"Alas! mistress, this do seem a sorry ending after all that hath been betwixt you twain.Bethink thee now, doth thine heart whisper no excuse for him? dost verily hate him for whom thou hast waited so long? Oh, weary world!""Hate him, Reicht? I would not harm a hair of his head for all that is in nature; but look on him I cannot; I have taken a horror of him.Oh! when I think of all I have suffered for him, and what I came here this night to do for him, and brought my own darling to kiss him and call him father.Ah, Luke, my poor chap, my wound showeth me thine.I have thought too little of thy pangs, whose true affection I despised; and now my own is despised, Reicht, if the poor lad was here now, he would have a good chance.""Well, he is not far off," said Reicht Heynes; but somehow she did not say it with alacrity.
"Speak not to me of any man," said Margaret bitterly; "I hate them all.""For the sake of one?"
"Flout me not, but prithee go forward, and get me what is my own, my sole joy in the world.Thou knowest I am on thorns till I have him to my bosom again."Reicht went forward; Margaret sat by the roadside and covered her face with her apron, and rocked herself after the manner of her country, for her soul was full of bitterness and grief.So severe, indeed, was the internal conflict, that she did not hear Reicht running back to her, and started violently when the young woman laid a hand upon her shoulder.
"Mistress Margaret!" said Reicht quietly, "take a fool's advice that loves ye.Go softly to yon cave, wi' all the ears and eyes your mother ever gave you.""Why? Reicht?" stammered Margaret.
"I thought the cave was afire, 'twas so light inside; and there were voices.""Voices?"
"Ay, not one, but twain, and all unlike - a man's and a little child's talking as pleasant as you and me.I am no great hand at a keyhole for my part, 'tis paltry work; but if so be voices were a talking in yon cave, and them that owned those voices were so near to me as those are to thee, I'd go on all fours like a fox, and I'd crawl on my belly like a serpent, ere I'd lose one word that passes atwixt those twain.""Whisht, Reicht! Bless thee! Bide thou here.Buss me! Pray for me!"And almost ere the agitated words had left her lips, Margaret was flying towards the hermitage as noiselessly as a lapwing.
Arrived near it, she crouched, and there was something truly serpentine in the gliding, flexible, noiseless movements by which she reached the very door, and there she found a chink, and listened.And often it cost her a struggle not to burst in upon them; but warned by defeat, she was cautious, and resolute, let well alone, And after a while, slowly and noiselessly she reared her head, like a snake its crest, to where she saw the broadest chink of all, and looked with all her eyes and soul, as well as listened.
The little boy then being asked whether he had no daddy, at first shook his head, and would say nothing; but being pressed he suddenly seemed to remember something, and said he, "Dad-da ill man; run away and left poor mum-ma."She who heard this winced.It was as new to her as to Clement.
