Part 21 (1/2)
Margaret was sitting up at last in the bricklayer's doorway, m.u.f.fled in shawls, and shuddering nervously at every jarring sound about her.
A chariot was approaching the bricklayer's cottage from the village of Lynthorpe, and on its panel glittered the arms of Castle Brand.
Already the coachman, Symonds, had seen the invalid at the door, and was talking to some one inside, and in the next minute the chariot was drawn up before the door, and the familiar figure of little Dr. Gay was stepping out.
”Found at last, my dear girl!” cried he, radiantly; ”and a fine search we have had of it. Bless my soul, though, you aren't too strong yet!
Don't be frightened, dear.”
The thin, trembling hands were clasped nervously on the swelling breast.
Margaret looked piteously around, as if for succor.
”I need not be, I hope, sir,” she said, faintly.
”No, I'm sure not,” cried the doctor, pressing her hand; ”although you have contrived to hide yourself from us for eight months, just as though you did fear your old friends. But, now that you have failed so signally in your endeavor to work for your own bread, perhaps you will see your duty plain before you, and won't refuse to fulfill the will which has been so long and uselessly withstood. Hey! my dear?”
The pale woman lifted her dark eyes resolutely, her delicate nostril quivered.
”Dr. Gay,” said she, ”you must see that I am in no state to discuss business matters with you.”
”By the lord Harry! I should think not,” cried the little doctor, ”so we won't discuss 'em at all; we'll just quietly do as we are bid.”
”You have sought me when I wished to be lost to you,” said Margaret, ”but that can't make much difference now. I have long made up my mind what I am to do. Dr. Gay, I tell you I shall not go to Seven-Oak Waaste.”
”Miss Margaret,” he said, rea.s.suredly, ”we sha'n't say another word about these affairs until you are stronger; but you can't stay here, you know, so just come along with me, and Mrs. Gay can take care of you for a while. Does that suit better?”
She calmed herself presently and thought over it with a forlorn feeling of helplessness.
”Thanks, you are very kind,” said she, ”but why can't I stay here? I hope to repay these kind friends when I am well again.”
”Rubbis.h.!.+” flouted the doctor, good-humoredly. ”You don't feel it, perhaps, but for all that you must be an additional burden on the woman's time, which money can never repay. Come home with me, my dear, and get strong, and then talk over your affairs with Davenport and me like a sensible woman.”
Her head drooped sadly on her breast, and a scarlet blush tinged her poor cheek. She felt the imputation keenly, although Mrs. Doane had crept close to her chair, and was eagerly whispering how little of a burden she had thought her dear, kind miss!
”I must be a Marplot no more,” whispered Margaret to her humble friend, with a weary sigh. ”I have done so much harm already to everybody that I must be very careful, dear Mrs. Doane.”
The bright tears were dropping fast from her wistful, remorseful eyes, and her sensitive nature urged her hard to part from this faithful heart before she should do it a hurt; so that the little doctor had the satisfaction of gaining his point, after all, and wrapped her up from the autumn mists with a gratified glow.
How she wept as she tottered to the sumptuous close carriage and sank among the velvet cus.h.i.+ons! Had she been leaving a prince's palace the tender soul could not have felt it more.
”Doant 'ee cry, dear miss,” blurted the honest bricklayer, who had come home to dinner, and was wistfully watching the departure, ”yer luck's took a fort'nate turn. Praise be blessed for't, so doant 'ee affront the Lord with them tears. G.o.d be wi' ye, dear miss, we woan't forgit ye, nor you us--that I kin bet on.”
So she was forced to leave them, though her heart turned sadly toward them in their sordid hut, and fain would have sunned itself in that sweet love which never shone in her own dim path of life.
In the dusk of that November day Margaret Walsingham entered Dr. Gay's neat residence in Regis, ostensibly to be under his immediate care.
She was with him because, poor soul, she had no other home which she would enter. He took her there because he hoped to overcome her half-sick fancies about Castle Brand, and to send her forth to take possession of the fortune which was, to all intents and purposes, her own.
For a few days the guest kept her room, and her own counsel, but at the end of a week she came out to the parlor, with a grave, firm face, and declared herself quite recovered.