"I should say that if things had happened to them to make them feel as if they"d been out a week when they had been out only two days----"
"A heavy rain, for instance? In that case we should be deceived--perhaps. But in the case of a human being those heavy rains sometimes only mature without fading---- h.e.l.lo,----what"s this?"
A small and very ragged boy had emerged suddenly from a meadow gateway, his face convulsed with pain and fright. He nursed one hand in the other and the colour had deserted his round cheek, leaving it pallid under its freckles. The only house nearby was an abandoned one and there were no others for some distance in either direction.
Mr. Jefferson stopped his horse. "Does it hurt badly, lad?" he asked in the friendliest of tones, which yet had a bracing quality. "Don"t you want to let me see if I can help it?"
The boy stood still, tears silently making their way down his face.
Giving the reins to Georgiana, Mr. Jefferson jumped out and gently examined the small hand, the middle finger of which, as the onlooker could plainly see, was badly distorted and somewhat swollen. The skin, however, did not seem to be broken.
"We can make that more comfortable right away," the man promised the little boy. "Sit down on the gra.s.s for a minute or two, laddie, while I find something I want."
He pulled out a handkerchief, as yet folded and fresh from its ironing, and handed it to Georgiana. "Will you tear that into strips an inch wide, please, while I take a look back here for a bit of wood?" and he disappeared down the road, while Georgiana with the aid of her strong white teeth tore the fine linen as he had bidden, and spoke comfortingly to the little fellow, who seemed glad enough to have fallen into friendly hands.
When he shortly returned Mr. Jefferson was rapidly cutting and whittling a stick into a little splint, which he then wound carefully with a strip of the handkerchief until it was covered from view. Then he took the injured hand in his own capable ones--his a.s.sistant had often noted those hands--and said quietly, "I"m going to hurt you just a minute, little man, but you"ll be all right, so be game," and in two deft motions he had pulled and twisted the broken finger, and had set it straight as the others, with but one sharp outcry from the owner. In less time than it can be told in, the set finger was bound securely with its neighbouring finger to the padded splint, and the whole neatly bandaged with the torn linen, the entire procedure accomplished with the rapidity and skill of the practised hand. No amateur surgery this, as Georgiana understood well enough.
"There," said Mr. Jefferson, drawing forth another handkerchief as spotless as the first--she wondered if he went always thus provided against emergency--and improvising a little sling in which the bandaged hand swung comfortably, "I think you"ll do. Rest a bit and then go home, and tell your mother not to touch that finger for three weeks. By that time it will be as good as new, only be careful with it when you first use it. Good-bye, laddie, and better luck next time."
Georgiana saw the uninjured hand of the boy close over something bright as the man"s hand left it, and heard a low sound which might have been almost anything indicative of surprise and joy. Then the black horse was moving on, and Mr. Jefferson was saying: "Weren"t we talking about apple blossoms?"
"We had finished with them, I think," Georgiana replied, wondering if he really were going to offer no explanation of the hint of mystery which had been about him ever since her work with him had begun.
But he did not offer any, only went on with the pleasant talk with which he had all along beguiled the way. Georgiana was recognizing this afternoon, more than she had yet done, what a well-stored mind was possessed by this una.s.suming man, whose manner and speech yet did not lack that quality of quiet a.s.surance which is the product only of genuine knowledge and experience.
The black horse was within a mile of home, pa.s.sing through the last stretch of woodland which would justify the walking pace, in which, greatly to his astonishment, he was being allowed to indulge at all such points, when a motor car, slowing down beside him, caused him to lay back his ears in displeasure.
Georgiana, turning, beheld the handsome, eager face of Miles Channing as he leaned toward her, his hand hushing his engine as he spoke.
"Miss Warne--Mr. Jefferson--forgive me for stopping you! I should have gone on and waited for you if I had been sure you were on your way home.
But I"m a messenger from the Croftons; they beg you to let me bring you back with me to-night." His eyes rested on Georgiana.
"To-night? Is anybody ill?"
"Oh, no, no; nothing like that. It"s for quite a different reason they want you; only I"m to ask you not to question me. You"re to come on faith, if you will. And they"ll agree to have you back in the morning by breakfast-time, if you insist."
Georgiana looked puzzled, but, being human, she was naturally interested and attracted by this mysterious plan. "It"s very odd," she mused, "but if father can spare me----"
"I will undertake to see that your father is not lonely this evening,"
said Mr. Jefferson"s quiet voice at her side. "And please don"t bother about to-morrow morning or to-morrow at all, if you would like to be away."
"If Mr. Jefferson wouldn"t object----" began Channing; but Mr. Jefferson antic.i.p.ated him.
"Please don"t hesitate to go on with Mr. Channing, if you would like to gain a little time," he suggested to his companion. "He will have you at home before I can reach the bend in the road."
Georgiana looked round at him. "I prefer to finish one ride before I begin another," she declared, smiling. "It"s only a mile, Mr. Channing; we shall be there nearly as soon as you. Please go on."
It thus came about ten minutes later that James Stuart, walking up to his home from a field where he had been superintending an interesting new departure in cultivation, caught sight first of a now-familiar roadster of aristocratic lines whose appearance thereabouts had become most unwelcome, and shortly thereafter of a less pretentious vehicle, being rapidly drawn by a still more familiar black horse, and occupied by two people whom it gave Stuart no acute pleasure to see together.
"Well, I should say George was displaying her admirers in great shape this afternoon," he said gloomily to himself. "It"s a wonder I"m not trailing on behind with a wheelbarrow. But I vow I"d like to know since when her contract with Jefferson has taken them out into the country--and in working hours, too!"
Afterward it was all rather a strange memory to Georgiana when she recalled it. She had flown about to prepare the appetizing early supper with which she was accustomed to serve her small family, and to which she now added a delicacy or two on account of its seeming the natural thing to ask Mr. Miles Channing to remain rather than to allow him to go to the small village hotel. Then she had cleared her table and left the after-work to the neighbour who was to come to the rescue as before. She had dressed with hurried fingers for the trip, and had driven away with a devoted escort who spared no pains to make her feel that he was exceedingly pleased at the success of his mission.
There was no place in her memory for something she did not see nor would have thought of imagining significant if she had seen it. When she left the house Mr. Jefferson was in his room, searching for a book from which to read aloud to his self-a.s.sumed charge of the evening. When he heard Georgiana"s blithe cry of farewell to her father in the doorway below, he left the bookcase and went with a quick step to the window. He watched the car driven by Mr. Channing out of sight down the road; then he descended to the garden, pipe in hand. Before he returned to the house to take his place by the evening lamp and begin the reading to the gentle invalid stretched on the couch, he had covered many furlongs up and down the straggling pathways and had consumed much more than his usual quota of choice tobacco. And though all about him had been the May environment at its loveliest, through all his marching up and down he had never once looked up.
Miles away, and ever more miles away, Georgiana had flown like the wind in the swift car under its skilfully guiding hand. The drive was a blurred impression of slowly gathering rosy twilight, of the odour of the apple blossoms--somehow a different and more seductive fragrance than it had been in the sunlit afternoon--and always there was the sense of there being beside her a presence which disturbed. Channing"s low laugh, his vibrant voice in her ear, the things he said, half serious, half earnest, always full of an only slightly veiled intent--the girl who had spent so many days of her life in hard study or harder housewifery could do no less than yield herself for the hour to the pulse-quickening charm of it and forget everything else.
Just as twilight settled into dusk and for the first time the headlights of the car came on with a long reach like a golden ribbon along the road, Channing, suddenly slowing down, a few miles out of the city, began a rapid speech on a subject so unexpected that it fairly took his hearer"s breath away.
"It"s not fair of me to tell you, but I"ve simply got to get in the first word. You must pretend you haven"t heard it, but if there"s any persuading to be done I want my share, and want it first. Your cousins are going to invite you to sail with them next week for a summer in England after a fortnight in Paris--Paris in June! You don"t know what that means; you can"t even imagine it. I can--I know it--don"t I know it!" He laughed softly. "Since they"re to be away and won"t need her they"ll send down their housekeeper--the most competent person in the world--to stay with your father and make him absolutely comfortable, so you don"t have to hesitate on that score."
"It"s perfectly wonderful, but"--Georgiana was staring at him through the dusk--"but--oh, I couldn"t, Mr. Channing! how could I? Father is so feeble; something might happen."
"Not in summer. Things don"t happen to elderly people in summer. It"s in winter--pneumonia and things like that. And don"t you know he"d be delighted to have you go? He wouldn"t let you miss such a chance; I know him already well enough for that."
"But, you see, I"m engaged to work for Mr. Jefferson----"
"Well, he"ll be all right; he"s a traveled man himself; anybody can see that. He wouldn"t stand in the way of your good, not for a moment; of course he wouldn"t. He"d urge you to go. Why, there"s nothing else for you to do. Think of the glorious summer we"ll have--glorious! Why, I----"
"What do you mean? I don"t understand." Georgiana felt her cheeks grow scarlet in the darkness.
"Mean? What could I mean? Why, I"m going, too, of course. Sailing when you do. Invited to spend a month in Devon with the Croftons--and you."
His voice sank lower. "And that fortnight in Paris--oh, I"ll be in Paris, too, no doubt of that! I"ll show you what Paris is like on a June evening. Do you think I"d want to send you out of this country if I weren"t going, too? Not I--Georgiana!"
CHAPTER XV
"GREAT LUCK!"
"Father Davy, are you sure, _sure_?" begged his daughter.
"Sure that I want you to go, daughter? Very sure. What sort of father should I be if I were willing to deny you this great pleasure merely to insure my own comfort? And I shall be comfortable. Why should I not be, with the good Mrs. Perkins to look after me, and our fine friend Mr.
Jefferson to bear me company in the evenings, as often as he can? And with James Stuart, who is like a son--and with your letters arriving with every foreign mail? Dismiss these fears, my dear, and take your happy chance to see something of the Old World. Many a delightful evening will we have together next winter, you and I, over the photographs you will bring back, while you discourse to me of your adventures."
Thus Mr. David Warne in his most rea.s.suring manner, while his daughter studied his delicate, pallid face, her heart smiting her for being willing to leave him to the loneliness she knew, in spite of all his protests, he would suffer in her absence. And yet opportunities like this one did not occur everyday, might not come again in her lifetime.
And everybody was conspiring to make it possible for her.
"It goes without saying," Mr. Jefferson had told her at once, "that all other engagements should be cancelled in the face of such an invitation as this. We will all look after your father for you. And as far as your work with me is concerned, don"t give it another thought. I shall make rather slower progress without you, of course, but when you return we will take great strides and complete it well within the limit I have set. So go by all means, and good luck!"
As for James McKenzie Stuart, his words of persuasion seemed to be tempered by various other emotions than those of unselfish desire for Georgiana"s pleasure.
"Of course it"s great, and there"s no doubt that you must go," he said.
He was sitting upon the rear porch of the manse, looking off toward Georgiana"s garden, on the second evening after her return from the hurried drive to the Croftons". "I"ll do all I can for your father, of course. But don"t ask me to console the book-writer."
Georgiana laughed merrily. "He"ll not need any consolation, Jimps. Nor you either. Jeannette told me to tell you that she"d write to you once a fortnight--if you"d answer."