“I suppose you’re riding Gambler to-day?” Major Bunbury was saying to some one in the hall.
“No,” replied Lady Susan, speaking rather quickly and indistinctly, “I’m riding Mr. Glasgow’s old horse, Solomon, you know. He came over last night. I’ve always wanted to try him.”
“Hugh’s riding that grey,” she went on; “it’s quite absurd. He can’t do anything{143} with him, and he only makes an exhibition of himself.”
“Oh, the horse is all right now,” replied Bunbury, lowering his voice; “he was very green that first day that Hugh rode him.”
“Very well,” she said, “you’ll see. He won’t take that horse across two fences to-day.”
Bunbury passed on out of the hall door, and left Lady Susan standing8 on the doorstep. She looked up at the cold blue and uncertain grey of the sky, and out at the ruffled9 and hazy10 sea, the strong light showing lines of sleeplessness11 about her eyes; then, turning back into the house, she met her husband. She did not suppose that he had overheard her, yet she was aware of something in his lonely face that she did not care to look at. She went to the table and took up her gloves without speaking.
“Hullo!” she exclaimed, “there’s a letter here that came for you. I found it on the floor one night, and didn’t think it worth{144} sending on. Some one has shoved it behind the card-tray.”
Hugh looked at the vulgar and rambling12 handwriting, and mechanically tore open the envelope. It was a letter clearly written in close and crooked13 lines, and its purport14 appeared to be a confused complaint of “persecution15” received from the hounds in connection with the covert16 of Cahirdreen. Hugh read on with a frowning brow. In other days he would have asked his wife to come and read it over his shoulder, but that time seemed now very far away.
Glasgow’s name appeared in the letter, with more complaints of persecution; he hardly tried to understand what it was all about. All at once his wife’s name seemed to leap out from the paper, and to sink back, indelible, irrevocable, linked to Glasgow’s by two or three gross and barbarous phrases, by a warning not less crude, by a cunning treatment of the matter as one of common knowledge. There was no signature, nothing to suggest its connection with the{145} dead hand that still clutched the broken reed when Tom Quin’s body was taken from the pond.
Hugh raised his eyes and looked at his wife, tasting in that moment the transcendent anguish17 of the mind that once or twice in a lifetime teaches the body what suffering can be. She was buttoning her glove, standing tall and straight in the light from the open door, in all the spotless austerity of her black habit and white tie. She seemed far out of the reach of accusation18, yet, as he took in every well-known line, forgotten things rose up against her in an evil swarm19. His belief in her was falling with the fall of a strong and shading tree; he clung to it even as it fell; and all the while she stood and buttoned the glove across her white wrist.
At half-past eleven a misty20 fog was drifting loosely up from the south-west on the shoulders of the thaw21, and the group of riders outside the cover of Cahirdreen began to turn up their collars. It was a small{146} group, and an eye accustomed to the usual muster22 would have noticed at once the absence of Mr. Glasgow; he was one of the people whose presence makes itself felt in all the varied23 fortunes of a day’s hunting. As the minutes passed, and the horses nibbled24 idly at the gorse in the fence, the dispensary doctor closed the top of his flask with a snap, and remarked facetiously25 that he supposed business must sometimes come before pleasure, even with railway contractors26.
Lady Susan was at a little distance, apparently28 absorbed, as was her wont29, in attentiveness30 to what was going on in covert. At the laugh that followed Dr. Hallahan’s remark, she moved away, and rode slowly along the edge of the wood. She was on Solomon, who had already taken full note of a lighter31 hand, a lighter weight, and the absence of spurs: he had had ideas about bucking32 on the road to testify his appreciation33 of these things, but on finding that Lady Susan had also ideas of her own{147} on the subject, he had made up his mind to treat her with respect. She rode on round the top of the covert, and stationed herself on its farther side; Solomon stood like a rock, with his brown roach back humped against the cold mist.
The hounds had been put in at the lower end of the wood, and were working through it, so far without result. As before, when Cahirdreen had been drawn34, Danny-O was not to be found when the time came for him to take the hounds through the covert, and the master, on his grey horse, was riding up a track in the heart of the wood, where the mist had as yet scarcely made its way, and the silence dwelt like a spirit. The horse went ever more slowly among the slender stems of the fir-trees, sharing in the lethargy conveyed by the slack rein35 and the loose leg of his rider, while the hounds were pushing well ahead through the briars and the bracken, leaving Hugh behind. A straggler or two passed him by, with a wary36 eye on the whip, not realizing, as the house{148} dog so readily does, that human beings have preoccupations in which dogs can be ignored.
It was some time before Hugh noticed the fact that there was somebody near him in the wood—a figure moving among the trees at a little distance. The Scotch37 firs and larch38 had been thinned out here for sale to the contractor27 of the new railway line, and the wood was more open. The figure was that of an old man, who seemed to be advancing in a direction parallel with Hugh. Sometimes the misty fog blotted39 him out, sometimes the grouping of the tree-stems conspired40 to hide him; he went onward41 as if fitfully; the moments when he was lost to sight scarcely accounted for his reappearances farther on. He shuffled42 like an infirm man, yet his progress through the undergrowth was so steady that it seemed as if he were walking on a path. Irritated at length by the persistent43 espionage44, Hugh called to him to ask what he was doing in the covert. He received no reply, and the mist{149} crept in between them. When it cleared again the old man was crossing an open space fifty yards away. Hugh noticed the profound melancholy45 of his bent46 head, the yellow paleness of his cheek. Even while something familiar about him vexed47 Hugh’s memory, like an evil dream half-forgotten, he appeared to stumble, and fell with out-spread arms and without a sound into some unseen hollow or ditch. Hugh pressed the grey horse through the briars and under the branches till he reached the spot; he pulled up abruptly48 as he found himself at the edge of a disused sandpit. There were a few rocks flung about at the bottom of it, with the briars growing among them; a rabbit came up out of them, and scuttled49 to its burrow50 in the sand at the sound of the horse’s tread; nothing else whatever was there.
Hugh put his hand to his head and wondered if he were going mad. Then, quite unexpectedly, his knees began to tremble, and the breath of the unknown entered into{150} him, cowing the conventions and disbeliefs of ordinary life. At the same instant a hound began to throw his tongue in the covert, two or three more joined, and the grey horse turned of himself to get back to the path. As if through a dark atmosphere of foreboding and doom51 Hugh heard the whimpers strengthen to yells in all the wild and animal and mundane52 delight of hunting; he moved mechanically on, while the borders of existence became immeasurable about him, and his unhappiness stretched out into all futurity. There was a rustle53 in the undergrowth near him, and a fox slipped across the path and away among the trees towards the fence that bounded the wood. It was silver-grey, with black ears and paws, its eyes as it glanced at Hugh were like topazes, and seemed full of the cold lore54 of unearthly things. The thrill went again from Hugh’s heart to his throat, and died away in a sickly chill.
“Damn it all!” he broke out suddenly, “what am I afraid of? I’m going to break{151} my neck—that’s what it is—and the sooner the better.”
An old hound came working and yelping55 up through the dead bracken; she flung up her head with a long shriek56 of excitement as she crossed the path; half-a-dozen others rushed to her well-known cry, and went streaming past on the line. The grey horse was quivering and hopping57 from leg to leg with excitement. Hugh could feel his heart beating up through the saddle.
“All right, you devil,” he said, turning him through the trees at a trot58; “you’ll get a skinful of it now.”
The bank was blind and high, and the last hounds were struggling over it with difficulty; Hugh rode along it for a hundred yards or so at a canter, with branches hitting him in the face, till he found a place that seemed possible, and sent the horse at it with a cruel dig of the spurs. In three big bounds the grey was at the fence, the fourth landed him on top among briars and furze, and a drop of seven or eight feet{152} into a marshy59 hollow was revealed. Lady Susan’s handling had not been lost on the grey; he kept his head up, and jumped out like a stag, landing clear of the rotten ground, and collecting himself in a moment with his eye on the hounds. Hugh sat him loosely and recklessly; what he felt was not pleasure, yet it was not wholly removed from it. He had, at all events, the fierce and bitter satisfaction of taking his weaker nature by the throat, and keeping it down, even to the death that every fibre was expectant of.
One other rider had seen the hounds going away. As Hugh turned down the hill, with the pack already three fields ahead, he saw through the mist that a lady on a brown horse had got away on good terms with them from the first. It was his wife, on Glasgow’s horse. The rest of the field were left at the wrong side of the covert, ignorant of the fact that the fox had gone away, and, from the line that he had taken, not likely to know for some time.{153} Certainly Hugh was not in the mood to remember their existence. He took the grey horse by the head and galloped60 him at a loose stone wall. They were over with a send and a swoop61, and Hugh began to lose the cold trembling in his knees, and to feel again the forgotten grip and swing. Somewhere in the back of his heart he was afraid, but sinister62 clouds of fatalism and heats of jealousy63 were between him and that latent and irresponsible treachery of the nerves.
The hounds were running hard, down towards the railway, and Lady Susan was going at her ease with them on Solomon. They flashed across it, and Hugh saw his wife ride unhesitatingly at the stark64 bog65 drain, that was the only fence of the unfinished line. The old horse jumped it like a four-year-old, and as he scrambled66 up the embankment Lady Susan looked back: the mist was creeping down the hill, but Hugh knew that she could not mistake the grey horse. He swore to himself that he would{154} show her that he was as good a man as Glasgow, his horse as good as Glasgow’s; the most primitive68 and animal of human hatreds69 had taken hold of him, and was disfiguring mind and face like a possession of the devil.
In a minute the hoofs70 of the grey were thudding on the railway sleepers71, but in that minute the hounds and Lady Susan had slipped away again; he felt that if they got any farther from him he would lose them in the mist. The going was heavy and the banks rotten in the boggy72 lowlands beyond the line. He took no care to pick his way, but rode wildly through swampy73 patches and over rocks muffled74 in furze, in pursuit of the flying shadow that the mist was momently hiding from him. It was not the way to get safely over a bad country. In the next five minutes the grey horse had twice been nearly down, and his white nose was black with bog mud; he had given up pulling, yet he was going at his best, strong and free, and his ears{155} were pricked75 as gallantly76 as ever towards his work.
They had galloped perhaps three miles, and were bending back again towards the railway; Hugh was nearer to his wife by a hundred yards as he came with a heavy drop into a lane up which the hounds were running, and thundered up it in her wake, neither knowing nor caring where he was. The fact that they suddenly recrossed the railway by a level crossing conveyed to him no sense of locality. He was possessed77 by the passion to let his wife see that he was not afraid; to leave her and her borrowed horse behind; and, having gained that miserable78 joy, to be killed before her eyes. He was as nearly mad as presentiment79, physical excitement, and the burning pain of jealousy could make him, and the grey horse was finding it out.
With a heave and a scramble67 they were out of the lane and over a bank; it was uphill now, in heather and rough ground, and the grey was puffing80 audibly as he{156} answered the relentless81 spur. The mist thickened on the higher levels, Lady Susan and the hounds were suddenly lost to sight, and, after a minute or two of fruitless galloping82, Hugh pulled up and listened, with his pulses thumping83 and his mouth dry. A curlew whistled overhead, a trembling crescent of sound, then, high up the hill to his left, he heard again the cry of the hounds. He rode to it desperately84, skirting a high furzy knoll85, and at the other side caught sight of the pack beginning to run fast again after a check, and his wife was still near them. He saw Solomon slip over a bank and ditch with all the seeming ease of a clever horse well ridden, and he cursed him and his rider aloud. The paltry86 blasphemy87 went out into the wind and mist, and was swallowed up in their large and pure philosophy, and it had scarcely left his lips when the greyness that blurred88 the hill-top became thinner as it drifted, and he saw three tall Druid stones stand out against the sky.{157}
Immediately some remembrance, vague yet urgent, drove its way into the blind and single resolve of his mind. It was grouse-shooting long ago,—the grey horse took down half a loose wall with him as he jumped, and Hugh chucked him in the mouth and hit him—a man had spoken to him that day about something connected with those stones, he had seen that man again lately—quite lately—there was something horrible about it all.—Come up, horse! why the devil can’t you look where you’re going?—and yet it eluded89 him. Then it came, like the dart90 of a snake out of a ruined wall. It was old Dan Quin, who was dead, whom he had seen in the covert; it was Dan Quin who had spoken to him out grouse-shooting; he had pointed91 to those stones and told him—— Oh, God! his wife was within a hundred yards of the place! He shouted her name with his utmost strength. She did not hear him; she was cantering Solomon up the field, and the hounds were crossing a fence above her,{158} beside the lean and crooked emblems92 of the Druids.
The grey horse was blowing and gulping93, yet he answered the furious spurring. Hugh shouted again and again, with his eyes straining after his wife’s figure; in the white light of that agony he knew his love for her and his helplessness to save her. She turned Solomon at the fence beside the Druid stones; it was a big bank, with withered94 branches of thorn-bushes masking its outline, and she sent him at it hard. The old horse jumped on to it like a cat, seemed to stagger and hesitate, and they both were gone.
The grey felt his rider relax and sway, but being young he did not understand what it meant: he was nearing a bank that he felt he could not jump, but the dread95 of the spur was present with him. He did his best, and but for a rotten take-off he might possibly have scrambled over. As it was, his knees took the bank, his hindquarters flew up, and he turned a somer-{159}sault, falling over into the next field. Hugh was shot from his back and pitched on his head and shoulder beside the horse. The latter struggled to his feet, but Hugh rolled convulsively to one side with an inarticulate sound, and lay still.
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knoll
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paltry
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blasphemy
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blurred
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