When Miss Peppy came down to breakfast next morning she found that she was the first of the household to make her appearance. This, however, was the natural consequence of her commendable2 desire to be always in good time—a desire which resulted in her being at least a quarter of an hour too soon for everything, except on those occasions, of course, when she over-slept, or was detained by unavoidable circumstances.
On the present occasion Miss Peppy, having had a remarkably3 good night’s rest, felt placid4, and looked serene5. She passed the spare quarter of an hour in perambulating the room, looking at the books and pictures, smoothing her cuffs6, arranging her cap, and paying marked attention to a beautiful little dog which was Bella’s own particular pet, and the colonel’s particular abhorrence7, because of its tendency to bark suddenly, sharply, and continuously at every visitor who entered the house.
Rosebud8, (for thus was it misnamed), seemed to be, however, in no mood to receive attentions that morning. It was evidently ill at ease, without apparently9 knowing why.
“Did it growl10, then?” said Miss Peppy in a reproachful tone, as she stooped to pat the head of the spoiled creature. “Ah, it mustn’t growl, for that is naughty, you know, darling Rosebud. Eh! doing it again? Oh! bad little snarley-warley, growly-wowly. Doesn’t it know that the poet says ‘dogs delight to bark and bite?’ and that—that—he means that they shouldn’t delight to do such naughtinesses, although, after all, why they shouldn’t when it’s natural to them I don’t know; and, besides, how does he know that they delight to do it? I never saw them look delighted in my life; on the contrary, they’re very fierce, are they not, Rosebud? especially the big ones that sometimes try to worry you. How they can ever want to worry such a pitty-itty, dear, naughty growly-wowly, snarley-warley as you, is quite beyond my comprehension; but then, you see, we live in a world of puzzles, you and I, Rosebud, and so it’s of no use being puzzled, because that does no good, and only worries one. Don’t it, deary sweety petty? Well, you can’t answer of course, though I know that you understand every word I say.”
Miss Peppy suddenly shrieked11, for the “sweety petty” bit her with sufficient force to show that he was not in a mood to be played with, and would do it harder next time.
Just then the colonel entered, and Rosebud at once received him with a tornado12 of maddening yelps13, so that for at least five minutes it had the entire monopoly of the conversation, and Miss Peppy was obliged to say good-morning in dumb show. At the same time, the colonel frowned fiercely at Rosebud, and said something which Miss Peppy could not hear because of the noise, but which, from the abrupt14 motion of the lips, she suspected must be something very wicked indeed.
When the darling creature at last consented to hold its tongue, the colonel said—
“Are you aware, Miss Stuart, that your nephew has been out all night?”
“No, colonel, I was not aware of it,” said Miss Peppy with a slight elevation15 of her eyebrows16; “I wonder at it, for although he often goes out all night to ride wild horses into the sea, and save drowned people, and things of that sort, he never goes out without telling Niven, and saying whether or not he’s likely to be back soon. Besides, he always has the door-key in his pocket, when he doesn’t forget it, which is pretty often. Perhaps he had your door-key in his pocket, but after all, even if he had, that wouldn’t alter the fact that he’s been out all night. But maybe he’s in bed—did you look?”
“Yes, I looked, and he has evidently not lain on the bed at all last night.”
“Under it?” suggested Miss Peppy.
The colonel smiled slightly, and said that it had not occurred to him to look under the bed.
At that moment the door burst open, and Bella’s maid, rushing in, flung herself on her knees at the colonel’s feet, and, clasping her hands, cried in piteous tones—
“Oh! sir, please, mercy please.”
“Are you mad, girl?” said the colonel, with a look of mingled17 displeasure and anxiety.
“Oh, sir, no sir, but,”—(sob),—“she’s gone.”
“Who’s gone, girl; speak!”
“Miss Bella, sir; oh sir, run away, sir, with Mr Stuart!”
Colonel Crusty turned pale, and Miss Peppy fell flat down on the rug in a dead faint, crushing Rosebud almost to death in her fall.
Instantly the entire house was in confusion. Every one rushed into every room, up and down every stair, looked into every closet and cupboard, and under every bed, as well as into every hole and crevice18 that was not large enough to conceal19 a rabbit, much less a young lady, but without avail. There could be no doubt whatever on the subject: Bella and Kenneth were both gone—utterly and absolutely.
Miss Peppy alone did not participate in the wild search.
That worthy20 lady lay in a state of insensibility for about five minutes, then she suddenly recovered and arose to a sitting posture21, in which position she remained for a few minutes more, and became aware of the fact that her cap was inside the fender, and that her hair was dishevelled. Wondering what could have caused such an unwonted state of things, she gazed pensively22 round the room, and suddenly remembered all about it!
Up she leaped at once, pulled on her cap with the back to the front, and rushed up to her own room. On her way, and once or twice afterwards she met various members of the household, but they were much too wild and reckless to pay any regard to her. She was therefore left unmolested in her farther proceedings23.
Having tied on her bonnet24 very much awry25, and put on her shawl exceedingly askew26, Miss Peppy went out into the street, and going straight up to the first man she saw, asked the way to the railway station.
Being directed, she ran thither27 with a degree of speed that any school-girl might have envied. A train was on the point of starting.
“Ticket to Wreckumoft,” she almost screamed into the face of the ticket-clerk.
“Which class?” demanded the clerk, with the amiable28 slowness of a man whose interests are not at stake.
“First!” exclaimed Miss Peppy, laying down her purse and telling the calm-spirited clerk to help himself.
He did so, returned the purse, and Miss Peppy rushed to the train and leaped into the first open door. It happened to be that of a third class, which was full of navvies and mechanics.
“You seems to be in a ’urry, ma’am,” said one of the former, making way for her, and wiping the seat beside him with the sleeve of his coat.
Miss Peppy could only exclaim, “Ho, yes!” and cover her face with her handkerchief, in which position she remained immovable until the train arrived at Wreckumoft, despite the kindly29 efforts at consolation30 made by the navvy, who arranged her shawl and offered her a glass of gin from his own private bottle; and, finally, seeing that all his efforts were fruitless, wound up by patting her on the shoulder, and advising her to cheer up, for “wotever it was that ailed31 her, there was sure to be better luck next time.”
Arrived at Wreckumoft, Miss Peppy hastened to her brother’s residence. On the way she had to pass Bingley Hall, and, feeling that it would be an unutterable relief to her feelings to tell somebody something, or, more correctly, to tell anybody anything, she darted32 in and met my niece Lizzie, to whom she stated wildly that Bella Crusty had run off with Kenneth Stuart, and that in all probability the colonel was mad or dead by that time.
Having thus let off a little steam, the worthy lady rushed out of my house, entered the dining-room of Seaside Villa33, where she found Kenneth and his father seated at breakfast, and related to them in wild surprise how that Bella and Kenneth had run away together the night before, and that she had come in hot haste to tell them so, but how it happened that Kenneth was there and Bella not there, she could not understand at all; and concluding that the incomprehensibilities of the world were culminating, and that the sooner she prepared for the final winding34 up of all terrestrial things the better, she ran to her own room, embraced the wondering Emmie, burst into a flood of tears, rummaged35 her pocket for her thimble, scissors, and key, and, not finding them there, fell into the arms of Mrs Niven, and fainted dead away for the second time that morning.
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