"And the child," whispered Molly to her father. Low as the whisper was, it struck on the Squire"s ear.
"What?" said he, turning round to her suddenly, "--child? You never named that? Is there a child? Husband and father, and I never knew! G.o.d bless...o...b..rne"s child! I say, G.o.d bless it!" He stood up reverently, and the other two instinctively rose. He closed his hands as if in momentary prayer. Then exhausted he sate down again, and put out his hand to Molly.
"You"re a good girl. Thank you.--Tell me what I ought to do, and I"ll do it." This to Mr. Gibson.
"I"m almost as much puzzled as you are, Squire," replied he. "I fully believe the whole story; but I think there must be some written confirmation of it, which perhaps ought to be found at once, before we act. Most probably this is to be discovered among Osborne"s papers. Will you look over them at once? Molly shall return with me, and find the address that Osborne gave her, while you are busy--"
"She"ll come back again?" said the Squire eagerly. "You--she won"t leave me to myself?"
"No! She shall come back this evening. I"ll manage to send her somehow. But she has no clothes but the habit she came in, and I want my horse that she rode away upon."
"Take the carriage," said the Squire. "Take anything. I"ll give orders. You"ll come back again, too?"
"No! I"m afraid not, to-day. I"ll come to-morrow, early. Molly shall return this evening, whenever it suits you to send for her."
"This afternoon; the carriage shall be at your house at three. I dare not look at Osborne"s--at the papers without one of you with me; and yet I shall never rest till I know more."
"I"ll send the desk in by Robinson before I leave. And--can you give me some lunch before I go?"
Little by little he led the Squire to eat a morsel or so of food; and so, strengthening him physically, and encouraging him mentally, Mr. Gibson hoped that he would begin his researches during Molly"s absence.
There was something touching in the Squire"s wistful looks after Molly as she moved about. A stranger might have imagined her to be his daughter instead of Mr. Gibson"s. The meek, broken-down, considerate ways of the bereaved father never showed themselves more strongly than when he called them back to his chair, out of which he seemed too languid to rise, and said, as if by an after-thought: "Give my love to Miss Kirkpatrick; tell her I look upon her as quite one of the family. I shall be glad to see her after--after the funeral. I don"t think I can before."
"He knows nothing of Cynthia"s resolution to give up Roger," said Mr.
Gibson as they rode away. "I had a long talk with her last night, but she was as resolute as ever. From what your mamma tells me, there is a third lover in London, whom she"s already refused. I"m thankful that you"ve no lover at all, Molly, unless that abortive attempt of Mr. c.o.xe"s at an offer, long ago, can be called a lover."
"I never heard of it, papa!" said Molly.
"Oh, no; I forgot. What a fool I was! Why, don"t you remember the hurry I was in to get you off to Hamley Hall, the very first time you ever went? It was all because I got hold of a desperate love-letter from c.o.xe, addressed to you."
But Molly was too tired to be amused, or even interested. She could not get over the sight of the straight body covered with a sheet, which yet let the outlines be seen,--all that remained of Osborne.
Her father had trusted too much to the motion of the ride, and the change of scene from the darkened house. He saw his mistake.
"Some one must write to Mrs. Osborne Hamley," said he. "I believe her to have a legal right to the name; but whether or no, she must be told that the father of her child is dead. Shall you do it, or I?"
"Oh, you, please, papa!"
"I will, if you wish. But she may have heard of you as a friend of her dead husband"s; while of me--a mere country doctor--it"s very probable she has never heard the name."
"If I ought, I will do it." Mr. Gibson did not like this ready acquiescence, given in so few words, too.
"There"s Hollingford church-spire," said she presently, as they drew near the town, and caught a glimpse of the church through the trees.
"I think I never wish to go out of sight of it again."
"Nonsense!" said he. "Why, you"ve all your travelling to do yet; and if these new-fangled railways spread, as they say they will, we shall all be spinning about the world; "sitting on tea-kettles," as Phoebe Browning calls it. Miss Browning wrote such a capital letter of advice to Miss Hornblower. I heard of it at the Millers". Miss Hornblower was going to travel by railroad for the first time; and Dorothy was very anxious, and sent her directions for her conduct; one piece of advice was not to sit on the boiler."
Molly laughed a little, as she was expected to do. "Here we are at home, at last."
Mrs. Gibson gave Molly a warm welcome. For one thing, Cynthia was in disgrace; for another, Molly came from the centre of news; for a third, Mrs. Gibson was really fond of the girl, in her way, and sorry to see her pale heavy looks.
"To think of it all being so sudden at last! Not but what I always expected it! And so provoking! Just when Cynthia had given up Roger!
If she had only waited a day! What does the Squire say to it all?"
"He is beaten down with grief," replied Molly.
"Indeed! I should not have fancied he had liked the engagement so much."
"What engagement?"
"Why, Roger to Cynthia, to be sure. I asked you how the Squire took her letter, announcing the breaking of it off?"
"Oh--I made a mistake. He hasn"t opened his letters to-day. I saw Cynthia"s among them."
"Now that I call positive disrespect."
"I don"t know. He did not mean it for such. Where is Cynthia?"
"Gone out into the meadow-garden. She"ll be in directly. I wanted her to do some errands for me, but she flatly refused to go into the town. I am afraid she mismanages her affairs badly. But she won"t allow me to interfere. I hate to look at such things in a mercenary spirit, but it is provoking to see her throw over two such good matches. First Mr. Henderson, and now Roger Hamley. When does the Squire expect Roger? Does he think he will come back sooner for poor dear Osborne"s death?"
"I don"t know. He hardly seems to think of anything but Osborne. He appears to me to have almost forgotten every one else. But perhaps the news of Osborne"s being married, and of the child, may rouse him up."
Molly had no doubt that Osborne was really and truly married, nor had she any idea that her father had never breathed the facts of which she had told him on the previous night, to his wife or Cynthia.
But Mr. Gibson had been slightly dubious of the full legality of the marriage, and had not felt inclined to speak of it to his wife until that had been ascertained one way or another. So Mrs. Gibson exclaimed, "What _do_ you mean, child? Married! Osborne married! Who says so?"
"Oh, dear! I suppose I ought not to have named it. I"m very stupid to-day. Yes! Osborne has been married a long time; but the Squire did not know of it until this morning. I think it has done him good. But I don"t know."
"Who is the lady? Why, I call it a shame to go about as a single man, and be married all the time! If there is one thing that revolts me, it is duplicity. Who is the lady? Do tell me all you know about it, there"s a dear."
"She is French, and a Roman Catholic," said Molly.
"French! They are such beguiling women; and he was so much abroad!
You said there was a child,--is it a boy or a girl?"
"I did not hear. I did not ask."
Molly did not think it necessary to do more than answer questions; indeed, she was vexed enough to have told anything of what her father evidently considered it desirable to keep secret. Just then Cynthia came wandering into the room with a careless, hopeless look in her face, which Molly noticed at once. She had not heard of Molly"s arrival, and had no idea that she was returned until she saw her sitting there.
"Molly, darling! Is that you? You"re as welcome as the flowers in May, though you"ve not been gone twenty-four hours. But the house isn"t the same when you are away!"
"And she brings us such news too!" said Mrs. Gibson. "I"m really almost glad you wrote to the Squire yesterday, for if you had waited till to-day--I thought you were in too great a hurry at the time--he might have thought you had some interested reason for giving up your engagement. Osborne Hamley was married all this time unknown to everybody, and has got a child too."
"Osborne married!" exclaimed Cynthia. "If ever a man looked a bachelor, he did. Poor Osborne! with his fair delicate elegance,--he looked so young and boyish!"
"Yes! it was a great piece of deceit, and I can"t easily forgive him for it. Only think! If he had paid either of you any particular attention, and you had fallen in love with him! Why, he might have broken your heart, or Molly"s either. I can"t forgive him, even though he is dead, poor fellow!"
"Well, as he never did pay either of us any particular attention, and as we neither of us did fall in love with him, I think I only feel sorry that he had all the trouble and worry of concealment." Cynthia spoke with a pretty keen recollection of how much trouble and worry her concealment had cost her.
"And now of course it is a son, and will be the heir, and Roger will just be as poorly off as ever. I hope you"ll take care and let the Squire know Cynthia was quite ignorant of these new facts that have come out when she wrote those letters, Molly? I should not like a suspicion of worldliness to rest upon any one with whom I had any concern."