To cursory view, John Loveday seemed to accomplish this with amazing ease. Whenever he came from barracks to Overcombe, which was once or twice a week, he related news of all sorts to her and Bob with infinite zest, and made the time as happy a one as had ever been known at the mill, save for himself alone. He said nothing of Festus, except so far as to inform Anne that he had expected to see him and been disappointed. On the evening after the King's arrival at his seaside residence John appeared again, staying to supper and describing the royal entry, the many tasteful illuminations and transparencies which had been exhibited, the quantities of tallow candles burnt for that purpose, and the swarms of aristocracy who had followed the King thither.
When supper was over Bob went outside the house to shut the shutters, which had, as was often the case, been left open some time after lights were kindled within. John still sat at the table when his brother approached the window, though the others had risen and retired. Bob was struck by seeing through the pane how John's face had changed. Throughout the supper-time he had been talking to Anne in the gay tone habitual with him now, which gave greater strangeness to the gloom of his present appearance. He remained in thought for a moment, took a letter from his breast-pocket, opened it, and, with a tender smile at his weakness, kissed the writing before restoring it to its place. The letter was one that Anne had written to him at Exonbury.
Bob stood perplexed; and then a suspicion crossed his mind that John, from brotherly goodness, might be feigning a satisfaction with recent events which he did not feel. Bob now made a noise with the shutters, at which the trumpet-major rose and went out, Bob at once following him.
'Jack,' said the sailor ingenuously, 'I'm terribly sorry that I've done wrong.'
'How?' asked his brother.
'In courting our little Anne. Well, you see, John, she was in the same house with me, and somehow or other I made myself her beau.
But I have been thinking that perhaps you had the first claim on her, and if so, Jack, I'll make way for 'ee. I--I don't care for her much, you know--not so very much, and can give her up very well.
It is nothing serious between us at all. Yes, John, you try to get her; I can look elsewhere.. Bob never knew how much he loved Anne till he found himself ****** this speech of renunciation.
'O Bob, you are mistaken!' said the trumpet-major, who was not deceived. 'When I first saw her I admired her, and I admire her now, and like her. I like her so well that I shall be glad to see you marry her.'
'But,' replied Bob, with hesitation, 'I thought I saw you looking very sad, as if you were in love; I saw you take out a letter, in short. That's what it was disturbed me and made me come to you.'
'O, I see your mistake!' said John, laughing forcedly.
At this minute Mrs. Loveday and the miller, who were taking a twilight walk in the garden, strolled round near to where the brothers stood. She talked volubly on events in Budmouth, as most people did at this time. 'And they tell me that the theatre has been painted up afresh,' she was saying, 'and that the actors have come for the season, with the most lovely actresses that ever were seen.'
When they had passed by John continued, 'I AM in love, Bob; but--not with Anne.'
'Ah! who is it then?' said the mate hopefully.
'One of the actresses at the theatre,' John replied, with a concoctive look at the vanishing forms of Mr. and Mrs. Loveday.
'She is a very lovely woman, you know. But we won't say anything more about it--it dashes a man so.'
'O, one of the actresses!' said Bob, with open mouth.
'But don't you say anything about it!' continued the trumpet-major heartily. 'I don't want it known.'
'No, no--I won't, of course. May I not know her name?'
