Demos Part 15
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'By chance,' he replied. 'I sleep badly; so it happened that I was abroad shortly after daybreak. I was near the edge of the wood when I heard a pistol-shot. I waited for the second.'
'We fired together,' Hubert remarked.
'Ah! It seemed to me one report. Well, as I stood listening, there came out from among the trees a man who seemed in a hurry. He was startled at finding himself face to face with me, but didn't stop; he said something rapidly in French that I failed to catch, pointed back into the wood, and hastened off.'
'We had no witnesses,' put in Hubert; 'and both aimed our best. I wonder he sent you to look for me.'
'A momentary weakness, no doubt,' rejoined the vicar drily. I made my way among the trees and found you lying there, unconscious. I made some attempt to stop the blood-flow, then picked you up; it seemed better, on the whole, than leaving you on the wet gra.s.s an indefinite time. Your overcoat was on the ground; as I took hold of it, two letters fell from the pocket. I made no scruple about reading the addresses, and was astonished to find that one was to Mrs. Eldon, at Wanley Manor, Wanley being the place where I was about to live on my return to England. I took it for granted that you were Mrs. Eldon's son. The other letter, as you know, was to a lady at a hotel in the town.'
Hubert nodded.
'And you went to her as soon as you left me?'
'After hearing from the doctor that there was no immediate danger.--The letters, I suppose, would have announced your death?'
Hubert again inclined his head. The imperturbable gravity of the speaker had the effect of imposing self-command on the young man; whose sensitive cheeks showed what was going on within.
'Will you tell me of your interview with her?' he asked.
'It was of the briefest; my French is not fluent.'
'But she speaks English well.'
'Probably her distress led her to give preference to her native tongue.
She was anxious to go to you immediately, and I told her where you lay.
I made inquiries next day, and found that she was still giving you her care. As you were doing well, and I had to be moving homewards, I thought it better to leave without seeing you again. The innkeeper had directions to telegraph to me if there was a change for the worse.'
'My pocket-book saved me,' remarked Hubert, touching his side.
Mr. Wyvern drew in his lips.
'Came between that ready-stamped letter and Wanley Manor,' was his comment.
There was a brief silence.
'You allow me a question?' the vicar resumed. 'It is with reference to the French lady.'
'I think you have every right to question me.'
'Oh no! It does not concern the events prior to your--accident.' Mr.
Wyvern savoured the word. 'How long did she remain in attendance upon you?'
'A short time--two day--I did not need--'
Mr. Wyvern motioned with his hand, kindly.
'Then I was not mistaken,' he said, averting his eyes for the first time, 'in thinking that I saw her in Paris.'
'In Paris?' Hubert repeated, with a poor affectation of indifference.
'I made a short stay before crossing. I had business at a bank one day; as I stood before the counter a gentleman entered and took a place beside me. A second look a.s.sured me that he was the man who met me at the edge of the wood that morning. I suppose he remembered me, for he looked away and moved from me. I left the bank, and found an open carriage waiting at the door. In it sat the lady of whom we speak. I took a turn along the pavement and back again. The Frenchman entered the carriage; they drove away.'
Hubert's eyes were veiled; he breathed through his nostrils. Again there was silence.
'Mr. Eldon,' resumed the vicar, 'I was a man of the world before I became a Churchman; you will notice that I affect no professional tone in speaking with you, and it is because I know that anything of the kind would only alienate you. It appeared to me that chance had made me aware of something it might concern you to hear. I know nothing of the circ.u.mstances of the case, merely offer you the facts.'
'I thank you,' was Hubert's reply in an undertone.
'It impressed me, that letter ready stamped for Wanley Manor. I thought of it again after the meeting in Paris.'
'I understand you. Of course I could explain the necessity. It would be useless.'
'Quite. But experience is not, or should not be, useless, especially when commented on by one who has very much of it behind him.'
Hubert stood up. His mind was in a feverishly active state, seeming to follow several lines of thought simultaneously. Among other things, he was wondering how it was that throughout this conversation he had been so entirely pa.s.sive. He had never found himself under the influence of so strong a personality, exerted too in such a strangely quiet way.
'What are your plans--your own plans?' Mr. Wyvern inquired.
'I have none.'
'Forgive me;--there will be no material difficulties?'
'None; I have four hundred a year.'
'You have not graduated yet, I believe?'
'No. But I hardly think I can go back to school.'
'Perhaps not. Well, turn things over. I should like to hear from you.'
'You shall.'
Hubert continued his walk to the Manor. Before the entrance stood two large furniture-vans; the doorway was littered with materials of packing, and the hall was full of objects in disorder, footsteps made a hollow resonance in all parts of the house, for everywhere the long wonted conditions of sound were disturbed. The library was already dismantled; here he could close the door and walk about without fear of intrusion. He would have preferred to remain in the open air, but a summer shower had just begun as he reached the house. He could not sit still; the bare floor of the large room met his needs.
His mind's eye pictured a face which a few months ago had power to lead him whither it willed, which had in fact led him through strange scenes, as far from the beaten road of a college curriculum as well could be. It was a face of foreign type, Jewish possibly, most unlike that ideal of womanly charm kept in view by one who seeks peace and the heart's home.
Hubert had entertained no thought of either. The romance which most young men are content to enjoy in printed pages he had acted out in his life. He had lived through a glorious madness, as unlike the vulgar oat-sowing of the average young man of wealth as the latest valse on a street-organ is unlike a pa.s.sionate dream of Chopin. However unworthy the object of his frenzy--and perhaps one were as worthy as another--the pursuit had borne him through an atmosphere of fire, tempering him for life, marking him for ever from plodders of the dusty highway. A reckless pa.s.sion is a patent of n.o.bility. Whatever existence had in store for him henceforth, Hubert could feel that he had lived.
An hour's communing with memory was brought to an end by the ringing of the luncheon-bell. Since his illness Hubert had taken meals with his mother in her own sitting-room. Thither he now repaired.
Mrs. Eldon had grown older in appearance since that evening of her son's return. Of course she had discovered the cause of his illness, and the incessant torment of a great fear had been added to what she suffered from the estrangement between the boy and herself. Her own bodily weakness had not permitted her to nurse him; she had pa.s.sed days and nights in anguish of expectancy. At one time it had been life or death.
If he died, what life would be hers through the brief delay to which she could look forward?
Once more she had him by her side, but the moral distance between them was nothing lessened. Mrs. Eldon's pride would not allow her to resume the conversation which had ended so hopelessly for her, and she interpreted Hubert's silence in the saddest sense. Now they were about to be parted again. A house had been taken for her at Agworth, three miles away; in her state of health she could not quit the neighbourhood of the few old friends whom she still saw. But Hubert would necessarily go into the world to seek some kind of career. No hope shone for her in the prospect.
Whilst the servant waited on them at luncheon, mother and son exchanged few words. Afterwards, Mrs. Eldon had her chair moved to the window, where she could see the garden greenery.
'I called on Mr. Mutimer,' Hubert said, standing near her. Through the meal he had cast frequent glances at her pale, n.o.bly-lined countenance, as if something had led him to occupy his thoughts with her. He looked at her in the same way now.
Demos Part 15
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