第9章 THE FIRST COUNTESS OF WESSEX(8)

Dornell appeared suspicious,but observing that the cottage had no back-door,and that Betty could not escape without being seen,she allowed the carriage to be stopped.Betty ran back and entered the cottage,emerging again in about a minute,and resuming her seat in the carriage.As they drove on she fixed her eyes upon her mother and said,'There,I have done it now!'Her pale face was stormy,and her eyes full of waiting tears.

'What have you done?'said Mrs.Dornell.

'Nanny Priddle is sick of the smallpox,and I saw her at the window,and I went in and kissed her,so that I might take it;and now Ishall have it,and he won't be able to come near me!'

'Wicked girl!'cries her mother.'Oh,what am I to do!What--bring a distemper on yourself,and usurp the sacred prerogative of God,because you can't palate the man you've wedded!'

The alarmed woman gave orders to drive home as rapidly as possible,and on arriving,Betty,who was by this time also somewhat frightened at her own enormity,was put into a bath,and fumigated,and treated in every way that could be thought of to ward off the dreadful malady that in a rash moment she had tried to acquire.

There was now a double reason for isolating the rebellious daughter and wife in her own chamber,and there she accordingly remained for the rest of the day and the days that followed;till no ill results seemed likely to arise from her wilfulness.

Meanwhile the first letter from Reynard,announcing to Mrs.Dornell and her husband jointly that he was coming in a few days,had sped on its way to Falls-Park.It was directed under cover to Tupcombe,the confidential servant,with instructions not to put it into his master's hands till he had been refreshed by a good long sleep.

Tupcombe much regretted his commission,letters sent in this way always disturbing the Squire;but guessing that it would be infinitely worse in the end to withhold the news than to reveal it,he chose his time,which was early the next morning,and delivered the missive.

The utmost effect that Mrs.Dornell had anticipated from the message was a peremptory order from her husband to Reynard to hold aloof a few months longer.What the Squire really did was to declare that he would go himself and confront Reynard at Bristol,and have it out with him there by word of mouth.

'But,master,'said Tupcombe,'you can't.You cannot get out of bed.'

'You leave the room,Tupcombe,and don't say "can't"before me!

Have Jerry saddled in an hour.'

The long-tried Tupcombe thought his employer demented,so utterly helpless was his appearance just then,and he went out reluctantly.

No sooner was he gone than the Squire,with great difficulty,stretched himself over to a cabinet by the bedside,unlocked it,and took out a small bottle.It contained a gout specific,against whose use he had been repeatedly warned by his regular physician,but whose warning he now cast to the winds.

He took a double dose,and waited half an hour.It seemed to produce no effect.He then poured out a treble dose,swallowed it,leant back upon his pillow,and waited.The miracle he anticipated had been worked at last.It seemed as though the second draught had not only operated with its own strength,but had kindled into power the latent forces of the first.He put away the bottle,and rang up Tupcombe.

Less than an hour later one of the housemaids,who of course was quite aware that the Squire's illness was serious,was surprised to hear a bold and decided step descending the stairs from the direction of Mr.Dornell's room,accompanied by the humming of a tune.She knew that the doctor had not paid a visit that morning,and that it was too heavy to be the valet or any other man-servant.

Looking up,she saw Squire Dornell fully dressed,descending toward her in his drab caped riding-coat and boots,with the swinging easy movement of his prime.Her face expressed her amazement.

'What the devil beest looking at?'said the Squire.'Did you never see a man walk out of his house before,wench?'

Resuming his humming--which was of a defiant sort--he proceeded to the library,rang the bell,asked if the horses were ready,and directed them to be brought round.Ten minutes later he rode away in the direction of Bristol,Tupcombe behind him,trembling at what these movements might portend.

They rode on through the pleasant woodlands and the monotonous straight lanes at an equal pace.The distance traversed might have been about fifteen miles when Tupcombe could perceive that the Squire was getting tired--as weary as he would have been after riding three times the distance ten years before.However,they reached Bristol without any mishap,and put up at the Squire's accustomed inn.Dornell almost immediately proceeded on foot to the inn which Reynard had given as his address,it being now about four o'clock.

Reynard had already dined--for people dined early then--and he was staying indoors.He had already received Mrs.Dornell's reply to his letter;but before acting upon her advice and starting for King's-Hintock he made up his mind to wait another day,that Betty's father might at least have time to write to him if so minded.The returned traveller much desired to obtain the Squire's assent,as well as his wife's,to the proposed visit to his bride,that nothing might seem harsh or forced in his method of taking his position as one of the family.But though he anticipated some sort of objection from his father-in-law,in consequence of Mrs.Dornell's warning,he was surprised at the announcement of the Squire in person.