Iwaited,therefore,aspatientlyasIcould,untiltheservantcameintoclearthetable。WhenIquittedtheroom,therewerenosigns,inthehouseoroutofit,ofSirPercival’sreturn。IlefttheCountwithapieceofsugarbetweenhislips,andtheviciouscockatooscramblinguphiswaistcoattogetatit,whileMadameFosco,sittingoppositetoherhusband,watchedtheproceedingsofhisbirdandhimselfasattentivelyasifshehadneverseenanythingofthesortbeforeinherlife。OnmywaytotheplantationIkeptcarefullybeyondtherangeofviewfromtheluncheon-roomwindow。Nobodysawmeandnobodyfollowedme。Itwasthenaquartertothreeo’clockbymywatch。
OnceamongthetreesIwalkedrapidly,untilIhadadvancedmorethanhalf-waythroughtheplantation。AtthatpointIslackenedmypaceandproceededcautiously,butIsawnoone,andheardnovoices。BylittleandlittleIcamewithinviewofthebackoftheboat-house——stoppedandlistened——thenwenton,tillIwasclosebehindit,andmusthaveheardanypersonswhoweretalkinginside。Stillthesilencewasunbroken——stillfarandnearnosignofalivingcreatureappearedanywhere。
Afterskirtingroundbythebackofthebuilding,firstononesideandthenontheother,andmakingnodiscoveries,Iventuredinfrontofit,andfairlylookedin。Theplacewasempty。
Icalled,`Laura!’——atfirstsoftly,thenlouderandlouder。Nooneansweredandnooneappeared。ForallthatIcouldseeandhear,theonlyhumancreatureintheneighbourhoodofthelakeandtheplantationwasmyself。
Myheartbegantobeatviolently,butIkeptmyresolution,andsearched,firsttheboat-houseandthenthegroundinfrontofit,foranysignswhichmightshowmewhetherLaurahadreallyreachedtheplaceornot。
Nomarkofherpresenceappearedinsidethebuilding,butIfoundtracesofheroutsideit,infootstepsonthesand。
Idetectedthefootstepsoftwopersons——largefootstepslikeaman’s,andsmallfootsteps,which,byputtingmyownfeetintothemandtestingtheirsizeinthatmanner,IfeltcertainwereLaura’s。Thegroundwasconfusedlymarkedinthiswayjustbeforetheboat-house。Closeagainstonesideofit,undershelteroftheprojectingroof,Idiscoveredalittleholeinthesand——aholeartificiallymade,beyondadoubt。Ijustnoticedit,andthenturnedawayimmediatelytotracethefootstepsasfarasI
could,andtofollowthedirectioninwhichtheymightleadme。
Theyledme,startingfromtheleft-handsideoftheboat-house,alongtheedgeofthetrees,adistance,Ishouldthink,ofbetweentwoandthreehundredyards,andthenthesandygroundshowednofurthertraceofthem。
FeelingthatthepersonswhosecourseIwastrackingmustnecessarilyhaveenteredthePlantationatthispoint,Ienteredittoo。AtfirstIcouldfindnopath,butIdiscoveredoneafterwards,justfaintlytracedamongthetrees,andfollowedit。Ittookme,forsomedistance,inthedirectionofthevillage,untilIstoppedatapointwhereanotherfoot-trackcrossedit。Thebramblesgrewthicklyoneithersideofthissecondpath。Istoodlookingdownit,uncertainwhichwaytotakenext,andwhileIlookedI
sawononethornybranchsomefragmentsoffringefromawoman’sshawl。
AcloserexaminationofthefringesatisfiedmethatithadbeentornfromashawlofLaura’s,andIinstantlyfollowedthesecondpath。Itbroughtmeoutatlast,tomygreatrelief,atthebackofthehouse。Isaytomygreatrelief,becauseIinferredthatLauramust,forsomeunknownreason,havereturnedbeforemebythisroundaboutway。Iwentinbythecourt-yardandtheoffices。ThefirstpersonwhomImetincrossingtheservants’
hallwasMrsMichelson,thehousekeeper。
`Doyouknow,’Iasked,`whetherLadyGlydehascomeinfromherwalkornot?’
`MyladycameinalittlewhileagowithSirPercival,’answeredthehousekeeper。`Iamafraid,MissHalcombe,somethingverydistressinghashappened。’
Myheartsankwithinme。`Youdon’tmeananaccident?’Isaidfaintly。
`No,no——thankGod,noaccident。Butmyladyranupstairstoherownroomintears,andSirPercivalhasorderedmetogiveFannywarningtoleaveinanhour’stime。’
FannywasLaura’smaid——agoodaffectionategirlwhohadbeenwithherforyears——theonlypersoninthehousewhosefidelityanddevotionwecouldbothdependupon。
`WhereisFanny?’Iinquired。
`Inmyroom,MissHalcombe。Theyoungwomanisquiteovercome,andI
toldhertositdownandtrytorecoverherself。’
IwenttoMrsMichelson’sroom,andfoundFannyinacorner,withherboxbyherside,cryingbitterly。
Shecouldgivemenoexplanationwhateverofhersuddendismissal。SirPercivalhadorderedthatsheshouldhaveamonth’swages,inplaceofamonth’swarning,andgo。Noreasonhadbeenassigned——noobjectionhadbeenmadetoherconduct。Shehadbeenforbiddentoappealtohermistress,forbiddeneventoseeherforamomenttosaygood-bye。Shewastogowithoutexplanationsorfarewells,andtogoatonce。
Aftersoothingthepoorgirlbyafewfriendlywords,Iaskedwheresheproposedtosleepthatnight。Sherepliedthatshethoughtofgoingtothelittleinninthevillage,thelandladyofwhichwasarespectablewoman,knowntotheservantsatBlackwaterPark。Thenextmorning,byleavingearly,shemightgetbacktoherfriendsinCumberlandwithoutstoppinginLondon,whereshewasatotalstranger。
IfeltdirectlythatFanny’sdepartureofferedusasafemeansofcommunicationwithLondonandwithLimmeridgeHouse,ofwhichitmightbeveryimportanttoavailourselves。Accordingly,Itoldherthatshemightexpecttohearfromhermistressorfrommeinthecourseoftheevening,andthatshemightdependonourbothdoingallthatlayinourpowertohelpher,underthetrialofleavingusforthepresent。Thosewordssaid,Ishookhandswithherandwentupstairs。
ThedoorwhichledtoLaura’sroomwasthedoorofanantechamberopeningontothepassage。WhenItriedit,itwasboltedontheinside。
Iknocked,andthedoorwasopenedbythesameheavy,overgrownhousemaidwhoselumpishinsensibilityhadtriedmypatiencesoseverelyonthedaywhenIfoundthewoundeddog。Ihad,sincethattime,discoveredthathernamewasMargaretPorcher,andthatshewasthemostawkward,slatternly,andobstinateservantinthehouse。
Onopeningthedoorsheinstantlysteppedouttothethreshold,andstoodgrinningatmeinstolidsilence。
`Whydoyoustandthere?’Isaid`Don’tyouseethatIwanttocomein?’
`Ah,butyoumustn’tcomein,’wastheanswer,withanotherandabroadergrinstill。
`Howdareyoutalktomeinthatway?Standbackinstantly!’
Shestretchedoutagreatredhandandarmoneachsideofher,soastobarthedoorway,andslowlynoddedheraddleheadatme。
`Master’sorders,’shesaid,andnoddedagain。
Ihadneedofallmyself-controltowarnmeagainstcontestingthematterwithher,andtoremindmethatthenextwordsIhadtosaymustbeaddressedtohermaster。Iturnedmybackonher,andinstantlywentdownstairstofindhim。MyresolutiontokeepmytemperunderalltheirritationsthatSirPercivalcouldofferwas,bythistime,ascompletelyforgotten——Isaysotomyshame——asifIhadnevermadeit。Itdidmegood,afterallIhadsufferedandsuppressedinthathouse——itactuallydidmegoodtofeelhowangryIwas。
Thedrawing-roomandthebreakfast-roomwerebothempty。Iwentontothelibrary,andthereIfoundSirPercival,theCount,andMadameFosco。
Theywereallthreestandingup,closetogether,andSirPercivalhadalittleslipofpaperinhishand。AsIopenedthedoorIheardtheCountsaytohim,`No——athousandtimesover,no。’
Iwalkedstraightuptohim,andlookedhimfullintheface。
`AmItounderstand,SirPercival,thatyourwife’sroomisaprison,andthatyourhousemaidisthegaolerwhokeepsit?’Iasked。
`Yes,thatiswhatyouaretounderstand,’heanswered。`Takecaremygaolerhasn’tgotdoubledutytodo——takecareyourroomisnotaprisontoo。’
`Takeyoucarehowyoutreatyourwife,andhowyouthreatenme,’I
brokeoutintheheatofmyanger。`TherearelawsinEnglandtoprotectwomenfromcrueltyandoutrage。IfyouhurtahairofLaura’shead,ifyoudaretointerferewithmyfreedom,comewhatmay,tothoselawsIwillappeal。’
InsteadofansweringmeheturnedroundtotheCount。
`WhatdidItellyou?’heasked。`Whatdoyousaynow?’
`WhatIsaidbefore,’repliedtheCount——`No。’
EveninthevehemenceofmyangerIfelthiscalm,cold,greyeyesonmyface。Theyturnedawayfrommeassoonashehadspoken,andlookedsignificantlyathiswife。MadameFoscoimmediatelymovedclosetomyside,andinthatpositionaddressedSirPercivalbeforeeitherofuscouldspeakagain。
`Favourmewithyourattentionforonemoment,’shesaid,inherclearicily-suppressedtones。`Ihavetothankyou,SirPercival,foryourhospitality,andtodeclinetakingadvantageofitanylonger。IremaininnohouseinwhichladiesaretreatedasyourwifeandMissHalcombehavebeentreatedheretoday!’
SirPercivaldrewbackastep。andstaredatherindeadsilence。Thedeclarationhehadjustheard——adeclarationwhichhewellknew,asI
wellknew,MadameFoscowouldnothaveventuredtomakewithoutherhusband’spermission——seemedtopetrifyhimwithsurprise。TheCountstoodby,andlookedathiswifewiththemostenthusiasticadmiration。
`Sheissublime!’hesaidtohimself。Heapproachedherwhilehespoke,anddrewherhandthroughhisarm。`Iamatyourservice,Eleanor,’hewenton,withaquietdignitythatIhadnevernoticedinhimbefore。`AndatMissHalcombe’sservice,ifshewillhonourmebyacceptingalltheassistanceIcanofferher。’