Then he sketched it, as it were, with a few light but glowing words.
"What a sweet scene!" said Cousin Monica: "only think of her never bringing me through it. She reserves it, I fancy, for her romantic adventures; and you, I know, are very benevolent, Ilbury, and all that kind of thing; but I am not quite certain that you would have walked along that narrow parapet, over a river, to visit a sick old woman, if you had not happened to see two very pretty demoiselles on the other side."
"What an ill-natured speech! I must either forfeit my character for disinterested benevolence, so justly admired, or disavow a motive that does such infinite credit to my taste," exclaimed Mr. Carysbroke. "I think a charitable person would have said that a philanthropist, in prosecuting his virtuous, but perilous vocation, was unexpectedly _rewarded_ by a vision of angels."
"And with these angels loitered away the time which ought to have been devoted to good Mother Hubbard, in her fit of lumbago, and returned without having set eyes on that afflicted Christian, to amaze his worthy sister with poetic babblings about wood-nymphs and such pagan impieties," rejoined Lady Knollys.
"Well, be just," he replied, laughing; "did not I go next day and see the patient?"
"Yes; next day you went by the same route--in quest of the dryads, I am afraid--and were rewarded by the spectacle of Mother Hubbard."
"Will n.o.body help a humane man in difficulties?" Mr. Carysbroke appealed.
"I do believe," said the lady whom as yet I knew only as Mary, "that every word that Monica says is perfectly true."
"And if it be so, am I not all the more in need of help? Truth is simply the most dangerous kind of defamation, and I really think I"m most cruelly persecuted."
At this moment dinner was announced, and a meek and dapper little clergyman, with smooth pink cheeks, and tresses parted down the middle, whom I had not seen before, emerged from shadow.
This little man was a.s.signed to Milly, Mr. Carysbroke to me, and I know not how the remaining ladies divided the doctor between them.
That dinner, the first at Elverston, I remember as a very pleasant repast.
Everyone talked--it was impossible that conversation should flag where Lady Knollys was; and Mr. Carysbroke was very agreeable and amusing. At the other side of the table, the little pink curate, I was happy to see, was prattling away, with a modest fluency, in an under-tone to Milly, who was following my instructions most conscientiously, and speaking in so low a key that I could hardly hear at the opposite side one word she was saying.
That night Cousin Monica paid us a visit, as we sat chatting by the fire in our room; and I told her--
"I have just been telling Milly what an impression she has made. The pretty little clergyman--_il en est epris_--he has evidently quite lost his heart to her. I dare say he"ll preach next Sunday on some of King Solomon"s wise sayings about the irresistible strength of women."
"Yes," said Lady Knollys," or maybe on the sensible text, "Whoso findeth a wife findeth a good thing, and obtaineth favour," and so forth. At all events, I may say, Milly, whoso findeth a husband such as he, findeth a tolerably good thing. He is an exemplary little creature, second son of Sir Harry Biddlepen, with a little independent income of his own, beside his church revenues of ninety pounds a year; and I don"t think a more harmless and docile little husband could be found anywhere; and I think, Miss Maud, _you_ seemed a good deal interested, too."
I laughed and blushed, I suppose; and Cousin Monica, skipping after her wont to quite another matter, said in her odd frank way--
"And how has Silas been?--not cross, I hope, or very odd. There was a rumour that your brother, Dudley, had gone a soldiering to India, Milly, or somewhere; but that was all a story, for he has turned up, just as usual.
And what does he mean to do with himself? He has got some money now--your poor father"s will, Maud. Surely he doesn"t mean to go on lounging and smoking away his life among poachers, and prize-fighters, and worse people.
He ought to go to Australia, like Thomas Swain, who, they say, is making a fortune--a great fortune--and coming home again. That"s what your brother Dudley should do, if he has either sense or spirit; but I suppose he won"t--too long abandoned to idleness and low company--and he"ll not have a shilling left in a year or two. Does he know, I wonder, that his father has served a notice or something on Dr. Bryerly, telling him to pay sixteen hundred pounds of poor Austin"s legacy to _him_, and saying that he has paid debts of the young man, and holds his acknowledgments to that amount?
He won"t have a guinea in a year if he stays here. I"d give fifty pounds he was in Van Diemen"s Land--not that I care for the cub, Milly, any more than you do; but I really don"t see any honest business he has in England."
Milly gaped in a total puzzle as Lady Knollys rattled on.
"You know, Milly, you must not be talking about this when you go home to Bartram, because Silas would prevent your coming to me any more if he thought I spoke so freely; but I can"t help it: so you must promise to be more discreet than I. And I am told that all kinds of claims are about to be pressed against him, now that he is thought to have got some money; and he has been cutting down oak and selling the bark, Doctor Bryerly has been told, in that Windmill Wood; and he has kilns there for burning charcoal, and got a man from Lancashire who understands it--Hawk, or something like that."
"Ay, Hawkes--d.i.c.kon Hawkes; that"s Pegtop, you know, Maud," said Milly.
"Well, I dare say; but a man of very bad character, Dr. Bryerly says; and he has written to Mr. Danvers about it--for that is what they call waste, cutting down and selling the timber, and the oakbark, and burning the willows, and other trees that are turned into charcoal. It is all _waste_, and Dr. Bryerly is about to put a stop to it."
"Has he got your carriage for you, Maud, and your horses?" asked Cousin Monica, suddenly.
"They have not come yet, but in a few weeks, Dudley says, positively--"
Cousin Monica laughed a little and shook her head.
"Yes, Maud, the carriage and horses will always be coming in a few weeks, till the time is over; and meanwhile the old travelling chariot and post-horses will do very well;" and she laughed a little again.
"That"s why the stile"s pulled away at the paling, I suppose; and Beauty--Meg Hawkes, that is--is put there to stop us going through; for I often spied the smoke beyond the windmill," observed Milly.
Cousin Monica listened with interest, and nodded silently.
I was very much shocked. It seemed to me quite incredible. I think Lady Knollys read my amazement and my exalted estimate of the heinousness of the procedure in my face, for she said--
"You know we can"t quite condemn Silas till we have heard what he has to say. He may have done it in ignorance; or, it is just possible, he may have the right."
"Quite true. He may have the right to cut down trees at Bartram-Haugh. At all events, I am sure he thinks he has," I echoed.
The fact was, that I would not avow to myself a suspicion of Uncle Silas.
Any falsehood there opened an abyss beneath my feet into which I dared not look.
"And now, dear girls, good-night. You must be tired. We breakfast at a quarter past nine--not too early for you, I know."
And so saying, she kissed us, smiling, and was gone.
I was so unpleasantly occupied, for some time after her departure, with the knaveries said to be practised among the dense cover of the Windmill Wood, that I did not immediately recollect that we had omitted to ask her any particulars about her guests.
"Who can Mary be?" asked Milly.
"Cousin Monica says she"s engaged to be married, and I think I heard the Doctor call her _Lady_ Mary, and I intended asking her ever so much about her; but what she told us about cutting down the trees, and all that, quite put it out of my head. We shall have time enough to-morrow, however, to ask questions. I like her very much, I know."
"And I think," said Milly, "it is to Mr. Carysbroke she"s to be married."
"Do you?" said I, remembering that he had sat beside her for more than a quarter of an hour after tea in very close and low-toned conversation; "and have you any particular reason?" I asked.
"Well, I heard her once or twice call him "dear," and she called him his Christian name, just like Lady Knollys did--Ilbury, I think--and I saw him gi" her a sly kiss as she was going up-stairs."
I laughed.
"Well, Milly," I said, "I remarked something myself, I thought, like confidential relations; but if you really saw them kiss on the staircase, the question is pretty well settled."
"Ay, la.s.s."
"You"re not to say _la.s.s_."
"Well, _Maud, then_. I did see them with the corner of my eye, and my back turned, when they did not think I could spy anything, as plain as I see you now."
I laughed again; but I felt an odd pang--something of mortification--something of regret; but I smiled very gaily, as I stood before the gla.s.s, un-making my toilet preparatory to bed.
"Maud--Maud--fickle Maud!--What, Captain Oakley already superseded! and Mr.
Carysbroke--oh! humiliation--engaged." So I smiled on, very much vexed; and being afraid lest I had listened with too apparent an interest to this impostor, I sang a verse of a gay little chanson, and tried to think of Captain Oakley, who somehow had become rather silly.