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Far down the harbour she could see the sails of the Policy just disappearing round a wooded headland. An hour or so after breakfast, as Dolly was at work among her flowers, the tall figure of Sergeant Burt stood before her, and saluted "The Policy has sailed, Miss Scarsbrook," said the Sergeant, "and I have brought you a letter."
Scarsbrook mentally, modestly replied that he did not care to obtrude private affairs at an inopportune time. He knew that weighty affairs doubtless occupied Mr. Scarsbrook's mind during his business hours, but had intended to do himself the honour of presenting his letter later on, &c. This at once impressed the D.A.A.C.G., who asked him to dinner that evening.
One moment of fresh battle between them there has been in the park on the subject of old Scarsbrook. Preposterous! that she should think for one moment she could be allowed to confess herself and so bring all the low talk of the neighbourhood about her ears.
'I've often heard tell o' the Bannisdale Lady, he said, 'an now I've seen her! She asked him to sit down a minute to rest himself, and he fainted straight away. He's that old Scarsbrook, you know, whose wife does our washing. They live in that cottage by the weir, the other end of the park. I must go! Mrs. Denton's giving him some brandy and Alan's gone down. Isn't it an extraordinary thing?"
And with some difficulty half laughing she described the scene with Hubert, her rush home, her meeting with old Scarsbrook. "I tell you," she insisted at the end, "there is good in that boy somewhere there is!" Helbeck said nothing. "But you always saw the worst," she added, looking up. "I am afraid I only saw what there was," he said dryly. "Dear, it gets cold, and that white frock is very thin."
A good Catholic, it seems, lives in the train, and makes himself the catspaw of all who wish to use him for their own ends! ... As to that old peasant, Scarsbrook, what could be more arbitrary, more absurd, than Mr. Helbeck's behaviour? The matter turns out to be serious.
I think, if we make a comfortable seat for you, you'll be fit to drive home now." Supported by the Squire's strong arm on one side, and his wife on the other, Scarsbrook managed to hobble down the long passage leading to the door in the inner courtyard, where the pony cart was standing. It was evident that his perceptions were still wholly dazed.
"So I believe," said Foster wrathfully; "sells Dutch cheeses and brings them ashore with him." "You're a spy," said Dolly contemptuously. "Very well, Miss Scarsbrook, call me what you please. I can see your cheese merchant waddling this way now, attended by his ugly pirate of a boatswain.
Portveldt, a tall, well-made fellow, and handsomely dressed, stared at Foster's retreating figure in angry astonishment, then changing his mind about first visiting the Commissary, he opened the garden gate, and came suddenly upon Dorothy Scarsbrook seated upon a rustic bench, weeping bitterly. "My tear yong lady, vat is de matter? I beg you to led me gomfort you."
And if he sees Miss Scarsbrook out in the garden he swaggers in after her as if he were an admiral of the fleet Portveldt's his name, and and " "And what, Sergeant?" "Well, I think Miss Scarsbrook rather likes him, that's all.
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