The next morning of course there was a hurry and fuss at breakfast in order that they might get off in time for the courts. The judges were to take their seats at ten, and therefore it was necessary that they should sit down to breakfast some time before nine. The achievement does not seem to be one of great difficulty, but nevertheless it left no time for lovemaking.
But for one instant Felix was able to catch Madeline alone in the breakfast-parlour. “Miss Staveley,” said he, “will it be possible that I should speak to you alone this evening;—for five minutes?”
“Speak to me alone?” she said, repeating his words; and as she did so she was conscious that her whole face had become suffused with colour.
“Is it too much to ask?”
“Oh, no!”
“Then if I leave the dining-room soon after you have done so—”
“Mamma will be there, you know,” she said. Then others came into the room and he was able to make no further stipulation for the evening.
Madeline, when she was left alone that morning, was by no means satisfied with her own behaviour, and accused herself of having been unnecessarily cold to him. She knew the permission which had been accorded to him, and she knew also—knew well—what answer would be given to his request. In her mind the matter was now fixed. She had confessed to herself that she loved him, and she could not now doubt of his love to her. Why then should she have answered him with coldness and doubt? She hated the missishness of young ladies, and had resolved that when he asked her a plain question she would give him a plain answer. It was true that the question had not been asked as yet; but why should she have left him in doubt as to her kindly feeling?
“It shall be but for this one day,” she said to herself as she sat alone in her room.
LXX
How Am I to Bear It?
When the first day’s work was over in the court, Lady Mason and Mrs. Orme kept their seats till the greater part of the crowd had dispersed, and the two young men, Lucius Mason and Peregrine, remained with them. Mr. Aram also remained, giving them sundry little instructions in a low voice as to the manner in which they should go home and return the next morning—telling them the hour at which they must start, and promising that he would meet them at the door of the court. To all this Mrs. Orme endeavoured to give her best attention, as though it were of the last importance; but Lady Mason was apparently much the more collected of the two, and seemed to take all Mr. Aram’s courtesies as though they were a matter of course. There she sat, still with her veil up, and though all those who had been assembled there during the day turned their eyes upon her as they passed out, she bore it all without quailing. It was not that she returned their gaze, or affected an effrontery in her conduct; but she was able to endure it without showing that she suffered as she did so.
“The carriage is there now,” said Mr. Aram, who had left the court for a minute; “and I think you may get into it quietly.” This accordingly they did, making their way through an avenue of idlers who still remained that they might look upon the lady who was accused of having forged her husband’s will.
“I will stay with her tonight,” whispered Mrs. Orme to her son as they passed through the court.
“Do you mean that you will not come to The Cleeve at all?”
“Not tonight; not till the trial be over. Do you remain with your grandfather.”
“I shall be here tomorrow of course to see how you go on.”
“But do not leave your grandfather this evening. Give him my love, and say that I think it best that I should remain at Orley Farm till the trial be over. And, Peregrine, if I were you I would not talk to him much about the trial.”
“But why not?”
“I will tell you when it is over. But it would only harass him at the present moment.” And then Peregrine handed his mother into the carriage and took his own way back to The Cleeve.
As he returned he was bewildered in his mind by what he had heard, and he also began to feel something like a doubt as to Lady Mason’s innocence. Hitherto his belief in it had been as fixed and assured as that of her own son. Indeed it had never occurred to him as possible that she could have done the thing with which she was charged. He had hated Joseph Mason for suspecting her, and had hated Dockwrath for his presumed falsehood in pretending to suspect her. But what was he to think of this question now, after hearing the clear and dispassionate statement of all the circumstances by the solicitor-general? Hitherto he had understood none of the particulars of the case;
