第21章 A TRAGEDY OF TWO AMBITIONS(8)

The staggering whitey-brown form,advancing to put a blot on all this,had been diminishing in the shade;and now suddenly disappeared beside a weir.There was the noise of a flounce in the water.

'He has fallen in!'said Cornelius,starting forward to run for the place at which his father had vanished.

Joshua,awaking from the stupefied reverie into which he had sunk,rushed to the other's side before he had taken ten steps.'Stop,stop,what are you thinking of?'he whispered hoarsely,grasping Cornelius's arm.

'Pulling him out!'

'Yes,yes--so am I.But--wait a moment--'

'But,Joshua!'

'Her life and happiness,you know--Cornelius--and your reputation and mine--and our chance of rising together,all three--'

He clutched his brother's arm to the bone;and as they stood breathless the splashing and floundering in the weir continued;over it they saw the hopeful lights from the manor-house conservatory winking through the trees as their bare branches waved to and fro.

The floundering and splashing grew weaker,and they could hear gurgling words:'Help--I'm drownded!Rosie--Rosie!'

'We'll go--we must save him.O Joshua!'

'Yes,yes!we must!'

Still they did not move,but waited,holding each other,each thinking the same thought.Weights of lead seemed to be affixed to their feet,which would no longer obey their wills.The mead became silent.Over it they fancied they could see figures moving in the conservatory.The air up there seemed to emit gentle kisses.

Cornelius started forward at last,and Joshua almost simultaneously.

Two or three minutes brought them to the brink of the stream.At first they could see nothing in the water,though it was not so deep nor the night so dark but that their father's light kerseymere coat would have been visible if he had lain at the bottom.Joshua looked this way and that.

'He has drifted into the culvert,'he said.

Below the foot-bridge of the weir the stream suddenly narrowed to half its width,to pass under a barrel arch or culvert constructed for waggons to cross into the middle of the mead in haymaking time.

It being at present the season of high water the arch was full to the crown,against which the ripples clucked every now and then.At this point he had just caught sight of a pale object slipping under.In a moment it was gone.

They went to the lower end,but nothing emerged.For a long time they tried at both ends to effect some communication with the interior,but to no purpose.

'We ought to have come sooner!'said the conscience-stricken Cornelius,when they were quite exhausted,and dripping wet.

'I suppose we ought,'replied Joshua heavily.He perceived his father's walking-stick on the bank;hastily picking it up he stuck it into the mud among the sedge.Then they went on.

'Shall we--say anything about this accident?'whispered Cornelius as they approached the door of Joshua's house.

'What's the use?It can do no good.We must wait until he is found.'

They went indoors and changed their clothes;after which they started for the manor-house,reaching it about ten o'clock.Besides their sister there were only three guests;an adjoining landowner and his wife,and the infirm old rector.

Rosa,although she had parted from them so recently,grasped their hands in an ecstatic,brimming,joyful manner,as if she had not seen them for years.'You look pale,'she said.

The brothers answered that they had had a long walk,and were somewhat tired.Everybody in the room seemed charged full with some sort of interesting knowledge:the squire's neighbour and his wife looked wisely around;and Fellmer himself played the part of host with a preoccupied bearing which approached fervour.They left at eleven,not accepting the carriage offered,the distance being so short and the roads dry.The squire came rather farther into the dark with them than he need have done,and wished Rosa good-night in a mysterious manner,slightly apart from the rest.

When they were walking along Joshua said,with desperate attempt at joviality,'Rosa,what's going on?'

'O,I--'she began between a gasp and a bound.'He--'

'Never mind--if it disturbs you.'

She was so excited that she could not speak connectedly at first,the practised air which she had brought home with her having disappeared.

Calming herself she added,'I am not disturbed,and nothing has happened.Only he said he wanted to ask me SOMETHING,some day;and I said never mind that now.He hasn't asked yet,and is coining to speak to you about it.He would have done so to-night,only I asked him not to be in a hurry.But he will come to-morrow,I am sure!'

CHAPTER V

It was summer-time,six months later,and mowers and haymakers were at work in the meads.The manor-house,being opposite them,frequently formed a peg for conversation during these operations;and the doings of the squire,and the squire's young wife,the curate's sister--who was at present the admired of most of them,and the interest of all--met with their due amount of criticism.

Rosa was happy,if ever woman could be said to be so.She had not learnt the fate of her father,and sometimes wondered--perhaps with a sense of relief--why he did not write to her from his supposed home in Canada.Her brother Joshua had been presented to a living in a small town,shortly after her marriage,and Cornelius had thereupon succeeded to the vacant curacy of Narrobourne.