Part 59 (2/2)
”Come to your home with me, my child, and we will talk of him by the way.”
”Him! Who are you? You did not know him!” said the girl, still with anger. ”Go away! Why do you disturb me? I do no one harm. Go! go!”
”You do yourself harm, and that will grieve him if he sees you yonder!
Come!”
The child looked at him through her blinding tears, and his face softened and soothed her.
”Go!” she said, very plaintively, and in subdued accents. ”I will but stay a minute more. I--I have so much to say yet.”
Leonard left the churchyard, and waited without; and in a short time the child came forth, waived him aside as he approached her, and hurried away. He followed her at a distance, and saw her disappear within the inn.
CHAPTER V.
”Hip-Hip-Hurrah!” Such was the sound that greeted our young traveller as he reached the inn door,--a sound joyous in itself, but sadly out of harmony with the feelings which the child sobbing on the tombless grave had left at his heart. The sound came from within, and was followed by thumps and stamps, and the jingle of gla.s.ses. A strong odour of tobacco was wafted to his olfactory sense. He hesitated a moment at the threshold.
Before him, on benches under the beech-tree and within the arbour, were grouped sundry athletic forms with ”pipes in the liberal air.”
The landlady, as she pa.s.sed across the pa.s.sage to the taproom, caught sight of his form at the doorway, and came forward. Leonard still stood irresolute. He would have gone on his way, but for the child: she had interested him strongly.
”You seem full, ma'am,” said he. ”Can I have accommodation for the night?”
”Why, indeed, sir,” said the landlady, civilly, ”I can give you a bedroom, but I don't know where to put you meanwhile. The two parlours and the tap-room and the kitchen are all choke-full. There has been a great cattle-fair in the neighbourhood, and I suppose we have as many as fifty farmers and drovers stopping here.”
”As to that, ma'am, I can sit in the bedroom you are kind enough to give me; and if it does not cause you much trouble to let me have some tea there, I should be glad; but I can wait your leisure. Do not put yourself out of the way for me.”
The landlady was touched by a consideration she was not much habituated to receive from her bluff customers. ”You speak very handsome, sir, and we will do our best to serve you, if you will excuse all faults. This way, sir.” Leonard lowered his knapsack, stepped into the pa.s.sage, with some difficulty forced his way through a knot of st.u.r.dy giants in top-boots or leathern gaiters, who were swarining in and out the tap-room, and followed his hostess upstairs to a little bedroom at the top of the house.
”It is small, sir, and high,” said the hostess, apologetically. ”But there be four gentlemen farmers that have come a great distance, and all the first floor is engaged; you will be more out of the noise here.”
”Nothing can suit me better. But, stay,--pardon me;” and Leonard, glancing at the garb of the hostess, observed she was not in mourning.
”A little girl whom I saw in the churchyard yonder, weeping very bitterly--is she a relation of yours? Poor child! she seems to have deeper feelings than are common at her age.”
”Ah, sir,” said the landlady, putting the corner of her ap.r.o.n to her eyes, ”it is a very sad story. I don't know what to do. Her father was taken ill on his way to Lunnon, and stopped here, and has been buried four days. And the poor little girl seems to have no relations--and where is she to go? Laryer Jones says we must pa.s.s her to Marybone parish, where her father lived last; and what's to become of her then?
My heart bleeds to think on it.”
Here there rose such an uproar from below, that it was evident some quarrel had broken out; and the hostess, recalled to her duties, hastened to carry thither her propitiatory influences.
Leonard seated himself pensively by the little lattice. Here was some one more alone in the world than he; and she, poor orphan, had no stout man's heart to grapple with fate, and no golden ma.n.u.scripts that were to be as the ”Open-Sesame” to the treasures of Aladdin. By and by, the hostess brought him up a tray with tea and other refreshments, and Leonard resumed his inquiries. ”No relatives?” said he; ”surely the child must have some kinsfolk in London? Did her father leave no directions, or was he in possession of his faculties?”
”Yes, sir; he was quite reasonable like to the last. And I asked him if he had not anything on his mind, and he said, 'I have.' And I said, 'Your little girl, sir?' And he answered me, 'Yes, ma'am;' and laying his head on his pillow, he wept very quietly. I could not say more myself, for it set me off to see him cry so meekly; but my husband is harder nor I, and he said, 'Cheer up, Mr. Digby; had not you better write to your friends?'
”'Friends!' said the gentleman, in such a voice! 'Friends I have but one, and I am going to Him! I cannot take her there!' Then he seemed suddenly to recollect himself, and called for his clothes, and rummaged in the pockets as if looking for some address, and could not find it.
He seemed a forgetful kind of gentleman, and his hands were what I call helpless hands, sir! And then he gasped out, 'Stop, stop! I never had the address. Write to Lord Les--', something like Lord Lester, but we could not make out the name. Indeed he did not finish it, for there was a rush of blood to his lips; and though he seemed sensible when he recovered (and knew us and his little girl too, till he went off smiling), he never spoke word more.”
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