I saw the brightness come into Ruthita’s eyes and the lashes1 tremble. I knew by the signs that directly she heard her own voice she would begin to cry, so I answered for her.
“I can tell you what’s the matter. I upset her last night. It was nearly twelve when I got home from my walk with Mrs. Carpenter. Ruthie’d got herself all worked up. Thought we’d been getting drowned again or something, didn’t you, Ruthie? It was too bad of me to keep her sitting up so late.”
A heavy silence fell. Ruthita dropped her eyes, trying to recover her composure. My grandmother’s face masked itself in a non-committal stare. She gazed past me out of the window, and seemed to hold her breath; only the faint tinkling2 of the gold chain against the jet of her bodice, told how her breath came and went. She had placed her hand on the coffee-pot as I began to speak. When I ended, it stayed there motionless. From the bake-house across the courtyard came the bump, bang, bump of the bakers3 pounding the dough4 into bread.
“So you stayed out with Mrs. Carpenter till nearly twelve?”
My grandmother never used dialect when she wished to be impressive. Her tones were icily refined and haughty—
I recognized them as belonging to her company manners. She could be crushingly aloof5 and dignified6 when her sense of the moralities was offended. She had practised her talent for “settin’ folks down and makin’ ’em feel like three penn’orth o’ happence” to some purpose on grizzled sea-captains.
“Yes, till nearly twelve. It was pretty late, wasn’t it? We met some interesting people camping on the marshlands—old friends of mine and Ruthita’s.”
“Indeed! And you walked back from the Broads about midnight with a married woman.”
“Oh, no. It wasn’t much after ten when we started back. Time passed quickly; we didn’t realize how late it was getting. It didn’t matter, except for Ruthita. It was bright moonlight. The country looked perfect.”
“It must ha’ done,” said my grandmother sarcastically8.
“It did. Some day we must try it all together.”
“And who were your interesting friends? Respectable people, no doubt, to be camping on the marshlands.”
“They weren’t respectable. They were gipsies.” Then, turning to Ruthita, “It was Lilith that we met. You remember Lilith of Epping Forest—that time we ran away to get married. Fancy meeting her after all these years! And just as I left, I saw G’liath drive up. I could swear it was the same old caravan9, Ruthie.”
Curiosity and love of romance melted my grandmother’s reserve.
“G’liath! Why, that’s the gipsy family to which Sir Charles’s mother belonged. They must be kind o’ relatives o’ yours.”
“I suppose they must. I never thought of that. I’ll have to ask Lilith about it. They were on their way to Yarminster Fair. We’ll run over and see them.”
Just then the errand boy, who was minding the shop, tapped at the keeping-room door and handed in a note for me. I saw that it was unstamped and addressed in a handwriting that I did not recognize.
“Where did this come from?”
“It war left jist nar acrost the counter by a sarvant-gal.”
“All right.”
Ruthita was telling my grandmother all that she could remember of Lilith. I ripped open the envelope and read:
Something has happened. Must see you at once. Come as soon as you can. Vi.
“Who’s your letter from?”
“From Mrs. Carpenter.”
“Mrs. Carpenter again! What does she want? It’s not more’n nine hours since you saw her.”
“She wants my advice on—on a business matter.”
“Humph! I ’ope she may profit by it.”
As I was sauntering out of the shop Ruthita called after me in her high clear voice, “Going to take me to Yarminster to-day, Dante?”
“Don’t know yet. I’ll tell you later.”
Until I reached the top of the street I strolled jauntily10; I was sure I was being watched. I had left an atmosphere of jealous annoyance11 and baffled suspicion behind. It was absurd to be nursed and guarded by affectionate relatives in the way I was.
I was puzzled by Vi’s note. I worked out all kinds of conjectures12 as I jostled my way through fisher-girls and sailors up the High Street.
I was shown into the room at the back of the black flint house, which overlooked the sea. The windows were open wide; wind fluttered the curtains. Breakfast things were only partially13 cleared from the table. Upstairs I could hear Dorrie’s piping voice and, now and then, could catch a phrase of what she was saying.
“Let me thee him too, Vi. Oh, pleath. No, I don’t want to play wiv Annie. I want to play wiv Dante.”
Then I heard the thump14, thump, thump of Dorrie stumping15 from stair to stair by way of protest, and the heavy step of Annie taking her forcibly to the kitchen.
Vi descended16 a moment later. She entered without eagerness, shutting the door carefully behind her. There was never anything of hurry or neglect in her appearance; she always looked fresh and trimly attired17. The high color in her usually pale cheeks was the only sign of perturbation.
She crossed the room towards me with a slow, swaying motion, and halted a foot away, holding out her hand. I took it in mine, pressing it gently. Her mouth was quivering. She was making an effort to be formally polite and was not succeeding. The soft rustling18 of her skirts, the slow rise and fall of her bosom19, her delicate fragrance20 and timid beauty—everything about her was bewilderingly feminine. What arguments, I wondered, what campaigns of caution, what capitulations of wild desires to duty were going on behind that smooth white forehead? My grip on her hand tightened21; I drew her to me. Her cold remoteness added to my yearning22.
“What is it? Why did you send for me? You’ve changed since last night.”
She drew her hand free from mine. I saw that, for the first time since I had known her, she was wearing a band of gold upon her wedding-finger.
“It’s all over, Dante.”
She whispered the words, wringing23 her hands and staring away from me out to sea. I slipped my arm about her shoulder. “It can never be all over, dearest.”
For answer she handed me a letter. It bore a United States stamp and was addressed to her in a bold, emphatic24, perpendicular25 hand which revealed the writer’s vigorous determination of character.
“From my husband. Read it.”
Standing26 a little apart from her at the window, I drew out a carefully folded letter. It was dated from Sheba, Massachusetts, nine days previous to its arrival. While I read it, I watched her stealthily, how she stood charmingly irresolute27, twisting the gold-band off and on her finger.
My dearest Vi:
I have written you many times, asking you to fix definitely the day of your return. You’ve put me off with all kinds of excuses. Latterly you have not even referred to my question. My dear child, don’t think I blame you; you probably have your own reasons for what you are doing. But people are beginning to talk about us here. For your own sake you ought to return. We’ve always tried to play fair by one another. You were always game, Vi; and now it’s up to you.
I’m lonely. I want my little Dorrie. Most of all I want my wife. I can’t stand this absence much longer. On receipt of this send me a cable “Coming,” followed by the date of your sailing. If I don’t receive such a cable within ten days of mailing this letter, I shall jump on a boat and come over. I don’t distrust you, but I’m worn out with waiting. Can’t you understand how I want you? Nothing in the world matters to me, my child, except you.
Your affectionate husband,
Randall.
I re-folded it methodically and returned it to the envelope. I tried to picture this man who had sent it. He was manifestly elderly. Probably he was portly, a trifle pompous28 and genially29 paternal30 in his manners. What volumes his trick of calling her “my child” revealed concerning their relations. I contrasted him with Vi. Vi with her eager youth, her passion to taste life’s rapture31, her slim white body so alluring32 and so gracious, her physical fineness, her possibilities for bestowing33 and receiving natural joy. If I let her go, she would slowly lose her zest34 for life. She would forget that she was a woman and would sink prematurely35 into stolid36 middle-age. Her possibilities of motherhood would slip from her untaken and never to be renewed. The little rascals37, with golden hair and features which should perpetuate38 her beauty, would never be born to her. Those children should be hers and mine. Hers and mine. How the words beat upon my brain! They were like the fists of little children, battering39 against the closed doors of existence. It was monstrous40 that the justice of this husband’s claim to her should be based on his injustice41 in having married her.
Again I formed my mental picture of him, formed it with the cruel sarcasm42 of youth. His body was deteriorated43; his skin puckered44 and yellow; the fine lines of suppleness45 and straightness gone; the muscles flabby and jaded46. Then I looked at her: gold and ivory, with poppies for a mouth. Sweet and nobly chaste47. A woman to set a man on fire—to drive him to the extremes of sorrow or gladness. A woman to sin for.
I turned from the window and took one step towards her. I could feel her body throbbing48 against mine. The fierce sweet ecstasy49 of my delight hurt her. I saw nothing but her eyes. All else in the world was darkness.
“Let me go,” she panted.
“Do you want to go?” I whispered.
She sank her head on my shoulder. Her arms were about my neck. I could only see her golden hair. Her answer came to me broken and muffled50. “No, no, no.”
I carried her to the sofa and knelt beside her.
“You won’t ever despise me, will you?”
How absurd her question sounded.
Without any reference to our ultimate purpose, we set about making our plans. We must get away from Ransby. We must not be seen together any more that day. We would meet at the station that evening, and travel up to London together by the train leaving Ransby at six-thirty-eight. Our plans went no further.
Now that all had been arranged, a new embarrassment51 arose between us—a sweet shamefulness53. She clung to me, yet she cast down her eyes, her cheeks encrimsoned, not daring to look me in the face. We touched one another shyly and shuddered54 at the contact. Our hearts were too full for words, our thoughts too primitively55 intimate to be expressed. The veils had dropped from our eyes. The mystery of mysteries lay exposed. We saw one another, natural in our passions—exiles from society. No artificial restraints stood between us; in our conduct with one another we were free to be governed by our own desires.
A scurry56 of little feet in the passage. The sound of heavier ones pursuing. We sprang apart. Dorrie entered, running with her arms stretched out towards me. “Catch me, Dante. Don’t let her get me.”
The rueful face of Annie appeared in the doorway57; her plump arms covered to the elbows with flour. “If ’ee please, mum,” she said, “it warn’t no fault o’ mine. She nipped out afore I could get a-holt o’ her, while I war a-makin’ o’ the pudden.”
“You’re juth horwid,” cried Dorrie. “Go ’way. I want to thpeak to Dante.”
She scrambled58 on my knee, clutching tightly to my coat till Annie had vanished. Then she tossed her curls out of her eyes, and told me all that she and Ruthita had done together on the previous evening. While she was talking, I watched Vi, trying to realize the seemingly impossible truth that she had promised herself to me, and would soon be mine. A host of bewildering images rushed through my mind as I gazed into the future. I was amazed at myself that I should feel no fear of the step which we contemplated59.
“Old thtupid,” cried Dorrie in an aggrieved60 voice, “you weren’t lithening.”
She smoothed her baby fingers up and down my face, coaxing61 me to give her my attention.
“Sorry, little lady, but I must be going. You must tell me all about it some other time.”
“All wite,” she acquiesced62 contentedly63; “it’s a pwomith,”
Vi accompanied me to the door.
“To-night.”
“To-night.”
“What wath you thaying?” asked Dorrie.
“Nothing, my darling.”
My grandmother was sitting behind her counter, knitting, when I entered. She sank her chin and looked at me humorously over her spectacles. “Well, my man of business, did she take your advice?”
“Of course. Why shouldn’t she? She’s seen my grannie, and knows how she’s profited by it.”
“Clever boy,” she retorted. “Who made your shirt? When a man of business is born among the Cardovers, pears’ll grow on pines. Look at your father. Look at the Spuffler. Look at yourself. I hope she won’t act on it. What was it?”
“Can’t tell you now. I find I’ve got to run up to London to-night and I’ve promised to take Ruthie to Yarminster. There’s only just time.”
“What’s takin’ you to London? You didn’t say anythin’ about it this marnin’.” She dropped her knitting in her lap. “Dante, is it anythin’ to do with her?”
“Partly.”
She beckoned64 me nearer to her. I leant over the counter. She glanced meaningly towards the door of the keeping-room. I stooped lower till our heads nearly touched. “You’d better stay there, laddie,” she whispered. “I’ve been thinkin’ and usin’ me eyes. This ain’t no place fur you at present. She’s gettin’ too fond of you and you of her. I know.” She nodded. “I’ve been through it. I watched your pa at it.”
“At what?”
“At what you and Mrs. Carpenter are doin’. Don’t pretend you’re a fool, Dante, ’cause you’re not—and neither is your old grannie.”
Just then Ruthita looked out of the keeping-room. I was glad of the excuse to cut this dangerous conversation short. “Hurry up, Ruthie; get on your togs. I’m going to drive you over to Yarminster.”
When she had gone, my grandmother turned to me again. “And there’s another of ’em. Lovers can’t keep their secrets to theirselves nohow—they give theirselves away with every breath. Did ye see the way she flushed wi’ pleasure? She’s a tender little maid. If you made her unhappy, though she’s none o’ my body, I’d never forgive ye, Dante. If you don’t intend to marry ’er, be careful.”
“Rubbish,” I exclaimed and went out into the street to fetch round a dog-cart from the livery-stables.
“Aye, rubbish is well enough,” was my grandmother’s final retort; “but broken eggs can’t be mended. No more can broken hearts.”
There was just room enough on the front-seat to take the two of us. As I drove down the street I saw Ruthita come out of the shop and stand waiting on the pavement. She looked modest and pretty as a sprig of lavender. There was always something quaintly65 virginal about her, as though she had stepped out of an old English love-song. Her eyes were unusually bright this morning with the pleasure of anticipation66. With subtle flattery, she had put on one of the gowns I had bought her. It was her way of saying, “This day is to be mine and yours.”
“Don’t I do you proud?” she laughed, using one of Vi’s Americanisms.
“No, you don’t,” I said, with pretended harshness, “I can’t think where you got such a dunducketty old dress from.”
“A man gave it me. Didn’t he show bad taste?”
“He showed himself a perfect ass7. Now, if I were to buy you a dress, Ruthie, which of course I shan’t——”
“Here, get off with you, you rascals. What’re you a-doin’, blockin’ up my pavement?”
Grandmother Cardover stood in the doorway, her hands folded beneath her black satin apron67, her keys jangling. The gray cork-screw curls from under her cap were wobbling; her plump little body was shaking with enjoyment68. All her crossness and caution on Vi’s account were gone at seeing Ruthita and myself together. We started up at a smart trot69. As we turned the corner into the High Street, we looked back. She was still there, gazing after us.
By the road which follows the coast, Yarminster is eight miles from Ransby. I turned inland by a roundabout route; I wanted to pass through Woadley.
My spirits ran high with the thought of what was to happen shortly. I was in a mood to be gay. Clouds were flying high. The country lay windswept and golden in the sunshine. The air had the sharp tang of autumn—the acrid70 fragrance which foretells71 the decay of foliage72. A pleasant melancholy73 lurked74 in the reds and yellows of woods and hedges. Tops of trees were already growing thin of leaves where the gales75 had harried76 them. Pasturing in harvested fields, flocks of sheep lent a touch of grayness to the landscape. Here and there overhead gulls77 hovered78, or slid down the sky on poised79 wings, as though brooding on the summer that was gone.
Ruthita and I spoke80 of Lilith, recalling childhood’s days. We laughed over our amazement81 at discovering that her back was no longer humpy—that her baby had left her. Then we fell to wondering whether she had ever been married and what was her story. Our conversation became intimate and confessional. I had never known much of Ruthita’s secret thoughts.
“Dante,” she cried, “why did they leave us to find out everything?”
I slowed the horse down to a walk. “I know what you mean, Ruthie. They brought us up on fables82. They left us to fight with all kinds of fantastic imaginings. They allowed us to infer that so many things were shameful52. D’you remember what a fuss they made when they found that the Bantam had kissed you?”
She nodded, casting down her eyes. “I’ve never got over it. It’s made me awkward with men—self-conscious and afraid of...”
“And yet they were kind to us, Ruthie.”
“But they never treated us honestly,” she said sadly.
That same intense look, a look almost of hunger, which transformed her, came into her face—the look which the flash-light had revealed to me that night on the denes. Sudden fear of what we might say next made me shake up the horse. The jolting83 of the wheels prevented us from conversing84 save by raising our voices.
We passed a man on the road. He shouted after us.
At first I thought he was chaffing. He kept on shouting.
“Why don’t you stop?” said Ruthita. “We may have dropped something.”
We had turned a bend. I looked back, but could not see him. I halted until he should come up. A big-framed man in a shooting-jacket, gaiters, and knickerbockers came swinging round the corner. I was surprised to recognize in him Lord Halloway.
“Halloa,” he shouted, “you’re going in my direction. Would you mind giving me a lift as far as Woadley?”
“Not at all,” I said. “This horse is restive85. I can’t leave the reins86. I suppose you can lower the back-seat without help.”
He drew level on the far-side from me and stood with his hand resting on the splashboard, gazing at Ruthita. “My sister,” I said shortly. .
While he lowered the back and drew but the seat, he explained himself. “I’m going to Woadley to look after some farms my father owns round there.” What he was really saying was, “I’m not going to try to cut you out with Sir Charles, so you needn’t fear me.”
His manner was friendly. He had gained a high color with his walking. He looked brilliantly handsome and manly87, with just that touch of indolence about him that gave him his charm. Without being warned, no one would have guessed that he was a rake. In his presence even I disbelieved half the wild tales of dissipation I had heard narrated88 of him. Yet, when my distrust of him was almost at rest, he would arouse it with his inane89, high-pitched laugh.
When he had clambered in and we had started, I began to tell him, for the sake of conversation, where we were traveling. At the mention of Lilith, he interrupted.
“Lilith! Lilith! Seem to remember the name. Was she ever in these parts before? There was a little girl named Lilith, who used to camp with the Goliaths, the gipsies, on Woadley Ham. They haven’t been there for years. I recall her distinctly. She was wild and dark. I used to watch her breaking in ponies90 when I was a boy stopping with Sir Charles.”
“She must be the same.”
“You might tell her that you met me, when you see her,” he said. “She was the pluckiest little horsewoman for her age I ever saw. She could ride anything. I can see her now, gripping a young hunter I had with her brown bare legs, fighting his head off. It’s odd that you should have mentioned her.”
He tailed off into his giggling91 girlish laugh.
Little by little he commenced to address his remarks exclusively to Ruthita. This was natural, for I could not turn round to converse92 with him because of attending to the horse. I observed him out of the corner of my eye, and began to understand the secret of his power over women. For one thing he talked entirely93 to a woman, bestowing on her an intensity94 of attention which many would consider flattering. Then again he put a woman at her ease, drawing her out and speaking of things which were within her depth. Most of the topics which he drifted into were personal. When he mentioned himself, he lowered his voice as if he were confessing. When he mentioned her, his tones became earnest.
I was surprised to see how Ruthita, usually so reticent95, lowered her guard to his attack. She twisted round on her seat, that she might watch him. Her face grew merry and her eyes twinkled with fun and laughter. She was being, what she had declared she never was—natural with a man.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw one thing which displeased96 me immensely. With apparent unconsciousness, Halloway’s arm was slipping farther and farther along the back of the seat against which Ruthita rested. A little more, and it would have encircled her. But before that was accomplished97, he stopped short, leaving nothing to complain of. He was simply steadying himself in a jolting dog-cart.
We entered Woadley and passed the tall gates of the Park. I had a glimpse of the Hall through the trees, and the peacocks strutting98 where the gardens began and the meadowland left off. I smiled to myself as I wondered what would happen if Sir Charles should meet Halloway and myself together. Two miles out of Woadley Ruthita and my cousin were still industriously99 chatting. I had my suspicions as to the urgency of his errand. Then the arm slid an inch further along the back-rail of the seat. That inch made his attitude barely pardonable. I reined100 in.
“Didn’t you say you were going to Woadley?”
“Why, yes,” he laughed. “I have to get out at the next cross-road and walk. The farms are over in that direction.”
He swept a belt of woodland vaguely101. He lied consummately102. His face told me nothing.
“Well, here’s the next cross-road.”
My manner was churlish. He refused to acknowledge anything hostile in my tones.
“I’m awfully103 grateful to you,” he said; “you’ve saved me a long walk and I’ve enjoyed your company immensely.” As he spoke the last words he smiled directly into the eyes of Ruthita. “I shall hope to meet Miss Cardover again—perhaps at Oxford104.”
I did not think it necessary to tell him that Ruthita’s surname was not Cardover but Favart. We watched him stride away, clean-limbed and splendid—a man who had sinned discreetly105 and bore no physical marks of his shortcomings.
At last Ruthita spoke. “I don’t think I like him.”
“You didn’t let him know it.”
“He made me forget. He made me remember I was a woman. No man’s ever spoken to me as he spoke.”
“He’s a clever fellow to make you forget the esplanade and Lottie.”
“Now you’re angry,” she laughed, and snuggled closer.
We entered the old marketplace of Yarminster where the Fair was being held. Leaving our horse at The Anchor to be baited, we threaded our way between booths and whirligo-rounds. Presently I heard a familiar cry, “Two shies a penny. Two shies a penny. Every ball ’its a cocoanut. Down she goes. Walk up. Walk up. Two shies a penny.”
Dodging106 up and down behind the pitch, was G’liath, not much altered. The gaudy107 woman was absent; it was Lilith who was serving out the balls to the country bumpkins.
“Here’s Ruthita,” I said. “You remember the little girl in the Forest?”
She went on catching108 the wooden balls which G’liath returned to her. Trade was busy. Between reiterating109 his call, she conversed110 with us.
“I remember. (Two shies a penny). It doesn’t seem long ago. (Every ball ’its a cocoanut. Walk up). How long is it?”
“The best part of fourteen years.”
It was difficult to carry on a conversation under the circumstances.
“I wanted to ask you about last night,” I whispered. “When’ll you be free?”
“Not until midnight.”
I saw Ruthita listening, so I changed the subject. “By the way, we met someone who knew you when you were a girl at Woadley. He wanted to be remembered to you.”
Her handsome face darkened. “A man?” she asked.
“My cousin, Lord Halloway.”
She halted and looked round on me in proud astonishment111. “Oh!” she gasped112, and renewed her calling.
Ruthita broke in to tell her of my good fortune. She did not pay much attention at first. Then it seemed to dawn on her. “So he’s out of it, and you’ll be master at Woadley Hall?”
“Yes.” I lowered my voice. “And then you must come back to Woadley Ham. You were good to me once, Lilith.”
“I never forget.” There was a look of the old kindness in her eyes as she said it. “When you need me, I shall come.”
The crowd pressed about us, curious to overhear, surprised at seeing gentlefolks so chatty with a gipsy hussy. She signed to us to go. We drew off a few paces, looking on, recalling that night at Epping, when we fled from Dot-and-Carry-One and came to G’liath’s encampment.
Shortly after that the clock of St. Nicholas boomed three, and we departed.
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