So they stood still on the edge of the drive, and the carriage drew near. It was a landau, and the sun shone in upon Lord Mountclere, with Lady Mountclere sitting beside him, like Abishag beside King David.
Very blithe looked the viscount, for he rode upon a cherub to-day.
She appeared fresh, rosy, and strong, but dubious; though if mien was anything, she was a viscountess twice over. Her dress was of a dove-coloured material, with a bonnet to match, a little tufted white feather resting on the top, like a truce-flag between the blood of noble and vassal. Upon the cool grey of her shoulders hung a few locks of hair, toned warm as fire by the sunshiny addition to its natural hue.
Chickerel instinctively took off his hat; Sol did the same.
For only a moment did Ethelberta seem uncertain how to act. But a solution to her difficulty was given by the face of her brother.
There she saw plainly at one glance more than a dozen speeches would have told--for Sol's features thoroughly expressed his intention that to him she was to be a stranger. Her eyes flew to Chickerel, and he slightly shook his head. She understood them now. With a tear in her eye for her father, and a sigh in her bosom for Sol, she bowed in answer to their salute; her husband moved his hat and nodded, and the carriage rolled on. Lord Mountclere might possibly be making use of the fine morning in showing her the park and premises. Chickerel, with a moist eye, now went on with his son towards the highroad. When they reached the lodge, the lodge-keeper was walking in the sun, smoking his pipe. 'Good morning,' he said to Chickerel.
'Any rejoicings at the Court to-day?' the butler inquired.
'Quite the reverse. Not a soul there. 'Tisn't knowed anywhere at all. I had no idea of such a thing till he brought my lady here.
Not going off, neither. They've come home like the commonest couple in the land, and not even the bells allowed to ring.'
They walked along the public road, and the carrier came in view.
'Father,' said Sol, 'I don't think I'll go further with you. She's gone into the house; and suppose she should run back without him to try to find us? It would be cruel to disappoint her. I'll bide about here for a quarter of an hour, in case she should. Mr. Julian won't have passed Corvsgate till I get there.'
'Well, one or two of her old ways may be left in her still, and it is not a bad thought. Then you will walk the rest of the distance if you don't meet Mr. Julian? I must be in London by the evening.'
'Any time to-night will do for me. I shall not begin work until to-morrow, so that the four o'clock train will answer my purpose.'
Thus they parted, and Sol strolled leisurely back. The road was quite deserted, and he lingered by the park fence.
'Sol!' said a bird-like voice; 'how did you come here?'
He looked up, and saw a figure peering down upon him from the top of the park wall, the ground on the inside being higher than the road.
The speaker was to the expected Ethelberta what the moon is to the sun, a star to the moon. It was Picotee.
'Hullo, Picotee!' said Sol.
'There's a little gate a quarter of a mile further on,' said Picotee. 'We can meet there without your passing through the big lodge. I'll be there as soon as you.'
Sol ascended the hill, passed through the second gate, and turned back again, when he met Picotee coming forward under the trees.
They walked together in this secluded spot.
'Berta says she wants to see you and father,' said Picotee breathlessly. 'You must come in and make yourselves comfortable.
She had no idea you were here so secretly, and she didn't know what to do.'
'Father's gone,' said Sol.
'How vexed she will be! She thinks there is something the matter--that you are angry with her for not telling you earlier. But you will come in, Sol?'
'No, I can't come in,' said her brother.
'Why not? It is such a big house, you can't think. You need not come near the front apartments, if you think we shall be ashamed of you in your working clothes. How came you not to dress up a bit, Sol? Still, Berta won't mind it much. She says Lord Mountclere must take her as she is, or he is kindly welcome to leave her.'
'Ah, well! I might have had a word or two to say about that, but the time has gone by for it, worse luck. Perhaps it is best that Ihave said nothing, and she has had her way. No, I shan't come in, Picotee. Father is gone, and I am going too.'
'O Sol!'
'We are rather put out at her acting like this--father and I and all of us. She might have let us know about it beforehand, even if she is a lady and we what we always was. It wouldn't have let her down so terrible much to write a line. She might have learnt something that would have led her to take a different step.'
'But you will see poor Berta? She has done no harm. She was going to write long letters to all of you to-day, explaining her wedding, and how she is going to help us all on in the world.'
Sol paused irresolutely. 'No, I won't come in,' he said. 'It would disgrace her, for one thing, dressed as I be; more than that, Idon't want to come in. But I should like to see her, if she would like to see me; and I'll go up there to that little fir plantation, and walk up and down behind it for exactly half-an-hour. She can come out to me there.' Sol had pointed as he spoke to a knot of young trees that hooded a knoll a little way off.
'I'll go and tell her,' said Picotee.
'I suppose they will be off somewhere, and she is busy getting ready?'
'O no. They are not going to travel till next year. Ethelberta does not want to go anywhere; and Lord Mountclere cannot endure this changeable weather in any place but his own house.'
'Poor fellow!'
'Then you will wait for her by the firs? I'll tell her at once.'
Picotee left him, and Sol went across the glade.
