The Blue Castle

LII It was not until early afternoon the next day that a dreadful old car clanked up Elm Street and stopped in front of the brick house. A hatless man sprang from it and rushed up the steps. The bell was rung as it had never been rung before—vehemently, intensely. The ringer was demanding entrance, not asking it. Uncle Benjamin chuckled as he hurried to the door. Uncle Benjamin had “just dropped in” to enquire how dear Doss—Valancy was. Dear Doss—Valancy, he had been informed, was just the same. She had come down for breakfast—which she didn’t eat—gone back to her room, come down for dinner—which she didn’t eat—gone back to her room. That was all. She had not talked. And she had been let, kindly, considerately, alone. “Very good. Redfern will be here today,” said Uncle Benjamin. And now Uncle Benjamin’s reputation as a prophet was made. Redfern was here—unmistakably so. “Is my wife here?” he demanded of Uncle Benjamin without preface. Uncle Benjamin smiled expressively. “Mr. Redfern, I believe? Very glad to meet you, sir. Yes, that naughty little girl of yours is here. We have been——” “I must see her,” Barney cut Uncle Benjamin ruthlessly short. “Certainly, Mr. Redfern. Just step in here. Valancy will be down in a minute.” He ushered Barney into the parlour and betook himself to the sitting-room and Mrs. Frederick. “Go up and tell Valancy to come down. Her husband is here.” But so dubious was Uncle Benjamin as to whether Valancy could really come down in a minute—or at all—that he followed Mrs. Frederick on tiptoe up the stairs and listened in the hall. “Valancy dear,” said Mrs. Frederick tenderly, “your husband is in the parlour, asking for you.” “Oh, Mother.” Valancy got up from the window and wrung her hands. “I cannot see him—I cannot! Tell him to go away—_ask_ him to go away. I can’t see him!” “Tell her,” hissed Uncle Benjamin through the keyhole, “that Redfern says he won’t go away until he _has_ seen her.” Redfern had not said anything of the kind, but Uncle Benjamin thought he was that sort of a fellow. Valancy knew he was. She understood that she might as well go down first as last. She did not even look at Uncle Benjamin as she passed him on the landing. Uncle Benjamin did not mind. Rubbing his hands and chuckling, he retreated to the kitchen, where he genially demanded of Cousin Stickles: “Why are good husbands like bread?” Cousin Stickles asked why. “Because women need them,” beamed Uncle Benjamin. Valancy was looking anything but beautiful when she entered the parlour. Her white night had played fearful havoc with her face. She wore an ugly old brown-and-blue gingham, having left all her pretty dresses in the Blue Castle. But Barney dashed across the room and caught her in his arms. “Valancy, darling—oh, you darling little idiot! Whatever possessed you to run away like that? When I came home last night and found your...