From time to time the doors opened, and footmen bawled7 for my lady's or my lord's coach. A certain decorum, at these moments, marked the behaviour of those without the gates. Room was made for the vehicle in question, page boys and footmen ran to their posts, my lord or my lady left the house, entered the coach and drove off. And behind them, like water in the wake of a ship, the noisy groups closed in again.
To be bidden to one of the gatherings9 of Lady Fairfax was a coveted10 honour. Just how Lady Fairfax came to be the rallying point of a certain section of the Court society, no one knew. She was envied, feted, flattered, caressed11. She walked into the Queen's drawing-room as if it had been her own chamber12; she would leave the side of the most exalted13 personage in order to speak to a humble14 acquaintance, and there would be no change in her manner. She scolded and smiled as she pleased, and, such was the gift of the gods to her, with impunity15. Like the Admiral her brother, she made her own course in the world, and next to a good friend she liked best an honest enemy. For the others, whose smile hid a snarl16, she had nothing but disdain17.
Concerning Sir John Fairfax, a good deal of whispering ran to and fro, mainly from Whitehall and St. James's to Kensington. Exactly what post he held no one knew; that he was party to the secret diplomacy18 of the Court every one suspected. He was an old sailor, and in the course of his voyages had contrived19 to gather a vast information about the ports and defences of alien coasts. Moreover, in various parts of the world he had friends whose loyalty20 was unquestioned.
A great many people were curious as to the nature of the long conversations, without which few days passed, between Sir John Fairfax and my Lord Churchill; but the matter of their parleys21 was revealed to no one, least of all to Sir John's wife. He was a smallish, grey, wizened22 man, with a singularly sweet smile; he had a gentle voice and an unfailing courtesy; his wife adored him, principally because he was the one person in the world whom she could neither hector nor coax23 into doing something he did not wish to do.
Lady Fairfax went from group to group in her rooms, a gracious figure in her gown of black velvet24 stitched with silver, a scarf of Malines lace across her shoulders, her grey hair dressed high. No one had ever succeeded in defining her charm; she was one of those middle-aged25 women who made young girls discontented with their youth, and beautiful women dubious26 of the power of their beauty.
As Lady Fairfax entered one of the card rooms, and looked from group to group, a couple of young gallants sprang from a window seat where they had been in close converse27. Seeing them, their hostess beckoned28 with her fan, and withdrew.
'What means this?' demanded my lady as the two, with deep bows, stood before her. 'Why are you leaving beauty unattended? Do not the feet of the dancers call you? Fie on you, my lord! And you, sir! Your father had known better.'
'It is but for Lady Fairfax to command,' replied the nobleman with another bow and an air of mock resignation.
'But my father, madam,' retorted the other, who was, as a shrewd eye would see, a favourite with his hostess, 'had doubtless greater attractions offered him.'
'Doubtless, doubtless!' smiled the lady. 'There is, however, a story I may tell you some day. Well now, young man, will you find my husband for me? Stay—what is that noise below?'
Some commotion29 was arising in the hall, and Lady Fairfax, being then at the head of the stairs, went slowly down, her beautiful hand catching30 the folds of her dress, the young men at her side.
'Say that again, thou girt fool!' a voice with a strong West Country accent was shouting, 'and thou'lt rue31 the day.'
There was the sound of a lusty smack32, and a footman, with his hand to his cheek, bellowed33 for his ally within. The West Country voice rang out again, and there was the crack of a whip.
'Be this the house of Lady Constance Fairfax or no? And if 'tis, where's her to?'
The speaker, hatless, muddy, his neck-cloth torn, stared about; his knotted fist and weapon menaced the servants who had hastily approached. A few guests had strolled into the hall, and were looking curiously34 on. The men accompanying my lady on the stair became aware of a start, and an exclamation35. Lady Fairfax dropped her robe and ran down.
'Zacchary,' she said, the group gathering8 round the countryman falling away at her approach, 'surely 'tis thou, Zacchary!'
The old groom's distressed36 face changed at the sound of the voice he had not heard for twenty years. He dropped on one knee, and groped for the lady's hand. Then rising, a look of devotion in his eyes, he surveyed her from head to foot.
'I don't allow, Mistress Constance,' he said, scratching his head, 'that you'm changed. But you'm mighty37 different all the same. But'—his tone altered—''tis the young mistress, my lady. Her's without in the coach yonder, and Peter on the step, and they sons of Belial in the road bean't for letting the coach go by.'
'What! My little niece!' Lady Fairfax turned hastily to the young man at her side. 'I pray you, Master Beckenham, see to this matter without; and you, my lord, if you would look in the rooms above for my husband——'
She needed not to finish her sentence. Master Beckenham followed Zacchary out into the square.
A coach had drawn38 across the road, a little distance from the entrance. The equipage belonged to my Lord Fetterleigh, who was playing cards within, and the coachman was making it quite clear that until he chose he would not move his coach, his lord taking precedence of the gentlemen whose vehicles were before the gates. As for that outlandish travelling waggon39 beyond there (his cheek was still smarting from the valiant40 Peter's whip), it could wait until it was chopped up for—— The harangue41 was cut short. 'Move thy horses, thou vile42 wretch43!' thundered a voice. 'I will acquaint thy lord of this.'
The light of the torches fell on the face of the newcomer. The coachman, with a qualm, gathered up his reins44, and Master Beckenham in his elegant buckled45 shoes and smart attire46 slipped in between the hedge and the rear of the coach, and followed Zacchary down the road.
To the accompaniment of Zacchary's heartfelt remarks (sounding to the Londoner like the whinny of a horse) on the vileness47 of Kensington compared with Cornwall, Beckenham made his way to the country coach. He felt a certain curiosity to see the 'little niece.' A few nights ago, visiting Lady Fairfax's box between the acts, he had heard her telling how she had bidden her brother's little maid to come and stay with her a spell, that she might teach her how to set her toes when she grew taller. Lady Fairfax had never seen the child, because of the disagreement between her brother and herself about her upbringing. Here the curtain had risen, and my lady's complacent48 recital49 was stopped. Duly reporting this matter to Madam his mother (one of Lady Fairfax's honest enemies), Mr. Beckenham had been greatly diverted. For that lady and a bosom50 friend, counting the years on their fingers, with side glances for the unconscious victim in the box, had estimated the age of the 'little niece' as already somewhere in the shadows of the late twenties. Saying nothing, Mr. Beckenham had bided51 his time, and it pleased him to have an opportunity of satisfying himself on the point.
The loiterers in the road had formed a sturdy group round the vehicle he sought. The coachman on the box, not liking52 to leave his post, was circling his whip over the heads of the nearest, and adding comments when Peter, bodyguarding on the step, failed for breath. The link boys roared with delight. Such amusement did not often come their way. And even the watch, with his lantern and staff, had stopped in his chant of 'Ten o'clock, and a fine windy night,' to listen to the voices whose tones made him at once contemptuous and envious53.
Mr. Beckenham doubled his elbows, and calling: 'Make way there! Make way!' in a voice of unmistakable authority, soon succeeded in reaching the door of the coach, Zacchary lumbering54 at his heels. Honest Peter, in the act of drawing the back of his hand across his overworked mouth, noted55 his approach, and his eyes brightened.
''Ere be Zacchary and a gentleman, Mistress Marion. 'Ere a be.'
'Lead the horses to the gate,' commanded the young gentleman. 'Hand me your whip, my man.'
With alacrity56 Peter tendered his weapon, and Mr. Beckenham, thus armed, took up the position of page on the step of the Penrock coach. The loiterers fled before the hissing57 lash58.
At the gate, Mr. Beckenham opened the coach door with a low bow, and offered his hand to the fair occupant. The light of the flambeaux fell on the two faces confronting each other. Marion's hat had fallen off, her gleaming hair fell in disorder59 about her face. Nervously60 she looked at the young man as she took his proffered61 assistance, and murmured a word of thanks. 'Terrified out of her wits,' summed up the youth. 'How on earth comes she to be travelling without an escort?' And a strong indignation against some unknown person seized him.
Meanwhile Lady Fairfax, standing62 within the doorway63, had been peering from time to time out into the night. She was again explaining to the group of guests in the hall that her little niece was coming from Cornwall to visit her. Her brother was doubtless with her in the coach, and had sent Zacchary to the door. Her brother was, unhappily, lame64. And Zacchary, poor man, only being accustomed to see one horse at a time, was a little flustered65.
Behind the speaker stood a small grey-haired man, whose smile broadened into a chuckle66 as his wife's 'little niece' hove in sight.
When Marion stepped into the house, Lady Fairfax for once in her life was speechless. About a figure almost as tall as her own a riding cloak was roughly gathered. The collar fell away from the throat, and the folds of the garment were held by a slim hand to the shoulder. At the scene in the hall, Marion shrank back a second, then stood still.
'My little niece! Is it possible!'
Marion allowed herself to be embraced and drawn into the house. She was vaguely67 aware of a gentleman with a kind smile, who patted her and called her 'my dear'; of glittering jewels and gay dresses in the background; of the throb68 of music in the rooms above; of the silent figure of Mr. Beckenham standing at her elbow. Then she looked again at the face before her, and the anger and dismay she had felt at the manner of her arrival melted. In her aunt's eyes she saw her father's. Her face relaxed, and she smiled.
'Did you not expect me then, Aunt Constance?'
'What a voice!' murmured a woman at the back of the hall.
Lady Fairfax gathered the slight form in her arms. 'My little maid!' she crooned. 'My little maid!' Then, holding her at arm's length: 'But—I am speechless! How came you to travel so? But stay. First some food, and you shall tell me.'
She led the girl into a little room off the hall, and while Sir John went himself for wine and cake she took off the cloak and shoes, and held the fair face between her hands. 'My little maid!' she said again. 'I had forgotten you must have grown. Tell me, sweet, one word. Is your father ill? Why is he not here?'
'He is not hurt,' said Marion. 'He——'
'Drink this, my dear,' said a kind voice, and Marion, looking up, saw her uncle at her side. A feeling of warmth and comfort stole over her. 'And I thought I had fallen among thieves,' she faltered69.
Meanwhile the men and women who had witnessed the arrival of the 'little niece' were talking about her in the rooms above. As the conversation drifted on to the girl's family, a gentleman strolled up to the group. Underneath70 the languid pose of the courtier of the day, a shrewd eye would have seen the hardened soldier. 'Did I hear you say Penrock?' he drawled.
'The same. She's the daughter of Admiral Penrock—the old Salt Eagle of the fifties.'
The questioner disappeared and passed downstairs, and with the privilege of old friendship lifted the tapestry71 curtain and walked into the little room. Sir John and Lady Fairfax sat on either side their guest before the fire. The girl was eating as she talked.
'Come in, Sampson!' called his host, 'and speak to our little niece here. Marion, my dear, here is an old soldier who fought alongside your father before you were born.'
Marion, whose back was towards the newcomer, laid down her spiced cake and turned in her seat, prepared to see a burly, weather-worn figure. Instead, she was aware of a slight, pale-faced man, dressed with an elegance72 she had never before encountered, making a low bow. For a second she was startled, then gravely held out her fingers.
'I could not wait one other minute,' said the guest, his languid air falling away somewhat, 'before I had done myself the honour of paying my respects to the daughter of the bravest, loyalest gentleman it has ever been my fortune to know.'
The tears dimmed Marion's eyes, and she could not find a word to say, but she smiled up suddenly into the gaunt face; and the man standing there, who had seen two generations of beauty go by, felt a stirring in his dry old heart.
Here my lady broke in. 'Tut, tut, Colonel! I will not have my niece weep, even at your praise. But for yonder stupid rising still brewing73 trouble, we should have had my brother with us. Marion has just told us the story. Go on eating your cake, my dear. Take a chair, Colonel. So. Just as the coach was leaving Bagshot, who should come up but the King's Commissioner74 with a couple of officers behind him, riding hard for the west with urgent duty for my brother, who is magistrate75 in his parts. My niece, here, knows nothing of the mission but that it was of such urgency, with the Lord Chancellor's will behind it, that the Admiral must needs take another coach and ride back to Cornwall. The two officers escorted my niece here the rest of the way till noon to-day, when there was but the fields of Kensington to cross, and they were doubtless thinking of their dinner at St. James's. The coachman then lost his way, the dolt76! and found himself in Chelsey. 'Tis only by good fortune my niece arrived in safety. But'—the lady pressed another kiss on the girl's cheek—'here she is! And she's going to stay a long, long time. Perhaps for years.'
Marion was aware of a vague echo, a vision of a youth on horseback on a windy ridge77 that smelt78 of the sea: all of it somewhere in another world and another life she had lived in the long ago. She sighed. For a few minutes the talk went on, the girl paying no heed79. Then Lady Fairfax, gathering her lace shawl, rose and dropped a curtsey to Mr. Sampson.
'And now for bed,' said she. 'I will see you all anon.'
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