"Well, your cheeks are red," said Thekla. "If you aren't painted you're feverish. You've got a relapse. I knew you would, going out so soon. You'll stay in bed to-morrow."
Donna grasped at the opportunity. She had been wondering if she and Peter could possibly get off the Island before Drowned John caught them. The Island was such a poor place to murder or elope. You were sure to be caught before you could get away from it. But by dinner-time next day they would be safely off, and then a fig for Drowned John.
"I... I think I will. For the forenoon, anyway. You can call me for dinner. I'm sure I haven't any relapse... but I'm tired."
Really, Providence at last seemed to be on her side.
Everybody in Drowned John's household went to bed early. At nine the lights were out and the door locked. This did not worry Donna. She knew quite well where Thekla hid the key, sly as she thought herself about it. She was ready at half-past ten, with a small suitcase packed. She opened her door and peered out. Everything was silent. Thekla's door was shut tight. Down the hall old Jonas was snoring. Fancy any one snoring on this wonderful night. Would the stairs creak? They did, of course, but nobody seemed to hear. What would happen if she sneezed? Drowned John slept in the little cubby-hole off the dining-room and the key was in the blue vase on the clock shelf. Drowned John was snoring too. Donna shuddered. She hoped Peter didn't snore. She unlocked the door, stepped out, and closed it behind her. Really, eloping was ridiculously easy.
Donna fled through the orchard to the west lane gate. She had nearly half an hour to wait. The tall black firs about the gate came out against the starlit sky. There were dancing northern lights over the dark harbour. The white birches down the west lane seemed to shine with a silvery light of their own. The night was full of wonder and delight and a subtle beauty that was not lost even on the excited Donna, who had inherited from her silent little mother a love and understanding for such things which sometimes amused and sometimes exasperated Drowned John, who would have thought it all of a piece with Virginia's maunderings if he could have realized the happiness Donna felt over a sunlight-patterned river... a silver shimmer on the harbour... starlight over fir trees... a blue dawn on dark hills... daisies like a froth of silver on seaside meadows.
Donna waited, enjoying the night for a time. If Peter had only come when she was in that mood all would have gone well. Then she began to shiver in the cool shrewish wind of September darkness. The trees whispered eerily over her. There were strange rustlings and shadows in the orchard. William Y.'s dog was exchanging opinions with Adam Dark's dog across the river. A roar swooped out of nothing... passed into nothing... a car had gone by. Donna shrank back into the shadow of the firs. Had they seen her? Oh, why didn't Peter come? Would she ever get warm again. She would catch her death of cold. She should have put on a heavier coat. It had been summer when she became ill. She hadn't realized that summer was gone and autumn here. Her courage and excitement ebbed with her temperature. Surely it must be eleven now. He had said eleven. If he didn't care enough for her to be on time... to avoid keeping her here in the cold half the night! Waiting... waiting. Donna knew how long time always seemed to one who was waiting. But even allowing for that, she was sure it must be nearer twelve than eleven. If he didn't come soon she would go back to bed... and then let Peter Penhallow propose eloping to HER again!
Then she saw his lights... and everything was changed. There was his car coming up the west lane, with her destiny in it. If Thekla woke up she would see the lights from her window. God send she didn't wake up!
Peter caught her in his arms, exultantly.
"I've had the most devilish luck. Two flat tires and something wrong with the carburettor. I was afraid you'd have gone back... afraid you wouldn't be able to get out at all. But it's all right now. We've heaps of time. I allowed for delays. Listen... my plan is this: We'll motor to Borden and catch the boat. And we'll stop at the Kirtland manse and get Charlie Blackford to marry us. I've had the licence for days. Charlie's a good sort... I know him well. He'll marry us like a shot and make no bones if it is a few minutes before six. Once we're on the mainland... heigh-ho for New York in our own car... and we'll sail for South America from there. Girl of my heart, do you love me as much as ever. Lord, I could eat you. I feel famished. You're as lovely as dark moonlight. Donna... Donna... "
"Oh, Peter, don't smother me," gasped Donna. "Wait... wait... let us get away. I'm so afraid Father will come out. Oh, it seems I've been here for YEARS."
"Don't worry. I'll settle him in a jiffy, now that I've got you out of the house. Donna, if you knew what I've been through... "
"Peter, stop! Let's get away."
Peter stopped, a bit sulkily. He thought Donna a trifle cool after such an agonizing separation. Surely she needn't grudge him a few kisses. He didn't realize how cold and frightened she really was or how endless had seemed her waiting.
"We can't get away for a minute or two. When I passed your Aunt Eudora's over there, young Eudora was in the yard saying good-bye to Mac Penhallow. We've got to wait till he's gone. Darling, you're shivering. Get into the car. It'll be warm there, out of this beastly wind."
"Put out your lights... if Thekla sees your lights... oh, Peter, it's rather awful running away like this. We've never done such things."
"If you are sorry it's not too late yet," said Peter in a changed, ominous voice.
"Don't be ridiculous, Peter." Donna was still cold and frightened and her nerves were bad after all she'd been through. She thought Peter might be a LITTLE more considerate. Instead, here he was being deliberately devilish. "Of course I'm not sorry. I'm only sorry it had to be like this. It's so... so SNEAKY."
"Well," said Peter, who had also been through something, especially with those fiendish tires, and had a good deal yet to learn about women, "what else do you propose?"
"Peter, you're horrid! Of course I know we must go through with it... "
"Go through with it. Is THAT how you look at it?"
Donna felt suddenly that Peter was a stranger.
"I don't know what you want me to say. I can't pick and choose words when I'm half frozen. And that isn't all... "
"I didn't think it would be," said Peter.
"You've been saying some funny things yourself... oh, I've heard... "
"Evidently. And listened, too."
"Well, I'm not deaf. You told Aunty But that... that... you let yourself be caught because you were tired of running."
"Good heavens, woman, I only said that to choke Aunty But off. Was I going to tell that old gossip I worshipped you?"
Donna had never really believed that he had said it at all. Now she felt as if she almost hated him for saying a thing like that in a clan like hers.
"As if I'd been CHASING you... my friends have been telling me right along I was a fool."
If Donna had but known it, she was nearer having her ears boxed at that moment than ever in her life before. But Peter folded his arms and stared grimly ahead of him. What use was there in talking? Would that love-sick fool of a Mac ever get through making his farewells and clear out? Once they were on a clear road at fifty an hour Donna would be more reasonable.
"They'll think I was in such a hurry to run away like this... I know Dandy Dark will never give ME the jug now... Aunt Becky always thought eloping was vulgar... "
The Spanish blood suddenly claimed right of way... or else the Penhallow temper.
"If you do get that filthy jug," said Peter between his teeth, "I'll smash it into forty thousand pieces."
That finished it. If it hadn't been for the jug this sudden tempest in a teapot might have blown off harmlessly, especially as Mac Penhallow's old Lizzie went clattering down the road at last. Donna opened the car door and sprang out, her eyes blazing in the pale starlight.