The laughter died out of Barbara's face, and was replaced by a look of the utmost astonishment5 and desperation.
"Now may I be forgiven, Cicely, an thou beest not the most ungrateful girl in Christendom," she exclaimed reproachfully. "Shame on you to sit there weeping like a very fountain, when thou shouldest be glad and thankful at Rupert's escape."
"Ah, indeed, Barbara! I am thankful, but——"
"Nay6, then Heaven preserve me from such a melancholy7 display of thankfulness," responded Barbara drily. Then seating herself beside her sobbing8 cousin she continued coaxingly9, "Come, tell me what ails10 thee, Cicely. Thou sayest Rupert has reached the coast in safety and to-morrow will take ship for Holland where he will wait until we can make his peace with the King. Is it not so? I confess I see no great cause for tears in news such as this."
"Ah, Barbara, 'tis different with thee, Rupert is only thy brother."
"Well, and were he ten thousand times thy sweetheart, I still cannot see why thou shouldest weep at his escape."
"Thou dost not listen, Barbara," answered Cicely somewhat petulantly11. "I thank Heaven for his safety, but, oh, Barbara! I cannot let him go without seeing him once more, just once; and he says likewise he will not go without seeing me. Bethink you, we may not meet for years, and so he being but ten miles distant, he purposes to ride over to-night and bid farewell; and so I must weep, Barbara, for if he comes he will assuredly be taken, and if he comes not I shall assuredly die."
Barbara sprang to her feet with a gesture of despair.
"Now a plague on you both for a pair of mad lovers. He cannot come here, 'tis madness. Thou knowest, Cicely, the house and roads are watched night and day by these scarlet-coated, scarlet-faced troopers, and they say yonder dark-visaged captain of theirs is a very dragon of vigilance. 'Tis clear they deem such a visit likely, seeing how closely they watch our movements; 'twere fair courting capture if Rupert came."
"I know the risk well enow. But, oh, Barbara, I cannot live another day without seeing him. Ah, to feel he is so near, so near, and I may not see him, feel his hand, hear his voice. Oh! I cannot endure it," and leaning her head once more against the cold stone pillar of the dial, she burst into a passion of sobs.
Barbara regarded her with an expression of helpless bewilderment.
"'Tis passing strange," she murmured. "Come, Cis, I am Rupert's self in face and figure. I will kiss and cozen12 thee and call thee pretty names to thy heart's content; why may not that suffice thee?"
In spite of her tears Cicely could not repress a smile at this strange offer of a substitute.
"'Tis very clear, Barbara, thou hast never loved."
"Truly no," was the frank rejoinder. "I know nought13 of the matter; it passeth my understanding altogether and indeed methinks it is but nonsense. Rupert is very well where he is and you shall see him in a year or two at most. What more can you wish tho' you were a thousand times in love. Come, Cis, dry thine eyes, and we will send to forbid him to come."
But Cicely only wept the more persistently14.
"Ah! Barbara, thou hast no heart, I must see him once again, indeed I must. I must let him hold me in his arms, and feel him near me. Barbara, you do not understand, but I shall die if I may not see him. Sure thou couldst help me an thou wouldst. My heart will break else. Oh, Barbara! try to understand."
Barbara gave a sigh of sheer desperation, then yielded to her cousin's plea.
"'Tis stark15 madness, Cis," she cried; "but thou shalt have thy way. Only look cheerily and Rupert shall come. But now how to devise it." She clasped her chin in her hands and bent16 her brows in thought. "What said he in the letter?"
"Thou mayest read it, an thou wilt17 not laugh."
Barbara took the note and turned away to pace up and down the lawn lest her cousin should see the involuntary twitching18 of her lips as she read the tender epistle; it was so strange to her to think of Rupert writing thus—Rupert, who to her seemed the personification of boyish gaiety.
As she raised her head from perusing19 the note her attention was momentarily arrested by a rustling20 sound from within one of the large laurel bushes bordering the lawn and a strange shimmer21 behind the leaves. She stared at the bush a moment in surprise and then passed on towards the foot of the garden still deep in thought. Here she paused long, gazing into the stream which there flowed by the garden, her face wrinkled with anxiety and bewilderment as she puzzled her brain over the situation, her eyes darkened with a shadow, of fear.
Suddenly with a flash the inspiration came. Her bent brows relaxed, her eyes glanced mischievously22, she gave a gasp23 at the very magnificence of the idea, and breaking into the gayest laughter she fairly danced back to her cousin, clapping her hands with delight.
"Cicely, Cicely," she cried, "never let it be said again that Barbara is a brainless madcap. I have conceived the properest plot, a very prince of plots. Thou shalt see thy Romeo to-night, my poor lovelorn Juliet, and I——faith! I will have the maddest prank24 that ever woman played." And flinging herself on to the grass, she laughed till the tears ran down her cheeks.
Cicely stared at her in undisguised astonishment.
"Barbara," she remarked solemnly, "I verily believe thou art mad."
"Thou wouldest say so indeed an thou knewest my plan."
"Come then, tell me."
"Not I," laughed Barbara. "Be thou content with thy beloved Romeo, and leave me my jest to myself."
"But, Barbara, I am afraid. What if the plan should fail!"
"Talk not to me of failure, Cis. There is a risk, I do not deny it; but," she continued, laughing, "if danger befall can we not fight our way out? Butcher is a mighty25 ally; I am well nigh as handy as Rupert with the rapier, and thou mightest perchance discharge a pistol or so, if it were possible to do so and cover thine ears at the same moment."
"In Heaven's name, Barbara, what have you in your mind?" cried Cicely in dismay.
"Fear nothing, coz; leave all to me. Listen, Peter the smith can always be trusted; he or little Jacky Marlow would carry our message to Rupert. If he start at twilight26 he should be here before ten. We can hide him——"
"Whist, Barbara!" interrupted Cicely softly, "didst not hear a rustle27 in yonder bush? Can anyone be in hiding there?"
"Tut, tut! thou trembler! Thou wouldest see a spy in every pansy face. 'Twas but a rat or a rabbit. Get thee in and send for Peter; I will write my note to Rupert."
"I know not why I trust you, Barbara," said Cicely doubtfully, "for thou art ever a madcap. But I must see him."
"Well so thou shalt, so thou shalt; now leave me alone to think."
Left alone by the sun-dial Barbara resumed her favourite attitude for thought, one foot tucked beneath her, her head bent, her chin resting upon her clasped hands.
She thought deeply. Twice or thrice she raised her head and laughed aloud suddenly, as though catching28 some new and entertaining idea. Once indeed her face grew grave and her eyes fearful, and she shuddered29 as she weighed the dangers before her, but presently with a laugh she banished30 the thought. Was she not a Winslow? and whenever was Winslow yet who let fear turn him from the path he chose to tread?
At length she drew paper and pencil from her reticule, and wrote a short note. Then gathering31 up her flowers she rose and walked towards the house.
As she passed the clump32 of laurel she paused and plucked a few sprigs, glancing sharply through the leaves the while; then with a laugh and a shake of the head she passed on.
But having passed, there lay behind her in the centre of the path two roses and the little white note which had slipped from her fingers to the ground.
No sooner had Barbara vanished from sight than the branches of the laurel were parted and a purple face peered cautiously out. The face was followed by the stout33 figure of Corporal Crutch34, who crawled from behind the bush, pounced35 upon the paper, and with a low chuckle36 of delight disappeared with his prize, leaving the garden once again deserted37.
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