Since she had found out what her rehabilitation2, as Lady Josceline Justice, was going to cost him, she had been very anxious to see him again and make everything clear between him and her. But she could scarcely disclose to the others that she had met him before. Neither Captain Dove nor Jasper Slyne knew anything about him beyond what they had heard from Mr. Jobling. And Mr. Jobling could or would tell her nothing, in reply to a timid question or two she had put to him, beyond the bare fact that she had nothing to fear from the young American's ill-founded claim to her rightful place in the world.
She had been very anxious to see him again. But it had startled and confused her at first to find him, so evidently at home, on the Warder's Tower of Loquhariot. For she could not then, before the others, say anything at all of what was in her mind; and she was afraid that he might unguardedly, on the spur of the moment, reveal their unavoidable joint3 secret.
She could see that he had recognised her at last and that he was no less at a loss than herself. Mr. Jobling's gratuitous4 rudeness to him vexed5 her very much. The old housekeeper6's half-hysterical outbreak surprised her beyond expression. And then he was gone, before she could make up her mind that it was her own proper part to have bidden him stay till something could have been settled.
But when she suggested that to Slyne he pooh-poohed the idea as absurd, and told her she ought to be very glad to have got rid of her rival so easily.
He himself was in high glee over that unexpected outcome of Mr. Jobling's brusquely peremptory7 method with the interloper, and Captain Dove's face wore a triumphant8 grin. Mr. Jobling himself seemed inclined to be sulky with her, but the other two only laughed at his petulance9.
"We've got possession!" said Slyne exultantly10, "and that's nine points of the law, as you ought to know. If she hadn't taken the fellow's part he might have been more inclined to stand his ground. But now—up drawbridge and down portcullis! We'll hold the fort here, till that old Chancery Court of yours comes away with its final decision."
Captain Dove poked11 the portly lawyer in the short ribs12. "Buck13 up, old rarebit!" he begged. "Don't look so glum14. This is home, sweet home now. Come on down below and I'll get you some sort of a bracer from that sour-faced old Scotch15 hag with the keys. My mouth feels just as if it were made of blotting-paper, too."
"But you must go very slow yet, Dove," Slyne cautioned the elated seaman16 as he turned toward the stairway. "Don't go too fast. We aren't safely enough settled yet to—"
Captain Dove paused to look him between the eyes with a mirthless, meaning laugh.
"This is my adopted daughter's castle now, Mister Slyne," said he. "When we want any advice from you about how we're to behave in it—or anything else—we'll let you know. D'ye see?"
Slyne's lips parted and closed again. He had evidently thought better of giving voice to any retort, however effective.
"After you," he remarked politely, since Captain Dove still stood blocking the stairway and grinning fixedly18 back at him. "I must send down to the inn for Ambrizette and our baggage at once. It will soon be quite dark."
Sallie followed them slowly, like one in a dream, and Mr. Jobling came last. As they reached the circular hall below, Mrs. M'Kissock, still much perturbed19, came hurrying in from the corridor.
"Mr. Carthew has gone, my lady," she said, dropping Sallie another deep curtsey, "and if your ladyship will be pleased to rest here for a little, it will not be long till the West Wing is all in order. I have only two maids to help me, with the castle empty so long, but I have sent down to the village for more, and maybe your ladyship will excuse—"
Sallie went up to her and took hold of the two trembling hands clasped tightly together against a jingling20 silver chatelaine.
"Janet," she said softly, and the agitated21 old woman looked gratefully up into her grave, wistful eyes, "I think you and I are going to be good friends, Janet," she said, "because—we have both been so lonely. And I want you not to worry yourself about anything. There's no hurry, and we'll be quite content here till you have everything arranged as you wish."
"I thank you kindly22, my lady," answered Mrs. M'Kissock, and curtsied again, and was going off about her business, when Slyne signed to her to wait a moment and drew Sallie toward the door.
"I'll have to go into a number of matters with you," said he condescendingly to the old housekeeper. "To save Lady Josceline trouble, you'll get all your instructions from me."
Mrs. M'Kissock looked mutely to her new mistress for refutation or confirmation23 of his right to claim her services so; and Sallie could not but nod as she recalled with a strange, new pang24 the promise she had made in Genoa, and the lengthy25 document she had signed in the H?tel de Paris.
"This is Mr. Jasper Slyne, Janet," said she, "and—"
"Her ladyship's future—" Slyne was about to explain the importance of his position there when Captain Dove interposed.
"Slyne!" he called across the hall. "If there's nothing to drink in the house, whoever goes down to the inn for our baggage had better bring up—"
But Slyne had already got Mrs. M'Kissock out into the corridor.
"I'll send something in at once. Try to keep him quiet for a little," he said to Sallie, and she, having carefully closed the door, went back toward the fireplace to pacify26 the old man.
A few minutes later a pink-complexioned, flaxen-haired maid came tripping demurely28 in, with a great silver salver on which was set such an array of decanters that Captain Dove at once became most amiable30 again.
"And I will bring tea for your ladyship now," said the maid in her quaint31 Highland32 accent. "It was the other gentleman that told me to bring this first."
"That was quite right," Sallie reassured34 her, and asked her name.
"It is Mairi, my lady," the girl answered with a shy, gratified smile, and was very soon back with a beautiful service of Sèvres and a steaming urn17.
Mr. Jobling virtuously35 declined Captain Dove's cordial invitation to help himself to a decanter, and asked Sallie for a cup of weak tea. At which the old man was still cackling discordantly36 when Slyne came in again a few minutes later.
"That's an obstinate37 old baggage!" said he, obviously incensed38. "You must tell her, Sal—Lady Josceline, that she's to attend to my orders without any more back-talk."
Captain Dove turned in his armchair before the fire.
"That woman's my adopted daughter's housekeeper now, Mister Slyne," said he, frowning darkly. "And I'll trouble you not to interfere39 in what's no concern of yours. You're only a visitor here, you know."
Slyne darted40 a black glance at him, but did not answer him otherwise. "I told her to get your mother's rooms ready for you," he mentioned to Sallie. "And Ambrizette will be there by the time you'll want her.
"That fellow Carthew has gone off to the inn," he remarked to Mr. Jobling. "I expect he'll be busy by now wiring Bolder & Bolder the news."
"That won't do him any good," Mr. Jobling returned. "And, even if he had any case to go on with, there's nothing more they could do for him until the Hilary Sittings come on—very nearly a fortnight yet. As it is, he hasn't a leg left to stand on. You heard what old Gaunt said to her ladyship."
"There's no fear of anything getting into the newspapers prematurely41, is there?" asked Slyne.
"I told Spettigrew to keep everything quiet," the lawyer answered complacently42. "And, besides, they're all full to overflowing43 about the election that's coming on."
"I wonder if anyone ever wades44 through all the lurid45 twaddle they print at such times?" said Slyne, apparently46 pleased. And they two maintained a desultory47 conversation, to which Sallie only listened when it now and then veered48 back to matters which might affect Carthew or herself, until a sonorous49 gong began to sound in the corridor.
As its increasing thunder suddenly disturbed the cloistral50 quiet, Captain Dove, comfortably settled in his armchair beside the fire with a black clay pipe, started up in alarm and spilled the contents of the glass in his hand.
"What the devil are they about out there!" he ejaculated irascibly. "I'll blow a hole through that infernal tom-tom if they don't drop it."
"Time to dress for dinner," Slyne explained with a tolerant smile, and, rising, rang the bell. "Our rooms will be ready by now, I expect. But there's no hurry. All you need to change is your waistcoat."
"Damn nonsense!" snorted Captain Dove, and reaching for a decanter, was liberally refilling his glass when the girl Mairi answered the bell.
"Show her ladyship to her own rooms," Slyne directed. And Sallie followed the demure29, flaxen-haired maid very eagerly.
On her way to the West Wing she could not but notice the change which had come over the place. A pleasant atmosphere of ordered activity seemed to pervade51 the vast building. There were men as well as women-servants busy everywhere. Light and warmth and life had put to flight the darkness and desolation which had come down with the dusk on its emptiness. She gave herself up for the moment to a delicious, childish sensation of snugness52 and safety there. And when she at length reached the open door of the splendid suite53 which, Mrs. M'Kissock had told her, had once been her mother's, she felt that she could not, after all, grudge54 the price she must pay by and by for her glimpse of home.
Ambrizette, with rolling eyes and open mouth, had everything in readiness for her in her dressing-room, for the hideous55 dwarf56 was indeed a very efficient femme de chambre. Within half an hour Sallie had had her bath and was dressed again, in the same frock that she had worn at the Savoy. She patted the dumb black creature on the head before turning away from the glass, and paused on the threshold to glance back into the cosy57, fire-lit room with eyes which had grown unaccountably dim.
She found Mairi in the main hall, demurely flirting58 with one of the footmen whom Mrs. M'Kissock had conjured59 up, and Mairi showed her into a luxurious60 drawing-room where Slyne was standing61, hands in pockets, before a cavernous, marble-faced fireplace in which a veritable bonfire of logs was cheerily crackling.
His eyes lighted up as she entered. The mirrors about the walls seemed to frame innumerable pictures of her as she crossed the slippery, age-blackened floor toward the big bearskin rug which made an oasis62 before the fire. He held out his hands to her, dumbly. And just at that moment Mr. Jobling appeared in the doorway63, trumpeting64 into his handkerchief.
Captain Dove arrived shortly after him, under convoy65 of a scared housemaid who, it seemed, had found him astray in some far corner of the castle and whom he had impressed into his service as guide. The gongs resounded66 again, just in time to drown his added denunciation of the oak floor, on which he had all but come to grief as soon as he set foot on it. The folding-doors at one end of the long room were pulled apart and a resonant67 voice announced ceremoniously that dinner was served. Slyne offered Sallie an arm a second or two in advance of the slower Jobling, and, as she laid a light hand on his sleeve, led her into the banquet-hall.
"I told them we'd dine here to-night, although there are lots of more modern rooms," he mentioned to her, and frowned in helpless annoyance68 as Captain Dove, following, gave vent69 to a very audible whistle.
A butler and four tall footmen, all in tartan kilts and full-dress doublets, were at their places about a table resplendent with silver displayed with old-fashioned profusion70. Rare crystal and fine foreign glassware flashed and sparkled under the shaded lights standing on damask like snow, to which hot-house fruit and flowers added an exquisite71 note of colour. In the dim background, barely visible in the faint firelight, hung faded tapestries72 with, here and there, some portrait or pair of horns. There seemed to be a small gallery at the farther end of the hall. The unceiled rafters overhead were also almost in darkness.
Sallie, glancing about her with eager, delighted eyes, paused on the way to the table to peer through a pane73 of plate-glass let into the panelling over one mantel.
"That's the famous Fairy Horn, Lady Josceline," said Mr. Jobling officiously. "But—you haven't heard the old Jura legend yet, I suppose?" He coughed in his most important manner.
"Well,—the Fairy Horn is said to have been presented to one of your ancestors a very long time ago by the White Lady—the family ghost; every real old Scots family, you know, has a private ghost of its own. And the horn carried with it the privilege, to him or any succeeding chief of the clan74, of summoning the White Lady, on three occasions, to fulfil any wish so urgent as to be worth the price of her help. For, every time she does show up, the head of the family dies. So that—the Fairy Horn has only been sounded twice, I've been told, during the centuries which have passed since then; and—on each occasion the wish expressed has been duly fulfilled, at the price of the chieftain's life."
Captain Dove turned restlessly in the chair on which he had scarcely sat down. Sallie knew that he was intensely superstitious75, as so many seamen76 are, and that that shadowed hall would be the last place in which he would be willing to hear ghost-stories.
"Huh!" said he, irritably77. "I don't believe a word of it, anyhow. What are we waiting for now? Gimme some soup, or something, you!"
He was still scowling78 over his shoulder at a surprised servant when, in an instant, there rose from behind the tapestry79 in a dark corner a low, moaning wail80 which swelled81 and sank and swelled again to a bitter, blood-curdling shriek82. Captain Dove's face blanched83 as he pushed his chair from under him and sprang to his feet, armed with the nearest available weapon, a table-knife. The servant behind him had stepped back, in obvious alarm.
A man came striding out of the dusk in the distant corner, and, as he marched proudly up the room, the blare of the bagpipes84 over his shoulder seemed to make the very rafters ring. Twice he encircled the table, and then passed out of sight by the farther door.
Captain Dove had sat down again, grinding his teeth audibly. To cover his confusion, Sallie turned to the butler behind her chair, and, "What tune85 was that?" she asked, pleasantly.
Her face flushed as the Highlandman86 answered, in careful English, "It will be none other than the Welcome to Jura that your ladyship's head-piper would play this night."
She would have been even happier in her wonderful new home if she had not thought of Justin Carthew again at that moment, and of the difference her coming had made to him. She wished that she had been able to tell him at once, on the Warder's Tower, what was once more in her mind as she looked lovingly round the banquet-hall of Loquhariot—from which she had ousted87 him. She could not forget how gallantly88 he had faced fate at every turn, always making little of his own share in the tragic89 happenings which had involved them both.
She felt that she could not rest until she had set herself right with him, and made up her mind that as soon as dinner was over, she would ask Mairi or Mrs. M'Kissock to send a message down to the inn for her.
But dinner, under such conditions, was a long business. And, although both Mr. Jobling and Jasper Slyne did their best to make the time pass pleasantly for her, she was very glad when a message the butler brought her gave her an excuse for leaving the table a little before she would otherwise have got away.
She had hoped to escape alone, but Slyne had overheard what the man had said and accompanied her to the hall, where the old housekeeper was awaiting her.
"What's all this, Mrs. M'Kissock?" he asked, somewhat sharply. "And—who's Mr. Herries?"
"Mr. Herries is the factor in charge of the estates, sir," she answered, "and some of her ladyship's tenantry have come up from the village with him to offer her welcome. It was not my place to turn them away from the door without word from her ladyship's self."
"Oh, no," said Sallie, her eyes aglow90 and a sudden lump in her throat to think that her own folk were making her welcome. "I must see them, Janet. I must thank them—"
Slyne frowned, but made no further demur27 as Mrs. M'Kissock gave orders to open the doors.
The glare of the torches half-blinded Sallie as she stepped out; and she halted beneath the portcullis. But she saw an old man alone on the drawbridge and went on alone toward him. He doffed91 his Highland bonnet92 to her and bowed with old-fashioned deference93. Then he looked her in the face for a moment or two, very keenly, while she returned his searching glance with happily smiling eyes which had nothing to hide from him. And all the time the pipers in the background were blowing their best.
He held up a trembling hand to them, and the shrill94 music ceased. The sputter95 of the torches was the only sound that broke the stillness until he spoke96.
"Lady Josceline Justice?" he asked, and, as Sallie nodded, still smiling, "I am Ian Herries," he told her, "factor of Loquhariot and your ladyship's humble97 servant. I had no news of your ladyship's coming or I would have been here in time to say welcome home on behalf of your ladyship's tenantry and myself."
"Oh, thank you, Mr. Herries," said Sallie, in a shy and very tremulous voice whose tone changed suddenly to one of urgent alarm. "But—you're ill. You must come in and rest.
"Oh, Jasper—"
The old man had almost collapsed98, but Slyne hurried forward in time to save him from falling.
"I'll see to Mr. Herries," said he, with a great air of sympathy, and helped the sick man indoors.
Sallie looked a little uncertainly after him, and then faced the flickering99 torches alone again. The silent scrutiny100 of all the eyes regarding her was something of an ordeal101, but she went bravely on across the drawbridge.
She did not notice the nip in the air, but some one among the assemblage had wrapped her about in a heavy plaid and drawn102 back before she could see who it was.
"Your ladyship will find the Jura tartan as warm as the welcome we all wish your ladyship," said a stalwart, bearded mountaineer, who had stepped to the front to speak for his fellows; and, as she smiled shy but very contentedly103 up into his scarlet104 face, he bent105 his head above the hand she had held out to him.
One after another the hill-men and fisherfolk of the village filed past her then, each with some stammered106 salutation, in difficult English or guttural Gaelic. And for each she had a shy, grateful smile and a word of thanks, until at the last came Justin Carthew and had also stooped and kissed her hand before she could prevent him.
He would have passed on like the others but that she, blushing hotly, begged him to wait. For Janet M'Kissock had come to her shoulder to say that at the Jura Arms in the village would be provided a loving-cup in which all might drink her ladyship's health, as was proper on such an occasion, and had brought out the big, silver-mounted hunting-quaich in which every new Earl of Jura had pledged his people on his accession.
The butts107 of the torches had been flung in a heap on the ground before the girl, and formed a fiery108 pyramid between her and the waiting throng109.
She lifted up the drinking-horn, her eyes very bright, and cried at the pitch of her clear, sweet voice a single, strangely-sounding word in the Gaelic, that Janet M'Kissock had whispered to her once or twice. And the sudden, thunderous roar of response that rang out in answer, as if from a single throat, awoke wild echoes among the surrounding hills.
"Your ladyship will come inbye now," begged Mrs. M'Kissock, as the pipes struck up again at the head of the gathering110 on its way back to the village.
But, "Just in a minute, Janet," said Sallie, "I'm quite warm. And—you needn't wait."
The bonfire before her was burning low in spite of the wind which had just begun to blow and promised to freshen. She stayed beside it, watching, until all but Carthew were gone. And then she turned to him, the tears very near her eyes and her starved heart almost satisfied.
"Oh, Mr. Carthew," she said timidly, "I wanted to tell you at once how sorry I am about—everything. I had no idea at all, when you told me on the Olive Branch—"
"Of course not," said Justin Carthew concisely111.
"And Mr. Jobling was so—abrupt; and—I didn't know what to do. Won't you please forgive me; I had no idea—"
"I was pretty much taken aback myself," said Justin Carthew, and laughed a little, though not very merrily. "But—I'm all right again now. And you mustn't worry about me, please. I'm all right, again, and—"
"You'll wait for a little?" she interrupted, she was so eager to reassure33 him. "I can't help being who I am, but—if you will only wait for a little, everything will turn out all right for you, too."
She could see that he was puzzled.
"I can't explain," she went on hurriedly, afraid that he would demand explanation. "But I want you to give me a little time, if you will. I want you not to go away. If you will just wait—for only three months—everything will turn out all right for you in the end."
"But—how—" he was beginning, when she cut him short again.
"I can't explain," she repeated. "Only—you once promised that I might ask you to do anything I wanted. Will you not just wait here, and trust me—for only three months? And then you'll understand."
He looked helplessly about him.
"I'll wait here—and trust you—all the rest of my life," he said, "if you say so. And then I'll still be in your debt."
"All I ask is my three months," she told him gravely. "And then—"
He looked his utter perplexity.
"You don't mean that you're Lady Josceline Justice only for the time being?" he asked, his forehead wrinkled.
"Oh, no," she answered assuredly. "I'll be Lady Josceline Justice all my life. And—you'll keep your promise?"
"I'll keep my promise," he affirmed. "I'll wait here and trust you for three months—and for the rest of my life, if you say so."
She smiled at him, very contentedly. "I'm going to be very happy here now," she said, and looked round. She had heard Slyne's voice, calling her. She could see him beyond the drawbridge gazing blindly out into the darkness.
"Good night," she said to Carthew. But she did not go in until he had swung himself into the saddle and ridden away, always looking back.
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