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Eugene Hautville, on the roan, was coming at a mad run across the open field on the right towards the turn of the road. It seemed for a second as if Madelon would reach it before he did; but they met there, and the roan reared to a stop in the narrow road directly in front of the old white, who plunged furiously. "Look out there!" shouted Eugene, as the sleigh tilted on the snow-crust.
These chords in which the viol spoke were from the foundations of things, like the spring-time and the harvest and the frosts; they abided eternally through all the vain speculations of life, and sounded above the grave. No imagination of a great artist had David Hautville, but his music was to him like his woodcraft.
In the background David Hautville, wrathful and wondering, towered over them all. "I wish to declare in the presence of these witnesses," said Lot Gordon, "the doctor here testifying that I am in my right mind" the doctor gave a surly grunt of assent "that it is my firm belief that all mortal ills come to man through his own agency, and this last ill of mine is no exception.
"I am grateful to you for the interest you take in my son," she said; "I hope you will not excite yourself so much that you will be ill." "I will die if that can save him," answered Madelon Hautville, and went down the snowy steps over the terraces. Elvira Gordon, when she had closed the door, drew the bolt softly. Truth was, she thought the girl had gone mad through grief and love for her son.
Burr and his mother both knew it, but she sat in undisturbed serenity of pallor, and he stirred not a muscle, though a red spot blazed out on each cheek. Madelon Hautville sat in the singing seats, but he never looked at her nor she at him. There were curious eyes upon her also, for people wondered if Burr would turn to her now Dorothy Fair had jilted him; but she did not know it.
But here was this letter, in which Lot Gordon called her her, Madelon Hautville his sweetheart, and begged her to come to him, as he had something of importance to say to her! He used, moreover, terms of endearment which thrilled her with the stinging shame of lashes upon her bare shoulders at the public whipping-post.
That morning Madelon Hautville, after her household tasks were done, sat down again to sew her wedding-dress. The silk was of changeable tints, and flashed in patches of green and gold as it lay over her knee and swept around her to the floor. All the others had gone, but presently, as she sewed, Richard came in with some parcels. He had been on an errand to the store.
But that afternoon Eugene Hautville, who had gone all this time the long way to the village, felt his own instincts, or the natural towardness of his heart, too strong for him. Often, watching from a distance across the fields, he had seen a pale flutter of skirts in the lane, and knew well enough that Dorothy was there, and had turned back; but this time he walked on.
He and Jim talked for a few moments, but Mrs. Otis, straining her ears on the door-step, could not hear. Suddenly Jim said, quite distinctly, "She wanted to know if I saw him give her the knife." There was a pause; then Eugene Hautville asked, in a voice with which he might have addressed a judge of his life and death, "Did you?" "No," said Jim Otis.
They were warmly attached to each other and Lady Carruthers fancied that she already saw some signs of liking on the part of Marion for Basil. While Miss Hautville pursued her quiet, ordinary course of education under Lady Carruthers' roof, Basil went through Eton and Oxford; at both places he gained high honors and at both places he succeeded in puzzling his tutors and masters.
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