True Tilda Part 52
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Miss Sally hurried out to the hall, the parson close at her heels.
They had scarcely crossed the threshold when Doctor Gla.s.son staggered by them like a maniac, with Tryphosa hanging on to his clerical skirts and Tryphena in full cry behind. b.u.t.ts brought up the rear of the chase, vainly shouting to call them off.
"Down, Tryphosa!" Miss Sally ran in, planted a well-directed kick on the mastiff's ribs, caught her by the scruff of the neck and banged her ears. "Back, you brutes!"
Catching a dog-whip down from the rack, she lashed and drove them yelping; while Gla.s.son flung himself on a couch and lay panting, with a sickly yellow face and a hand pressed to his heart.
"Oh, ma'am, your lady dogs!"
"'b.i.t.c.hes' in the country, Doctor Gla.s.son. I must apologise for them.
b.u.t.ts, bring some brandy and water to the drawing-room. . . . Not bitten, I hope? If the skin's broken we had better cauterise."
Miss Sally confessed afterwards that she would have enjoyed operating on the man with a red-hot poker: "and I'd have used the biggest poker in the house." But Doctor Gla.s.son arose, felt himself, and announced that it was unnecessary.
"Mr. Chichester tells me you wish for Sir Miles Chandon's address.
He was, until a couple of days ago, at the Grand Hotel, Monte Carlo, and I have no doubt is there yet."
Doctor Gla.s.son's face fell somewhat.
"I thank you," he murmured. "It is a long distance."
"A letter will reach him in less than two days."
"Yes," said Gla.s.son, and said no more.
"But a letter addressed to him at Meriton would, of course, be forwarded. So I conclude you wish to see him personally. Are you-- pardon the question--a friend of his?"
"Not a personal friend, ma'am. I came to see him on a matter of business."
"From Bursfield," said Miss Sally, with a glance at the card.
It was a superst.i.tion with Gla.s.son to tell the truth about trifles.
"From Plymouth, to be exact, ma'am. I have been indulging in a--er-- brief holiday."
"Ah," thought Miss Sally to herself, "researching, no doubt!"
Aloud she said--
"Well, I am sorry, sir; but Monte Carlo's the address, and that's all I can do for you except to offer you some refreshment, and--yes, let me see--you are returning to-night?"
"As speedily as possible, ma'am."
"Sunday trains are awkward. There is one at Fair Anchor at 4.35, and after that no other until the 7.12, which picks up the evening mail at Taunton. You are on foot, I understand, and will certainly not catch the first unless you let my man drive you over."
Doctor Gla.s.son was evidently anxious to get away at the earliest moment.
He protested, with many thanks, that he was trespa.s.sing on her kindness.
"Not a bit," said Miss Sally; "and you shall be as comfortable as we can make you in the barouche. Mr. Chichester, would you mind stepping out and ringing them up at the stables, while b.u.t.ts is bringing the brandy?"
The Parson guessed that she was sending him with a purpose; and he was right, for he had scarcely left the room when, on an excuse, she followed him.
"Tossell and the children are about due. This man must not see them, of course. As you leave the stables you go up on the Inistow road and head 'em off--keep 'em out of sight until the barouche is past the cross-roads and on the way to Fair Anchor."
He nodded, and having left his order with the coachman, climbed by a footpath to a rise of the moor whence he commanded a view of the cross-roads on his right, and on his left of the road running northward like a pale ribbon across the brown heather. Neither vehicle nor horseman was in sight. Nor, though he waited more than half an hour, did any appear coming from the direction of Inistow.
At the end of that time, however, he saw the barouche roll past the cross-roads towards Fair Anchor. The coast was clear. So, wondering a little at the farmer's delay, he wended his way back to Culvercoombe.
To his amazement, in the hall he ran against b.u.t.ts carrying a portmanteau, and at the same moment Miss Sally issued from the yellow drawing-room with a Bradshaw in her hand.
"Where are the children?" she asked.
"Nowhere in sight."
"That's odd. Tossell's punctual in everything as a rule--rent included.
Well, I must leave you to keep an eye on them. . . . Do you know anything about Bursfield? The best hotel there, for instance? I see there are two advertised here, The Imperial--everything's Imperial nowadays--with a night-porter and a lift--I detest lifts--never use 'em--and the Grand Central, family and commercial, electric light.
I abominate commercials, but they know how to feed. Why the deuce can't these people advertise something worth knowing? Electric light--who wants to eat overdone steaks by electricity?"
"But, my dear lady, why this sudden curiosity about Bursfield and its hotels?"
"Because, my dear man, I'm going there, to-night; by the 7.12. b.u.t.ts has just carried my portmanteau upstairs."
"Your portmanteau?"
"Yes; I don't believe in trunks and dress boxes--my things will bear folding, and Humphreys"--meaning her maid--"is already folding 'em.
Man, don't stare. I'm going to have the time of my life at Bursfield in Gla.s.son's absence. You saw Gla.s.son depart? Well, he didn't tell; but you may pack me in another portmanteau if he's not posting off to Monte Carlo."
"Well?"
"Well, he won't find Miles Chandon there. Because why? Because I've written out this telegram, which I'll trouble you to send as soon as the post office opens to-morrow. Nuisance there's no telegraphing in the country on Sundays. I thought of getting a porter to dispatch it for me at Taunton; but it wouldn't reach Monte Carlo until some unearthly hour, and we've plenty of time. Miles Chandon will get it to-morrow, probably just as Gla.s.son is beginning to get on terms with the Channel crossing. He's the very subject for sea-sickness, the brute! . . . And the two will probably pa.s.s one another at some time in the middle of the night, while I'm sleeping like a top after a happy day at Bursfield."
"You count on Chandon's coming?"
"Here's the telegram--'_Return Meriton Wednesday at latest. Important.
Sally Breward._'"
"Will that fetch him?"
"Of course it will. Miles Chandon owes me something, as I think I told you, and is a gentleman moreover."
"Oh, very well, I'll send it, and I have only one other question.
What precisely is your business at Bursfield?"
Miss Sally grinned.
"Hay-making," she answered, "while the sun s.h.i.+nes--that is to say, in Gla.s.son's absence. I propose to make a considerable deal of hay.
Something will depend on Mr. Hucks; but from the child's account of him, I build great hopes on Mr. Hucks. . . . There's one thing more. I've sent the barouche to the station. If I drive my own cart over to Fair Anchor, there's n.o.body but b.u.t.ts to bring it back, and you know b.u.t.ts's driving. If I take the brown, the brown'll bolt with him, and if I take the chestnut filly he'll let her down. So I must commandeer you and Archdeacon."
Accordingly Parson Chichester drove Miss Sally over to the station, and bestowed her comfortably in the 7.12 up train. She was in the highest spirits. Having dispatched her and watched the train out of sight, the parson lit his lamps, climbed into his dog-cart again, and headed Archdeacon back for home.
He had struck the Inistow road, when his ear caught the beat of hoofs approaching at a gallop through the darkness. He quartered and cried hullo! as the rider drew close. On the moors it was unusual to meet a rider at night; n.o.body rode so hard unless for a doctor, and no doctor dwelt in this direction.
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