Thereby Hangs a Tale Part 45

"d.i.c.k, old fellow, it's as plain as the day. She's made up her mind that her little niece shall be mistress of Penreife, and she is playing her cards accordingly."

"Then I'm afraid, if that is her game, she'll lose the trick."

"d.i.c.k, old fellow," said Pratt, "you're not annoyed?"

"But I am--deucedly annoyed--not with you, Franky; but don't say any more now, I mean to think it over."

"Being a friend to an unsuspicious man is about the most unpleasant post on the face of the earth," said Pratt, moralising, as he saw his friend stride away. "Everybody hates you for enlightening him, and even he cannot forgive you for waking him from his pleasant dreams. Now where has he gone?--oh, to bully that plotting old woman. Well, I've done right, I think; and now I'll have my stroll."

Frank Pratt started off to do what he called "a bit of melancholy Jaques," in the pleasant woodland lanes; and was not long in finding an agreeable perch, where he seated himself, lit his big pipe, and began communing with himself till the pipe was smoked out; and then he sat on and thought without it, till a coming light footstep took his attention.

"Now I make a solemn affidavit," he said, "that I did not come here to play the spy upon anybody's actions. If they choose to come and act under my very nose, why, I must see the play. Who's this?"

"This" proved to be little Polly, who walked quickly by him, glancing suspiciously round as she continued her walk.

"Scene the first!" said Pratt; "enter village maiden with flowers. To her village lover," he continued as a heavy step was heard. "No, by Jove! it's d.i.c.k."

He was right, for Trevor came along at a swinging pace, and apparently in a few moments he would overtake the girl.

"If I didn't believe d.i.c.k Trevor to be as open as the day, how suspicious that would look!" thought Pratt.

Trevor pa.s.sed on without seeing him, and then there was a pause. The sun's rays darted through the overhanging boughs; birds flitted and sang their little love songs overhead; and in a half-dreamy way Pratt sat thinking upon his perch till voices and coming footsteps once more aroused him.

"It's them!" he said to himself. "I'll go."

He made as if to descend, but it struck him that he should be seen if he moved, and he sat still watching--to see at the end of a few moments Tiny Rea coming along the footpath, evidently looking agitated as she walked on in advance.

"She's never seen d.i.c.k and her together!" Pratt said, mentally; and he felt as if he could have run and spoken to the girl; but that which next met his eyes made him utter a low, deep sigh, and he looked as if made of the mossy stone upon which he sat, as Fin Rea followed her sister, hanging on Mr Mervyns arm, and gazing eagerly in his face, while he evidently told her something which was of interest.

They pa.s.sed slowly by, as if in no hurry to overtake Tiny; and Pratt watched them till quite out of sight, when he got down in a heavy, stunned fas.h.i.+on, to go slowly farther and farther into the wood, where he threw himself down amongst the ferns, and buried his face in his hands, as he groaned--

"More than old enough to be her father!"

Volume 2, Chapter XI.

MISUNDERSTANDING.

Meanwhile Trevor had gone along the lane, evidently meaning to make a call at Tolcarne. He was walking with his head bent down, thinking very deeply over what Pratt had said, when he stopped short with a start; for there, just in front, and gazing at him in a startled way, was little Polly.

He nodded to her and pa.s.sed on; but ere he had gone a dozen yards, he turned sharp round and retraced his steps, calling to the girl to stop.

"I'll get to the bottom of it at once," he said. "Here, Polly."

The little girl turned, and stood trembling before him, her face like fire, but her eyes full of tears.

"Did you call me, sir?" she faltered.

"Yes, my little maid, I want a few words with you."

"Oh, sir, please--pray don't speak to me!" faltered the girl, bursting into tears.

"Why, you silly child, what are you afraid of?" cried Trevor, catching her by the wrist. "Look here, tell me this, and don't be afraid."

"No--no, sir," faltered the girl.

"Tell me now, honestly--there, there, stop that crying, for goodness'

sake! Any one would think I was an ogre. I hate to see a woman crying."

"Please, sir, I am trying," sobbed the girl.

"Now, then, I want to know this--you have often met me here--do you come to meet Humphrey?"

"No, sir."

"Then why the deuce--there--there, I don't mean that--tell me why you do come?"

"Aunt sends me to walk here, sir; but please don't say I told you, or she will be so angry."

"Then you don't want to come and walk here?"

"Oh no, sir! I would much rather not," exclaimed the girl, eagerly.

"Your aunt sends you, then?" said Trevor, looking at her searchingly, while she gazed up in his eyes like a dove before a hawk.

"Ye-yes, sir!"

"Do you know why?"

The girl's face grew fiery red now, even to the roots of her hair, and as she looked appealingly at him, he flung her hand angrily from him.

"There, go back," he exclaimed. "I'm not cross with you, but--there, go home."

The girl sprang away, evidently frightened to death, and weeping bitterly, to pa.s.s these people--she could not tell whom--as she held down her head; but Trevor saw, and he knew that they saw him, and must have witnessed part of the interview; for the party consisted of Tiny Rea, her sister, and Mr Mervyn.

"Was ever anything so provoking?" muttered Trevor, as they bowed and pa.s.sed, taking a turning that led in another direction. "Oh! this is unbearable."

For a moment he stood irresolute, hesitating as to whether he should hurry after them; but he was, to use his own words, too much taken aback, and ended by following a narrow pathway into the woods, down which he had not gone half a dozen yards before he became aware that there had been another spectator to his interview with Polly, and that no less a person than Humphrey.

"What the devil are you doing there, sir?" roared Trevor, who was half beside himself with a rage which grew hotter as the bluff young Cornishman stood leaning on his gun, and said, st.u.r.dily--

"Watching you, sir."

"Watching me?"

"Yes, sir. I did not mean to, but I was obliged when I saw what I did."

"Then you saw me talking to that girl?"