Part 19 (1/2)

My lady lifted her eyes. Advancing towards them with fleet foot, as if he were running for a wager, came a man in the G.o.dolphin livery. If umbrellas had been the object of his coming, he must have dropped them on his way, for his arms swung beside him, and his hands were empty.

”My lady,” cried the man, almost as much out of breath as Lady G.o.dolphin: ”Sir George is taken ill.”

My lady stopped then. ”Ill!” she repeated. ”Ill in what way?”

”Margery has just found him lying on the floor of his room, my lady. We have got him on to the bed, but he appears to be quite insensible.

Andrew has gone to the doctor.”

”Hasten to the house there, and acquaint Mr. George G.o.dolphin,” said my lady, pointing to Bray's.

But Charlotte had already gone on the errand. She left Lady G.o.dolphin's arm and started back with all speed, calling out that she would inform Mr. George G.o.dolphin. My lady, on her part, had sped on in the direction of Broomhead, with a fleeter foot than before.

Leaving the man standing where he was. ”Which of the two am I to follow, I wonder?” he soliloquized. ”I suppose I had better keep up with my lady.”

When Charlotte Pain had left Mr. Sandy Bray's match-making room, at my lady's call, George G.o.dolphin turned with a rapid, impulsive motion to Maria Hastings, caught her hand, and drew her beside him, as he stood before Bray. ”Maria, she will fetter me in spite of myself!” he said in a hoa.r.s.e whisper. ”Let me put it out of her power.”

Maria looked at him inquiringly. Well she might!

”Be mine now; here,” he rapidly continued, bending his face so that she alone might hear. ”I swear that I never will presume upon the act, until it can be more legally solemnized. But it will bind us to each other beyond the power of man or woman to set aside.”

Maria turned red, pale, any colour that you will, and quietly drew her hand from that of Mr. George G.o.dolphin. ”I do not quite know whether you are in earnest or in jest, George. You will allow me to infer the latter.”

Quiet as were the words, calm as was the manner, there was that about her which unmistakably showed Mr. George G.o.dolphin that he might not venture further to forget himself; if, indeed, he had not been in jest.

Maria, a true gentlewoman at heart, professed to a.s.sume that he had been.

”I beg your pardon,” he murmured. ”Nay, let me make my peace, Maria.”

And he took her hand again, and held it in his. Minister Bray leaned towards them with an earnest face. Resigning the hope of doing any little stroke of business on his own account, he sought to obtain some information on a different subject.

”Sir, would ye be pleased to tell me a trifle about your criminal laws, over the border? One of my ne'er-do-weels has been getting into trouble there, and they may make him smart for it.”

George G.o.dolphin knew that he alluded to the ill-starred Nick. ”What are the circ.u.mstances?” he asked. ”I will tell you what I can.”

Sandy entered upon the story. They stood before him, absorbed in it, for Maria also listened with interest, when an exclamation caused them to turn. Maria drew her hand from George G.o.dolphin's with a quick gesture.

There stood Charlotte Pain.

Stood with a white face, and a flas.h.i.+ng, haughty eye. ”We are coming instantly,” said George. ”We shall catch you up.” For he thought she had reappeared to remind them.

”It is well,” she answered. ”And it may be as well to haste, Mr. George G.o.dolphin, if you would see your father alive.”

”What?” he answered. But Charlotte had turned again and was gone like the wind. With all his speed, he could not catch her up until they had left the house some distance behind them.

CHAPTER X.

THE SHADOW.

In the heart of the town of Prior's Ash was situated the banking-house of G.o.dolphin, Crosse, and G.o.dolphin. Built at the corner of a street, it faced two ways. The bank and its doors were in High Street, the princ.i.p.al street of the town; the entrance to the dwelling-house was in Crosse Street, a new, short street, not much frequented, which had been called after Mr. Crosse, who, at the time it was made, lived at the bank. There were only six or eight houses in Crosse Street; detached private dwellings; and the street led to the open country, and to a pathway, not a carriage-way, that would, if you liked to follow it, take you to Ashlydyat.

The house attached to the bank was commodious: its rooms were large and handsome, though few in number. A pillared entrance, gained by steps, led into a small hall. On the right of this hall was the room used as a dining-room, a light and s.p.a.cious apartment, its large window opening on to a covered terrace, where plants were kept; and that again opened to a sloping lawn, surrounded with shrubs and flowers. This room was hung with fine old pictures, brought from Ashlydyat. Lady G.o.dolphin did not care for pictures; she preferred delicately-papered walls; and very few of the Ashlydyat paintings had been removed to the Folly. On the left of the hall were the rooms belonging to the bank. At the back of the hall, beyond the dining-room, a handsome well-staircase led to the apartments above, one of which was a fine drawing-room. From the upper windows at the back of the house a view of Lady G.o.dolphin's Folly might be obtained, rising high and picturesque; also of the turret of Ashlydyat, grey and grim. Not of Ashlydyat itself: its surrounding trees concealed it.