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"Not a sign of one, sir," was the reply. "They're after a bombardment." He rose to his feet, walked to a giant map of England, and touched a certain port on the east coast. Sir Henry's eyes glistened. "You're sure?" "It is a certainty," Horridge replied. "I've been on three of those ships. I've dined with four of the officers.
"When Horridge was here I thought: 'When he's gone I'll tell Mr. Garstin! And now he is gone, and and " He went up to Garstin and held out his hand. "I know I don't understand what you feel about this. No one could but a fellow-painter as big as you are. But I wish I could make you understand what I feel about something else."
She could not keep from glancing over her shoulder and was glad to come to her own gate. She called through the bars and Patsy Kenny came to open for her. Seeing him she sighed. More complications. Her mind was too weary to tackle the matter of Patsy's unfortunate attachment to Susan Horridge. Not that she doubted Patsy. She had a queer confidence that Patsy would not hurt the woman he loved.
She had been just ten days at the South lodge, and now, in her neat print dress, her silken hair braided tidily, her small face filling out, she looked as she dropped a curtsey just as might the Susan Horridge of a score years earlier. "You keep the gate padlocked, Susan?" Lady O'Gara asked, with a little surprise. "This is a quiet, honest place.
You should see how Shot keeps walking before and behind me if he thinks he sees a suspicious character when we are out walking! I shall send down a puppy, then." Susan Horridge stood in her doorway shading her eyes with her hand, as she looked after Lady O'Gara. There were tears in her eyes. "The Lord didn't forget us," she said to herself.
Yet when we talked of her leaving it she always seemed so afraid her liberty would be interfered with. She is really too old to be running all over the country as she does, coming back cold and wet to that wretched place, where she might die any night all alone." "She do seem to have taken a fancy to me," Mrs. Horridge said placidly. "I might take her for a lodger, maybe.
Baker preferred to be called, Susan Horridge: she seemed to wish to drop the "Mrs. Baker" came out with a key to open the gate, which was padlocked. Such a different Susan! The old Susan might have been dropped with "Mrs. Baker."
But how was she going to leave her in this haunted place alone a child like her in such terrible trouble? Suddenly she found a solution of her difficulties. It would serve for the moment, if Stella would but consent. "Would you have Mrs. Horridge to stay with you?" she asked. "You know you cannot stay here quite alone. She is a gentle creature, and very unobtrusive.
Susan Horridge, watching her like a faithful dog, reported that she ate little, that she walked up and down her room at night when she ought to have been sleeping, that she started when spoken to, that she spent long hours staring before her piteously, doing nothing. "If Mrs. Wade don't come back soon the young lady will either go after her or she'll have a breakdown," Susan said.
She had forgotten how very lonely Mrs. Wade's lot must be. After all, Susan Horridge could not be very much of a companion to Mrs. Wade, who, despite the humility of her manner, was evidently a person of some education and refinement. "We shall come oftener now," she said. "It has been a rather busy time. I am sure Stella will come often to see you and the dog. We must find a name for him.
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