He hastened down towards the stables, and she went on as directed.
It seemed as if he must have put in the horse himself, so quickly did he reappear with the phaeton on the open road.Margery silently took her seat, and the Baron seemed cut to the quick with self-reproach as he noticed the listless indifference with which she acted.There was no doubt that in her heart she had preferred obeying the apparently important mandate that morning to becoming Jim's wife; but there was no less doubt that had the Baron left her alone she would quietly have gone to the altar.
He drove along furiously, in a cloud of dust.There was much to contemplate in that peaceful Sunday morning--the windless trees and fields, the shaking sunlight, the pause in human stir.Yet neither of them heeded, and thus they drew near to the dairy.His first expressed intention had been to go indoors with her, but this he abandoned as impolitic in the highest degree.
'You may be soon enough,' he said, springing down, and helping her to follow.'Tell the truth: say you were sent for to receive a wedding present--that it was a mistake on my part--a mistake on yours; and Ithink they'll forgive...And, Margery, my last request to you is this: that if I send for you again, you do not come.Promise solemnly, my dear girl, that any such request shall be unheeded.'
Her lips moved, but the promise was not articulated.'O, sir, Icannot promise it!' she said at last.
'But you must; your salvation may depend on it!' he insisted almost sternly.'You don't know what I am.'
'Then, sir, I promise,' she replied.'Now leave me to myself, please, and I'll go indoors and manage matters.'
He turned the horse and drove away, but only for a little distance.
Out of sight he pulled rein suddenly.'Only to go back and propose it to her, and she'd come!' he murmured.
He stood up in the phaeton, and by this means he could see over the hedge.Margery still sat listlessly in the same place; there was not a lovelier flower in the field.'No,' he said; 'no, no--never!' He reseated himself, and the wheels sped lightly back over the soft dust to Mount Lodge.
Meanwhile Margery had not moved.If the Baron could dissimulate on the side of severity she could dissimulate on the side of calm.He did not know what had been veiled by the quiet promise to manage matters indoors.Rising at length she first turned away from the house; and, by-and-by, having apparently forgotten till then that she carried it in her hand, she opened the case, and looked at the locket.This seemed to give her courage.She turned, set her face towards the dairy in good earnest, and though her heart faltered when the gates came in sight, she kept on and drew near the door.
On the threshold she stood listening.The house was silent.
Decorations were visible in the passage, and also the carefully swept and sanded path to the gate, which she was to have trodden as a bride; but the sparrows hopped over it as if it were abandoned; and all appeared to have been checked at its climacteric, like a clock stopped on the strike.Till this moment of confronting the suspended animation of the scene she had not realized the full shock of the convulsion which her disappearance must have caused.It is quite certain--apart from her own repeated assurances to that effect in later years--that in hastening off that morning to her sudden engagement, Margery had not counted the cost of such an enterprise;while a dim notion that she might get back again in time for the ceremony, if the message meant nothing serious, should also be mentioned in her favour.But, upon the whole, she had obeyed the call with an unreasoning obedience worthy of a disciple in primitive times.A conviction that the Baron's life might depend upon her presence--for she had by this time divined the tragical event she had interrupted on the foggy morning--took from her all will to judge and consider calmly.The simple affairs of her and hers seemed nothing beside the possibility of harm to him.
A well-known step moved on the sanded floor within, and she went forward.That she saw her father's face before her, just within the door, can hardly be said: it was rather Reproach and Rage in a human mask.
'What! ye have dared to come back alive, hussy, to look upon the dupery you have practised on honest people! You've mortified us all;I don't want to see 'ee; I don't want to hear 'ee; I don't want to know anything!' He walked up and down the room, unable to command himself.'Nothing but being dead could have excused 'ee for not meeting and marrying that man this morning; and yet you have the brazen impudence to stand there as well as ever! What be you here for?'
'I've come back to marry Jim, if he wants me to,' she said faintly.
