It was not so dark that the girl, who had halted a couple of yards away, could fail to see the smile accompanying the words. Symington’s was by no means an ill-looking countenance1, though forty years, half of them strenuous2 after a fashion, had blurred3 the fineness of the well-shaped features; it would have been attractive, admirable even, but for something in the eyes, something about the mouth, under the nicely trimmed tawny4 moustache, that is not to be fully5 described by the word covetous6. His was a face that no wise man would regard without doubts, that no wise woman would trust. Symington was tall and broad-shouldered, but in the light of day he had a softish look, and one imagined him as a “fat man” in the years soon to come. He was no hard-working farmer. White Farm had come p. 45to him for lack of a worthier7 and fitter heir, his two brothers having died not long before his father, and there were honest people in the neighbourhood who would tell you that the good old property was already on the road to ruin. Symington’s record was that of a man who had seen a good deal of life in different parts of the world, and learned little worth knowing, who had frequently touched the skirts of Fortune but never captured her, and who had gambled away more hours than he had toiled8. And now, at forty, he was probably nearer to Fortune than he had ever been, and certainly nearer to love, as he understood it. For in Kitty Carstairs he had nothing to gain but youthful sweetness and fresh beauty; indeed, in a material sense, the possession of her was going to cost him dear—if he kept his bond with the contemptible9 John Corrie.
“Aren’t you going to shake hands?” he asked again.
“Please open the gate,” said Kitty, “or I must go home another way.”
“It’s a lovely night, and your aunt knows I’m looking after you. I want to have a talk with you, Kitty.”
She sighed. “I’m very tired—too tired to listen to any one. Please let me go.”
p. 46“I won’t keep you long, and we can find a nice dry seat in the wood, since you’re so tired. Come, you needn’t be shy with me, Kitty—”
“Are you going to open the gate?” she coldly asked.
“Immediately, if you’ll promise—”
He turned sharply. Some one had come out of the little wood, and was crossing the road.
“Is that you, Miss?”
“Can ye no’ get the gate open?” the postman inquired, as though no Symington had been there. He came forward and laid a hand on the bolt.
“I’m thinking Miss Carstairs is due home by now,” Sam said coolly. “What do ye say, Miss?”
“Miss Carstairs is in my charge, you interfering13 fool!”
“No, no, Sam; I’m not!—and I want to get home at once.”
“Stand aside—for you!” exclaimed Symington in a fury. With an ugly laugh and a curse he drove his fist at the little man’s face, sending p. 47him down in a heap. “That’s to go on with,” he said, and strolled off.
Sam was already rising, holding his aching jaw16. Inwardly he was raging, but all he said then was, “All right, Miss. My turn’ll maybe come. And now I’ll be seeing ye home.”
She caught his arm, for he seemed in need of support.
“Ye’re trembling, Miss,” he remarked, “and no wonder. Never mind; it’s all over now. But I’d just like to hear ye say ye didna think me too interfering-like.”
“Oh,” she said earnestly, “I don’t know what I’d have done if you hadn’t come. I’ll be grateful to you as long as—”
“There, there! It’s a reward to hear that ye didna want his company, for he’s a rotten bad one.”
They walked a little way in silence, and then a sob17 escaped the girl. She was at the end of her wits and her courage. Few of us can struggle alone all the time, and she knew that Sam had saved her only for a matter of so many hours.
“Come, cheer up, Miss,” he said kindly. “Ye wasna in the office to-night, and your aunt told p. 48me ye wasna so well, so it’s no wonder ye’re upset. Still—”
“Sam,” she interrupted, “I’m going to tell you everything—nearly everything. You’re the only soul I can trust.” And in whispered, spasmodic sentences she poured forth18 her tale.
Sam was more than shocked; he was overwhelmed.
“To think of it, to think of it!” he repeated feebly a dozen times before wrath19 and pity took command of his honest soul. Then he was for taking John Corrie by the throat, and shaking all but the last breath out of his body, for telling Miss Corrie exactly what he thought of her, and for presenting Kitty with his savings20, yea, and his own little abode21, to enable her to stand independent of her unnatural22 relatives.
She was half-laughing, half-crying, by the time he paused for breath.
“Oh, Sam, you know I’d never allow you to do any of those things for my sake, but I’ll never forget your goodness. You mustn’t do anything, or I’ll wish I hadn’t told you. But I do want you to advise me what to do.”
“I never liked John Corrie,” he cried, “nor did any soul in Dunford; but I never doubted he was a straight man. But dinna ye be afraid p. 49for the five-pun’ note business—dinna ye be afraid for that!”
“But that’s what I am afraid of! I might escape from Mr. Symington by simply going away, but not from—”
“Your uncle would never dare to—”
“Dare? After what he’s done, what would he not dare? And he’s clever in his way. How did he get that five-pound note into my drawer?”
Sam’s hand went to his mouth. A sound not unlike a chuckle23 became the beginning of a fit of coughing. When it had passed he said—
“We’ll maybe find that out yet, so dinna let it bother ye too much, Miss. But if he tries to frighten ye, let me know, and I’ll deal wi’ him—by gravy24, I’ll deal wi’ him!”
“Sam, you must be careful. What if he got you into trouble, and you lost your—”
“I can take care o’ myself,” said Sam, “except, maybe at the boxing—and I didna get fair play from that scoundrel.” He laughed ruefully.
“The beast!”
“Well, well, as I said, my turn’ll maybe come—and yours’ll come to a certainty, Miss. Keep up your heart. Are ye feeling a bit better now?”
p. 50“Oh, yes,” she answered warmly. “It’s not so awful when one isn’t all alone.”
“Poor, pretty thing!” he said gently, “ye’ll win through yet. . . . And now we’re nearly there, and I’d best no be seen wi’ ye. We’ll get a talk at sorting-time in the morning.”
“Unless I’m forbidden the office.”
“If your uncle does that, we’ll just ha’ to find another way.”
With a hurried pat on her shoulder, he turned and went.
* * * * *
The cottage door was not locked. Having entered, Kitty stood still for a moment, listening. Silence. She turned into the kitchen to find it, as she had scarcely dared to hope, unoccupied. Her aunt and uncle had evidently retired25 for the night. A candle burned on the table. A jug26 of milk, bread and butter were there also. Somehow the sight of food stirred her sense of humour. She had read of a murderer being treated to an egg with his breakfast on the morning of his execution, and it had struck her as pathetically absurd. Never before had such an attention been paid her. She drank a little milk, because she was thirsty, and went upstairs.
On the chest of drawers in her room she found p. 51a piece of yellow wrapping paper bearing her aunt’s writing in pencil.
“Do your work in the office to-morrow morning as usual.”
So her uncle intended to keep his promise that she should “go free” until the following night. But after that, what?
If Kitty had disliked Symington in the past, she hated him, nay27, detested28 him now. Yes, and despised him. His assault on Sam had brought about the last. To give Symington his due, he had regretted the blow almost at once. It had been a stupid blunder to make in Kitty’s presence. Her indignant, contemptuous words had told him that.
He had gone home angry with himself, cursing the postman, feeling that it would be inadvisable, if not fatal, to approach the girl again until the thing had cooled in her mind. Then he could apologize, blaming the outburst on his overpowering desire for her. Yes, he had better give her a week, during which Old Corrie would, of course, continue to exert his influence. Meantime he would make a trip to London. Whether he liked it or not, he must convert a few Zeniths into cash.
Kitty endured a bad two hours before sleep p. 52came, but nature won at last, and she passed the remainder of the night in blessed unconsciousness.
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“I was in such a hurry to see how ye was, Miss,” he explained. “Keeping up your heart?”
She gave him a nod and a brave smile. Poor old Sam! he was good and kind and willing, but how could he really help her from her hideous30 plight31?
They fell to work on the contents of the sacks, and the minutes ticked past.
“Registered letter, Miss,” said Sam, throwing it to her end of the counter, as he usually did with such a packet.
She was about to lay it aside for attention later when the address caught her eye. A cry escaped her.
Sam turned to see her, white as a ghost, tearing at the envelope.
“Oh, what can it be?” she whispered. Then, as if courage failed her, “Sam, come and take it. Tell me what it’s all about. I—I daren’t look. It may be nothing much, after all.”
Sam’s fingers were none too steady as he received the envelope. “Registered at Glasgow,” p. 53he muttered, and proceeded to extract the contents.
These were a fairly plump number of banknotes, and a half-sheet of paper bearing the words—
“From an old friend of your father.” . . . Sam read them aloud while she stood rigid32 with her face in her hands.
“Am I to count them?” he asked.
“Yes,” she murmured.
“Five-pun’ notes,” he said, and there followed a rustling33 pause. “Twenty o’ them—a hundred pound. . . . See!” he took one of her hands from her face, and pressed the bundle into it. “Feel them—they’re real, ye poor, pretty thing!”
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