‘It is your fault; I did not want to have talked of it, and in good time here comes half my flock. Edie, Reggie, Flo, come and show Miss Fulmort what my torments are.’
They ran in, apparently on excellent terms with her, and greeted her guest without shyness; but after a little whispering and shoving the youngest spoke. ‘Edie and Reggie want to know if she is the lady that put out the light?’
‘Ah! you heroine,’ said Lucy, ‘you don’t know how often I have told of your doughty deeds! Ay, look at her, she is the robber-baffler; though now I look at her I don’t quite believe it myself.’
‘But it is true?’ asked the little girl, puzzled.
‘Tell us all the story,’ added the boy.
‘Yes; tell us,’ said Lucilla. ‘I read all your evidence, so like yourself as it was, but I want to know where you were sleeping.’
Phœbe found her present audience strangely more embarrassing than the whole assize court, perhaps because there the solemn purpose swallowed up the sense of admiration; but she laughed at last at the boy’s disappointment at the escape of the thieves; ‘he would have fired a pistol through the keyhole and shot them!’ When she rose to go, the children entreated her to stay and be seen by the others, but this she was glad to escape, though Lucilla clung to her with a sort of anguish of longing, yet stifled affection, that would have been most painful to witness, but for the hopes for her relief.
Phœbe ordered her brother’s carriage in time to take her to breakfast in Woolstone-lane the next morning, and before ten o’clock Honor had heard the account of the visit in Essex. Tearfully she thanked the trusty reconnoitrer as for a kindness to herself, dwelling on the tokens of relenting, yet trembling at the tidings of the malady. To write and recall her child to her motherly nursing was the foremost thought in her strange medley of grief and joy, hope and fear.
‘Poor Robert,’ she said, when she understood that he had organized Phœbe’s mission; ‘I am glad I told him to give no answer for a week.’
‘Mervyn told me how kind you were about Hiltonbury.’