“How queer it is,” he said to himself, “that I should feel constrained5 in this way to run out to Windsor! Land knows! I have no desire to come to be on intimate terms of acquaintance with Evelyn’s boys; and what would be the satisfaction of prowling around just to see where they live? Their father gave me up after that time he spoke6 his mind so freely about my aimless life—as he was pleased to call it—and there is no reason whatever why I should bother myself about my sister’s children, since she, poor thing! is dead and gone, and they have enough of this world’s goods to make them comfortable. But I would give—yes, I would give a great deal for another glimpse of that child Marie-Celeste—for another talk with her, too, before she goes sailing back to the States, if only that were possible without my coming in contact with any of the rest of the household. Well, there seems to be nothing for it but to go to Windsor to-day, for it looks as though I should not get the best of this state of mind till I do.” Then he turned from the window, put on his coat, which was lying in readiness beside him, strolled out from the club, called for a hansom, directing the driver to take him to the station, and never for one minute admitted to himself that he had risen a whole hour earlier in order to do this very thing, or that he was acting7 on any stronger impulse than that of a passing fancy, born of the midsummer day, and desire for a little variety. So, out to Windsor he went, and choosing from among the carriages at the depot8 one that was manned by a respectable-looking old party, took his place on the front seat beside him, remarking that he had simply come down to see the town, and would first like to drive about for an hour.
The driver, judging from Mr. Belden’s faultless attire9 and distinguished10 bearing, had rated him at once as one of those high and mighty11 Londoners, and had expected that he would of course entrench12 himself on the back seat of the little turnout and, preserving a dignified13 silence, condescendingly allow himself to be driven about and to be very much bored into the bargain—all of which, it must be confessed, would have been more in keeping with Mr. Belden’s usual manner of conducting himself. To-day, however, he had an axe14 to grind, and the friendly intercourse15 of the front seat would prove more conducive16 to the end in view.
“Ever been ere before?” questioned the coachman, ready to prove himself friendly with the friendly.
“I was at Eton half a term when a boy, but I didn’t take to the old place, and cut and run away the first chance.”
“And ‘aven’t you ‘ad any schoolin’ since, sir?”
“Oh, yes; I tutored awhile at home—just enough to wriggle17 my way into Cambridge; and I studied just enough there to get my degree—no more, I can tell you. I have been one of those fellows who didn’t believe in taking unnecessary trouble.”
“You look it,” said the man honestly.
“What do you mean?” asked Mr. Belden, thinking he was willing to face the music.
“Well, you ‘ave a lazy, listless sort of look—begging your pardon, sir—like most of those men who loaf their lives away at the clubs up in London.”
Mr. Belden naturally felt irritated at the fellow’s blunt honesty, but there was no sense in resenting a state of affairs which he had deliberately18 brought down upon himself.
“You look the perfect gentleman, all the same,” added the man; and endeavoring to extract a grain of comfort from this last remark, Mr. Belden thought best to change the subject.
“Do you happen to know,” he asked quite casually19, “of any people here in Windsor named Harris?”
“Oh, yes, sir; there are two young gentlemen named ‘Arris, whose mother died two years back, living in the Little Castle. Do you know them, sir?”
“I know of them.”
“Would you like to call there, sir?”
“No; I’d rather like to see the house, though.”
“It’s a ‘alf a mile back, sir, near the big Castle. We can take it in on our way ‘ome.”
“No; turn round; if it’s all the same to you we’ll go there now;” and this last a little gruffly; for one has to be a good deal of a philosopher to continue on the friendliest of terms with a man that has just informed you that you look listless and lazy.
The driver was rather surprised at Mr. Belden’s changed mood, but the little carriage was turned round promptly20 in obedience21 to orders, and the old horse whipped into a canter.
“Don’t do that,” said Mr. Belden sharply; “there’s no need to hurry and the horse was instantly jerked down to a pace more in accordance with his own ideas of comfort and propriety22.
“Tell me what you know about these Harris boys,” said Mr. Belden imperiously.
“I’m not in the way to know much, sir”—preferring to be civil at any cost than to lose the probable extra shilling “the young un is an Eton boy, and the older one studies up to Hoxford. The old un’s a tough un, they say, but he seems a decent enough sort of fellow.”
“Does the young one live alone here at Windsor?”
“Don’t know about that, sir; but I’ve ‘eard they ‘ave some company from the States this summer. That’s the house yonder, with the pretty terrace and the tower. They calls it the Little Castle.”
Mr. Belden looked in the direction indicated, and—could he believe his eyes!—was there not a familiar little figure coming leisurely23 down the path from the Little Castle, which when it reached the gate in the hedgerow turned in the same direction as they were driving?
“Whip up,” ordered Mr. Belden impatiently, for he wanted to be a little more sure in the matter. Yes, it was certainly Marie-Celeste. There was no mistaking the free, quick step nor the alert bearing.
“Stop!” commanded Mr. Belden, and the carriage came to a standstill with paralyzing abruptness24 “Now, turn your wheel and let me out. There’s your money.”
Instantly perceiving that he had been generously compensated25, the man smiled an appreciative26 “Thank you,” and then watched Mr. Belden stride up the street, with the conclusion that he was “a little off;” but the more “off” the better, he thought, if it meant three half-crowns for a drive of a quarter of an hour.
Marie-Celeste walked briskly on up the hill, and Mr. Belden would have given three half-crowns more with a will to any one who could have told him where she was going. He would prefer to come across her more by accident apparently27 than by running to catch up with her, and when so near, too, to the Little Castle as to suggest that he had probably come to Windsor purposely to see her. If she should happen to turn in at some house, he decided28 he would try to intercept29 her before she rang the bell, so that they might have at least a few moments’ chat, but otherwise he would bide30 his time a little while and see what came of it. She had a sort of portfolio31 under her arm; it was not unlikely she was going to some lesson or other, and if so, alas32! where would the chat come in? But, as you and I happen to know, nothing was farther from Marie-Celeste’s thought that happy summer, withal she was learning so much, than any idea of lessons, and on she went till she vanished from sight through one of the castle gates. Then Mr. Belden quickened his steps, and arrived at the inner side of the same gate just in time to see her disappear within St. George’s Chapel33.
“Which way did that little girl go?” he asked of the sexton, who was vigorously burnishing34 a brass35 memorial tablet just within the doorway36 of the chapel.
“Do you mean Marie-Celeste, sir?”
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“Yes;” but naturally wondering that the man should know her name.
“You are likely to find her right in there, sir,” indicating the direction by a nod of his head. “She was coming in some day to copy off part of the inscription37 from the Prince Imperial’s tomb.”
So this old sexton and Marie-Celeste were evidently on the best of terms, and the child, with her genius for making friends, was probably in the confidence of half of Windsor by this time; and Mr. Belden selfishly wished she would not be so indiscriminate in her friendships.
The “right in there” of the sexton evidently referred to Braye Chapel, within a few feet of the door by which he had entered; and glancing in through the open-work carving38 of the partition enclosing it, he discovered Marie-Celeste seated on a cushion on the floor, her back against the wall, busily writing away on the portfolio on her lap.
Mr. Belden moved noiselessly to the doorway, and stood unobserved, looking down upon her for several seconds, until glancing up for the next sentence in the inscription, she suddenly beheld39 him.
“Why, Mr. Belden!” she cried, transfixed with surprise; “how long have you been there, and wherever did you come from?”
“I have been here about a minute, I should say, and I ran out from London this morning to take a look at old Windsor, and, you see, I have had the good fortune, as I half hoped I should, to run across my little steamer friend.”
“But you wouldn’t have come down to Windsor without coming to see me, Mr. Belden?” and Marie-Celeste, suddenly realizing that her position was not the most dignified in the world, shut the portfolio together and stood up to receive him in more courteous40 fashion.
“Well, to be quite honest, Marie-Celeste,” for the half-truths of conventional acquaintance did not enter into this friendship, “I think I might; I’m nothing of a hand at calling, you know, but I’m awfully41 glad, I can tell you, to have met you just in this way, only you mustn’t let me interrupt you. You keep right on with your copying, and I’ll wander about till you’ve finished.”
“Oh, I had so much rather show you the chapel,” Marie-Celeste said eagerly. “I can finish the copying any time, and I know about it almost as well as the vergers themselves—will you let me?” evidently afraid that he would express a preference for a professional guide.
“Well, I can’t imagine anything more delightful;” for which cordial endorsement42 Marie-Celeste blushed her thanks.
“Well,” she said, very much impressed with the dignity of the opportunity afforded her, “suppose we commence right here with this monument to the Prince Imperial. Of course you will have to let me tell you which are my favorites, and this is one of them. Somehow it seems to me the very saddest monument in all the chapel; but I think it was beautiful in Queen Victoria to have it placed here out of sympathy for the poor French Empress, who had lost everything—husband and kingdom, and, last of all, this brave son; for I think he must have been brave, don’t you, Mr. Belden? The same sort of bravery that Leonard—you remember the ‘Story of a Short Life,’ don’t you?”
“I do, indeed.”
“Well, I mean the same sort of bravery that Leonard would have shown if he had lived to grow up, as he so longed to do, to be a soldier like the Prince. And yet Leonard was just as brave in his own way, wasn’t he? It was the prayer that the Prince wrote in his mass-book that I was copying; it is very beautiful, isn’t it?”
There was no need for Mr. Belden to do aught but look and listen, and drop a word of assent43 now and then, when Marie-Celeste saw fit to impart her information in a somewhat interrogative form; and in this way they went on from monument to monument, giving of course but a passing glance to many and stopping longest, by tacit agreement, at those which had some special charm or attraction for Marie-Celeste.
“This is one of my greatest favorites,” she exclaimed enthusiastically, as they came to the late Dean Wellesley’s monument, in the north aisle44; and she stood in rapt admiration45 looking down at the beautiful recumbent figure. “Isn’t that a glorious face, Mr. Belden?” she said in an earnest, low voice; “and I love what it says about him here on the side—‘Trained in a school of duty and honor’—because his face bears it out, Mr. Belden. It shows, I think, how noble he must have been through and through all his life long.”
“What a little hero-worshipper you are, Marie-Celeste,” said ‘Mr. Belden, looking kindly46 and thoughtfully down at her glowing face.
“Well,” replied Marie-Celeste as thoughtfully, “I don’t see how anybody can help being a hero-worshipper, and doing all they can to be heroes themselves.”
“Well, some people do, Marie-Celeste—I have helped it all my life somehow.”
“Yes; I remember you told me something like that on the steamer; but it’s a great pity, and it seems to me—”
“What seems to you?” for Marie-Celeste hesitated.
“Are you sure you will not mind, for I only mean to be friendly?”
“Surely I will not mind.”
“Well, then, it seems to me I would try to be a hero at one great jump, to make up for all the lost time.”
“And how would you manage it, Marie-Celeste?”
“I believe I would begin to think out some beautiful thing to do with my money before I died.”
“There is a great deal in what you say, dear child,” Mr. Belden replied earnestly, “and I will think about it; and yet, do you know, 1 would not have let anybody else in the world make that suggestion to me;” but significant as this last remark was intended to be, Marie-Celeste, to Mr. Belden’s surprise, paid little heed47 to it; for what difference did that make, so long as, without taking offence, he had allowed her to tell him what was for his own good?
“Isn’t this a beautiful inscription?” she said, pausing for a moment before the monument of George V., the last king of Hanover. “They say he was blind, and that after his death his kingdom became just a part of Germany, and that is the reason they wrote here, ‘Receiving a kingdom which cannot be moved,’ and, ‘In thy light shall he see light.’”
And so the tour of the chapel was at last made; and although his little guide had omitted much historical detail that the professional would have furnished, she had put in with telling force many little points of her own.
When they reached the doorway of the chapel, Mr. Belden stood watch in hand, for he had decided he would take the two-o’clock train back to London, while Marie-Celeste ran on telling how Donald had gone to stay with Chris at Nuneham, and various other matters about Ted1 and Harold that were of more interest to Mr. Belden than she had any idea of. Finally, in breathless, excited fashion, she told of the visit to the Queen she and Albert had made, and of how she had handled with her own hands treasures that had belonged to Madame La Petite Reine. Of course it seemed almost incredible, but then the “incredible” was coming to seem rather a part of Marie-Celeste’s make-up in Mr. Belden’s mind. At last, when he felt that he must not delay another moment, he took leave of her, saying as he went, “Well, as usual you have set me thinking, my little friend,” but as though he were grateful for the same; and Marie-Celeste, turning back to finish the copying of the Prince Imperial’s prayer, wondered in her practical little way if anything would come of the thinking, and if so, if she would ever happen to hear what it was; and yet at the same time not a little sceptical as to any tangible48 result whatsoever49.
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