The house of her father's sister was a prison to Phyllis.She had quite recently undergone experience of its gloom;and when her father went on to direct her to pack what would be necessary for her to take,her heart died within her.In after years she never attempted to excuse her conduct during this week of agitation;but the result of her self-communing was that she decided to join in the scheme of her lover and his friend,and fly to the country which he had coloured with such lovely hues in her imagination.She always said that the one feature in his proposal which overcame her hesitation was the obvious purity and straightforwardness of his intentions.He showed himself to be so virtuous and kind;he treated her with a respect to which she had never before been accustomed;and she was braced to the obvious risks of the voyage by her confidence in him.
CHAPTER IV
It was on a soft,dark evening of the following week that they engaged in the adventure.Tina was to meet her at a point in the highway at which the lane to the village branched off.Christoph was to go ahead of them to the harbour where the boat lay,row it round the Nothe--or Look-out as it was called in those days--and pick them up on the other side of the promontory,which they were to reach by crossing the harbour-bridge on foot,and climbing over the Look-out hill.
As soon as her father had ascended to his room she left the house,and,bundle in hand,proceeded at a trot along the lane.At such an hour not a soul was afoot anywhere in the village,and she reached the junction of the lane with the highway unobserved.Here she took up her position in the obscurity formed by the angle of a fence,whence she could discern every one who approached along the turnpike-road,without being herself seen.
She had not remained thus waiting for her lover longer than a minute--though from the tension of her nerves the lapse of even that short time was trying--when,instead of the expected footsteps,the stage-coach could be heard descending the hill.She knew that Tina would not show himself till the road was clear,and waited impatiently for the coach to pass.Nearing the corner where she was it slackened speed,and,instead of going by as usual,drew up within a few yards of her.A passenger alighted,and she heard his voice.It was Humphrey Gould's.
He had brought a friend with him,and luggage.The luggage was deposited on the grass,and the coach went on its route to the royal watering-place.
'I wonder where that young man is with the horse and trap?'said her former admirer to his companion.'I hope we shan't have to wait here long.I told him half-past nine o'clock precisely.'
'Have you got her present safe?'
'Phyllis's?O,yes.It is in this trunk.I hope it will please her.'
'Of course it will.What woman would not be pleased with such a handsome peace-offering?'
'Well--she deserves it.I've treated her rather badly.But she has been in my mind these last two days much more than I should care to confess to everybody.Ah,well;I'll say no more about that.It cannot be that she is so bad as they make out.I am quite sure that a girl of her good wit would know better than to get entangled with any of those Hanoverian soldiers.I won't believe it of her,and there's an end on't.'
More words in the same strain were casually dropped as the two men waited;words which revealed to her,as by a sudden illumination,the enormity of her conduct.The conversation was at length cut off by the arrival of the man with the vehicle.The luggage was placed in it,and they mounted,and were driven on in the direction from which she had just come.
Phyllis was so conscience-stricken that she was at first inclined to follow them;but a moment's reflection led her to feel that it would only be bare justice to Matthaus to wait till he arrived,and explain candidly that she had changed her mind--difficult as the struggle would be when she stood face to face with him.She bitterly reproached herself for having believed reports which represented Humphrey Gould as false to his engagement,when,from what she now heard from his own lips,she gathered that he had been living full of trust in her.But she knew well enough who had won her love.
Without him her life seemed a dreary prospect,yet the more she looked at his proposal the more she feared to accept it--so wild as it was,so vague,so venturesome.She had promised Humphrey Gould,and it was only his assumed faithlessness which had led her to treat that promise as nought.His solicitude in bringing her these gifts touched her;her promise must be kept,and esteem must take the place of love.She would preserve her self-respect.She would stay at home,and marry him,and suffer.
Phyllis had thus braced herself to an exceptional fortitude when,a few minutes later,the outline of Matthaus Tina appeared behind a field-gate,over which he lightly leapt as she stepped forward.
There was no evading it,he pressed her to his breast.
'It is the first and last time!'she wildly thought as she stood encircled by his arms.
How Phyllis got through the terrible ordeal of that night she could never clearly recollect.She always attributed her success in carrying out her resolve to her lover's honour,for as soon as she declared to him in feeble words that she had changed her mind,and felt that she could not,dared not,fly with him,he forbore to urge her,grieved as he was at her decision.Unscrupulous pressure on his part,seeing how romantically she had become attached to him,would no doubt have turned the balance in his favour.But he did nothing to tempt her unduly or unfairly.
On her side,fearing for his safety,she begged him to remain.This,he declared,could not be.'I cannot break faith with my friend,'
said he.Had he stood alone he would have abandoned his plan.But Christoph,with the boat and compass and chart,was waiting on the shore;the tide would soon turn;his mother had been warned of his coming;go he must.
