TEN days later, Rolfe, going down river in his barge, touched at my wharf, and finding me there walked with me toward the house.
"I have not seen you since you laughed my advice to scorn - and took it," he said. "Where's the farthingale, Benedick the married man?"
"In the house."
"Oh, ay!" he commented. "It's near to supper time. I trust she's a good cook?"
"She does not cook," I said dryly. "I have hired old Goody Cotton to do that."
He eyed me closely. "By all the gods! a new doublet! She is skillful with her needle, then?"
"She may be," I answered. "Having never seen her with one, I am no judge. The doublet was made by the tailor at Flowerdieu Hundred."
By this we had reached the level sward at the top of the bank.
"Roses!" he exclaimed, - "a long row of them new planted! An arbor, too, and a seat beneath the big walnut! Since when hast thou turned gardner, Ralph?"
"It's Diccon's doing. He is anxious to please his mistress."
"Who neither sews, nor cooks, nor plants! What does she do?"
"She pulls the roses," I said. "Come in."
When we had entered the house he stared about him; then cried out, "Acrasia's bower! Oh, thou sometime Guyon!" and began to laugh.
It was late afternoon, and the slant sunshine streaming in at door and window striped wall and floor with gold. Floor and wall were no longer logs gnarled and stained: upon the one lay a carpet of delicate ferns and aromatic leaves, and glossy vines, purple-berried, tapestried the other. Flowers - purple and red and yellow - were everywhere. As we entered, a figure started up from the hearth.
"St. George!" exclaimed Rolfe. "You have never married a blackamoor?"
"It is the negress, Angela," I said. "I bought her from William Pierce the other day. Mistress Percy wished a waiting damsel."
The creature, one of the five females of her kind then in Virginia, looked at us with large, rolling eyes. She knew a little Spanish, and I spoke to her in that tongue, bidding her find her mistress and tell her that company waited. When she was gone I placed a jack of ale upon the table, and Rolfe and I sat down to discuss it. Had I been in a mood for laughter, I could have found reason in his puzzled face. There were flowers upon the table, and beside them a litter of small objects, one of which he now took up.
"A white glove," he said, "perfumed and silver-fringed, and of a size to fit Titania."
I spread its mate out upon my palm. "A woman's hand. Too white, too soft, and too small."
He touched lightly, one by one, the slender fingers of the glove he held. "A woman's hand, - strength in weakness, veiled power, the star in the mist, guiding, beckoning, drawing upward!"
I laughed and threw the glove from me. "The star, a will-of-the-wisp; the goal, a slough," I said.
As he sat opposite me a change came over his face, a change so great that I knew before I turned that she was in the room.
The bundle which I had carried for her from Jamestown was neither small nor light. Why, when she fled, she chose to burden herself with such toys, or whether she gave a thought to the suspicions that might be raised in Virginia if one of Sir Edwyn's maids bedecked herself in silk and lace and jewels, I do not know, but she had brought to the forest and the tobacco fields the gauds of a maid of honor. The Puritan dress in which I first saw her was a thing of the past; she clothed herself now like the parrakeets in the forest, - or liker the lilies of the field, for verily she toiled not, neither did she spin.
Rolfe and I rose from our seats. "Mistress Percy," I said, "let me present to you a right worthy gentleman and my very good friend, Master John Rolfe."
She curtsied, and he bowed low. He was a man of quick wit and had been at court, but for a time he could find no words. Then:
"Mistress Percy's face is not one to be forgotten. I have surely seen it before, though where" -
Her color mounted, but she answered him indifferently enough.
"Probably in London, amongst the spectators of some pageant arranged in honor of the princess, your wife, sir," she said carelessly. "I had twice the fortune to see the Lady Rebekah passing through the streets."
"Not in the streets only," he said courteously. "I remember now: 't was at my lord bishop's dinner. A very courtly company it was.
You were laughing with my Lord Rich. You wore pearls in your hair" -
She met his gaze fully and boldly. "Memory plays us strange tricks at times," she told him in a clear, slightly raised voice, "and it hath been three years since Master Rolfe and his Indian princess were in London. His memory hath played him false."
She took her seat in the great chair which stood in the centre of the room, bathed in the sunlight, and the negress brought a cushion for her feet. It was not until this was done, and until she had resigned her fan to the slave, who stood behind her slowly waving the plumed toy to and fro, that she turned her lovely face upon us and bade us be seated.
An hour later a whippoorwill uttered its cry close to the window, through which now shone the crescent moon. Rolfe started up.
"Beshrew me! but I had forgot that I am to sleep at Chaplain's to-night. I must hurry on."
I rose, also. "You have had no supper!" I cried. "I too have forgotten."
He shook his head. "I cannot wait. Moreover, I have feasted, - yea, and drunk deep."
His eyes were very bright, with an exaltation in them as of wine.
Mine, I felt, had the same light. Indeed, we were both drunk with her laughter, her beauty, and her wit. When he had kissed her hand, and I had followed him out of the house and down the bank, he broke the silence.
"Why she came to Virginia I do not know " -
"Nor care to ask," I said.
