They were now in the park, and as the lights of the house came in sight he gave her some counsel. “Go up to your room at once, dearest, and lay down.”
“I will. I don’t think I could go in among them. I should fall.”
“I will see the Duchess and tell her that you are all right—but very tired. If she goes up to you you had better see her.”
“Oh, yes. But I had rather not.”
“She’ll be sure to come. And, Bella, Jack must be yours now.”
“You are joking.”
“Never more serious in my life. Of course he must remain with me just at present, but he is your horse.” Then, as the carriage was stopping, she took his hand and kissed it.
She got to her room as quickly as possible; and then, before she had even taken off her hat, she sat down to think of it all—sending her maid away meanwhile to fetch her a cup of tea. He must have meant it for an offer. There had at any rate been enough to justify her in so taking it. The present he had made to her of the horse could mean nothing else. Under no other circumstances would it be possible that she should either take the horse or use him. Certainly it was an offer, and as such she would instruct her uncle to use it. Then she allowed her imagination to revel in thoughts of Rufford Hall, of the Rufford house in town, and a final end to all those weary labours which she would thus have brought to so glorious a termination.
XL
Lord Rufford Wants to See a Horse
Lord Rufford had been quite right about the Duchess. Arabella had only taken off her hat and was drinking her tea when the Duchess came up to her. “Lord Rufford says that you were too tired to come in,” said the Duchess.
“I am tired, aunt;—very tired. But there is nothing the matter with me. We had to ride ever so far coming home and it was that knocked me up.”
“It was very bad, your coming home with him in a postchaise, Arabella.”
“Why was it bad, aunt? I thought it very nice.”
“My dear, it shouldn’t have been done. You ought to have known that. I certainly wouldn’t have had you here had I thought that there would be anything of the kind.”
“It is going to be all right,” said Arabella laughing.
According to her Grace’s view of things it was not and could not be made “all right.” It would not have been all right were the girl to become Lady Rufford tomorrow. The scandal, or loud reproach due to evil doings, may be silenced by subsequent conduct. The merited punishment may not come visibly. But nothing happening after could make it right that a young lady should come home from hunting in a postchaise alone with a young unmarried man. When the Duchess first heard it she thought what would have been her feelings if such a thing had been suggested in reference to one of her own daughters! Lord Rufford had come to her in the drawing-room and had told her the story in a quiet pleasant manner—merely saying that Miss Trefoil was too much fatigued to show herself at the present moment. She had thought from his manner that her niece’s story had been true. There was a cordiality and apparent earnestness as to the girl’s comfort which seemed to be compatible with the story. But still she could hardly understand that Lord Rufford should wish to have it known that he travelled about the country in such a fashion with the girl he intended to marry. But if it were true, then she must look after her niece. And even if it were not true—in which case she would never have the girl at Mistletoe again—yet she could not ignore her presence in the house. It was now the 18th of January. Lord Rufford was to go on the following day, and Arabella on the 20th. The invitation had not been given so as to stretch beyond that. If it could be at once decided—declared by Lord Rufford to the Duke—that the match was to be a match, then the invitation should be renewed, Arabella should be advised to put off her other friends, and Lord Rufford should be invited to come back early in the next month and spend a week or two in the proper fashion with his future bride. All that had been settled between the Duke and the Duchess. So much should be done for the sake of the family. But the Duke had not seen his way to asking Lord Rufford any question.
The Duchess must now find out the truth if she could—so that if the story were false she might get rid of the girl and altogether shake her off from the Mistletoe roof tree. Arabella’s manner was certainly free from any appearance of hesitation or fear. “I don’t know about being all right,” said the Duchess. “It cannot be right that you should have come home with him alone in a hired carriage.”
“Is a hired carriage wickeder than a private one?”
“If a carriage had been sent from here for you, it would have
