Bluebell Part 17
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"Well, I am sure," said Mrs. Leigh, "some girls here _are_ that pert and forward, I can't bear it myself; and yet the gentlemen all encourage it, and think it real smart. Lilla Tremaine, you know, Aunt Jane."
"Ah!" said Bertie, shaking his head, "a very unsteady young person."
While Du Meresq was making conversation, Bluebell sat incapable of contributing to it. She would not have believed that his presence should afford her so little pleasure; but he seemed incongruous here, and was apparently amusing himself with the simplicity of her relatives. A clatter of tea-things filled her mind with dismay. The ideas of the "help" on the subject of cleanliness were in a very rudimentary stage, and that the cloth would be in anything but its first freshness, was a moral certainty. Impossible, however, to avert the catastrophe, and the general servant, actuated by a determination to get another look at Miss Bluebell's "young man," undauntedly bore in the tray.
"Dear me, is it not rather early?" said Mrs. Leigh. "Oh, Captain Du Meresq,"--seeing him rise,--"you must stay and have a cup with us."
"Another day, if you will allow me," said Bertie, trying to disguise his extreme lameness. "I hope, having found my way here, I may be permitted to call again in this sociable manner, and have a little agreeable conversation, so preferable to gaiety, which I abhor."
"If you will take us as you find us," said the little lady, graciously, "we shall look upon it as a great favour, I am sure. Dear me, Captain Du Meresq, have you hit your foot? You seem quite lame."
"I am, rather. I had an accident. Is there not some shorter way back than the road I came?"
"Oh, yes, by Barker's Row. You know the Link House?"
"No--a," said Bertie, looking expressively at Bluebell, as a hint that she might offer to point out the road.
"Oh, surely you _must_; keep straight on King Street, and then you come to--"
"Wolfe Street?" suggested Du Meresq.
"Gracious, no! that would be quite out of your way! Go to--I'll tell you what, Bluebell shall show you where you turn off--it isn't ten minutes from here."
Bertie murmured a profusion of thanks, and, distrustful of Miss Opie, protested against being so troublesome. But Bluebell, scarce able to believe in such luck, sprang up with a sudden illumination of countenance, and the next minute the lovers were alone under the light of the moon.
"Bluebell," said Du Meresq, "I have got a sleigh here. I thought I _might_ get you out of it if I pretended I was walking, and didn't know the way; but the fact is, my child, I can hardly limp a hundred yards.
Come a little drive with me."
"Oh! I dare not. It is so late, and they expect me back again directly."
"Then you are going to run away the first moment we have been alone for so long!"
"Whose fault is that," said she, reproachfully.
"Not mine. I have been laid up ten days with a broken ankle. But I suppose you have been seeing Jack Vavasour every day, and forgotten all about me?"
"Bertie," said Bluebell, hesitatingly, "did they say anything to you about--"
"About Jack? Yes, they said he was spoons on you. And also, Miss Bluebell, that you were awfully in love with him."
"No, no, nonsense," said she, blus.h.i.+ng. "I meant about yourself."
"They know nothing of that?" said he, inquiringly.
"They do, though. I don't know what you will say, Bertie, but I told Mrs.
Rolleston."
"What can you mean, Bluebell? Bella told me that you cared for n.o.body but Jack Vavasour; and I was deuced angry, I can tell you; at first, though I thought it uncommon 'cute of you saying so."
Bluebell, utterly confounded by this extraordinary a.s.sertion, had no time to reply, for she found herself close to a covered sleigh, and the man had got down and opened the door. She drew back.
"Jump in," said Bertie, impatiently.
Bluebell shook her head.
"What do you propose?" said he, in an angry whisper. "We can't sit out in the snow, and I can't walk another yard."
She hesitated, and he gently impelled her into the vehicle, following himself, to the anguish of his injured foot, that he had struck in his haste.
"Where to, sir?" said the man, whom Bertie, in his momentary pain, had forgotten.
"Go to the Don Bridge."
"Can't, sir. I am ordered at the College by six o'clock."
"Drive to the devil, then. I mean, drive about as long as you can. I like driving."
"Hush, Bertie! how can you? What will he think?"
"How much 'old rye' he will get out of the job. Come, Bluebell; the hour is ours, don't spoil it fidgetting about trivialities. I have scarcely dared to look at you yet, my beautiful pet," trying to steal an arm round her waist. But she drew herself away, irresponsive and rigid, being uneasy and frightened at the escapade she had been led into.
"You haven't a spark of moral courage, Bluebell," said Bertie, impatiently. "You are as prim and unlike yourself as possible, just because you are wondering what that man on the box will think. Or, perhaps, you are afraid of that thin, sour old duenna at home."
"She will be inquisitive enough," said Bluebell, resignedly. "And, Bertie, I wanted to tell you, but, perhaps, you know, that they will never have me again at the 'Maples' while you are there,--Mrs. Rolleston so utterly disapproves of it."
"What _is_ this hallucination that you have got hold of?" said Du Meresq.
"What did you tell, or fancy you told, Bella?"
"We got on the subject. Your name wasn't actually mentioned; but she quite understood, and said something," said Bluebell, reddening as she felt the awkwardness of her words, "very strong against it."
Bertie looked relieved. He began to understand the mistake, which he considered a fortunate one.
"And did you promise to give me up?"
She turned her large, innocent eyes upon him. "How could I, when I care more for you than anything in the world?"
"My poor little Bluebell!" said Du Meresq, crus.h.i.+ng her in his arms. But the sleigh stopped; the man was getting down.
"My time is up, sir."
"Well, drive to where you took us up," said Bertie. "Bluebell, tell me quick, where shall I see you again?"
"I can't risk driving," said she, hurriedly. "When will you be able to walk?"
"Can't I see you alone at home sometimes? When are your people likely to be out?"
"They don't go out for days together, except on Sunday, to church; and Aunt Jane would suspect something directly if I didn't go with them."
"Let her, meddling old idiot! I shall come then, Bluebell."
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