I
Marjorie found it curious, even to herself, how the press that faced the
foot of the two beds where she and Alice slept side by side, became
associated in her mind with the thought of Robin; and she began to
perceive that it was largely with the thought of him in her intention
that the idea had first presented itself of having the cell constructed
at all. It was not that in her deliberate mind she conceived that he
would be hunted, that he would fly here, that she would save him; but
rather in that strange realm of consciousness which is called sometimes
the Imagination, and sometimes by other names--that inner shadow-show on
which move figures cast by the two worlds--she perceived him in this
place....
It was in the following winter that she was reminded of him by other
means than those of his letters.
* * * * *
The summer and autumn had passed tranquilly enough, so far as this
outlying corner of England was concerned. News filtered through of the
stirring world outside, and especially was there conveyed to her,
through Alice for the most part, news that concerned the fortunes of
Catholics. Politics, except in this connection, meant little enough to
such as her. She heard, indeed, from time to time vague rumours of
fighting, and of foreign Powers; and thought now and again of Spain, as
of a country that might yet be, in God's hand, an instrument for the
restoring of God's cause in England; she had heard, too, in this year,
of one more rumour of the Queen's marriage with the Duke d'Alençon, and
then of its final rupture. But these matters were aloof from her; rather
she pondered such things as the execution of two more priests at York in
August, Mr. Lacy and Mr. Kirkman, and of a third, Mr. Thompson, in
November at the same place. It was on such affairs as these that she
pondered as she went about her household business, or sat in the chamber
upstairs with Mistress Alice; and it was of these things that she talked
with the few priests that came and went from time to time in their
circuits about Derbyshire. It was a life of quietness and monotony
inconceivable by those who live in towns. Its sole incident lay in that
life which is called Interior....
It was soon after the New Year that she met the squire of Matstead face
to face.
* * * * *
She and Alice, with Janet and a man riding behind, were on their way
back from Derby, where they had gone for their monthly shopping. They
had slept at Dethick, and had had news there of Mr. Anthony, who was
again in the south on one of his mysterious missions, and started again
soon after dawn next day to reach home, if they could, for dinner.
She knew Alice now for what she was--a woman of astounding dullness, of
sterling character, and of a complete inability to understand any shades
or tones of character or thought that were not her own, and yet a friend
in a thousand, of an immovable stability and loyalty, one of no words at
all, who dwelt in the midst of a steady kind of light which knew no dawn
nor sunset. The girl entertained herself sometimes with conceiving of
her friend confronted with the rack, let us say, or the gallows; and
perceived that she knew with exactness what her behaviour would be: She
would do all that was required of her with out speeches or protest; she
would place herself in the required positions, with a faint smile,
unwavering; she would suffer or die with the same tranquil steadiness as
that in which she lived; and, best of all, she would not be aware, even
for an instant, that anything in her behaviour was in the least
admirable or exceptional. She resembled, to Marjorie's mind, that for
which a strong and well-built arm-chair stands in relation to the body:
it is the same always, supporting and sustaining always, and cannot even
be imagined as anything else.
* * * * *
It was a brilliant frosty day, as they rode over the rutted track
between hedges that served for a road, that ran, for the most part, a
field or two away from the black waters of the Derwent. The birches
stood about them like frozen feathers; the vast chestnuts towered
overhead, motionless in the motionless air. As they came towards
Matstead, and, at last, rode up the street, naturally enough Marjorie
again began to think of Robin. As they came near where the track turned
the corner beneath the churchyard wall, where once Robin had watched,
himself unseen, the three riders go by, she had to attend to her horse,
who slipped once or twice on the paved causeway. Then as she lifted her
head again, she saw, not three yards from her, and on a level with her
own face, the face of the squire looking at her from over the wall.
She had not seen him, except once in Derby, a year or two before, and
that at a distance, since Robin had left England; and at the sight she
started so violently, in some manner jerking the reins that she held,
that her horse, tired with the long ride of the day before, slipped once
again, and came down all asprawl on the stones, fortunately throwing her
clear of his struggling feet. She was up in a moment, but again sank
down, aware that her foot was in some way bruised or twisted.
There was a clatter of hoofs behind her as the servants rode up; a
child or two ran up the street, and when, at last, on Janet's arm, she
rose again to her feet, it was to see the squire staring at her, with
his hands clasped behind his back.
"Bring the ladies up to the house," he said abruptly to the man; and
then, taking the rein of the girl's horse that had struggled up again,
he led the way, without another word, without even turning his head,
round to the way that ran up to his gates.
II
It was not with any want of emotion that Marjorie found herself
presently meekly seated upon Alice's horse, and riding up at a
foot's-pace beneath the gatehouse of the Hall. Rather it was the balance
of emotions that made her so meek and so obedient to her friend's
tranquil assumption that she must come in as the squire said. She was
aware of a strong resentment to his brusque order, as well as to the
thought that it was to the house of an apostate that she was going; yet
there was a no less strong emotion within her that he had a sort of
right to command her. These feelings, working upon her, dazed as she was
by the sudden sharpness of her fall, and the pain in her foot, combined
to drive her along in a kind of resignation in the wake of the squire.
Still confused, yet with a rapid series of these same emotions running
before her mind, she limped up the steps, supported by Alice and her
maid, and sat down on a bench at the end of the hall. The squire, who
had shouted an order or two to a peeping domestic, as he passed up the
court, came to her immediately with a cup in his hand.
"You must drink this at once, mistress."
She took it at once, drank and set it down, aware of the keen,
angry-looking face that watched her.
"You will dine here, too, mistress--" he began, still with a sharp
kindness.... And then, on a sudden, all grew dark about her; there was a
roaring in her ears, and she fainted.
* * * * *
She came out of her swoon again, after a while, with that strange and
innocent clearness that usually follows such a thing, to find Alice
beside her, a tapestried wall behind Alice, and the sound of a crackling
fire in her ears. Then she perceived that she was in a small room, lying
on her back along a bench, and that someone was bathing her foot.
"I ... I will not stay here--" she began. But two hands held her firmly
down, and Alice's reassuring face was looking into her own.
* * * * *
When her mind ran clearly again, she sat up with a sudden movement,
drawing her foot away from Janet's ministrations.
"I do very well," she said, after looking at her foot, and then putting
it to the ground amid a duet of protestations. (She had looked round the
room to satisfy herself that no one else was there, and had seen that it
must be the parlour that she was in. A newly-lighted fire burned on the
hearth, and the two doors were closed.)
Then Alice explained.
It was impossible, she said, to ride on at once; the horse even now was
being bathed in the stable, as his mistress in the parlour. The squire
had been most considerate; he had helped to carry her in here just now,
had lighted the fire with his own hands, and had stated that dinner
would be sent in here in an hour for the three women. He had offered to
send one of his own men on to Booth's Edge with the news, if Mistress
Marjorie found herself unable to ride on after dinner.
"But ... but it is Mr. Audrey!" exclaimed Marjorie.
"Yes, my dear," said Alice. "I know it is. But that does not mend your
foot," she said, with unusual curtness. And Marjorie saw that she still
looked at her anxiously.
* * * * *
The three women dined together, of course, in an hour's time. There was
no escape from the pressure of circumstance. It was unfortunate that
such an accident should have fallen out here, in the one place in all
the world where it should not; but the fact was a fact. Meanwhile, it
was not only resentment that Marjorie felt: it was a strange sort of
terror as well--a terror of sitting in the house of an apostate--of one
who had freely and deliberately renounced that faith for which she
herself lived so completely; and that it was the father of one whom she
knew as she knew Robin--with whose fate, indeed, her own had been so
intimately entwined--this combined to increase that indefinable fear
that rested on her as she stared round the walls, and sat over the food
and drink that this man provided.
The climax came as they were finishing dinner: for the door from the
hall opened abruptly, and the squire came in. He bowed to the ladies, as
the manner was, straightening his trim, tight figure again defiantly;
asked a civil question or two; directed a servant behind him to bring
the horses to the parlour door in half an hour's time; and then snapped
out the sentence which he was, plainly, impatient to speak.
"Mistress Manners," he said, "I wish to have a word with you privately."
Marjorie, trembling at his presence, turned a wavering face to her
friend; and Alice, before the other could speak, rose up, and went out,
with Janet following.
"Janet--" cried the girl.
"If you please," said the old man, with such a decisive air that she
hesitated. Then she nodded at her maid; and a moment later the door
closed.
III
"I have two matters to speak of," said the squire abruptly, sitting down
in the chair that Alice had left; "the first concerns you closely; and
the other less closely."
She looked at him, summoning all her power to appear at her ease.
He seemed far older than when she had last spoken with him, perhaps five
years ago; and had grown a little pointed beard; his hair, too, seemed
thinner--such of it as she could see beneath the house-cap that he wore;
his face, especially about his blue, angry-looking eyes, was covered
with fine wrinkles, and his hands were clearly the hands of an old man,
at once delicate and sinewy. He was in a dark suit, still with his cloak
upon him; and in low boots. He sat still as upright as ever, turned a
little in his chair, so as to clasp its back with one strong hand.
"Yes, sir?" she said.
"I will begin with the second first. It is of my son Robin: I wish to
know what news you have of him. He hath not written to me this six
months back. And I hear that letters sometimes come to you from him."
Marjorie hesitated.
"He is very well, so far as I know," she said.
"And when is he to be made priest?" he demanded sharply.
Marjorie drew a breath to give herself time; she knew that she must not
answer this; and did not know how to say so with civility.
"If he has not told you himself, sir," she said, "I cannot."
The old man's face twitched; but he kept his manners. "I understand you,
mistress...." But then his wrath overcame him. "But he must understand
he will have no mercy from me, if he comes my way. I am a magistrate,
now, mistress, and--"
A thought like an inspiration came to the girl; and she interrupted; for
she longed to penetrate this man's armour.
"Perhaps that was why he did not tell you when he was to be made
priest," she said.
The other seemed taken aback.
"Why, but--"
"He did not wish to think that his father would be untrue to his new
commission," she said, trembling at her boldness and yet exultant too;
and taking no pains to keep the irony out of her voice.
Again that fierce twitch of the features went over the other's face; and
he stared straight at her with narrowed eyes. Then a change again came
over him; and he laughed, like barking, yet not all unkindly.
"You are very shrewd, mistress. But I wonder what you will think of me
when I tell you the second matter, since you will tell me no more of the
first."
He shifted his position in his chair, this time clasping both his hands
together over the back.
"Well; it is this in a word," he said: "It is that you had best look to
yourself, mistress. My lord Shrewsbury even knows of it."
"Of what, if you please?" asked the girl, hoping she had not turned
white.
"Why, of the priests that come and go hereabouts! It is all known; and
her Grace hath sent a message from the Council--"
"What has this to do with me?"
He laughed again.
"Well; let us take your neighbours at Padley. They will be in trouble if
they do not look to their goings. Mr. FitzHerbert--"
But again she interrupted him. She was determined to know how much he
knew. She had thought that she had been discreet enough, and that no
news had leaked out of her own entertaining of priests; it was chiefly
that discretion might be preserved that she had set her hands to the
work at all. With Padley so near it was thought that less suspicion
would be aroused. Her name had never yet come before the authorities, so
far as she knew.
"But what has all this to do with me, sir?" she asked sharply. "It is
true that I do not go to church, and that I pay my fines when they are
demanded: Are there new laws, then, against the old faith?"
She spoke with something of real bitterness. It was genuine enough; her
only art lay in her not concealing it; for she was determined to press
her question home. And, in his shrewd, compelling face, she read her
answer even before his words gave it.
"Well, mistress; it was not of you that I meant to speak--so much as of
your friends. They are your friends, not mine. And as your friends, I
thought it to be a kindly action to send them an advertisement. If they
are not careful, there will be trouble."
"At Padley?"
"At Padley, or elsewhere. It is the persons that fall under the law, not
places!"
"But, sir, you are a magistrate; and--"
He sprang up, his face aflame with real wrath.
"Yes, mistress; I am a magistrate: the commission hath come at last,
after six months' waiting. But I was friend to the FitzHerberts before
ever I was a magistrate, and--"
Then she understood; and her heart went out to him. She, too, stood up,
catching at the table with a hiss of pain as she threw her weight on the
bruised foot. He made a movement towards her; but she waved him aside.
"I beg your pardon, Mr. Audrey, with all my heart. I had thought that
you meant harm, perhaps, to my friends and me. But now I see--"
"Not a word more! not a word more!" he cried harshly, with a desperate
kind of gesture. "I shall do my duty none the less when the time
comes--"
"Sir!" she cried out suddenly. "For God's sake do not speak of
duty--there is another duty greater than that. Mr. Audrey--"
He wheeled away from her, with a movement she could not interpret. It
might be uncontrolled anger or misery, equally. And her heart went out
to him in one great flood.
"Mr. Audrey. It is not too late. Your son Robin--"
Then he wheeled again; and his face was distorted with emotion.
"Yes, my son Robin! my son Robin!... How dare you speak of him to me?...
Yes; that is it--my son Robin--my son Robin!"
He dropped into the chair again, and his face fell upon his clasped
hands.
IV
She scarcely knew how circumstances had arranged themselves up to the
time when she found herself riding away again with Alice, while a man of
Mr. Audrey's led her horse. They could not talk freely till he left
them at the place where the stony road turned to a soft track, and it
was safe going once more. Then Alice told her own side of it.
"Yes, my dear; I heard him call out. I was walking in the hall with
Janet to keep ourselves warm. But when I ran in he was sitting down, and
you were standing. What was the matter?"
"Alice," said the girl earnestly, "I wish you had not come in. He is
very heart-broken, I think. He would have told me more, I think. It is
about his son."
"His son! Why, he--"
"Yes; I know that. And he would not see him if he came back. He has had
his magistrate's commission; and he will be true to it. But he is
heart-broken for all that. He has not really lost the Faith, I think."
"Why, my dear; that is foolish. He is very hot in Derby, I hear, against
the Papists. There was a poor woman who could not pay her fines; and--"
Marjorie waved it aside.
"Yes; he would be very hot; but for all that, there is his son Robin you
know--and his memories. And Robin has not written to him for six months.
That would be about the time when he told him he was to be a
magistrate."
Then Marjorie told her of the whole that had passed, and of his mention
of the FitzHerberts.
"And what he meant by that," she said, "I do not know; but I will tell
them."
* * * * *
She was pondering deeply all the way as she rode home. Mistress Alice
was one of those folks who so long as they are answered in words are
content; and Marjorie so answered her. And all the while she thought
upon Robin, and his passionate old father, and attempted to understand
the emotions that fought in the heart that had so disclosed itself to
her--its aged obstinacy, its loyalty and its confused honourableness.
She knew very well that he would do what he conceived to be his duty
with all the more zeal if it were an unpleasant duty; and she thanked
God that it was not for a good while yet that the lad would come home a
priest.