She succeeded in mastering her agitation, and even managed to summon up a gallant, if unconvincing, smile. “I beg your pardon!” she uttered. “It was only because you look so kind, sir, and—and talked to me last night—But it was wrong of me to ask you to take me up in your carriage. Pray don’t regard it! My—my affairs are not your concern, and I shall do very well by myself!”
He ignored the hand she was resolutely holding out to him, but picked up her portmanteau, and said: “We cannot stand talking in the road! I don’t promise to take you to London, but at least I’ll take you to Farnborough! As I remember, there is a tolerable inn there, where I can produce some refreshment for you, and where we can continue this conversation at our ease. Come along!”
She hung back, searching his face with her wide, scared eyes. “You won’t compel me to return to Maplewood, will you?”
“No, I won’t do that. What right have I to compel you to do anything? Though it is undoubtedly what I ought to do!”
She seemed to be satisfied with this reply, for she said no more, but went obediently beside him to where his curricle stood. The expression on Stebbing’s face when he realized that his master was going to hand into the curricle a Young Person whose unattended state and dowdy raiment clearly denoted that she was not a female of consequence spoke volumes; but he relinquished the reins to the Viscount, without a word, and climbed up into the groom’s seat between the springs.
Miss Steane, sinking back against the squabs, uttered a sigh of relief. “Oh, how comfortable this is!” she said thankfully.
“Have you trudged all the way from Maplewood?”
“No, no! I was so fortunate as to have been given a lift to Froyle, in a tax-cart, so I have only been obliged to walk for six or seven miles, and I shouldn’t regard that in the least if I weren’t burdened with this portmanteau. And I must own I wish my pelisse wasn’t quite worn out, so that I might have worn it instead of this dreadful cloak.”
“It is certainly not the thing for such a warm day,” he agreed.
“No, but I thought I should wear it, in case it comes on to rain, or I felt chilly when the sun goes down.”
“When the sun goes down—! You absurd child, you are surely not meaning to continue walking till night-fall?”
“No—at least—Well, I thought I should have been able to travel on the stage-coach, but—but when it reached Alton it was cram-full, and of course I hadn’t booked a seat, so I wasn’t on the way-bill, and the guard wouldn’t take me up. And even if there had been room I found that I hadn’t quite enough money to pay for the fare. But I daresay I shall be able to get a lift on a carrier’s wagon: they will often take people up, you know, and for no more than a shilling or two. And if I don’t I shall go on for as long as I can, and then find a lodging for the night in some respectable farmhouse.”
The Viscount’s reflections on the sort of reception she was likely to meet at a respectable farmhouse he kept to himself, merely asking her where she proposed to lodge when she did reach London.
“I am going to my grandfather,” she replied, a hint of defiance in her voice.
“Indeed! May I ask if he knows it?”
“Well—well, not yet!” she confessed.
He drew an audible breath, and said rather grimly: “Yes, well, we will postpone further discussion until we get to Farnborough, when I must hope to be able to convince you that this scheme of yours won’t do, my child!”
“You won’t convince me!” she said, betraying signs of agitation. “Oh, pray don’t try, sir! It is the only thing I can do! You don’t understand!”
“Then you shall explain it to me,” he said cheerfully.
She said no more, but groped in the folds of her cloak for the pocket which held her handkerchief. He was afraid that she was going to cry, and suffered a moment’s dismay. He was not chicken-hearted, but he found himself quite unable to face with equanimity the prospect of driving a lady in floods of tears along a busy post-road. However, she bravely suppressed all but one small sob, and did no more than blow her nose. He was moved to say, for her encouragement: “Good girl!” glancing down at her as he spoke, and smiling.
Of necessity it was a very brief glance, but as he turned his head back again to watch the road he caught a glimpse of the wavering, would-be valiant smile which answered his, and it wrung his heart.
In a few minutes Farnborough was reached, and he had drawn up in front of the Ship. Not many persons patronized this small post-house, so the landlord, who came out to welcome a recognizable member of the Quality, was saddened, but not surprised, when the Viscount, handing Miss Steane into his care, told him that they had stopped only to bait. “Anyone in the coffee-room?” he asked.
“No, sir, no one—not at the moment! But if your honour would wish to partake of refreshment in the private parlour—”
“No, the coffee-room will do very well. Some lemonade for the lady, and cold meat—cakes—fruit—whatever you have! And a tankard of beer for myself, if you please!” He looked down at Miss Steane, and said: “Go in, my dear: I’ll be with you in a moment.”
He watched her enter the inn, and turned to issue a few instructions to Stebbing, standing at the wheelers’ heads. Stebbing received these with a wooden: “Very good, my lord,” but the Viscount had taken barely two steps towards the door into the inn before his feelings overcame him, and he said, explosively: “My lord!”
“Well?” said the Viscount, over his shoulder.
“It ain’t my place to speak,” said Stebbing, with careful restraint, “but being as I’ve known your lordship ever since you was a little lad, which I taught to ride your first pony—ah, and pulled you out of scrapes! and being that—”
“You needn’t go on!” interrupted Desford, quizzing him. “I know just what you are trying to say! I must take care I don’t fall into yet another scrape, mustn’t I?”
“Yes, my lord, and I hope you will—though it don’t look to me, the way things is shaping, that you will!”
But Desford only laughed, and went into the inn. The mistress of the establishment had taken Miss Steane upstairs, and when she presently joined his lordship in the coffee-room she had washed her face, tidied her unruly hair, and was carrying her cloak over her arm. She looked much more presentable, but the round dress of faded pink cambric which she wore was rather crumpled, besides being muddied round the hem, and in no way became her. She was looking very grave, but when she saw the chicken, and the tongue, and the raspberries on the table her eyes brightened perceptibly, and she said gratefully: “Oh, thank you, sir! I am very much obliged to you! I ran away before breakfast, and you can’t think how hungry I am!”
She then sat down at the table, and proceeded to make a hearty meal. Desford, who was not at all hungry, sat watching her, his tankard in his hand, thinking that for all her nineteen years she was very little removed from childhood. While she ate he forbore to question her, but when she came to the end of her nuncheon, and said that she now felt much better, he said: “Do you feel sufficiently restored to tell me all about it? I wish you will!”
Her brightened eyes clouded, but after a slight hesitation she said: “If I tell you why I’ve run away, will you take me to London, sir?”
He laughed. “I am making no rash promises—except to carry you straight back to Maplewood if you don’t tell me!”
She said with quaint dignity, but as though she had a lump in her throat: “I cannot believe that you would do anything so—so unhandsome!”
“No, I am sure you cannot,” he said sympathetically. “But you must consider my position, you know! Recollect that all I know at this present is that although you told me last night that you were not very happy I am persuaded you had no intention then of running away. Yet today I come upon you, in a good deal of distress, having apparently reached a sudden decision to leave your aunt. Did you perhaps have a quarrel with her, fly up into the boughs, and run away without giving yourself time to consider whether she had really been unkind enough to warrant your taking such an extreme course? Or whether she too had lost her temper, and had said much more than she meant?”