Two on a Tower
Constantine--'I trust the young lady was not seriously cut?'
'I trust not,' said Swithin, with some vexation.
'Where did the lash touch her?'
'Straight down her cheek.'
'Do let me go to her, and learn how she is, and humbly apologize.'
'I'll inquire.'
He went to the ladies' room, in which Viviette had taken refuge. She met
him at the door, her handkerchief to her cheek, and Swithin explained
that the driver of the phaeton had sent to make inquiries.
'I cannot see him!' she whispered. 'He is my brother Louis! He is, no
doubt, going on by the train to my house. Don't let him recognize me! We
must wait till he is gone.'
Swithin thereupon went out again, and told the young man that the cut on
her face was not serious, but that she could not see him; after which
they parted. St. Cleeve then heard him ask for a ticket for Warborne,
which confirmed Lady Constantine's view that he was going on to her
house. When the branch train had moved off Swithin returned to his
bride, who waited in a trembling state within.
On being informed that he had departed she showed herself much relieved.
'Where does your brother come from?' said Swithin.
'From London, immediately. Rio before that. He has a friend or two in
this neighbourhood, and visits here occasionally. I have seldom or never
spoken to you of him, because of his long absence.'
'Is he going to settle near you?'
'No, nor anywhere, I fear. He is, or rather was, in the diplomatic
service. He was first a clerk in the Foreign Office, and was afterwards
appointed attache at Rio Janeiro. But he has resigned the appointment. I
wish he had not.'
Swithin asked why he resigned.
'He complained of the banishment, and the climate, and everything that
people complain of who are determined to be dissatisfied,--though, poor
fellow, there is some ground for his complaints. Perhaps some people
would say that he is idle. But he is scarcely that; he is rather
restless than idle, so that he never persists in anything. Yet if a
subject takes his fancy he will follow it up with exemplary patience till
something diverts him.'
'He is not kind to you, is he, dearest?'
'Why do you think that?'
'Your manner seems to say so.'
'Well, he may not always be kind. But look at my face; does the mark
show?'
A streak, straight as a meridian, was visible down her cheek. The blood
had been brought almost to the surface, but was not quite through, that
which had originally appeared thereon having possibly come from the
horse. It signified that to-morrow the red line would be a black one.
Swithin informed her that her brother had taken a ticket for Warborne,
and she at once perceived that he was going on to visit her at Welland,
though from his letter she had not expected him so soon by a few days.
'Meanwhile,' continued Swithin, 'you can now get home only by the late
train, having missed that one.'
'But, Swithin, don't you see my new trouble? If I go to Welland House to-
night, and find my brother just arrived there, and he sees this cut on my
face, which I suppose you described to him--'
'I did.'
'He will know I was the lady with you!'
'Whom he called my wife. I wonder why we look husband and wife already!'
'Then what am I to do? For the ensuing three or four days I bear in my
face a clue to his discovery of our secret.'
'Then you must not be seen. We must stay at an inn here.'
'O no!' she said timidly. 'It is too near home to be quite safe. We
might not be known; but _if_ we were!'
'We can't go back to Bath now. I'll tell you, dear Viviette, what we
must do. We'll go on to Warborne in separate carriages; we'll meet
outside the station; thence we'll walk to the column in the dark, and
I'll keep you a captive in the cabin till the scar has disappeared.'
As there was nothing which better recommended itself this course was
decided on; and after taking from her trunk the articles that might be
required for an incarceration of two or three days they left the said
trunk at the cloak-room, and went on by the last train, which reached
Warborne about ten o'clock.
It was only necessary for Lady Constantine to cover her face with the
thick veil that she had provided for this escapade, to walk out of the
station without fear of recognition. St. Cleeve came forth from another
compartment, and they did not rejoin each other till they had reached a
shadowy bend in the old turnpike road, beyond the irradiation of the
Warborne lamplight.
The walk to Welland was long. It was the walk which Swithin had taken in
the rain when he had learnt the fatal forestalment of his stellar
discovery; but now he was moved by a less desperate mood, and blamed
neither God nor man. They were not pressed for time, and passed along
the silent, lonely way with that sense rather of predestination than of
choice in their proceedings which the presence of night sometimes
imparts. Reaching the park gate, they found it open, and from this they
inferred that her brother Louis had arrived.
Leaving the house and park on their right they traced the highway yet a
little further, and, plunging through the stubble of the opposite field,
drew near the isolated earthwork bearing the plantation and tower, which
together rose like a flattened dome and lantern from the lighter-hued
plain of stubble. It was far too dark to distinguish firs from other
trees by the eye alone, but the peculiar dialect of sylvan language which
the piny multitude used would have been enough to proclaim their class at
any time. In the lovers' stealthy progress up the slopes a dry stick
here and there snapped beneath their feet, seeming like a shot of alarm.
On being unlocked the hut was found precisely as Swithin had left it two
days before. Lady Constantine was thoroughly wearied, and sat down,
while he gathered a handful of twigs and spikelets from the masses strewn
without and lit a small fire, first taking the precaution to blind the
little window and relock the door.
Lady Constantine looked curiously around by the light of the blaze. The
hut was small as the prophet's chamber provided by the Shunammite: in one
corner stood the stove, with a little table and chair, a small cupboard
hard by, a pitcher of water, a rack overhead, with various articles,
including a kettle and a gridiron; while the remaining three or four feet
at the other end of the room was fitted out as a dormitory, for Swithin's
use during late observations in the tower overhead.
'It is not much of a palace to offer you,' he remarked, smiling. 'But at
any rate, it is a refuge.'
The cheerful firelight dispersed in some measure Lady Constantine's
anxieties. 'If we only had something to eat!' she said.
'Dear me,' cried St. Cleeve, blankly. 'That's a thing I never thought
of.'
'Nor I, till now,' she replied.
He reflected with misgiving.
'Beyond a small loaf of bread in the cupboard I have nothing. However,
just outside the door there are lots of those little rabbits, about the
size of rats, that the keepers call runners. And they are as tame as
possible. But I fear I could not catch one now. Yet, dear Viviette,
wait a minute; I'll try. You must not be starved.'
He softly let himself out, and was gone some time. When he reappeared,
he produced, not a rabbit, but four sparrows and a thrush.
'I could do nothing in the way of a rabbit without setting a wire,' he
said. 'But I have managed to get these by knowing where they roost.'
He showed her how to prepare the birds, and, having set her to roast them
by the fire, departed with the pitcher, to replenish it at the brook
which flowed near the homestead in the neighbouring Bottom.
'They are all asleep at my grandmother's,' he informed her when he re-
entered, panting, with the dripping pitcher. 'They imagine me to be a
hundred miles off.'
The birds were now ready, and the table was spread. With this fare, eked
out by dry toast from the loaf, and moistened with cups of water from the
pitcher, to which Swithin added a little wine from the flask he had
carried on his journey, they were forced to be content for their supper.
XX
When Lady Constantine awoke the next morning Swithin was nowhere to be
seen. Before she was quite ready for breakfast she heard the key turn in
the door, and felt startled, till she remembered that the comer could
hardly be anybody but he. He brought a basket with provisions, an extra
cup-and-saucer, and so on. In a short space of time the kettle began
singing on the stove, and the morning meal was ready.
The sweet resinous air from the firs blew in upon them as they sat at
breakfast; the birds hopped round the door (which, somewhat riskily, they
ventured to keep open); and at their elbow rose the lank column into an
upper realm of sunlight, which only reached the cabin in fitful darts and
flashes through the trees.
'I could be happy here for ever,' said she, clasping his hand. 'I wish I
could never see my great gloomy house again, since I am not rich enough
to throw it open, and live there as I ought to do. Poverty of this sort
is not unpleasant at any rate. What are you thinking of?'
'I am thinking about my outing this morning. On reaching my
grandmother's she was only a little surprised to see me. I was obliged
to breakfast there, or appear to do so, to divert suspicion; and this
food is supposed to be wanted for my dinner and supper. There will of
course be no difficulty in my obtaining an ample supply for any length of
time, as I can take what I like from the buttery without observation. But
as I looked in my grandmother's face this morning, and saw her looking
affectionately in mine, and thought how she had never concealed anything
from me, and had always had my welfare at heart, I felt--that I should
like to tell her what we have done.'
'O no,--please not, Swithin!' she exclaimed piteously.
'Very well,' he answered. 'On no consideration will I do so without your
consent.' And no more was said on the matter.
The morning was passed in applying wet rag and other remedies to the
purple line on Viviette's cheek; and in the afternoon they set up the
equatorial under the replaced dome, to have it in order for night
observations.
The evening was clear, dry, and remarkably cold by comparison with the
daytime weather. After a frugal supper they replenished the stove with
charcoal from the homestead, which they also burnt during the day,--an
idea of Viviette's, that the smoke from a wood fire might not be seen
more frequently than was consistent with the occasional occupation of the
cabin by Swithin, as heretofore.
At eight o'clock she insisted upon his ascending the tower for
observations, in strict pursuance of the idea on which their marriage had
been based, namely, that of restoring regularity to his studies.
The sky had a new and startling beauty that night. A broad, fluctuating,
semicircular arch of vivid white light spanned the northern quarter of
the heavens, reaching from the horizon to the star Eta in the Greater
Bear. It was the Aurora Borealis, just risen up for the winter season
out of the freezing seas of the north, where every autumn vapour was now
undergoing rapid congelation.
'O, let us sit and look at it!' she said; and they turned their backs
upon the equatorial and the southern glories of the heavens to this new
beauty in a quarter which they seldom contemplated.
The lustre of the fixed stars was diminished to a sort of blueness.
Little by little the arch grew higher against the dark void, like the
form of the Spirit-maiden in the shades of Glenfinlas, till its crown
drew near the zenith, and threw a tissue over the whole waggon and horses
of the great northern constellation. Brilliant shafts radiated from the