The White Virgin Part 51

"Humph, too late for him to get here this evening."

"Shall I cook the trout, sir?" asked Martha.

"Cook them? Yes, two, woman, of course. I'm starving. I've been miles and miles to get them. I want some supper as soon as you can. Dear, dear!" he said softly, as the servant went out, "what a nuisance this love is! I shall be glad when they're married."

"No, I shall not," he said to himself after a pause. "Poor child! She was reckoning so on seeing him to-night."

He took a turn up and down his little room, and then sought for and filled his pipe.

"Finest lot of trout I've caught for months. I should have liked the boy to be here.--Poor little la.s.sie!" he sighed, "how she loves him.

Well, he's a fine fellow and worthy of her."

He struck the match, raised it to his pipe, and threw it down again, placed his newly-filled pipe on the chimneypiece, and went softly into the pa.s.sage and upstairs to the door of Dinah's room, where he tapped, and again before his child answered.

"Coming down, my darling? Supper will be ready directly."

"Don't ask me, dear," she said. "I am so unwell to-night."

"Her voice is quite changed," thought the Major. "She must have been crying bitterly." Then aloud--

"But, Dinah, my dear, don't, pray don't take on like this. Come, come, be a dear, strong-minded little woman. Business has stopped him. He'll be here to-morrow I daresay. Come, I say. I shall be so lonely without your dear face at the table."

The door was opened softly, a little white hand stole out through the narrow crack, and played about his face for a few minutes caressingly before it was withdrawn.

"I cannot--indeed I cannot come down," she whispered tenderly; and the hand stole out again, and its back was laid against his lips, for him to kiss it lovingly. "Indeed I am unwell and must lie down again. My head is unbearable."

"Very well, my dear," said the Major sadly. "But, Dinah, my little one, don't--try not to give way like this. Silly girl," he continued, as he kissed the little white cold hand he held, and laughed. "I've a good mind to tell him what a love-sick little goose it is."

The Major did not hear the piteous, broken-hearted sob which followed his words, for the door was closed, but went down and ate his supper alone: nor did he know of the sleepless night his child pa.s.sed as she went over the events of the evening again and again till her head grew confused, her brain wild, and as she sank upon her knees with uplifted hands it was in a rebellious spirit, to ask what had she done that the love time of her young life should be turned to one of misery and despair.

Dinah's pale drawn face and the dark rings about her eyes when she appeared at breakfast the next morning raised a feeling akin to resentment in the Major's heart; but he said nothing, only kissed her tenderly, and making an effort to rouse her from her state of despondency, chatted pleasantly about his fis.h.i.+ng adventures on the previous evening, and the cunning displayed by trout at that time of the year.

"I declare, my dear, that I was ready to give up over and over again.

Their eyes are as sharp as a needle, and it was not until it was almost dark that I could get them to look at a fly, and then it was only at the very smallest gnat I could put on. Come," he cried, as he tapped the plate upon which he had placed one of the broiled trout, "don't let my poor fish spoil. They're good for nervous headache, puss, and Master Clive has missed a treat."

It was hard work to preserve her composure and gratify the old man by eating a little, but Dinah tried, and succeeded, saying to herself the while--"He will come soon and ask me to forgive him for all his cruel thoughts and words, and I ought to hold back and refuse, but I cannot.

For, poor love, what he must have suffered. I should have been as mad and cruel had I seen him holding another to his heart. I could not bear it--I should die."

She brightened up a little then, as the Major chatted on, but she did not hear a word, for she was fighting a feeling of resentment against her betrothed and beating it down, her eyes losing their dull, filmy look as she thought of that meeting to come when he would be asking her to forgive him, and she told him that she had never had a thought of love that was not his, never could have one that was not loyal and true to the man who had first increased the beating of her pulses.

Then, all at once, she gave a violent start, and dropped the cup she held into its saucer.

"Why, what is the matter now, darling?" cried the Major, as he saw her eyes half close and her pale face flush to the very temples.

She made a quick gesture toward the open window.

"Well, what does that mean?" cried the Major. "You are as nervous as an old woman. There is nothing there. By George, there is. What ears you have! How has he managed it? Here, quick! Ring and tell Martha to bring a cup and saucer, and to broil another trout. He'll be as hungry as a hunter after his morning's walk."

For steps were perfectly audible now coming along the stony path; but Dinah did not spring from her chair to hurry out and meet their visitor, but sank back, with the flush dying out once more, leaving her face almost ghastly, as her heart told her that Clive was not coming to ask her forgiveness. It was not his quick, impatient step; and the endors.e.m.e.nt of her thoughts came directly from just outside the window, through which the Major had hurriedly stepped.

"Morning, Mr Robson," he cried. "I thought it was Mr Reed. Good heavens, man, what's wrong?"

"I hardly know, sir," said the young man hastily. "Two of our men coming to work this morning found him in a cleft, bruised and bleeding from a cut on the head."

"A fall?" cried the Major.

"No, sir. Been set upon and half murdered, I'm afraid. Ah, Miss Gurdon! I'm very sorry, I didn't know you were there."

For Dinah had just made her appearance at the window, having heard every word.

CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE.

WITH THEIR OWN PETARD.

"Go on," cried the Major excitedly; "she must hear it now. Hold up, my child, only an accident--a slip: trying to make some short cut in the dark. Now, then," he continued, with military prompt.i.tude, "when did they find him?"

Dinah listened with her head held forward, lips white and trembling, and her nostrils dilated, hearing her father's words, and all the time picturing, in imagination, a desperate encounter between two brothers on the dark hillside. Then the one misjudging, bitter, and mad about her, struck down, to lie through the night half dead, with upbraidings against her upon his lips.

It was like a flash: she saw the whole scene while the young clerk went on in answer to the Major.

"Just off the path, sir."

"And what have you done?"

"Had him carried directly to my rooms at the office, sir."

"Where his brother is seeing to him?"

"No, sir; Mr Jessop Reed has gone off in haste to London on business.

Left a letter for Mr Sturgess. He's ill too, sir. Half delirious with his bad shoulder, which has broken out again."

"Tut--tut--tut!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the Major. "Well? You did something more?"

"Yes, sir, sent off directly to Blinkdale for the doctor, bathed and bound up Mr Reed's head, and then came on to you."

"Good!" cried the Major sharply, clapping the young man on the shoulder, and drawing him into the room. "Sit down and swallow a cup of coffee, my lad. You've had no breakfast. Dinah, my child, be a woman. We'll go over at once. No. You and Martha make a bed for him in my study.

I'll have him carried here. He cannot stay at that noisy mine."

"Yes--yes," said Dinah, in a whisper, as with trembling hands she hurriedly placed the coffee before the messenger. "Martha will get that ready, father. I must come too."

"No, no, my child!--well, yes, you may be of use. Be quick, then. In a minute we must be off." Then, as Dinah ran up to her room, he went to the study and returned hastily, placing something in his breast.

"Old soldiers know a little about surgery, Mr Robson," he said. "It will be a couple of hours before the doctor can get to the mine."

"Three, sir."

"Perhaps, and I may be of use."

"I thought you would come, sir," said Robson, as he hurriedly appeased his hunger. "There's something wrong, too, at the mine, so one of the princ.i.p.al men says, but I didn't stop to hear what it was, for I was coming on here."