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"No, everyone got out of the way in time," said Bert. "That's good. Who stopped the horses?" the old man asked. "Bert Bobbsey," answered Frank Miller. "He warned his sister and the other girls to steer to one side, and then he threw snow at the horses and made them fall down. Then they slowed up so we could grab 'em." "Ha! Bert Bobbsey did that, eh?" exclaimed aged Mr. Carford.
They were using her in their schemes, she was to be sacrificed; first she had been chosen as the lure with which to draw forth Monmouth's ambitions from their lair, and reveal them to the spying eyes of York and his tool Carford; if that plan were changed now, she would be no better for the change.
How come you to be wounded? Have you been quarrelling already?" "Already, madame." "But with whom, and why?" "With my Lord Carford. The reason I need not weary you with." "But I desire to know it." "Because my lord said that Mistress Gwyn had obtained me my commission." "But it was true." "Doubtless; yet I fought." "Why, if it were true?" I made her no answer.
I was so hot that I was within an ace of summoning him then and there to show by what right he rode so boldly through my native village; that offence would serve as well as any other. Yet prudence prevailed. The closed doors of the inn hid the party from my sight, and I went on my way, determined to be about by cockcrow, lest Carford should steal a march. But as I went I passed the Vicar's door.
"But it will be summer before it is winter again," said Freddie. "I'm going to have a motor boat and ride in it. And I'll take my fire engine along, and pump water." "Can I come, with my doll?" asked Flossie. "Yes, you may all come!" exclaimed Mamma Bobbsey, as she hugged the two little twins. "And don't forget," said Mr. Carford, "that Snow Lodge is open in the summer as well as in the winter.
Darrell was not long in returning to me. "You'd best go home," he said, in a low voice. "I'll arrange everything. You must meet to-morrow morning." I nodded my head; I had grown cool and collected now. Bowing slightly to Carford, and low to my host and the company, I turned to the door. As I passed through it, I heard the talk break out again behind me.
I bowed to M. de Fontelles with a merry smile; I could not conceal my amusement and did not care how it might puzzle him. I strode out of the kitchen and made my way up the stairs. I had to pass the Duke's apartment. The light still burned there, and he and Carford were sitting at the table. I put my head in. "If your Grace has no need of me, I'll seek my bed," said I, mustering a yawn.
Carford, as he took his leave, having helped to prove Bert's innocence "this time I have had a chance to do a Bobbsey a favor, in return for one you did me, Bert." "Yes, sir," answered Bert, not knowing what else to say. He was puzzling over what strange connection there might be between his family and Mr. Carford. "Come up and see me sometime," said the aged man.
"I don't want to go there myself, but that's no reason why others shouldn't. So, Mr. Bobbsey, if you like, you can take your whole family up there to Snow Lodge, near the lake, and in the woods, and stay as long as you like. Here are the keys!" and Mr. Carford tossed a jingling bunch on the table. "Snow Lodge! Oh, Papa, could we go there?" cried Flossie, now wide awake.
"She is very pretty, so far as I've looked at her." "Ah, and you've a discriminating glance, haven't you? Will she stay long?" "They say Madame will be here for ten or fourteen days yet." "And the French lady goes when Madame goes?" "I don't know as to that." "Why, nor I neither." She paused an instant. "You don't love Lord Carford?" Her question came abruptly and unlooked for.
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