Lady Audley’s Secret M. E. Braddon (best historical fiction books of all time TXT) 📖

he puts a pencil cross upon one of ’em, and nothing on the other: and then he pays the surgeon for his trouble, and the surgeon says, ain’t there nothin’ more he can do for him, and can’t he persuade him to stay in Brentwood till his arm’s better; but he says no, no, it ain’t possible; and then he says to me, ‘Come along o’ me to the railway station, and I’ll give you what I’ve promised.’

“So I went to the station with him. We was in time to catch the train as stops at Brentwood at half after eight, and we had five minutes to spare. So he takes me into a corner of the platform, and he says, ‘I wants you to deliver these here letters for me,’ which I told him I was willin’. ‘Very well, then,’ he says; ‘look here; you know Audley Court?’ ‘Yes,’ I says, ‘I ought to, for my sweetheart lives lady’s maid there.’ ‘Whose lady’s maid?’ he says. So I tells him, ‘My lady’s, the new lady what was governess at Mr. Dawson’s.’ ‘Very well, then,’ he says; ‘this here letter with the cross upon the envelope is for Lady Audley, but you’re to be sure to give it into her own hands; and remember to take care as nobody sees you give it.’ I promises to do this, and he hands me the first letter. And then he says, ‘Do you know Mr. Audley, as is nevy to Sir Michael?’ and I said, ‘Yes, I’ve heerd tell on him, and I’ve heerd as he was a reg’lar swell, but affable and free-spoken’ (for I heerd ’em tell on you, you know),” Luke added, parenthetically. “ ‘Now look here,’ the young chap says, ‘you’re to give this other letter to Mr. Robert Audley, whose a-stayin’ at the Sun Inn, in the village;’ and I tells him it’s all right, as I’ve know’d the Sun ever since I was a baby. So then he gives me the second letter, what’s got nothing wrote upon the envelope, and he gives me a five-pound note, accordin’ to promise; and then he says, ‘Good day, and thank you for all your trouble,’ and he gets into a second-class carriage; and the last I sees of him is a face as white as a sheet of writin’ paper, and a great patch of stickin’-plaster crisscrossed upon his forehead.”

“Poor George! poor George!”

“I went back to Audley, and I went straight to the Sun Inn, and asked for you, meanin’ to deliver both letters faithful, so help me God! then; but the landlord told me as you’d started off that mornin’ for London, and he didn’t know when you’d come back, and he didn’t know the name o’ the place where you lived in London, though he said he thought it was in one o’ them law courts, such as Westminster Hall or Doctors’ Commons, or somethin’ like that. So what was I to do? I couldn’t send a letter by post, not knowin’ where to direct to, and I couldn’t give it into your own hands, and I’d been told partickler not to let anybody else know of it; so I’d nothing to do but to wait and see if you come back, and bide my time for givin’ of it to you.

“I thought I’d go over to the Court in the evenin’ and see Phoebe, and find out from her when there’d be a chance of seein’ her lady, for I know’d she could manage it if she liked. So I didn’t go to work that day, though I ought to ha’ done, and I lounged and idled about until it was nigh upon dusk, and then I goes down to the meadows behind the Court, and there I finds Phoebe sure enough, waitin’ agen the wooden door in the wall, on the lookout for me.

“I hadn’t been talkin’ to her long before I see there was somethink wrong with her and I told her as much.

“Well,’ she says, ‘I ain’t quite myself this evenin’, for I had a upset yesterday, and I ain’t got over it yet.’

“ ‘A upset,’ I says. ‘You had a quarrel with your missus, I suppose.’

“She didn’t answer me directly, but she smiled the queerest smile as ever I see, and presently she says:

“No, Luke, it weren’t nothin’ o’ that kind; and what’s more, nobody could be friendlier toward me than my lady. I think she’d do any think for me a’most; and I think, whether it was a bit o’ farming stock and furniture or suchlike, or whether it was the goodwill of a public-house, she wouldn’t refuse me anythink as I asked her.’

“I couldn’t make out this, for it was only a few days before as she’d told me her missus was selfish and extravagant, and we might wait a long time before we could get what we wanted from her.

“So I says to her, ‘Why, this is rather sudden like, Phoebe;’ and she says, ‘Yes, it is sudden;’ and she smiles again, just the same sort of smile as before. Upon that I turns round upon her sharp, and says:

“I’ll tell you what it is, my gal, you’re a-keepin’ somethink from me; somethink you’ve been told, or somethink you’ve found out; and if you think you’re a-goin’ to try that game on with me, you’ll find you’re very much mistaken; and so I give you warnin’.”

“But she laughed it off like, and says, ‘Lor’ Luke, what could have put such fancies into your head?’

“ ‘Perhaps other people can keep secrets as well as you,’ I said, ‘and perhaps other people can make friends as well as you. There was a gentleman came here to see your missus yesterday, warn’t there⁠—a tall young gentleman with a brown beard?’

“Instead of answering of me like a Christian, my Cousin Phoebe bursts out a-cryin’, and wrings her hands, and goes on awful, until I’m dashed if I can make out what she’s up to.

“But little by little I