"There is a mistake here," he said with and excellent French accent on his English. "This lady is a--what you call--she has no power to dispose of herself."
The clergyman looked somewhat doubtful and astonished; he had not been prepared for this turn of the play; but it was all in keeping, the interruption came naturally, quietly; he had to meet it accordingly. Stuart"s face darkened; he knew better; nevertheless for him too there was but one thing possible, to go on and play the play. His face was all in keeping, too. The anger of the one and the doubt of the other actor were all proper to the action and only helped the effect.
"Diable! what do you want here?" the young peasant exclaimed.
"What is all this, sir? what is this?" said the old minister.
"What do you here, sir?"
"I come for the lady."
"The lady don"t want to see you, you fool!" exclaimed Stuart.
"You needn"t think it."
"What authority have you here, sir, to interfere with my office?" demanded the clergyman.
"Monsieur"--said the countryman hesitating, "Monsieur knows.
This young girl is young--I represent the guardians of her. She is minor; she has no property, nor no power to marry herself; she had nothing at all. She has run away. Monsieur sees. Come, you runaway!" he went on, advancing lightly to where the young girl stood. "Come with me! She has run away; there is no marriage to-day, sir," he added with a touch of his hat to the old clergyman. And then, taking Wych Hazel"s hand and putting it on his arm he walked her out of the room. It was not as it was few evenings ago; her hand was taken in earnest now and held, and she was obliged to go as she was led. In the little apartment which served as a green-room there were one or two attendants. Rollo walked past them with a steady, swift step which never stayed nor allowed his companion to stop, until he reached the ladies" dressing-room. It was entirely empty now.
The very servants had gathered where they could see the play.
Here Rollo released his charge.
The first thing she did was to seat herself on the nearest chair and look at him. Her first words were peculiar.
"If I could give you the least idea, Mr. Rollo, how exceedingly disagreeable it is to have my hand taken in that way, it is possible--I am not sure--but it is _possible_, you would not do it. Your hands are so strong!" she said, looking down at the little soft things in her lap. "And my strength is not practised."
He looked grave, but spoke very gently, bending towards her as if also considering the little hands.
"Did I act so well?" said he. "You see that was because there was so much earnest in it."
"What made you do it?--is everything forbidden unless I ask leave?"
"Do you want to know why I did it?"
"I did not like the play, either," she said,--"and I did not expect--part of it. But I had promised, and straight through was the quickest way out. It would have done--everybody--too much honour to make a fuss."
"I did n.o.body any honour, and I made no fuss," said Rollo, in his old quaint fashion. "And my way was the very quickest way out for you."
She jumped up, with a queer little inarticulate answer, that covered all his statements.
"There will be a fuss, if I do not find a quick way back among those people," she said, pa.s.sing round him to the door. Then paused with her hand on the k.n.o.b, considering something.
"Why did you do it, Mr. Rollo?"
"I will try to explain, as soon as I get an opportunity. One word," he added, detaining her,--"Laugh it off as far as you can, down stairs, as part of the play."
"Easy to do," said the girl with some emphasis. "Unfortunately I do not feel at all like laughing. If you had done _me_ a little honour, sir, it would have been needless."
She went first to the small dressing-room down stairs, catching up her serge and m.u.f.fling herself in it once more, so that not a thread of her peasant"s dress appeared; then went silently in among the crowd, a very sober witch indeed. It was a little while before she was molested. By and by, while another charade was engaging people"s interest, Mme. Lasalle worked round to the m.u.f.fled figure.
"My dear," she whispered, "who was that?"
"One of your dominoes, Madame. Acted with a good deal of spirit, didn"t you think so?"
"Magnifique! But that was none of _my_ dominoes. My dear, you will never know how lovely your representation was. But, that interruption was no part of our play, as we had planned it.
How came it? Who was it? Somebody who made play to suit himself? How came it, Hazel?"
"Just what I have been trying to find out," said the girl. "I shall not rest till I do." But she moved off then, and kept moving, and was soon too well taken possession of for many questions to reach her. All of her audience but two or three, took the interruption for part of the play, and were loud in their praises. Hearing and not hearing, m.u.f.fled in thoughts yet more than in serge, as an actor or spectator the Witch of Endor saw the charades through, and played with her supper, and finally went out to her carriage and the dark world of night. For there was no moon this time, and stars are uncertain things.
As Stuart Nightingale came back from putting her into the carriage, he encountered his aunt.
"Well!" he said in an impatient voice, smothered as it was, "that job"s all smoke."
"Who was it?"
"That infernal meddler, of course."
"Rollo?"
"Who else would have dared?"
"How did he get in?"
"That you ought to know better than I. It was no fault of mine."
"Rollo!" said Mme. Lasalle. "And I thought I had cleverly kept him out. The tickets were not transferable. Did she let him in?"
"Not she. No doing of hers, nor liking, I promise you. I think he has settled his own business, by the way. But we can"t try this on a second time, Aunt Victorine. Confound him!"
CHAPTER x.x.xVII.
IN A FOG.
Hazel was accompanied to her carriage of course, as usual. But when she was shut in, she heard an unwelcome voice saying to the coachman, "Drive slowly, Reo; the night is very dark;" and immediately the carriage door was opened again, and the speaker took his seat beside her; without asking leave this time. A pa.s.sing glare from the lamps of another carriage shewed her head and hands down on the window-sill, in the way she had come from Greenbush. Neither head nor hands stirred now.
Her companion was silent and let her be still, until the carriage had moved out of the Moscheloo grounds and was quietly making its way along the dark high road. Lamps flung some light right and left from the coach box; but within the darkness was deep. The reflection from trees and bushes, the gleam of fence rails, the travelling spots of illumination in the road, did not much help matters there.
"Miss Hazel," said Rollo,--and he spoke, though very quietly, with a sort of breath of patient impatience,--"I have come with you to-night because I could not let you drive home alone such a dark night, and because I have something to say to you which will not bear to wait a half-hour longer. Can you listen to me?"
"I am listening, sir," she said, again in a sort of dull pa.s.siveness. "May I keep this position? I think I must be tired."
"Are you very angry with me?" he asked gently.
"No," she said in the same tone. "I believe not. I wish I could be angry with people. It is the easiest way."
"If you are not angry, give me your hand once more."
"Are we to execute any further gyrations?"