Chapter 88
"Take care of yourself, though!" cried he, in marked tones: "I swear you shall have it yet."
They pulled Anthony out of the room, Rosa and Minny; or it is difficult to say what rejoinder he might have made, or how violently the quarrel might have been renewed. It was certain that he had taken more wine than was good for him; and that, generally speaking, did not improve the temper of Anthony Dare. Mademoiselle Varsini walked by his side, talking volubly in French. Whether she was sympathizing or scolding, Anthony did not know. Not particularly bright at understanding French at the best of times, even when spoken slowly, he could not, in his present excitement, catch the meaning of a single word. Entering the drawing-room, he threw himself upon the sofa, intending to smooth down his ruffled plumage by taking a nap.
Herbert meanwhile had remained in the dining-room, smoothing down _his_ ruffled plumage. Joseph and the cook were bending over the _debris_ on the carpet. When Joseph dashed down his tray on the table, a dish of potatoes had bounded off; both dish and potatoes thereby coming to grief. Herbert sat down and made an excellent dinner. He was not of a sullen temper; and, unlike Anthony, the affair once over he was soon himself again. Should they come into contact again directly, there was no saying how it would end or what might ensue. His dinner over, he went by-and-by to the drawing-room. Joseph had just entered, and was arousing Anthony from the sleep he had dropped into. "One of the waiters from the Star-and-Garter has come, sir. He says Lord Hawkesley has sent him to say that the gentlemen are waiting for you."
"I can't go, tell him," responded Anthony, speaking as he looked, thoroughly out of sorts. "I am not going out to-night. Here! Joseph!"
for the man was turning away with the message.
"Sir?"
"Take these, and bring me my slippers."
"These" were his boots, which he, not very politely, kicked off in the ladies' presence, and sent flying after Joseph. The man stooped to pick them up and was carrying them away.
"Here!--what a hurry you are in!" began Anthony again. "Take lights up to my chamber, and the brandy, and some cold water. I shall make myself comfortable there for the night. This room's unbearable, with its present company."
The last was a shaft levelled at Herbert. He did not retort, for a wonder. In fact, Anthony afforded little time for it. Before the words had well left his lips, he had left the room. Herbert began to whistle; its very tone insolent.
It appeared almost certain that the unpleasantness was not yet over; and Rosa audibly wished her papa was at home. Joseph carried to Anthony's room what he required, and then brought the tea to the drawing-room.
Herbert said he should take tea with them. It was rather unusual for him to do so; it was very unusual for Anthony not to go out. Their sisters felt sure that they were only staying in to renew hostilities; and again Rosa almost pa.s.sionately wished for the presence of her father.
It was dusk by the time tea was over. Herbert rose to leave the room.
"Where are you going?" cried mademoiselle sharply after him.
"That's my business," he replied, not in too conciliatory a tone.
Perhaps he thought the question proceeded from one
"He is going into Anthony's room!" cried Rosa, turning pale, as they heard him run upstairs. "Oh, mademoiselle! what can be done? I think I'll call Joseph."
"Hus.h.!.+" cried mademoiselle. "Wait you here. I will go and see."
She stole out of the room and up the stairs, intending to reconnoitre.
But she had no time to do so. Herbert was coming down again, and she could only slip inside the school-room door, and peep out. He had evidently been upstairs for his cloak, for he was putting it on as he descended.
"The cloak on a hot night like this!" said mademoiselle mentally. "He must want to disguise himself!"
She stopped to listen. Joseph had come up the stairs, bringing something to Anthony, and Herbert arrested him, speaking in low tones.
"Don't make any mistake to-night about the dining-room window, Joseph. I can't think how you could have been so stupid last night!"
"Sir, I a.s.sure you I left it undone, as usual," replied Joseph. "It must have been master who fastened it."
"Well, take care that it does not occur again," said Herbert. "I expect to be in between ten and eleven; but I may be later, and I don't want to ring you up again."
Herbert went swiftly downstairs and out, choosing to depart by the way, as it appeared, that he intended to enter--the dining-room window.
Joseph proceeded to Anthony's chamber: and the governess returned to her frightened pupils in the drawing-room.
"A la bonne heure!" she said to them. "Monsieur Herbert has gone out, and I heard him say to Joseph that he had gone for the evening."
"Then it's all safe!" cried Minny. And she began dancing round the room.
"Mademoiselle, how pale you look!"
Mademoiselle had sat down in her place before the tea-tray, and was leaning her cheek upon her hand. She was certainly looking unusually pale. "Enough to make me!" she said, in answer to Minny. "If there were to be this disturbance often in the house, I would not stop in it for double my _appointements_. It has given me one of those _vilaine_ headaches, and I think I shall go to bed. You will not be afraid to stay up alone, mesdemoiselles?"
"There is nothing to be afraid of now," promptly answered Rosa, who had far rather be without her governess's company than with it. "Don't sit up for us, mademoiselle."
"Then I will go at once," said mademoiselle. And she wished them good night, and retired to her chamber.
PART THE THIRD.
CHAPTER I.
ANNA LYNN'S DILEMMA.
It was a lovely evening. One of those warm, still evenings that May sometimes brings us, when gnats hum in the air, and the trees are at rest. The day had been intensely hot: the evening was little less so, and Anna Lynn leaned over the gate of their garden, striving to catch what of freshness there might be in the coming night. The garish day was fading into moonlight; the distant Malvern hills grew fainter and fainter on the view; the little lambs in the field--growing into great lambs now, some of them--had long lain down to rest; and the Thursday evening bells came chiming pleasantly on the ear from Helstonleigh.
"How late he is to-night!" murmured Anna. "If he does not come soon, I shall not be able to stay out."
Even as the words pa.s.sed her lips, a faint movement might be distinguished in the obscurity of the night, telling of the advent of Herbert Dare. Anna looked round to see that the windows were clear from prying eyes, and went forth to meet him.
He had halted at the usual place, under cover of the hedge. The hedge of sweetbriar, skirting that side garden into which Signora Varsini had made good her _entree_, in the gratification of her curiosity. A shaded walk and a quiet one: very little fear there, of overlookers.
"Herbert, thee art late!" cried Anna.
"A good thing I was able to come at all," responded Herbert, taking Anna's arm within his own. "I thought at one time I must have remained at home, to chastise my brother Anthony."
"Chastise thy brother Anthony!" repeated Anna in astonishment.
Herbert, for the first time, told her of the unpleasantness that existed between his brother and himself. He did not mention the precise cause; but simply said Anthony had behaved ill to him, and drawn down upon him trouble and vexation. Anna was all sympathy. Had Herbert told her the offence had lain on his side, not on Anthony's, her entire sympathy had still been his. She deemed Herbert everything that was good and great and worthy. Anthony--what little she knew of him--she did not like.
"Herbert, maybe he will be striking thee in secret, when thee art unprepared."
"Let him!" carelessly replied Herbert. "I can strike again. I am stronger than he is. I know one thing: either he or I must leave my father's house and take lodgings; we can't remain in it together."
"It would be he to leave, would it not, Herbert? Thy father would not be so unjust as to turn thee out for thy brother's fault."
"I don't know about that," said Herbert. "I expect it is I who would have to go. Anthony is the eldest, and my mother's favourite."
Anna lifted her hand, in her innocent surprise. Anthony the favourite by the side of Herbert? She could not understand how so great an anomaly could exist.
Interested in the topic, the time slipped on. During a moment of silence, when they had halted in their walk, they heard what was called the ten o'clock bell strike out from Helstonleigh: a bell that boomed out over the city every night for ten minutes before ten o'clock. The sound startled Anna. She had indeed overstayed her time.