In the darkness of the summer midnight Georgiana descended from the "owl" train, the only pa.s.senger, as it happened, to alight at the small station. She had hoped to slip away un.o.bserved for the half-mile walk home, but the station master was too quick for her. He was a young station master, and he had known Georgiana Warne all his life--from afar.
"Well, I certainly did think I"d seen a ghost," said he, confronting her. "I thought you"d gone to Europe. Get a message to come back? Your father ain"t took sick, has he?"
"No, I hope not. I--something happened to make it best for me to come back."
"Well, that"s too bad, sure," said he, curiously regarding her. "Say, wait five minutes and I"ll walk down the road with you. It"s pretty late for you to be out alone."
"Thank you, Mr. Parker; I don"t mind a bit, and I"m anxious to get on.
I"ve only this small bag to carry, and it"s bright moonlight. No, truly, please don"t come. Good-night, and thank you."
Could this really be herself, Georgiana Warne, she wondered, as she made her escape and walked rapidly away down the road under the high arches of the elms. How had it come about? Why was she here, she who had expected to be out on the first reaches of the great deep when midnight came this night? As she pa.s.sed silent house after silent house, familiar and yet somehow strangely unfamiliar in the light of what might have been, it was hard enough to realize that she had had this wonderful chance to stay away for two happy months from the sober little old place, and had herself relinquished it.
Before she knew it she was nearing her home, the old white house standing square and stern in the moonlight--she had been seeing it all the way in the train. She loved it dearly, no doubt of that, but it had been no attack of homesickness which had brought her back to it.
As she came up the path she saw, past the sweeping branches of the great trees which surrounded the house, that Mr. Jefferson"s windows were still alight. This was no surprise, for she knew he had often worked till late hours before she began to help him; and it looked as if, now that he had to continue alone, he meant to keep up the rate of advance by working overtime.
Georgiana stole upon the porch and tried the door. It was bolted as usual. She slipped around the house, and tried the side and rear doors in turn, to find them fast. She had had no plan as to how to make an undisturbing entrance at this hour, but had counted on being able to discover some unguarded point. She and her father had never been careful as to thorough locking of the house in a neighbourhood where thefts were almost unknown, but evidently their boarder, accustomed to city ways and chances of trouble, had taken pains to make all fast.
There seemed to be only one thing to do, and Georgiana did it. After all, it was probably better that somebody should know of her return, in case she had to go about the house and make any betraying sounds. She stooped to the gravel path, and scooping up a handful of pebbles flung them up at one of the lighted windows, where they rattled like small bird shot upon the wire netting of the screen.
It took a second fusillade before the absorbed worker within was attracted and appeared at the window, a black figure against the yellow radiance of the oil lamp.
"It"s some one who belongs here," Georgiana called softly. "Please come down very quietly and let me in."
"Wait a minute," returned the voice above.
In less than that minute the door swung softly open, and the tall figure, clad in loose shirt and trousers, the former open at the neck and revealing a st.u.r.dy throat, stood before the applicant for admission.
There was no light upon Georgiana, for the moonlit yard was behind her.
"What can I do for you?" Mr. Jefferson was beginning in a pleasant tone, as of one not at all disturbed by being summoned at this hour, when a voice he had heard many times before said, with an odd thrill in it, as if it struggled between tears and laughter:
"You can let me in and try not to consider me an idiot. I got my father on my mind and couldn"t sail, so I came back. That"s absolutely all there is of it."
"My dear girl!" Mr. Jefferson put forth a hand and took hers, as he came out upon the porch. "Of course, I beg your pardon," he added, releasing her hand after one strong pressure, "if you consider that my rather natural surprise isn"t apology enough. But--you can"t mean that the ship--and the party--have sailed without you?"
"Just that. Is--is my father as well as he was this morning?"
"He was quite as well, apparently, at bedtime. The heat has been trying, but he has borne it without complaint."
"I don"t know what I expected," confessed Georgiana rather faintly; "but I don"t think I expected that. I"m very thankful. I"ll come in and slip upstairs. Thank you for coming down."
She would stay for no more; it seemed to her that she could bear no further explanations to-night. As if he understood her, Mr. Jefferson was silent as he followed her in, bolted the heavy door, and took from her the handbag she carried. He deposited this at the door of her room upstairs, and spoke under his breath in the darkness relieved only by the rays which shone from the open door of his own room at the front of the hall:
"Good-night--and welcome back!"
It was almost daylight when she fell asleep, and she wakened again at the first sound of Mrs. Perkins"s footsteps in the kitchen below her.
She dressed slowly, her heart heavy with the sense of having made a probably needless sacrifice. With the waking in the familiar old room, all the realization of that which she had lost had come heavily upon her. Why was not the sunlight pouring in through portholes, bearing the refreshing breezes from the sea, instead of beating in over the hot tin roof of the ell upon which her windows looked? Was it merely as Aunt Olivia had warned her, the hysteria of the inexperienced traveler? Why had she not at least accepted Miles Channing"s eminently reasonable suggestion that she make the voyage, giving her emotions time to cool?
At the longest, if she made an immediate return, she would have been absent but little more than a fortnight.
But she dressed with unusual care none the less, and when she descended the back stairs she was looking as fresh and trim as ever in her life.
She encountered the good Mrs. Perkins in the kitchen and had it out with her, receiving the first encouragement she had felt that somebody would think her rational in her return.
"Well, I must say," declared that lady, standing still, as if she had been struck, in an att.i.tude of astonishment, "while I"m more than sorry for you to lose your trip, Georgie, I shall feel safer now you"re back.
Your father cert"nly does look awful peaked to me and kind of weak-like, more so than I ever noticed before. Perhaps it"s just because I felt the responsibility settlin" down on my shoulders the minute you was out of the house. And I guess he was goin" to miss you pretty awful much; though, of course, he wouldn"t say so."
Georgiana took in her father"s tray when it was ready, quite as usual, her heart beating fast as she entered and beheld the white face against the propped-up pillows. After the first gasp of surprise she saw the unwonted colour flow into the pale cheeks.
"My dear, dear child," he said, as she set down the tray and flew to clasp him in her arms, "this is--this is almost more than I can grasp.
What has happened Is the sailing of your ship deferred?"
"My sailing on it is deferred," she told him. "I couldn"t leave you, Father Davy; that"s the simple truth. Your daughter is an infant-in-arms."
She did not try to make it clear to him; but let him guess the most of her reason for returning, and was rewarded by his fervent: "Well, dear, it was a very wonderful thing for you to do. But you should not have done it. You should have trusted the good Lord to take care of me, as I bade you. You must do it yet. We will arrange for you to follow your Uncle Thomas"s party on the next boat. I cannot have you lose so much just for me."
"It"s no use," she a.s.serted, her eyes studying the blue veins so clearly outlined on the fair forehead. "I"ve made my decision; I ought to have made it that way in the beginning. So long as you need me I shall not leave you."
At the breakfast table she met Mr. Jefferson. It was only twenty-four hours since she and he had breakfasted together, but somehow it seemed to Georgiana as if at least a week had gone by. Mr. Warne was seldom present at the first meal of the day, and it had come to seem very natural to Georgiana to sit down with her boarder and pour his coffee and talk with him. This morning, however, there was a curious constraint in the girl"s manner. After the first interchange of observations on the promise of even more extreme heat than on the preceding day and the possibilities of dress and diet to suit the trying conditions, the talk flagged.
"I am strongly tempted," said Mr. Jefferson, as he rose after making an unusually frugal meal of fruit and coffee, "to let up on work till there comes a change in the weather. I believe I shall try how it feels to idle a little. You surely will indorse that, Miss Warne, as far as you are concerned?"
"No," she said quickly, sure that this plan was the result of consideration for herself; "as far as I am concerned I should much prefer to work. I am sure you can give me something to do, even if you are not working yourself."
"Do you mean that? Then if you do, I shall be with you, though I think it would be good for you to rest. This last week has been pretty full for you, even though you haven"t been with me on the book."
She shook her head. "I want to go on with it," she insisted; and he agreed.
News in a small village travels fast, and Georgiana was fully prepared to have James Stuart appear with the first fall of dusk. He came through the hedge at the foot of the garden, and found her on the seat under the old apple tree which was her favourite resort. His greeting was full of the astonishment which had been his all day.
"My word, George, but I never would have believed this! How on earth did you come to do it?"
"I had to," she said simply and rather wearily. She had explained to at least twenty persons that day, as well as she could explain. She was not willing to confide to any one the incident of the flowers and the card which had brought about the impulse to return that had hardened so quickly into action. She had listened to all kinds of comments on the situation, some few sympathetic, but most of them curious and critical.
Many had said to her that they never would have believed Georgie Warne would ever change her mind about anything. Others had added that perhaps it was a good thing, since her father certainly was pretty feeble and n.o.body knew when he might take a turn for the worse. Altogether, it had not been a happy day for the object of the village interest.
Stuart sat down beside Georgiana on the old bench which bore his initials from one end to the other of it, the earliest ones hacked out during his small boyhood, the later more than once coupling Georgiana"s with his own. His hand, as he settled into place, rested on one of these very monograms.
"It seems like the natural thing to say I"m glad to see you back," he said slowly, "but--there"s a reason why I can"t say it at all."
"Then don"t dream of saying it." Georgiana leaned her head listlessly against the seamy old tree trunk behind her.
"It"s not that I wanted you to go; you know I was altogether too selfish for that," he went on. "But--something happened at the last that made me entirely reconciled to having you go. Can you guess what it was?"
"Possibly."
"But you can"t. Of course I was pretty well dashed at finding Channing booked for the trip. But--I got over that when--I made up my mind to come, too."
"To come, too!" The head resting against the tree trunk turned quickly.
"What _do_ you mean?"