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Before the General could reply, an interruption occurred. Amanda and Hildebrand, attracted by the sounds of the late altercation, had come out of the house, and had paused, surprised to find so many persons gathered around Sir Gareth. Amanda had washed away her tear stains, but she was looking unwontedly subdued. Hildebrand was carefully carrying a brimming glass of milk.
The General saw his granddaughter, and abandoned the rest of the company, going towards her with his hands held out. ‘Amanda! Oh, my pet, how could you do such a thing?’
She flew into his arms, crying that she was sorry, and would never, never do it again. The Captain, observing with satisfaction that his stern instructions were being obeyed, transferred his dispassionate gaze to the chaplain, who, upon recognizing Hildebrand, had flung out his arm, pointing a finger of doom at that astonished young gentleman, and ejaculating: ‘That is the rascal who lured Lady Hester to this place, my lord! Unhappy boy, you are found out! Do not seek to excuse yourself with lies, for they will not serve you!’
Hildebrand, who had been gazing at him with his mouth at half-cock, looked for guidance towards Sir Gareth, but before Sir Gareth could speak Mr Whyteleafe warned him that it was useless to try to shelter behind his employer.
‘Oh, Hildebrand, is that Uncle Gary’s milk?’ said Hester. ‘What a good, remembering boy you are! But I quite thought I had given the glass to Amanda, which just shows what a dreadful memory I have!’
‘Oh, you did, but she threw it away!’ replied Hildebrand. ‘Here you are, sir: I’m sorry I have been such an age, but it went out of my head.’
‘The only fault I have to find is that it ever re-entered your head,’ said Sir Gareth. ‘Is this a moment for glasses of milk? Take it away!’
‘No, pray don’t! Gareth, Dr Chantry said that you were to drink a great deal of milk, and I won’t have you throw it away merely because all these absurd people are teasing you!’ said Hester, taking the glass from Hildebrand. ‘And Sir Gareth is not Mr Ross’s employer!’ she informed the chaplain. ‘Of course, my brother-in-law isn’t his employer either, but never mind! It was quite my fault that he was obliged to be not perfectly truthful to you.’
‘Lady Hester, I am appalled! I know not by what means you were brought to this place –’
‘Hildebrand fetched me in a post-chaise. Now, Gareth!’
‘You misunderstand me! Aware as I am, that Sir Gareth’s offer was repugnant to you, I cannot doubt that you were lured from Brancaster by some artifice. What arts – I shall not say threats! – have been used to compel your apparent complaisance today I may perhaps guess! But let me assure you –’
‘That will do!’ interrupted Sir Gareth, with an edge to his voice.
‘Yes, but this is nothing but humdudgeon!’ said Hildebrand. ‘I didn’t lure her! I just brought her here because Uncle Gary – Sir Gareth, I mean – needed her! She came to look after him, and we pretended she was his sister, so you may stop looking censoriously, which, though I don’t mean to be uncivil to a clergyman, is a great piece of impertinence! And as for threatening her, I should just like to see anyone try it, that’s all!’
‘Oh, Hildebrand!’ sighed Hester, overcome. ‘How very kind you are!’
‘Good boy!’ Sir Gareth said approvingly, handing him the empty glass. ‘Widmore, if you can contrive to come out of a state of what would appear to be a catalepsy, assemble the few wits God gave you, and attend to me, I trust I may be able to allay your brotherly anxiety!’
Lord Widmore, who, from the moment of Amanda’s arrival on the scene, had been standing in a spellbound condition, gave a start, and stammered: ‘How is this? Upon my soul! I do not know what to think! This goes beyond all bounds! That is the girl you had the effrontery to bring to Brancaster! So it was to take her to those relations of hers at Oundle, was it, that you went chasing after my uncle? Not that I believed it! I hope I am not such a gull!’
‘That girl, sir,’ said Captain Kendal, dropping a restraining hand on Sir Gareth’s shoulder, and keeping his penetrating eyes on Lord Widmore’s face, ‘is Miss Summercourt. She is shortly to become my wife, so if you have any further observations to make on this head, you may address them to me!’
‘Widmore, do try not to be so silly!’ begged Hester. ‘I can’t think how you can have so little commonsense! It is quite true that I came here to nurse Gareth, for he had had a very serious accident, and nearly died; but also I came to be a chaperon for Amanda – not that there was the least need of such a thing, when she was in Gareth’s charge, but although I have not a great deal of sense myself I do know that persons like you would think so. And I must say, Widmore, that it is very lowering to be so closely related to anyone with such a dreadfully commonplace mind as you have!’
He was so much taken aback by this unprecedented assault that he could find nothing to say. Amanda, who had poured the tale of her odyssey into her grandsire’s ears, seized the opportunity to address him. ‘Oh, Lord Widmore, pray excuse me for having been so uncivil as to run away with your uncle without taking leave of you and Lady Widmore and Lord Brancaster, or saying thank you for a very pleasant visit! And, please, Uncle Gary, forgive me for having been troublesome, and uncivil, and telling people you were abducting me, which Neil says you didn’t, though I must say it is abducting, when you force people to go with you. However, I am truly grateful to you for having been so kind, and letting me have Joseph. And Aunt Hester too. And now I have begged everybody’s pardon, except Hildebrand’s,’ she contin
ued, without the smallest pause, ‘so, please, Neil, don’t be vexed with me any more!’
‘That’s a good girl,’ said her betrothed, putting his arm round her, and giving her a slight hug.
‘Amanda!’ said the General sharply, as she rubbed her cheek against Captain Kendal’s arm. ‘Come here, child!’
The Captain released her, and her grandfather bade her run away and pack her boxes. She looked mutinous, but Captain Kendal endorsed the command, upon which she sighed, and went with lagging steps into the house.
‘Now, sir!’ said the General, turning to Sir Gareth. ‘I am satisfied that you have behaved like a man of honour to my granddaughter, and I will add that I am grateful to you for your care of her. But although I do not say that you are to blame for it, this has been a bad business – a very bad business! Should it become known that my granddaughter has been for nearly three weeks living under your protection, as I cannot doubt it will, since so many persons are aware of this circumstance, the damage to her reputation would be such as to –’
‘Dear me, didn’t she tell you that I have been here all the time?’ enquired Lady Hester.
‘Ma’am,’ said the General, ‘you were not with her at Kimbolton!’
‘I beg pardon, sir,’ put in Hildebrand diffidently, ‘but nobody saw her there but me, except the servants, of course, and they didn’t think anything but that she was Uncle Gary’s ward. Well, I thought she was, too!’
‘What you thought, young man,’ said the General crushingly, ‘is of no value! Be good enough not to interrupt me again! Ludlow, I am persuaded that I shall not find it necessary to urge you to adopt the only course open to a man of honour! You know the world: it has been impossible to keep my granddaughter’s disappearance from her home a secret from my neighbours. I am not so simple as to suppose that conjecture is not rife amongst them! Or, let me add, that your zeal in pursuing her sprang merely from altruistic motives! She is young, and I do not deny that she has some foolish fancies in her head, but I don’t doubt that a man of your address would very speedily succeed in engaging her affections.’
‘Believe me, sir, you flatter me!’ said Sir Gareth dryly.
‘Ludlow, am I to demand that you should do the only thing that lies in your power to protect my granddaughter’s reputation?’
