Wych Hazel Part 40
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'Yes.' Words did not come readily.
Rollo added no more questions then. He went steadily on, keeping a gentle pace that Wych Hazel could easily bear, until they came to the long grey stone house where she had once run in from the storm. At the gate Rollo paused and opened it, leading his companion up to the door.
'I am going to take you in here for a little while,' he said.
'We will disturb n.o.body--don't fear; I have a key.'
'In here?' she said, rousing up then. 'O no!--I _must_ go home, Mr. Rollo. Did you bring me _this_ way--I did not notice.'
'You shall go home just as soon as possible,' he said; 'but come in here and I will tell you my reasons for stopping.'
The door opened noiselessly. The moonlight showed the way, s.h.i.+ning in through the fanlights, and Rollo pushed open the door of the library and brought his charge in there. The next thing was to strike a match and light two candles. The room looked very peaceful, just as it had been deserted by the family a few hours before; Rosy's work basket with the work overflowing it, the books and papers on the table where the gentleman had been sitting; the chairs standing where they had been last used. Past the chairs Rollo brought Wych Hazel to the chintz sofa and seated her there with a cus.h.i.+on at her back; drew up a foot cus.h.i.+on, and unfastened her opera cloak.
All this was done with quiet movements and in silence. He left her then for a few minutes. Coming back, presented her on a little tray a gla.s.s of milk and a plate of rusks.
'I could get nothing else,' said he, 'without rousing the people up to give me keys. But I know the way to Prim's dairy-- and I know which are the right pans to go to. Miss Prudentia always objected to that in me.'
'But I cannot see anybody--nor speak to anybody--nor do anything--till I have seen Mr. Falkirk,' said Hazel, looking up at him with her tired eyes. 'Indeed I am not hungry.'
He stood before her and bade her 'drink a little milk--it was good.'
Her brows drew together slightly, but--if that was the quickest way she would take that--and so half emptied the tumbler and set it down again.
'Now let us go.'
He at down before her then.
'Is there anything in what has happened to-night which makes you wish to keep it from the rest of the world? except of course Mr. Falkirk and me?'
If his object was to rouse her from the mechanical way in which she had hitherto moved and spoken, success is rarely more perfect. Crimson and scarlet and all shades of colour went over her face and neck at the possible implications in his words; but she drew herself up with a world of girlish dignity, and then the brown eyes looked straight into his.
'It is n.o.body's business,' she answered. 'So far.--No further.'
He smiled. 'You mistake me,' he said, very pleasantly. 'That is my awkwardness. It _is_ n.o.body's business--except Mr.
Falkirk's and mine. But you know very well that fact is no bar to people's tongues. And sometimes one does not choose to give them the material--and sometimes one does not care. My question meant only, do you care in this instance? and was a practical question.'
'What do _you_ mean?' she said, quickly. 'Say out all that is in your mind. How can I judge of it by inches.'
'You have not enlightened me,' he said, 'and _I_ can judge of nothing. Do you wish to get home without letting anybody know you have been out? or may I call Primrose down and give you into her hands to be taken care of? Surely you know my other question referred not to anything but the impertinence of the world generally.'
'O! I will go home!' she said, rising up. 'I cannot see anybody. And Mr. Falkirk!--He might send for me!'
'Mr. Falkirk is fast asleep,' said Rollo. 'He will have concluded that you were kept at Mrs. Merrick's. Sit down again, and rest,' he said, gently putting her back on the cus.h.i.+ons, (he had risen when she rose)--'we are not ready to go quite yet. You must take breath first. And we must not rouse up Chickaree at this hour. If you were known to have staid with Miss Maryland--would not that be the best way?'
'How is one to know the best, where all are bad?'--Hazel rested her head in her hands and sat thinking.
'No,' said he quietly--'we'll try and not have that true. If you could trust me with the story of the evening, I might be able to judge and act better for you.'
'Did you bring me here that I might not get home at such an hour?' she said suddenly, looking up.
'I promised to tell you my reasons. Yes, that was one of them.
The people at Chickaree must not know of your coming home in the middle of the night, on foot. If I take you home at a fair hour in the morning, it will be all right. Not on foot,' said he, smiling. He was so composed and collected, that his manner had everything in it to soothe and rea.s.sure her. Not the composure of one who does not care, but of one who will take care.
'And Mr. Falkirk would say the same,'--she spoke as if reasoning the matter out with herself. 'Then I must wait. But do not call anybody. Mayn't I sit here just quietly by myself?'
'Suppose you take possession of one of Prim's spare rooms, and astonish the family at breakfast? All you need say is that you came after they were all gone to their rooms. Dr. Maryland will never seek for a reason. And Prim will never ask for one.
But if you prefer it, I will take you home before they are up.'
'Just as you please,' she answered wearily: indeed weariness was fast getting the upper hand. '_You_ must want rest, I should think. What were you doing there?' she asked with her former suddenness. 'Were you looking for me? Did you know where I was--not?'
'No,' he said, smiling again, 'I had been to Troy to look at some horses, about which I had been in correspondence; and wis.h.i.+ng to be here to-morrow--that is, to-day!--it pleased me to take a night train which set me down at Henderson; no nearer; I was walking across country to get home. And I feel as if I never should be "tired" again. Come--you can have some time of rest at least; and I will carry you home before or after breakfast, just as you please.'
Upstairs with noiseless footfalls--and Rollo reminding Wych Hazel which was Primrose's room, indicated another close by, within which he said he believed she would find what she wanted. That room was always kept in order for strangers; and no strangers were in the house now.
'Primrose will come to you in the morning,' he said, 'unless you wish to go before that?'
Wych Hazel turned and held out her hand.
'Thank you!' she said. Then in answer to his last words--'I shall be ready for either.'
Wherein, however, Miss Kennedy made a mistake. For having once put herself down on the fresh white bed, sleep took undisputed possession and held it straight on. Neither rousing bell nor breakfast bell roused her; nor opening door--if any opened; nor steps--if any came. Sleep so profound that she never turned nor stirred nor raised her cheek from the hand where first she laid it down. And the sun was getting a new view of the western slopes of the Chickaree woods, before the young mistress thereof sat up in her strange room and looked about her.
'Well, you are awake at last!' cried Prim, bending to kiss her. 'I _am_ glad! though I was glad to have you sleep, too. How tired you were!'
Wych Hazel pa.s.sed her hands over her face; but the newt move was to put her arms round Prim's neck and for a moment her head on Prim's shoulder. Then she sprang up and hurriedly shook her dress into some sort of order.
'O! I have slept a great deal too long,' she said.
'Why? No, you have slept just enough. Now you would like to change your dress. There is a valise full of things from home for you. And when you are ready you shall have some breakfast, or dinner, or tea, just which you like to call it.'
Primrose could not read the look and flush that greeted the valise; and indeed she needed an entire new dictionary for her friend this day. When Hazel made her appearance down stairs, hat in hand, she had more things in her face than Prim had ever met, even in dreams. Dr. Maryland was not there; the table was spread in the library, where the afternoon light poured in through its green veil of branches and leaves; and Prim gave her guest a new greeting, as glad as if she had given her none before.
'I'm sure of having you hungry, now, Hazel,' she exclaimed. 'I didn't know what was best to give you; but Duke said coffee would be sure to be right.'
'I wonder if you ever suggest anything which he does not think is "sure to be right"?' said Wych Hazel. 'I wonder if anybody down here ever makes a mistake of any sort?'
'Mistakes? oh! plenty,' said Primrose. 'I do; and I suppose Duke does. I don't know about papa. Now, dear Hazel, sit down.
Duke will be here directly.'
And Primrose cut bread and poured out coffee and supplied her guest, in a sort of pa.s.sion of hospitality.
To say that the guest was as hungry as she should have been after such a fast, would be perhaps too much; last night was still too fresh for that; but seventeen has great restorative powers at command, and Prim's coffee was undeniably good.
Hazel grew more like herself as the meal went on, though her eyes kept their tired look, and her manner was a trifle abstracted. But Prim asked no questions; only hovered about her with all sorts of affectionate words and ways, till Rollo came in. He sat down and began to make himself generally useful, in his wonted manner.
'Duke,' said Primrose, 'Miss Kennedy has been asking me if we ever make mistakes in this house!'
'What did you tell her?'
'Why you know what I told her. I am not sure about papa; but the rest of us don't boast of infallible wisdom.'
'Do you mean that he does?' said Duke, drily. At which Primrose laughed. 'Have you been asleep, Miss Hazel?'
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