Chapter 45
"His rheumatism's well, isn't it?" returned Rodolf Pain.
"That is well; but _he's_ not. He is weak as water, needing care still.
Prudent Janet does well to send Margery. What should Maria Hastings know about taking care of the sick? I think they have shown excessively bad manners not to invite me to the breakfast," continued Mrs. Verrall, in a tone of acidity.
"Some one said it was to be quite a private breakfast: confined to relatives."
"I don't care," said Mrs. Verrall; "they might have made an exception in my favour. They know I like such things: and we lived in their house, Ashlydyat, and are now living at Lady G.o.dolphin's Folly."
"That's where Charlotte's gone, I'll lay," cried Mr. Rodolf Pain.
Mrs. Verrall turned her eyes upon him with a slight accession of wonder in them. "Gone _there_! To the Rectory? Nonsense, Rodolf!"
"I didn't say to the Rectory, Mrs. Verrall. She wouldn't be so stupid as to go there without an invitation. She's gone about the town, to stare at the carriages, and look out for what she can see."
"Very possibly," returned Mrs. Verrall, throwing herself into her chair in weariness. "What has become of all the people to-day, that no one comes to call upon me? I should think they are stopping to look at the wedding."
Rodolf, in weariness as great, slowly lifted his body out of the chair, gave himself another stretch, and left the room. The curse of work!
Never did work bring a curse half as great as that brought by idleness.
Better break stones on the road, better work in galley-chains, than sit through the livelong day, day after day as the year goes round, and be eaten up by la.s.situde. Rodolf Pain's compulsory idleness was only temporary; he was away from his occupation only for a time: but Mrs.
Verrall possessed no occupation from year's end to year's end. Her hands had no duties to perform, no labour to transact: she never touched anything in the shape of ornamental work; she rarely, if ever, opened a book. She was one of those who possess no resources within themselves: and, may Heaven have mercy upon all such!
By-and-by, after Rodolf had smoked two cigars outside, and had lounged in again, pretty nearly done to death with the effort to kill time, Charlotte returned. She came in at the open window, apparently in the highest spirits, her face sparkling.
"Did you hear the bells?" asked she.
"I did," answered Rodolf. "I heard them when I was out just now."
"The town's quite in a commotion," Charlotte resumed. "Half the ragam.u.f.fins in the place are collected round the Rectory gates: they had better let the beadle get amongst them!"
"Commotion or no commotion, I know I have not had a soul to call here!"
grumbled Mrs. Verrall. "Where have you been, Charlotte?"
"At Lady Sarah's. And I have had the great honour of seeing the bride and bridegroom!" went on Charlotte, in a tone of complaisance so intense as to savour of mockery. "They came driving by in their carriage, and we had full view of them."
This somewhat aroused Mrs. Verrall from her listlessness. "They have started, then! How did she look, Charlotte?"
"Look!" cried Charlotte.
"How was she dressed?" questioned Mrs. Verrall again.
"Could I see?--seated low in the carriage, as she was, and leaning back in it!" retorted Charlotte. "She wore a white bonnet and veil, and that's all I can tell you. Margery and Pearce were with them. Kate, don't you think Lady Sarah must _feel_ this day? A few months ago, and it was her daughter who was on the point of marriage with a G.o.dolphin.
But she did not seem to think of it. She'd give her head for a daughter of hers to wed a G.o.dolphin still."
Mrs. Verrall raised her eyes to Charlotte's with an expression of simple astonishment. The remark mystified her. Mrs. Verrall could boast little depth of any sort, and never saw half as far as Charlotte did. Charlotte resumed:
"_I_ saw; _I_ know: I have seen and known ever since Ethel died. My lady would like Sarah Anne to take Ethel's place with Thomas G.o.dolphin."
"I can hardly believe that, Charlotte."
"Disbelieve it then," equably responded Charlotte, as she pa.s.sed out to the terrace, and began calling to her dogs. They came noisily up in answer; and Charlotte disappeared with them.
And Mr. Rodolf Pain, sitting there in his embroidered chair, with a swelling heart, remarked that Charlotte had not vouchsafed the smallest notice to him. "I wouldn't stop another hour," he murmured to himself, "only that my going back would put up Verrall: and--and it might not do."
Very intense was that gentleman's surprise to see, not two minutes after, Mr. Verrall himself enter the room by the window. Mrs. Verrall gave a little shriek of astonishment; and the new-comer, throwing his summer overcoat upon a chair, shook hands with his wife, and gave her a kiss. Plenty of dust was mingled with his yellow whiskers, and his moustache.
"I came third-cla.s.s most of the way," explained Mr. Verrall, as an apology for the dust. "The first-cla.s.s carriage was stuffing hot, and there was no getting a smoke in it. We had a troublesome guard: the fellow excused himself by saying one of the directors was in the train."
"I have been all this time rubbing my eyes to find out whether they are deceiving me," cried Rodolf Pain. "Who was to dream of seeing you here to-day, sir?"
"I should think you expected to see me before, Rodolf," was Mr.
Verrall's answer.
"Well, so I did. But it seemed to be put off so long, that I am surprised to see you now. Is--is all straight?"
"Quite straight," replied Mr. Verrall; "after an overwhelming amount of bother. You are going up to-day, Pain."
"And not sorry to hear it, either," cried Rodolf Pain, with emphasis. "I am sick of having nothing to do. Is Appleby settled?" he added, dropping his voice.
Mr. Verrall gave a nod; and, drawing Rodolf Pain to a far window, stood there talking to him for some minutes in an undertone. Mrs. Verrall, who never concerned herself with matters of business, never would listen to them, went out on the terrace, a pale pink parasol with its white fringe, held between her face and the sun. While thus standing, the distant bells of All Souls', which had been ringing occasional peals throughout the day, smote faintly upon her ear. She went in again.
"Verrall," said she, "if you come out, you can hear the bells. Do you know what they are ringing for?"
"What bells? Why should I listen to them?" inquired Mr. Verrall, turning from Rodolf Pain.
"They are ringing for George G.o.dolphin's wedding. He has been married to-day."
The information appeared--as Rodolf Pain would have expressed it, had he given utterance to his sentiments--to strike Mr. Verrall all of a heap.
"George G.o.dolphin married to-day!" he repeated, in profound astonishment, remembering the weak state George had been in when he had left Prior's Ash, some weeks before. "Married or buried, do you mean?"
Mrs. Verrall laughed. "Oh, he has got well from his illness: or, nearly so," she said. "The bells would ring m.u.f.fled peals, if he were buried, Verrall, as they did for Sir George."
"And whom has he married?" continued Mr. Verrall, not in the least getting over his astonishment.
"Maria Hastings."
Mr. Verrall stroked his yellow moustache; a somewhat recent appendage to his beauty. He was by no means a demonstrative man--except on rare occasions--and though the tidings evidently made a marked impression on him, he said nothing. "Is Charlotte at the wedding?" he casually asked.
"No strangers were invited," replied Mrs. Verrall. "Lady G.o.dolphin came for it, and is staying at Ashlydyat. She has put off her weeds for to-day, and appears in colours: glad enough, I know, of the excuse for doing so."
"Where is Charlotte?" resumed Mr. Verrall.
He happened to look at Rodolf Pain as he spoke, and the latter answered, pointing towards some trees on the right.
"She went down there with her dogs. I'll go and find her."
Mr. Verrall watched him away, and then turned to his wife: speaking, however, impa.s.sively still.
"You say he has married Maria Hastings? How came Charlotte to let him slip through her fingers?"