THE walk was not more agreeable than Colonel Sutherland foresaw it would
be--the return the old soldier actually failed of courage for. He
directed the gig to be sent for him, and so trudged upon his way without
the dreadful thought of retracing all his steps in an hour or two. When
they reached Marchmain there was no welcome vision of Susan at the
window to solace her uncle's fatigue. When Peggy admitted them it was
with an exclamation of surprise and half-indignation. "To think of
walking such roads, five miles on a day like this!" she cried, as she
bustled into the dining-room after them to refresh the smouldering,
half-dead fire. Peggy was by no means rejoiced that day to see Colonel
Sutherland. To the shame of her housewifery she remembered that she had
nothing in her larder which could be cooked readily for the visitor's
luncheon; and Peggy, like most other women of her years, country-bred,
was overpowered by shame at the idea of having "nothing to offer" to the
chance guest. Susan had gone upstairs, up to a garret room, the highest
of the house, to fetch Peggy some apples which were stowed there; and as
she was too high up to be able to hear the arrival of her uncle, Horace
went to seek her. Peggy gazed after him, pausing in her cares for the
fire, with a singular vexation.
"If that lad would but tell the truth--and all the truth," said Peggy;
"but he wunnot, Cornel--it's somegate in his blood. I warrant he never
told you a word how Miss Susan begged and prayed him to say you were
never to think to come; that you would catch cold and wet, and do
yoursel' an injury, as it was just like her to say, the thoughtful
thing. Na, says I to myself, as I saw him march away with his shut-up
face, the Cornel'll come or no come as his ain will bids, but Mr. Horace
has no mind to stop him; yet if ye'll believe me, he never said a word,
but let Miss Susan believe he would tell her messages every one."
"Never mind," said Colonel Sutherland--who, however, did mind a good
deal, as people generally do who use that expression--and who could not
help thinking that Susan's messages, had he ever received them, would
have turned the scale and kept him under cover that miserable day.
"Never mind, Peggy; I ought to take it as a compliment that Horace likes
my society so much. I wish I could carry my niece home with me, poor
child--eh? do you think her father would be likely to consent?"
"Eh, Mr. Edward, run not the risk of asking!" cried Peggy; "I'm no the
person to speak an evil word of him, no me--but he's unhappy himself, as
how do you think he can be other?--and he will not have happiness come
near his house. Eh, Cornel, honey, if ye could but beguile him to open
his heart! I knowed him a boy, and I knowed him a young man, and I
knowed him in the mistress's time, but, sir, though he had his faults,
and I would not deny them, all the days of his life, you would not
reckonise him now; and all along o' that weary ould man!"
"Hush, Peggy! we must not blame those that are gone," said the gentle
Colonel; "they are in other hands than ours; but it has been a
melancholy business altogether. Horace, do you know, wishes to leave
home and begin the world for himself."
"And the sooner the better, Cornel!" cried Peggy; "the lad will be clean
ruined, root and branch, if he bides here. I would give all the pennies
I've gathered all my life to see him safe out of that door, though he's
a strange lad, is Mr. Horace. Hoosht, they're coming--listen, Cornel,"
said Peggy, stretching up to the Colonel's ear, that she might whisper
this last communication--"Don't you be afeard about Miss Susan. I've
that confidence in the Lord, I believe the poor chyild will fall to your
hands, Mr. Edward, when the time comes; but, Lord bless you, Cornel,
she's no more like her brother nor the tares is like the corn. Her
heart's as sweet as a rose--nothing in this world can kill the good
that's in that unfortinate infant, but Death itself. Hoosht, here they
are coming!--she's just the delight of an ould woman's eyes--ay, there
she is!"
The Colonel heard this speech very imperfectly, understanding just
enough of it to know that Susan was commended, and nodding his kind head
in pleased acquiescence; but when Peggy ended her oration by crying
"There she is!" Uncle Edward turned round to greet his niece, who came
running up to him out of breath. Susan was sorry, shocked, surprised,
and delighted--but underneath all her flutter the Colonel, whose vision
was quick when those whom he loved were concerned, saw at a glance that
her eyes were red, and that even her joy in seeing him was made
half-hysterical by some other sentiment lying under it, which she did
not wish him to see. This contradiction of feeling, new and unusual to
her, made Susan unlike herself. Her manner was hasty and agitated--she
laughed as if to keep herself from crying. Colonel Sutherland looked at
her with silent distress and sympathy. What new development of trouble
had appeared now?
"Why did you come?" cried Susan. "I wanted Horace to carry a note, and
he would not; but he promised to tell you what I said. And your
rheumatism, uncle--I am so distressed to think you should have come all
this way for me."
"But suppose I did not come all this way for you?" said Colonel
Sutherland. "Don't you think my visit is too important to be all for a
little girl? No, my love, I should have come for you whether or not--but
to-day, I mean, if possible, to see your father."
Peggy had left the room, and Horace had not yet entered it: the two were
alone together.
"To see papa!" cried Susan, with a look of dismay, clinging suddenly to
her uncle's arm, and looking up in his face. "Oh, uncle, not to-day!"
"And why not to-day, my dear child?" said the Colonel, tenderly; "what
has happened to-day? You have been crying, Susan. Can you tell why that
was?"
With his kind eyes searching into her face, and his tender arm
supporting her, Susan could not keep up her feint of good spirits; she
faltered, cast down her eyes, tried to speak, and then fell unawares
into a passion of youthful tears--hot, angry, indignant, rebellious
tears--the first overflow of personal mortification, injury, and wounded
feeling--tears too warm and too plentiful to blight or kill. The Colonel
soothed her and bent over her with alarm and anxiety--he was almost too
much interested to be a good judge of the depth of her suffering, and
for the first moment thought it much more serious than it was.
"Papa called me into the study to-day; he said that you--I mean he said
that I was careless of him, and did not do what I ought," said Susan,
who had evidently changed her mind, and substituted these words for some
others injurious to her uncle. "He said I loved you better in three days
than I had loved him for all my life. Oh, uncle, can I help it?--is it
my fault?--for nobody until now ever loved me!"
"Hush, my dear child!--is that all?" said Colonel Sutherland. "Come,
come, do not cry--I daresay you were thinking of something else at
breakfast, and forgot what you were about--perhaps Letty. He will soon
forgive you, my love. Sometimes I have a row with my Ned when he is at
home. Don't cry, my dear child."
"Ah, uncle, but you don't understand it," cried poor Susan, rather
disappointed to have her sorrow undervalued; "he wanted me
not--not"--and here with a great burst the truth came out--"not to keep
your presents--nor to see you--nor to write to you--nor anything: he
said he would not permit it; he said I belonged to him, and so I think
he believes. I do, uncle," cried Susan, with fire and indignation, "like
a table or a chair!"
"Hush, my child! I wonder why he objects to me, Susan," said the
Colonel, with a little grieved astonishment. "And what did you say?"
"I said I would not, uncle--I could not help it!" cried Susan, with
another burst of tears. "I never disobeyed him in my life before; but I
was very obstinate and stubborn. I know I was. I said I _would not_ do
what he told me. I can't! I will not! I will stay in Marchmain, and
never seek to go away. I will do everything else he tells me. I will
work like Peggy, if he pleases; but I _will_ write to you, uncle, and
see you whenever I can, and love you always. Oh! uncle, uncle, do not
you be angry with me too!"
"I!" said Uncle Edward, his voice faltering, "my poor dear,
child!--I!--if I only could carry you home with me, Susan! It is hard to
think I have given you more, instead of less to suffer. Ah, Susan, if I
could but take you home with me!"
Susan dried her eyes, comforted by the words. "I must not hope for that,
uncle," she said, with more composure; "and indeed I could not leave
papa, either. He is very unhappy, I am sure. If I only knew what to do
for him! And I don't want him to think me stubborn and undutiful. He is
angry, and disturbed, and strange this morning. I never saw him so
before. Do not speak to him to-day."
"Would it be better to-morrow?" said Colonel Sutherland. "No, Susan,
especially after what you told me. I must not stay here longer than I
can help, and I must see your father before I go; it is about Horace, my
love. I have promised to speak of his wishes. I did not know," cried
Colonel Sutherland, with a little mortification, "that I should hurt his
cause by pleading it; but I ought to see him at anyrate. No, I cannot
submit to this without any appeal. I have lived in his house, and eaten
his bread, and had never a moment's dispute with him. It is impossible;
there must be some mistake."
And Colonel Sutherland went to the window, and stood looking out, with
his eyebrows puckered, and his hands behind him; while Susan, drying her
eyes again, went to stir the neglected fire. Everything was cold,
meagre, uncomfortable, and the poor girl's restless curiosity, eager to
prove her devotion to himself, yet glancing now and then with terror at
the door, as if she feared her father's appearance, and a scene of
strife, was not lost upon the Colonel. He stood for some time in
silence, considering the whole matter, vexed, and mortified, and
indignant, yet feeling more of honest pain for the position of the
household, and for unfortunate recluse himself, than offence in his own
person. Then, without saying anything to Susan, the old soldier marched
silently towards the study-door. It was necessary now, to say what had
to be said, at once.