Part 40 (1/2)

”Will anyone dare to say,” she rejoined, ”that we shall not meet again?”

”The sort of G.o.d you believe in, miss, would not say it,” he answered; ”but the sort of G.o.d my mother believes in would.”

”I know nothing about other people's G.o.ds,” rejoined Barbara. ”Indeed,”

she added, ”I know very little about my own; but I mean to know more: Mr. Wingfold will teach me!”

”Take care he don't overpersuade you, miss. You have been very good to me, and I couldn't bear you to be made a fool of. Only _he_ can't be just like the rest!”

”He will persuade me of nothing that doesn't seem to me true--be certain of that, Richard. And if it please G.o.d to part us, I will pray and keep on praying to him to let us meet again. If I have been good to you, you have been much better to me!”

Richard was not elated. He only thought, ”How kind of her!”

CHAPTER x.x.xIII. _RICHARD AND VIXEN_.

Barbara turned her mare across the road, and sent her at the hedge. Miss Brown cleared it like a stag, and took a bee-line along the gra.s.s for Wylder Hall. Richard stood astonished. A moment before she was close beside him, and now she was nearly out of his sight! The angel that ascended from the presence of Manoah could scarcely have more amazed the Danite. Though Richard could shoe a horse, he could no more have stuck to Miss Brown over that hedge than he could have ascended with the angel. He watched till she vanished, and then watched for her reappearance at a point of hope beyond. Only when he knew that distance and intervention rendered it impossible he should see her more, did he turn and take his way to Mortgrange.

He was as much in love with Barbara as a man could be who indulged no hope whatever of marrying her--who was not even tempted to build the humblest castle for her in the air of possibility. But so far was his love from causing in him any kind of selfish absorption, that his heart was much troubled at Alice's leaving him without a farewell. Her behaviour woke in him his first sense of the inexplicable: he little thought of its being but the first visible vapour of a mystery that involved both his past and his future. All he knew was, that the sister of his friend had, in a stormy night in London, fled from him as from a wild beast; and that now, on a quiet morning in the country, she was gone from his grandfather's house without a word of farewell to him who had called him to her aid.

”There must be a reason for everything,” he said to himself, ”but some reasons are hard to find!”

The next day in the forenoon, Richard was busy as usual in the library.

Doors and windows were shut against draughts, for he was working with gold-leaf on the tooling of an ancient binding. A door opened, and in came the goblin of the house. Perceiving what Richard was about, she came bounding, lithe as a cat, and making a willful wind with her pinafore, blew away the leaf he was dividing on the cus.h.i.+on, and knocked a book of gold-leaf to the floor. The book-mender felt very angry, but put an extra guard on himself, caught her in a firm grasp, and proceeded to expel her. She threw herself on the floor, and began to scream.

Richard took her up, laid her down in the hall, and closed and locked the door by which she had entered. Vixen lay where he laid her, and went on screaming. By and by her screaming ceased, and a few moments after, the handle of the door was tried. Richard took no notice. Then came a peremptory knock. Richard called out, ”Who's there?” but no answer came except a repet.i.tion of the knock, to which he paid no heed. The knock was twice repeated, but Richard went on with his work, and gave no sign.

Suddenly another door, which he had not thought of securing, burst open, and in sailed Miss Malliver, the governess, tall and slight, with the dignity she put on for her inferiors, to whom she was as insolent as to those above her she was cringing. True superiority she was incapable of perceiving; real inferiority would have been hard to find.

”Man!” she exclaimed, the moment her wrath would allow her to speak, ”what do you mean by your insolence?”

”If you allude to my putting the child out of the room,” answered Richard, ”I mean that she is rude, and that I will not be annoyed with her!”

”You shall be turned out of the house!”

”In the meantime,” rejoined Richard, who had a not unnatural repugnance to Miss Malliver, and was now thoroughly angry, ”I will turn you too out of the room, and for the same reason.”

Richard felt, with every true gentleman, that the workman has a claim to politeness as real as that of any gentleman. The man who cannot see it is a cad.

”I dare you!” cried Miss Malliver, giving the rein to her innate coa.r.s.eness.

Before he blames Richard, my reader must think how he might himself have behaved, had he been brought up among the people. I would have him reflect also that the woman who presumes on her s.e.x, undermines its claim. Richard laid the tool he was using quietly aside, and approached her deliberately. Trusting, like king Claudius, in the divinity that hedged her, and not believing he would presume to touch her, the woman kept her ground defiantly until his hands were on the point of seizing her. Then she uttered a shriek, and fled. Richard closed the door behind her, made it also fast, and returned to his work.

But he was not to be left in peace. Another hand came to the door, and a voice demanding entrance followed the foiled attempt to open it. He recognized the voice as lady Ann's, and made haste to admit her. But her ladys.h.i.+p stood motionless on the door-mat, erect and cool. Anger itself could not warm her, for that she was angry was plain only from the steely sparkle in her grey eyes.

”You forget yourself! You must leave the house!” she said.

”I have done nothing, my lady,” answered Richard, ”but what it was necessary to do. I did not hurt the child in the least.”

”That is not the point. You must leave the house.”