He instantly suspected her of having formed an attachment for some hopeless ineligible, and asked her bluntly if she had matrimony in view.
‘Matrimony! Oh, no!’ she responded. ‘I daresay I shall never be married. I have another scheme-quite different!’ She added, in some confusion: ‘Excuse me on that head, if you please! I had not meant to speak of it, and must not! Pray do not regard it! Only tell me if you think-for perhaps you are better acquainted with her than I-that my grandmother will like to have me to live with her?’
He believed that there was nothing Lady Ingham would like less; but he believed also, and maliciously, that she would find it impossible to repulse her granddaughter; and he replied, smiling: ‘Why not?’
She looked relieved, but said very earnestly: ‘Every day I spend away from Austerby strengthens my resolve never to go back there! I was never so happy in my life before! You can’t understand how that should be so, I daresay, but I have felt, these last few days, as though I had escaped from a cage!’ Her solemnity vanished. ‘Oh! what a trite simile! Never mind!’
‘Very well,’ he said. ‘Keighley shall escort you to London as soon as the roads are passable.’
She thanked him, but said doubtfully: ‘And Tom?’
‘I shall send a message to his parents, when you are gone. Don’t you trust me? I shan’t leave him until I have handed him over to his father.’
‘Yes, indeed I trust you. I was wondering only whether I ought to accept so much help from you-using your chaise-depriving you of your groom!’ She added naively: ‘When I was not, at first, very civil to you!’
‘But you are never civil to me!’ he complained. ‘You began by giving me a heavy set-down, and you followed that with a handsome trimming! And now you threaten to deny me a chance to retrieve my character!’ He laughed, seeing her at a loss for words, and took her hand, and lightly kissed it. ‘Cry friends, Sparrow! Am I so very bad?’
‘No! I never said that, or thought it!’ she stammered. ‘How could I, when I scarcely knew you?’
‘Oh, this is worse than anything!’ he declared. ‘No sooner seen than disliked! I understand you perfectly: I have frequently met such persons-only I had not thought myself to have been one of them!’
Goaded, she retorted: ‘One does not, I believe!’ Then she immediately looked stricken, and faltered: ‘Oh, dear, my wretched tongue! I beg your pardon!’
The retort had made his eyes flash, but the look of dismay which so swiftly succeeded it disarmed him. ‘If ever I met such a chastening pair as you and Orde! What next will you find to say to me, I wonder? Unnecessary, I’m persuaded, to tell you not to spare me!’
‘Now that is the most shocking injustice!’ she exclaimed. ‘When Tom positively toad-eats you!’
‘Toad-eats me? You can know nothing of toadeaters if that is what you think!’ He directed a suddenly penetrating look at her, and asked abruptly: ‘Do you suppose that that is what I like? to be toad-eaten?’
She thought for a moment, and then said: ‘No, not precisely. It is, rather, what you expect, perhaps, without liking or disliking.’
‘You are mistaken! I neither expect it nor like it!’ She bowed her head, it might have been in acquiescence, but the ghost of a smile on her lips nettled him.
‘Upon my word, ma’am-!’ he said angrily, and there stopped, as she looked an inquiry. A reluctant laugh was dragged out of him. ‘I recall now that I was told that you were not just in the common way, Miss Marlow!’
‘Oh, no! Did someone indeed say that of me?’ she demanded, turning quite pink with pleasure. ‘Who was it? Oh, do pray, tell me!’
He shook his head, amused by her eagerness. It was such a mild compliment, yet here she was, all agog to learn its source, looking like a child tantalised by a toy held out of her reach. ‘Not I!’
She sighed. ‘How infamous of you! Were you hoaxing me?’
‘Not at all! Why should I?’
‘I don’t know, but it seems as though you might do so. People don’t say pretty things of me-or, if they do, I never heard of it.’ She pondered it. ‘Of course, it might mean that I was merely odd-in a gothic way,’ she said doubtfully.
‘Yes-or outrageous!’
‘No,’ she decided. ‘It couldn’t have meant that, because I wasn’t outrageous when I went to London. I behaved with perfect propriety-and insipidity.’
‘You may have behaved with propriety, but insipidity I cannot allow!’
‘Well, you thought so at the time!’ she said tartly. ‘And, to own the truth, I was insipid. Mama was watching me, you see.’
He remembered how silent and stupid she had appeared at Austerby, and said: ‘Yes, you must certainly escape from her. But not on the common stage, and not unescorted! Is that agreed?’
‘Thank you,’ she replied meekly. ‘I own it will be more comfortable to travel post. When shall I be able to set forward, do you think?’
‘I can’t tell that. No London vehicles have gone by yet, which leads me to suppose that the drifts must be lying pretty thick beyond Speenhamland. Wait until we have seen the Bristol Mail go past!’
‘I have a lowering presentiment that we shall see Mama’s travelling carriage instead-and it will not go past,’ stated Phoebe, in a hollow tone.
‘I pledge you my word you shan’t be dragged back to Austerby-and that you may depend on!’
‘What a very rash promise to make!’ she observed.
‘Yes, isn’t it? I am fully conscious of it, I assure you, but having given my word I am now hopelessly committed, and can only pray to heaven I may not find myself involved in any serious crime. You think I’m funning, don’t you? I’m not, and will immediately prove my good faith by engaging Alice’s services.’
‘Why, what can she do?’ demanded Phoebe.
‘Go with you as your maid, of course. Come, come, ma’am! After such a strict upbringing as you have endured is it for me to tell you that a young female of your quality may not travel without her abigail?’
‘Oh, what fustian!’ she exclaimed. ‘As though I cared for that!’
‘Very likely you do not, but Lady Ingham will, I promise you. Moreover, if the road should be worse than we expect you might be obliged to spend a night at some posting house, you know.’
This was unanswerable, but she said mutinously: ‘Well, if Alice doesn’t choose to go I shan’t regard such nonsensical stuff!’
‘Oh, now you are glaringly abroad! Alice will do precisely what I tell her to do,’ he replied, smiling.
The easy confidence with which he uttered these words made her hope very much that he would meet with a rebuff from Alice, but nothing so salutary happened. Learning that she was to accompany Miss to the Metropolis, Alice fell into blissful ecstasy, gazing upon Sylvester with incredulous wonder, and breathing reverently: ‘Lunnon!’ When it was disclosed to her that she should be given five pounds to spend, and her ticket on the stage for her return journey, she became incapable of speech for several minutes, being afeared, as she presently informed her awed parent, to bust her stay-laces.
The thaw set in, and with it arrived the errant ostler, full of hair-raising accounts of the state of the road. Mrs. Scaling told him darkly that he would be sorry presently that he had not made a push to return immediately to the Blue Boar; and when he learned what noble guests she was entertaining he was indeed sorry. But when he discovered that the stables had fallen under the governance of an autocrat who showed no disposition to abdicate in his favour, but, on the contrary, every disposition to set him to work harder than he had ever done, he was not so sorry. He might have missed handsome largesse, but he had also missed several days of being addressed as ‘my lad,’ and having his failings crisply pointed out to him, and being commanded to perform all over again such tasks as Keighley considered him to have scamped. Nor were his affronted sensibilities soothed by the treatment he received at Swale’s hands. Swale was forced to eat his dinner in the kitchen among the vulgar, but no power known to man could force him to notice the existence of a common ostler. So aloof was his demeanour, so disdainful his glance, that the ostler at first mistook him for his master. He discovered later that the Duke was more approachable.