Lady Julia De Guest always lunched at one exactly, and it was not much past twelve when John Eames made his appearance at the cottage. He was of course told to stay, and of course said that he would stay. It had been his purpose to lunch with Lady Julia; but then he had not expected to find Lily Dale at the cottage. Lily herself would have been quite at her ease, protected by Lady Julia, and somewhat protected also by her own powers of fence, had it not been that Grace was there also. But Grace Crawley, from the moment that she had heard the description of the gentleman who looked out of the window with his glass in his eye, had by no means been at her ease. Lily saw at once that she could not be brought to join in any conversation, and both John and Lady Julia, in their ignorance of the matter in hand, made matters worse.
'So that was Major Grantly,' said John. 'I have heard of him before, Ithink. He is a son of the old archdeacon, is he not?'
'I don't know about old archdeacon,' said Lady Julia. 'The archdeacon is the son of the old bishop, whom I remember very well. And it is not so very long since the bishop died, either.'
'I wonder what he is doing at Allington,' said John.
'I think he knows my uncle,' said Lily.
'But he's going to call on your mother, he said.' Then Johnny remembered that the major had said something as to knowing Miss Crawley, and for the moment he was silent.
'I remember when they talked of making the son a bishop also,' said Lady Julia.
'What;--the same man who is now a major?' said Johnny.
'No, you goose. He is not the son of; he is the grandson. They were going to make the archdeacon a bishop, and I remember hearing that he was terribly disappointed. He is getting to be an old man now, Isuppose; and yet, dear me, how well I remember his father.'
'He didn't look like a bishop's son,' said Johnny.
'How does a bishop's son look,' Lily asked.
'I suppose he ought to have some sort of clerical tinge about him; but this fellow had nothing of that kind.'
'But then this fellow, as you call him,' said Lily, 'is only the son of an archdeacon.'
'That accounts for it, I suppose,' said Johnny.
But during all this time, Grace did not say a word, and Lily perceived it. Then she bethought herself as to what she had better do. Grace, she knew, could not be comfortable where she was. Nor, indeed, was it probable that Grace would be very comfortable in returning home. There could not be much ease for Grace till the coming meeting between her and Major Grantly should be over. But it would be better that Grace should go back to Allington at once; and better also, perhaps, for Major Grantly that it should be so. 'Lady Julia,' she said, 'I don't think we'll mind stopping for lunch today.'
'Nonsense, my dear; you promised.'
'I think we must break our promise; I do indeed. You mustn't be angry with us.' And Lily looked at Lady Julia, as though there were something which Lady Julia ought to understand, which she, Lily, could not quite explain. I fear that Lily was false, and intended her old friend to believe that she was running away because John Eames had come there.
'But you will be famished,' said Lady Julia.
'We shall live through it,' said Lily.
'It is out of the question that I should let you walk all the way here from Allington and all the way back without taking something.'
'We shall just be home in time for lunch if we go now,' said Lily. 'Will not that be the best, Grace?'
Grace hardly knew what would be best. She only knew that Major Grantly was at Allington, and that he had come thither to see her. The idea of hurrying back after him was unpleasant to her, and yet she was so flurried that she felt thankful to Lily for taking her away from the cottage. The matter was compromised at last. They remained for half-an-hour, and ate some biscuits and pretended to drink a glass of wine, and then they started. John Eames, who in truth believed that Lily Dale was running away from him, was by no means well pleased, and when the girls were gone, did not make himself so agreeable to his old friend as he should have done. 'What a fool I am to come here at all,' he said, throwing himself into an arm-chair as soon as the front door was closed.
'That's very civil to me, John!'
'You know what I mean, Lady Julia. I am a fool to come near her, until I can do so without thinking more of her than I do of any other girl in the country.'
'I don't think you have anything to complain of as yet,' said Lady Julia, who had in some sort perceived that Lily's retreat had been on Grace's account, and not on her own. 'It seems to me that Lily was very glad to see you, and when I told her that you were coming to stay here, and would be near them for some days, she seemed to be quite pleased;--she did indeed.'
'Then why did she run away the moment I came in?' said Johnny.
'I think it was something you said about the man who has gone to Allington.'
'What difference can the man make to her? The truth is, I despise myself;--I do indeed, Lady Julia. Only think of my meeting Crosbie at dinner the other day, and his having the impertinence to come up and shake hands with me.'
'I suppose he didn't say anything about what happened at the Paddington Station?'
'No; he didn't speak about that. I wish I knew whether she cares for him still. If I thought she did, I would never speak another word to her--I mean about myself. Of course I am not going to quarrel with them.
I am not such a fool as that.' Then Lady Julia tried to comfort him, and succeeded so far that he was induced to eat the mince veal that had been intended for the comfort and support of the two young ladies who had run away.
'Do you think it is he?' were the first words which Grace said when they were fairly on their way back together.
'I should think it must be. What other man can there be, of that sort, who would be likely to come to Allington to see you?'
'His coming is not likely. I cannot understand that he should come. He let me leave Silverbridge without seeing me--and I thought that he was quite right.'
