IT happened that when Lady Clancarty came back from her visit to the house in the forest, weary and tear-stained but happier and more peaceful, she found herself in trouble. She had been gone a long time and unhappily her absence had been noticed and commented upon. Faithful and devoted1 as Alice was, she was not quickwitted enough to invent excuses, and was, indeed, thoroughly2 frightened and distressed3 by her mistress’ absence which she could not help connecting in some way with Lord Clancarty. There had been, in consequence, a great hubbub4 at the Lion’s Head, and men were running hither and yon; while the servants, who had carried her chair, to save themselves from blame had not failed to give a highly colored account of her meeting with a strange man in the lane and her disappearance5 in his company. When Lady Betty came quietly back through the garden, hoping to[Pg 212] escape to her room unobserved, she met Lord Spencer with his face as white as a sheet and his lids drooped6 low over his eyes. He stood in the door of the inn that opened upon the court, and his sister came upon him so unexpectedly that she had no time for flight. She knew the signs too well, however, not to be prepared, and her old spirit returned to her stronger than ever, and she held her head high. But Spencer did not intend to open the quarrel there in a public place, his mood was more dangerous. He was quite aware that the servants, and even the landlord, were peeping at them from the kitchen way, and he bowed courteously7 to his sister and offered her his hand.
“I can go quite well alone, Charles,” she replied passing him with a careless manner that was scarcely a faithful indication of her mood; “I am too weary to drink tea or play gleek,” she added yawning; “faith, ’tis tiresome9 to walk in the fields.”
“Extremely so,” replied my lord, as smooth as silk, “especially when you bring wood briars back upon your farthingale.”
[Pg 213]Lady Betty blushed red as a poppy as she glanced down at the tell-tale twig10 caught in the ruffles11 of her skirts.
“Pull it off, my dear,” she said sweetly.
“Nay, I fear the thorns,” he replied, with distant politeness.
“You are wise, Charles,” she said, “’tis well to keep your fingers out of other people’s troubles.”
He bit his lip, giving her a furious glance as she tripped up the stairs ahead of him. But, though he followed more deliberately13, he entered Lady Sunderland’s room but a moment after her, and in time to hear her reply to his mother’s sharp inquiry14.
“I walked a little way in the meadows, madam,” said Betty, with delightful15 mendacity; “you know you recommended it for my complexion16.”
[Pg 214]Lady Sunderland tittered behind her fan; if anything appealed to her, it was her daughter’s absolute audacity20. But Spencer was furious.
“You choose a fine subject for a jest,” he said; “I would have you know, madam, that my sister cannot run about Newmarket with a groom21!”
Then Betty turned upon him like a fury.
“Do not dare to say that to me again,” she cried, her bosom22 heaving with passion; “you forget to whom you speak! Do you think—do you dare to think—that I am not as capable as you of defending my own honor and dignity? More, sir, I would have you know that I am accountable to none but my father and—my husband!” and she swept past him and out of the room like a whirlwind.
“La!” she exclaimed, “her spirit!—I’d give ten guineas to see her do that over again,—and you deserved it, Charles, my love.”
Her son gave her an exasperated24 look.
“That fellow is Clancarty—I am sure of it,” he said fiercely, “and the minx is in communication with him—but, by Saint Thomas, I’ll break it up—if I have to break his head!”
“Fudge, my love,” replied the countess[Pg 215] tittering, “’twill take more than your wit to keep two lovers apart; but never fear, she’ll not give up her wealth and comfort to run away with him—she has too much sense.”
Lord Spencer’s eyelids25 drooped lower. “I’ll see that she never has the opportunity, madam,” he said, in a cool voice that had the effect of making Lady Sunderland shiver much as Betty had.
Meanwhile, Lady Clancarty poured out her hopes and fears and half-formed plans to Alice Lynn. The first thing to be done was to get the wounded man into a place of comfort, where he would also be secure, and in this Alice could help more than her mistress had dreamed. The girl had an uncle living in Cambridge, a mercer, and a man with Jacobite leanings, and she at once suggested his house as a possible shelter for Lord Clancarty. After some discussion, her mistress eagerly accepted this opportunity, especially as she must leave Newmarket soon for London to join her father, and Cambridge would be near. There were many secret missives passing to and fro between the house in the woods and the Lion’s Head, but Betty found herself too closely watched by Spencer to dare another visit, and by the end of a week Lord Clancarty was[Pg 216] strong enough to be moved to Cambridge, to her infinite relief. The journey was safely and secretly accomplished26, and she had the happiness of knowing that he would have both care and nursing, besides greater security.
By this time the races were over, and the stream of people had poured back to the capital, where Parliament had been opened by the king, and Newmarket was empty and quiet. Lady Sunderland went to Windsor, leaving her daughter to go on to London to the earl’s house, where Sunderland and Spencer had preceded her.
Lady Clancarty went up to London, therefore, with her two women, Alice and Melissa Thurle, and tried to wait with patience for an opportunity to see her husband again. She was cheered and solaced27, however, by frequent secret messages that assured her, not only of his safety, but that he was mending rapidly. He had even been able to write her one letter himself, which she kept hidden in her bosom by day and under her pillow by night, though it was only a meagre little letter, written while his hand was still unsteady.
“Dear heart,” he wrote, “was it a dream—that lovely vision in the dark cabin? Were those soft kisses immaterial too? Or did I[Pg 217] really hold you in my arms and feel your cheek against my own? Dear heart, dear wife, I love you, yet am I parted from you—but not for long—not for long! Else would this earth be a purgatory28 and I should wish the wound had been fatal! Forgive me, I do not doubt you,—I should rather die.”
But the time came, at last, when it was even dangerous to receive or send these missives, for Lord Spencer was watchful29 and suspicious still, and for Clancarty’s sake Betty forced herself to be patient,—the sharpest trial of all.
The weeks passed and the cold Saint Agnes weather was upon them. Parliament was in the depths of its wrangles30 over the military establishment, but the House of Commons, though never more unruly than in these last years of William the Third, was in a somewhat milder mood—alarmed by the threatened difficulty of the Spanish Succession—and it permitted the ministers to put the most favorable interpretation31 upon the law and retain ten thousand fighting men. Further, it expressed its attachment32 to the sovereign’s person by suspending the benefit of the Habeas Corpus Act twelve months longer from Bernardi and the other conspirators34 involved in the late Assassination35 Plot. Lord Sunderland was[Pg 218] almost constantly at the king’s elbow, absorbed in political affairs, and Spencer stood out as a shining light among the younger Whigs.
Meanwhile, Lady Clancarty fretted36 her heart out because she could neither see Clancarty nor get a message from him. Her suite37 of rooms at Leicester House—which was now the town house of the Earl of Sunderland—were never so dreary38. She paced them day and night in her anxiety, and struggle as she would to hide it, there were signs of it upon her face. Yet she played her part well as the mistress of her father’s house, and she had never been more lovely or more courted. Her receptions were always crowded, and at every ball she was the centre of a lively group of admirers and friends. But with it all her heart ached.
It was one evening, the night of my Lord Bridgewater’s ball at his house in the Barbican, that Lady Clancarty stood looking at her own reflection, all dressed for the rout39. Her gown, a wondrous40 affair of silver lace and white brocade, became her well, and her luxuriant hair was deftly41 dressed with one large diamond flashing like a star amidst the curls. She turned away from the glass smiling—she could not help a certain pleasure in the picture—but the next she sighed and looked about for Alice.
[Pg 219]“Where is the girl?” she said to herself; “alas! what a silly fool I am to deck myself out like this—for what? I know not, since he cannot see me and I cannot tell how it fares with him.”
Her mood changed swiftly; a moment before she had thought of herself and of the ball—now she stood dejected, her head bowed, tears in her eyes.
“Ah, if I only knew how he was,” she murmured softly, “if I could only see him well!”
As she spoke the door opened gently and Alice looked in, glancing around the room.
“What ails42 you, Alice?” asked her mistress, “you wear the face of a conspirator33; where have you been?”
Alice laid her finger on her lips and withdrew—to Betty’s infinite astonishment—and the next instant the door opened wider and a tall man, cloaked and booted for riding, crossed the threshold.
Betty uttered a strange little cry; her beautiful India fan fell on the floor and broke in a thousand pieces. Lord Clancarty sprang toward her and caught her in his arms in time to keep her from falling.
“My darling!” he said, “I came too unexpectedly—I have done wrong.”
[Pg 220]“O Donough!” she cried, smiling through her tears, “I am so glad—so glad!” and she held him off to look at him; “pale,” she said, “and thin—but mine—mine own!”
“Ah, Betty darling!” he whispered, covering her face with kisses, “I have been dying for this—to come to you again!”
“And you came here!” she said, a little catch in her voice, “here, in this house,—oh, the danger of it! Spencer hates your very name, darling; how dared you come?”
“How dared I, Betty?” he replied, “ah, my child, you do not know me. Are you glad to see me even here?”
“Am I glad?” she murmured, tears in her eyes. “Ah, Donough, the days have seemed like weeks—the weeks eternities!”
“I am not worthy44 of you,” he said, laying his cheek against her soft one, “I am not worthy of you; but above all else I love you—ay, better than my own soul!”
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