Chapter 66
The bride in her traveling dress stood on the threshold. Outside the carriage waited at the open gate.
Rowcliffe took Mary's hand in his and they ran down the path.
"He can sprint fast enough now," said Rowcliffe's uncle.
But his youngest cousin and Harker, his best friend, had gone faster.
They were waiting together on the bridge, and the girl had a slipper in her hand.
"Were you ever," she said, "at such an awful wedding?"
Harker saw nothing wrong about the wedding but he admitted that his experience was small.
The youngest cousin was not appeased by his confession. She went on.
"Why on earth didn't Steven _try_ to marry Gwenda?"
"Not much good trying," said the doctor, "if she wouldn't have him."
"You believe that silly story? I don't. Did you see her face?"
Harker admitted that he had seen her face.
And then, as the carriage pa.s.sed, Rowcliffe's youngest cousin did an odd thing. She tossed the slipper over the bridge into the beck.
Harker had not time to comment on her action. They were coming for him from the house.
Rowcliffe's youngest sister-in-law had fainted away on the top landing.
Everybody remembered then that it was she who had been in love with him.
XLVIII
Alice had sent for Gwenda.
Three months had gone by since her sister's wedding, and all her fears were gathered together in the fear of her father and of what was about to happen to her.
And before Gwenda could come to her, Rowcliffe and Mary had come to the Vicar in his study. They had been a long time with him, and then Rowcliffe had gone out. They had sent him to Upthorne. And the two had gone into the dining-room and they had her before them there.
It was early in a dull evening in February. The lamps were lit and in their yellow light Ally's face showed a pale and quivering exaltation.
It was the face of a hunted and terrified thing that has gathered courage in desperation to turn and stand. She
It had come to that. For Ned, the shepherd at Upthorne, had told what he had seen. He had told it to Maggie, who told it to Mrs. Gale. He had told it to the head-gamekeeper at Garthdale Manor, who had a tale of his own that he too had told. And Dr. Harker had a tale. Harker had taken his friend's practice when Rowcliffe was away on his honeymoon.
He had seen Alice and Greatorex on the moors at night as he had driven home from Upthorne. And he had told Rowcliffe what he had seen. And Rowcliffe had told Mary and the Vicar.
And at the cottage down by the beck Essy Gale and her mother had spoken together, but what they had spoken and what they had heard they had kept secret.
"I haven't been with him," said Alice for the third time. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Ally--there's no use your saying that when you've been seen with him."
It was Mary who spoke.
"I ha--haven't."
"Don't lie," said the Vicar.
"I'm not. They're l-l-lying," said Ally, shaken into stammering now.
"Who do you suppose would lie about it?" Mary said.
"Essy would."
"Well--I may tell you, Ally, that you're wrong. Essy's kept your secret. So has Mrs. Gale. You ought to go down on your knees and thank the poor girl--after what you did to her."
"It _was_ Essy. I know. She's mad to marry him herself, so she goes lying about _me_."
"n.o.body's lying about her," said the Vicar, "but herself. And she's condemning herself with every word she says. You'd better have left Essy out of it, my girl."
"I tell you that she's lying if she says she's seen me with him. She's never seen me."
"It wasn't Essy who saw you," Mary said.
"Somebody else is lying then. Who was it?"
"If you _must_ know who saw you," the Vicar said, "it was Dr. Harker.
You were seen a month ago hanging about Upthorne alone with that fellow."
"Only once," Ally murmured.
"You own to 'once'? You--you----" he stifled with his fury. "Once is enough with a low blackguard like Greatorex. And you were seen more than once. You've been seen with him after dark." He boomed. "There isn't a poor drunken s.l.u.t in the village who's disgraced herself like you."
Mary intervened. "Sh--sh--Papa. They'll hear you in the kitchen."
"They'll hear _her_." (Ally was moaning.) "Stop that whimpering and whining."
"She can't help it."
"She can help it if she likes. Come, Ally, we're all here----Poor Mary's come up and Steven. There are things we've got to know and I insist on knowing them. You've brought the most awful trouble and shame on me and your sister and brother-in-law, and the least you can do is to answer truthfully. I can't stand any more of this distressing altercation. I'm not going to extort any painful confession. You've only got to answer a simple Yes or No. Were you anywhere with Jim Greatorex before Dr. Harker saw you in December? Think before you speak. Yes or No."
She thought.
"N-no."