Hazel balanced probabilities for one swift second.
"That is too large a promise, Phinny--I would not make it. But I will come, thank you, Mrs. Powder. Only not to luncheon. I will drive over this afternoon, and meet you at the hill."
"Why, here is our dear d.u.c.h.ess!" cried Kitty Fisher, rushing up. "And where is the--ahem!--Mr. Rollo, I am delighted to see you. Miss Kennedy, allow me to present Sir Henry Crafton."
Wych Hazel bowed, and turning towards Mr. Rollo, remarked that if she was to come back, she must go. Rollo was also invited to Beacon Hill, but excused himself; and he and Wych Hazel left the others, to go forward to find their horses.
On the ride home he made himself particularly pleasant; talking about matters which he contrived to present in very entertaining fashion; ignoring the people and the insinuations they had left behind them in the Hollow, and drawing Wych Hazel, so far as he could, into a free meeting of him on neutral ground. They had another run through the lane; a good trot over the highway; and when they had entered the gate of Chickaree and were slowly mounting the hill, he spoke in another tone.
"Miss Hazel, don"t you think you have done enough for to-day?"
"Made a good beginning."
"Twenty-four miles on horseback--and a cotton mill! That is enough for one day, isn"t it, for you?"
"Twenty-four, is it?" she said carelessly. "Call it four, and my feeling will not contradict you."
"Very well. I want your feeling to remain in the same healthy condition."
"It always does."
"Beacon Hill will not run away. Leave that for another time.
It is a good day"s work for you, that alone. Suppose we go there to-morrow?" said Rollo coolly, looking at his companion.
"Well--if I like it well enough to-day."
Dane was silent, probably feeling that his duty as Miss Kennedy"s guardian was in the way of doing him very frequent disservice. However he was not a man to be swayed by that consideration. He came close alongside of Jeannie Deans and looked hard in Wych Hazel"s face as he spoke,
"Do you think Mr. Falkirk would be willing to have you go to- day?"
"Why, of course!"
"I think he would not. And I think he ought not."
"Mr. Falkirk never interferes with my strength or my fatigue!--"
"I shall not ask him. I take the matter on my own responsibility."
She had thrown her veil back for a minute, and leaving the bridle on Jeannie"s neck, both little hands were busy with some wind-disturbed rings of hair. She put them down now and looked round at him,--a look of great beauty; the girlish questioning eyes too busy with him, for the moment, to be afraid. Could he mean that? was he really trying to head her off in every direction?
"Are you in earnest?" she said slowly.
His eyes went very deep into hers when they got the chance, carrying their own message too. He answered with a half smile,
"Thorough earnest."
She drew back instantly, eyes and all; letting fall her veil and taking up her bridle. Except so, and by the sudden colour, giving no reply. She was learning her lesson fast, she thought, a little bitterly. Nevertheless, if people knew the exquisite grace there can be in submission, whether to authority or to circ.u.mstances it may be they would practise it oftener.
Not another word said Rollo. What was the use? She would understand him some day;--or she would not! in any case, words would not make it clear. Only when he took her down from her horse he asked, and that was with a smile too, and a good inquisition of the grey eyes, "if he should come to take her to Beacon Hill to-morrow?"
"No," she said quietly. "I think not."
"When will you have another riding lesson?"
"I do not know," she said, with a tone that left the matter very doubtful.
"Well," said he, "you may go to Beacon Hill without me. But you must not try leaping. Remember that."
He did not go in. He remounted and rode away.
CHAPTER XL.
SOMETHING NEW.
So Jeannie Deans went back into the stable, and carried her light burden no more for some time. But Hazel did not go to Beacon Hill, in any fashion nor on any day; and it is to be hoped Jeannie Deans was less restless than she.
"Miss Wych--my dear!" said Mrs. Byw.a.n.k in remonstrance; "if you cannot sit still, why don"t you go out? You are just wearing yourself pale in the house; and why, I do not see."
"n.o.body sees--" said the girl with a long breath. "My wings are clipped, Byo,--that is all."
"My dear!" Mrs. Byw.a.n.k said again. "I think you shouldn"t talk so, Miss Wych."
"Very likely not," said Hazel. But if ever I am a real runaway, Byo, it will be for the sake of choosing my own ruler. So you can remember."
"Miss Wych--" Mrs. Byw.a.n.k began, gravely. Hazel came and flung herself down on the floor, and laid her head on the old housekeeper"s lap.
"O, I know!" she said. "Why did they ever call me so, Byo? I think it hangs over me like a fate. Could they find no other name for their little brown baby but that? I can no more help being a witch, than I can help breathing."
The old housekeeper stroked the young head tenderly, softly parting and smoothing down the hair.
"They liked the name, my dear," she said. "And so would you, if you could remember the tone in which Mrs. Kennedy used to say: "My Wych!"--"My little Wych!"--"
Hazel sprang away as if the words had been a flight of arrows.
And so the fall went on; and since Miss Kennedy would stay at home, perforce the world must come to see her there; and the old house at least sounded gay enough. And then society began slowly to steal away to winter quarters. The two young officers went back to their posts, without even a hope (it was said) that might make them ever return again to the neighbourhood of Chickaree. And Mr. May sailed for Europe, having a gentle dismissal from the little hands for which he cared so much; and the Powders departed to ex-official duties; and Mme. Lasalle to town. The leaves fell, having done their sweet summer duty far better than these rational creatures; and then Wych Hazel took to long early and late walks by herself, threading the leafless woods, and keeping out of roads and choosing by-paths; wandering and thinking--both--more than was good for her; and enjoying just one thing, the being alone.
Rollo all this while had kept the promise he made when he told her that he would see her and meant she should see him. He came very frequently; he rode with her if she would ride, and talked with her when she would talk; or he talked to Mr.
Falkirk in her hearing. He sometimes gave her riding lessons.
Whatever her mood, he was just himself; free, pleasant and watchful of her; sometimes a little Spanish in his treatment of her. Her clouds did not seem to put him in shadow. And she would not always refuse a lesson, or a ride, or a talk,--it was not in her nature to be ungraceful or rough in any way; only it could not be said that she took pleasure in them, as a certain thing. They broke up the intolerable loneliness of her life just then, but otherwise were not always a success.
Constantly now expecting to be drawn back, or ordered back, as she phrased it; expecting forbidden things at every turn; she did not want to be alone with Mr. Rollo, nor to go with other people where he might come. In fact, she did not quite understand herself; and she grew more and more restless and eager to get away.
"Why should we not go on Monday?" she asked Mr. Falkirk.
"Go?" echoed her guardian. "Are we to take up our travels again, my dear?"
"Did you suppose yourself settled for the winter, sir? I expect to go to town, like other people."