Part 24 (1/2)

In a greater hurry, Mrs. Weston began to explain. She was still at it when Alison and Harry came back.

They too had been riding. The storm had granted Alison none of Susan's majestic neatness. She looked a wild creature of the hills, her wet habit clinging about her, black ringlets broken loose curling about her, brown eyes fierce with life, and all the dainty colours of her face very clear and bright. She saw Susan and cried out, ”Oh, my child, I love you.”

Susan rose leisurely to her majestic height and smiled down upon her. ”I think you are the loveliest thing that ever was made,” said she. Alison laughed, and they kissed.

”I am quite of your mind, ma'am,” said Harry. ”Or I was,” he made Susan a bow, ”till this moment.”

”I was going to ask her if she was happy, sir,” Susan said. ”I shan't ask her.” She held out her hand.

”But I want you to ask me a thousand things.” Alison put an arm round her, ”Come away, come. At least I am going to tell you”--she shot a wicked glance at Harry--”everything.” Off they went.

”What's this mean, ma'am?” Harry stood over Mrs. Weston. ”Is our wise Sir John sending to spy out the land?”

”I wish you would not talk so.” Mrs. Weston s.h.i.+vered. ”It is like your father. Oh, sure, you have no need to be suspicious of every one.”

”Suspicious? Faith, I don't trouble myself.” Harry laughed. ”All the world may go hang for me. But you'll not expect me to believe in it.”

”I think you need fear no one's ill will. You are fortunate enough now.”

”Miraculously beyond my deserts, ma'am. As you say. But there's the wisdom of twenty years' shabbiness in me. And I wonder if the good Sir John wants to be meddling.”

”You need not be shabby now.”

”Lord, I bear him no malice. For he can do nought. Only I would not have him plague Alison.”

At last Mrs. Weston smiled upon him. ”Aye, you are very careful of her.”

”I vow I would not so insult her.” Harry laughed.

”But you need not be afraid. Susan is here for herself. She is like that.

She is the most independent woman ever I knew. She has come because she loves Alison.”

”Why, then, I love her. And egad it will be easy. She's a splendid piece.”

Mrs. Weston gave him an anxious glance. ”She is very loyal,” said she, with some emphasis.

”It's a virtue. To be sure it's a virtue of the stupid.” Harry c.o.c.ked a teasing eye at her. ”And I--well, ma'am, you wouldn't call me stupid.”

”I don't think it clever to jeer at what's good--and true--and n.o.ble.”

”Egad, ma'am, you are very parental!” Harry grinned. ”You will be talking to me like a mother--and a stern mother, I protest.”

”Am I stern?” Mrs. Weston looked at him with eyes penitent and tender.

”Only to yourself, I think. Lud, ma'am, why take me to heart?”

”What now, Harry?” Alison and Susan close linked came back again. ”Whose heart are you taking?”

”Why, madame's,” said Harry, with a flourish. ”You see, ma'am,” he turned to Susan, ”I've a gift for making folks cry.”

”Oh. Like an onion,” says she, in her slow, grave fas.h.i.+on.