Part 46 (1/2)
Elizabeth-Jane was frantic now. ”O, can't something be done to stop it?”
she cried. ”Is there n.o.body to do it--not one?”
She relinquished Lucetta's hands, and ran to the door. Lucetta herself, saying recklessly ”I will see it!” turned to the window, threw up the sash, and went out upon the balcony. Elizabeth immediately followed, and put her arm round her to pull her in. Lucetta's eyes were straight upon the spectacle of the uncanny revel, now dancing rapidly. The numerous lights round the two effigies threw them up into lurid distinctness; it was impossible to mistake the pair for other than the intended victims.
”Come in, come in,” implored Elizabeth; ”and let me shut the window!”
”She's me--she's me--even to the parasol--my green parasol!” cried Lucetta with a wild laugh as she stepped in. She stood motionless for one second--then fell heavily to the floor.
Almost at the instant of her fall the rude music of the skimmington ceased. The roars of sarcastic laughter went off in ripples, and the trampling died out like the rustle of a spent wind. Elizabeth was only indirectly conscious of this; she had rung the bell, and was bending over Lucetta, who remained convulsed on the carpet in the paroxysms of an epileptic seizure. She rang again and again, in vain; the probability being that the servants had all run out of the house to see more of the Daemonic Sabbath than they could see within.
At last Farfrae's man, who had been agape on the doorstep, came up; then the cook. The shutters, hastily pushed to by Elizabeth, were quite closed, a light was obtained, Lucetta carried to her room, and the man sent off for a doctor. While Elizabeth was undressing her she recovered consciousness; but as soon as she remembered what had pa.s.sed the fit returned.
The doctor arrived with unhoped-for prompt.i.tude; he had been standing at his door, like others, wondering what the uproar meant. As soon as he saw the unhappy sufferer he said, in answer to Elizabeth's mute appeal, ”This is serious.”
”It is a fit,” Elizabeth said.
”Yes. But a fit in the present state of her health means mischief. You must send at once for Mr. Farfrae. Where is he?”
”He has driven into the country, sir,” said the parlour-maid; ”to some place on the Budmouth Road. He's likely to be back soon.”
”Never mind, he must be sent for, in case he should not hurry.” The doctor returned to the bedside again. The man was despatched, and they soon heard him clattering out of the yard at the back.
Meanwhile Mr. Benjamin Grower, that prominent burgess of whom mention has been already made, hearing the din of cleavers, tongs, tambourines, kits, crouds, humstrums, serpents, rams'-horns, and other historical kinds of music as he sat indoors in the High Street, had put on his hat and gone out to learn the cause. He came to the corner above Farfrae's, and soon guessed the nature of the proceedings; for being a native of the town he had witnessed such rough jests before. His first move was to search hither and thither for the constables, there were two in the town, shrivelled men whom he ultimately found in hiding up an alley yet more shrivelled than usual, having some not ungrounded fears that they might be roughly handled if seen.
”What can we two poor lammigers do against such a mult.i.tude!”
expostulated Stubberd, in answer to Mr. Grower's chiding. ”'Tis tempting 'em to commit felo-de-se upon us, and that would be the death of the perpetrator; and we wouldn't be the cause of a fellow-creature's death on no account, not we!”
”Get some help, then! Here, I'll come with you. We'll see what a few words of authority can do. Quick now; have you got your staves?”
”We didn't want the folk to notice us as law officers, being so short-handed, sir; so we pushed our Gover'ment staves up this water-pipe.
”Out with 'em, and come along, for Heaven's sake! Ah, here's Mr.
Blowbody; that's lucky.” (Blowbody was the third of the three borough magistrates.)
”Well, what's the row?” said Blowbody. ”Got their names--hey?”
”No. Now,” said Grower to one of the constables, ”you go with Mr.
Blowbody round by the Old Walk and come up the street; and I'll go with Stubberd straight forward. By this plan we shall have 'em between us.
Get their names only: no attack or interruption.”
Thus they started. But as Stubberd with Mr. Grower advanced into Corn Street, whence the sounds had proceeded, they were surprised that no procession could be seen. They pa.s.sed Farfrae's, and looked to the end of the street. The lamp flames waved, the Walk trees soughed, a few loungers stood about with their hands in their pockets. Everything was as usual.
”Have you seen a motley crowd making a disturbance?” Grower said magisterially to one of these in a fustian jacket, who smoked a short pipe and wore straps round his knees.
”Beg yer pardon, sir?” blandly said the person addressed, who was no other than Charl, of Peter's Finger. Mr. Grower repeated the words.