The town of Prior’s Ash, lying in a valley, was alive that gay morning with excitement. It was the day appointed for the first meet of the hounds; the P. A. hounds, of some importance in the county; and people from far and near were flocking to see them throw off. Old and young, gentle and simple, lords of the soil and tradesmen, all were wending their way to the meet. The master, Colonel Max, was wont4 on this, the first morning of the season, to assemble at his house for breakfast as many as his large dining-room could by any species of crowding contain; and it was a fine sight, drawing forth5 its numerous spectators to watch them come out in procession, to the meet. As many carriages-and-four, with their fair occupants, would come to that first meet, as you could have seen in the old days on a country race-course. This show was an old-fashioned local custom; Colonel Max was pleased to keep it up, and he lacked not supporters. The opening this year was unusually early.
The gay crowd was arriving, some from the breakfast, some from their homes. The rendezvous6 was a wide, open common, with no space wanting. The restrained hounds snarled7 away at a short distance, and their attendants, attired8 for the hunt, clacked their whips among them.
Riding a noble horse, and advancing from the opposite direction to that of Colonel Max and his guests, came a tall, stately man, getting in years now. His features were regular as though they had been chiselled9 from marble: his fine blue eyes could sparkle yet; and his snow-white hair, wavy10 as of yore, was worn rather long behind, giving[2] him somewhat the appearance of a patriarch. But the healthy bloom, once characteristic of his face, had left it now: the paleness of ill-health sat there, and he bent11 his body, as if too weak to bear up on his horse. His approach was discerned; and many started forward, as with one impulse, to greet him. None stood higher in the estimation of his fellow-men than did Sir George Godolphin; no other name was more respected in the county.
“This is good indeed, Sir George! To see you out again!”
“I thought I might venture,” said Sir George, essaying to meet a dozen hands at once. “It has been a long confinement12; a tedious illness. Six months, and never out of the house; and, for the last fortnight, out only in a garden-chair. My lady wanted to box me up in the carriage this morning; if I must come, she said. But I would not have it: had I been unable to sit my horse, I would have remained at home.”
“You feel weak still?” remarked one, after most of the greeters had had their say, and were moving away.
“Ay. Strength, for me, has finally departed, I fear.”
“You must not think that, Sir George. Now that you have so far recovered as to go out, you will improve daily.”
“And get well all one way, Godolphin,” joined in the hearty13 voice of Colonel Max. “Never lose heart, man.”
Sir George turned his eyes upon Colonel Max with a cheerful glance. “Who told you I was losing heart?”
“Yourself. When a man begins to talk of his strength having finally departed, what’s that, but a proof of his losing heart? Low spirits never cured any one yet: but they have killed thousands.”
“I shall be sixty-six years old to-morrow, colonel: and if, at that age, I can ‘lose heart’ at the prospect14 of the great change, my life has served me to little purpose. The young may faint at the near approach of death; the old should not.”
“Sixty-six, old!” ejaculated Colonel Max. “I have never kept count of my own age, but I know I am that if I am a day; and I am young yet. I may live these thirty years to come: and shall try for it, too.”
“I hope you will, colonel,” was the warm answer of Sir George Godolphin. “Prior’s Ash could ill spare you.”
“I don’t know about that,” laughed the colonel. “But I do know that I could ill spare life. I wish you could take the run with us this morning!”
“I wish I could. But that you might accuse me of—what was it?—losing heart, I would say that my last run with the hounds has been taken. It has cost me an effort to come so far as this, walking my horse at a snail’s pace. Do you see Lady Godolphin? She ought to be here.”
Colonel Max, who was a short man, raised himself in his stirrups, and gazed from point to point of the gradually increasing crowd. “In her carriage, I suppose?”
“In her carriage, of course,” answered Sir George. “She is no amazon.” But he did not avow15 his reason for inquiring after his wife’s carriage—that he felt a giddiness stealing over him, and thought[3] he might be glad of its support. Neither did he explain that he was unable to look round for it himself just then, under fear of falling from his horse.
“I don’t think she has come yet,” said Colonel Max. “I do not see the livery. As to the ladies, they all look so like one another now, with their furbelows and feathers, that I’ll be shot if I should know my own wife—if I had one—at a dozen paces’ distance. Here is some one else, however.”
Riding up quietly, and reining16 in at the side of Sir George, was a gentleman of middle height, with dark hair, dark grey eyes, and a quiet, pale countenance17. In age he may have wanted some three or four years of forty, and a casual observer might have pronounced him “insignificant,” and never have cast on him a second glance. But there was a certain attraction in his face which won its way to hearts; and his voice sounded wonderfully sweet and kind as he grasped the hand of Sir George.
“My dear father! I am so glad to see you here!”
“And surprised too, I conclude, Thomas,” returned Sir George, smiling on his son. “Come closer to me, will you, and let me rest my arm upon your shoulder for a minute. I feel somewhat giddy.”
“Should you have ventured out on horseback?” inquired Thomas Godolphin, as he hastened to place himself in proximity18 with his father.
“The air will do me good; and the exertion19 also. It is nothing to feel a little weak after a confinement such as mine has been. You don’t follow the hounds to-day, I see, Thomas,” continued Sir George, noting his son’s plain costume.
A smile crossed Thomas Godolphin’s lips. “No, sir. I rarely do follow them. I leave amusement to George.”
“Is he here, that graceless George?” demanded the knight20, searching into the crowd with fond and admiring eyes. But the admiring eyes did not see the object they thought to rest on.
“He is sure to be here, sir. I have not seen him.”
“And your sisters? Are they here?”
“No. They did not care to come.”
“Speak for Janet and Cecil, if you please, Thomas,” interrupted a young lady’s voice at this juncture21. The knight looked down; his son looked down also: there stood the second daughter of the family, Bessy Godolphin. She was a dark, quick, active little woman of thirty, with an ever-ready tongue, and deep grey eyes.
“Bessy!” uttered Sir George, in astonishment22. “Have you come here on foot?”
“Yes, papa. Thomas asked us whether we wished to attend the meet; and Janet—who must always be master and mistress, you know—answered that we did not. Cecil dutifully agreed with her. I did care to attend it; so I came alone.”
“But, Bessy, why did you not say so?” remonstrated23 Mr. Godolphin. “You should have ordered the carriage; you should not have come on foot. What will people think?”
“Think!” she echoed, holding up her pleasant face to her brother, in its saucy24 independence. “They can think anything they please; I[4] am Bessy Godolphin. I wonder how many scores have come on foot?”
“None, Bessy, of your degree, who have carriages to sit in or horses to ride,” said Sir George.
“Papa, I like to use my legs better than to have them cramped25 under a habit or in a carriage; and you know I never could bend to form and fashion,” she said, laughing. “Dear papa, I am delighted to see you! I was so thankful when I heard you were here! Janet will be ready to eat her own head now, for not coming.”
“Who told you I was here, Bessy?”
“Old Jekyl. He was leaning on his palings as I came by, and called out the information to me almost before I could hear him. ‘The master’s gone to it, Miss Bessy! he is out once again! But he had not on his scarlet26,’ the old fellow added; and his face lost its gladness. Papa, the whole world is delighted that you should have recovered, and be once more amongst them.”
“Not quite recovered yet, Bessy. Getting better, though; getting better. Thank you, Thomas; the faintness has passed.”
“Is not Lady Godolphin here, papa?”
“She must be here by this time. I wish I could see her carriage: you must get into it.”
“I did not come for that, papa,” returned Bessy, with a touch of her warm temper.
“My dear, I wish you to join her. I do not like to see you here on foot.”
“I shall set the fashion, papa,” laughed Bessy, again. “At the great meet next year, you will see half the pretenders of the county toiling27 here on foot. I say I am Bessy Godolphin.”
The knight ranged his eyes over the motley group, but he could not discern his wife. Sturdy, bluff28 old fox-hunters were there in plenty, and well-got-up young gentlemen, all on horseback, their white cords and scarlet coats gleaming in the sun. Ladies were chiefly in carriages; a few were mounted, who would ride quietly home again when the hounds had thrown off; a very few—they might be counted by units—would follow the field. Prior’s Ash and its neighbourhood was supplied in a very limited degree with what they were pleased to call masculine women: for the term “fast” had not then come in. Many a pretty woman, many a pretty girl was present, and the sportsmen lingered, and were well pleased to linger, in the sunshine of their charms, ere the business, for which they had come out, began, and they should throw themselves, heart and energy, into it.
On the outskirts29 of the crowd, sitting her horse well, was a handsome girl of right regal features and flashing black eyes. Above the ordinary height of woman, she was finely formed, her waist slender, her shoulders beautifully modelled. She wore a peculiar30 dress, and, from that cause alone, many eyes were on her. A well-fitting habit of bright grass-green, the corsage ornamented31 with buttons of silver-gilt; similar buttons were also at the wrists, but they were partially32 hidden by her white gauntlets. A cap, of the same bright green, rested on the upper part of her forehead, a green-and-gold feather on its left side glittering as the sun’s rays played upon it. It was a style of dress which[5] had not yet been seen at Prior’s Ash, and was regarded with some doubt. But, as you are aware, it is not a dress in itself which is condemned33 or approved: it depends upon who wears it: and as the young lady wearing this was just now the fashion at Prior’s Ash, feather and habit were taken into favour forthwith. She could have worn none more adapted to her peculiar style of beauty.
Bending to his very saddle-bow, as he talked to her—for, though she was tall, he was taller still—was a gentleman of courtly mien34. In his fine upright figure, his fair complexion35 and wavy hair, his chiselled features and dark blue eyes, might be traced a strong resemblance to Sir George Godolphin. But the lips had a more ready smile upon them than Sir George’s had ever worn, for his had always been somewhat of the sternest; the blue eyes twinkled with a gayer light when gazing into other eyes, than could ever have been charged upon Sir George. But the bright complexion had been Sir George’s once; giving to his face, as it now did to his son’s, a delicate beauty, almost as that of woman. “Graceless George,” old Sir George was fond of calling him; but it was an appellation36 given in love, in pride, in admiration37. He bent to his saddle-bow, and his gay blue eyes flashed with unmistakable admiration into those black ones as he talked to the lady: and the black eyes most certainly flashed admiration back again. Dangerous eyes were those of Charlotte Pain’s! And not altogether lovable.
“Do you always keep your promises as you kept that one yesterday?” she was asking him.
“I did not make a promise yesterday—that I remember. Had I made one to you, I should have kept it.”
“Fickle and faithless,” she cried. “Men’s promises are as words traced upon the sand. When you met me yesterday in the carriage with Mrs. Verrall, and she asked you to take compassion38 on two forlorn dames39, and come to Ashlydyat in the evening and dissipate our ennui40, what was your answer?”
“That I would do so, if it were possible.”
George Godolphin laughed. Perhaps his conscience told him that he had implied more, in a certain pressure he remembered giving to that fair hand, which was resting now, gauntleted, upon her reins42. Gay George had meant to dissipate Ashlydyat’s ennui, if nothing more tempting43 offered. But something more tempting did offer: and he had spent the evening in the company of one who was more to him than was Charlotte Pain.
“An unavoidable engagement arose, Miss Pain. Otherwise you may rely upon it I should have been at Ashlydyat.”
“Unavoidable!” she replied, her eyes gleaming with something very like anger into those which smiled on her. “I know what your engagement was. You were at Lady Godolphin’s Folly44.”
“Right. Commanded to it by my father.”
“Oh!”
“Solicited, if not absolutely commanded,” he continued. “And a wish from Sir George now bears its weight: we may not have him very long with us.”
[6]A smile of mockery, pretty and fascinating to look upon, played upon her rich red lips. “It is edifying45 to hear these filial sentiments expressed by Mr. George Godolphin! Take you care, sir, to act up to them.”
“Do you think I need the injunction? How shall I make my peace with you?”
“By coming to Ashlydyat some other evening while the present moon lasts. I mean, while it illumines the early part of the evening.”
She dropped her voice to a low key, and her tone had changed to seriousness. George Godolphin looked at her in surprise.
“What is the superstition46,” she continued to whisper, “that attaches to Ashlydyat?”
“Why do you ask me this?” he hastily said.
“Because, yesterday evening, when I was sitting on that seat under the ash-trees, watching the road from Lady Godolphin’s Folly—well, watching for you, if you like it better: but I can assure you there is nothing in the avowal47 that need excite your vanity, as I see it is doing. When a gentleman makes a promise, I expect him to keep it; and, looking upon your coming as a matter of course, I did watch for you; as I might watch for one of Mrs. Verrall’s servants, had I sent him on an errand and expected his return.”
“Thank you,” said George Godolphin, with a laugh. “But suffer my vanity to rest in abeyance48 for a while, will you, and go on with what you were saying?”
“Are you a convert to the superstition?” she inquired, disregarding the request.
“N—o,” replied George Godolphin. But his voice sounded strangely indecisive. “Pray continue, Charlotte.”
It was the first time he had ever called her by her Christian49 name: and though she saw that it was done in the unconscious excitement of the moment, her cheeks flushed to a deeper crimson50.
“Did you ever see the Shadow?” she breathed.
He bowed his head.
“What form does it take?”
George Godolphin did not answer. He appeared lost in thought, as he scored his horse’s neck with his hunting-whip.
“The form of a bier, on which rests something covered with a pall51, that may be supposed to be a coffin52; with a mourner at the head and one at the foot?” she whispered.
He bowed his head again: very gravely.
“Then I saw it last night. I did indeed. I was sitting under the ash-trees, and I saw a strange shadow in the moonlight that I had never seen before——”
“Where?” he interrupted.
“In that wild-looking part of the grounds as you look across from the ash-trees. Just in front of the archway, where the ground is bare. It was there. Mr. Verrall says he wonders Sir George does not have those gorse-bushes cleared away, and the ground converted into civilized53 land, like the rest of it.”
“It has been done, but the bushes grow again.”
“Well, I was sitting there, and I saw this unusual shadow. It[7] arrested my eye at once. Where did it come from, I wondered: what cast it? I never thought of the Ashlydyat superstition; never for a moment. I only thought what a strange appearance the shadow wore. I thought of a lying-in-state; I thought of a state funeral, where the coffin rests on a bier, and a mourner sits at the head and a mourner at the foot. Shall I tell you,” she suddenly broke off, “what the scene altogether looked like?”
“Do so.”
“Like a graveyard54. They may well call it the Dark Plain! The shadow might be taken for a huge tomb with two images weeping over it, and the bushes around assumed the form of lesser55 ones. Some, square; some, long; some, high; some, low; but all looking not unlike graves in the moonlight.”
“Moonlight shadows are apt to bear fanciful forms to a vivid imagination, Miss Pain,” he lightly observed.
“Have not others indulged the same fancy before me? I remember to have heard so.”
“As they have said. They never took the form to my sight,” he returned, with a half-smile of ridicule56. “When I know bushes to be bushes, I cannot by any stretch of imagination magnify them into graves. You must have had this Ashlydyat nonsense in your head.”
“I have assured you that I had not,” she rejoined in a firm tone. “It was only after I had been regarding it for some time—and the longer I looked, the plainer the shadow seemed to grow—that I thought of the Ashlydyat tale. All in an instant the truth flashed upon me—that it must be the apparition——”
“The what, Miss Pain?”
“Does the word offend you? It is a foolish one. The Shadow, then. I remembered that the Shadow, so dreaded57 by the Godolphins, did take the form of a bier, with mourners weeping at its——”
“Was said to take it,” he interposed, in a tone of quiet reproof59; “that would be the better phrase. And, in speaking of the Shadow being dreaded by the Godolphins, you allude60, I presume, to the Godolphins of the past ages. I know of none in the present who dread58 it: except my superstitious61 sister, Janet.”
“How touchy62 you are upon the point!” she cried, with a light laugh. “Do you know, George Godolphin, that that very touchiness63 betrays the fact that you, for one, are not exempt64 from the dread. And,” she added, changing her tone again to one of serious sympathy, “did not the dread help to kill Mrs. Godolphin?”
“No,” he gravely answered. “If you give ear to all the stories that the old wives of the neighbourhood love to indulge in, you will collect a valuable stock of fable65-lore.”
“Let it pass. If I repeated the fable, it was because I had heard it. But now you will understand why I felt vexed66 last night when you did not come. It was not for your sweet company I was pining, as your vanity has been assuming, but that I wanted you to see the Shadow.—How that girl is fixing her eyes upon us!”
George Godolphin turned at the last sentence, which was uttered abruptly67. An open barouche had drawn68 up, and its occupants, two ladies, were both looking towards them. The one was a young girl[8] with a pale gentle face and dark eyes, as remarkable69 for their refined sweetness, as Miss Pain’s were for their brilliancy. The other was a little lady of middle age, dressed youthfully, and whose naturally fair complexion was so excessively soft and clear, as to give a suspicion that nature had less hand in it than art. It was Lady Godolphin. She held her eye-glass to her eye, and turned it on the crowd.
“Maria, whatever is that on horseback?” she asked. “It looks green.”
“It is Charlotte Pain in a bright-green riding-habit,” was the young lady’s answer.
“A bright-green riding-habit! And her head seems to glitter! Has she anything in her cap?”
“It appears to be a gold feather.”
“She must look beautiful! Very handsome, does she not?”
“For those who admire her style—very,” replied Maria Hastings.
Which was certainly not the style of Maria Hastings. Quiet, retiring, gentle, she could only wonder at those who dressed in bright-coloured habits with gold buttons and feathers, and followed the hounds over gates and ditches. Miss Hastings wore a pretty white silk bonnet70, and grey cashmere mantle71. Nothing could be plainer; but then, she was a clergyman’s daughter.
“It is on these occasions that I regret my deficient72 sight,” said Lady Godolphin. “Who is that, in scarlet, talking to her? It resembles the figure of George Godolphin.”
“It is he,” said Maria. “He is coming towards us.”
He was piloting his horse through the throng73, returning greetings from every one. A universal favourite was George Godolphin. Charlotte Pain’s fine eyes were following him with somewhat dimmed brilliancy: he was not so entirely74 hers as she could wish to see him.
“How are you this morning, Lady Godolphin?” But it was on the hand of Maria Hastings that his own lingered; and her cheeks took the hue75 of Charlotte Pain’s, as he bent low to whisper words that were all too dear.
“George, do you know that your father is here?” said Lady Godolphin.
George, in his surprise, drew himself upright on his horse. “My father here! Is he, indeed?”
“Yes; and on horseback. Very unwise of him; but he would not be persuaded out of it. It was a sudden resolution that he appeared to take. I suppose the beauty of the morning tempted76 him. Miss Maria Hastings, what nonsense has George been saying to you? Your face is as red as his coat.”
“That is what I was saying to her,” laughed George Godolphin. “Asking her where her cheeks had borrowed their roses from.”
A parting of the crowd brought Sir George Godolphin within view, and the family drew together in a group. Up went Lady Godolphin’s glass again.
“Is that Bessy? My dear, with whom did you come?”
“I came by myself, Lady Godolphin. I walked.”
“Oh dear!” uttered Lady Godolphin. “You do do the wildest things, Bessy! And Sir George allows you to do them!”
[9]“Sir George does not,” spoke77 the knight. “Sir George has already desired her to take her place in the carriage. Open the door, James.”
Bessy laughed as she stepped into it. She cheerfully obeyed her father; but anything like ceremony, or, as the world may call it, etiquette78, she waged war with.
“I expected to meet your sisters here, Bessy,” said Lady Godolphin. “I want you all to dine with me to-day. We must celebrate the first reappearance of your father. You will bear the invitation to them.”
“Certainly,” said Bessy. “We shall be happy to come. I know Janet has no engagement.”
“An early dinner, mind: five o’clock. Sir George cannot wait.”
“To dine at supper-time,” chimed in unfashionable Bessy. “George, do you hear? Lady Godolphin’s at five.”
A movement; a rush; a whirl. The hounds were preparing to throw off, and the field was gathering79. George Godolphin hastily left the side of Miss Hastings, though he found time for a stolen whisper.
“Fare you well, my dearest.”
And when she next saw him, after the noise and confusion had cleared away, he was galloping80 in the wake of the baying pack, side by side with Charlotte Pain.
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