The result of the explanation upon Anne was bitter self-reproach.
She was so sorry at having wronged the kindly soldier that next morning she went by herself to the down, and stood exactly where his tent had covered the sod on which he had lain so many nights, thinking what sadness he must have suffered because of her at the time of packing up and going away. After that she wiped from her eyes the tears of pity which had come there, descended to the house, and wrote an impulsive letter to him, in which occurred the following passages, indiscreet enough under the circumstances:--'I find all justice, all rectitude, on your side, John; and all impertinence, all inconsiderateness, on mine. I am so much convinced of your honour in the whole transaction, that I shall for the future mistrust myself in everything. And if it be possible, whenever I differ from you on any point I shall take an hour's time for consideration before I say that I differ. If I have lost your friendship, I have only myself to thank for it; but I sincerely hope that you can forgive.'
After writing this she went to the garden, where Bob was shearing the spring grass from the paths. 'What is John's direction?' she said, holding the sealed letter in her hand.
'Exonbury Barracks,' Bob faltered, his countenance sinking.
She thanked him and went indoors. When he came in, later in the day, he passed the door of her empty sitting-room and saw the letter on the mantelpiece. He disliked the sight of it. Hearing voices in the other room, he entered and found Anne and her mother there, talking to Cripplestraw, who had just come in with a message from Squire Derriman, requesting Miss Garland, as she valued the peace of mind of an old and troubled man, to go at once and see him.
'I cannot go,' she said, not liking the risk that such a visit involved.
An hour later Cripplestraw shambled again into the passage, on the same errand.
'Maister's very poorly, and he hopes that you'll come, Mis'ess Anne.
He wants to see 'ee very particular about the French.'
Anne would have gone in a moment, but for the fear that some one besides the farmer might encounter her, and she answered as before.
Another hour passed, and the wheels of a vehicle were heard.
Cripplestraw had come for the third time, with a horse and gig; he was dressed in his best clothes, and brought with him on this occasion a basket containing raisins, almonds, oranges, and sweet cakes. Offering them to her as a gift from the old farmer, he repeated his request for her to accompany him, the gig and best mare having been sent as an additional inducement.
'I believe the old gentleman is in love with you, Anne,' said her mother.
'Why couldn't he drive down himself to see me?' Anne inquired of Cripplestraw.
'He wants you at the house, please.'
'Is Mr. Festus with him?'
'No; he's away to Budmouth.'
'I'll go,' said she.
'And I may come and meet you?' said Bob.
'There's my letter--what shall I do about that?' she said, instead of answering him. 'Take my letter to the post-office, and you may come,' she added.
He said yes and went out, Cripplestraw retreating to the door till she should be ready.
'What letter is it?' said her mother.
'Only one to John,' said Anne. 'I have asked him to forgive my suspicions. I could do no less.'
'Do you want to marry HIM?' asked Mrs. Loveday bluntly.
'Mother!'
'Well; he will take that letter as an encouragement. Can't you see that he will, you foolish girl?'
Anne did see instantly. 'Of course!' she said. 'Tell Robert that he need not go.'
She went to her room to secure the letter. It was gone from the mantelpiece, and on inquiry it was found that the miller, seeing it there, had sent David with it to Budmouth hours ago. Anne said nothing, and set out for Oxwell Hall with Cripplestraw.
'William,' said Mrs. Loveday to the miller when Anne was gone and Bob had resumed his work in the garden, 'did you get that letter sent off on purpose?'
'Well, I did. I wanted to make sure of it. John likes her, and now 'twill be made up; and why shouldn't he marry her. I'll start him in business, if so be she'll have him.'
'But she is likely to marry Festus Derriman.'
'I don't want her to marry anybody but John,' said the miller doggedly.
'Not if she is in love with Bob, and has been for years, and he with her?' asked his wife triumphantly.
'In love with Bob, and he with her?' repeated Loveday.
'Certainly,' said she, going off and leaving him to his reflections.
When Anne reached the hall she found old Mr. Derriman in his customary chair. His complexion was more ashen, but his movement in rising at her entrance, putting a chair and shutting the door behind her, were much the same as usual.
