Perhaps to break the truth to her? Why, ten to one, such was her infatuation, he would fail.Perhaps to keep up the illusion, to colour the raw facts; to help her to false ideas, while yet not plainly stating falsehoods? Well, he would see about that; he would also see about avoiding the girl.He saw about this last so well, that the next afternoon beheld him on his way to visit her.
In the meantime the girl had gone straight home, light as a bird, tremulous with joy, to the little cottage where she lived alone with a maiden aunt; and to that lady, a grim, sixty years old Scotchwoman, with a nodding head, communicated news of her encounter and invitation.
'A friend of his?' cried the aunt.'What like is he? What did ye say was his name?'
She was dead silent, and stared at the old woman darkling.
Then very slowly, 'I said he was my father's friend; I have invited him to my house, and come he shall,' she said; and with that she walked off to her room, where she sat staring at the wall all the evening.Miss M'Glashan, for that was the aunt's name, read a large bible in the kitchen with some of the joys of martyrdom.
It was perhaps half-past three when Dick presented himself, rather scrupulously dressed, before the cottage door; he knocked, and a voice bade him enter.The kitchen, which opened directly off the garden, was somewhat darkened by foliage; but he could see her as she approached from the far end to meet him.This second sight of her surprised him.
Her strong black brows spoke of temper easily aroused and hard to quiet; her mouth was small, nervous and weak; there was something dangerous and sulky underlying, in her nature, much that was honest, compassionate, and even noble.
'My father's name,' she said, 'has made you very welcome.'
And she gave him her hand, with a sort of curtsy.It was a pretty greeting, although somewhat mannered; and Dick felt himself among the gods.She led him through the kitchen to a parlour, and presented him to Miss M'Glashan.
'Esther,' said the aunt, 'see and make Mr.Naseby his tea.'
And as soon as the girl was gone upon this hospitable intent, the old woman crossed the room and came quite near to Dick as if in menace.
'Ye know that man?' she asked in an imperious whisper.
'Mr.Van Tromp?' said Dick.'Yes, I know him.'
'Well, and what brings ye here?' she said.'I couldn't save the mother - her that's dead - but the bairn!' She had a note in her voice that filled poor Dick with consternation.
'Man,' she went on, 'what is it now? Is it money?'
'My dear lady,' said Dick, 'I think you misinterpret my position.I am young Mr.Naseby of Naseby House.My acquaintance with Mr.Van Tromp is really very slender; I am only afraid that Miss Van Tromp has exaggerated our intimacy in her own imagination.I know positively nothing of his private affairs, and do not care to know.I met him casually in Paris - that is all.'
Miss M'Glashan drew along breath.'In Paris?' she said.
'Well, and what do you think of him? - what do ye think of him?' she repeated, with a different scansion, as Richard, who had not much taste for such a question, kept her waiting for an answer.
'I found him a very agreeable companion,' he said.
'Ay,' said she, 'did ye! And how does he win his bread?'
