'Looking, I saw
Where sorrow, like a shadow grim, did rise
Betwixt me and the sun.'
Autumn had come, mellow1 and gorgeous. The trees were turning to russet and amber2 and gold, and the swallows had long since flown away. The plums hung ripe and yellow upon the kitchen garden wall, and the apples were piled in rosy3 heaps in the orchard4, ready for the cider-making.
The hop-gathering was over, and the hoppers—a motley crew—had returned to the slums of Stafford and Birmingham, the men not sorry to cease hard work, but the poor, draggled women and the little children with a wistful good-bye to the green fields, and all, I think, with a half sigh of regret for the Rector, who had toiled5 unceasingly among them during their brief stay, hoping, if by ever so little, to raise the hopeless lives and the sodden6 minds to a knowledge of higher things.
A band of gipsies was the next event. They arrived late one evening, nobody knew from where, and encamped on a patch of ground by the roadside, not very far from the Abbey (much too near, Father said, for the safety of his hen-roosts), coming like a tribe of[171] wandering Israelites, with most of their worldly possessions on their backs. They were real gipsies, too, not the fair-haired hybrid7 pretenders who go about in neat caravans8 with muslin curtains to the windows, and wicker baskets slung9 on the top, but a dark-eyed, Spanish-looking crew, who put up a tent with a pole and a ragged10 blanket, and stewed11 their supper in a black caldron hung from three sticks set in the ground.
The children came across them suddenly, just as the sun was setting, and the picturesque12 scene stirred Peggy's sense of romance—perhaps also her budding artistic13 taste—to the core. The whole family was gathered together on the grass round the wood fire, the smoke of which rose up faintly blue against the russet of the beech-woods behind—handsome, fierce-eyed men, lying slouching idly on the ground smoking short black pipes; slatternly women with gay handkerchiefs tied round their black hair, bustling14 about with something savoury inside tin cans; ragged brown-skinned little children, gnawing15 at bones with savage16 haste; while a few disreputable dogs waited eagerly for the scraps17 that were thrown to them from time to time. A small cart, laden18 with brooms and coarse crockery, was tilted19 up by the hedge, while a couple of worn-out old donkeys, with clogs20 tied to their legs, cropped the grass close by, with dejection in their drooping21 ears.
'I'm sure they're talking Romany,' said Peggy, squeezing Bobby's arm hard in her excitement, and drawing him behind a bush, so as to watch the scene unobserved. 'What a queer life! Just think of getting up every morning, and not knowing where you were going to be by night, and sleeping under that dirty tent! I wonder what they have in that[172] caldron? It smells nice, at any rate, though rather too oniony.'
'Pheasants, I should think, and rabbits that they have poached,' whispered Bobby. 'The keepers will have a lively time to-night. I wonder where they prigged the onions.'
Low as the children had spoken, the sharp ears of the gipsies had heard them, and a withered22, witch-like old crone came hurrying up from the group near the fire, with an eager glitter in her eye.
'Tell your fortune, my little master? Tell your fortune, my pretty young lady? Cross the poor gipsy's hand with a silver sixpence, that the planets may work.'
'We haven't any money,' said Peggy hurriedly, a little scared when it came to meeting the tribe at such close quarters.
'Ah, but no doubt the little lady's father is at home at the big house yonder, and she can get a silver piece from him, and come back to the poor old gipsy.'
'He's gone to Warford this evening,' began innocent Bobby. 'There isn't anybody at home at all.'
But the more wary23 Peggy, seeing the folly24 of such revelations, gave him a nudge, and the emphatic25 hint: 'Shut up!'
'The pretty thing at the young lady's neck would do as well,' continued the woman in a wheedling26 voice, eyeing Peggy's brooch, 'or the little gentleman's silver chain. Oh, I won't keep them, missy; only hold them in my hand for a minute to influence the stars! You trust the poor gipsy, and she'll tell you what the future has in store for you.'
But Peggy and Bobby were not so simple as to be taken in by such palpable guile27, and they walked on, with the old crone following persistently28 in their wake,[173] at first clamouring for some trifle and then hurling29 curses at their heads. As she passed the encampment she said something in Romany, and one of the men sprang to his feet with a shrill30 whistle. The terrified children took to their heels, and I don't really know what might have happened, only fortunately the familiar figure of old Barlow, the village cobbler, appeared stumping31 down the road in the distance. He was not generally a very attractive person, being snuffy in appearance and crusty in temper, but to-night no fairy prince could have been more appreciated, and they flew to him, each seizing one of his horny hands with an enthusiasm which much surprised him. They were ever afterwards fully32 persuaded that but for his timely arrival they would have been robbed and murdered, and their bodies hidden away from their sorrowing relatives, like Eugene Aram's victim, or the little princes in the Tower, and they felt quite an affection for Barlow in consequence, so much so that Bobby determined33 to wear out his boots as fast as possible, that he might put some business in the old man's way.
Though Mr. Vaughan did not take quite such a serious view of the episode, he thought the gipsies were certainly undesirable34 additions to the countryside, and sent a hint to the local police, with the result that, when Peggy and Bobby screwed up their courage, and dared each other to go and have another peep at the encampment, they found the tent struck and the wanderers flown, with nothing to mark their passing visit but a few dirty pieces of paper and the ashes of the wood fire, though loud complaints from neighbouring farmers as to missing ducks and geese, and traces of snares35 found by the keepers in the preserves, showed that they had not gone away empty-handed.
[174]The gipsies were soon forgotten in the excitement of cider-making, for the ripe piles of apples had been gathered into the big barn, and the children liked to watch the great press as its stone roller slowly crushed the fruit into pulp36, and let the juice escape into the trough below. It always seemed a pity, Peggy thought, to make the nice apples into such horrid37 stuff as cider, and she was glad David stored so many away in the loft38 for winter use, and in the meantime she and Bobby consumed such quantities that Father declared they would both be breaking out into leaves and blossom in the springtime.
The blackberries were ripe, too, and there were many expeditions in search of them, mostly in their own fields, for the hedgerows abounded39 in the purple fruit, and Lilian's housekeeping soul was at present bent40 on jams and cordials.
One Saturday afternoon Peggy had had a long scramble41 through copse and bracken, over fences and along stubble fields, and had filled her big basket almost full, somewhat to the detriment42 of her costume and fingers, and she was now working her way home along the edge of the pasture, picking as she went. She had climbed up the bank to reach a particularly luscious43 looking cluster from the long, trailing brambles overhead, when voices below attracted her attention, and, peeping through the hedge, she saw two horsemen riding slowly along in the bridle-path beneath. The first was a lean, spare man, with gray side-whiskers and a slight stoop, whose rather sporting attire44 accorded ill with his sharp, keen face; while the second, the one on the better horse, was stout45 and ruddy of countenance46, a man who looked as though he would be more at home in a bar-parlour than in a drawing-room, and who held himself with a complacent47 air, as one who is[175] satisfied both with the world in general and himself in particular.
'That is the house,' said the first, reining48 in his horse just below where Peggy was standing49, and pointing with his riding-whip at the Abbey. 'It's a fine old property, and has grand capabilities50 about it, too.'
'H'm, it would want a good deal of repairing,' remarked the other, tugging51 at his sandy moustache. 'I should pull down that tower and the older part, and throw out a billiard-room and a conservatory52. I suppose the stables would all want rebuilding, and no doubt that wood could be cleared, and turned into pleasure-grounds. It would cost a sight of cash to do it all shipshape—not that that's much odds53 to me if a thing takes my fancy. This grass-land would be grand for a racer or two; I've my eye on the Melton sweepstakes yet. When did you say it falls due?'
'Next July,' returned the thin man, lowering his voice. 'Of course, they will try every end up to meet it, but unless they can raise it privately54, which doesn't seem likely, there isn't a soul who would lend more than two-thirds of the amount on the security, so the thing is as good as done.'
Eavesdropping55 was certainly not one of Peggy's besetting56 sins, but she could not help overhearing all that was said, and as the pair rode on down the path towards the gate, she picked up her basket and walked in the same direction on her own side of the hedge, so as to get a good look at them if possible. At the gate they paused, for it was shut, and he of the gray whiskers, after fumbling57 at the latch58 with his whip, was evidently preparing with much reluctance59 to dismount, when, spying Peggy, he called to her, and asked her to open it.
[176]Peggy felt half inclined to refuse, and turn away, for she did not like his tone, but her kindly60 country instinct prevailed, and she swung it open wide. He rode through without even a 'Thank you!' but his companion fumbled61 in his waistcoat pocket, and, scarcely stopping to look at her, flung her a penny as he passed. All the proud Vaughan blood rushed into Peggy's face. In a fury of wrath62 she seized the offending coin and flung it after its donor63, but, like many of our keenest shafts64, it fell harmless, for she missed her aim, and the horsemen rode on, sublimely65 unconscious of the storm they had left behind them.
'That they should dare!' said Peggy hotly to herself, flushing all over with indignation. 'I suppose they took me for a village child. I'm afraid I do look rather untidy with blackberrying, but all the same they might have seen the difference. I wish I had never gone near the gate, and let them open it for themselves. David,' she said to the old man, who was coming across the field with a sack of potatoes, 'who are those people riding along the pasture? I can't call them gentlemen.'
'Who be they two, Miss Peggy?' said David, laboriously66 putting down the sack and shading his eyes with his hand. 'Wheer did you say they be?'
'In the pasture. Oh, look quick, or they'll be gone!' cried Peggy, impatient at his slow ways.
'Oh, I know they! Yes, I do for sure. I see'd 'em round t'other side o' the field five minutes agone. The thin un in front be Mester Reade, the lawyer fra' Warford, and a tight-fisted rascal67 he be, too, from all they say. It's Heaven help them as Lawyer Reade gets his teeth into! And the big, stout man be Mester Norton, the distiller, him as has those works t'other side o' Warford, and runs half the drink-shops in the[177] town, to say naught68 o' the country publics he owns, too. The teetotalers calls him "Old Blazes," partly to favour his red face and partly 'at he keeps the whisky traffic going so briskly. He's worth a power o' money, he be, but it all comes out o' poor folks' pockets, what ought to be put to a better use.'
So that was the father of Phyllis and Marjorie Norton, that vulgar man with the loud voice and the coarse red face, and those pretty frocks and handsome carriages were all paid for out of the ruin of poor people's homes; for the lower parts of Warford had a bad character, and the clergy69 waged ceaseless war against the terrible curse of drink.
'What are they doing in our fields?' inquired Peggy, suddenly recalling the conversation she had inadvertently overheard, the remembrance of which had been lost in the heat of her wrath.
'Why, there be a right-o'-way across the pasture, and through the hazel-wood, though it's not a many as ever uses it. Wheer they could be a'-goin' to passes me, for it don't lead to nowheer, except on to the high-road agin, and it's not in sense that they should ride out o' their way, just to come round by the Abbey.'
Peggy thought privately that must have been exactly their reason, but she said nothing to David on the subject, reserving further inquiries70 for Lilian, to whom she ran home to give a full description of her encounter.
'Whatever could he mean, Lilian? He talked almost as if the Abbey were his, and said he should pull down the tower, and do ever so many other things. Do you think he can be mad?'
To her surprise, Lilian took the matter only too seriously.
'Oh, Peggy dear!' she said, putting down the pile[178] of stockings she was darning, 'I don't know whether I ought to tell you or not, but you seem so much older now than you used, and I think I can trust you not to talk about it to anybody. Poor Father is most dreadfully worried just at present, for, you see, this Mr. Norton has a mortgage on the estate.'
'What's that?' inquired Peggy.
'I'm afraid I can't explain business things very clearly, but a lot of money was lent on the understanding that if it was not paid back, the Abbey should go instead of it.'
'Did Father have the money?'
'Oh no. I believe our great-grandfather had some, and then grandfather and Uncle Charlie, who died, had the rest. It has been going on for years and years, and Father has kept trying to pay it off, but he never could manage it. Of course, it was not Mr. Norton who lent it at first, but through this Mr. Reade, the lawyer, he has what is called "bought up the mortgages," and now he claims all the money back, and I'm afraid, from what you heard to-day, he will take the Abbey if he does not get it.'
Peggy was aghast. That it was possible for the Vaughans and the Abbey to be ever dissevered had never before entered into her calculations, and the prospect71 was so terrible that she thrust it from her with scorn.
'It can't be!' she cried. 'They couldn't turn us out of the Abbey, when we've always lived here! Father will get the money somehow! Perhaps Mr. Neville or the Rector would lend it to him.'
Lilian shook her head sadly.
'They haven't got it to lend; they are neither of them really well off, you know, and it is such a large sum. But I keep hoping all the time that we may[179] find some way out of the trouble. I don't know whether to tell Father or not what you heard to-day. I'm afraid it will only worry him.'
'I think perhaps he ought to know,' said Peggy briefly72, as she turned and went out to hide a suspicious choking sensation in her throat. Then, going into the ruins, she climbed up on to the old wall, from which the best view of the house and its surroundings could be obtained, and gazed with new eyes at the panorama73 of her home; and as her glance travelled slowly from orchard to stackyard, from meadow to garden, back to the ivy-clad tower and the red gabled roof, 'I think,' she said slowly, 'that if we had to leave the Abbey, it would break my heart!'
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