Aunt Rachel Part 3

The figure in its tight-fitting bodice looked like that of a girl of seventeen, but the stature was no more than that of a well-grown girl of twelve. The movement with which she had arisen and the att.i.tude she took were full of life and vivacity. His lords.h.i.+p was so taken aback by the extraordinary mixture of age and girlishness she presented that he stared for a second or two unlike a man of the world, and only recovered himself by an effort.

"Set up the ladder here, Joseph," he said, pointing with the billhook to indicate the place. Joseph set down the ladder on the pathway, and leaning it across the close-clipped privet hedge where numberless small staring eyes of white wood betrayed the recent presence of the shears, he propped it against the stout limb of a well-pruned apple-tree. His lords.h.i.+p, somewhat ostentatiously avoiding the eye of the inmate of the cottage, tucked his saw and his billhook under his left arm and mounted slowly, while Joseph made a great show of steadying the ladder. The little old woman opened the garden gate with a click and slipped into the roadway. His lords.h.i.+p hung his saw upon a rung of the ladder, and leaning a little over took a grasp of the bough of a sweeping laburnum which overhung the road.

"My lord," said a quick, thin voice, which in its blending of the characteristics of youth and age matched strangely with the speaker's aspect, "this tenement and its surrounding grounds are my freehold. I cannot permit your lords.h.i.+p to lay a mutilating hand upon them."

"G.o.d bless my soul!" said his lords.h.i.+p. "That's Rachel Blythe! That must be Rachel Blythe."

"Rachel Blythe at your lords.h.i.+p's service," said the little old lady.

She dropped a curt little courtesy, at once as young and as old as everything about her, and stood looking up at him, with drooping hands crossed upon the garden shears.

"G.o.d bless my soul! Dear me!" said his lords.h.i.+p. "Dear me! G.o.d bless my soul!" He came slowly down the ladder and, surrendering his billhook to Joseph, advanced and proffered a tremulous white hand. Miss Blythe accepted it with a second curt little courtesy, shook it once up and down and dropped it. "Welcome back to Heydon Hay, Miss Blythe," said the old n.o.bleman, with something of an air of gallantry. "You have long deprived us of your presence."

Perhaps Miss Blythe discerned a touch of badinage in his tone, and construed it as a mockery. She drew up her small figure in exaggerated dignity, and made much such a motion with her head and neck as a hen makes in walking.

"I have long been absent from Heydon Hay, my lord," she answered.

"My good man," turning upon Joseph, "you may remove that ladder. His lords.h.i.+p can have no use for it here."

"Oh, come, come, Miss Blythe," said his lords.h.i.+p. "Manorial rights, manorial rights. This laburnum overhangs the road and prevents people of an average height from pa.s.sing."

"If your lords.h.i.+p is aggrieved I must ask your lords.h.i.+p to secure a remedy in a legal manner."

"But really now. Observe, Miss Blythe, I can't walk under these boughs without knocking my hat off." He ill.u.s.trated this statement by walking under the boughs. His cap fell on the dusty road, and Joseph, having picked it up, returned it to him.

"Your lords.h.i.+p is above the average height," said Miss Blythe-- "considerably."

"No, no," the earl protested. "Not at all, not at all."

"I beg your lords.h.i.+p's pardon," said the little old lady, with stately politeness. "n.o.body," she added, "who was not profoundly disloyal would venture to describe the Queen's Most Excellent Majesty as undersized. I am but a barleycorn less in stature than her Most Excellent Majesty, and your lords.h.i.+p is yards taller than myself."

"My dear Miss Blythe--" his lords.h.i.+p began, with hands raised in protest against this statement.

"Your lords.h.i.+p will pardon me," Miss Blythe interposed, swiftly, "if I say that at my age--forgive me if I say at your lords.h.i.+p's also--the language of conventional gallantry is unbecoming."

The little old lady said this with so starched and prim an air, and through this there peeped so obvious a satisfaction in rebuking him upon such a theme, that his lords.h.i.+p had to flourish his handkerchief from his pocket to hide his laughter.

"I have pa.s.sed the last quarter of a century of my life," pursued Miss Blythe, "in an intimate if humble capacity in the service of a family of the loftiest n.o.bility. I am not unacquainted with the airs and graces of the higher powers, but between your lords.h.i.+p and myself, at our respective ages, I cannot permit them to be introduced."

His lords.h.i.+p had a fit of coughing which lasted him two or three minutes, and brought the tears to his eyes. Most people might have thought that the cough bore a suspicious resemblance to laughter, but no such idea occurred to Miss Blythe.

"You are quite right, Miss Blythe," said the old n.o.bleman, when he could trust himself to speak. He was twitching and twinkling with suppressed mirth, but he contained himself heroically. "I beg your pardon, and I promise that I will not again transgress in that manner. But really, that--that--fit of coughing has quite exhausted me for the moment. May I beg your permission to sit down?"

"Certainly, my lord," replied the little old lady, and in a bird-like fas.h.i.+on fluttered to the gate. It was not until she had reached the porch of the cottage that she became aware of the fact that the earl was following her. "Your lords.h.i.+p's pardon," she said then; "I will bring your lords.h.i.+p a chair into the garden. I am alone," she added, more prim and starched than ever, "and I have my reputation to consider."

Miss Blythe entered the cottage and returned with a chair, which she planted on the gravelled pathway. The old n.o.bleman sat down and took snuff, twitching and twinkling in humorous enjoyment.

"How long is it since you left us?" he asked. "It looks as if it were only yesterday."

"I have been absent from Heydon Hay for more than a quarter of a century," the little old lady answered.

"Ah!" said he, and for a full minute sat staring before him rather forlornly. He recovered himself with a slight shake and resumed the talk. "You maintain your reputation for cruelty, Miss Blythe?"

"For cruelty, my lord?" returned Miss Blythe, with a transparent pretence of not understanding him.

"Breaking hearts," said his lords.h.i.+p, "eh? I was elderly before you went away, you know, but I remember a disturbance--a disturbance." He rapped with the knuckles of his left hand on his white kerseymere waistcoat.

Miss Blythe tightened her lips and regarded him with an uncompromising air.

"Differences of s.e.x, alone, my lord," she said, with decision, "should preclude a continuance of this conversation."

"Should they?" asked the old n.o.bleman. "Do you really think so? I forget. I am a monument of old age, and I forget, but I fancy I used to think otherwise. You were the beauty of the place, you know. Is that a forbidden topic also?"

Miss Blythe blushed ever so little, but her curiously youthful eyes smiled, and it was plain she was not greatly displeased. The Earl of Barfield went quiet again, and again stared straight before him with a somewhat forlorn expression. The little old lady reminded him of her mother, and the remembrance of her mother reminded him of his own youth.

He woke up suddenly. "So you've come back?" he said, abruptly. "You've bought the cottage?"

"The freehold of the cottage was purchased for me by my dear mistress,"

said the little old lady. "I desired to end my days where I began them."

"H'm!" said my lord. "We're going to be neighbors? We _are_ neighbors.

We must dwell together in unity. Miss Blythe--we must dwell together in unity. I have my hands pretty full this afternoon, and I must go. I'll just trim these laburnums, and alter--"

"I beg your lords.h.i.+p's pardon," said Miss Blythe, with decision, "your lords.h.i.+p will do nothing of the sort."

"Eh? Oh, nonsense, nonsense! Must clear the footway. Must have the footway clear--really must. Besides, it improves the aspect of the garden. Always does. Decidedly improves it. Joseph Beaker, hold the ladder."

Talking thus, the old gentleman had arisen from his chair and had re-entered the roadway, but the little old lady skimmed past him and faced him at the foot of the ladder.

"If your lords.h.i.+p wants to cut trees," she said, "your lords.h.i.+p may cut your lords.h.i.+p's own."

"Up thee goest, gaffer," said Joseph, handing over the little old lady's head the billhook and the saw.

Miss Blythe turned upon him with terrible majesty.

"Joseph Beaker?" she said, regarding him inquiringly. "Ah! The pa.s.sage of six-and-twenty years has not improved your intellectual condition.

Take up that ladder, Joseph Beaker. If you should ever dare again to place it against a tree upon my freehold property I shall call the policeman. I will set man-traps," pursued the little old lady, shaking her curls vigorously at Joseph. "I will have spring-guns placed in the trees."

"Her's wuss than t'other un," mumbled the routed Joseph, as he shambled in his lop-sided fas.h.i.+on down the road. "I should ha' thought you could ha' done what you liked wi' a little un like that. I niver counted on being forced to flee afore a little un."

The earl said nothing, and Miss Blythe, satisfied that the retreat was real, had already gone back to her gardening.

CHAPTER III.

In the mean time the young man in the ta.s.selled cap and the patent-leathers had strolled leisurely in the opposite direction to that the earl had taken, and in a little while--still followed by the valet, who bore his painting tools--had climbed into a field knee-deep in gra.s.s which was ready for the scythe. At the bottom of this meadow ran a little purling stream, with a slant willow growing over it. In obedience to the young gentleman's instructions, the valet set down his burden here, and having received orders to return in an hour's time, departed.

The young gentleman sketched the willow and the brook in no very masterly fas.h.i.+on, but at a sort of hasty random, and tiring of his self-imposed task before half an hour was over, threw himself at length beside the brook, and there, lulled by the ripple of the water and the slumberous noise of insects, fell asleep. The valet's returning footsteps awoke him. He rolled over idly and lit a new cigar.

"Shall I take back the things to the Hall, sir?" asked the servant.

"Yes, take them back to the Hall," said the young gentleman, lazily.