrs. Brown; "and who could possibly have said that I had anything to do with the matter?"