There were the lodge-gates at last, with the arms of the Dashwoods carved in mossy stone, and the great iron gates from the cunning hand of Quentin Matsys himself. Beyond, the noble elms planted in the days of Elizabeth led to the house, a great Tudor mansion1 with gabled and latticed windows covered with ivy2 to the quaintly3 carved roof-tree. The gardens spread wide on either side; there was a thick hedge of crimson4 roses bounding the park, and in its purple shade the dappled deer reposed5. Ralph Darnley drew a great breath as he took in the splendid beauty and serenity7 of it all. For three hundred years the reign8 of the Dashwoods had lasted, and not a stain had shown itself on the family escutcheon all that time. Darnley could excuse all Mary's pride.
"It is exquisitely10 beautiful," he said, with a queer catch in his voice. "How vividly11 it recalls Tennyson's line--'a haunt of ancient peace.' I am trying to make due allowances for your feelings, Miss Dashwood. If I had been brought up here, my views might be the same as yours. I love old houses."
Mary smiled one of her rare tender smiles. Darnley's eulogy12 touched her. She led the way through a great flagged hall, the walls of which were a perfect dream of carving13; from their frames dead and gone Dashwoods looked down. There was oak carving everywhere, the ceilings were panelled, in the stained glass windows masses of flowers stood. Ralph would have stopped to admire it all, but Mary hurried him on.
"We will go into the breakfast-parlour," she said. "Then I will endeavour to show you that I can be useful as well as ornamental14. Excuse me one moment--I must get rid of these torn gloves. Ring the bell, please, for Slight, the butler, and ask him for warm water and towels."
Ralph laid his hand on the bell as Mary flitted away. The old butler came presently, a thin little man, pink and white, the embodiment of what an old servant should be. Ralph gave his directions clearly enough, but the man stood there shaking from head to foot. There was joy and terror and amazement15 on his face; the tears gathered in his rheumy eyes.
"Mr. Ralph!" he whispered, "Mr. Ralph come back from the grave! Come back after all these years! What will the master say if he knows? I'm dreaming, that's what is the matter; I've gone off my head or I'm dreaming. And after forty years!"
The speaker came forward tremblingly and touched Ralph's hand. Apparently16 the contact with warm flesh and blood reassured17 him, for the pink apple bloom came back to his cheek.
"The same and yet not the same," he went on. "Stands to reason as forty years must make a deal of difference. But you are Mr. Ralph over again all the same. I loved him, sir. I mourned for him like a child of my own. I taught him to ride; I taught him to use a gun. I had to stand between him and Sir Ralph when the crash came. And you are his son as sure as there is a Heaven above us."
"Not quite so loud," Ralph said. "Pull yourself together, Slight. I take it you are old Slight about whom my father talked so often. He did not forget you, Slight. On his deathbed he gave me a message for you."
"And so my dear Mr. Ralph is dead. Dear, dear. What shall I call you, sir?"
"You are to call me nothing for the present," Ralph said. "I am Mr. Darnley, Slight, and you are to be discreet18 and silent. I had quite left you out of my calculation when I came here today; in fact, I had forgotten all about you. It never occurred to me that you would discover the likeness19 to what my father was forty years ago. I will ask you to meet me this evening, say, at half-past ten at the lodge-gates, for I have much to say to you."
"And, meanwhile, is nobody to know anything about you, sir?"
"Not a soul. The present head of the house never saw my father. The only one likely to recognize me would be the dowager Lady Dashwood, who is at the dower house. I am placing myself and my happiness entirely20 in your hands, my faithful old Slight, and I ask you not to betray me. Rest assured that it will all come right in time. Meanwhile, I have hurt my arm, and I require towels and soap and hot water."
Slight went his way with the air of a man who dreams. He came back presently, followed by Mary Dashwood. She dressed Darnley's arm skilfully21 enough. The touch of her fingers was soft and soothing22. She was a tender and feeling woman now, without the slightest suggestion of cold pride on her face.
"I think that is all," she said quietly. "How brave and strong you are: how little you make of your courage. And yet few could have done what you did for me today. But I am forgetting that my father will be glad to see you. Let us go to the library."
A tall figure rose from a mass of papers heaped on a table. Here in the library was the same restful air of calm repose6, the same patrician23 silence that brooded over everything like the spirit of the place. A flood of sunlight, tempered by the amber24 and blue of the stained glass windows filled the room; the rays centered upon the tall figure with the thin white face and grey hair, standing25 by the table.
"My daughter has been telling me everything, Mr. Darnley," Sir George said. "It was well and bravely done of you. . . . I am glad to see you in my house."
Darnley murmured something appropriate; he hoped that the expression of his face was not betraying his emotions. For the change in Sir George since they had last met was startling. The old, jaunty26, easy manner was gone, the straight figure was lost, the iron-grey hair was white as snow. There were deep lines of care and suffering graven on the pleasant face, a suggestion of fear, or fright, or remorse27. This was a man who carried some secret in his heart. Darnley felt that he would have passed Sir George in the street unrecognized. And yet the man appeared to possess everything that made life worth living. Ralph ventured to offer some suitable comment on the house and the beauty of the surroundings. A look of infinite sadness overcame the features of Dashwood for the moment. The slender fingers clutched as if at something unseen, as the fingers of a drowning man might clutch at a straw.
"Yes, it is perfect enough," he said dreamily. "A perfect house in a perfect setting. And Mary loves it even more than I do. It seems almost impossible to connect this place with sin and suffering and the sordid28 cares of life--what is it, Slight?"
"A telegram for you, Sir George," the old butler murmured. "Is there any reply, sir?"
Sir George murmured that there was no reply. He dropped the telegram in an unconcerned way upon the table, but his hand was shaking again, and his features looked terribly white and worn.
"From Horace Mayfield," he said huskily. "He is coming down today, on a rather important piece of business, and will probably stay the night. By the way, Darnley, it would give me great pleasure if you would dine with us this evening."
Ralph would have refused. It would have been an exquisite9 pleasure to spend a long summer evening with Mary in that delightful29 old house, but then it seemed impossible to be under the same roof as Horace Mayfield. It appeared strange that that handsome, plausible30, well-bred scoundrel should be a friend of Dashwood. Ralph was framing a courteous31 refusal when he became conscious that Mary was regarding him with a pleading glance. Her face was weary and anxious-looking, her eyes were alight with an appeal for help. She was asking Ralph to come, and yet she did not want her father to see how eager she was.
"I shall be delighted," Ralph answered. "Half-past seven, I think. And now I must be going."
Ralph turned away into the great dim hall followed by Mary. A ray of sunlight fell upon her beautiful face and grateful blue eyes.
"That was very good of you," she murmured. "Mr. Darnley, Ralph, if I should want a friend in the near future, I feel assured that I can rely upon you."
"I love you with my whole heart and soul," Ralph replied. "And some day you will give that love to me. I would give my life for you, if necessary, and you know it."
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