Sir Philip Vining ate his dinner alone that day, for his son was an
absentee. In fact, a good half-hour before the appointed time Charley
Vining was in Gorse Wood walking up and down, crushing the thin grass
and trampling through the undergrowth, as he vainly sought to control
the impatience of his spirit.
But he was in no controllable humour, and the more he tried to beat down
the feelings that troubled him, the more fretful his spirit grew. It
had been a day of misery and disappointment, such as he had never
thought to see, and he was bitterly mortified with his own conduct. He
told himself that it was his duty to have sternly answered Laura Bray,
whereas he had allowed her to go on till, as they parted, her look of
intelligence seemed to intimate that she was happy and satisfied, and
that he had been making love to her, when--
When? Why should he trouble himself about a light frivolous girl, who
gave love tokens to a tailor's dummy--a contemptible jackanapes? But
all the same, there was no reason why he should marry Laura Bray, and
give up his happy independent life.
"A fig for all womankind!" said Charley at last, out loud; "but then the
poor old gentleman!"
Charley's face darkened as he thought of his father and his wishes.
What should he do? Let matters run their course?
He asked himself that last question rather grimly, as he thought of how
easily he could be in accord with all Sir Philip wished. A few quiet
tender words to Laura Bray, and all would go on satisfactorily. And why
should he not utter them? She would be well content, and he need
trouble himself no farther, but seek in his old amusements _delassement_
and balm for the disappointment he had met with.
How plain it all was! Max had come down again on Ella's account. Why,
he had not spent so much time down at Lexville since he was a boy! Of
course, the Brays would not sanction it; but, anyhow, it was another of
Mr Maximilian Bray's conquests.
"Ah, well," said Charley, as he stood leaning against an oak, "it's the
old story: one's boy love never does come to anything!--What, my little
wood-nymph!"
"O, Charley, Charley, Charley!" cried Nelly, running up to him panting,
"what shall I do? I am _so, so_ miserable; and they think I'm in the
schoolroom now; and I can't bear it, and I hate it; and I've run out
through the side gate and over the elm meadow like a mad girl, for they
all watch me; and I stay in my bedroom most of the time; for since Miss
Bedford's gone--"
"What?" roared Charley, seizing Nelly's arm.
"Don't frighten me, Charley, and please don't pinch so! That's what I
wanted to tell you. That Laura led her such a cruel life with her
temper, and Max was such a horrible donkey, that she told ma she would
rather not stay, and--O, O, O!" sobbed Nelly, crying out aloud, "she's
gone away, and I didn't say good-bye; for she went early in the morning,
and came and kissed me when I was asleep; and me such a thickheaded,
stupid old dormouse that I never knew--knew it--or--or I'd have put my
arms so tightly round her neck that I'd never have left go."
"But where has she gone?" cried Charley fiercely.
"I don't know," sobbed Nelly--"nobody knows. She would not say a word
even to mamma; and mamma said it was very obstinate, and that she was
obstinate altogether."
"Do you think--" said Charley huskily, and then he stopped as if he
could not utter the words--"do you think she told Max?"
"Told Max!" said Nelly, almost laughingly; "no, she wouldn't tell him.
She hated him too much, for he was always worrying her, when all the
time she was ever so fond of you, Charley. I knew it, though she never
said so. Pah, she would never tell such a donkey as that, when she
would not tell me! They think I'm very stupid; but I know well enough
why she wouldn't stay, nor yet say where she was going: it was all
because of Max, so that he should not bother her any more."
"Go on, pray!" exclaimed Charley.
"I have not got anything more to tell you," said Nelly pitifully, "only
that there was such a scene over and over again; for at the last Laury
and Max both wanted her to stay, and Laury asked her over and over
again; but I could see through that: it was because Max made her, for
some reason of his own."
Here was a new light altogether: Laura and Max both asking her to stay,
and the poor girl led such a life that she was compelled to leave. Why
had she not confided in him, then, when he had implored her to listen to
him? But that ring?
Troubled in spirit, Charley began to stride up and down the wood, but
only to stop once more in front of Nelly.
"When did she go?" he asked.
"Yesterday morning," said Nelly; "but I couldn't send you word till
to-day. And now I want to ask you something, Charley."
"Quick, then!" he said hoarsely, as he turned to go.
"Will you try and find out where Miss Bedford is gone, and then tell me
when you know?"
"Yes, yes!" cried Charley, rushing off.
"Yes, yes, indeed!" cried Nelly; "that's a pretty way to leave a lady
who has given him a mysterious assignation in a wood; and--There, now--
what shall I do? If I haven't forgotten all about the pears!"
Volume 2, Chapter V.