After thus parting from a man than whom she had known none greater as yet,Elfride rode rapidly onwards,a tear being occasionally shaken from her eyes into the road.What yesterday had seemed so desirable,so promising,even trifling,had now acquired the complexion of a tragedy.
She saw the rocks and sea in the neighbourhood of Endelstow,and heaved a sigh of relief When she passed a field behind the vicarage she heard the voices of Unity and William Worm.They were hanging a carpet upon a line.Unity was uttering a sentence that concluded with when Miss Elfride comes.
When dye expect her?
Not till evening now.Shes safe enough at Miss Bicknells,bless ye.
Elfride went round to the door.She did not knock or ring;and seeing nobody to take the horse,Elfride led her round to the yard,slipped off the bridle and saddle,drove her towards the paddock,and turned her in.Then Elfride crept indoors,and looked into all the ground-floor rooms.Her father was not there.
On the mantelpiece of the drawing-room stood a letter addressed to her in his handwriting.She took it and read it as she went upstairs to change her habit.
STRATLEIGH,Thursday.
DEAR ELFRIDE,--On second thoughts I will not return to-day,but only come as far as Wadcombe.I shall be at home by to-morrow afternoon,and bring a friend with me.--Yours,in haste,C.S.
After making a quick toilet she felt more revived,though still suffering from a headache.On going out of the door she met Unity at the top of the stair.
O Miss Elfride!I said to myself tis her sperrit!We didnt dream oyou not coming home last night.You didnt say anything about staying.
I intended to come home the same evening,but altered my plan.I wished I hadnt afterwards.Papa will be angry,I suppose?
Better not tell him,miss,said Unity.
I do fear to,she murmured.Unity,would you just begin telling him when he comes home?
What!and get you into trouble?
I deserve it.
No,indeed,I wont,said Unity.It is not such a mighty matter,Miss Elfride.I says to myself,masters taking a hollerday,and because hes not been kind lately to Miss Elfride,she----
Is imitating him.Well,do as you like.And will you now bring me some luncheon?
After satisfying an appetite which the fresh marine air had given her in its victory over an agitated mind,she put on her hat and went to the garden and summer-house.She sat down,and leant with her head in a corner.Here she fell asleep.
Half-awake,she hurriedly looked at the time.She had been there three hours.At the same moment she heard the outer gate swing together,and wheels sweep round the entrance;some prior noise from the same source having probably been the cause of her awaking.Next her fathers voice was heard calling to Worm.
Elfride passed along a walk towards the house behind a belt of shrubs.She heard a tongue holding converse with her father,which was not that of either of the servants.Her father and the stranger were laughing together.Then there was a rustling of silk,and Mr.Swancourt and his companion,or companions,to all seeming entered the door of the house,for nothing more of them was audible.Elfride had turned back to meditate on what friends these could be,when she heard footsteps,and her father exclaiming behind her:
O Elfride,here you are!I hope you got on well?
Elfrides heart smote her,and she did not speak.
Come back to the summer-house a minute,continued Mr.Swancourt;
I have to tell you of that I promised to.
They entered the summer-house,and stood leaning over the knotty woodwork of the balustrade.
Now,said her father radiantly,guess what I have to say.He seemed to be regarding his own existence so intently,that he took no interest in nor even saw the complexion of hers.
I cannot,papa,she said sadly.
Try,dear.
I would rather not,indeed.
You are tired.You look worn.The ride was too much for you.
Well,this is what I went away for.I went to be married!
Married!she faltered,and could hardly check an involuntary So did I.A moment after and her resolve to confess perished like a bubble.
Yes;to whom do you think?Mrs.Troyton,the new owner of the estate over the hedge,and of the old manor-house.It was only finally settled between us when I went to Stratleigh a few days ago.He lowered his voice to a sly tone of merriment.Now,as to your stepmother,youll find she is not much to look at,though a good deal to listen to.She is twenty years older than myself,for one thing.
You forget that I know her.She called here once,after we had been,and found her away from home.
Of course,of course.Well,whatever her looks are,shes as excellent a woman as ever breathed.She has had lately left her as absolute property three thousand five hundred a year,besides the devise of this estate--and,by the way,a large legacy came to her in satisfaction of dower,as it is called.
Three thousand five hundred a year!
And a large--well,a fair-sized--mansion in town,and a pedigree as long as my walking-stick;though that bears evidence of being rather a raked-up affair--done since the family got rich--people do those things now as they build ruins on maiden estates and cast antiques at Birmingham.
Elfride merely listened and said nothing.
He continued more quietly and impressively.Yes,Elfride,she is wealthy in comparison with us,though with few connections.
However,she will introduce you to the world a little.We are going to exchange her house in Baker Street for one at Kensington,for your sake.Everybody is going there now,she says.At Easters we shall fly to town for the usual three months--I shall have a curate of course by that time.Elfride,I am past love,you know,and I honestly confess that I married her for your sake.
