the beams of the setting sun streamed into the dining-room at lady godolphin’s folly. a room of fine proportions; not dull and heavy, as it is much the custom for dining-rooms to be, but light and graceful as could be wished.
sir george godolphin, with his fine old beauty, sat at one end of the table; lady godolphin, good-looking also in her peculiar style, was opposite to him. she wore a white dress, its make remarkably[18] young, and her hair fell in ringlets, young also. on her right hand sat thomas godolphin, courteous and calm, as he ever was; on her left hand was bessy, whom you have already seen. on the right of sir george sat maria hastings, singularly attractive in her quiet loveliness, in her white spotted muslin dress with its white ribbons. on his left sat his eldest daughter, janet. quiet in manner, plain in features, as was thomas, her eyes were yet wonderful to behold. not altogether for their beauty, but for the power they appeared to contain of seeing all things. large, reflective, strangely-deep eyes, grey, with a circlet of darker grey round them. when they were cast upon you, it was not at you they looked, but at what was within you—at your mind, your thoughts; at least, such was the impression they conveyed. she and bessy were dressed alike, in grey watered silk. cecil sat between janet and thomas, a charming girl, with blue ribbons in her hair. george sat between his sister bessy and maria hastings. thomas was attired much as he had been in the morning: george had exchanged his hunting clothes for dinner dress.
lady godolphin was speaking of her visit to scotland. sir george’s illness had caused it to be put off, or they would have gone in august: it was proposed to proceed thither now. “i have written finally to say that we shall be there on tuesday,” she observed.
“will papa be able to make the journey in one day?” asked bessy.
“he says he is quite strong enough to do so now,” replied lady godolphin. “but i could not think of his running any risk, so we shall stay a night upon the road. janet, will you believe that i had a battle with mr. hastings to-day?”
janet turned her strange eyes on lady godolphin. “had you, madam?”
“i consider mr. hastings the most unreasonable, changeable man i ever met with,” complained lady godolphin. “but clergymen are apt to be so. so obstinate, if they take up a thing! when maria was invited to accompany us in august, mr. hastings made not a single demur neither he nor mrs. hastings: they bought her—oh, all sorts of new things for the visit. new dresses and bonnets; and—a new cloak, was it not, maria?”
maria smiled. “yes, lady godolphin.”
“people who have never been in scotland acquire the notion that in temperature it may be matched with the north pole, so a warm cloak was provided for maria for an august visit! i called at the rectory to-day with maria, after the hounds had thrown off, to tell them that we should depart next week, and mr. hastings wanted to withdraw his consent to her going. “too late in the season,” he urged, or some such plea. i told him she should not be frozen; we should be back before the cold weather set in.”
maria lifted her sweet face, an earnest look upon it. “it was not the cold papa thought of, lady godolphin: he knows i am too hardy to fear that. but, as winter approaches, there is so much more to do, both at home and abroad. mamma has to be out a great deal: and this will be a heavy winter with the poor, after all the sickness.”
“the sickness has passed,” exclaimed lady godolphin, in a tone[19] so sharp, so eager, as to give rise to a suspicion that she might fear, or had feared, the sickness for herself.
“nearly so,” assented miss godolphin. “there have been no fresh cases since——”
“janet, if you talk of ‘fresh cases’ at my table, i shall retire from it,” interrupted lady godolphin in agitation. “is fever a pleasant or fitting topic of conversation, pray?”
janet godolphin bowed her head. “i did not forget your fears, madam. i supposed, however, that, now that the sickness is subsiding, your objection to hearing it spoken of might have subsided also.”
“and how did the controversy with mr. hastings end?” interposed bessy, to turn the topic. “is maria to go?”
“of course she is to go,” said lady godolphin, with a quiet little laugh of power, as she recovered her good-humour. “when i wish a thing, i generally carry my point. i would not stir from his room until he gave his consent, and he had his sermon on the table, and was no doubt wishing me at the antipodes. he thought maria had already paid me a visit long enough for sir george to have grown tired of her, he said. i told him that it was not his business: and that whether sir george or any one else was tired of her, i should take her to scotland. so he yielded.”
maria hastings glanced timidly at sir george. he saw the look. “not tired of you yet, are we, miss hastings?” he said, with, maria fancied, more gallantry than warmth. but fancy, with maria, sometimes went a great way.
“it would have been a disappointment to maria,” pursued lady godolphin. “would it not, my dear?”
“yes,” she answered, her face flushing.
“and so very dull for charlotte pain. i expressly told her when i invited her that maria hastings would be of the party.”
“charlotte pain!” echoed bessy godolphin, in her quick way; “is she going with you? what in the world is that for?”
“i invited her, i say,” said lady godolphin, with a hard look on her bloom-tinted face: a look that it always wore when her wishes were questioned, her actions reflected on. none brooked interference less than lady godolphin.
sir george bent his head slightly towards his wife. “my dear, i considered that charlotte pain invited herself. she fished pretty strongly for the invitation, and you fell into the snare.”
“snare! it is an honour and a pleasure that she should come with us. what do you mean, sir george?”
“an honour, if you like to call it so; i am sure it will be a pleasure,” replied sir george. “a most attractive young woman is charlotte pain: though she did angle for the invitation. george, take care how you play your cards.”
“what cards, sir?”
“look at that graceless george! at his conscious vanity!” exclaimed sir george to the table generally. “he knows who it is that makes the attraction here to charlotte pain. wear her if you can win her, my boy.”
[20]“would charlotte pain be one worthy to be won by george godolphin?” quietly spoke janet.
“rumour says she has thirty thousand charms,” nodded sir george.
“i never would marry for money, if i were george,” cried cecil indignantly. “and, papa, i do not see so much beauty in charlotte pain. i do not like her style.”
“cecil, did you ever know one pretty girl like the ‘style’ of another?” asked george.
“nonsense! but you can’t call charlotte pain much of a girl, george. she is as old as you, i know. she’s six and twenty, if she’s a day.”
“possibly,” carelessly replied george godolphin.
“did she ride well to-day, george?” inquired his father.
“she always rides well, sir,” replied george.
“i wish i had invited her to dinner!” said lady godolphin.
“i wish you had,” assented sir george.
nothing more was said upon the subject; the conversation fell into other channels. but, when the ladies had withdrawn, and sir george was alone with his sons, he renewed it.
“mind, george, i was not in jest when speaking of charlotte pain. it is getting time that you married.”
“need a man think of marriage on this side thirty, sir?”
“some men need not think of it on this side forty or on this side fifty, unless they choose to do so: your brother thomas is one,” returned sir george. “but they are those who know how to sow their wild oats without it.”
“i shall sow mine in good time,” said george, with a gay, half-conscious smile. “thomas never had any to sow.”
“i wish you would settle the time and keep it, then,” was the marked rejoinder. “it might be better for you.”
“settle the time for my marriage, do you mean, sir?”
“you know what i mean. but i suppose you do intend to marry some time, george?”
“i dare say i shall. it is a thing that comes to most of us as a matter of course; as measles or vaccination,” spoke irreverent george. “you mentioned charlotte pain, sir: i presume you have no urgent wish that my choice should fall upon her?”
“if i had, would you comply with it?”
george raised his blue eyes to his father. “i have never thought of charlotte pain as a wife.”
“she is a fine girl, a wonderfully fine girl; and if, as is rumoured, she has a fortune, you might go further and fare worse,” remarked sir george. “if you don’t like charlotte pain, find out some one else that you would like. only, take care that there’s money with her.”
“money is desirable in itself. but it does not invariably bring happiness, sir.”
“i never heard that it brought unhappiness, master george. i cannot have you both marry portionless women. thomas has chosen one who has nothing: it will not do for you to follow his example. the world is before you; choose wisely.”
[21]“if we choose portionless women, we are not portionless ourselves.”
“we have a credit to keep up before the public, george. it stands high; it deserves to stand high; i hope it always will do so. but i consider it necessary that one of you should marry a fortune; i should have been glad that both had done so. take the hint, george; and never expect my consent to your making an undesirable match, for it would not be given.”
“but, if my inclination fixed itself upon one who has no money, what then, sir?” asked bold george carelessly.
sir george pushed from before him a dish of filberts, so hastily as to scatter them on the table. it proved to his sons, who knew him well, that the question had annoyed him.
“your inclinations are as yet free, george: i say the world is before you, and you may choose wisely. if you do not: if, after this warning, you suffer your choice to rest where it is undesirable that it should rest, you will do it in deliberate defiance of me. in that case i shall disinherit you: partially, if not wholly.”
something appeared to be on the tip of george’s tongue, but he checked it, and there ensued a pause.
“thomas is to be allowed to follow his choice,” he presently said.
“i had not warned thomas with regard to a choice; therefore he has been guilty of no disobedience. it is his having chosen as he has, that reminds me to caution you. be careful, my boy.”
“well, sir, i have no intention of marrying yet, and i suppose you will not disinherit me for keeping single,” concluded george good-humouredly. he rose to leave the room as he spoke, throwing a merry glance towards thomas as he did so, who had taken no part whatever in the conversation.
the twilight of the evening had passed, but the moon shone bright and clear, rendering the night nearly as light as day. janet godolphin stood on the lawn with miss hastings, when george stepped out and joined them.
“moon-gazing, janet!”
“yes,” she answered. “i am going on to the ash-trees.”
george paused before he again spoke. “why are you going thither?”
“because,” whispered janet, glancing uneasily around, “they say the shadow is there again.”
george himself had heard that it was: had heard it, as you know, from charlotte pain. but he chose to make mockery of his sister’s words.
“some say the moon’s made of green cheese,” quoth he. “who told you that nonsense?”
“it has been told to me,” mysteriously returned janet. “margery saw it last night, for one.”
“margery sees double, sometimes. do not go, janet.”
janet’s only answer was to put the hood of her cloak over her head, and walk away. bessy godolphin ran up at this juncture.
“is janet going to the ash-trees? she’ll turn into a ghost herself some time, believing all the rubbish margery chooses to dream. i shall go and tell her so.”
[22]bessy followed in the wake of her sister. george turned to miss hastings.
“have you a cloak also, maria? draw it round you, then, and let us go after them.”
he caught her to him with a fond gesture, and they hastened on, down from the eminence where rose the folly, to the lower ground nearer ashlydyat. the dark plain lay to the right, and as they struck into a narrow, overhung walk, its gloom contrasted unpleasantly with the late brightness. maria hastings drew nearer to her companion with an involuntary shiver.
“why did you come this dark way, george?”
“it is the most direct way. in the dark or in the light you are safe with me. did you notice sir george’s joke about charlotte pain?”
the question caused her heart to beat wildly. “was it a joke?” she breathed.
“of course it was a joke. but he has been giving me a lecture upon—upon——”
“upon what?” she inquired, helping out his hesitation.
“upon the expediency of sowing my wild oats and settling down into a respectable man,” laughed george. “i promised him it should be done some time. i cannot afford it just yet, maria,” he added, his tone changing to earnestness. “but i did not tell him that.”
meanwhile, janet godolphin had gained the ash-trees. she quietly glided before them beneath their shade to reach the bench. it was placed back, quite amidst them, in what might almost be called a recess formed by the trees. janet paused ere turning in, her sight thrown over the dark plain.
“heavens and earth! how you startled me. is it you, miss godolphin?”
the exclamation came from charlotte pain, who was seated there. miss godolphin was startled also; and her tone, as she spoke, betrayed considerable vexation.
“you here, miss pain! a solitary spot, is it not, for a young lady to be sitting in alone at night?”
“i was watching for that strange appearance which you, in this neighbourhood, call the shadow,” she explained. “i saw it last evening.”
“did you?” freezingly replied janet godolphin, who had an unconquerable aversion to the supernatural sign being seen or spoken of by strangers.
“well, pray, and where’s the shadow?” interrupted bessy godolphin, coming up. “i see nothing, and my eyes are as good as yours, janet: better, i hope, than margery’s.”
“i do not see it to-night,” said charlotte pain. “here are more footsteps! who else is coming?”
“did you ever know the shadow come when it was watched for?” cried janet to bessy, in a half-sad, half-resentful tone, as her brother and maria hastings approached. “watch for it, and it does not come. it never yet struck upon the sight of any one, but it did so unexpectedly.”
“as it did upon me last night,” said charlotte pain. “it was a[23] strange-looking shadow: but, as to its being supernatural, the very supposition is ridiculous. i beg your pardon, if i offend your prejudices, miss godolphin.”
“child! why did you come?” cried janet godolphin to maria.
“i had no idea you did not wish me to come.”
“wish! it is not that. but you are little more than a child, and might be spared these sights.”
there appeared to be no particular sight to spare any one. they stood in a group, gazing eagerly. the dark plain was stretched out before them, the bare patch of clear ground, the archway behind; all bright in the moonlight. no shadow or shade was to be seen. charlotte pain moved to the side of george godolphin.
“you told me i was fanciful this morning, when i said the dark plain put me in mind of a graveyard,” she said to him in a half-whisper. “see it now! those low bushes scattered about look precisely like grave-mounds.”
“but we know them to be bushes,” returned george.
“that is not the argument. i say they look like it. if you brought a stranger here first by moonlight, and asked him what the plain was, he would say a graveyard.”
“thus it has ever been!” murmured janet godolphin to herself. “at the first coming of the shadow, it will be here capriciously; visible one night, invisible the next: betokening that the evil has not yet arrived, that it is only hovering! you are sure you saw it, miss pain?”
“i am quite sure that i saw a shadow, bearing a strange and distinct form, there, in front of the archway. but i am equally sure it is to be accounted for by natural causes. but that my eyes tell me there is no building, or sign of building above the dark plain, i should say it was cast from thence. some fairies, possibly, may be holding up a sheet there,” she carelessly added, “playing at magic lantern in the moonlight.”
“standing in the air,” sarcastically returned miss godolphin. “archimedes offered to move the world with his lever, if the world would only find him a place, apart from itself, to stand on.”
“are you convinced, janet?” asked george.
“of what?”
he pointed over the plain. “that there is nothing uncanny to be seen to-night. i’ll send margery here when i return.”
“i am convinced of one thing—that it is getting uncommonly damp,” said practical bessy. “i never stood under these ash-trees in an evening yet, let the atmosphere be ever so cold and clear, but a dampness might be felt. i wonder if it is the nature of ash-trees to exhale it? maria, the rector would not thank us for bringing you here.”
“is miss hastings so susceptible to cold?” asked charlotte pain.
“not more so than other people are,” was maria’s answer.
“it is her child-like, delicate appearance, i suppose, that makes us fancy it,” said bessy godolphin. “come, let us depart. if lady godolphin could see us here, she would go crazy: she says, you know, that damp brings fever.”
[24]they made a simultaneous movement. their road lay to the right; charlotte pain’s to the left. “i envy you four,” she said, after wishing them good night. “you are a formidable body, numerous enough to do battle with any assailants you may meet in your way, fairies, or shadows, or fever, or what not. i must encounter them alone.”
“scarcely,” replied george godolphin, as he drew her arm within his, and turned with her in the direction of ashlydyat.
arrived at lady godolphin’s folly, the miss godolphins passed indoors; maria hastings lingered a moment behind them. she leaned against a white pillar of the terrace, looking forth on the lovely night. not altogether was that peaceful scene in accordance with her heart, for, in that, warred passionate jealousy. who was charlotte pain, she asked herself, that she should come between them with her beauty; with her——
some one was hastening towards her; crossing the green lawn, springing up the steps of the terrace: and the jealous feeling died away into love.
“were you waiting for me?” whispered george godolphin. “we met verrall, so i resigned mademoiselle to his charge. maria, how your heart is beating!”
“i was startled when you ran up so quickly; i did not think it could be you,” was the evasive answer. “let me go, please.”
“my darling, don’t be angry with me: i could not well help myself. you know with whom i would rather have been.”
he spoke in the softest whisper; he gazed tenderly into her face, so fair and gentle in the moonlight; he clasped her to him with an impassioned gesture. and maria, as she yielded to his tenderness in her pure love, and felt his stolen kisses on her lips, forgot the jealous trouble that was being wrought by charlotte pain.
