Then Martin and Clement climbed the steep hill that lay between them and Chagford, while the miller and his man pursued their way through the valley.
CHAPTER XII
A STORY-BOOK
Despite the miller’s explicit declaration, there was yet a doubt as to what he might do in the matter of Will Blanchard. Six weeks is a period of time that has often served to cool dispositions more fiery, purposes more inflexible than those of Mr. Lyddon, and his natural placidity of temperament, despite outbreaks, had begun to reassert itself. Billy Blee, misunderstanding his master in this, suspected that the first fires of rage were now sunk into a conflagration, not so visible, but deeper and therefore more dangerous to the sufferer, if not to other people. He failed to observe that each day of waiting lessened the miller’s desire towards action, and he continued to urge some step against Will Blanchard, as the only road by which his master’s peace of mind might be regained. He went further, and declared delay to be very dangerous for Mr. Lyddon’s spleen and other physical organs. But though humanity still prevented any definite step, Billy’s master so far adopted his advice as to see a solicitor and learn what the law’s power might be in the matter. Now he knew, as was recorded in the previous chapter; and still Mr. Lyddon halted between two opinions. He usually spoke on the subject as he had spoken to Martin Grimbal and Clement Hicks; but in reality he felt less desire in the direction of revenge than he pretended. Undoubtedly his daughter contributed not a little to this irresolution of mind. During the period of Will’s convalescence, his wife conducted herself with great tact and self-restraint. Deep love for her father not only inspired her, but also smoothed difficulties from a road not easy. Phoebe kept much out of sight until the miller’s first dismay and sorrow had subsided; then she crept back into her old position and by a thousand deft deeds and proper speeches won him again unconsciously. She anticipated his unspoken desire, brightened his every-day life by unobtrusive actions, preserved a bright demeanour, never mentioned Will, and never contradicted her father when he did so.
Thus the matter stood, and Mr. Lyddon held his hand until young Blanchard was abroad again and seeking work. Then he acted, as shall appear. Before that event, however, incidents befell Will’s household, the first being an unexpected visit from Martin Grimbal; for the love-sick antiquary nerved himself to this great task a week after his excursion to Cosdon. He desired to see Will, and was admitted without comment by Mrs. Blanchard. The sufferer, who sat at the kitchen fire with his arm still in a sling, received Martin somewhat coldly, being ignorant of the visitor’s friendly intentions. Chris was absent, and Will’s mother, after hoping that Mr. Grimbal would not object to discuss his business in the kitchen, departed and left the men together.
“Sit down,” said Will. “Be you come for your brother or yourself?”
“For myself. I want to make my position clear. You must not associate me with John in this affair. In most things our interests were the same, and he has been a brother in a thousand to me; but concerning Miss—Mrs. Blanchard—he erred in my opinion—greatly erred—and I told him so. Our relations are unhappily strained, to my sorrow. I tell you this because I desire your friendship. It would be good to me to be friends with you and your family. I do not want to lose your esteem by a misunderstanding.”
“That’s fair speech, an’ I’m glad to hear ’e say it, for it ban’t my fault when a man quarrels wi’ me, as anybody will tell ’e. An’ mother an’ Chris will be glad. God knaws I never felt no anger ’gainst your brother, till he tried to take my girl away from me. Flesh an’ blood weern’t gwaine to suffer that.”
“Under the circumstances, and with all the difficulties of your position, I never could blame you.”
“Nor Phoebe,” said the other warmly. “I won’t have wan word said against her. Absolute right she done. I’m sick an’ savage, even now, to think of all she suffered for me. I grits my teeth by night when it comes to my mind the mort o’ grief an’ tears an’ pain heaped up for her—just because she loved wan chap an’ not another.”
“Let the past go and look forward. The future will be happy presently.”