Part 3 (1/2)
There was no pose of Darby's figure which was not graceful; he was always a picture even to those who knew him best, and it was to this unconscious grace probably more than actual talent that his measure of success upon the stage was due. Now as he leant forward, his elbow on his knee, his chin on his white, almost girlish hand, the burnished auburn love-locks shading his oval face, and matching in colour the outward sweeping lashes of his eyes, Judith could not look away from him the while she waited his tardy answer.
After a moment he came out of his brown study with a little start, and glanced over at her.
”Ah, Judith, an' the master will give you but scant information on those points, why should I give more? As for the playhouses where he is constantly, now peradventure he is fore-wearied of them when once at home, or,” with a slight uplifting of his brows, ”or else he think'th them no topics for a young maid,” he ended somewhat priggishly.
”'Tis ever so!” Judith answered with impatience. ”Thou wilt give a body no satisfaction either. Soul o' me! but men be all alike. If ever I have a husband--which heaven forbid!--I shall fare to London _four_ times o' the year an' see for myself what it be like.”
”I am going to London with Darby when he doth go back again,” said Debora, speaking with quiet deliberation. Thornbury entered the room at the moment and heard what his daughter said. The man caught at the edge of the heavy table by which he stood, as though needing to hold by it. He waited there, unheeded by the three around the hearth.
”Thou art joking, Deb,” answered her brother after an astonished pause.
”Egad! how could'st thou fare to London?”
”I' faith, how could I fare to London?” she said with spirit, mimicking his tone. ”An' are there no maids in London then? An' there be not, my faith, t'were time they saw what one is like! Prithee, I have reason to believe I could pa.s.s a marvellous pleasant month there if all I hear be true. What say'th thou, Judith, to coming with me?”
”Why, sweetheart,” answered the girl, rising, ”for all I have protested, I would not go save my father took me. His word is my will always, know'st thou not so? An' if it be his pleasure that I go not to London--well then, I have no mind to go. That is just my thought of it. But,” sighing a little, ”thou art wiser than I, for thou can'st read books, an' did'st keep pace with Darby page for page, when he went to Stratford grammar school. Furthermore, thou art given thy own way more than I, and art so different--so vastly different--Deb.”
”Truly, yes,” Debora answered. Then, flinging out her arms, and tossing her head up with a quick, petulant gesture, ”Oh, I wish, I wish ten thousand-fold that I were a man and could be with thee, Darby.
'Tis so tame and tantalizing to be but a maid with this one to say 'Gra'mercy! Thou can'st not go _there_,' an' that one to add 'Alack!
an' alack! however cam'st thou to fancy thou could'st do so? Art void o' wit? Beshrew me but ladies never deport themselves in such unmannerly fas.h.i.+on--no, nor even think on't. There is thy little beaten track all bordered with box--'tis precise, yet pleasant--walk thou in it thankfully. Marry, an' thou must not gaze over the hedges neither!'”
A deep, sweet laugh followed her words as an echo, and a man tall and finely built came striding over from the door where he had been standing in shadow, an amused listener. He put his two hands on the girl's shoulders and looked down into the beautiful, rebellious face.
”Heigho, and heigho!” he said. ”Just listen to this mutinous one, good Master Thornbury! Here is a whirlwind in petticoats equal to my pretty shrew who was so well tamed at the last. Marry, an' I could show them such a brilliant bit of acting at the new Globe--such tone! such intensity! 'twould surely inspire the Company and so lighten my work by a hundred-fold. But, alas! while we have but lads to play the parts that maidens should take, acting is oft a very weariness and giveth one an ache o' the heart!”
”Thou would'st not have me upon the stage, father?” said Judith, looking at him.
The man smiled down at her, then his face grew suddenly grave and his hazel eyes narrowed.
”By all the G.o.ds--No!--not _thee_ sweetheart. But,” his voice changing, ”but there are those I would. We must away, neighbour Thornbury. I am due in London shortly, and need the night's rest.”
They pressed him to stay longer, but he would not tarry. So Judith tied on her hooded cloak, and many a warm good-bye was spoken.
The innkeeper, with Darby and Debora, stood on the threshold and watched the two take the road to Stratford; and the sky was pranked out with many a golden star, for the storm had blown over, and the night winds were at peace.
After they entered the house a silence settled over the little group.
The child Dorian slept on the cus.h.i.+oned settle, for he was sorely spoilt by Debora, who would not have him go above stairs till she carried him up herself. The girl sat down beside him now and watched Darby, who was carving a strange head upon a stout bit of wood cut from the tree before the door.
”What art so busy over, lad?” asked Thornbury. His voice trembled, and there was an unusual pallor on his face.
”'Tis but a bit of home I will take away with me, Dad. In an act of 'Romeo and Juliet,' the new play we are but rehearsing, I carry a little cane. I am a das.h.i.+ng fellow, one Mercutio. I would thou could'st see me. Well-a-day! I have just an odd fancy for this bit o'
the old tree.”
Debora rose and went over to her father. She laid one hand on his arm and patted it gently.
”I would go to London, Dad,” she said coaxingly. ”Nay, I must go to London, Dad. I pray thee put no stumbling blocks in the way o' it--but be kind as thou art always. See! an' thou dost let me away I will stay but a month, a short month--but four weeks--it doth seem shorter to say it so--an' then I'll fare home again swiftly an' bide in content. Oh!
think of it, Dad! to go to London! It is to go where one can hear the heart of the whole world beat!”
The old man shook his head in feeble remonstrance.