He told it very quietly, without any explanation or expression of feeling; but it was not possible for Gladys to hear that Eric"s name was cleared without keen emotion. "Oh, thank G.o.d for this other mercy!" she sobbed, bursting into tears; and presently, as he went on, she crept closer to him, and before he had finished she had clasped his arm with her two hands and her face was hidden in them.
"Oh, Giles! if you only knew what she has made me suffer!" she whispered.
"We should have understood each other better if Etta had not always come between us."
"You are right; I feel you are right, Gladys," stroking her fair hair as he spoke; then she looked up and smiled affectionately in his face.
"Ursula, will you leave me alone with my brother for a little? There is something I want to tell him!" And I went away at once.
As I opened the door, Chatty came down the pa.s.sage with a pile of freshly-ironed linen. Her round face looked unusually disturbed.
"She is going on so, ma"am," she whispered, "it is dreadful to hear her.
She is making us turn out all her drawers, and there are three big trunks to fill. She says she is going away for ever."
"Hush!" I returned, with a warning look, for Miss Darrell was at the door watching us. She was in her yellow dressing-gown, and the old pinched look was still in her face.
"Why are you stopping to gossip, Chatty?" she said querulously. "I shall not have finished until midnight at this rate. Leah would have packed by this time." And Chatty, with rather a frightened look, carried in her pile of clean linen.
I strolled about the garden for an hour, and then went back to the house.
Mr. Hamilton was just closing the door of his sister"s room. He looked happier, I thought: the dark, irritable expression had left his face. He came forward with a smile.
"Gladys has been telling me, Miss Garston. I am more glad than I can say.
Cunliffe is a fine fellow; there is no one that I should like so well for a brother."
"I knew you would say so. Uncle Max is so good."
"Well, he has secured a prize," with a slight sigh. "Gladys is a n.o.ble woman; she will make her husband a happy man. There is little doubt that Etta did mischief there; but Gladys was not willing to enter on that part of the subject. I begin to think," with a quick, searching look that somewhat disturbed me, "that we have not yet reached the limits of her mischief-making."
I could have told him that I knew that. I think he meant to have said something more; but a slight movement in the direction of Miss Darrell"s room made us separate somewhat quickly. I saw Mr. Hamilton glance uneasily at the half-closed door as he went past it.
I found Gladys in tears, but she made me understand with some difficulty that they were only tears of relief and joy.
"But I am sorry too, because I have so often grieved him so," she said, drying her eyes. "Oh, how good Giles is!--how n.o.ble!--and I have misunderstood him so! he was so glad about Max, and so very very kind.
And then we talked about Eric. He says we were wrong to keep it from him, that even you were to blame in that. He thinks so highly of you, Ursula; but he said even good people make mistakes sometimes, and that this was a great mistake. I was so sorry when he said that, that I asked his pardon over and over again."
I felt that I longed to ask his pardon too; and yet the fault had been Gladys"s more than mine; but I knew she had talked enough, so I kissed her, and begged her to lie down and compose herself while I got the tea ready.
We did not see Mr. Hamilton again that night. Gladys and I sat by the open window, talking by s.n.a.t.c.hes or relapsing into silence. When she had retired to rest I stole out into the pa.s.sage to see what had become of tired Chatty, but I repented this charitable impulse when I saw Miss Darrell standing in the open doorway opposite, as though she were watching for some one.
On seeing me she beckoned imperiously, and I crossed the pa.s.sage with some reluctance.
"Come in a moment: I want to speak to you," she said hoa.r.s.ely; and I saw she was much excited. "I sent Chatty to bed. We have finished packing,--oh, quite finished. Giles will be satisfied with my obedience; and now I want you to tell me what you and he were saying about Mr.
Cunliffe." But her white lips looked whiter as she spoke.
"Excuse me, Miss Darrell," I returned; but she stopped me.
"You are going to say that it is no business of mine. You are always cautious, Miss Garston; but I am resolved to know this, or I will refuse to leave the house to-morrow morning. Are they engaged? is that what Giles meant when he said he was a fine fellow?"
I thought it wiser to tell her the truth. "They are engaged."
"And Giles knows it, and gives his consent?"
"Most gladly and willingly."
"I wish I could kill them both!" was the sullen reply; and then, without taking any further notice of me, she sat down on one of the boxes and hid her face in her hands, and when I tried to speak to her she shook her head with a gesture of impatience and despair.
"The game is played out; I may as well go," she muttered; and seeing her in this mood I thought it better to leave her; but I slept uneasily, and often started up in bed fancying I heard something. I remembered her words with horror: the whole scene was like a nightmare to me,--the disordered and desolate room, with the great heavily-corded trunks, the dim light, the wretched woman in her yellow dressing-gown sitting crouched on a box. "Can this be love?" I thought, with a shudder,--"this compound of vanity and selfishness?" and I felt how different was my feeling for Giles. The barrier might never be broken down between us, I might never be to him more than I was now, but all my life I should love and honour him as the n.o.blest man I knew on G.o.d"s earth.
CHAPTER XLVI
NAP BARKS IN THE STABLE-YARD
I was arranging some flowers that Max had sent us the next morning, and waiting for Gladys to join me, when Mr. Hamilton came in.
"Where is Gladys?" he asked, looking round the room; but when he heard that she had not finished dressing, he would not hear of my disturbing her.
"It is no matter," he went on. "I shall be back before she is in bed. I only wanted to tell her that I have seen Cunliffe. I breakfasted with him this morning. He will be up here presently to see her. He looks ten years younger, Miss Garston." And, as I smiled at that, he continued, in rather a constrained voice,--
"Mr. Tudor breakfasted with us."
"Yes, I suppose so," I returned carelessly. "What splendid carnations these are, Mr. Hamilton! You have not any so good at Gladwyn."
"Cunliffe must spare me some cuttings," he replied, rather absently; then, without looking at me, and in a peculiar voice, "Is it still a secret, Miss Garston, or may I be allowed to congratulate you?"
I dropped the carnations as though they suddenly scorched me.
"Why should you congratulate me, Mr. Hamilton?"
"I thought you considered me a friend," he replied, rather nervously.
"But, of course, if it be still a secret, I must beg your pardon for my abruptness."
"I don"t know what you mean," I said, very crossly, but my cheeks were burning. "If this be a joke, I must tell you once for all that I dislike this sort of jokes: they are not in good taste": for I was as angry with him as possible, for who knew what nonsense he had got into his head? He looked at me in quite a bewildered fashion; my anger was evidently incomprehensible to him. We were playing at cross-purposes.
"Do you think I am in the mood for joking?" he said, at last. "Have you ever heard me jest on such subjects, Miss Garston? I thought we agreed on that point."
"Do you mean you are serious?"
"Perfectly serious."
"Then in that case will you kindly explain to me why you think I am to be congratulated?"
He looked uncomfortable. "I have understood that you and Mr. Tudor were engaged, or, at least, likely to become so. Do you mean," as my astonished face seemed to open room for doubt, "that it is not true?--that Etta deceived me there?"
"Miss Darrell!" scornfully; then, controlling my strong indignation with an effort, I said, more quietly, "I think that we ought to beg Mr.
Tudor"s pardon for dragging in his name in this way: he would hardly thank us. If I am not mistaken, he is in love with my cousin Jocelyn."