Chapter 36
"A stranger. He came to Ashlydyat, supposing you lived there. I sent him to the Folly."
"Describe him, will you?" said Mr. Verrall.
"I noticed nothing much to describe," replied George. "He wore a straw hat, and had a thin tweed coat over his arm. I should fancy he had just come off a journey."
Mr. Verrall left George where he was, and went back to the Folly. George rose and followed more slowly. But when he got beyond the trees, he saw that Mr. Verrall must have plunged into them: as if he would go into the Folly by the servants' entrance. George crossed the lawn, and made straight for the drawing-room windows, which stood open.
Scarcely had he entered, and flung himself into the first easy-chair, when he saw the same stranger approach the house. Where _had_ he been, not to have found it before? But George immediately divined that he had taken the wrong turning near the ash-trees, and so had had the pleasure of a round to Prior's Ash and back again. The room was empty, and George sat recovering breath and enjoying the luxury of a rest, when the stranger's knock resounded at the hall-door.
A servant, as he could hear, came forth to open it; but, before that was effected, flying footsteps followed the man across the hall, and he was called, in the voice of Charlotte Pain.
"James," said she, in a half-whisper, which came distinctly to the ear of George G.o.dolphin, "should that be any one for Mr. Verrall, say nothing, but show him in here."
A second room, a smaller one, stood between the one George had entered, and the hall. It opened both to the drawing-room and the hall; in fact, it served as a sort of anteroom to the drawing-room. It was into this room that the stranger was shown.
Charlotte, who had taken a seat, and was toying with some embroidery-work, making believe to be busy over it, rose at his entrance, with the prettiest air of surprise imaginable. He could have staked his life, had he been required to do it, that she knew nothing whatever of his approach until that identical moment, when James threw open the door, and announced, "A gentleman, ma'am." James had been unable to announce him in more definite terms. Upon his asking the stranger for a name, the curt answer had been, "Never mind the name. Mr.
Verrall knows me."
Charlotte rose. And the gentleman's abruptness changed to courtesy at the sight of her. "I wish to see Mr. Verrall," he said.
"Mr. Verrall is in town," replied Charlotte.
"In town!" was the answer, delivered in an accent of excessive surprise.
"Do you mean in London, madam?"
"Certainly," rejoined Charlotte. "In London."
"But he only left London last night to come here!" was the stranger's answer.
It brought Charlotte to a pause. Self-possessed as she was, she had to think a moment before hazarding another a.s.sertion. "May I inquire how you know that he left London last night for this?" she asked.
"Because, madam, I had business yesterday of the very last importance with Mr. Verrall. He made the appointment himself, for three o'clock. I went at three: and could not find him. I
"How very unfortunate!" exclaimed Charlotte, who had obtained her clue.
"He was telegraphed for yesterday, and arrived in answer to it, getting here very late last night. But he could not stay. He said he had business to attend to in London, and he left here this morning by an early train. Will you oblige me with your name?" she added.
"My name, madam, is Appleby. It is possible that you may have heard Mr.
Verrall mention it, if, as I presume, I have the honour of speaking to Mrs. Verrall."
Charlotte did not undeceive him. "When did you see Mr. Verrall last?"
she suddenly inquired, as if the thought had just struck her.
"The day before yesterday. I saw him three times that day, and he made the appointment for the following one."
"I am so sorry you should have had a useless journey," said Charlotte, with much sympathy.
"I am sorry also," said the stranger. "Sorry for the delay this causes in certain arrangements; a delay I can ill afford. I will wish you good morning, madam, and start back by the first train."
Charlotte touched the bell, and curtsied her adieu. The stranger had the door open, when he turned round, and spoke again.
"I presume I may entirely rely upon what you tell me--that Verrall _has_ gone back?"
"Oh, certainly," answered Charlotte.
Now, every syllable of this colloquy had reached the ears of George G.o.dolphin. It puzzled him not a little. Were there _two_ Verralls? The Verrall of the Folly, with whom he had so recently exchanged words, had certainly not been in London for a fortnight past, or anywhere else but in that neighbourhood. And what did Charlotte mean, by saying he had gone to town that morning?
Charlotte came in, singing a sc.r.a.p of a song. She started when she saw George, and then flew to him in a glow of delight, holding out her hands.
What could he do, but take them? What could he do, but draw Charlotte down beside him on the sofa, holding them still? "How pleased I am to see you!" exclaimed Charlotte. "I shall think the dear old times are coming round again."
"Charlotte mia, do you know what I have been obliged to hear? That interesting colloquy you have been taking part in in the next room."
Charlotte burst into a laugh. From the moment when she first caught a glimpse of George, seated there, she had felt sure that he must have heard it. "Did I do it well?" she cried, triumphantly.
"How could you invent such fibs?"
"Verrall came upstairs to me and Kate," said Charlotte, laughing more merrily than before. "He said there was somebody going to call here, he thought with a begging pet.i.tion, and he did not care to see him. Would I go and put the man off? I asked him how I should put him off, and he answered, 'Any way. Say he had gone to London, if I liked.'"
Was Charlotte telling truth or falsehood? That there was more in all this than met the eye was evident. It was no business, however, of George G.o.dolphin's, neither did he make it his.
"And you have really walked here all the way by yourself!" she resumed.
"I am so glad! You will get well now all one way."
"I don't know about getting well 'all one way,' Charlotte. The doctors have been ordering me away for the winter."
"For the winter!" repeated Charlotte, her tone growing sober. "What for?
Where to?"
"To some place where the skies are more genial than in this cold climate of ours," replied George. "If I wish to get thoroughly well, they say, I must start off next month, September, and not return until April."
"But--should you go alone?"
"There's the worst of it. We poor bachelors are like stray sheep--n.o.body owning us, n.o.body caring for us."
"Take somebody with you," suggested Charlotte.
"That's easier said than done," said George.
Charlotte threw one of her brilliant glances at him. She had risen, and was standing before him, all her attractions in full play. "There's an old saying, Mr. George G.o.dolphin, that where there's a will, there's a way," quoth she.
George made a gallant answer, and they were progressing in each other's good graces to their own content, when an interruption came to it. The same servant who had opened the door to the stranger entered.
"Miss Pain, if you please, my master says will you go up to him."
"I declare you make me forget everything," cried Charlotte to George, as she left the room. And picking up her King Charley, she threw it at him.
"There! take care of him, Mr. George G.o.dolphin, until I come back again."
A few minutes after, George saw Mr. Verrall leave the house and cross the lawn. A servant behind him was bearing a small portmanteau and an overcoat, similar to the one the stranger had carried on his arm. Was Mr. Verrall also going to London?