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After a few minutes, we heard the report of a gun. It did not awaken my father, and we lay trembling with anxiety. In a minute afterwards we saw our mother-in-law enter the cottage her dress was bloody. I put my hand to Marcella's mouth to prevent her crying out, although I was myself in great alarm.
Marcella's emotions were real, but her mind seldom deserted her. One half of her was impulsive and passionate; the other half looked on and put in finishing touches. Acting or no, the surprise of her outburst swept the man beside her off his feet. He found himself floundering in a sea of excuses not for his relations, but for himself.
"Be quiet, Louis, or I'll shake your head off!" she said, quietly. He stared at her, and cowered down in the bed. She watched him for a moment. Then she spoke softly. "Now you're going to sleep you're going to put your head down on Marcella's shoulder and go to sleep. You're quite safe with Marcella." He shivered a little, and then lay still.
Just then the voice of the baby, cooing in its cradle, reached Marcella's ear, and strangely moved her heart. "Ah, the child the dear child will plead for me," cried Laura. And, stooping to the cradle, she raised the baby in her arms, and brought the little rosy, smiling thing to its mother's feet. "Let this baby, whom you love, be my advocate.
The mother moaned as she felt Marcella's hand, then started wildly forward, straining her thin neck and swollen eyes that she might see through the two open doors of the kitchen and the outhouse. "They're not taking him away?" she said fiercely. "Jenkins swore to me they'd give me notice." "No, he's still there," said Marcella, her voice shaking. "The inspector's come. You shall have notice."
Those precious letters had worn themselves away; so, too, had Marcella's religious feelings; she was once more another being. But these two years since she had said good-bye to Solesby and her school days? Once set thinking of bygones by the stimulus of Mellor and its novelty, Marcella must needs think, too, of her London life, of all that it had opened to her, and meant for her.
Human helplessness, human agony set against the careless joy of nature there is no new way of feeling these things. But not to have felt them, and with the mad, impotent passion and outcry which filled Marcella's heart at this moment, is never to have risen to the full stature of our kind. "Marcella, it is my strong wish my command that you do not go out to the village to-night."
If it's like our harvest festival, the things keep dropping in all day." Marcella's eyes were still on the ground. "I thought you were on your way to shoot, Mr. Raeburn?" "So I was, but there is no hurry; if I can be useful. Both the birds and the keeper can wait." "Where are you going?" "To some outlying fields of ours on the Windmill Hill. There is a tenant there who wants to see me.
He saw the old man's somewhat formal approach, the sudden kindle in the blue eyes which marked the first effect of Marcella's form and presence, the bow, the stately shake of the hand. The lover hearing his own heart beat, realised that his beautiful lady had so far done well.
She let Marcella understand that she suspected a great deal, in the matter of that handsome Lady Madeleine. It was immensely interesting, of course; but wasn't Lord Ancoats a trifle wild? she bent over and whispered in Marcella's ears; was it likely that he would settle himself so soon? didn't one hear sad tales of his theatrical friends and the rest? And what could one expect!
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