Part 53 (1/2)

Uncle Tom threw the reins to his niece and slipped to the ground; between them the two men contrived to quiet the terrified Clochette, and to lead her towards the gate.

In another three minutes they were all safely within the shelter of the hedge. The traction engine pa.s.sed, snorting forth fire and smoke, on its devastating way; and Clochette stood by, panting, trembling, and covered with foam. Beatrice, safely on the ground, was examining ruefully the amount of damage done to the dog-cart, and Mr. Esterworth was shaking hands with his deliverer.

It was Herbert Pryme.

”That's the last time I ever take a lady out, driving without a man-servant behind me,” quoth the M.F.H. ”What we should have done without your timely a.s.sistance, sir, I really cannot say; in another minute she would have kicked the trap into a thousand bits. You have saved my niece's life, Mr. Pryme.”

”Indeed, I did very little,” said Herbert, modestly, glancing at Beatrice who was trembling and rather pale; but, perhaps, that was only from her recent fright. She had not spoken to him, only she had given him one bewildered glance, and then had looked hastily away.

”You have saved her life,” repeated Mr. Esterworth, with decision. ”I hope you do not mean to contradict my words, sir? You have saved Beatrice's life, sir, and it's the most providential thing in this world for you, as Clochette very nearly kicked her to pieces under your nose.

I shall tell Mr. and Mrs. Miller that they are indebted to you for their daughter's life. Young people, I am going to lead this brute of a mare home, and, if you like to walk on together to Lutterton in front of me, why you may.”

That was how Herbert Pryme came to be once more re-instated in the good graces of his lady love's father and mother.

Mr. Esterworth contrived to give them so terrifying an account of the danger in which Beatrice had been placed, and so graphic and highly-coloured a description of Herbert Pryme's pluck and sagacity in rus.h.i.+ng to her rescue, that Mr. and Mrs. Miller had no other course left than to shake hands gratefully with the man to whom, as uncle Tom said, they literally owed her life.

”I could not have saved her without him,” said uncle Tom, drawing slightly upon his imagination; ”in another minute she must have been kicked to pieces, or dashed violently to the earth among the broken fragments of the cart, and”--with a happy after-thought--”the steam plough would have crushed its way over her mangled body.”

Mrs. Miller shuddered.

”Oh, Tom, I never can trust her to you again!”

”No, my dear; but I think you must trust her to Mr. Pryme; that young man deserves to be rewarded.”

”But, my dear Tom, there are things against his character. I a.s.sure you, Andrew himself saw----”

”Pooh! pooh!” interrupted Mr. Esterworth. ”Young men who sow their wild oats early are all the better husbands for it afterwards. I will give him a talking to if you like, but you and your husband must let p.u.s.s.y have her own way; it is the least you can do after his conduct; and don't worry about his being poor, Caroline; I have nothing better to do with my money, and I shall take care that p.u.s.s.y is none the worse off for my death. She is worth all the rest of your children put together--an Esterworth, every inch of her!”

That, it is to be imagined, was the clenching argument in Mrs. Miller's mind. Uncle Tom's money was not to be despised, and, by reason of his money, uncle Tom's wishes were bound to carry some weight with them.

Mr. Pryme, who had been staying for a few days at Kynaston, where, however, the cordial welcome given to him by its master was, in a great measure, neutralised by the coldness and incivility of its mistress, removed himself and his portmanteau, by uncle Tom's invitation, to Lutterton, and his engagement to Miss Miller became a recognised fact.

”All the same, it is a very bad match for her,” said Mrs. Miller, in confidence, to her husband.

”And I should very much like to know who that sunshade belonged to,”

added the M.P. for Meadows.h.i.+re, severely.

”I think, my dear, we shall have to overlook that part of the business, for, as Tom will leave them his money, why----”

”Yes, yes, I quite understand; we must hope the young man has had a good lesson. Let bygones be bygones, certainly,” and Mr. Miller took a pinch of snuff reflectively, and wondered what Tom Esterworth would ”cut up for.”

”But I am _determined_,” said Mrs. Miller, ere she closed the discussion, ”I am determined that I will do better for Geraldine.”

After all, the mother had a second string to her bow, so the edict went forth that Beatrice was to be allowed to be happy in her own way, and the shadow of that fatal sunshade was no longer to be suffered to blacken the moral horizon of her father's soul.

CHAPTER x.x.xII.

BY THE VICARAGE GATE.