“Maybe he’d take a boat?”
“He’d lack the time”—with scorn.
“He’s took a boat here,” another maintained. “That’s what he has done. He’s took a boat here and gone down in the dark to Newby Bridge.”
“But there’s not a boat gone!” another speaker retorted in triumph. “What do you say to that?”
So far Henrietta’s ear followed the argument; but her mind lagged at the point where the matter touched her.
“The Man packet-boat?” she thought, as she tied the last ribbon at her neck and looked sideways at her appearance in the squat, filmy mirror. “That must be the boat to the Isle of Man. It leaves Whitehaven the same day as the Scotch boat, then. Perhaps there is but one, and it goes on to the Isle of Man. And I shall go by it. And then—and then——”
A knock at the door severed the thread, and drove the unwonted languor from her eyes. She cast a last look at her reflection in the glass, and turned herself about that she might review her back-hair. Then she swept the table with her eye, and began to stuff this and that into her bandbox. The knock was repeated.
“I am coming,” she cried. She cast one very last look round the room, and, certain that she had left nothing, took up her bonnet and a shawl which she had used for a wrap over her riding-dress. She crossed the room towards the door. As she raised her hand to the latch, a smile lurked in the dimples of her cheeks. There was a gleam of fun in her eyes; the lighter side of her was uppermost again.
It was not her lover, however, who stood waiting outside, but Modest Ann—she went commonly by that name—the waiting-maid of the inn, who was said to mould herself on her mistress and to be only a trifle less formidable when roused. The two were something alike, for the maid was buxom and florid; and fame told of battles between them whence no ordinary woman, no ordinary tongue, no mortal save Mrs. Gilson, could have issued victorious. Fame had it also that Modest Ann remained after her defeat only by reason of an attachment, held by most to be hopeless, to the head ostler. And for certain, severe as she was, she permitted some liberty of speech on the subject.
Henrietta, however, did not know that here was another slave of love; and her face fell.