"Did you hear anything fall? At what time?"
"Just when the clock struck two."
She could not explain, and when the meal was done went silently about her household work, the boy a.s.sisting her, for he hated going afield on the farms, and she indulged his reluctance. Between eleven and twelve the garden-gate clicked, and she lifted her eyes to the window. At the bottom of the garden, within the gate, stood the woman of her vision.
Rhoda seemed transfixed.
"Ah, she said she would come!" exclaimed the boy, also observing her.
"Said so--when? How does she know us?"
"I have seen and spoken to her. I talked to her yesterday."
"I told you," said the mother, flushing indignantly, "never to speak to anybody in that house, or go near the place."
"I did not speak to her till she spoke to me. And I did not go near the place. I met her in the road."
"What did you tell her?"
"Nothing. She said, "Are you the poor boy who had to bring the heavy load from market?" And she looked at my boots, and said they would not keep my feet dry if it came on wet, because they were so cracked. I told her I lived with my mother, and we had enough to do to keep ourselves, and that"s how it was; and she said then, "I"ll come and bring you some better boots, and see your mother." She gives away things to other folks in the meads besides us."
Mrs. Lodge was by this time close to the door--not in her silk, as Rhoda had seen her in the bed-chamber, but in a morning hat, and gown of common light material, which became her better than silk. On her arm she carried a basket.
The impression remaining from the night"s experience was still strong.
Brook had almost expected to see the wrinkles, the scorn, and the cruelty on her visitor"s face.
She would have escaped an interview, had escape been possible. There was, however, no backdoor to the cottage, and in an instant the boy had lifted the latch to Mrs. Lodge"s gentle knock.
"I see I have come to the right house," said she, glancing at the lad, and smiling. "But I was not sure till you opened the door."
The figure and action were those of the phantom; but her voice was so indescribably sweet, her glance so winning, her smile so tender, so unlike that of Rhoda"s midnight visitant, that the latter could hardly believe the evidence of her senses. She was truly glad that she had not hidden away in sheer aversion, as she had been inclined to do. In her basket Mrs. Lodge brought the pair of boots that she had promised to the boy, and other useful articles.
At these proofs of a kindly feeling towards her and hers Rhoda"s heart reproached her bitterly. This innocent young thing should have her blessing and not her curse. When she left them a light seemed gone from the dwelling. Two days later she came again to know if the boots fitted; and less than a fortnight after that paid Rhoda another call. On this occasion the boy was absent.
"I walk a good deal," said Mrs. Lodge, "and your house is the nearest outside our own parish. I hope you are well. You don"t look quite well."
Rhoda said she was well enough; and, indeed, though the paler of the two, there was more of the strength that endures in her well-defined features and large frame, than in the soft-cheeked young woman before her. The conversation became quite confidential as regarded their powers and weaknesses; and when Mrs. Lodge was leaving, Rhoda said, "I hope you will find this air agree with you, ma"am, and not suffer from the damp of the water-meads."
The younger one replied that there was not much doubt of it, her general health being usually good. "Though, now you remind me," she added, "I have one little ailment which puzzles me. It is nothing serious, but I cannot make it out."
She uncovered her left hand and arm; and their outline confronted Rhoda"s gaze as the exact original of the limb she had beheld and seized in her dream. Upon the pink round surface of the arm were faint marks of an unhealthy colour, as if produced by a rough grasp. Rhoda"s eyes became riveted on the discolorations; she fancied that she discerned in them the shape of her own four fingers.
"How did it happen?" she said mechanically.
"I cannot tell," replied Mrs. Lodge, shaking her head. "One night when I was sound asleep, dreaming I was away in some strange place, a pain suddenly shot into my arm there, and was so keen as to awaken me. I must have struck it in the daytime, I suppose, though I don"t remember doing so." She added, laughing, "I tell my dear husband that it looks just as if he had flown into a rage and struck me there. O, I daresay it will soon disappear."
"Ha, ha! Yes . . . On what night did it come?"
Mrs. Lodge considered, and said it would be a fortnight ago on the morrow. "When I awoke I could not remember where I was," she added, "till the clock striking two reminded me."
She had named the night and the hour of Rhoda"s spectral encounter, and Brook felt like a guilty thing. The artless disclosure startled her; she did not reason on the freaks of coincidence; and all the scenery of that ghastly night returned with double vividness to her mind.
"O, can it be," she said to herself, when her visitor had departed, "that I exercise a malignant power over people against my own will?" She knew that she had been slily called a witch since her fall; but never having understood why that particular stigma had been attached to her, it had pa.s.sed disregarded. Could this be the explanation, and had such things as this ever happened before?
CHAPTER IV--A SUGGESTION
The summer drew on, and Rhoda Brook almost dreaded to meet Mrs. Lodge again, notwithstanding that her feeling for the young wife amounted well- nigh to affection. Something in her own individuality seemed to convict Rhoda of crime. Yet a fatality sometimes would direct the steps of the latter to the outskirts of Holmstoke whenever she left her house for any other purpose than her daily work; and hence it happened that their next encounter was out of doors. Rhoda could not avoid the subject which had so mystified her, and after the first few words she stammered, "I hope your--arm is well again, ma"am?" She had perceived with consternation that Gertrude Lodge carried her left arm stiffly.
"No; it is not quite well. Indeed it is no better at all; it is rather worse. It pains me dreadfully sometimes."
"Perhaps you had better go to a doctor, ma"am."
She replied that she had already seen a doctor. Her husband had insisted upon her going to one. But the surgeon had not seemed to understand the afflicted limb at all; he had told her to bathe it in hot water, and she had bathed it, but the treatment had done no good.
"Will you let me see it?" said the milkwoman.
Mrs. Lodge pushed up her sleeve and disclosed the place, which was a few inches above the wrist. As soon as Rhoda Brook saw it, she could hardly preserve her composure. There was nothing of the nature of a wound, but the arm at that point had a shrivelled look, and the outline of the four fingers appeared more distinct than at the former time. Moreover, she fancied that they were imprinted in precisely the relative position of her clutch upon the arm in the trance; the first finger towards Gertrude"s wrist, and the fourth towards her elbow.
What the impress resembled seemed to have struck Gertrude herself since their last meeting. "It looks almost like finger-marks," she said; adding with a faint laugh, "my husband says it is as if some witch, or the devil himself, had taken hold of me there, and blasted the flesh."
Rhoda shivered. "That"s fancy," she said hurriedly. "I wouldn"t mind it, if I were you."
"I shouldn"t so much mind it," said the younger, with hesitation, "if--if I hadn"t a notion that it makes my husband--dislike me--no, love me less.
Men think so much of personal appearance."
"Some do--he for one."
"Yes; and he was very proud of mine, at first."
"Keep your arm covered from his sight."
"Ah--he knows the disfigurement is there!" She tried to hide the tears that filled her eyes.
"Well, ma"am, I earnestly hope it will go away soon."
And so the milkwoman"s mind was chained anew to the subject by a horrid sort of spell as she returned home. The sense of having been guilty of an act of malignity increased, affect as she might to ridicule her superst.i.tion. In her secret heart Rhoda did not altogether object to a slight diminution of her successor"s beauty, by whatever means it had come about; but she did not wish to inflict upon her physical pain. For though this pretty young woman had rendered impossible any reparation which Lodge might have made Rhoda for his past conduct, everything like resentment at the unconscious usurpation had quite pa.s.sed away from the elder"s mind.
If the sweet and kindly Gertrude Lodge only knew of the scene in the bed- chamber, what would she think? Not to inform her of it seemed treachery in the presence of her friendliness; but tell she could not of her own accord--neither could she devise a remedy.
She mused upon the matter the greater part of the night; and the next day, after the morning milking, set out to obtain another glimpse of Gertrude Lodge if she could, being held to her by a gruesome fascination.
By watching the house from a distance the milkmaid was presently able to discern the farmer"s wife in a ride she was taking alone--probably to join her husband in some distant field. Mrs. Lodge perceived her, and cantered in her direction.
"Good morning, Rhoda!" Gertrude said, when she had come up. "I was going to call."
Rhoda noticed that Mrs. Lodge held the reins with some difficulty.