Part 2 (1/2)
The carriage stopped. The two labourers who had guided them approached the window, which Melrose had let down.
”Yo'll do now!” they shouted with cheerful faces. ”You've n.o.bbut to do but keep straight on, an' yo'll be at t' Tower in a coople o' miles.”
”Thank you, my men, thank you. Here's a drink for you,” said Melrose, stretching out his hand.
The foremost labourer took the coin and held it to the lantern. He burst into rough laughter.
”Saxpence! My word, Jim!--here's a gentleman wot's free wi' his muny.
Saxpence! Two men--and two lanterns--fur t' best part of a mile! We're goin' cheap to-night, Jim. Gude meet to yer, sir, an' next time yo'
may droon for me!”
”Saxpence!” The lad behind also applied his lantern to the coin. ”Gie it me, Bob!” And raising it with a scornful gesture he flung it into the river. Then standing still, with their hands on their hips, the light from the lanterns on the ground breaking over their ruddy rain-washed faces, they poured out a stream of jeers in broad c.u.mbrian, from which the coachman, angrily urged on by Melrose, escaped as quickly as he could.
”Insolent boors!” said Melrose as men and flood disappeared from view.
”What did we want with them after all? It was only a device for bleeding us.”
Mrs. Melrose awoke from her trance of terror with a quavering breath. She did not understand what had pa.s.sed, nor a word of what the labourers had said; and in her belief over the peril escaped, and her utter fatigue, she gave the child to Anastasia, lay back, and closed her eyes. A sudden and blessed sleep fell upon her for a few minutes; from which she was roused all too soon by grating wheels and strange voices.
”Here we are, Netta--look alive!” said Melrose. ”Put something round the child, Anastasia. We have to walk through this court. No getting up to the door. Find some umbrellas!”
The two women and the child descended. From the open house-door figures came hurrying down a flagged path, through an untidy kitchen garden, to the gate in a low outer wall in front of which the carriage had drawn up.
Netta Melrose grasped the nurse's arm, and spoke in wailing Italian, as she held an umbrella over the child.
”What a place, Anastasia!--what a place! It looks like a prison! I shall die here--I know I shall!”
Her terrified gaze swept over the old red sandstone house rising dark and grim against the storm, and over the tangled thickets of garden dank with rain.
But the next moment she was seized by the strong hands of Mrs. Dixon and Thyrza, who half led, half carried, her into the hall of the Tower, while Dixon and young Tyson did the same for the nurse and baby.
”A very interesting old place, built by some man with a real fine taste!
As far as I can see, it will hold my collections very well.”
The new owner of Threlfall Tower was standing in the drawing-room with his back to the fire, alternately looking about him with an eager curiosity, and rubbing his hands in what appeared to be satisfaction. The agent surveyed him.
Edmund Melrose at that moment--some thirty years ago--was a tall and remarkably handsome man of fifty, with fine aquiline features deeply grooved and cut, a delicate nostril, and a domed forehead over which fell thick locks of black hair. He looked what he was--a man of wealth and family, spoilt by long years of wandering and irresponsible living, during which an inherited eccentricity and impatience of restraint had developed into traits and manners which seemed as natural to himself as they were monstrous in the sight of others. He had so far treated the agent with the scantest civility during their progress through the house; and Tyson's northern blood had boiled more than once.
But the inspection of the house had apparently put its owner in a good temper, and he seemed to be now more genially inclined. He lit a cigarette and offered Tyson one. Upstairs the child could be heard wailing. Its mother and nurse were no doubt ministering to it. Mrs.
Melrose, so far as Tyson had observed her arrival, had cast hasty and s.h.i.+vering looks round the comfortlessness of the hall and drawing-room; had demanded loudly that some of the cases enc.u.mbering the hall and pa.s.sages should be removed or unpacked at once, and had then bade Mrs.
Dixon take her and the child to their rooms, declaring that she was nearly dead and would sup upstairs and go to bed. She seemed to Tyson to be a rather pretty woman, very small and dark, with a peevish, excitable manner; and it was evident that her husband paid her little or no attention.
”I can't altogether admire your taste in carpets, Tyson,” said Melrose, presently, with a patronizing smile, his eyes fastening on the monstrosity in front of him.
The young man flushed.
”Your cheque, sir, was not a big one, and I had to make it go a long way.
It was no good trying the expensive shops.”