IN THE TEMPLE.
A pause of a few seconds only, but seeming long terrible minutes, while
she waited for the harsh satirical tones of her father's voice, which
she knew so well.
At last the words came.
"You seem to be unwell; can I be of assistance to you in any way?"
She started, opened her eyes wide, and stared in the speaker's face.
It was not her father!
For it happened that the solicitor had not seen her, and had continued
his route along Fleet Street, when she darted into Devereux Court. The
steps she had heard behind her were not her father's. The person who had
spoken was a stranger, young and of pleasing exterior. It was no other
than Mr. Thomas Hudson.
On his way to the Devereux Court entrance to the Temple, he had seen
this girl crouching in the doorway. With the gallantry and sympathy of
an Irishman, and really thinking that she was ill, he came to the
rescue. Not that his motives for this were altogether unselfish. He saw
that the girl was young and graceful of form, and her face, he imagined,
must be agreeable also, to be consistent with the rest. He had nothing
to do for the moment, and was only too glad to fall into an adventure
with a pretty woman.
She looked at him wildly for a few seconds, then cried:
"Why, you are not--" and she checked herself.
"No I am not," he promptly replied; "are you afraid of someone then. Is
any blackguard following you?"
Her eyes wandered round like those of an animal in presence of a great
danger. Weariness and the reaction after her excitement had dulled her
courage.
"Yes, I am hunted," she said at last, sadly.
"Hunted! by whom?" asked the barrister, becoming rather suspicious that
his new friend might prove to be a runaway pickpocket, or something else
bad--"by whom?"
She seemed only then to call her faculties together, to realise that she
was talking to, nay, confiding in, a stranger. Her cold collected look
returned to her, and it must be confessed that she did not appear nearly
as pretty as with her late timid expression.
"Why do you wish to know?"
"Well, I saw that you looked ill, or that you were in fear of something,
and I wished to be of service if possible."
She laughed bitterly. "Is that all? Well, I'll answer your question. I'm
not running away from the police, but from my stepmother and father. I
don't mind telling you," she went on in tones of reckless despair, "I
don't see what harm it will do me, or what good it will do you."
"Running away from home!"
"Yes! for good."
"But where are you going?"
"Going--I don't know--to the casual ward I suppose--if--if I can get
there."
Mary felt a strange faintness stealing over her, and the young man
noticed it.
"You are ill--let me put you into a cab."
"No thank you," she replied decidedly.
"I live close here," he went on--"in the Temple. I wish you would allow
me to take you to my rooms--you seem faint--a rest for a little while
and a cup of tea will do you good. Now do let me persuade you." He
paused and their eyes met. "No, you need not be afraid of me," he said,
translating her look.
She was looking at him, earnestly into him, and she read his character.
She saw that she need not fear him--that is so long as she took proper
care of herself. There was nothing violent or really wicked in the
merry, careless, rather weak face. This was not the old man of the Park.
She could distinguish that there were generous feelings in this young
man as well as self-indulgence.
She smiled as she thought how shrewd she was getting at
character-reading, what a lot she had learned of the world in one day.
"Why do you laugh?" he asked.
"At my thoughts?"
"Well I am glad that they are merrier than they were just now."
"I was thinking how well I can read your character. I saw that I need
not fear you much. I can trust you."
This was a very dangerous admission for a young girl to make to a young
man; but Mary, clever though she was, could hardly be expected to know
exactly how to behave under such novel circumstances.
"I am delighted to hear you say so," replied Hudson excitedly. "Now take
my arm and we will go to my rooms. You want somebody to take care of
you, my poor little girl."
There was a tenderness in his last words that cooled Mary's confidential
mood; but she took his arm, and she spoke no word while Hudson rang the
bell, and they passed into the Temple through a gate that was opened by
invisible hands, like that of some magic castle in the fairy tales she
had read, and then crossed the deserted quadrangle, and ascended two
flights of dusty stone stairs, till they came to a solid and ancient oak
door with bolts and bars enough to resist the siege of twenty locksmiths
for a week, and with Mr. T. Hudson painted over it in white letters.
He opened this with one key, and there was another inner, less
formidable door which he opened with another smaller key. It was just
like going into a prison, she fancied, and the gloomy deserted passages
half frightened her. How easily one could be murdered in this lonely
place, she thought, and no one hear one's cries.
She followed him into the dark chambers, then the barrister lit a lamp
and proceeded to do the honours of his establishment.
"Here we are at last--a curious looking place is it not? Now you must
sit down in this armchair and make yourself comfortable, while I go out
and get you something to eat. It will do you good--I can see what you
want."
"I really want nothing, sir; indeed I--"
"Now, don't contradict your doctor, Miss--Miss--Miss--what is it you
said?"
She smiled at his ruse as she remembered that she had not told him her
name as yet, but she replied, "Mary Grimm."
"Miss Grimm, you must excuse my leaving you alone here for a few
minutes; I won't be long," and he hurried off to order a nice little
supper for his guest from a neighbouring tavern.
Then he thought as he went, "There is nothing but whisky in the
rooms--she doesn't look the sort of girl to drink whisky--shall I get
her some beer? No, that won't do--champagne? Can't run to that to-night,
besides, it would look like dissipation and frighten her.
Claret?--that's better; I'll get a bottle of Burgundy--that's the stuff
to cheer the girl;" so he ordered a bottle of the generous wine, to be
sent over to his chambers with the supper.
The adventure was a curious one and pleased him. This was no ordinary
girl, he saw that. He felt that her story was true, or nearly so. She
puzzled him somewhat, but this presumptuous young man flattered himself
that he could understand any woman after an hour's conversation, and he
intended to understand his new acquaintance.
When a woman is left by herself in a bachelor's home for the first time,
she loves to prowl about it and look into every corner like a cat in a
strange house, endeavouring to satisfy her natural curiosity as to the
secret life of the unmarried man. Residential chambers in the Temple
have an especial charm for the inquisitive daughter of Eve. There is an
odour of mystery, a suspicion of wickedness about these dens of celibacy
which she cannot resist.
So when the barrister was away, Mary, after she had first taken off her
shawl and hung it on a chair, and then looked at herself in the glass
over the mantelpiece, and arranged her hair a little, began to examine
her surroundings with considerable interest. She noticed how different
everything in this room was to what she was accustomed to see in other
sitting-rooms at home and elsewhere, where a woman's influence--though
it were even Mrs. Grimm's--made itself felt.
There was a comfortable sternness about the bachelor's sanctum. There
were no frivolous cheap china shepherdesses on the mantelpiece, as in
the Brixton parlour, but pipes, tobacco-jars, and two bronze busts of
heathen deities.
There hung by the side of the mirror four tin shields with the arms of
Hudson's University, College, School, and Inn of Court painted on them.
The walls were pannelled with dark oak. There were two carved
bookshelves of the same wood, and their contents showed that his erratic
and rather superficial mind had coquetted with many branches of human
thought.
Some good old engravings hung on the walls, contrasting curiously with
coloured photographs by Goupil from well-known pictures of the modern
French school, all representing feminine beauty in more or less scanty
classic attire, these last in broad flat frames of dead gold that much
relieved the sombre effect of the furniture.
There were guns, fishing-rods and riding-whips also hanging on the
walls, proving that our barrister was somewhat of a sportsman as well as
a student and voluptuary.
In a recess were some silver prize-tankards won by his oar on Cam and
Thames. On the round table in the centre of the room were a decanter of
whisky, two or three empty glasses, some cigar ends in a saucer, an
album chiefly filled with pretty actresses, a French novel, and one
brief, the only sign of his profession; for I must explain that Hudson
had a room for business purposes on the ground-floor of his staircase.
Mary heard her host coming up the stairs, so had one more look into the
glass to see if all was right. Her eye fell on her hat--it was very
shabby indeed; so, though she felt how cool and bold she was, she took
it off and laid it on the chair with her shawl. Her shame for its
appearance, her woman's vanity, were too much for her instinctive
feeling that this was far from the right thing to do.
When Hudson came in he was surprised to see what a beautiful creature
this little captive of his was. Now that her shawl was off, her
tight-fitting black dress revealed the perfect moulding of her form. Her
small classical head was set on her shoulders wonderfully as that of the
Venus that came from Milo. She was leaning with one arm on the sill of
the window, looking across Fountain Court to the gleaming Thames. The
lamp shining through a coloured shade cast a delicate pink light upon
her figure, and she appeared even as the young Venus, a being born into
a happy world only to be loved and to love.
But then no goddess of Love would have had that expression about the
mouth, so untender, so devoid of soft emotions.
"I am sorry to have kept you so long," Hudson said. "I have ordered a
nice little supper, which will be here directly."
"Oh, but it is too kind of you," she exclaimed. "I should not have come
up here if I had thought that you were going to take all this trouble."
"Nonsense, Miss Grimm. You don't know how pleased I am to have met you.
What do you mean by trouble? There is nothing unselfish in my behaviour,
I assure you. It is a charitable action of yours to relieve my
loneliness in this dismal old place. It is not very cheerful to sup here
all alone, as you can well imagine."
"It must be very lonely, living here," she said as she looked around.
"Well, it is," he replied, but not without a smile as he thought how
much more jovial revelry than quiet loneliness those chambers had seen
since he had occupied them.
"It is a pretty room," Mary said, "I like it very much. I have never
seen anything like it before. It is very interesting. There are so many
curious things in it."
Suddenly her eyes fell on the dusty brief on the table, and she
exclaimed, "Ah! you are a barrister, I see."
"How on earth do you know that?" he asked. "Have you ever seen any of
these interesting documents before?"
"I should think I have," she replied as she picked it up, and turning
over the pages glanced at them with the eye of a connoisseur. "I have
drawn up so many of these, so many hundreds of folios of the dreary
stuff," and she sighed as she thought over the dismal hours she had
spent in that dingy back room off Fleet Street. She continued with
vivacity, "Why, after just looking through it for a moment, I could tell
you exactly how many _guas_ ought to be scrawled on the outside of a
brief like that one. A little assault case I see it is. Your fee would
not be much for that. I hope you get better work than that
sometimes--but I beg your pardon," she said in a confused way as she
remembered herself; "I did not mean to--"
"The devil!" exclaimed the barrister in surprise, "are you a sister
lawyer, then? I didn't know that woman's rights had got as far as that
yet. As we are fellow chips we ought to get on very well together. Which
branch of the profession do you belong to?"
She laughed merrily and said with a mock bow, "To the lower; I have
passed the greater portion of my life in a solicitor's office."
"Dear me, how very interesting! I should like to hear about it if I may,
if it is not a secret."
"Not at all; I know you are very curious to know who I am, so if you
like I'll give you my whole history."
"I shall be very glad to hear it," Hudson said, this time speaking in a
serious tone. "I shall be able to know how I can help you when I know
more about you. But sit down in that arm-chair; it is more comfortable
and you look very tired."
She sat down in the arm-chair by the window, while he took a chair near
her.
"Well, to start at the beginning," Mary said; "my father is a
solicitor."
"What! not that old rascal, Edmund Grimm!" Hudson exclaimed; "but I beg
your pardon, Miss Grimm."
"Not at all, don't apologize; he is an old rascal, and that's putting it
very mildly. Do you know him then?"
"I should think so," the barrister answered. "I have done lots of work
for him for which he has never paid me. I have long ago given up all
hopes of getting my fees out of him."
"I don't think you ever will get them," Mary said quietly.
"And how curious it is that you should be his daughter! It seems almost
impossible," and he gazed with admiration at her beautiful figure,
contrasting it mentally with the shrivelled anatomy of the ugly little
lawyer.
"And how curious to think that the briefs and other papers he sent you
were most probably drawn up by my hand!" Mary remarked.
"Is that indeed the case? I should have looked at them with much greater
interest had I known that; but there's a knock at the door, it's the
supper that's arrived. Excuse me a moment while I go and take it in. You
must give me your history afterwards. The first thing is to get
everything ready for you; I am sure you must be very hungry."
Though Mary had spoken so frankly, there was still something in her
manner that made the young man feel that she was really keeping a sharp
watch over herself, and that she was bent on carefully preserving the
respectful distance that still lay between them.
Whenever he tried to approach the sentimental and lead the conversation
beyond the line she had mentally fixed, she would turn her eyes on him
with a calm look that quite disconcerted him. His usual readiness of
tongue was strangely absent when talking with this quiet cold beauty. He
was ashamed of himself for his stupidity. He had lost all his impudence
and pertinacity. He could make no ground here.
The barrister brought the dishes into the rooms, and sported his oak.
Mary insisted on being shown where the laundress kept the cloth, knives,
plates and so on, and she laid the table for supper with an accustomed
hand.
The girl was amused at the queer careless arrangements of the
establishment.
"How funnily you bachelors keep house! Why, you don't seem to know where
anything is, what you have got, or what you haven't. Now do you think
there is any good in my hunting any more for the salt spoon, Mr. Hudson?
Can you tell me if you ever had one?"
"I really can't say."
She laughed merrily. "Oh dear, how you must get robbed by your servants!
Have you got servants, by the way?"
Hudson, who had been watching with admiration the unconscious supple
grace of the girl as she bustled about the room replied, "Yes, a dirty
old woman, a laundress as we call them in the Temple, who comes for an
hour every morning and pretends to clean up the place."
"How curious! but you should get her to clean your plates better; just
look at the dust on this one. Now I wonder where I'm going to find a
tea-cloth."
At last Mary had arranged the table to her satisfaction, and they sat
down to a comfortable little supper.
Mary had but very rarely drunk anything stronger than tea, and the
Burgundy was a new and, it must be confessed, not unpleasant sensation
to her after the wear of the first day of liberty. But she soon
perceived that it was a perilous pleasure and was cautious.
The conversation was still rather constrained. Each was sounding the
other. He was trying to find out what was the real disposition of this
very incomprehensible girl. She, amazed at this unwonted kindness from a
stranger, was reserved, suspicious of his motives; for Mary was a London
girl, and was not gifted with that absolute innocence which is sometimes
attributed to such heroines--heroines who, living in pitch, are in some
miraculous way all undefiled, are even ignorant that the pitch is there.
At eleven o'clock Hudson knew Mary's history, but he was as far as ever
from her. He was accustomed to shy, to bold, to coquettish, to silly, to
mercenary, women, to almost every sort of girl, and knew how to manage
them: but before this girl he was lost.
This was not merely because she was cold--had she been _stupidly_ so, he
would have known how to act; but she inspired a real respect that kept
him at a distance.
There was no enlargement of the intimacy, and after supper matters were
worse again: the awkward feeling on either side chilled the
conversation.
Mary began to think that it was time for her to be going--to resume her
wanderings, to find some shelter for the night, and at the thought a
gloom fell on her face.
Hudson read the look and said, "Miss Grimm" (he had got back to this
though he had called her Mary earlier in the evening), "if you go out
now you will find it very difficult to get a lodging. It is too late.
You had better stay here. I will camp out in this room on the sofa, you
can have my bed-room. To-morrow we will think together over what you had
better do."
Mary looked at his kind face, and was touched; her coldness broke down.
"You are very good," she said gratefully, and she rose and took his
hand. "You are the only one who has ever been kind to me. I will never
forget you."
When she had retired, the barrister rigged himself up a berth on the
sofa, and lay smoking his pipe awhile, as he thought of this strange
girl who had awakened his emotions and chilled them again a dozen times
in the hour with her inconsistencies, her sympathy one moment, her
coldness the next.
He had noticed the different expressions of her features and murmured to
himself as he blew out the light: "She has an angel looking out of her
eyes and a devil sitting on her mouth, but I believe I should fall
really in love this time if I saw much of her."