Part 65 (1/2)

'What about that, Winnie? I specially want to know about his laugh.'

'Then I will tell you. When he laughed his teeth were a little too much seen; and this gave the mouth a somewhat satirical expression.'

'Winnie,' I said, 'there is no need now for you to tell me the name of the gentleman. In a few sentences you have described him better than I could have done in a hundred.'

'And certainly there is no reason why I should not tell you his name,' she said, laughing, 'for if there is a word that is musical in my ears, it is the name of him whose voice is music--D'Arcy. When he told me that I should know everything in time, and that there was nothing for me to know except that which would give me comfort, and said, ”You confide in me!” I could only answer, ”Who would not confide in you? I will wait patiently until you tell me what you have to tell.” ”Then,” said he, ”the best thing you can do is to lie down for an hour or two on that divan and rest yourself, and go to sleep if you can, while I go and attend to certain affairs that need me.”

He then left the room. I was glad to be alone, for I was terribly tired. I felt as though I had been taking violent bodily exercise, but without feeling the staying power that Snowdon air can give. I lay down on the divan, and must have fallen asleep immediately. When I woke I found the same kind face near me, and the same kind eyes watching me. Mr. D'Arcy told me that I had been sleeping for two hours, and that it had, he hoped, much refreshed me. He told me also that he took a const.i.tutional walk every day, and asked me if I would accompany him. I said, ”Yes, I should like to do so.” At this moment there pa.s.sed the window some railway men leaving some luggage. On seeing them Mr. D'Arcy said, ”I see that I must leave you for a minute or two to look after a package of canvases that has just come from my a.s.sistant in London,” and he left me. When I was left alone I had an opportunity of observing the room. The walls were covered with old faded tapestry, so faded indeed that its general effect was that of a dull grey texture. On looking at it closely I found that it told the story of Samson. Every piece of furniture seemed to me to be a rare curiosity.'

'Now, Winnie,' I said, 'I am not going to interrupt you any more. I want to hear your story as an unbroken narrative.'

IV

'Well,' said Winnie, 'after a while Mr. D'Arcy returned and told me that he was now ready to take me for a stroll across the meadows, saying, ”The doctor told me that, at first, your walks must be short; so while you go to your room I will get Mrs. t.i.twing in for my usual consultation about our frugal meal.”

'”My room,” I said, ”my room, and Mrs. t.i.twing; who's--”

'”Ha! I quite forgot myself,” he said, with an air of vexation, which he tried, I thought, to conceal. ”I will ring for Mrs.

t.i.twing--the housekeeper--and she will take you to your room.”

'He walked towards the bell, but before reaching it he stopped as if arrested by a sudden thought. Then he said, ”I will go to the housekeeper's room and speak to Mrs. t.i.twing there. I shall be back in a minute.” And he pa.s.sed from the room through the door by which he and I had first entered.

'Scarcely had the door closed behind him before a woman entered by another door opposite to it. She was about the common height, slender, and of an extremely youthful figure for a woman of middle age. Her bright-complexioned face, lit by two watery blue eyes, was pleasant to look upon. It was none the less pleasant because it showed clearly that she was as guileless as a child.

'I knew at once that she was the person--the housekeeper--that Mr.

D'Arcy had gone to seek at the other side of the house. Evidently she had come upon me unexpectedly, for she gave a violent start, then she murmured to herself,

'”So it's all over, and all went off well.” she said. Then she walked quietly towards me and threw her arms round me and kissed me, saying, ”Dear child, I am so glad.”

'The tone of voice in which she spoke to me was exactly that of a nurse speaking to a little child.

'I was so taken by surprise that I pulled myself from her embrace with some force. The poor woman looked at me in a hurt way and then said,

'”I beg your pardon, miss. I didn't notice at first how--how changed you are. The look in your eyes makes me feel that you are not the same person, and that I have done quite wrong.”

'While she was speaking, Mr. D'Arcy had re-entered the room by the door by which he went out. He had evidently heard the housekeeper's words.

'”Miss Wynne,” he said, ”this is Mrs. t.i.twing, my excellent housekeeper. She has been attending you during your illness; but your weakness was so great that you were unconscious of all her kindness.”

'I went up to her and kissed her rosy cheek, at which she began to cry a little. I afterwards found that she was in the habit of crying a little on most occasions.

'”Will you, then, kindly show me my room?” I said to her. But as she turned round to lead the way to the room, Mr. D'Arcy said to her,

'”Before you show Miss Wynne the way, I should like one word with you, Mrs. t.i.twing, in your room, about the arrangements for the day.”

'The two pa.s.sed out of the room, and again I was left to myself and my own thoughts.'

V

'Evidently there was some mystery about me,' said Winifred, continuing her story. 'But the more I tried to think it out the more puzzling it seemed. How had I been conveyed to this strange new place? Who was the wizard whose eyes and whose voice began to enslave me? and what time had pa.s.sed since he caught me up on Raxton sands?