“She won’t blame you,” Philip said. “What have you done about the chestnut?”
“I’ve left him with Fleet, but he’ll have to be shot, Mr Philip, no question! Only I dursn’t do it without I’m ordered to!”
“You may say that I ordered you to shoot the poor brute.”
“Yes, sir. Thank’ee, sir. But it’ll go to my heart to do it!” said Scholes. “Such a prime bit of blood and bone as he is! What can have come over Mr Torquil to cram him at the wall, like he must have done, I’ll never know!”
He then withdrew, sadly shaking his head, and Philip, looking at Kate, said grimly: “This, I fancy, is where we kick the beam. It will be all over the county by tomorrow.” He glanced at Mrs Nidd, saying, with a wry smile: “What a moment for your arrival! I feel I ought to beg your pardon!”
“Well, I hope you won’t, sir. It’s for me to beg yours, if my lady is laid up, which I didn’t know, or I wouldn’t have come—not until she was in better cue, that is!”
“But I told you, Sarah, in the letter which I gave to you, Phil—Cousin Philip!—asking you to make sure it was taken to the Post Office!” Kate exclaimed.
He regarded her in some amusement. “Yes, but, although the posts are much improved, I hardly think Mrs Nidd could have received a letter sent off yesterday in time to have caught the night-coach to Market Harborough!”
“Good God, was it only two days ago that I wrote it?” said Kate, pressing her hands to her temples. “It seems an age!”
“The only letter I’ve had from you, Miss Kate, barring the first one you wrote, was the scratch of a note Mr Nidd brought me,” said Sarah. “And, to give credit where it’s due, he brought it to Polly’s house as soon as he got off the coach! What’s more, I didn’t hear a word out of him about being fed on pig swill. Pig swill indeed! I don’t say Tom’s wife has got my hand with pastry, but I hope you know me better, Miss Kate, than to suppose I’d leave Father to someone who doesn’t dress meat any better than—than—”
“Than I do!” supplied Kate, with the glimmer of a smile. “But if you haven’t read the letter I wrote two days ago, you can’t know that—that I have become engaged to Mr Philip Broome!”
“I’ve got eyes in my head!” retorted Mrs Nidd, with asperity. “Not but what it was Father nudged me on! You may say what you like, Miss Kate, but Father’s got a deal of rumgumption—for all the twittiness!”
“But I never said that he hadn’t! I have the greatest respect for Mr Nidd!” said Kate demurely.
“So have I,” said Mr Philip Broome. “I thought him a truly estimable old gentleman! What did he tell you, Mrs Nidd?”
“Well, sir, if you’ll pardon the expression, he said the pair of you was smelling of April and May!” replied Sarah apologetically. “He took a great fancy to you, sir—which is a thing he don’t often do!—and I’d like to wish you both very happy, for I can see you’re just the man for Miss Kate! Which I never thought to see, and which makes me as happy as a grig!”
In proof of this statement, she dissolved into tears; but soon recovered, and went upstairs with Kate to make the acquaintance of Mrs Thorne. On the way, Kate hurriedly put her in possession of such facts as it was desirable she should know, to all of which Sarah responded calmly that there was no need for her to trouble herself.
So, indeed, it proved. After a ceremonious beginning, which made Kate quake, perceptible signs of thaw set in: a circumstance attributable on the one hand to Mrs Thorne’s warm praise of Miss Kate; and on the other to the keen, if spurious, interest Mrs Nidd showed in the delicacy of Mrs Thorne’s constitution. When Kate wondered (audibly) whether, perhaps, she ought to inform Sidlaw of Mrs Nidd’s arrival, Mrs Thorne not only said that Miss Sidlaw (for all the airs she gave herself) had nothing to do with any of the household arrangements, but offered to have the bed made up in the small room, adjoining Kate’s. She then made Sarah free of her little parlour, and said that it would be quite like old times to entertain a visitor to dinner in the Room. “Before Sir Timothy took ill,” she said impressively, “there was often above twenty visiting dressers and valets to be catered for. Oh, dear me, yes! But her ladyship has given up entertaining, so you’ll find us a small company, ma’am. There’s only me, and Mr Pennymore, and Tenby. And Miss Sidlaw, of course. But Miss Sidlaw and me are not speaking.”
After this awful pronouncement, she led the way to the little room beside Kate’s, and said she would have Mrs Nidd’s baggage sent up immediately. Then she withdrew, whereupon Kate hugged Sarah convulsively, saying: “Oh, Sarah, I’m so glad you’ve come! You don’t know how glad I am!”
“Well, if I don’t it’s no fault of yours, dearie!” said Sarah, patting her soothingly. “The idea of you coming hurtling down the stairs, screeching “Sarah!” like a regular romp! Whatever must they all have thought of you? A pretty way to behave, Miss Kate! As though I’d never taught you better! Now, just you give over, and tell Sarah what’s the matter!”
Thus adjured, Kate gave a shaky laugh, and took her to her own room, where they would be safe from interruption until Ellen came up to dress her for dinner. “Which won’t be nearly long enough for me to tell you the things I tried to write, in the letter Mr Philip Broome dispatched for me, and found I couldn’t. Sarah, my aunt intercepted my letters to you!”
“Yes,” said Mrs Nidd grimly. “So Father told me! That’s why I came! That, and him saying that things didn’t smell right to him. But what I don’t know is why she should have done so, and Father, for all he thinks himself so long-headed, don’t know either! So what with that, and me being uneasy in my mind ever since her ladyship took you away, Miss Kate, I thought that the sooner I came to see for myself the better!”
“I think it was to make a breach between us. I haven’t asked her: after what passed between us today, it isn’t—it doesn’t seem to me to be important any longer. She—she brought me here to—to marry me to my cousin Torquil, Sarah!”
“Well,” said Sarah, “I won’t deny that when you wrote that he was the most beautiful young man you’d ever seen I did hope you and he would make a match of it, but now that I’ve seen him I do hope you won’t marry him, love—which it stands to reason you can’t, being as how you’ve accepted Mr Philip Broome’s offer—for a more whisky-frisky, nasty-tempered young gentleman I trust I’ll never meet!”
“Oh, Sarah!” Kate whispered, covering her face with her hands. “It’s worse than that! Far, far worse! He—he ain’t in his right mind! And my aunt knows it—has known it for years! She told me so today: that’s why I put you to the blush when I hurtled down the stairs! I was feeling quite overpowered—my mind wholly overset! Philip told me, but I didn’t believe him—I couldn’t believe it possible that my aunt knew! But she did—she did! And the only thing she cares for is that he shall provide Staplewood with an heir! Before he has to be confined! She doesn’t care for poor Torquil—only for Staplewood! Sarah, she is a terrible woman, and I must get away from her! I must!”
“And so you shall, Miss Kate, never fear! It sounds to me as if she’s as queer in her attic as that son of hers is. Well, I didn’t like her, though I’d have been hard put to it to say why, for I’m sure she was very agreeable and condescending. And when I think that it was me writing to her which brought her down on you—which, mind you, I never would have done if Father hadn’t nudged me on!—I’m that sorry and mortified, love, that I don’t know how to ask you to forgive me!”
Kate raised her face, mistily smiling. “There’s nothing to forgive. If you hadn’t written to her, I might never have met Philip, and that would have been more dreadful than all the rest!” She heard the stable-clock striking the hour, and exclaimed: “Good God, it’s five o’clock already! We dine at six, and I must speak to Philip before we’re beset by Delabole! To tell him—ask him—You see, he doesn’t know that I’ve changed my mind—wish to leave Staplewood tomorrow! He has been urging me to let him take me to you at once, but I wouldn’t go while my aunt was unwell, and I thought I could be useful to her! For she has been very kind to me, Sarah! Whatever her motive was, I can’t forget that! But she won’t wish me to remain another day under this roof when she knows that Philip has made me an offer, and I’ve accepted it, and I can’t and I won’t go on deceiving her!”