The turret1 clock was striking seven when the coach swung out of the stable-yard, and, turning on the gravel2-drive before the house, drew up with rattling3 harness before the porch. The luggage lay piled upon the roof, a loaded blunderbuss hanging in the straps4 before the back seat. Both the coachman and the serving-man beside him were armed. Peter Gladden, cloaked, and with a couple of pistols swinging in his tail-pockets, stood with his hand on the handle of the door.
Jeffray, his sword under his left arm, handed Bess down the steps to the coach. Dick Wilson followed them, striving not to look lugubrious5, his blue eyes set staringly in his sun-tanned face. Bess tripped into the coach; Jeffray halted with one foot on the step, and held out his hand to his friend with a smile.
“Good-bye, Dick,” he said, “and God bless you.”
“God go with you, too, sir,” he retorted, a little thickly. “I’ll see to your business. The fellow in Lincoln’s Inn shall have your letter, and we’ll forward all news between us to France.”
Jeffray gave a last grip to the painter’s hand, and sprang into the coach.
“There is the letter to my bankers, Dick,” he said, when Gladden had closed the door, “deliver it in person. A portion of it concerns yourself.”
“Concerns me, sir?”
“Yes, Dick—good-bye—good-bye.”
“God go with you both, sir, and may you be happy!”
Peter Gladden climbed to the back seat. The whip cracked, the horses strained at the traces, the heavy wheels ground into the gravel. The great coach rolled away on its high springs, leaving the old house bowered7 up amid its trees, moated by shrubs8 and the thousand faces of its flowers. Dick Wilson ran to the end of the terrace, flapping a red-cotton handkerchief. Jeffray, leaning out of the window, waved to him in turn, Bess looking over her lover’s shoulder. Wilson was still standing9 there when a cedar10 hid the gardens and terrace-way from sight. Gable and chimney-stack and lozenged-casement sank away behind the trees; only a faint trail of blue smoke in the heavens showed where the old house stood.
Jeffray, with a melancholy11 light in his brown eyes for the moment, sighed and turned back towards Bess. She was leaning forward slightly, her elbows resting on her knees, her head thrown back, her white throat showing. She seemed oblivious12 for the moment of Jeffray’s presence.
“Bess.”
She dropped her hands with a start, and lay back in the coach, looking at him very dearly.
“Well, we are on the road,” said the man, smiling.
Her lips quivered, her eyes flashed up to his.
“To-night we shall be at Lewes.”
“Yes.”
“And to-morrow we shall see the sea.”
Bess stretched out her hand to him. Jeffray took it and held it in his, feeling it warm and dewy, full of the swift moving blood of youth.
“Ursula has confessed,” he said, looking in her eyes.
“Ursula?”
“Yes—”
“Is it of Dan?”
“No,” he said, “I had a letter from the King’s officer an hour ago; they had found Ursula tied to a chair in her cottage, and hearing that Dan was dead—and her kinsfolk scattered15, she made a confession16 about the past. You are no Grimshaw, Bess, but some one’s child from over the sea.”
Jeffray told her all that had been laid bare in the old woman’s confession, Bess lying back in the corner of the coach, her eyes looking out at the country that was sweeping17 by. Her fingers crept round Jeffray’s wrist, and contracted spasmodically as though she wished to realize that he was near. The wild and fantastic tale unfolded itself before her, the great ship sunk at sea, the murder of the four sailors in the forest, the hiding of the treasure, the beginning of her own life in Pevensel. She began to understand much that had puzzled her of old, why Isaac had been mad for her to marry Dan, and why the old man had wished to kill her after she had watched them uncovering the chest by the Monk’s Grave.
“Richard,” she said, very softly, still looking out of the window.
“Who was my mother?”
“Bess, I do not know.”
“Did they kill her?”
This time Jeffray’s hand fastened upon the girl’s.
“I fear so,” he said, gravely.
“She was a lady?”
“Yes, so Ursula believed. It was your mother who wore the brooch your husband gave you. We may learn more of the past if the treasure is discovered.”
There was silence between them for a moment. Bess was breathing deeply, her face shining white under her black hair as she suffered the revelation to sink slowly into her soul. Jeffray, still holding her hand, watched her with a great light in his dark eyes. It was his life’s desire to save this woman whom he loved from further pain and tribulation19.
Bess turned to him suddenly, her face flushing, her eyes searching his.
“Ah—then you will not marry a beggar-woman,” she said.
“No, no!”
“Perhaps I have that in me that can make you happy.”
“Need you ask that?”
“You are giving me everything. And I?”
“You—are everything, Bess,” he answered.
So the coach swung along on the road to Lewes, the wheels grinding cheerily over the stones, and Peter Gladden on the back seat solacing20 himself surreptitiously with a bottle of wine that he had hidden under his cloak. Bess and Richard turned their faces towards the green slopes of Pevensel, and took a long look at the forest that still spoke21 to them of mystery. The wild woodland sank back against the northern sky, melting into a purple mist against the blue. On the right, a good mile from the high-road, stood Thorney Chapel22 where Bess and Dan Grimshaw had been married. They could not see the place from the road, for it lay in the valley that ran northward24 to Pevensel and the vale of yews25. Hidden though it was, the bleak26 stone chapel, with its rusty27 bell and rotten porch, rose vividly28 before the thoughts of both. They drew closer to each other in the coach, smiling half sadly into each other’s eyes, remembering all that they had suffered.
The morning sped for them swiftly, like a river running under a rainless sky. The beauty of the earth seemed to grow more strange and alluring29 to their eyes. The great downs were rising and rising, green, gracious, and magnificent towards the south, speaking of the blue sea and the white cliffs that front the foam30. The road ran now through fields and meadows, with here and there a wood filling a shady bottom, or topping the crest31 of a low hill. The crops in the fields rippled32 and glistened33 in the sunlight. The cows browsing34 in the meadows stopped to stare at the coach with liquid, violet eyes. Now and again a church-spire cleft35 the blue, and flashed white under the sun. From the hamlets along the road the sturdy Saxonlings, with their fair skins and tawny36 hair, would run out to cheer, and cling to the great springs behind, to be warned off by Mr. Gladden with imperious and unpardoning scorn.
Now, Peter Gladden was a Lewes man, and having received confidential37 instructions from his master, he took charge of the coach when it had once entered the town. They rumbled38 along the quaint39 old streets, with the gray castle towering above the chimney-stacks and gables, the great, green downs bulwarking the place like giant ramparts. Smoke hung in a blue haze40 over the town, the sun warming the tiled roofs and the red walls, flashing on the plastered gables, glimmering41 upon the casements42. Lewes, buxom43 and stirring in those Georgian days, still carried in its Old World heart the memories of great happenings in the past. Spears and surcoats no longer bristled44 and blazed on bluff45 Mount Harry46. Mighty47 St. Pancras and his Climiacs watched no more over the souls of Gundrada and her husband. The days of kingliness, tyranny, and flaming martyrdom were passed. Soon Tom the Exciseman would be holding forth48 on the noble rights of scavengers and cooks.
The Rodenham coach rolled up the High Street, dropping a serving-man at the Star on the way, and turned into a little side street towards the western end of the town not far from the old castle. Peter Gladden sprang down and appeared at the window. Across the narrow pavement at the corner of the street the round, white-framed windows of a sedate49 little shop, where coy hats and alluring scarfs showed through the panes50 of glass. A brown front-door carried a modest brass51 plate with “Madame Michael, Milliner,” inscribed52 thereon. Gladden, standing hat in hand, assured his master as to the excellence53 of the establishment.
Jeffray could see a couple of girls peering down at the coach from an open window above. He stepped out of the coach and gave his hand to Bess. Opening the door and setting a bell tinkling54 as in maidenly55 trepidation56, he found himself in a little room with the wood-work painted white, a pier-glass in one corner, hats and caps ranged round on brass stands, and shelves filled with rolls of gay stuffs, cotton, satin, silk, and rich brocade. A demure57, yellow-faced woman in a black sack, and wearing a white cap over her beautifully ordered gray ringlets, came forward from an inner room, courtesied, and gazed with polite curiosity at Jeffray and at Bess.
“Good-day, madame,” said the man, blushing, yet cherishing his dignity.
The little French lady smiled sympathetically, her bright eyes darting58 comprehensive glances at Bess’s rough clothes and Jeffray’s grave and boyish face.
“What can I do for you, sir?” she asked, with quaint and courtly composure.
Jeffray, still red, and looking a little amused at his own novel responsibility, explained to madame how greatly they needed her help. It was no question of money; Jeffray desired to see the lady who was to be his wife dressed as charmingly as time and madame’s genius could contrive59. Bess was standing in the middle of the room, looking very tall and stately despite her rough clothes and red stockings and her heavy shoes. She eyed the Frenchwoman a little haughtily60, glanced at herself in the pier-glass, put back the stray strands61 of black hair over her ears, and smiled as her eyes met Jeffray’s.
“I am afraid we are taxing your ingenuity62, madame,” he said, to the aristocratic little lady, with a grave smile.
The Frenchwoman, with her gray ringlets, gave a merry and meaning laugh, glided63 up to Bess, took off the gray cloak, her deft64 hands fluttering white and delicate about the girl’s body.
“Ah, no, a pleasure, monsieur. A Frenchwoman is never taken by surprise. Come. It can be done, ma foi, yes—it is easy, very easy.”
The pretty hats were whisked down from their brass pedestals by the little lady, and poised65 in succession upon Bess’s stately head. Strings66, black, blue, and white, were tied deliciously under the round and pearly chin. Madame stood aside from time to time, striking little attitudes, glancing at Jeffray and clapping her hands.
“Ha, charming, is it not, monsieur? Look in the glass, mademoiselle; see, is it not beautiful? It is the face, the handsome face. Ah, that is quite ravishing. Does not monsieur like it?”
Yes, Jeffray admired the first, the second, the third, and so forth. He would have them all; yes, madame might set them aside as sold. Gowns and petticoats? Madame had a number ready. Of course, that was woman’s business. Would mademoiselle step into the back room? The gentleman would wait, yes, he could not enter such a sanctuary67, and the little Frenchwoman rippled with smiles. The lady should come forth and show herself in the dresses. She would look ravishing; yes, monsieur should not be disappointed.
Perhaps an hour passed, Jeffray scrutinizing68 Madame Michael’s merchandise with the prejudiced eye of a man in love. These pretty stuffs had no significance beyond Bess’s beauty. They were interesting by reason of the honor they might receive in being suffered to clothe the body of the one woman in Christendom. A crowd of small boys and two or three busybodies had gathered round the coach, gaping69 at Peter Gladden, who remained at his post, chin in air, like a Roman sentinel whom nothing could disturb. Madame Michael’s girl-apprentices were giggling70 and chattering71 in the room above. Jeffray went to the semicircular window and looked out. He could see across High Street, down a narrow alley23 a distant view of glimmering green downs and blue-throated corn-fields ablaze72 with poppies.
There was the sound of a door opening, a rustle73 of silks. Jeffray, turning with a quick smile, saw Bess standing in the middle of the room, wearing a summer gown cut low at the bosom74, and made of some gauzy blue stuff dusted with green trefoils. A white satin petticoat showed below it, looped with blue silk. She had a band of black velvet75 about her throat, black mittens76 reaching nearly to her bare elbows, and one of Madame Michael’s adorable hats upon her head. Madame had even rearranged Bess’s hair, the black and gleaming splendor77 of it contrasting with the brown and pearly neck. Bess stood looking at her lover, blushing very deeply, her eyes fixed78 questioningly on his. As for Jeffray, he looked at her, and could not look enough, so stately and adorable did she appear in all these pretty trappings. The wild, sleek79 beauty of Pevensel seemed to glorify80 these fine clothes in a way that would have set many a round-backed and short-legged countess weeping.
The little Frenchwoman glided forward and clapped her hands. She had been watching the pair with her black, twinkling eyes, and enjoying the charm of it with sympathetic vivacity81.
“Monsieur is pleased? Yes, to be sure, never have I had such a figure to show my gowns off. It is superb, superb. This gown, sir, and the others—were made but two weeks ago for a fine lady who disappointed me at the eleventh hour. Mademoiselle has a finer figure; they suit her to perfection.”
Jeffray and Bess were smiling at each other, the girl’s face radiant and suffused82 with a tender happiness. Nothing is more sweet to a woman than to be admired by the eyes of the man she loves.
“It is perfection,” said Jeffray, gravely.
“Ah, monsieur, you are very good. And these hats, and the other gowns that madam has chosen, where may I send them? There is some work for the needle. The evening shall see them finished.”
Jeffray gave the address of the Star Inn in High Street, took out his purse, and desired madame to present her bill. It proved a long one, and took several notes. But what of that? Jeffray was as glad to give as the little French lady was glad to receive. She courtesied Bess and Jeffray to her door, giving them all manner of good-wishes, and promising83 to send the gowns and hats to the Star before dusk. Peter Gladden’s face was a unique study when he set eyes on Bess in all her splendor. He bowed low as he opened the door of the coach, and received Jeffray’s orders to drive to the best goldsmith’s in the town.
Thus Bess and her lover travelled from shop to shop. An enamelled watch, bracelets84, rings, a gold chain, pins, and brooches were taken from the goldsmith’s treasury85. Shoes of fine leather and of satin were forthcoming elsewhere. Trunks were purchased at a saddler’s near the castle-gate. Then came more delicate and mysterious matters. Jeffray thrust his purse into Bess’s hand, and remained in the coach while she went a little shyly into Mr. Wace’s mercery and linen86 shop. The secrets of silken hose and of chemisettes and such gear were beyond the prerogatives87 of man. Bess was blushing very prettily88 when Peter Gladden and Mr. Wace attended her back across the pavement to the coach. Jeffray gave her his hand. She looked in his eyes, reddened, and laughed alluringly89.
The coach rolled along the High Street and stopped before the Star Inn, glimpses of down country striking in between the red-roofed houses. Peter Gladden had taken care to have his master’s advent90 properly prepared for. The landlord came out in person to do the honor of his house. He bowed, rubbed his hands together, set himself and his whole establishment at Jeffray’s service. A private parlor91 had been set apart for him. Madam was to occupy the best bedroom, and the chief chambermaid should wait on her. Yes. The gentleman desired to take passage from Newhaven on the morrow? Many travellers honored the Star at Lewes on their way to France, and the landlord made it his business to obtain trustworthy news as to the shipping92. The weather was perfect, and a brig was sailing for France the very next day. There would be no difficulty about a passage.
Bess and Jeffray supped together in their private parlor whose windows overlooked the place where the Sussex martyrs93 had been burned of yore. Red damask curtains toned well with the black wood-work and the quaint old furniture that had ministered to many. The sunlight came slanting94 in, burning above the western downs, warming the red roofs and the timbered gables of the old town. Time seemed to step to a slow and stately measure. Bells rang mellowly95, the church clocks smote96 the hours. From the narrow streets and passageways the murmur97 of voices, the rumbling98 of wheels, rose up not unmelodiously into the evening air.
Peter Gladden waited at supper behind his master’s chair. The old man’s eyes wandered wonderingly towards Bess as she sat at the table in all the charm of her rich reprieve99. The girl looked very lovely in her gay gown, with the black ribbon about her throat and a red rose thrust into the sable100 wreathings of her hair. She and Jeffray spoke but little, for Gladden’s presence set a restraint upon their tongues. Bess drank a glass of red wine, when Jeffray, smiling, gave her a love toast. They were happy in the quiet passing of the hour, happy in the thoughts of what had passed and what was yet to come.
Jeffray accompanied Bess to the door of her bed-chamber that night, carrying her candle. He stood a moment in the dusk of the beamed passage, looking in her eyes as he bade her good-night.
“Ah—you have been so good to me.”
“No, no, it is my happiness. To-morrow we shall cross the sea.”
She reddened, and turned up her face adorably as though for a kiss. Jeffray saw the chambermaid moving about the room, setting Bess’s new clothes and trunks in order. He bent and touched Bess’s hand with his lips, thinking of the mysterious days that were to come.
“God bless you, dear,” he said.
Her eyes flashed out to him. She took the candle, smiled, and entered the room.
Thus, while Bess put off her clothes amid the stately strangeness of the old inn, and suffered the chamber-woman to bind102 her hair, Jeffray sat at the parlor window and watched the young moon sink over the roofs and chimney-stacks of the old town. The charm of the day’s beauty stirred about him like the scent103 of flowers stealing up into the night. Bess would be sleeping her pure sleep for him, to rise and return, radiant and desirable with the dawn. Soon she would be his wife. The very thought of it stirred in him a strange and mysterious feeling of awe104.
The candles were quenched105 in Bess’s room; her gay clothes were laid out ready for the morrow. Jeffray rose at last from the window-seat, rang the bell for Gladden, and ordered him to have candles carried to his room. Down in the street an old man with flapping brim of his hat turned down over his face, had been loitering to and fro under the shadows of the houses. He limped away as the church clocks struck ten, turned into the opening of a narrow alley, and entered the doorway106 of a low tavern107. Isaac Grimshaw was in Lewes. His son was dead, his brother Solomon taken, the secret of the treasure betrayed by Bess. He had seen the girl drive with Jeffray through the town, had watched her enter several of the shops, and lodge108 at the Star Inn with her lover. Isaac had talked to one of the stable-men in the yard. He had heard that the coach was ordered for the morning, and that Jeffray and Bess were bound for Newhaven to take passage for France.
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