With shawls over their heads they proceeded towards the back door.
"One minute before you go," interrupted Philip. "I--I haven"t confessed all."
"Then Heaven help us!" said Mrs. Hall, pushing to the door and clasping her hands in calm despair.
"We pa.s.sed through Evershead as we came," he continued, "and I just looked in at the "Sow-and-Acorn" to see if old Mike still kept on there as usual. The carrier had come in from Sherton Abbas at that moment, and guessing that I was bound for this place--for I think he knew me--he asked me to bring on a dressmaker"s parcel for Sally that was marked "immediate." My wife had walked on with the children. "Twas a flimsy parcel, and the paper was torn, and I found on looking at it that it was a thick warm gown. I didn"t wish you to see poor Helena in a shabby state. I was ashamed that you should--"twas not what she was born to. I untied the parcel in the road, took it on to her where she was waiting in the Lower Barn, and told her I had managed to get it for her, and that she was to ask no question. She, poor thing, must have supposed I obtained it on trust, through having reached a place where I was known, for she put it on gladly enough. She has it on now. Sally has other gowns, I daresay."
Sally looked at her mother, speechless.
"You have others, I daresay!" repeated Phil, with a sick man"s impatience. "I thought to myself, "Better Sally cry than Helena freeze."
Well, is the dress of great consequence? "Twas nothing very ornamental, as far as I could see."
"No--no; not of consequence," returned Sally sadly, adding in a gentle voice, "You will not mind if I lend her another instead of that one, will you?"
Philip"s agitation at the confession had brought on another attack of the cough, which seemed to shake him to pieces. He was so obviously unfit to sit in a chair that they helped him upstairs at once; and having hastily given him a cordial and kindled the bedroom fire, they descended to fetch their unhappy new relations.
CHAPTER III
It was with strange feelings that the girl and her mother, lately so cheerful, pa.s.sed out of the back door into the open air of the barton, laden with hay scents and the herby breath of cows. A fine sleet had begun to fall, and they trotted across the yard quickly. The stable-door was open; a light shone from it--from the lantern which always hung there, and which Philip had lighted, as he said. Softly nearing the door, Mrs. Hall p.r.o.nounced the name "Helena!"
There was no answer for the moment. Looking in she was taken by surprise. Two people appeared before her. For one, instead of the drabbish woman she had expected, Mrs. Hall saw a pale, dark-eyed, ladylike creature, whose personality ruled her attire rather than was ruled by it. She was in a new and handsome gown, of course, and an old bonnet. She was standing up, agitated; her hand was held by her companion--none else than Sally"s affianced, Farmer Charles Darton, upon whose fine figure the pale stranger"s eyes were fixed, as his were fixed upon her. His other hand held the rein of his horse, which was standing saddled as if just led in.
At sight of Mrs. Hall they both turned, looking at her in a way neither quite conscious nor unconscious, and without seeming to recollect that words were necessary as a solution to the scene. In another moment Sally entered also, when Mr. Darton dropped his companion"s hand, led the horse aside, and came to greet his betrothed and Mrs. Hall.
"Ah!" he said, smiling--with something like forced composure--"this is a roundabout way of arriving, you will say, my dear Mrs. Hall. But we lost our way, which made us late. I saw a light here, and led in my horse at once--my friend Johns and my man have gone back to the little inn with theirs, not to crowd you too much. No sooner had I entered than I saw that this lady had taken temporary shelter here--and found I was intruding."
"She is my daughter-in-law," said Mrs. Hall calmly. "My son, too, is in the house, but he has gone to bed unwell."
Sally had stood staring wonderingly at the scene until this moment, hardly recognizing Darton"s shake of the hand. The spell that bound her was broken by her perceiving the two little children seated on a heap of hay. She suddenly went forward, spoke to them, and took one on her arm and the other in her hand.
"And two children?" said Mr. Darton, showing thus that he had not been there long enough as yet to understand the situation.
"My grandchildren," said Mrs. Hall, with as much affected ease as before.
Philip Hall"s wife, in spite of this interruption to her first rencounter, seemed scarcely so much affected by it as to feel any one"s presence in addition to Mr. Darton"s. However, arousing herself by a quick reflection, she threw a sudden critical glance of her sad eyes upon Mrs. Hall; and, apparently finding her satisfactory, advanced to her in a meek initiative. Then Sally and the stranger spoke some friendly words to each other, and Sally went on with the children into the house. Mrs.
Hall and Helena followed, and Mr. Darton followed these, looking at Helena"s dress and outline, and listening to her voice like a man in a dream.
By the time the others reached the house Sally had already gone upstairs with the tired children. She rapped against the wall for Rebekah to come in and help to attend to them, Rebekah"s house being a little "spit-and- dab" cabin leaning against the substantial stone-work of Mrs. Hall"s taller erection. When she came a bed was made up for the little ones, and some supper given to them. On descending the stairs after seeing this done Sally went to the sitting-room. Young Mrs. Hall entered it just in advance of her, having in the interim retired with her mother-in- law to take off her bonnet, and otherwise make herself presentable. Hence it was evident that no further communication could have pa.s.sed between her and Mr. Darton since their brief interview in the stable.
Mr. j.a.pheth Johns now opportunely arrived, and broke up the restraint of the company, after a few orthodox meteorological commentaries had pa.s.sed between him and Mrs. Hall by way of introduction. They at once sat down to supper, the present of wine and turkey not being produced for consumption to-night, lest the premature display of those gifts should seem to throw doubt on Mrs. Hall"s capacities as a provider.
"Drink hearty, Mr. Johns--drink hearty," said that matron magnanimously.
"Such as it is there"s plenty of. But perhaps cider-wine is not to your taste?--though there"s body in it."
"Quite the contrairy, ma"am--quite the contrairy," said the dairyman.
"For though I inherit the malt-liquor principle from my father, I am a cider-drinker on my mother"s side. She came from these parts, you know.
And there"s this to be said for"t--"tis a more peaceful liquor, and don"t lie about a man like your hotter drinks. With care, one may live on it a twelvemonth without knocking down a neighbour, or getting a black eye from an old acquaintance."
The general conversation thus begun was continued briskly, though it was in the main restricted to Mrs. Hall and j.a.pheth, who in truth required but little help from anybody. There being slight call upon Sally"s tongue, she had ample leisure to do what her heart most desired, namely, watch her intended husband and her sister-in-law with a view of elucidating the strange momentary scene in which her mother and herself had surprised them in the stable. If that scene meant anything, it meant, at least, that they had met before. That there had been no time for explanations Sally could see, for their manner was still one of suppressed amazement at each other"s presence there. Darton"s eyes, too, fell continually on the gown worn by Helena as if this were an added riddle to his perplexity; though to Sally it was the one feature in the case which was no mystery. He seemed to feel that fate had impishly changed his vis-a-vis in the lover"s jig he was about to foot; that while the gown had been expected to enclose a Sally, a Helena"s face looked out from the bodice; that some long-lost hand met his own from the sleeves.
Sally could see that whatever Helena might know of Darton, she knew nothing of how the dress entered into his embarra.s.sment. And at moments the young girl would have persuaded herself that Darton"s looks at her sister-in-law were entirely the fruit of the clothes query. But surely at other times a more extensive range of speculation and sentiment was expressed by her lover"s eye than that which the changed dress would account for.
Sally"s independence made her one of the least jealous of women. But there was something in the relations of these two visitors which ought to be explained.
j.a.pheth Johns continued to converse in his well-known style, interspersing his talk with some private reflections on the position of Darton and Sally, which, though the sparkle in his eye showed them to be highly entertaining to himself, were apparently not quite communicable to the company. At last he withdrew for the night, going off to the roadside inn half-a-mile back, whither Darton promised to follow him in a few minutes.
Half-an-hour pa.s.sed, and then Mr. Darton also rose to leave, Sally and her sister-in-law simultaneously wishing him good-night as they retired upstairs to their rooms. But on his arriving at the front door with Mrs.
Hall a sharp shower of rain began to come down, when the widow suggested that he should return to the fire-side till the storm ceased.
Darton accepted her proposal, but insisted that, as it was getting late, and she was obviously tired, she should not sit up on his account, since he could let himself out of the house, and would quite enjoy smoking a pipe by the hearth alone. Mrs. Hall a.s.sented; and Darton was left by himself. He spread his knees to the brands, lit up his tobacco as he had said, and sat gazing into the fire, and at the notches of the chimney- crook which hung above.
An occasional drop of rain rolled down the chimney with a hiss, and still he smoked on; but not like a man whose mind was at rest. In the long run, however, despite his meditations, early hours afield and a long ride in the open air produced their natural result. He began to doze.
How long he remained in this half-unconscious state he did not know. He suddenly opened his eyes. The back-brand had burnt itself in two, and ceased to flame; the light which he had placed on the mantelpiece had nearly gone out. But in spite of these deficiencies there was a light in the apartment, and it came from elsewhere. Turning his head he saw Philip Hall"s wife standing at the entrance of the room with a bed-candle in one hand, a small bra.s.s tea-kettle in the other, and his gown, as it certainly seemed, still upon her.
"Helena!" said Darton, starting up.
Her countenance expressed dismay, and her first words were an apology.
"I--did not know you were here, Mr. Darton," she said, while a blush flashed to her cheek. "I thought every one had retired--I was coming to make a little water boil; my husband seems to be worse. But perhaps the kitchen fire can be lighted up again."
"Don"t go on my account. By all means put it on here as you intended,"
said Darton. "Allow me to help you." He went forward to take the kettle from her hand, but she did not allow him, and placed it on the fire herself.
They stood some way apart, one on each side of the fireplace, waiting till the water should boil, the candle on the mantel between them, and Helena with her eyes on the kettle. Darton was the first to break the silence. "Shall I call Sally?" he said.
"O no," she quickly returned. "We have given trouble enough already. We have no right here. But we are the sport of fate, and were obliged to come."
"No right here!" said he in surprise.
"None. I can"t explain it now," answered Helena. "This kettle is very slow."
There was another pause; the proverbial dilatoriness of watched pots was never more clearly exemplified.
Helena"s face was of that sort which seems to ask for a.s.sistance without the owner"s knowledge--the very antipodes of Sally"s, which was self-reliance expressed. Darton"s eyes travelled from the kettle to Helena"s face, then back to the kettle, then to the face for rather a longer time. "So I am not to know anything of the mystery that has distracted me all the evening?" he said. "How is it that a woman, who refused me because (as I supposed) my position was not good enough for her taste, is found to be the wife of a man who certainly seems to be worse off than I?"
"He had the prior claim," said she.
"What! you knew him at that time?"
"Yes, yes! Please say no more," she implored.
"Whatever my errors, I have paid for them during the last five years!"
The heart of Darton was subject to sudden overflowings. He was kind to a fault. "I am sorry from my soul," he said, involuntarily approaching her. Helena withdrew a step or two, at which he became conscious of his movement, and quickly took his former place. Here he stood without speaking, and the little kettle began to sing.
"Well, you might have been my wife if you had chosen," he said at last.