Mrs Norton had gone to her rest that night in tears, for her husband
had been absent for some days. His restlessness seemed of late to have
been largely on the increase, so that when he was at home she was kept
upon a tremble of expectation lest at any time he might be gone. True,
he was always quiet and gentle, and proud as ever of his boy; but the
proximity of the Gernons was like a cloud over him, and as she
determinedly drove away the suspicions that would try to fasten upon
her, Ada Norton could not but own to herself that while the Gernons were
at the Castle, or they themselves stayed at the Hall, there could be no
real happiness for her. She knew well enough how it preyed upon her
husband's spirits, when, from time to time, rumours of the state of
affairs reached them. She had hoped that a reconciliation would long
ere this have taken place--that is to say, between husband and wife; but
the fact of their complete estrangement, taken in connection with Sir
Murray's character, and Captain Norton's strange, reserved behaviour,
always seemed to be the hold by which doubt tried again and again to
fasten upon her.
Philip Norton came not that night, and Mrs Norton lay weakly weeping,
determined in her own mind that, in spite of their poverty, she would
try and persuade him to leave the Hall--to go anywhere, so that they
might but keep together. She knew that, on account of his connection
with the mines, it would be useless to endeavour to get him to move to a
distance; but even a few miles farther away would, she felt, bring them
more peace; of that she felt assured, telling herself that her husband's
frequent absences now were caused by a desire to be away from the place.
But Ada Norton was wrong when, in despair, she gave herself up that
night to tears, for her husband was on his way back--at least, he had
determined upon sleeping that night at home. He had reached the town
rather late, low-spirited and disheartened at the state of his affairs,
and had walked towards the primitive inn, meaning to hire a dog-cart and
drive over, for months had elapsed since he had sold his own horses,
dismissed his groom, and made other reductions in his little
establishment. He hired no dog-cart, however, for the state of his
finances struck him; and, sturdily preparing himself for the task, he
set off to walk the ten miles between him and Merland Hall.
The lonely road seemed well fitted for contemplation, and the thoughts
which passed through his breast were many, but none so serious as those
which oppressed him when, tired with his long journey, he approached the
palings which skirted the park of Merland Castle, stopping at length, in
spite of himself, to look over at the nearest point to the house, and
gaze long and earnestly at the windows, when suddenly a wild, appealing
cry for help smote his ear.
For a moment he paused. Then the cry rang out again, apparently from
the direction of the lake--a cry that there was no mistaking, telling,
as it did, of a soul in mortal peril; and, heedless of consequence, of
the trespass he was committing, and of the relations existing between
Sir Murray and himself, he leaped over the palings, and ran in the
direction of the sounds.
Naturally his was too generous a spirit to refuse help in need, while
now his senses were disturbed by an undefined state of dread, for in
some way it seemed that this cry must be connected with Lady Gernon, and
once a fearful idea flashed across his mind.