Part 45 (2/2)

The reverie in which these and other subjects mingled was disturbed by a hubbub in the distance, that increased moment by moment. It did not greatly surprise her, the afternoon having been given up to recreation by a majority of the populace since the pa.s.sage of the Royal equipages.

But her attention was at once riveted to the matter by the voice of a maid-servant next door, who spoke from an upper window across the street to some other maid even more elevated than she.

”Which way be they going now?” inquired the first with interest.

”I can't be sure for a moment,” said the second, ”because of the malter's chimbley. O yes--I can see 'em. Well, I declare, I declare!

”What, what?” from the first, more enthusiastically.

”They are coming up Corn Street after all! They sit back to back!”

”What--two of 'em--are there two figures?”

”Yes. Two images on a donkey, back to back, their elbows tied to one another's! She's facing the head, and he's facing the tail.”

”Is it meant for anybody in particular?”

”Well--it mid be. The man has got on a blue coat and kerseymere leggings; he has black whiskers, and a reddish face. 'Tis a stuffed figure, with a falseface.”

The din was increasing now--then it lessened a little.

”There--I shan't see, after all!” cried the disappointed first maid.

”They have gone into a back street--that's all,” said the one who occupied the enviable position in the attic. ”There--now I have got 'em all endways nicely!”

”What's the woman like? Just say, and I can tell in a moment if 'tis meant for one I've in mind.”

”My--why--'tis dressed just as SHE dressed when she sat in the front seat at the time the play-actors came to the Town Hall!”

Lucetta started to her feet, and almost at the instant the door of the room was quickly and softly opened. Elizabeth-Jane advanced into the firelight.

”I have come to see you,” she said breathlessly. ”I did not stop to knock--forgive me! I see you have not shut your shutters, and the window is open.”

Without waiting for Lucetta's reply she crossed quickly to the window and pulled out one of the shutters. Lucetta glided to her side. ”Let it be--hus.h.!.+” she said peremporily, in a dry voice, while she seized Elizabeth-Jane by the hand, and held up her finger. Their intercourse had been so low and hurried that not a word had been lost of the conversation without, which had thus proceeded:--

”Her neck is uncovered, and her hair in bands, and her back-comb in place; she's got on a puce silk, and white stockings, and coloured shoes.”

Again Elizabeth-Jane attempted to close the window, but Lucetta held her by main force.

”'Tis me!” she said, with a face pale as death. ”A procession--a scandal--an effigy of me, and him!”

The look of Elizabeth betrayed that the latter knew it already.

”Let us shut it out,” coaxed Elizabeth-Jane, noting that the rigid wildness of Lucetta's features was growing yet more rigid and wild with the meaning of the noise and laughter. ”Let us shut it out!”

”It is of no use!” she shrieked. ”He will see it, won't he? Donald will see it! He is just coming home--and it will break his heart--he will never love me any more--and O, it will kill me--kill me!”

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