Two on a Tower
plan is best. Though I only guess how one feels in such losses, to be
sure, for I never had nothing to lose.'
Meanwhile the observatory was not forgotten; nor that visitant of
singular shape and habits which had appeared in the sky from no one knew
whence, trailing its luminous streamer, and proceeding on its way in the
face of a wondering world, till it should choose to vanish as suddenly as
it had come.
When, about a month after the above dialogue took place, Swithin was
allowed to go about as usual, his first pilgrimage was to the Rings-Hill
Speer. Here he studied at leisure what he had come to see.
On his return to the homestead, just after sunset, he found his
grandmother and Hannah in a state of great concern. The former was
looking out for him against the evening light, her face showing itself
worn and rutted, like an old highway, by the passing of many days. Her
information was that in his absence Lady Constantine had called in her
driving-chair, to inquire for him. Her ladyship had wished to observe
the comet through the great telescope, but had found the door locked when
she applied at the tower. Would he kindly leave the door unfastened to-
morrow, she had asked, that she might be able to go to the column on the
following evening for the same purpose? She did not require him to
attend.
During the next day he sent Hannah with the key to Welland House, not
caring to leave the tower open. As evening advanced and the comet grew
distinct, he doubted if Lady Constantine could handle the telescope alone
with any pleasure or profit to herself. Unable, as a devotee to science,
to rest under this misgiving, he crossed the field in the furrow that he
had used ever since the corn was sown, and entered the plantation. His
unpractised mind never once guessed that her stipulations against his
coming might have existed along with a perverse hope that he would come.
On ascending he found her already there. She sat in the observing-chair:
the warm light from the west, which flowed in through the opening of the
dome, brightened her face, and her face only, her robes of sable lawn
rendering the remainder of her figure almost invisible.
'You have come!' she said with shy pleasure. 'I did not require you. But
never mind.' She extended her hand cordially to him.
Before speaking he looked at her with a great new interest in his eye. It
was the first time that he had seen her thus, and she was altered in more
than dress. A soberly-sweet expression sat on her face. It was of a
rare and peculiar shade--something that he had never seen before in
woman.
'Have you nothing to say?' she continued. 'Your footsteps were audible
to me from the very bottom, and I knew they were yours. You look almost
restored.'
'I am almost restored,' he replied, respectfully pressing her hand. 'A
reason for living arose, and I lived.'
'What reason?' she inquired, with a rapid blush.
He pointed to the rocket-like object in the western sky.
'Oh, you mean the comet. Well, you will never make a courtier! You
know, of course, what has happened to me; that I have no longer a
husband--have had none for a year and a half. Have you also heard that I
am now quite a poor woman? Tell me what you think of it.'
'I have thought very little of it since I heard that you seemed to mind
poverty but little. There is even this good in it, that I may now be
able to show you some little kindness for all those you have done me, my
dear lady.'
'Unless for economy's sake, I go and live abroad, at Dinan, Versailles,
or Boulogne.'
Swithin, who had never thought of such a contingency, was earnest in his
regrets; without, however, showing more than a sincere friend's
disappointment.
'I did not say it was absolutely necessary,' she continued. 'I have, in
fact, grown so homely and home-loving, I am so interested in the place
and the people here, that, in spite of advice, I have almost determined
not to let the house; but to continue the less business-like but
pleasanter alternative of living humbly in a part of it, and shutting up
the rest.'
'Your love of astronomy is getting as strong as mine!' he said ardently.
'You could not tear yourself away from the observatory!'
'You might have supposed me capable of a little human feeling as well as
scientific, in connection with the observatory.'
'Dear Lady Constantine, by admitting that your astronomer has also a part
of your interest--'
'Ah, you did not find it out without my telling!' she said, with a
playfulness which was scarcely playful, a new accession of pinkness being
visible in her face. 'I diminish myself in your esteem by reminding
you.'
'You might do anything in this world without diminishing yourself in my
esteem, after the goodness you have shown. And more than that, no
misrepresentation, no rumour, no damning appearance whatever would ever
shake my loyalty to you.'
'But you put a very matter-of-fact construction on my motives sometimes.
You see me in such a hard light that I have to drop hints in quite a
manoeuvring manner to let you know I am as sympathetic as other people. I
sometimes think you would rather have me die than have your equatorial
stolen. Confess that your admiration for me was based on my house and
position in the county! Now I am shorn of all that glory, such as it
was, and am a widow, and am poorer than my tenants, and can no longer buy
telescopes, and am unable, from the narrowness of my circumstances, to
mix in circles that people formerly said I adorned, I fear I have lost
the little hold I once had over you.'
'You are as unjust now as you have been generous hitherto,' said St.
Cleeve, with tears in his eyes at the gentle banter of the lady, which
he, poor innocent, read as her real opinions. Seizing her hand he
continued, in tones between reproach and anger, 'I swear to you that I
have but two devotions, two thoughts, two hopes, and two blessings in
this world, and that one of them is yourself!'
'And the other?'
'The pursuit of astronomy.'
'And astronomy stands first.'
'I have never ordinated two such dissimilar ideas. And why should you
deplore your altered circumstances, my dear lady? Your widowhood, if I
may take the liberty to speak on such a subject, is, though I suppose a
sadness, not perhaps an unmixed evil. For though your pecuniary troubles
have been discovered to the world and yourself by it, your happiness in
marriage was, as you have confided to me, not great; and you are now left
free as a bird to follow your own hobbies.'
'I wonder you recognize that.'
'But perhaps,' he added, with a sigh of regret, 'you will again fall a
prey to some man, some uninteresting country squire or other, and be lost
to the scientific world after all.'
'If I fall a prey to any man, it will not be to a country squire. But
don't go on with this, for heaven's sake! You may think what you like in
silence.'
'We are forgetting the comet,' said St. Cleeve. He turned, and set the
instrument in order for observation, and wheeled round the dome.
While she was looking at the nucleus of the fiery plume, that now filled
so large a space of the sky as completely to dominate it, Swithin dropped
his gaze upon the field, and beheld in the dying light a number of
labourers crossing directly towards the column.
'What do you see?' Lady Constantine asked, without ceasing to observe the
comet.
'Some of the work-folk are coming this way. I know what they are coming
for,--I promised to let them look at the comet through the glass.'
'They must not come up here,' she said decisively.
'They shall await your time.'
'I have a special reason for wishing them not to see me here. If you ask
why, I can tell you. They mistakenly suspect my interest to be less in
astronomy than in the astronomer, and they must have no showing for such
a wild notion. What can you do to keep them out?'
'I'll lock the door,' said Swithin. 'They will then think I am away.' He
ran down the staircase, and she could hear him hastily turning the key.
Lady Constantine sighed.
'What weakness, what weakness!' she said to herself. 'That envied power
of self-control, where is it? That power of concealment which a woman
should have--where? To run such risks, to come here alone,--oh, if it
were known! But I was always so,--always!'
She jumped up, and followed him downstairs.
XIII
He was standing immediately inside the door at the bottom, though it was
so dark she could hardly see him. The villagers were audibly talking
just without.
'He's sure to come, rathe or late,' resounded up the spiral in the vocal
note of Hezzy Biles. 'He wouldn't let such a fine show as the comet
makes to-night go by without peeping at it,--not Master Cleeve! Did ye
bring along the flagon, Haymoss? Then we'll sit down inside his little
board-house here, and wait. He'll come afore bed-time. Why, his spy-
glass will stretch out that there comet as long as Welland Lane!'
'I'd as soon miss the great peep-show that comes every year to Greenhill
Fair as a sight of such a immortal spectacle as this!' said Amos Fry.
'"Immortal spectacle,"--where did ye get that choice mossel, Haymoss?'
inquired Sammy Blore. 'Well, well, the Lord save good scholars--and take
just a bit o' care of them that bain't! As 'tis so dark in the hut,
suppose we draw out the bench into the front here, souls?'
The bench was accordingly brought forth, and in order to have a back to
lean against, they placed it exactly across the door into the spiral
staircase.
'Now, have ye got any backy? If ye haven't, I have,' continued Sammy
Blore. A striking of matches followed, and the speaker concluded
comfortably, 'Now we shall do very well.'
'And what do this comet mean?' asked Haymoss. 'That some great tumult is
going to happen, or that we shall die of a famine?'
'Famine--no!' said Nat Chapman. 'That only touches such as we, and the
Lord only consarns himself with born gentlemen. It isn't to be supposed
that a strange fiery lantern like that would be lighted up for folks with
ten or a dozen shillings a week and their gristing, and a load o' thorn
faggots when we can get 'em. If 'tis a token that he's getting hot about
the ways of anybody in this parish, 'tis about my Lady Constantine's,
since she is the only one of a figure worth such a hint.'
'As for her income,--that she's now lost.'
'Ah, well; I don't take in all I hear.'
Lady Constantine drew close to St. Cleeve's side, and whispered,
trembling, 'Do you think they will wait long? Or can we get out?'
Swithin felt the awkwardness of the situation. The men had placed the
bench close to the door, which, owing to the stairs within, opened
outwards; so that at the first push by the pair inside to release
themselves the bench must have gone over, and sent the smokers sprawling
on their faces. He whispered to her to ascend the column and wait till
he came.
'And have the dead man left her nothing? Hey? And have he carried his
inheritance into's grave? And will his skeleton lie warm on account o't?
Hee-hee!' said Haymoss.
''Tis all swallered up,' observed Hezzy Biles. 'His goings-on made her
miserable till 'a died, and if I were the woman I'd have my randys now.
He ought to have bequeathed to her our young gent, Mr. St. Cleeve, as
some sort of amends. I'd up and marry en, if I were she; since her
downfall has brought 'em quite near together, and made him as good as she
in rank, as he was afore in bone and breeding.'
'D'ye think she will?' asked Sammy Blore. 'Or is she meaning to enter
upon a virgin life for the rest of her days?'
'I don't want to be unreverent to her ladyship; but I really don't think
she is meaning any such waste of a Christian carcase. I say she's rather