A Castle in Spain Part 15
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"Oh, thank G.o.d! thank G.o.d!" she cried. "Oh, how glad I am!"
The priest stood and looked at her in silence, although there was certainly every occasion for saying something. Finally he held out his hand, and she took it in hers, which were cold as ice, and tremulous.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "I'm The Cure Of Santa Cruz."]
"Poor child!" said the priest, "you have been too excited. But were you not afraid that it might be some one else?"
"Yes," said she; "so afraid that I lost all strength and could not get back. I thought I heard something like that little short laugh of yours that you give, but then it seemed imagination. So I waited, and if it had been an enemy he would have caught me. But I was right, after all," she ended, joyously. "It was your laugh--and you."
Again the priest stood in silence looking at her.
"It's worth going over there," said he at last, "to make a fellow-creature happy by coming back."
"Oh no," she said, "not for that. Nothing can compensate for the frightful, the terrible anxiety--nothing. But I will say no more. I am ready now for any fatigue or peril. My worst fear is over."
"Oh, it's all very well to be glad to see me," said the priest, with that short laugh to which the lady had referred, "but that's nothing to the gladness you'll feel when you see what I've brought back with me. You just wait and see--that's all!"
With these words he ascended into the tower through the gap, and a.s.sisted the lady after him. They then went up the broken stairway, and out into the open air to the fallen tree where they had taken their breakfast. Upon this he seated himself, and the lady did the same. He now opened the wallet, and distributed to her some of his stock of provisions, pointing out to her with an air of triumph the fact that they had enough to last them for a week. The lady said but little and ate but little; the priest, for his part, ate less; so the breakfast was soon despatched; after which the priest loaded his pipe and smoked the smoke of peace.
The priest, as he smoked, occasionally threw a furtive glance at the lady, who now sat absorbed in her own meditations.
"I propose to ask you a few questions," said the priest, "merely for the sake of conversation, and you needn't answer unless you like. In the first place, you haven't been long in Spain, I take it?"
"No," said the lady; "only a few days."
"And you are on your way back to England?"
"Yes."
"Have you been travelling alone?"
"At first I had a maid, but she got frightened and left me at Bayonne. Since then I have had to travel alone."
"You mustn't think me too inquisitive," said the priest. "I merely wished to know in a general way, and am by no means trying to pry into your affairs."
He spoke in a careless tone. He was lolling in an easy att.i.tude, and appeared to be enjoying his smoke very much. After saying these words he began to fuss with his pipe, which did not draw well, humming to himself at the same time some absurd verses:
"My love he was a draper's clerk, He came to see me after dark: Around the Park we used to stray To hear the lily-white bandsmen play.
CHORUS OF DRAPER'S CLERKS.
Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound, My love lies buried underground!"
A faint smile came over the lady's face as she heard these nonsensical words from one in the garb of a priest. Still, she reflected that while it was his voice that was singing, his mind was no doubt intent on something else.
"By-the-bye," resumed the priest, "as I'm asking questions, I should like to ask one more. May I?"
"Most certainly," said the lady. "What is it?"
"Well, your name, you know. It's awkward to be as we are. Now, if I were shot, and wanted you to help me, I shouldn't know what to call you."
The lady smiled.
"My name is Talbot," said she.
"Ah--Mrs. Talbot," said the priest; "thanks."
"Not 'Mrs.'" said the lady, again smiling; "Miss Talbot. My full name is Sydney Talbot."
"Sydney Talbot," repeated the priest. "Thanks. That's all. Everything else is told. I may add, however, in an incidental way, that my name is Brooke."
"Father Brooke?" said the lady, interrogatively, with a furtive smile which was perhaps occasioned by the incongruity between the priest's sacred garb and somewhat eccentric manner.
To this question the reply was not particularly appropriate. The priest, or Brooke, as he may now be called, looked with a smile of quiet drollery at Miss Talbot, and then, in a strange whining voice, began to drone out some verses of a song:
"Old Bluebeard was a warrior bold, He kept his wives in a great stronghold.
One--Two--Three--Four--Five--Six--Seven-- They all of them died and went to Heaven.
Old B. fell into a dismal state, And went and married Number Eight."
"Well," he resumed, in his natural voice, "Father Brooke isn't bad; Brother Brooke, however, would be better; but, on the whole, simple 'Brooke' is the best of all."
"Well, now, Mr. Brooke," asked the lady, anxiously, "what are our prospects? Have you found out anything?"
"Oh yes; I've had a conversation with an amiable Carlist who was on the point of blowing my brains out, and was only prevented by the unparalleled 'cheek' of the unworthy being who now addresses you."
"Did you really incur such danger?" asked Miss Talbot, in unfeigned anxiety.
"Danger? Oh, a trifle; but a miss is as good as a mile. I'm here now, safe and sound, but for two or three seconds you ran a great risk of making your journey alone. However, I made friends with them, and was entertained royally. Now, as to escape. I'm sorry to say that the country is swarming everywhere with these n.o.ble Carlists; that there is no such thing as law; that there are no magistrates, no police, no post-office, no telegraph, no railway trains, no newspapers, and no taxes except of an irregular kind."
"That is very bad," said Miss Talbot, slowly, and in a low, anxious voice.
"Oh yes," said Brooke, "but it's just as I feared.
"'There was an old man with a beard,'
"you know,
"'Who said, "It is just as I feared-- Two owls and a wren And a c.o.c.k and a hen Have all built their nests in my beard."'
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