Faith, it was well for you I didn't catch ye then. I should have taken a revenge in a better way than I shall now. I mean to have that kiss of ye. Come, Miss Nancy; do you hear?--'Tis no use for you to lurk inside there. You'll have to turn out as soon as Boney comes over the hill--Are you going to open the door, I say, and speak to me in a civil way. What do you think I am, then, that you should barricade yourself against me as if I was a wild beast or Frenchman. Open the door, or put out your head, or do something; or 'pon my soul I'll break in the door!'
It occurred to Anne at this point of the tirade that the best policy would be to temporize till somebody should return, and she put out her head and face, now grown somewhat pale.
'That's better,' said Festus. 'Now I can talk to you. Come, my dear, will you open the door. Why should you be afraid of me?'
'I am not altogether afraid of you; I am safe from the French here,' said Anne, not very truthfully, and anxiously casting her eyes over the vacant down.
'Then let me tell you that the alarm is false, and that no landing has been attempted. Now will you open the door and let me in. I am tired. I have been on horseback ever since daylight, and have come to bring you the good tidings.'
Anne looked as if she doubted the news.
'Come,' said Festus.
'No, I cannot let you in,' she murmured, after a pause.
'Dash my wig, then,' he cried, his face flaming up, 'I'll find a way to get in. Now, don't you provoke me. You don't know what I am capable of. I ask you again, will you open the door?'
'Why do you wish it?' she said faintly.
'I have told you I want to sit down; and I want to ask you a question.'
'You can ask me from where you are.'
'I cannot ask you properly. It is about a serious matter. whether you will accept my heart and hand. I am not going to throw myself at your feet; but I ask you to do your duty as a woman, namely, give your solemn word to take my name as soon as the war is over and I have time to attend to you. I scorn to ask it of a haughty hussy who will only speak to me through a window; however, I put it to you for the last time, madam.'
There was no sign on the down of anybody's return, and she said, 'I'll think of it, sir.'
'You have thought of it long enough; I want to know. Will you or won't you?'
'Very well; I think I will.. And then she felt that she might be buying personal safety too dearly by shuffling thus, since he would spread the report that she had accepted him, and cause endless complication. 'No,' she said, 'I have changed my mind. I cannot accept you, Mr. Derriman.'
'That's how you play with me!' he exclaimed, stamping. '"Yes," one moment; "No," the next. Come, you don't know what you refuse. That old hall is my uncle's own, and he has nobody else to leave it to.
As soon as he's dead I shall throw up farming and start as a squire.
And now,' he added with a bitter sneer, 'what a fool you are to hang back from such a chance!'
'Thank you, I don't value it,' said Anne.
'Because you hate him who would make it yours?'
'It may not lie in your power to do that.'
'What--has the old fellow been telling you his affairs?'
'No.'
'Then why do you mistrust me. Now, after this will you open the door, and show that you treat me as a friend if you won't accept me as a lover. I only want to sit and talk to you.'
Anne thought she would trust him; it seemed almost impossible that he could harm her. She retired from the window and went downstairs.
When her hand was upon the bolt of the door, her mind misgave her.
Instead of withdrawing it she remained in silence where she was, and he began again--'Are you going to unfasten it?'
Anne did not speak.
'Now, dash my wig, I will get at you. You've tried me beyond endurance. One kiss would have been enough that day in the mead; now I'll have forty, whether you will or no!'
He flung himself against the door; but as it was bolted, and had in addition a great wooden bar across it, this produced no effect. He was silent for a moment, and then the terrified girl heard him attempt the shuttered window. She ran upstairs and again scanned the down. The yellow gig still lay in the blazing sunshine, and the horse of Festus stood by the corner of the garden--nothing else was to be seen. At this moment there came to her ear the noise of a sword drawn from its scabbard; and, peeping over the window-sill, she saw her tormentor drive his sword between the joints of the shutters, in an attempt to rip them open. The sword snapped off in his hand. With an imprecation he pulled out the piece, and returned the two halves to the scabbard.
'Ha! ha!' he cried, catching sight of the top of her head. ''Tis only a joke, you know; but I'll get in all the same. All for a kiss. But never mind, we'll do it yet!. He spoke in an affectedly light tone, as if ashamed of his previous resentful temper; but she could see by the livid back of his neck that he was brimful of suppressed passion. 'Only a jest, you know,' he went on. 'How are we going to do it now. Why, in this way. I go and get a ladder, and enter at the upper window where my love is. And there's the ladder lying under that corn-rick in the first enclosed field. Back in two minutes, dear!'
He ran off, and was lost to her view.