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Cairnedge's terror in the kitchen, and knew that the cause of it, and of her present cry, must be the same, to wit, the sight of my uncle. I had not hurt her! I was not yet on my feet when my uncle left the window, flew to the other side of it, and fell upon the men with a stick so furiously that he drove them to the carriage. The horses took fright, and went prancing about, rearing and jibbing. At the call of the coachman, two of the men flew to their heads. I saw no more of their assailant.
John, who had not got a fair blow at one of his besiegers, left the window, and came to me where I was trying to restore his mother. The third man, the butler, came back to the window, put his hand through, undid the catch, and flung the sash wide. John caught up the poker from the floor, and darted to it.
"Set foot within the window, Parker," he cried, "and I will break your head."
The man did not believe he would hurt him, and put foot and head through the window.
Now John had honestly threatened, but to perform he found harder than he had thought: it is one thing to raise a poker, and another to strike a head with it. The window was narrow, and the whole man was not yet in the room, when John raised his weapon; but he could not bring the horrid poker down upon the dumb blind back of the stooping man's head. He threw it from him, and casting his eyes about, spied a huge family-bible on a side-table. He sprang to it, and caught it up-just in time. The man had got one foot firm on the floor, and was slowly drawing in the other, when down came the bible on his head, with all the force John could add to its weight. The butler tumbled senseless on the floor.
"Here, Orbie!" cried John; "help me to bundle him out before he comes to himself-Take what you would have!" he said, as between us we shoved him out on the gravel.
I fetched smelling-salts and brandy, and everything I could think of-fetched Martha too, and between us we got her on the sofa, but lady Cairnedge lay motionless. She breathed indeed, but did not open her eyes. John stood ready to do anything for her, but his countenance revealed little compassion. Whatever the cause of his mother's swoon-he had never seen her in one before-he was certain it had to do with some bad passage in her life. He said so to me that same evening. "But what could the sight of my uncle have to do with it?" I asked. "Probably he knows something, or she thinks he does," he answered.
"Wouldn't it be better to put her to bed, and send for the doctor, John?" I suggested at last.
Perhaps the sound of my voice calling her son by his Christian name, stung her proud ear, for the same moment she sat up, passed her hands over her eyes, and cast a scared gaze about the room.
"Where am I? Is it gone?" she murmured, looking ghastly.
No one answered her.
"Call Parker," she said, feebly, yet imperiously.
Still no one spoke.
She kept glancing sideways at the window, where nothing was to be seen but the gathering night. In a few moments she rose and walked straight from the room, erect, but white as a corpse. I followed, passed her, and opened the hall-door. There stood the carriage, waiting, as if nothing unusual had happened, Parker seated in the rumble, with one of the footmen beside him. The other man stood by the carriage-door. He opened it immediately; her ladyship stepped in, and dropped on the seat; the carriage rolled away.
I went back to John.
"I must leave you, darling!" he said. "I cannot subject you to the risk of such another outrage! I fear sometimes my mother may be what she would have you think me. I ought to have said, I hope she is. It would be the only possible excuse for her behaviour. The natural end of loving one's own way, is to go mad. If you don't get it, you go mad; if you do get it, you go madder-that's all the difference!-I must go!"
I tried to expostulate with him, but it was of no use.
"Where will you go?" I said. "You cannot go home!"
"I would at once," he answered, "if I could take the reins in my own hands. But I will go to London, and see the family-lawyer. He will tell me what I had better do."
"You have no money!" I said.
"How do you know that?" he returned with a smile. "Have you been searching my pockets?"
"John!" I cried.
He broke into a merry laugh.
"Your uncle will lend me a five-pound-note," he said.
"He will lend you as much as you want; but I don't think he's in the house," I answered. "I have two myself, though! I'll run and fetch them."
I bounded away to get the notes. It was like having a common purse already, to lend John ten pounds! But I had no intention of letting him leave the house the same day he was first out of his room after such an illness-that was, if I could help it.
My uncle had given me the use of a drawer in that same cabinet in which were the precious stones; and there, partly, I think, from the pride of sharing the cabinet with my uncle, I had long kept everything I counted precious: I should have kept Zoe there if she had not been alive and too big!
CHAPTER XXV.
A VERY STRANGE THING.
The moment I opened the door of the study, I saw my uncle-in his think-chair, his head against the back of it, his face turned to the ceiling. I ran to his side and dropped on my knees, thinking he was dead. He opened his eyes and looked at me, but with such a wan, woe-begone countenance, that I burst into a passion of tears.
"What is it, uncle dear?" I gasped and sobbed.
"Nothing very new, little one," he answered.
"It is something terrible, uncle," I cried, "or you would not look like that! Did those horrid men hurt you? You did give it them well! You came down on them like the angel on the Assyrians!"
"I don't know what you're talking about, little one!" he returned. "What men?"
"The men that came with John's mother to carry him off. If it hadn't been for my beautiful uncle, they would have done it too! How I wondered what had become of you! I was almost in despair. I thought you had left us to ourselves-and you only waiting, like God, for the right moment!"
He sat up, and stared at me, bewildered.
"I had forgotten all about John!" he said.
"As to what you think I did, I know nothing about it. I haven't been out of this room since I saw-that spectre in the kitchen."
"John's mother, you mean, uncle?"
"Ah! she's John's mother, is she? Yes, I thought as much-and it was more than my poor brain could stand! It was too terrible!-My little one, this is death to you and me!"
My heart sank within me. One thought only went through my head-that, come what might, I would no more give up John, than if I were already married to him in the church.
"But why-what is it, uncle?" I said, hardly able to get the words out.
"I will tell you another time," he answered, and rising, went to the door.
"John is going to London," I said, following him.
"Is he?" he returned listlessly.
"He wants to see his lawyer, and try to get things on a footing of some sort between his mother and him."
"That is very proper," he replied, with his hand on the lock.
"But you don't think it would be safe for him to travel to-night-do you, uncle-so soon after his illness?" I asked.
"No, I cannot say I do. It would not be safe. He is welcome to stop till to-morrow."
"Will you not tell him so, uncle? He is bent on going!"
"I would rather not see him! There is no occasion. It will be a great relief to me when he is able-quite able, I mean-to go home to his mother-or where it may suit him best."
It was indeed like death to hear my uncle talk so differently about John. What had he done to be treated in this way-taken up and made a friend of, and then cast off without reason given! My dear uncle was not at all like himself! To say he forgot our trouble and danger, and never came near us in our sore peril, when we owed our deliverance to him! and now to speak like this concerning John! Something was terribly wrong with him! I dared hardly think what it could be.
I stood speechless.
My uncle opened the door, and went down the steps. The sound of his feet along the corridor and down the stair to the kitchen, died away in my ears. My life seemed to go ebbing with it. I was stranded on a desert shore, and he in whom I had trusted was leaving me there!
I came to myself a little, got the two five-pound-notes, and returned to John.
When I reached the door of the room, I found my heart in my throat, and my brains upside down. What was I to say to him? How could I let him go away so late? and how could I let him stay where his departure would be a relief? Even I would have him gone from where he was not wanted! I saw, however, that my uncle must not have John's death at his door-that I must persuade him to stay the night. I went in, and gave him the notes, but begged him, for my love, to go to bed. In the morning, I said, I would drive him to the station.
He yielded with difficulty-but with how little suspicion that all the time I wished him gone! I went to bed only to lie listening for my uncle's return. It was long past midnight ere he came.
In the morning I sent Penny to order the phaeton, and then ran to my uncle's room, in the hope he would want to see John before he left: I was not sure he had realized that he was going.
He was neither in his bed-room nor in the study. I went to the stable. Dick was putting the horse to the phaeton. He told me he had heard his master, two hours before, saddle Thanatos, and ride away. This made me yet more anxious about him. He did not often ride out early-seldom indeed after coming home late! Things seemed to threaten complication!
John looked so much better, and was so eager after the projected interview with his lawyer, that I felt comforted concerning him. I did not tell him what my uncle had said the night before. It would, I felt, be wrong to mention what my uncle might wish forgotten; and as I did not know what he meant, it could serve no end. We parted at the station very much as if we had been married half a century, and I
John, who had not got a fair blow at one of his besiegers, left the window, and came to me where I was trying to restore his mother. The third man, the butler, came back to the window, put his hand through, undid the catch, and flung the sash wide. John caught up the poker from the floor, and darted to it.
"Set foot within the window, Parker," he cried, "and I will break your head."
The man did not believe he would hurt him, and put foot and head through the window.
Now John had honestly threatened, but to perform he found harder than he had thought: it is one thing to raise a poker, and another to strike a head with it. The window was narrow, and the whole man was not yet in the room, when John raised his weapon; but he could not bring the horrid poker down upon the dumb blind back of the stooping man's head. He threw it from him, and casting his eyes about, spied a huge family-bible on a side-table. He sprang to it, and caught it up-just in time. The man had got one foot firm on the floor, and was slowly drawing in the other, when down came the bible on his head, with all the force John could add to its weight. The butler tumbled senseless on the floor.
"Here, Orbie!" cried John; "help me to bundle him out before he comes to himself-Take what you would have!" he said, as between us we shoved him out on the gravel.
I fetched smelling-salts and brandy, and everything I could think of-fetched Martha too, and between us we got her on the sofa, but lady Cairnedge lay motionless. She breathed indeed, but did not open her eyes. John stood ready to do anything for her, but his countenance revealed little compassion. Whatever the cause of his mother's swoon-he had never seen her in one before-he was certain it had to do with some bad passage in her life. He said so to me that same evening. "But what could the sight of my uncle have to do with it?" I asked. "Probably he knows something, or she thinks he does," he answered.
"Wouldn't it be better to put her to bed, and send for the doctor, John?" I suggested at last.
Perhaps the sound of my voice calling her son by his Christian name, stung her proud ear, for the same moment she sat up, passed her hands over her eyes, and cast a scared gaze about the room.
"Where am I? Is it gone?" she murmured, looking ghastly.
No one answered her.
"Call Parker," she said, feebly, yet imperiously.
Still no one spoke.
She kept glancing sideways at the window, where nothing was to be seen but the gathering night. In a few moments she rose and walked straight from the room, erect, but white as a corpse. I followed, passed her, and opened the hall-door. There stood the carriage, waiting, as if nothing unusual had happened, Parker seated in the rumble, with one of the footmen beside him. The other man stood by the carriage-door. He opened it immediately; her ladyship stepped in, and dropped on the seat; the carriage rolled away.
I went back to John.
"I must leave you, darling!" he said. "I cannot subject you to the risk of such another outrage! I fear sometimes my mother may be what she would have you think me. I ought to have said, I hope she is. It would be the only possible excuse for her behaviour. The natural end of loving one's own way, is to go mad. If you don't get it, you go mad; if you do get it, you go madder-that's all the difference!-I must go!"
I tried to expostulate with him, but it was of no use.
"Where will you go?" I said. "You cannot go home!"
"I would at once," he answered, "if I could take the reins in my own hands. But I will go to London, and see the family-lawyer. He will tell me what I had better do."
"You have no money!" I said.
"How do you know that?" he returned with a smile. "Have you been searching my pockets?"
"John!" I cried.
He broke into a merry laugh.
"Your uncle will lend me a five-pound-note," he said.
"He will lend you as much as you want; but I don't think he's in the house," I answered. "I have two myself, though! I'll run and fetch them."
I bounded away to get the notes. It was like having a common purse already, to lend John ten pounds! But I had no intention of letting him leave the house the same day he was first out of his room after such an illness-that was, if I could help it.
My uncle had given me the use of a drawer in that same cabinet in which were the precious stones; and there, partly, I think, from the pride of sharing the cabinet with my uncle, I had long kept everything I counted precious: I should have kept Zoe there if she had not been alive and too big!
CHAPTER XXV.
A VERY STRANGE THING.
The moment I opened the door of the study, I saw my uncle-in his think-chair, his head against the back of it, his face turned to the ceiling. I ran to his side and dropped on my knees, thinking he was dead. He opened his eyes and looked at me, but with such a wan, woe-begone countenance, that I burst into a passion of tears.
"What is it, uncle dear?" I gasped and sobbed.
"Nothing very new, little one," he answered.
"It is something terrible, uncle," I cried, "or you would not look like that! Did those horrid men hurt you? You did give it them well! You came down on them like the angel on the Assyrians!"
"I don't know what you're talking about, little one!" he returned. "What men?"
"The men that came with John's mother to carry him off. If it hadn't been for my beautiful uncle, they would have done it too! How I wondered what had become of you! I was almost in despair. I thought you had left us to ourselves-and you only waiting, like God, for the right moment!"
He sat up, and stared at me, bewildered.
"I had forgotten all about John!" he said.
"As to what you think I did, I know nothing about it. I haven't been out of this room since I saw-that spectre in the kitchen."
"John's mother, you mean, uncle?"
"Ah! she's John's mother, is she? Yes, I thought as much-and it was more than my poor brain could stand! It was too terrible!-My little one, this is death to you and me!"
My heart sank within me. One thought only went through my head-that, come what might, I would no more give up John, than if I were already married to him in the church.
"But why-what is it, uncle?" I said, hardly able to get the words out.
"I will tell you another time," he answered, and rising, went to the door.
"John is going to London," I said, following him.
"Is he?" he returned listlessly.
"He wants to see his lawyer, and try to get things on a footing of some sort between his mother and him."
"That is very proper," he replied, with his hand on the lock.
"But you don't think it would be safe for him to travel to-night-do you, uncle-so soon after his illness?" I asked.
"No, I cannot say I do. It would not be safe. He is welcome to stop till to-morrow."
"Will you not tell him so, uncle? He is bent on going!"
"I would rather not see him! There is no occasion. It will be a great relief to me when he is able-quite able, I mean-to go home to his mother-or where it may suit him best."
It was indeed like death to hear my uncle talk so differently about John. What had he done to be treated in this way-taken up and made a friend of, and then cast off without reason given! My dear uncle was not at all like himself! To say he forgot our trouble and danger, and never came near us in our sore peril, when we owed our deliverance to him! and now to speak like this concerning John! Something was terribly wrong with him! I dared hardly think what it could be.
I stood speechless.
My uncle opened the door, and went down the steps. The sound of his feet along the corridor and down the stair to the kitchen, died away in my ears. My life seemed to go ebbing with it. I was stranded on a desert shore, and he in whom I had trusted was leaving me there!
I came to myself a little, got the two five-pound-notes, and returned to John.
When I reached the door of the room, I found my heart in my throat, and my brains upside down. What was I to say to him? How could I let him go away so late? and how could I let him stay where his departure would be a relief? Even I would have him gone from where he was not wanted! I saw, however, that my uncle must not have John's death at his door-that I must persuade him to stay the night. I went in, and gave him the notes, but begged him, for my love, to go to bed. In the morning, I said, I would drive him to the station.
He yielded with difficulty-but with how little suspicion that all the time I wished him gone! I went to bed only to lie listening for my uncle's return. It was long past midnight ere he came.
In the morning I sent Penny to order the phaeton, and then ran to my uncle's room, in the hope he would want to see John before he left: I was not sure he had realized that he was going.
He was neither in his bed-room nor in the study. I went to the stable. Dick was putting the horse to the phaeton. He told me he had heard his master, two hours before, saddle Thanatos, and ride away. This made me yet more anxious about him. He did not often ride out early-seldom indeed after coming home late! Things seemed to threaten complication!
John looked so much better, and was so eager after the projected interview with his lawyer, that I felt comforted concerning him. I did not tell him what my uncle had said the night before. It would, I felt, be wrong to mention what my uncle might wish forgotten; and as I did not know what he meant, it could serve no end. We parted at the station very much as if we had been married half a century, and I
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