Harry went to the head of the stairs and called, and Bethel came rushing up. Sunday made no difference to his clothes, and he wore the grey suit and flannel collar of their first meeting.
His greeting was, as ever, boisterous. "Hullo! Trojan! that"s splendid! I was afraid they"d carry you off to that church of yours or you"d have a tea-party or something. I"m glad they"ve spared you."
"No, I went this morning," Harry answered, "all of us solemnly in the family coach. I thought that was enough for one day."
"We used to have a carriage when papa was alive," said Mrs. Bethel, "and we drove to church every Sunday. We were the only people beside the Porsons, and theirs was only a pony-cart."
"Well, for my part, I hate driving," said Mary. "It puts you in a bad temper for the sermon."
"Let"s have tea," said Bethel. "I"m as hungry as though I"d listened to fifty parsons."
And, indeed, he always was. He ate as though he had had no meal for a month at least, and he had utterly demolished the tea-cake before he realised that no one else had had any.
"Oh, I say, I"m so sorry," he said ruefully. "Mary, why didn"t you tell me? I"ll never forgive myself----" and proceeded to finish the saffron buns.
"All the same," said Mary, "we"re going to church to-night, all of us, and if you"re very good, Mr. Trojan, you shall come too."
Harry paused for a moment. "I shall be delighted," he said; "but where do you go?"
"There"s a little church called St. Sennan"s. You haven"t heard of it, probably. It"s past the Cove--on a hill looking over the sea. It"s the most tumble-down old place you ever saw, and n.o.body goes there except a few fishermen, but we know the clergyman and like him. I like the place too--you can listen to the sea if you"re bored with the sermon."
"The parson is like one of the prophets," said Bethel. "Too strong for the Pendragon point of view. It"s a place of ruins, Trojan, and the congregation are like a crowd of ancient Britons--but you"ll like it."
Mrs. Bethel was unwontedly quiet--it was obvious that she was in distress; Mary, too, seemed to speak at random, and there was an air of constraint in the room.
When they set off for church the grey sky had changed to blue; the sun had just set, and little pink clouds like fairy cushions hung round the moon. As they pa.s.sed out of the town, through the crooked path down to the Cove, Harry had again that strong sense of Cornwall that came to him sometimes so suddenly, so strangely, that it was almost mysterious, for it seemed to have no immediate cause, no absolute relation to surrounding sights or sounds. Perhaps to-night it was in the misty half-light of the shining moon and the dying sun, the curious stillness of the air so that the sounds and cries of the town came distinctly on the wind, the scent of some wild flowers, the faint smell of the chrysanthemums that Mary was wearing at her breast.
"By Jove, it"s Cornwall," he said, drawing a great breath. He was walking a little ahead with Mary, and he turned to her as she spoke.
She was walking with her head bent, and did not seem to hear him.
"What"s up?" he said.
"Nothing," she answered, trying to smile.
"But there is," he insisted. "I"m not blind. I"ve bored you with my worries. You might honour me with yours."
"There isn"t anything really. One"s foolish to mind, and, indeed, it"s not for myself that I care--but it"s mother."
"What have they done?"
"They don"t like us--none of them do. I don"t know why they should; we aren"t, perhaps, very likeable. But it is cruel of them to show it.
Mother, you see, likes meeting people--we had it in London, friends I mean, lots of them, and then when we came here we had none. We have never had any from the beginning. We tried, perhaps a little too hard, to have some. We gave little parties and they failed, and then people began to think us peculiar, and if they once do that here you"re done for. Perhaps we didn"t see it quite soon enough and we went on trying, and then they began to snub us."
"Snub you?"
"Yes, you know the kind of thing. You saw that first day we met you----"
"And it hurts?"
"Yes--for mother. She still tries; she doesn"t see that it"s no good, and each time that she goes and calls, something happens and she comes back like she did to-day. I don"t suppose they mean to be unkind--it is only that we are, you see, peculiar, and that doesn"t do here.
Father wears funny clothes and never sees any one, and so they think there must be something wrong----"
"It"s a shame," he said indignantly.
"No," she answered, "it isn"t really. It"s one"s own fault--only sometimes I hate it all. Why couldn"t we have stayed in London? We had friends there, and father"s clothes didn"t matter. Here such little things make such a big difference"--which was, Harry reflected, a complete epitome of the life of Pendragon.
"I"m not whining," she went on. "We all have things that we don"t like, but when you"re without a friend----"
"Not quite," he said; "you must count me." He stopped for a moment.
"You _will_ count me, won"t you?"
"You realise what you are doing," she said. "You are entering into alliance with outcasts."
"You forget," he answered, "that I, also, am an outcast. We can at least be outcasts together."
"It is good of you," she said gravely; "I am selfish enough to accept it. If I was really worth anything, I would never let you see us again. It means ostracism."
"We will fight them," he answered gaily. "We will storm the camp"; but in his heart he knew that their stronghold, with "The Flutes" as the heart of the defence, would be hard to overcome.
They climbed up the hill to the little church with the sea roaring at their feet. A strong wind was blowing, and, for a moment, at a steep turn of the hill, she laid her hand on his arm; at the touch his heart beat furiously--in that moment he knew that he loved her, that he had loved her from the first moment that he had seen her, and he pa.s.sed on into the church.
It was, as Bethel had said, almost in ruins--the little nave was complete, but ivy clambered in the aisles and birds had built their nests in the pillars. Three misty candles flickered on the altar, and some lights burnt over the pulpit, but there were strange half-lights and shadows so that it seemed a place of ghosts. Through the open door the night air blew, bringing with it the beating of the sea, and the breath of gra.s.s and flowers. The congregation was scanty; some fishermen and their wives, two or three old women, and a baby that made no sound but listened wonderingly with its finger in its mouth. The clergyman was a tall man with a long white beard and he did everything, even playing the little wheezy harmonium. His sermon was short and simple, but was listened to with rapt attention. There was something strangely intense about it all, and the hymns were sung with an eagerness that Harry had never heard elsewhere. This was a contrast with the church of the morning, just as the Cove was a contrast with Pendragon; the parting of the ways seemed to face Harry at every moment of his day--his choice was being urgently demanded and he had no longer any hesitation.
Newsome was there, and he spoke to him for a moment on coming out.
"You"ll be lonely "up-along,"" he said; "you belong to us."
They all four walked back together.
"How do you like our ancient Britons?" said Bethel.
"It was wonderful," said Harry. "Thank you for taking me."
They were all very silent, but when they parted at the turning of the road Bethel laughed. "Now you are one of us, Trojan. We have claimed you."
As he shook Mary"s hand he whispered, "This has been a great evening for me."
"I was wrong to grumble to you," she answered. "You have worries enough of your own. I release you from your pledge."
"I will not be released," he said.
That night Clare Trojan, before going to bed, went into Garrett"s room.
He was working at his book, and, as usual, hinted that to take such advantage of his good-nature by her interruption was unfair.
"I suppose to-morrow morning wouldn"t do instead, Clare--it"s a bit late."
"No, it wouldn"t--I want you to listen to me. It"s important."
"Well?" He seated himself in the most comfortable chair and sighed.
"Don"t be too long."