Chapter 89
"One moment, Anna!" cried Herbert, as she was preparing to fly off.
"There can't be any such hurry. Hester will not be going to bed yet, on a hot night like this. I wanted you to return me that book, if you have done with it. It is not mine, and I have been asked for it."
Truth to say, Anna would be glad to return it. The book was Moore's "Lalla Rookh," and Anna had been upon thorns all the time she had been reading it, lest by some unlucky mishap it might reach the eyes of Patience. _She_ thought it everything that was beautiful; she had read pages of it over and over again; they wore for her a strange enchantment; but she had a shrewd suspicion that neither book nor reading would be approved by Patience.
"I'll bring it out to thee at once, Herbert, if I can," she hastily said. "If not, I will give it thee to-morrow evening."
"Not so fast, young lady," said Herbert, laughing, and detaining her.
"You may not come back again. I'll wish you good night now."
"Nay, please thee let me go! What will Hester say to me?"
Scarcely giving a moment to the adieu, Anna sped with swift feet to the garden gate. But the moment she was within the barrier, and had turned the key, she began--little dissembler that she was!--to step on slowly, in a careless, _nonchalant_ manner, looking up at the sky, turning her head to the trees, in no more hurry apparently than if bedtime were three hours off. She had seen Hester Dell standing at the house door.
"Child," said Hester gravely, "thee shouldst not stay out so late as this."
"It is so warm a night, Hester!"
"But thee shouldst not be beyond the premises. Patience would not like it. It is past thy bedtime, too. Patience's sleeping-draught has not come," she added, turning to another subject.
"Her sleeping-draught not come!" repeated Anna in surprise.
"It has not. I have been expecting the boy to knock every minute, or I should have come to see after thee. Friend Parry may have forgotten it."
"Why, of course he must have forgotten it," said Anna, inwardly promising the boy a sixpence for his forgetfulness. "The medicine always comes in the morning. Will Patience sleep without it?"
"I fear me not. What dost thee think? Suppose I were to run for it?"
"Yes, do, Hester."
They went in, Hester closing the back door and locking it. She put on her shawl and bonnet, and was going out at the front door when the clock struck ten.
"It is ten o'clock, child," she said to Anna. "Thee go to bed. Thee needst not sit up. I'll take the latch-key with me and let myself in."
"Oh, Hester! I don't want to go to bed yet," returned Anna fretfully.
"It is like a summer's evening."
"But thee hadst better, child," urged Hester. "Patience has been angry with me once or twice, saying I suffer thee to sit up late. A pretty budget she will be telling thy father on his return! Thee go to bed. Thy candle is ready here on the slab. Good night."
Hester departed, shutting fast the door, and carrying with her the latch-key. Anna, fully convinced that friend Parry's forgetfulness, or the boy's, must have been designed as a special favour to herself, went softly into the best parlour to take the book out of her pretty work-table.
But the room was dark, and Anna could not find her keys. She believed she had left her keys on the top of this very work-table;
Her keys were found on the mantel-piece. She unlocked the drawer, took from it the book, blew out the candle, and ran through the garden to the field.
Another minute, and Herbert would have left. He was turning away. In truth, he had not in the least expected to see Anna back again. "Then you have been able to come!" he exclaimed, in his surprise.
"Hester is gone out," explained Anna. "Friend Parry has forgotten to send Patience's medicine, and Hester has gone for it. Herbert, thee only think! But for Hester's expecting Parry's boy to knock at the door, she would have come out here searching for me! She said she would. I must never forget the time again. There's the book, and thank thee. I am sorry and yet glad to give it thee back."
"Is that not a paradox?" asked Herbert, with a smile. "I do not know why you should be either sorry or glad: to be both seems inexplicable."
"I am sorry to lose it: it is the most charming book I have read, and but for Patience I should like to have kept it for ever," returned Anna with enthusiasm. "But I always felt afraid of Hester's finding it and carrying it up to Patience. Patience would be angry; and she might tell my father. That is why I am glad to give it back to thee."
"Why did you not lock it up?" asked Herbert.
"I did lock it up. I locked it in my work-table drawer. But I forget to put my keys in my pocket; I leave them about anywhere. I should have been out with it sooner, but that I could not find the keys."
Anna was in no momentary hurry to run in now. Hester was safe for full twenty minutes to come, therefore her haste need not be so great. She knew that it was past her bedtime, and that Patience would be wondering (unless by great good-fortune Patience should have dropped asleep) why she did not go in to wish her good night. But these reflections Anna conveniently ignored, in the charm of remaining longer to talk about the book. She told Herbert that she had been copying the engravings, but she must put the drawings in some safe place before Patience was about again. "Tell me the time, please," she suddenly said, bringing her chatter to a standstill.
Herbert took out his watch, and held its face towards the moon. "It is twelve minutes past ten."
"Then I must be going in," said Anna. "She could be back in twenty minutes, and she must not find me out again."
Herbert turned with her, and walked to the gate; pacing slowly, both of them, and talking still. He turned in at the gate with her, and Anna made no demur. No fear of his being seen. Patience was as safe in bed as if she had been chained there, and Hester could not be back quite yet.
Arrived at the door, closed as Anna had left it, Herbert put out his hand. "I suppose I must bid you a final good night now, Anna," he said in low tones.
"That thee must. I have to come down the garden again to lock the gate after thee. And Hester may not be more than three or four minutes longer. Good night to thee, Herbert."
"Let me see that it is all safe for you, against you do go in," said Herbert, laying his hand on the handle of the door to open it.
To open it? Nay: he could not open it. The handle resisted his efforts.
"Did you lock it, Anna?"
Anna smiled at what she thought his awkwardness. "Thee art turning it the wrong way, Herbert. See!"
He withdrew his hand to give place to hers, and she turned the handle softly and gently the contrary way; that is, she essayed to turn it. But it would not turn for her, any more than it had turned for Herbert Dare.
A sick feeling of terror rushed over Anna, as a conviction of the truth grew upon her. Hester Dell had returned, and she was locked out!
In good truth, it was no less a calamity. Hester Dell had not gone far from the door on her errand, when she met the doctor's boy with his basket, hastening up with the medicine. "I was just coming after it,"
said Hester to him. "Whatever brings thee so late?"
"Mr. Parry was called out this morning before he had time to make it up, and he has only just come home," was the boy's reply.
"Better late than never," he somewhat saucily added.
"Well, so it is," acquiesced Hester, who rarely gave anything but a meek retort. And she turned back home, letting herself in with the latch-key.
The house appeared precisely as she had left it, except that Anna's candle had disappeared from the mahogany slab in the pa.s.sage. "That's right! the child's gone to bed," soliloquised she.
She proceeded to go to bed herself. The Quaker's was an early household.
All Hester had to do now, was to give Patience her sleeping-draught.
"Let me see," continued Hester, still in soliloquy, "I think I did lock the back door."
To make sure, she tried the key and found it was not locked. Rather wondering, for she certainly thought she _had_ locked it, but dismissing the subject the next minute from her thoughts, she locked it now and took the key out. Then she continued her way up to Patience. Patience, lying there lonely and dull with her night-light, turned her eyes on Hester.
"Did thee think we had forgotten thee, Patience? Parry has been out all day, the boy says, and the physic is but this minute come."
"Where's Anna?" inquired Patience.
"She is gone to bed."