With some of the other inmates6, things seemed to be anything but easy. Lady Chandos was still invisible; and, by what I could gather, growing daily worse. Mr. Chandos, his lameness7 better, looked bowed down with a weight of apprehensive8 care. Hill was in a state of fume9 and fret10; and the women-servants, meeting in odd corners, spoke11 whisperingly of the figure that nightly haunted Chandos.
What astonished me more than anything was, that no medical man was called in to Lady Chandos. Quite unintentionally, without being able to help myself, I overheard a few words spoken between Hill and Mr. Chandos. That Lady Chandos was dangerously ill, and medical aid an absolute necessity, appeared indisputable; and yet it seemed they did not dare to summon it. It was a riddle12 unfathomable. The surgeon from Hetton, Mr. Dickenson, came still to Mr. Chandos every day. What would have been easier than for him to go up to Lady Chandos? He never did, however; he was not asked to do so. Day after day he would say, "How is Lady Chandos?" and Mr. Chandos's reply would be, "Much the same."
The omission13 also struck on Mrs. Penn. One day, when she had come into my chamber14 uninvited, she spoke of it abruptly15, looking full in my face, in her keen way.
"How is it they don't have a doctor to her?"
"What is the use of asking me, Mrs. Penn? I cannot tell why they don't."
"Do you never hear Mr. Chandos say why?"
"Never. At the beginning of her illness, he said his mother knew how to treat herself, and that she had a dislike to doctors."
"There's more in it than that, I think," returned Mrs. Penn, in a tone of significance. "That surly Hill wont16 answer a single question. All I get out of her is, 'My lady's no better.' Mrs. Chandos goes into the west wing most days, but she is as close as Hill. The fact is--it is very unfortunate, but Mrs. Chandos appears to have taken a dislike to me."
"Taken a dislike to you!"
Mrs. Penn nodded. "And not a word upon any subject, save the merest conversational17 trifles, will she speak. But I have my own opinion of Lady Chandos's illness: if I am right, their reticence18 is accounted for."
Again the tone was so significant that I could but note it, and looked to her for an explanation. She dropped her voice as she gave it.
"I think that the malady19 which has attacked Lady Chandos is not bodily, but mental; and that they, in consequence, keep her in seclusion20. Poor woman! She has had enough trouble to drive her mad."
"Oh, Mrs. Penn! Mad!"
"I mean what I say."
"But did you not have an interview with her when you came?"
"Yes, a short one. Harry21 Chandos was sitting with her, and went out, after a few words to me, staying in the next room. It seemed to me that she was impatient to have him back again: any way, she cut the meeting very short. I am bound to say that she appeared collected then."
Mrs. Penn lifted her hand, glittering with rings, to her brow as she spoke, and pushed slightly back her glowing hair. Her face looked troubled--that kind of trouble that arises from perplexity.
"Allowing it to be as you fancy, Mrs. Penn, they would surely have a doctor to her. Any medical man, if requested, would keep the secret."
"Ah! it's not altogether that, I expect," returned Mrs. Penn, with a curious look. "You would keep it, and I would keep it, as inmates of the family; and yet you see how jealously we are excluded. I suspect the true motive22 is, that they dare not risk the revelations she might make."
"What revelations?"
"You do not, perhaps, know it, Miss Hereford, but there is a sword hanging over the Chandos family," she continued, dropping her voice to a whisper. "An awful sword. It is suspended by a hair; and a chance word of betrayal might cause it to fall. Of that chance word the Chandoses live in dread23. Lady Chandos, if she be really insane, might inadvertently speak it."
"Over which of them?" I exclaimed, in dismay.
"I had rather not tell you which. It lies over them all, so to say. It is that, beyond question, which keeps Sir Thomas in India: when the blow comes, he can battle with it better there than at home. They lie under enough disgrace as it is: they will lie under far greater then."
"They appear to be just those quiet, unpretending, honourable24 people who could not invoke25 disgrace. They--surely you cannot be alluding26 to Miss Chandos's runaway27 marriage!" I broke off, as the thought occurred to me.
"Tush! Runaway marriages are as good as others for what I see," avowed28 Mrs. Penn, with careless creed29. "I question if Miss Chandos even knows of the blow that fell on them. I tell you, child, it was a fearful one. It killed old Sir Thomas; it must be slowly killing30 Lady Chandos. Do you not observe how they seclude31 themselves froth the world?"
"They might have plenty of visitors if they chose."
"They don't have them. Any one in the secret would wonder if they did. Looking back, there's the disgrace that has fallen; looking forward, there's the terrible blow that has yet to fall."
"What is the nature of the disgrace?--what is the blow?"
Mrs. Penn shook her head resolutely32. "I am unable to tell you, for two reasons. It is not my place to reveal private troubles of the family sheltering me; and its details would not be meet for a young lady's ears. Ill doings generally leave their consequences behind them--as they have here. Harry Chandos----"
"There is no ill-doing attaching to him," I interrupted, a great deal too eagerly.
A smile of derision parted the lips of Mrs. Penn. I saw that it must be one of two things--Harry Chandos was not a good man, or else Mrs. Penn disliked him.
"You don't know," she said. "And if you did, Harry Chandos can be nothing to you."
Her light eyes were turned on me with a searching look, and my cheeks went into a red heat. Mrs. Penn gathered her conclusions.
"Child," she impressively said, "if you are acquiring any liking33 for Harry Chandos, dis-acquire it. Put the thought of him far from you. That he may be a pleasant man in intercourse34, I grant; but he must not become too pleasant to you, or to any other woman. Never waste your heart on a man who cannot marry."
"Cannot he marry?"
"No. But I am saying more than I ought," she suddenly added. "We get led on unconsciously in talking, and one word brings out another."
I could have boxed her ears in my vexation. Never, never had the idea of marrying Mr. Chandos crossed my mind; no, not in the wildest dream of dreams. I was a poor dependent governess; he was the presumptive heir to Sir Thomas Chandos.
"To return to what I was saying of Lady Chandos," resumed Mrs. Penn. "Rely upon it, I am right: that she has been suddenly afflicted35 with insanity36. There is no other way of accounting37 for the mystery attaching to that west wing."
I sat down to think when she left me. To think. Could it possibly be true, her theory?--were there sufficient apparent grounds for it? My poor brain--bewildered with the strange events passing around on the surface or beneath the surface, this new supposition one of the strangest--was unable to decide.
Had somebody come in to say I'd had a fortune left me, I could not have been more surprised than when Hill appeared with a gracious face. Lady Chandos's carriage was going into Marden on an errand--would I like the drive there and back? It might be a change for me.
"You dear good Hill!" I cried, in my delight. "I'll never call you cross again."
"Then just please to put your things on at once, and leave off talking nonsense, Miss Hereford," was Hill's reproval.
Again, as before, it was a lovely day, and altogether the greatest treat they could have given me. I liked the drive, and I liked the state it was taken in. A magnificent carriage and horses, powdered servants, and one pretty girl seated inside. Which was ME!
It was a good opportunity to inquire after my lost handkerchief, and I told James to stop at Mrs. Howard's. Accordingly the carriage drew up there the first thing. But the answer was not satisfactory. Mrs. Howard was gone. "On the Continent," they believed.
"When will she be back?" I asked, leaning from the carriage to speak.
The servant girl, rather a dirty one and slipshod, did not know. Not at all, she thought. Mrs. Howard had left for good.
"But does Mrs. Howard not live here? Is not this her house?"
"No, ma'am. She lodged38 here for a little while; that was all."
I don't know why the information struck on my mind as curious, but it did so. Why should she have been there one day, as it were, and be gone the next? It might be all right, however, and I fanciful. Mrs. Penn had said--Mrs. Howard herself had said--she was going to visit her daughter in Brussels. Only I had thought she lived in that house at Marden.
That evening I found I had to dine alone. Mr. Chandos was rather poorly, not able to eat any dinner, Hickens said. How solitary39 it was to me, nobody knows.
Afterwards, when I was sitting at the window in the dusk, he came downstairs. He had been in the west wing nearly all day. Opening his desk, he took out a bundle of letters: which appeared to be what he had come for.
"You must feel lonely, Miss Hereford?"
"A little, sir."
"That 'sir!'" he said, with a smile. "I am sorry not to be able to be down here with you. When I get better, we will have our pleasant times again."
I was standing40 up by the table. He held out his hand to shake mine. Thin and shadowy he always looked, but his face wore a grey hue41 in the dusk of the room.
"I fear you are very ill, sir. Suppose it should be the fever?"
"It is not the fever."
"But how can you tell it is not?"
"Do not be alarmed. It is nothing but--but what I have had before. Good-night, and take care of yourself."
His tone was strangely sad, his spirits were evidently depressed42, and a foreboding of ill fell upon me. It was not lessened43 when I heard that a bed was made up for him in the west wing, that Lady Chandos and Hill might be within call in the night in case of need.
Therefore, when consternation44 broke over the house next morning, I was half prepared for it. Mr. Chandos was alarmingly ill, and a telegraphic express had gone up at dawn for a London physician.
It was so sudden, so unexpected, that none of the household seemed able to comprehend it. As to Hill, she bustled45 about like one demented. A large table was placed at the west wing door, and things likely to be wanted in the sickroom were carried up and put there, ready to her hand.
The physician, a Dr. Amos, arrived in the afternoon, the carriage having been sent to await him at the Hetton terminus. A slight-made man, dressed in black, with a Roman nose, and glasses resting on it. Hickens marshalled him to the door of the west wing, where Hill received him.
He stayed a long while; but they said he was taking refreshments46 as well as seeing his patient. The servants all liked Mr. Chandos, and they stood peeping in doorways47, anxious for the doctor to come out. Hill came down and caught them, a jug48 in hand.
"Hill, do wait a moment and tell me!" I cried, as they flew away. "Does he find Mr. Chandos dangerously ill?"
"There's a change for the better," she answered. "Mr. Chandos will be about again to-morrow or next day. For goodness sake don't keep me with questions now, Miss Hereford!"
Not I. I did not care to keep her after that good news; and I ran away as light as a bird.
The carriage drew up to the portico49 and Dr. Amos came down to it attended by Hickens and Hill. After he passed the parlour-door, I looked out of it, and saw Mr. Dexter come up. He had heard the news of Mr. Chandos's illness, and had come to inquire after him. Seeing the gentleman, who carried physician in his every look, about to step into the carriage, Mr. Dexter had no difficulty in divining who he was. Raising his hat, he accosted50 him.
"I hope, sir, you have not found Mr. Harry Chandos seriously ill?"
"Mr. Harry Chandos is very ill indeed!--very ill!" replied Dr. Amos, who appeared to be a pleasant man. "I fear there are but faint hopes of him."
"Good heavens!" cried the thunderstruck agent when he was able to speak. "But faint hopes? How awfully51 sudden it must have come on!"
"Sudden? Not at all. It has been coming on for some time. He may have grown rapidly worse, if you mean that. In saying but faint hopes, I mean, of course, of his eventual52 recovery. He'll not be quite laid by yet."
Dr. Amos entered the carriage with the last words, and it drove away, leaving his hearers to digest them; leaving me, I know, with a mist before my eyes and pulses that had ceased to beat. Hill's sharp tones broke the silence, bearing harshly upon Mr. Dexter.
"What on earth need you have interfered53 for? Can't a doctor come and go from a place but he must be smothered54 with questions? If you have got anything to ask, you can ask me."
"Why, Mrs. Hill, what do you mean?" remonstrated55 the agent. "I intended no harm, and I have done no harm. But what a pitiable thing about Mr. Chandos!"
"Doctors are not oracles56 always," snapped Hill. "My opinion's as good as his, and I know Mr. Chandos will get better: there's every chance that he'll be about to-morrow. The bad symptoms seem to be going off as sudden as they came on."
"Hill," I whispered, laying hold of her gown as she was flouncing past me, "you say he may be about to-morrow; but will he get well eventually?"
"That's another affair," answered Hill.
"Dr. Amos said it had been coming on a long while," I pursued, detaining her still. "What complaint is it?"
"It's just a complaint that you had better not ask about, for your curiosity can't be satisfied, Miss Hereford," was Hill's response, as she broke away.
Broke away, leaving me. In my dreadful uncertainty57, I went up to Hickens, who was standing still, looking so sad, and asked him to tell me what was the matter with Mr. Chandos.
"I don't know any more than you, Miss. Mr. Chandos has had a vast deal of grief and trouble, and it may be telling upon him. He has looked ill of late."
No comfort anywhere--no comfort. How I got through the day I don't know. It seemed as if I had received my death-knell, instead of he his.
Hill's opinion, in one respect, proved to be a correct one, for the next day Mr. Chandos appeared to the household. He came down about twelve o'clock, looking pale and subdued--but so he often looked--and I must say I could not detect much change in him. Starting from my seat in the oak-parlour, as he entered it, went up to him in the impulse of the moment. He took both my hands.
"Glad to see me again?"
"Yes, I am glad," I whispered, calming down my excitement, and swallowing the intrusive58 tears that had risen. "Mr. Chandos, are you so very ill?"
"Who has been telling you that I am?" he inquired, walking to an arm-chair by help of my shoulder, for his ankle was weak yet, but not releasing me when he had sat down in it.
"I heard Dr. Amos say so. He said----"
"What did he say? Why do you stop?"
I could not answer. I could not disclose the opinion I had heard.
"I suppose you were within hearing when the doctor said he had but faint hopes of me?"
"Yes, I was. But, Mr. Chandos, who could have told you that Dr. Amos said it?"
"I was told," he smiled. "All are not so cautious as you, my little maid."
"But I hope it is not true. I hope you will get well."
"Would it give you any concern if I did not?"
My face flushed as I stood before him. Instead of answering, I bent59 it like a culprit--like a simpleton.
"I may cheat the doctors yet," he said, cheerfully.
"Have you been ill long?"
"I have not been quite well. Anxiety of mind sometimes takes its revenge upon the body."
He moved away to his desk as he spoke, which stood on a side-table. It was quite evident he did not wish to pursue the topic. What could I do but let it drop? Taking up my work, I carried it to the window, while he stood rummaging60 the desk, evidently searching for something. Every individual thing was at length turned out of it and put back again.
"Well, it's very strange!"
"What is it, sir?" That sir! as he would say. But I felt too shy, in my new and all-conscious feeling for him, to discard it entirely61.
He had missed his note-book. One he was in the habit of using for any purpose; as a sort of diary, and also to enter business matters. That he had locked it up in his desk when he last wrote in it, two days ago, he felt absolutely certain.
"Have you left your keys about, sir?"
"I don't know. I generally put them in my pocket. But if I did leave them about, nobody would use them. Our servants are honest."
The book, however, could not be found. Mr. Chandos looked for it, I looked, the servants looked. He said, in a joking sort of manner, that some sleight-of-hand must have been at work; and sat down to write a letter. I saw its address: London, Henry Amos, M.D.
"While making tea for Mr. Chandos in the evening, a discussion arose about the date of Emily's last letter, and I ran to my room to get it. Just within the door I encountered Lizzy Dene, darting62 out with a haste that nearly knocked me down.
"What did you want in my room, Lizzy?"
She murmured some incoherent answer about taking the housemaid's place that evening. A lame3 excuse. All work connected with the chambers63 had to be done by daylight; it was a rule of the house. I had had doubts, vague and indefinable, of Lizzy Dene for some days--that the girl was not altogether what she seemed. She looked red and confused now.
Emily's letter was not to be found. And yet I knew that I had tied it up with two or three others and left the packet in a certain compartment64 of my smaller trunk. Both boxes looked as though they had been searched over, for the things were not as I placed them. But I missed nothing, except the letters. Lizzy was in the gallery now, peering out at the window close by I called to her to come in, and bade her shut the door.
"Boxes opened! Letters gone!" she retorted, in a passionate65 tone--though I had only mentioned the fact. "I have never laid a finger on anything belonging to you, Miss. It's come to a pretty pass if I am to be suspected of that."
"Will you tell me what you were doing in my room, Lizzy?"
"No I wont!" Doggedly66.
"I insist upon knowing: or I shall call Mrs. Hill."
"Well then, I will tell; I can't be hung for it," she returned, with sudden resolution. "I came into your room, Miss, to look for something in the grounds that I thought might come there."
"The ghost?" I said, incautiously.
"So you know of it, Miss!" was her answer. "Yes; it is walking again: and I'm veering67 round to their way of thought. Mrs. Hill has locked up the turret68, so that lookout69 is barred to us."
She pulled open the door with a jerk, and departed. The draught70 of air blew out my frail71 wax taper72, and I went to the window: Lizzy had left the curtains and shutters73 open. I had no fear; it never occurred to me that there could be anything to see. But superstition74 is catching75, and--what did my eyes rest upon?
In the old spot, hovering76 about the entrance to the pine-walk, was a man's shadowy figure; the one I had been told to believe was looked upon as the ghost of Sir Thomas Chandos.
These things can be laughed at in the open day in the broad sunshine. We are ready then to brave ghosts, to acknowledge them to be myths of the fancy, as indisputably as we know the bogies of children to be puppets dressed up to frighten them; but all alone in the darkness the case is different. I was by myself on that vast floor; Lizzy Dene had gone down, the wing-doors were shut, silence reigned77. Once more terror got the better of me, the pacing figure was all too shadowy, and downstairs I flew, crossed the lighted hall, and burst into the oak-parlour to Mr. Chandos.
"Have you been waiting to re-write the letter?" he asked, "oblivious78 that your tea stood here, getting cold!"
I could make no answer just yet, but sank into my seat with a white face.
"You look as though you had seen a ghost," he jestingly said.
And then I burst into tears, just for a moment; the effect no doubt of nervous excitement. Mr. Chandos rose at once, his manner changing to one of tender kindness.
"Has anything alarmed you?"
"I cannot find Madame de Mellissie's letter," was all I answered, feeling vexed79 with myself.
"But that is not the cause of this. Something has frightened you. Come, Miss Hereford; I must know what it is," he concluded, with that quiet command of manner so few resist.
I did not: perhaps did not care to: and told him briefly80 what had occurred. Not mentioning suspicions of Lizzy Dene or what she said; but simply that the woman had opened the door too hastily, thereby81 putting my candle out--and then on to what I had seen.
"It must have been one of the gardeners," he quietly observed. "Why should that have alarmed you?"
That the gardeners never remained in the gardens after twilight82, obeying the strict orders of the house, I knew. "Not a gardener," I answered, "but a ghost." And, taking courage, I told him all I had heard--that a ghost was said to walk nightly in the grounds.
"Whose ghost?" he asked, with angry sharpness.
"Your late father's, sir; Sir Thomas Chandos."
He turned quickly to the mantelpiece, put his elbow on it, and stood there with his back to me. But that his face had looked so troubled, I might have thought he did it to indulge in a quiet laugh.
"Miss Hereford, you cannot seriously believe in such nonsense!"
"No, indeed; not in collected moments; but I was left alone in the dark, and the surprise at seeing some one changed to fright."
"May I inquire from whom you heard this fine tale?"
"From Mrs. Penn first. But the women-servants talk of it. Lizzy Dene confessed she had gone up now to watch for it?"
He turned round quickly. "What do you say? Lizzy Dene went up to watch for it?"
"I was not pleased at finding Lizzy in my room; she has no business to call her there, and I insisted upon knowing what took her to it. At first she would not say, but presently confessed: she had gone to watch for the ghost."
If ever a man's countenance83 betrayed a sickly dread, Mr. Chandos's did then. He went to the door, hesitated, and came back again, as if scarcely knowing what to be about.
"And she saw it?--saw some one walking there? She, and you?"
"I don't think she did; I saw it after she had gone. Oh, Mr. Chandos; I can see you are angry with me! I am very sorry; I----"
"Angry? no," he interrupted, in a gentle tone. "I only think how foolish you must be to listen to anything of the sort. I wish I could have shielded you from this alarm! I wish you had not come just now to Chandos!"
He rang the bell; a loud peal84; and desired that Hill should be sent to him. I had never seen his face so stern as when he turned it upon her.
"Can you not contrive85 to keep the women-servants to their proper occupations, Hill? I hear they are going about the house looking after ghosts."
"Sir! Mr. Harry!"
"Miss Hereford went to her room just now, and found Lizzy Dene at its window. The woman said she was watching for the ghost."
Hill's face presented a picture. She stood more like a petrifaction86 than a living woman. Mr. Chandos recalled her to herself.
"Hill!" was all he said.
"I'll see about it, sir. I'll give that Lizzy Dene a word of a sort."
"I think you had better give her no 'word' at all, in the sense you indicate," returned Mr. Chandos. "Keep the women to their duties below at night, and say nothing. Let the ghost die out, Hill."
"Very well, sir."
"As I daresay it will do, quietly enough. Sit with them yourself, if necessary. And--Hill--there's no necessity to mention anything of this to Lady Chandos."
"But--Mr. Harry----"
"Yes, yes; I know what you would say," he interrupted; "leave that to me."
He went limping out at the hall-door as he spoke. Hill disappeared in the direction of the kitchens, muttering angrily. . "That beast of a Lizzy! If she should get spreading this among the out-door men! I always said that girl brought no good to Chandos."
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