Episode 20

He found his way to the churchyard,and first ascertained where lay the two relations he had left alive at his departure;then he observed the gravestones of other inhabitants with whom he had been well acquainted,till by degrees he seemed to be in the society of all the elder Froom-Everard population,as he had known the place.

Side by side as they had lived in his day here were they now.They had moved house in mass.

But no tomb of Mr.Bellston was visible,though,as he had lived at the manor-house,it would have been natural to find it here.In truth Nicholas was more anxious to discover that than anything,being curious to know how long he had been dead.Seeing from the glimmer of a light in the church that somebody was there cleaning for Sunday he entered,and looked round upon the walls as well as he could.But there was no monument to her husband,though one had been erected to the Squire.

Nicholas addressed the young man who was sweeping.'I don't see any monument or tomb to the late Mr.Bellston?''O no,sir;you won't see that,'said the young man drily.

'Why,pray?'

'Because he's not buried here.He's not Christian-buried anywhere,as far as we know.In short,perhaps he's not buried at all;and between ourselves,perhaps he's alive.'

Nicholas sank an inch shorter.'Ah,'he answered.

'Then you don't know the peculiar circumstances,sir?''I am a stranger here--as to late years.''Mr.Bellston was a traveller--an explorer--it was his calling;you may have heard his name as such?''I remember.'Nicholas recalled the fact that this very bent of Mr.

Bellston's was the incentive to his own roaming.

'Well,when he married he came and lived here with his wife and his wife's father,and said he would travel no more.But after a time he got weary of biding quiet here,and weary of her--he was not a good husband to the young lady by any means--and he betook himself again to his old trick of roving--with her money.Away he went,quite out of the realm of human foot,into the bowels of Asia,and never was heard of more.He was murdered,it is said,but nobody knows;though as that was nine years ago he's dead enough in principle,if not in corporation.His widow lives quite humble,for between her husband and her brother she's left in very lean pasturage.'Nicholas went back to the Buck's Head without hovering round her dwelling.This then was the explanation which she had wanted to make.Not dead,but missing.How could he have expected that the first fair promise of happiness held out to him would remain untarnished?She had said that she was free;and legally she was free,no doubt.Moreover,from her tone and manner he felt himself justified in concluding that she would be willing to run the risk of a union with him,in the improbability of her husband's existence.

Even if that husband lived,his return was not a likely event,to judge from his character.A man who could spend her money on his own personal adventures would not be anxious to disturb her poverty after such a lapse of time.

Well,the prospect was not so unclouded as it had seemed.But could he,even now,give up Christine?

CHAPTER VII

Two months more brought the year nearly to a close,and found Nicholas Long tenant of a spacious house in the market-town nearest to Froom-Everard.A man of means,genial character,and a bachelor,he was an object of great interest to his neighbours,and to his neighbours'wives and daughters.But he took little note of this,and had made it his business to go twice a week,no matter what the weather,to the now farmhouse at Froom-Everard,a wing of which had been retained as the refuge of Christine.He always walked,to give no trouble in putting up a horse to a housekeeper whose staff was limited.

The two had put their heads together on the situation,had gone to a solicitor,had balanced possibilities,and had resolved to make the plunge of matrimony.'Nothing venture,nothing have,'Christine had said,with some of her old audacity.

With almost gratuitous honesty they had let their intentions be widely known.Christine,it is true,had rather shrunk from publicity at first;but Nicholas argued that their boldness in this respect would have good results.With his friends he held that there was not the slightest probability of her being other than a widow,and a challenge to the missing man now,followed by no response,would stultify any unpleasant remarks which might be thrown at her after their union.To this end a paragraph was inserted in the Wessex papers,announcing that their marriage was proposed to be celebrated on such and such a day in December.

His periodic walks along the south side of the valley to visit her were among the happiest experiences of his life.The yellow leaves falling around him in the foreground,the well-watered meads on the left hand,and the woman he loved awaiting him at the back of the scene,promised a future of much serenity,as far as human judgment could foresee.On arriving,he would sit with her in the 'parlour'

of the wing she retained,her general sitting-room,where the only relics of her early surroundings were an old clock from the other end of the house,and her own piano.Before it was quite dark they would stand,hand in hand,looking out of the window across the flat turf to the dark clump of trees which hid further view from their eyes.

'Do you wish you were still mistress here,dear?'he once said.

'Not at all,'said she cheerfully.'I have a good enough room,and a good enough fire,and a good enough friend.Besides,my latter days as mistress of the house were not happy ones,and they spoilt the place for me.It was a punishment for my faithlessness.Nic,you do forgive me?Really you do?'

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