“Those people with the dogs …” He shivered.
“I was terribly frightened, Jocelyn, weren’t you?”
He was silent for a while, then he said: “I thought they had come to take me, yes.
I thought it was the end. When they took my father and in a short time had murdered him-they called it execution, I call it murder-something happened to me. It was almost as though I felt there was no sense in working against fate. As I lay there with you in my arms, I thought: This is the end. But before I die I shall have known Priscilla and it was all this which brought me to her. You see, it is a sort of acceptance of fate.”
“You are philosophical.”
“Perhaps. If I am to die then die I must, but if fate is kind to me and preserves me from this, then I can think of my future and I want you to share it with me, Priscilla.”
“You scarcely know me.”
“In circumstances like this acquaintance ripens very quickly into friendship and friendship into love. You have risked a great deal for me.”
“So have the others.”
“But I prize what you have done most. Whatever happens I have had those moments with you in the cave when you lay close to me and your heart beat with fear … for me. I shall remember that moment forever and I should not have had it but for the fear which went with it. Most things that are worth having have to be paid for.”
“You are indeed a philosopher.”
“Events make us what we are. I know that I shall love you until I die. Priscilla, when this is over…”
I felt in an exalted mood. Too much had happened in such a short time. That fearful experience and then a proposal of marriage. And I was fourteen years old! I was regarded as a child in my home-Edwin’s little sister. And that was how Leigh thought of me, too. Little sister! That had rankled coming from him.
“Priscilla …” Jocelyn was saying, “will you remember this … forever? Shall we plight our troth here on this desolate beach?”
I smiled at him. He was so handsome and melancholy in a way-a young man to whom brutal life had been revealed and it had made him accept it instead of rebelling against it. I admired him, and when he kissed me I was aware of an excitement which I had never felt before.
It was so comforting to be loved. Moreover, he did not regard me as a child, I thought to myself, and it was as though I were talking to Leigh.
“Jocelyn,” I replied, “I think I love you, too. I know that if they really had been looking for you and had taken you, I should have been more unhappy than I have ever been before.”
“It’s love, my dearest Priscilla,” he said, “and it will grow and grow and wrap itself about us for the rest of our lives.”
So we kissed and plighted our troth, as they say. He gave me the ring he was wearing on his little finger. It was gold with a stone of lapis lazuli. It was big and would only stay on my middle finger and even then was in danger of slipping off.
It was hard to leave him then, but I knew that I must if I were going to get back before dark.
He was reluctant to let me go but I reminded him that we must be more careful than ever now.
“Do not have the lantern lighted when you sleep,” I warned. “It could guide people to you. Oh, do be careful, Jocelyn.”
“I will,” he assured me. “I have the future to think of now.”
Leigh came back that evening.
We were all overcome with joy at the sight of him and the news was good.
He told us about it as we sat over supper in the winter parlour after the servants had all gone away. Even so he spoke in whispers and warned us to do the same, and every now and then went to the door to make sure that no one was near.
“Harriet says she will have him,” he told us. “He is to be John Frisby whose mother acted with her, and whom she knew as a child actor himself when she played in London.
He can stay there for as long as he likes. She’ll brief him when he arrives and make sure that if any other actors come visiting her, he will be warned about them. She’s excited. She was excited right from the beginning of the prospect. She said she was getting a little tired of being in the country, but now it would be as good as a play. I’m going off now to see him. I shall have to get a horse for him somewhere.
In fact I had one at a horse dealer’s … Shoulden way. I can collect it tonight and take it down to him. I want him on his way.”
“Do we need food?” asked Christabel. “They are getting a little suspicious in the kitchen.”
“No,” said Leigh. “He’ll have money and he can feed himself during the journey. Soon after he’ll be with Harriet. All he wants is the horse and directions how to get there. I think our part of the plot is almost over.”
I told him about the people and the dogs and how terrified we had been-but I did not mention our conversation and its result.
“Yes,” said Edwin. “I guessed it would be tricky there for more than a night or two.
It will be a relief when he is with Harriet.”
We were all rather subdued, and as soon as supper was over Leigh went out again.
I overheard one of the servants say: “Master Leigh’s no sooner in than out.”
