'Only once,Fred!On my honour,only once.The Duke is a fairly good husband,I repeat.But you deserve punishment for this night's trick of drawing me out.What does it mean?''Harriet,dearest,is this fair or honest?Is it not notorious that your life with him is a sad one--that,in spite of the sweetness of your temper,the sourness of his embitters your days.I have come to know if I can help you.You are a Duchess,and I am Fred Ogbourne;but it is not impossible that I may be able to help you ...By God!
the sweetness of that tongue ought to keep him civil,especially when there is added to it the sweetness of that face!''Captain Ogbourne!'she exclaimed,with an emphasis of playful fear.
'How can such a comrade of my youth behave to me as you do?Don't speak so,and stare at me so!Is this really all you have to say?Isee I ought not to have come.'Twas thoughtlessly done.'Another breeze broke the thread of discourse for a time.
'Very well.I perceive you are dead and lost to me,'he could next be heard to say,'"Captain Ogbourne"proves that.As I once loved you I love you now,Harriet,without one jot of abatement;but you are not the woman you were--you once were honest towards me;and now you conceal your heart in made-up speeches.Let it be:I can never see you again.''You need not say that in such a tragedy tone,you silly.You may see me in an ordinary way--why should you not?But,of course,not in such a way as this.I should not have come now,if it had not happened that the Duke is away from home,so that there is nobody to check my erratic impulses.''When does he return?'
'The day after to-morrow,or the day after that.''Then meet me again to-morrow night.'
'No,Fred,I cannot.'
'If you cannot to-morrow night,you can the night after;one of the two before he comes please bestow on me.Now,your hand upon it!
To-morrow or next night you will see me to bid me farewell!'He seized the Duchess's hand.
'No,but Fred--let go my hand!What do you mean by holding me so?
If it be love to forget all respect to a woman's present position in thinking of her past,then yours may be so,Frederick.It is not kind and gentle of you to induce me to come to this place for pity of you,and then to hold me tight here.''But see me once more!I have come two thousand miles to ask it.''O,I must not!There will be slanders--Heaven knows what!I cannot meet you.For the sake of old times don't ask it.'
'Then own two things to me;that you did love me once,and that your husband is unkind to you often enough now to make you think of the time when you cared for me.'
'Yes--I own them both,'she answered faintly.'But owning such as that tells against me;and I swear the inference is not true.'
'Don't say that;for you have come--let me think the reason of your coming what I like to think it.It can do you no harm.Come once more!'He still held her hand and waist.'Very well,then,'she said.
'Thus far you shall persuade me.I will meet you to-morrow night or the night after.Now,let me go.'He released her,and they parted.The Duchess ran rapidly down the hill towards the outlying mansion of Shakeforest Towers,and when he had watched her out of sight,he turned and strode off in the opposite direction.All then was silent and empty as before.
Yet it was only for a moment.When they had quite departed,another shape appeared upon the scene.He came from behind the trilithon.
He was a man of stouter build than the first,and wore the boots and spurs of a horseman.Two things were at once obvious from this phenomenon:that he had watched the interview between the Captain and the Duchess;and that,though he probably had seen every movement of the couple,including the embrace,he had been too remote to hear the reluctant words of the lady's conversation--or,indeed,any words at all--so that the meeting must have exhibited itself to his eye as the assignation of a pair of well-agreed lovers.But it was necessary that several years should elapse before the shepherd-boy was old enough to reason out this.
The third individual stood still for a moment,as if deep in meditation.He crossed over to where the lady and gentleman had stood,and looked at the ground;then he too turned and went away in a third direction,as widely divergent as possible from those taken by the two interlocutors.His course was towards the highway;and a few minutes afterwards the trot of a horse might have been heard upon its frosty surface,lessening till it died away upon the ear.
The boy remained in the hut,confronting the trilithon as if he expected yet more actors on the scene,but nobody else appeared.How long he stood with his little face against the loophole he hardly knew;but he was rudely awakened from his reverie by a punch in his back,and in the feel of it he familiarly recognized the stem of the old shepherd's crook.
'Blame thy young eyes and limbs,Bill Mills--now you have let the fire out,and you know I want it kept in!I thought something would go wrong with 'ee up here,and I couldn't bide in bed no more than thistledown on the wind,that I could not!Well,what's happened,fie upon 'ee?''Nothing.'
'Ewes all as I left 'em?'
'Yes.'
'Any lambs want bringing in?'
'No.'
The shepherd relit the fire,and went out among the sheep with a lantern,for the moon was getting low.Soon he came in again.
'Blame it all--thou'st say that nothing have happened;when one ewe have twinned and is like to go off,and another is dying for want of half an eye of looking to!I told 'ee,Bill Mills,if anything went wrong to come down and call me;and this is how you have done it.'
'You said I could go to sleep for a hollerday,and I did.'
'Don't you speak to your betters like that,young man,or you'll come to the gallows-tree!You didn't sleep all the time,or you wouldn't have been peeping out of that there hole!Now you can go home,and be up here again by breakfast-time.I be an old man,and there's old men that deserve well of the world;but no I--must rest how I can!'The elder shepherd then lay down inside the hut,and the boy went down the hill to the hamlet where he dwelt.
