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She turned to the trembling Garrod. Then you!
Even as he demurred, he saw her hand go up. Next moment the whipcord hissed past his face and there was a deafening report in his right ear, and the next a fearful explosion just under his left ear, and many more at every turn and corner of his face, while the poor man stood with closed eyes and unuttered prayers. It was an elaborate substitute for the simpler fun of whipping his cap off, the unhappy creature being bareheaded already. At last, feeling himself still untouched, Garrod opened his eyes, watched his opportunity, and, while the lash still quivered in mid-air, turned and made a valiant bolt for shelter. His shirt was cut between the shoulder-blades as cleanly as though a knife had done it, but he reached the saddle-room with a whole skin.
Ye cowardly devils! roared the Bride, now beside herself her dark eyes ablaze with diabolical merriment. Ill keep you there all day, so help me, if you dont come out of it! And, in the execution of her threat, the long lash cracked in the doorway with terrifying echoes.
At that moment, wildly excited as she was, she became conscious of a new presence in the yard. She turned her head, to see a somewhat mean-looking figure in ancient tweed, with his back to the light, but apparently regarding her closely from under the shadow of his broad felt wideawake.
Another of em, I do declare! cried the Bride. And with that the lash cracked in the ears of the unfortunate new-comer, who stood as though turned to stone.
The blue sky, from this luckless persons point of view, became alive with the writhings of serpents, hell-black and numberless. His ears were filled and stunned with the fiendish musketry. He stood like a statue; his hands were never lifted from the pockets of his Norfolk jacket; he never once removed his piercing gaze from the wild face of his tormentor.
Why dont you take off your hat to a lady? that lunatic now shouted, laughing hoarsely, but never pausing in her vile work. Faith, but Ill do it for you!
The wideawake then and there spun up into the air, even as the half-sovereign had spun before it. And the very next instant the stock-whip slipped from the fingers of the Bride. She had uncovered the gray hairs of her father-in-law, Sir James Bligh! At the same moment there was a loud shout behind her, and she staggered backward almost into the arms of her horror-stricken husband. Even then the Bride knew that Granville was there too, watching her misery with grinning eyes. And the Judge did not move a muscle, but stood as he had stood under her fire, piercing her through and through with his stern eyes; and there was an expression upon his face which the worst malefactors he had ever dealt with had perhaps not seen there; and a terrible silence held the air after the mad uproar of the last few minutes.
That awful stillness was broken by the patter of unsteady footsteps. With a crimson face the Bride tottered rather than ran across the yard, and fell upon her knees on the wet cement, at the Judges feet.
Forgive me, she said; I never saw it was you!
CHAPTER V GRANVILLE ON THE SITUATION
They have gone! he ejaculated. If he had referred to the British workman or to the bailiffs he could not have employed more emphatic tones of relief; so Lady Bligh naturally asked to whom he did refer.
To the happy pair! said Granville.
They have gone to town, then?
To town for the day.
Lady Bligh took up her pen again, but only to wipe it, deliberately. Now, Granville, she said, leaning back in her chair, I want you to tell me the truth about about whatever happened before breakfast. I dont know yet quite what did happen. I want to get at the truth; but so far I have been able to gather only shreds and patches of the truth.
Granville rose briskly to his feet and took his stand upon the hearthrug. Then he leant an elbow on the chimney-piece, adjusted his eyeglass, and smiled down upon Lady Bligh. One easily might have imagined that the task imposed upon him was congenial in the extreme. Without further pressing he told the story, and told it succinctly and well, with
a zest that was vaguely felt rather than detected, and with an entire and artistic suppression of his usual commentaries. The mere story was so effective in itself that the most humorous parenthesis could not have improved it, and Granville had the wit to tell it simply. But when he reached the point where the Judge appeared on the scene Lady Bligh stopped him; Granville was disappointed.
I think perhaps I have been told what happened then, said Lady Bligh; at all events I seem to know, and I dont care to hear it again. Oh! it was too scandalous! But tell me, Gran, how did your father bear it? at the time, I mean.
Like a man! said Granville, with righteous warmth. Like a man! With that vile whip cracking under his very nose, he did not flinch he did not stir. Then she whipped his hat from his head; and then she saw what she had done, and went down on her knees to him as if that would undo it!