บทที่ บทที่ 4 · THE LADY ARABELLA MARCH

. THE LADY ARABELLA MARCH

"Now, there is no hurry, but so soon as you are both ready we shall

start," Mr. Salton said when breakfast had begun. "I want to take you

first to see a remarkable relic of Mercia, and then we'll go to Liverpool

through what is called 'The Great Vale of Cheshire.' You may be

disappointed, but take care not to prepare your mind"--this to Adam--"for

anything stupendous or heroic. You would not think the place a vale at

all, unless you were told so beforehand, and had confidence in the

veracity of the teller. We should get to the Landing Stage in time to

meet the _West African_, and catch Mr. Caswall as he comes ashore. We

want to do him honour--and, besides, it will be more pleasant to have the

introductions over before we go to his _fete_ at the Castle."

The carriage was ready, the same as had been used the previous day, but

there were different horses--magnificent animals, and keen for work.

Breakfast was soon over, and they shortly took their places. The

postillions had their orders, and were quickly on their way at an

exhilarating pace.

Presently, in obedience to Mr. Salton's signal, the carriage drew up

opposite a great heap of stones by the wayside.

"Here, Adam," he said, "is something that you of all men should not pass

by unnoticed. That heap of stones brings us at once to the dawn of the

Anglian kingdom. It was begun more than a thousand years ago--in the

latter part of the seventh century--in memory of a murder. Wulfere, King

of Mercia, nephew of Penda, here murdered his two sons for embracing

Christianity. As was the custom of the time, each passer-by added a

stone to the memorial heap. Penda represented heathen reaction after St.

Augustine's mission. Sir Nathaniel can tell you as much as you want

about this, and put you, if you wish, on the track of such accurate

knowledge as there is."

Whilst they were looking at the heap of stones, they noticed that another

carriage had drawn up beside them, and the passenger--there was only

one--was regarding them curiously. The carriage was an old heavy

travelling one, with arms blazoned on it gorgeously. The men took off

their hats, as the occupant, a lady, addressed them.

"How do you do, Sir Nathaniel? How do you do, Mr. Salton? I hope you

have not met with any accident. Look at me!"

As she spoke she pointed to where one of the heavy springs was broken

across, the broken metal showing bright. Adam spoke up at once:

"Oh, that can soon be put right."

"Soon? There is no one near who can mend a break like that."

"I can."

"You!" She looked incredulously at the dapper young gentleman who spoke.

"You--why, it's a workman's job."

"All right, I am a workman--though that is not the only sort of work I

do. I am an Australian, and, as we have to move about fast, we are all

trained to farriery and such mechanics as come into travel--I am quite at

your service."

"I hardly know how to thank you for your kindness, of which I gladly

avail myself. I don't know what else I can do, as I wish to meet Mr.

Caswall of Castra Regis, who arrives home from Africa to-day. It is a

notable home-coming; all the countryside want to do him honour." She

looked at the old men and quickly made up her mind as to the identity of

the stranger. "You must be Mr. Adam Salton of Lesser Hill. I am Lady

Arabella March of Diana's Grove." As she spoke she turned slightly to

Mr. Salton, who took the hint and made a formal introduction.

So soon as this was done, Adam took some tools from his uncle's carriage,

and at once began work on the broken spring. He was an expert workman,

and the breach was soon made good. Adam was gathering the tools which he

had been using--which, after the manner of all workmen, had been

scattered about--when he noticed that several black snakes had crawled

out from the heap of stones and were gathering round him. This naturally

occupied his mind, and he was not thinking of anything else when he

noticed Lady Arabella, who had opened the door of the carriage, slip from

it with a quick gliding motion. She was already among the snakes when he

called out to warn her. But there seemed to be no need of warning. The

snakes had turned and were wriggling back to the mound as quickly as they

could. He laughed to himself behind his teeth as he whispered, "No need

to fear there. They seem much more afraid of her than she of them." All

the same he began to beat on the ground with a stick which was lying

close to him, with the instinct of one used to such vermin. In an

instant he was alone beside the mound with Lady Arabella, who appeared

quite unconcerned at the incident. Then he took a long look at her, and

her dress alone was sufficient to attract attention. She was clad in

some kind of soft white stuff, which clung close to her form, showing to

the full every movement of her sinuous figure. She wore a close-fitting

cap of some fine fur of dazzling white. Coiled round her white throat

was a large necklace of emeralds, whose profusion of colour dazzled when

the sun shone on them. Her voice was peculiar, very low and sweet, and

so soft that the dominant note was of sibilation. Her hands, too, were

peculiar--long, flexible, white, with a strange movement as of waving

gently to and fro.

She appeared quite at ease, and, after thanking Adam, said that if any of

his uncle's party were going to Liverpool she would be most happy to join

forces.

"Whilst you are staying here, Mr. Salton, you must look on the grounds of

Diana's Grove as your own, so that you may come and go just as you do in

Lesser Hill. There are some fine views, and not a few natural

curiosities which are sure to interest you, if you are a student of

natural history--specially of an earlier kind, when the world was

younger."

The heartiness with which she spoke, and the warmth of her words--not of

her manner, which was cold and distant--made him suspicious. In the

meantime both his uncle and Sir Nathaniel had thanked her for the

invitation--of which, however, they said they were unable to avail

themselves. Adam had a suspicion that, though she answered regretfully,

she was in reality relieved. When he had got into the carriage with the

two old men, and they had driven off, he was not surprised when Sir

Nathaniel spoke.

"I could not but feel that she was glad to be rid of us. She can play

her game better alone!"

"What is her game?" asked Adam unthinkingly.

"All the county knows it, my boy. Caswall is a very rich man. Her

husband was rich when she married him--or seemed to be. When he

committed suicide, it was found that he had nothing left, and the estate

was mortgaged up to the hilt. Her only hope is in a rich marriage. I

suppose I need not draw any conclusion; you can do that as well as I

can."

Adam remained silent nearly all the time they were travelling through the

alleged Vale of Cheshire. He thought much during that journey and came

to several conclusions, though his lips were unmoved. One of these

conclusions was that he would be very careful about paying any attention

to Lady Arabella. He was himself a rich man, how rich not even his uncle

had the least idea, and would have been surprised had he known.

The remainder of the journey was uneventful, and upon arrival at

Liverpool they went aboard the _West African_, which had just come to the

landing-stage. There his uncle introduced himself to Mr. Caswall, and

followed this up by introducing Sir Nathaniel and then Adam. The new-

comer received them graciously, and said what a pleasure it was to be

coming home after so long an absence of his family from their old seat.

Adam was pleased at the warmth of the reception; but he could not avoid a

feeling of repugnance at the man's face. He was trying hard to overcome

this when a diversion was caused by the arrival of Lady Arabella. The

diversion was welcome to all; the two Saltons and Sir Nathaniel were

shocked at Caswall's face--so hard, so ruthless, so selfish, so dominant.

"God help any," was the common thought, "who is under the domination of

such a man!"

Presently his African servant approached him, and at once their thoughts

changed to a larger toleration. Caswall looked indeed a savage--but a

cultured savage. In him were traces of the softening civilisation of

ages--of some of the higher instincts and education of man, no matter how

rudimentary these might be. But the face of Oolanga, as his master

called him, was unreformed, unsoftened savage, and inherent in it were

all the hideous possibilities of a lost, devil-ridden child of the forest

and the swamp--the lowest of all created things that could be regarded as

in some form ostensibly human. Lady Arabella and Oolanga arrived almost

simultaneously, and Adam was surprised to notice what effect their

appearance had on each other. The woman seemed as if she would not--could

not--condescend to exhibit any concern or interest in such a creature. On

the other hand, the negro's bearing was such as in itself to justify her

pride. He treated her not merely as a slave treats his master, but as a

worshipper would treat a deity. He knelt before her with his hands out-

stretched and his forehead in the dust. So long as she remained he did

not move; it was only when she went over to Caswall that he relaxed his

attitude of devotion and stood by respectfully.

Adam spoke to his own man, Davenport, who was standing by, having arrived

with the bailiff of Lesser Hill, who had followed Mr. Salton in a pony

trap. As he spoke, he pointed to an attentive ship's steward, and

presently the two men were conversing.

"I think we ought to be moving," Mr. Salton said to Adam. "I have some

things to do in Liverpool, and I am sure that both Mr. Caswall and Lady

Arabella would like to get under weigh for Castra Regis."

"I too, sir, would like to do something," replied Adam. "I want to find

out where Ross, the animal merchant, lives--I want to take a small animal

home with me, if you don't mind. He is only a little thing, and will be

no trouble."

"Of course not, my boy. What kind of animal is it that you want?"

"A mongoose."

"A mongoose! What on earth do you want it for?"

"To kill snakes."

"Good!" The old man remembered the mound of stones. No explanation was

needed.

When Ross heard what was wanted, he asked:

"Do you want something special, or will an ordinary mongoose do?"

"Well, of course I want a good one. But I see no need for anything

special. It is for ordinary use."

"I can let you have a choice of ordinary ones. I only asked, because I

have in stock a very special one which I got lately from Nepaul. He has

a record of his own. He killed a king cobra that had been seen in the

Rajah's garden. But I don't suppose we have any snakes of the kind in

this cold climate--I daresay an ordinary one will do."

When Adam got back to the carriage, carefully carrying the box with the

mongoose, Sir Nathaniel said: "Hullo! what have you got there?"

"A mongoose."

"What for?"

"To kill snakes!"

Sir Nathaniel laughed.

"I heard Lady Arabella's invitation to you to come to Diana's Grove."

"Well, what on earth has that got to do with it?"

"Nothing directly that I know of. But we shall see." Adam waited, and

the old man went on: "Have you by any chance heard the other name which

was given long ago to that place."

"No, sir."

"It was called--Look here, this subject wants a lot of talking over.

Suppose we wait till we are alone and have lots of time before us."

"All right, sir." Adam was filled with curiosity, but he thought it

better not to hurry matters. All would come in good time. Then the

three men returned home, leaving Mr. Caswall to spend the night in

Liverpool.

The following day the Lesser Hill party set out for Castra Regis, and for

the time Adam thought no more of Diana's Grove or of what mysteries it

had contained--or might still contain.

The guests were crowding in, and special places were marked for important

people. Adam, seeing so many persons of varied degree, looked round for

Lady Arabella, but could not locate her. It was only when he saw the old-

fashioned travelling carriage approach and heard the sound of cheering

which went with it, that he realised that Edgar Caswall had arrived.

Then, on looking more closely, he saw that Lady Arabella, dressed as he

had seen her last, was seated beside him. When the carriage drew up at

the great flight of steps, the host jumped down and gave her his hand.

It was evident to all that she was the chief guest at the festivities. It

was not long before the seats on the dais were filled, while the tenants

and guests of lesser importance had occupied all the coigns of vantage

not reserved. The order of the day had been carefully arranged by a

committee. There were some speeches, happily neither many nor long; and

then festivities were suspended till the time for feasting arrived. In

the interval Caswall walked among his guests, speaking to all in a

friendly manner and expressing a general welcome. The other guests came

down from the dais and followed his example, so there was unceremonious

meeting and greeting between gentle and simple.

Adam Salton naturally followed with his eyes all that went on within

their scope, taking note of all who seemed to afford any interest. He

was young and a man and a stranger from a far distance; so on all these

accounts he naturally took stock rather of the women than of the men, and

of these, those who were young and attractive. There were lots of pretty

girls among the crowd, and Adam, who was a handsome young man and well

set up, got his full share of admiring glances. These did not concern

him much, and he remained unmoved until there came along a group of

three, by their dress and bearing, of the farmer class. One was a sturdy

old man; the other two were good-looking girls, one of a little over

twenty, the other not quite so old. So soon as Adam's eyes met those of

the younger girl, who stood nearest to him, some sort of electricity

flashed--that divine spark which begins by recognition, and ends in

obedience. Men call it "Love."

Both his companions noticed how much Adam was taken by the pretty girl,

and spoke of her to him in a way which made his heart warm to them.

"Did you notice that party that passed? The old man is Michael Watford,

one of the tenants of Mr. Caswall. He occupies Mercy Farm, which Sir

Nathaniel pointed out to you to-day. The girls are his grand-daughters,

the elder, Lilla, being the only child of his elder son, who died when

she was less than a year old. His wife died on the same day. She is a

good girl--as good as she is pretty. The other is her first cousin, the

daughter of Watford's second son. He went for a soldier when he was just

over twenty, and was drafted abroad. He was not a good correspondent,

though he was a good enough son. A few letters came, and then his father

heard from the colonel of his regiment that he had been killed by dacoits

in Burmah. He heard from the same source that his boy had been married

to a Burmese, and that there was a daughter only a year old. Watford had

the child brought home, and she grew up beside Lilla. The only thing

that they heard of her birth was that her name was Mimi. The two

children adored each other, and do to this day. Strange how different

they are! Lilla all fair, like the old Saxon stock from which she is

sprung; Mimi showing a trace of her mother's race. Lilla is as gentle as

a dove, but Mimi's black eyes can glow whenever she is upset. The only

thing that upsets her is when anything happens to injure or threaten or

annoy Lilla. Then her eyes glow as do the eyes of a bird when her young

are menaced."