"No offence, miss: it be a way we has in Derbyshire o" speaking our minds.
No offence, miss, were meant, and none took, as I hopes," and she made me another courtesy. "And I forgot to tell you, Miss Milly, the master wants you this minute."
So Milly, in mute haste, withdrew, followed closely by L"Amour.
CHAPTER x.x.xVII
_DOCTOR BRYERLY EMERGES_
When Milly joined me at breakfast, her eyes were red and swollen. She was still sniffing with that little sobbing hiccough, which betrays, even were there no other signs, recent violent weeping. She sat down quite silent.
"Is he worse, Milly?" I enquired, anxiously.
"No, nothing"s wrong wi" him; he"s right well," said Milly, fiercely.
"What"s the matter then, Milly dear?"
"The poisonous old witch! "Twas just to tell the Gov"nor how I"d said "twas Cormoran that came by the po"shay last night."
"And who is Cormoran?" I enquired.
"Ay, there it is; I"d like to tell, and you want to hear--and I just daren"t, for he"ll send me off right to a French school--hang it--hang them all!--if I do."
"And why should Uncle Silas care?" said I, a good deal surprised.
"They"re a-tellin" lies."
"Who?" said I.
"L"Amour--that"s who. So soon as she made her complaint of me, the Gov"nor asked her, sharp enough, did anyone come last night, or a po"shay; and she was ready to swear there was no one. Are ye quite sure, Maud, you really did see aught, or "appen "twas all a dream?"
"It was no dream, Milly; so sure as you are there, I saw exactly what I told you," I replied.
"Gov"nor won"t believe it anyhow; and he"s right mad wi" me; and he threatens me he"ll have me off to France; I wish "twas under the sea. I hate France--I do--like the devil. Don"t you? They"re always a-threatening me wi" France, if I dare say a word more about the po"shay, or--or anyone."
I really was curious about Cormoran; but Cormoran was not to be defined to me by Milly; nor did she, in reality, know more than I respecting the arrival of the night before.
One day I was surprised to see Doctor Bryerly on the stairs. I was standing in a dark gallery as he walked across the floor of the lobby to my uncle"s door, his hat on, and some papers in his hand.
He did not see me; and when he had entered Uncle Silas"s door, I went down and found Milly awaiting me in the hall.
"So Doctor Bryerly is here," I said.
"That"s the thin fellow, wi" the sharp look, and the shiny black coat, that went up just now?" asked Milly.
"Yes, he"s gone into your papa"s room," said I.
""Appen "twas he come "tother night. He may be staying here, though we see him seldom, for it"s a barrack of a house--it is."
The same thought had struck me for a moment, but was dismissed immediately.
It certainly was _not_ Doctor Bryerly"s figure which I had seen.
So, without any new light gathered from this apparition, we went on our way, and made our little sketch of the ruined bridge. We found the gate locked as before; and, as Milly could not persuade me to climb it, we got round the paling by the river"s bank.
While at our drawing, we saw the swarthy face, sooty locks, and old weather-stained red coat of Zamiel, who was glowering malignly at us from among the trunks of the forest trees, and standing motionless as a monumental figure in the side aisle of a cathedral. When we looked again he was gone.
Although it was a fine mild day for the wintry season, we yet, cloaked as we were, could not pursue so still an occupation as sketching for more than ten or fifteen minutes. As we returned, in pa.s.sing a clump of trees, we heard a sudden outbreak of voices, angry and expostulatory; and saw, under the trees, the savage old Zamiel strike his daughter with his stick two great blows, one of which was across the head. "Beauty" ran only a short distance away, while the swart old wood-demon stumped l.u.s.tily after her, cursing and brandishing his cudgel.
My blood boiled. I was so shocked that for a moment I could not speak; but in a moment more I screamed--
"You brute! How dare you strike the poor girl?"
She had only run a few steps, and turned about confronting him and us, her eyes gleaming fire, her features pale and quivering to suppress a burst of weeping. Two little rivulets of blood were trickling over her temple.
"I say, fayther, look at that," she said, with a strange tremulous smile, lifting her hand, which was smeared with blood.
Perhaps he was ashamed, and the more enraged on that account, for he growled another curse, and started afresh to reach her, whirling his stick in the air. Our voices, however, arrested him.
"My uncle shall hear of your brutality. The poor girl!"
"Strike him, Meg, if he does it again; and pitch his leg into the river to-night, when he"s asleep."
"I"d serve _you_ the same;" and out came an oath. "You"d have her lick her fayther, would ye? Look out!"
And he wagged his head with a scowl at Milly, and a flourish of his cudgel.
"Be quiet, Milly," I whispered, for Milly was preparing for battle; and I again addressed him with the a.s.surance that, on reaching home, I would tell my uncle how he had treated the poor girl.
""Tis you she may thank for"t, a wheedling o" her to open that gate," he snarled.
"That"s a lie; we went round by the brook," cried Milly.
I did not think proper to discuss the matter with him; and looking very angry, and, I thought, a little put out, he jerked and swayed himself out of sight. I merely repeated my promise of informing my uncle as he went, to which, over his shoulder, he bawled--
"Silas won"t mind ye _that_;" snapping his h.o.r.n.y finger and thumb.
The girl remained where she had stood, wiping the blood off roughly with the palm of her hand, and looking at it before she rubbed it on her ap.r.o.n.
"My poor girl," I said, "you must not cry. I"ll speak to my uncle about you."
But she was not crying. She raised her head, and looked at us a little askance, with a sullen contempt, I thought.
"And you must have these apples--won"t you?" We had brought in our basket two or three of those splendid apples for which Bartram was famous.
I hesitated to go near her, these Hawkeses, Beauty and Pegtop, were such savages. So I rolled the apples gently along the ground to her feet.
She continued to look doggedly at us with the same expression, and kicked away the apples sullenly that approached her feet. Then, wiping her temple and forehead in her ap.r.o.n, without a word, she turned and walked slowly away.