第59章 CHAPTER XII.(9)

"Please,go away,"she said;"please,go.I will be very quiet;only,please,go."She could not bear just then to read any more of Miss Monro's letter;she tore open Mr.Johnson's--the date was a fortnight earlier than Miss Monro's;he also expressed his wonder at not hearing from her,in reply to his letter of January 9;but he added,that he thought that her trustees had judged rightly;the handsome sum the railway company had offered for the land when their surveyor decided on the alteration of the line,Mr.Osbaldistone,&c.&c.She could not read anymore;it was Fate pursuing her.Then she took the letter up again and tried to read;but all that reached her understanding was the fact that Mr.Johnson had sent his present letter to Miss Monro,thinking that she might know of some private opportunity safer than the post.Mr.Brown's was just such a letter as he occasionally sent her from time to time;a correspondence that arose out of their mutual regard for their dead friend Mr.Ness.It,too,had been sent to Miss Monro to direct.Ellinor was on the point of putting it aside entirely,when the name of Corbet caught her eye:"You will be interested to hear that the old pupil of our departed friend,who was so anxious to obtain the folio Virgil with the Italian notes,is appointed the new judge in room of Mr.Justice Jenkin.At least Iconclude that Mr.Ralph Corbet,Q.C.,is the same as the Virgil fancier.""Yes,"said Ellinor,bitterly;"he judged well;it would never have done."They were the first words of anything like reproach which she ever formed in her own mind during all these years.She thought for a few moments of the old times;it seemed to steady her brain to think of them.Then she took up and finished Miss Monro's letter.

That excellent friend had done all which she thought Ellinor would have wished without delay.She had written to Mr.Johnson,and charged him to do everything he could to defend Dixon and to spare no expense.She was thinking of going to the prison in the county town,to see the old man herself,but Ellinor could perceive that all these endeavours and purposes of Miss Monro's were based on love for her own pupil,and a desire to set her mind at ease as far as she could,rather than from any idea that Dixon himself could be innocent.

Ellinor put down the letters,and went to the door,then turned back,and locked them up in her writing-case with trembling hands;and after that she entered the drawing-room,looking liker to a ghost than to a living woman.

"Can I speak to you for a minute alone?"Her still,tuneless voice made the words into a command.Canon Livingstone arose and followed her into the little dining-room."Will you tell me all you know--all you have heard about my--you know what?""Miss Monro was my informant--at least at first--it was in the Times the day before I left.Miss Monro says it could only have been done in a moment of anger if the old servant is really guilty;that he was as steady and good a man as she ever knew,and she seems to have a strong feeling against Mr.Dunster,as always giving your father much unnecessary trouble;in fact,she hints that his disappearance at the time was supposed to be the cause of a considerable loss of property to Mr.Wilkins.""No!"said Ellinor,eagerly,feeling that some justice ought to be done to the dead man;and then she stopped short,fearful of saying anything that should betray her full knowledge."I mean this,"she went on;"Mr.Dunster was a very disagreeable man personally--and papa--we none of us liked him;but he was quite honest--please remember that."The canon bowed,and said a few acquiescing words.He waited for her to speak again.

"Miss Monro says she is going to see Dixon in--""Oh,Mr.Livingstone,I can't bear it!"He let her alone,looking at her pitifully,as she twisted and wrung her hands together in her endeavour to regain the quiet manner she had striven to maintain through the interview.She looked up at him with a poor attempt at an apologetic smile:

"It is so terrible to think of that good old man in prison!""You do not believe him guilty!"said Canon Livingstone,in some surprise."I am afraid,from all I heard and read,there is but little doubt that he did kill the man;I trust in some moment of irritation,with no premeditated malice."Ellinor shook her head.

"How soon can I get to England?"asked she."I must start at once.""Mrs.Forbes sent out while you were lying down.I am afraid there is no boat to Marseilles till Thursday,the day after to-morrow.""But I must go sooner!"said Ellinor,starting up."I must go;please help me.He may be tried before I can get there!""Alas!I fear that will be the case,whatever haste you make.The trial was to come on at the Hellingford Assizes,and that town stands first on the Midland Circuit list.To-day is the 27th of February;the assizes begin on the 7th of March.""I will start to-morrow morning early for Civita;there may be a boat there they do not know of here.At any rate,I shall be on my way.

If he dies,I must die too.Oh!I don't know what I am saying,I am so utterly crushed down!It would be such a kindness if you would go away,and let no one come to me.I know Mrs.Forbes is so good,she will forgive me.I will say good-by to you all before I go to-morrow morning;but I must think now."For one moment he stood looking at her as if he longed to comfort her by more words.He thought better of it,however,and silently left the room.

For a long time Ellinor sat still;now and then taking up Miss Monro's letter,and re-reading the few terrible details.Then she bethought her that possibly the canon might have brought a copy of the Times,containing the examination of Dixon before the magistrates,and she opened the door and called to a passing servant to make the inquiry.She was quite right in her conjecture;Dr.

Livingstone had had the paper in his pocket during his interview with her;but he thought the evidence so conclusive,that the perusal of it would only be adding to her extreme distress by accelerating the conviction of Dixon's guilt,which he believed she must arrive at sooner or later.

He had been reading the report over with Mrs.Forbes and her daughters,after his return from Ellinor's room,and they were all participating in his opinion upon it,when her request for the Times was brought.They had reluctantly agreed,saying there did not appear to be a shadow of doubt on the fact of Dixon's having killed Mr.Dunster,only hoping there might prove to be some extenuating circumstances,which Ellinor had probably recollected,and which she was desirous of producing on the approaching trial.