Father Maloney was in a mood, which, it must be confessed, was distinctly unfavourable to his peace of mind. And not only his peace of mind, but his appetite had suffered considerably1 thereby2. Cold corned beef and plum tart3 had been so much sawdust between his lips, flavourless and exceeding dry. Even his after-luncheon pipe failed to rouse him to a cheerier outlook on life in general. Now, when the joys of tobacco had ceased to woo him, matters had, indeed, come to a pretty pass. Anastasia, his housekeeper4, clearing away the débris of the meal, eyed him solicitously5.
“You’re not ill, Father?” she asked, her black eyes snapping anxiety in his direction.
For a moment he roused himself.
“Not at all, not at all,” he responded with a show of briskness6, only to relapse once more into gloom.
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Anastasia shook her head.
“It’ll be that moidering business up to the Castle, I’m thinking,” quoth she to herself, her lips tightening7 in a manner that would have augured8 ill for the author of the business had he been anywhere within sighting distance.
Returning to the kitchen she addressed a fervent9, and, it must be confessed, slightly authoritative10 decade of the rosary to Our Blessed Lady, before beginning to wash up plates and dishes. To her mind something had to be done. Herein her mind and that of old Biddy the nurse up at the Castle were distinctly in accord.
For one hour—two hours, perhaps—Father Maloney sat in his old armchair. During that time he endeavoured, with some degree of success, to say his office with attention. Then he once more lapsed11 into gloomy retrospection and anticipation12.
Since midday the world—the pleasant, material, sunny world—had been turned upside down for him. It is true that this inversion13 had been looked for, feared, for the last six months, but that fact did not prevent the present phenomenon [Pg 63]from being any the less unpleasant when it actually occurred. It requires a peculiarly level head, not to say a certain degree of something almost akin14 to callousness15, to regard matters from so totally different a point of view. It is a position to which you cannot readily adjust yourself. At all events Father Maloney found it one to which he could not readily adjust himself. It required a supreme16 effort on his part merely to hang on, so to speak.
“Sure, and I ought to have been more prepared for it,” he muttered to himself.
Getting out of his chair he went into the little hall, reached down his hat, and took his stick from the stand. Anastasia saw him through the open door of the kitchen. She came to it, a small dried-up woman.
“You’re not going out without your tea, Father,” she protested. “The water in the kettle is boiling this very minute.”
“I’ll not be wanting any tea,” returned Father Maloney opening the front door.
Anastasia went back into the kitchen, shaking her head sorrowfully at the steaming kettle on the stove.
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Father Maloney went slowly down the lane. It was powdered thickly with white dust, since, for a fortnight past at least, the sky by day had been blue and brazen18, at night starlit and cloudless.
Two small girls passed him, belonging to his own flock. They dipped him profound curtseys, glancing at him with bright bird-like eyes. He gave but abstracted response to their salutation, which fact elicited19 from them surprised and regretful comment as soon as he was out of earshot. Though, for that matter, they might, at the moment, have reproached him under his very nose, and gained no hearing.
Leaving the lane presently, he turned through a gate, and up the slope of a grassy20 field. He had need of wider expanses than the hedged-in lane afforded him.
He climbed slowly, pausing every now and then to take breath. At last he gained the summit. Finding the sun distinctly warm, and being heated by the ascent21, he lowered himself slowly on to the short dry grass. So busy was he with his own reflections, that he did not perceive a young man lying in the shade of a blackberry bush some hundred or so paces to his right. But it is very [Pg 65]certain that the young man saw him; and, seeing him, observed him intently.
When Corin had returned to his work, John had again betaken himself to the open.
It was fairly obvious, so concluded John shrewdly, that a route chosen for a morning ramble22 was not likely to be again sought in the afternoon. The proceeding23 would savour too strongly of unoriginality of ideas. But, so he pondered within his mind, it was just possible that some other route might be chosen, and that by the favour of the gods he might hit upon it. Therefore he had set out, leaving matters to those same gods.
Having, after circumlocutious and disappointed walking, gained his present post of eminence24, he had lain down in the shadow of a blackberry bush to muse25 over, and carp at, the fickleness26 of the gods to whom he had trusted, and incidentally to survey the surrounding country for a moving white-robed figure.
Till this present, no figure of any kind had come within his range of vision; then, five minutes or so agone, turning his eyes leftwards, he had perceived [Pg 66]a stout27 elderly priest climbing the hillside towards him.
Here was some solace28. If it were not the rose herself, it was at least one who, it might pretty safely be concluded, was tolerably well acquainted with the rose. A small backwater of a place, such as Malford, does not, he might suppose, yield many priests, nor even, presumably, more than one. There was little doubt in his mind but that the approaching figure was the priest who officiated at Delancey Chapel29.
John observed him intently, as I have said. He saw him lower himself on to the grass with the slow deliberate movement of a stoutish30 man, saw him gazing straight in front of him. From his position John had a view of his face in something less than profile, but it was the dejection of his attitude, rather than his face, that at the moment impressed our John. He watched him, intent, absorbed.
“Something,” observed John mentally, “has recently upset his equilibrium31. Like a wise man he has come into the open to gain restoration of balance.”
Which mental observation showed John to be [Pg 67]possessed of no little shrewdness, as you will perceive. And then, by a really marvellous leap of intuition, he bounced straight into the heart of affairs, went in with a splash, and came up gasping32.
“Oh!” cried John to his soul, “that rumour33, that obnoxious34 and detestable rumour is true, and he has just been made aware of the unassailable fact. The poor old fellow!”
No wonder he looked dejected, no wonder he gazed with all his eyes in the direction of the towers of Delancey Castle plainly visible above the distant trees. If the rumour were true, and John was now very certain of its truth, it was enough to wring35 tears from the heart of a flint, to call forth36 protestation from the tongueless trees and mute stones of the old Castle itself.
An American claimant to that place! that utterly37 and entirely38 English place! Its very walls, its surrounding trees and fields, were so unmistakably and undeniably English. You might have taken up the whole thing and planted it down in any remote and unexpected quarter of the globe that you had chosen, and its whole atmosphere would have shrieked39 its English origin dumbly, but quite, quite explicitly40, at you. At any time [Pg 68]its origin would have been unassailable, and truly fifty times more so at this present moment, as it lay serene41 and peaceful in the blue and golden warmth of an August afternoon.
And now it was to be claimed by an American.
John suffered from no racial prejudice, I would have you to believe; but there were some things that could be, and some things that could not be. And for Delancey Castle to be in any but English hands would be, to his way of thinking, a thing as incongruous and impossible as that a Chinese should don the kilt of the Highlander42, or that a South Sea Islander should assume the Irish brogue. Oh, it was preposterous43, preposterous, preposterous. It was altogether unthinkable and unimaginable.
And then suddenly he was aware of a difference in the old priest’s attitude. It was a tiny difference, a subtle and quite inexplicable44 difference, nevertheless it existed. And all at once John felt himself a bit of an intruder, looking at what he had no atom of right to see. Had he not feared that movement would make his presence known, he would have moved on the instant. As it was he became absorbed in pulling up small blades of [Pg 69]grass from the ground. He pulled at them fiercely, his eyes fixed45 upon them, the while he was most intensely aware of that motionless old figure a hundred paces from him.
At length a sound—it might have been a half cough—caused him to raise his eyes again. He saw the old priest pulling a pipe and tobacco pouch46 from his pocket.
John watched him. The pipe filled, and the pouch replaced, Father Maloney still fumbled47 at his pockets. It would appear that something was missing.
“Matches!” said John. And cautiously he heaved himself to his feet. Softly he advanced some steps, came to a line directly behind the old priest, then marched boldly forward.
“Can I be of any use?” John held out a box towards him.
Father Maloney looked up surprised.
“I’m much obliged. Where did you appear from?”
“From over there.” John waved his hand in a backward and non-committal direction. “I saw you intended lighting48 your pipe, but your intentions were being frustrated49.”
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“Can’t think how I forgot them,” said Father Maloney pulling at his pipe.
John dropped on to the ground beside him.
“What a view!” he announced in a pleasantly conversational50 tone. “And what a day!”
“It is that indeed,” returned Father Maloney cheerfully.
John hugged himself inwardly.
“He’s got the hang of things again, brave old fellow!” he ejaculated mentally. “But I’d give a very great deal to know the veritable standpoint of affairs.”
Aloud he said. “Am I right in imagining that you are the chaplain of Delancey Castle?”
“I am,” said Father Maloney. “What made you think so?”
“Well,” said John airily, “one does not expect to see a superabundance of priests in a Protestant country, and when it comes to a minute spot such as this, where you happen to know there is one priest,—well, when you see him, you imagine he’s the one,” concluded John explicitly.
Father Maloney’s eyes twinkled.
“Under the circumstances, as stated by you, the inference might be drawn,” quoth he.
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And then followed a little silence. Both men were looking towards Delancey Castle, and it may be pretty safely conjectured51 that the thoughts of both were occupied by that same Castle.
John, if the truth be known, was longing—fervently52 longing—that the old priest should give voice to that matter, which, he was fully17 aware, was uppermost in their minds. For him to broach53 the subject would, he feared, savour too strongly of impertinence on the part of a complete stranger. Yet it is very certain that, without any undue54 curiosity on his part, he desired intensely to know the actual rights of the case, to arrive at the veritable truth of the rumour which had twice reached his ears.
Now whether John’s desire was sufficiently55 intense to communicate itself to Father Maloney, or whether it was that the subject which so absorbed the old priest’s mind was bound to find an outlet56 in speech, you may settle as best pleases you. For my part, I have no definite opinion to offer on the matter, though I sway slightly in favour of the latter conclusion. When every nook and cranny of the mind is filled with a thought which increases in volume the more it is absorbed, [Pg 72]there comes a point when an outlet in speech is practically a necessity, and, to my thinking, this point had been reached in the present case of Father Maloney’s mind. Also it is quite possible that he recognized the silent and unobtrusive sympathy of John. Certain it is that he began to speak.
“I suppose you’ll have heard the news of yonder Castle?” he asked, pulling at his pipe.
“I trusted that myself,” said Father Maloney grimly. “But the truth of them is clinched59 now, and that’s a fact.”
“Ah!” said John quietly. And then, “Would you tell me the story? I should like to hear it, if you wouldn’t mind telling it.”
“Not at all, since you’d be caring to hear it But it’s a longish tale, and a bit complicated at that. It might be boring you.”
“Not a bit of it,” declared John fervently. “I’ve been wanting to hear the truth of the matter ever since the first rumour reached my ears. Honestly,” he continued smiling, “it has been nothing but the fear of a snub that prevented me [Pg 73]from broaching60 the subject the first moment I dropped on the grass beside you.”
Father Maloney smiled.
“Ah, well,” he said.
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