Chapter 26
"Ottilie, you must have that girl up to town," remarked Frederick.
"Why?" said his wife, stifling a yawn.
"Because I think G.o.dfrey ought to know her."
"G.o.dfrey hates girls."
"Yes, because he is always alone, and gets spoilt--he ought to know his sister."
"She is coming to stay in town with Lady Mabel in the autumn, when we are settled," said the colonel; and at that moment some one came up and claimed his attention, so he bowed to Mrs. Orton and withdrew.
Later that night, Frederick, coming up to bed, tapped at his wife's door, and, on receiving a m.u.f.fled "Come in," entered with a face full of news.
"I say, what do you think Wynch-Frere has been telling me? Poor old Allonby has got smashed up in this very place--I mean Edge Combe--and Elaine Brabourne found him lying by the roadside! So now we shall be able to hear whether she really is as good-looking as Lady Mabel wants to make out."
A ray of interest warmed Ottilie's face, and encouraged him to proceed.
He acquainted her with all the details of the accident which he had been able to glean from the colonel; while she sat brus.h.i.+ng out her long thick dark hair, and listening. When he had apparently chatted her into a better humor, he sat down on the dressing-table, and, leaning forward, looked at her wistfully.
"I say, old girl, were you fearfully set on Homburg?"
Her face hardened.
"You know I was," she said, shortly.
"Well, look here--can you think of anything we could do with that blessed child? I can't bear to disappoint you. I think it would run to it if we could get rid of him. He means an extra room and some one to look after him, and even then he's eternally in the way. Could we get rid of him for a little while? If so, I'll take you."
"You're very good, Fred," she said, with alacrity. "I--I'm sorry I was so cross. I'll think that over about G.o.dfrey. It would be a hundred times nicer without him."
"My word, though, won't there be a s.h.i.+ndy?" said Frederick, laughing. "I wonder what the young cub will say! He isn't used to being left behind; you've spoilt him, Ottilie."
"I indeed? I like that! Why, from the moment he was born you allowed him to do just whatever he chose, and taught him such language----"
"All right--of course it was all my fault, as usual; but now, am I a good boy?"
"Yes, you are."
"Well, then, kiss me."
So a peace was sealed for the time.
On their return to London, on the Monday following, two letters awaited them. One was from Wynifred Allonby, explaining that her brother was ill, and that she had gone to nurse him, and asking that he might have time allowed him to finish his commission pictures; the other was from Miss Ellen Willoughby, begging that G.o.dfrey might spend his holidays at Edge.
"Just the very thing! I'll pack him off there the first minute I can!"
cried Mrs. Orton, joyful and exultant.
Frederick smiled prophetically.
"He will probably try his sister's temper," he remarked, placidly, "and that in no common degree; but then, on the other hand, he will doubtless enlarge her vocabulary considerably, so he cannot be looked upon in the light of an unmixed evil."
CHAPTER XVIII.
"'Go to the hills,' said one remit a while This baneful diligence--at early morn Court the fresh air, explore the
... 'I infer that he was healed By perseverance in the course prescribed'
"You do not err; the powers that had been lost, By slow degrees were gradually regained The fluttering nerves composed; the beating heart In rest established; and the jarring thoughts To Harmony restored."
_The Excursion_
The fresh air had never seemed so gloriously sweet to Osmond Allonby before.
He sat in a roomy, comfortable arm chair, a shawl round his big limbs, and the light warm breeze that puffed up the valley bringing a faint color to his white face.
He had two companions, Wynifred and Mr. Fowler. The girl sat on the gra.s.s, busy over some little piece of needle-work; Henry Fowler lay beside her, throwing tiny pebbles idly at the terrier's nose. A great peace brooded over Poole Farm--a peace which seemed to communicate itself to the three as they sat enjoying their desultory conversation.
"And so," said Mr. Fowler, "Mr. d.i.c.kens returned to his own place yesterday, rendered absolutely despairing by his interview with your brother."
"I know; it was laughable," said Allonby, laughing gently. "He almost gave me the lie, so determined was he that I had a secret enemy somewhere; I was quite sorry I couldn't oblige him with one, his disappointment was so painful to witness."
"The worst of these detective police," returned his friend, "is that they will always pin their faith on some one particular feature of the case; they become imbued with a theory of their own, and in consequence blind and deaf to all that does not bear upon it. Mr. d.i.c.kens had settled that this was a vendetta, and he would entertain no other hypothesis."
"The notion is absurd in the highest degree," said Osmond, with animation. "No! It was some tramp, you may be sure, and he was frightened, and made off before securing his booty. I must have looked a very easy prey, for I was sitting, as I have told you before, with my head on my hands, feeling rather done up. I have a dim recollection of a violent blow; I suppose it stunned me at once. Not a soul had pa.s.sed me, I am sure; whoever it was came up behind, along the Combe road."
"It would not be at all difficult for anyone who knew the country to conceal himself," said Mr. Fowler, meditatively, "but yet--the police watched well. Every neighboring village was searched, and all along the coast... but these local police are easily deceived, you know. I wish I had been at home at the time."
"I wish you had," said Wynifred, impulsively; and then half repented her impulse, for she received such a very plain look of thanks and pleasure from Mr. Fowler's kind eyes.
From the first moment, he had been deeply struck with Miss Allonby; her character was as new to him as it was to Claud Cranmer, but he found her perfectly charming. Presents of fresh trout, of large strawberries, plump chickens, and invalid jellies daily arrived from the Lower House; and most afternoons the master would follow his gifts, and walk in, arrayed in his rough country clothes, very likely with a reminiscence of bricks or mortar somewhere on his coat sleeve, for he was building a house in the valley for some relations of his, and, as he was his own architect, the work necessitated a good deal of personal attention.
Wynifred had been down to see the house in question, and then to tea at Edge Willoughby, and had been escorted back to Poole by Mr. Fowler in the starlight; and a most interesting walk it had been, for he knew every constellation in the heavens, and exactly where to look for each at any season of the year.
A thorough liking for him had sprung up in her heart. The simplicity of his courteous manner was a rare charm; he was singularly unlike the London men of her acquaintance, with a modesty which was perhaps the most remarkable of his attributes.
The little silence which followed her remark was broken by Osmond.
"When is Cranmer coming down again?" he said.
"Next week, I hope; sooner if he can. I had a letter from him this morning; he asked to be most particularly remembered to you and Miss Allonby, and inquired much after your health," said Mr. Fowler.
"I am glad he was not down last week; the weather was so bad, he would not have known what to do," said Wyn.
In fact, Claud had been reluctantly torn from Edge Combe by his despotic sister, who, when she got to London, found that to choose a house without his a.s.sistance was quite an impossibility. In such a matter, the colonel's opinion was never even asked; neither did he resent the omission in the least. If Mabel liked the house, he liked it too, and Claud would see after the stabling.
So Claud went, and tramped Belgravia and even Kensington with submission; and, when at last a selection was made, found himself doomed to go down to Hunstanton with his tyrant and fetch up the children, the nurses, and the little governess for a week's shopping, previous to their being all swept off to Yorks.h.i.+re, to be out of the way during the autumn at the castle of the earl, their grandpapa, whilst their mother went to make herself agreeable to her husband's const.i.tuents; in which last respect she certainly did her duty.
In Mr. Cranmer's absence, the wounded man had grown stronger daily; had sat at his bedroom window, had made the circuit of his chamber, and now was promoted to sit in the garden; and Dr. Forbes exulted in the rapidity of his convalescence.