Miss Halcombe promised to comply with his request. He thanked her, nodded pleasantly, and left us, to go and establish himself in his own room. As he opened the door the cross-grained greyhound poked out her sharp muzzle from under the sofa, and barked and snapped at him.
‘A good morning's work, Miss Halcombe,' I said, as soon as we were alone.
‘Here is an anxious day well ended already.'
‘Yes,' she answered; ‘no doubt. I am very glad your mind is satisfied.'
‘My mind! Surely, with that note in your hand, your mind is at ease too?'
‘Oh yes -- how can it be otherwise? I know the thing could not be,' she went on, speaking more to herself than to me; ‘but I almost wish Walter Hartright had stayed here long enough to be present at the explanation, and to hear the proposal to me to write this note.'
I was a little surprised -- perhaps a little piqued also -- by these last words.
‘Events, it is true, connected Mr Hartright very remarkably with the affair of the letter,' I said; ‘and I readily admit that he conducted himself, all things considered, with great delicacy and discretion. But I am quite at a loss to understand what useful influence his presence could have exercised in relation to the effect of Sir Percival's statement on your mind or mine.'
‘It was only a fancy,' she said absently. ‘There is no need to discuss it, Mr Gilmore. Your experience ought to be, and is, the best guide I can desire.'
I did not altogether like her thrusting the whole responsibility, in this marked manner, on my shoulders. If Mr Fairlie had done it, I should not have been surprised. But resolute, clear-minded Miss Halcombe was the very last person in the world whom I should have expected to find shrinking from the expression of an opinion of her own.
‘If any doubts still trouble you,' I said, ‘why not mention them to me at once? Tell me plainly, have you any reason to distrust Sir Percival Glyde?'
‘None whatever.'
‘Do you see anything improbable, or contradictory, in his explanation?'
‘How can I say I do, after the proof he has offered me of the truth of it? Can there be better testimony in his favour, Mr Gilmore, than the testimony of the woman's mother?'
‘None better. If the answer to your note of inquiry proves to be satisfactory, I for one cannot see what more any friend of Sir percival's can possibly expect from him.'
‘Then we will post the note,' she said, arising to leave the room, ‘and dismiss all further reference to the subject until the answer arrives.
Don't attach any weight to my hesitation. I can give no better reason for it than that I have been over-anxious about Laura lately -- and anxiety, Mr Gilmore, unsettles the strongest of us.'
She left me abruptly, her naturally firm voice faltering as she spoke those last words. A sensitive, vehement, passionate nature -- a woman of ten thousand in these trivial, superficial times. I had known her from her earliest years -- I had seen her tested, as she grew up, in more than one trying family crisis, and my long experience made me attach an importance to her hesitation under the circumstances here detailed, which I should certainly not have felt in the case of another woman. I could see no cause for any uneasiness or any doubt, but she had made me a little uneasy, and a little doubtful, nevertheless. In my youth, I should have chafed and fretted under the irritation of my own unreasonable state of mind. In my age, I knew better, and went out philosophically to walk it off. II We all met again at dinner-time.
Sir Percival was in such boisterous high spirits that I hardly recognised him as the same man whose quiet tact, refinement, and good sense had impressed me so strongly at the interview of the morning. The only trace of his former self that I could detect reappeared, every now and then, in his manner towards Miss Fairlie. A look or a word from her suspended his loudest laugh, checked his gayest flow of talk, and rendered him all attention to her, and to no one else at table, in an instant. Although he never openly tried to draw her into the conversation, he never lost the slightest chance she gave him of letting her drift into it by accident, and of saying the words to her, under those favourable circumstances, which a man with less tact and delicacy would have pointedly addressed to her the moment they occurred to him. Rather to my surprise, Miss Fairlie appeared to be sensible of his attentions without being moved by them. She was a little confused from time to time when he looked at her, or spoke to her; but she never warmed towards him. Rank, fortune, good breeding, good looks, the respect of a gentleman, and the devotion of a lover were all humbly placed at her feet, and, so far as appearances went, were all offered in vain.
On the next day, the Tuesday, Sir Percival went in the morning (taking one of the servants with him as a guide) to Todd's Corner- His inquiries, as I afterwards heard, led to no results. On his return he had an interview with Mr Fairlie, and in the afternoon he and Miss Halcombe rode out together.
Nothing else happened worthy of record. The evening passed as usual. There was no change in Sir Percival, and no change in Miss Fairlie.
The Wednesday's post brought with it an event -- the reply from Mrs Catherick. I took a copy of the document, which I have preserved, and which I may as well present in this place. It ran as follows --
‘MADAM, -- I beg to acknowledge the receipt of your letter, inquiring whether my daughter, Anne, was placed under medical superintendence with my knowledge and approval, and whether the share taken in the matter by Sir Percival Glyde was such as to merit the expression of my gratitude towards that gentleman. Be pleased to accept my answer in the affirmative to both those questions, and believe me to remain, your obedient servant, ‘JANE ANNE CATHERICK.'
