The old man moved sharply in his chair.
"There"s no hurry, Richard. You must find out how it will affect your career. You have been so long at Little Beeding where we hear very little from the outer world. You must consult your Colonel."
d.i.c.k Hazlewood would not listen to the argument.
"My marriage is my affair, sir, not my Colonel"s. I cannot take advice, for we both of us know what it would be. And we both of us value it at its proper price, don"t we?"
Mr. Hazlewood could not reply. How often had he inveighed against the opinions of the sleek worldly people who would add up advantages in a column and leave out of their consideration the merits of the higher life.
"It would not be fair to Stella were we to ask her to wait," d.i.c.k resumed. "Any delay--think what will be made of it! A month or six weeks from now, that gives us time enough."
The old man rose abruptly from his chair with a vague word that he would think of it and went into the house. He saw again the lovers as he had seen them this afternoon walking side by side slowly towards Stella Ballantyne"s cottage; and the picture even in the retrospect was intolerable. The marriage must not take place--yet it was so near. A month or six weeks! Mr. Hazlewood took up his pen and wrote the letter to Henry Thresk at last, as Robert Pettifer had always been sure that he would do. It was the simplest kind of letter and took but a minute in the writing. It mentioned only his miniatures and invited Henry Thresk to Little Beeding to see them, as more than one stranger had been asked before. The answers which Thresk had given to the questions in _Notes and Queries_ were pleaded as an introduction and Thresk was invited to choose his own day and remain at Little Beeding for the night. The reply came by return of post. Thresk would come to Little Beeding on the Friday afternoon of the next week. He was in town, for Parliament was sitting late that year. He would reach Little Beeding soon after five so that he might have an opportunity of seeing the miniatures by daylight. Mr.
Hazlewood hurried over with the news to Robert Pettifer. His spirits had risen at a bound. Already he saw the neighbourhood freed from the disturbing presence of Stella Ballantyne and himself cheerfully resuming his multifarious occupations.
Robert Pettifer, however, spoke in quite another strain.
"I am not so sure as you, Hazlewood. The points which trouble me are very possibly capable of quite simple explanations. I hope for my part that they will be so explained."
"You hope it?" cried Mr. Hazlewood.
"Yes. I want d.i.c.k to marry," said Robert Pettifer.
Mr. Hazlewood was not, however, to be discouraged. He drove back to his house counting the days which must pa.s.s before Thresk"s arrival and wondering how he should manage to conceal his elation from the keen eyes of his son. But he found that there was no need for him to trouble himself on that point, for this very morning at luncheon d.i.c.k said to him:
"I think that I"ll run up to town this afternoon, father. I might be there for a day or two."
Mr. Hazlewood was delighted. No other proposal could have fitted in so well with his scheme. The mere fact that d.i.c.k was away would start people at the pleasant business of conjecturing mishaps and quarrels. Perhaps indeed the lovers _had_ quarrelled. Perhaps Richard had taken his advice and was off to consult his superiors. Mr. Hazlewood scanned his son"s face eagerly but learnt nothing from it; and he was too wary to ask any questions.
"By all means, Richard," he said carelessly, "go to London! You will be back by next Friday, I suppose."
"Oh yes, before that. I shall stay at my own rooms, so if you want me you can send me a telegram."
d.i.c.k Hazlewood had a small flat of his own in some Mansions at Westminster which had seen very little of him that summer.
"Thank you, Richard," said the old man. "But I shall get on very well, and a few days change will no doubt do you good."
d.i.c.k grinned at his father and went off that afternoon without a word of farewell to Stella Ballantyne. Mr. Hazlewood stood in the hall and saw him go with a great relief at his heart. Everything at last seemed to be working out to advantage. He could not but remember how so very few weeks ago he had been urgent that Richard should spend his summer at Little Beeding and lend a hand in the n.o.ble work of defending Stella Ballantyne against ignorance and unreason. But the twinge only lasted a moment. He had made a mistake, as all men occasionally do--yes, even sagacious and thoughtful people like himself. And the mistake was already being repaired. He looked across the meadow that night at the lighted blinds of Stella"s windows and antic.i.p.ated an evening when those windows would be dark and the cottage without an inhabitant.
"Very soon," he murmured to himself, "very soon." He had not one single throb of pity for her now, not a single speculation whither she would go or what she would make of her life. His own defence of her had now become a fault of hers. He wished her no harm, he argued, but in a week"s time there must be no light shining behind those blinds.
CHAPTER XXII
A WAY OUT OF THE TRAP
Mr. Hazlewood was very glad that Richard was away in London during this week. Excitement kept him feverish and the fever grew as the number of days before Thresk was to come diminished. He would never have been able to keep his secret had every meal placed him under his son"s eyes. He was free too from Stella herself. He met her but once on the Monday and then it was in the deep lane leading towards the town. It was about five o"clock in the evening and she was driving homewards in an open fly. Mr.
Hazlewood stopped it and went to the side.
"Richard is away, Stella, until Wednesday, as no doubt you knew," he said. "But I want you to come over to tea when he comes back. Will Friday suit you?"
She had looked a little frightened when Mr. Hazlewood had called to the driver and stopped the carriage; but at his words the blood rushed into her cheeks and her eyes shone and she pushed out her hand impulsively.
"Oh, thank you," she cried. "Of course I will come."
Not for a long time had he spoken to her with so kind a voice and a face so unclouded. She rejoiced at the change in him and showed him such grat.i.tude as is given only to those who render great service, so intense was her longing not to estrange d.i.c.k from his father.
But she had become a shrewd observer under the stress of her evil destiny; and the moment of rejoicing once past she began to wonder what had brought about the change. She judged Mr. Hazlewood to be one of those weak and effervescing characters who can grow more obstinate in resentment than any others if their pride and self-esteem receive an injury. She had followed of late the windings of his thoughts. She put the result frankly to herself.
"He hates me. He holds me in horror."
Why then the sudden change? She was in the mood to start at shadows and when a little note was brought over to her on the Friday morning in Mr.
Hazlewood"s handwriting reminding her of her engagement she was filled with a vague apprehension. The note was kindly in its terms yet to her it had a menacing and sinister look. Had some stroke been planned against her? Was it to be delivered this afternoon?
d.i.c.k came at half-past four from a village cricket match to fetch her.
"You are ready, Stella? Right! For we can"t spare very much time. I have a surprise for you."
Stella asked him what it was and he answered:
"There"s a house for sale in Great Beeding. I think that you would like it."
Stella"s face softened with a smile.
"Anywhere, d.i.c.k," she said, "anywhere on earth."
"But here best of all," he answered. "Not to run away--that"s our policy.
We"ll make our home in our own south country. I arranged to take you over the house between half-past five and six this evening."
They walked across to Little Beeding and were made welcome by Mr.
Hazlewood. He came out to meet them in the garden and nervousness made him kittenish and arch.
"How are you, Stella?" he inquired. "But there"s no need to ask. You look charming and upon my word you grow younger every day. What a pretty hat!
Yes, yes! Will you make tea while I telephone to the Pettifers? They seem to be late."
He skipped off with an alacrity which was rather ridiculous. But Stella watched him go without any amus.e.m.e.nt.
"I am taken again into favour," she said doubtfully.
"That shouldn"t distress you, Stella," replied d.i.c.k.
"Yet it does, for I ask myself why. And I don"t understand this tea-party. Mr. Hazlewood was so urgent that I should not forget it.
Perhaps, however, I am inventing trouble."
She shook herself free from her apprehensions and followed d.i.c.k into the drawing-room, where the kettle was boiling and the tea-service spread out. Stella went to the table and opened the little mahogany caddy.
"How many are coming, d.i.c.k?" she asked.