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BY THE AUTHOR OF "SCENES AND CHARACTERS," "KINGS OF ENGLAND," ETC.
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LONDON: PRINTED BY JOSEPH MASTERS AND CO., ALDERSGATE
STREET.
Less patient was the sole occupant of the carriage, a maiden of about
sixteen years of age, whose shady dark grey eyes, parted lips, and flushed
complexion, were all full of the utmost eagerness, as every two or three
minutes she looked up from the book which she held in her hand to examine
the clock over the station door, compare it with her watch, and study the
countenances of the by-
standers to see whether they expressed any anxiety respecting the non-arrival of the train. All, however, seemed quite at their ease, and after a time the arrival of the railway omnibus and two or three other carriages, convinced her that the rest of the world only now began to consider it to be due. At last the ringing of a bell quickened everybody into a sudden state of activity, and assured her that the much-desired moment was come. The cloud of smoke was seen, the panting of the engine was heard, the train displayed its length before the station, men ran along tapping the doors of the carriages, and shouting a word which bore some distant resemblance to "Teignmouth," and at the same moment various travellers emerged from the different vehicles.
Her eye eagerly sought out one of these arrivals, who on his side, after
a hasty greeting to the servant who met him on the platform, hurried to the
carriage, and sprang into it. The two faces, exactly alike in form,
complexion, and features, were for one moment pressed together, then
withdrawn, in the consciousness of the publicity of the scene, but the
hands remained locked together, and earnest was the tone of the
"Well, Fred!" "Well, Henrietta!" which formed the
greeting of the twin brother and sister.
"And was not mamma well enough to come?" asked Frederick, as
the carriage turned away from the station.
"She was afraid of the heat. She had some business letters to
write yesterday, which teased her, and she has not
recovered from them yet; but she has been very well, on
the whole, this summer. But what of your school affairs, Fred? How did the
examination go off?"
"I am fourth, and Alex Langford fifth. Every one says the prize
will lie between us next year."
"Surely," said Henrietta, "you must be able to beat
him then, if you are before him now."
"Don't make too sure, Henrietta," said Frederick,
shaking his head, "Langford is a hard-working fellow, very
exact and accurate; I should not have been before him now if it had not
been for my verses."
"I know Beatrice is very proud of Alexander," said
Henrietta, "she would make a great deal of his success."
"Why of his more than of that of any other cousin?" said
Frederick with some dissatisfaction.
"O you know he is the only one of the Knight Sutton cousins whom
she patronizes; all the others she calls cubs and bears and Osbaldistones.
And indeed, Uncle Geoffrey says he thinks it was in great part owing to her
that Alex is different from the rest. At least he began to think him worth
cultivating from the time he found him and Busy Bee perched up together in
an apple-tree, she telling him the story of Alexander the Great. And
how she always talks about Alex when she is here."
"Is she at Knight Sutton?"
"Yes, Aunt Geoffrey would not come here, because she did not wish
to be far from London, because old Lady Susan has not been well. And only
think, Fred, Queen Bee says there is a very nice house to be let close to
the village, and they went to look at it with grandpapa, and he kept on
saying how well it would do for us."
"O, if we could but get mamma there!" said Fred. "What
does she say?"
"She knows the house, and says it is a very pleasant one,"
said Henrietta; "but that is not an inch--no, not the hundredth
part of an inch--towards going there!"
"It would surely be a good thing for her if she
could but be brought to believe so," said Frederick. "All her attachments are there--her own home; my father's home."
"There is nothing but the sea to be attached to, here," said
Henrietta. "Nobody can take root without some local interest, and as
to acquaintance, the people are always changing."
"And there is nothing to do," added Fred; "nothing
possible but boating and riding, which are not worth the misery which they
cause her, as Uncle Geoffrey says. It is very, very--"
"Aggravating," said Henrietta, supplying one of the numerous
stock of family slang words.
"Yes, aggravating," said he with a smile, "to be
placed under the necessity of being absurd, or of annoying her!"
"Annoying! O, Fred, you do not know a quarter of what she goes
through when she thinks you are in any danger. It could not be worse if you
were on the field of battle! And it is very strange, for she is not at all
a timid person for herself. In the boat, that time when the wind rose, I am
sure Aunt Geoffrey was more afraid than she was, and I have seen it again
and again that she is not easily frightened."
"No: and I do not think she is afraid for you."
"Not as she is for you, Fred; but then boys are so much more
precious than girls, and besides they love to endanger themselves so much,
that I think that is reasonable."
"Uncle Geoffrey thinks there is something nervous and morbid in
it," said Fred: "he thinks that it is the remains of the
horror of the sudden shock--"
"What? Our father's accident?" asked Henrietta.
"I never knew rightly about that. I only knew it was when we were but
a week old."
"No one saw it happen," said Fred; "he went
out riding, his horse came home without him, and he was lying by the side of the road."
"Did they bring him home?" asked Henrietta, in the same low
thrilling tone in which her brother spoke.
"Yes, but he never recovered his senses: he just said
'Mary,' once or twice, and only lived to the middle of the
night!"
"Terrible!" said Henrietta, with a shudder. "O! how
did mamma ever recover it?--at least, I do not think she has recovered
it now,--but I meant live, or be even as well as she is."
"She was fearfully ill for long after," said Fred,
"and Uncle Geoffrey thinks that these anxieties for me are an effect
of the shock. He says they are not at all like her usual character. I am
sure it is not to be wondered at."
"O no, no," said Henrietta. "What a mystery it has
always seemed to us about papa! She sometimes mentioning him in talking
about her childish days and Knight Sutton, but if we tried to ask any more,
grandmamma stopping us directly, till we learned to believe we ought never
to utter his name. I do believe, though, that mamma herself would have
found it a comfort to talk to us about him, if poor dear grandmamma had not
always cut her short, for fear it should be too much for her."
"But had you not always an impression of something dreadful about
his death?"
"O yes, yes; I do not know how we acquired it, but that I am sure
we had, and it made us shrink from asking any questions, or even from
talking to each other about it. All I knew I heard from Beatrice. Did Uncle
Geoffrey tell you this?"
"Yes, he told me when he was here last Easter, and I was asking
him to speak to mamma about my fishing, and saying how horrid it was to be
kept back from everything. First he laughed, and said it
was the penalty of being an only son, and then he entered upon this history, to show me how it is."
"But it is very odd that she should have let you learn to ride,
which one would have thought she would have dreaded most of all."
"That was because she thought it right, he says. Poor mamma, she
said to him, 'Geoffrey, if you think it right that Fred should begin
to ride, never mind my folly.' He says that he thinks it cost her as
much resolution to say that as it might to be martyred. And the same about
going to school."
"Yes, yes; exactly," said Henrietta, "if she thinks it
is right, bear it she will, cost her what it may! O there is nobody like
mamma. Busy Bee says so, and she knows, living in London and seeing so many
people as she does."
"I never saw anyone so like a queen," said Fred. "No,
nor anyone so beautiful, though she is so pale and thin. People say you are
like her in her young days, Henrietta; and to be sure, you have a decent
face of your own, but you will never be as beautiful as mamma, not if you
live to be a hundred."
"You are afraid to compliment my face because it is so like your
own, Master Fred," retorted his sister; "but one comfort is,
that I shall grow more like her by living to a hundred, whereas you will
lose all the little likeness you have, and grow a grim old
Black-beard! But I was going to say, Fred, that, though I think
there is a great deal of truth in what Uncle Geoffrey said, yet I do
believe that poor grandmamma made it worse. You know she had always been in
India, and knew less about boys than mamma, who had been brought up with
papa and my uncles, so she might really believe that everything was
dangerous; and I have often seen her quite as much alarmed, or more
perhaps, about you--her consolations just showing that she
was in a dreadful fright, and making mamma twice as bad."
"Well," said Fred, sighing, "that is all over now, and
she thought she was doing it all for the best."
"And," proceeded Henrietta, "I think, and Queen Bee
thinks, that this perpetual staying on at Rocksand was more owing to her
than to mamma. She imagined that mamma could not bear the sight of Knight
Sutton, and that it was a great kindness to keep her from thinking of
moving--"
"Ay, and that nobody can doctor her but Mr. Clarke," added
Fred.
"Till now, I really believe," said Henrietta, "that
the possibility of moving has entirely passed out of her mind, and she no
more believes that she can do it than that the house can."
"Yes," said Fred, "I do not think a journey occurs to
her among events possible, and yet without being very fond of this
place."
"Fond! O no! it never was meant to be a home, and has nothing
homelike about it! All her affections are really at Knight Sutton, and if
she once went there, she would stay and be so much happier among her own
friends, instead of being isolated here with me. In grandmamma's time
it was not so bad for her, but now she has no companion at all but me.
Rocksand has all the loneliness of the country without its
advantages."
"There is not much complaint as to happiness, after all,"
said Fred.
"No, O no! but then it is she who makes it delightful, and it
cannot be well for her to have no one to depend upon but me. Besides, how
useless one is here. No opportunity of doing anything for the poor people,
no clergyman who will put one into the way of being useful. O how nice it
would be at Knight Sutton!"
"And perhaps she would be cured of her fears," added Fred;
"she would find no one to share them, and be convinced by seeing that
the cousins there come to no harm. I wish Uncle Geoffrey would recommend
it!"
"Well, we will see what we can do," said Henrietta. "I
do think we may persuade her, and I think we ought; it would be for her
happiness and for yours, and on all accounts I am convinced that it ought
to be done."
And as Henrietta came to this serious conclusion, they entered the steep
straggling street of the little town of Rocksand, and presently were within
the gates of the sweep which led to the door of the verandahed Gothic
cottage, which looked very tempting for summer's lodging, but was
little fitted for a permanent abode.
In spite of all the longing wishes expressed during the drive, no
ancestral home, beloved by inheritance, could have been entered with more
affectionate rapture than that with which Frederick Langford sprung from
the carriage, and flew to the arms of his mother, receiving and returning
such a caress as could only be known by a boy conscious that he had done
nothing to forfeit home love and confidence.
Turning back the fair hair that hung over his forehead, Mrs. Langford
looked into his eyes, saying, half-interrogatively,
half-affirmatively, "All right, Fred? Nothing that we need be
afraid to tell Uncle Geoffrey? Well, Henrietta, he is grown, but he has not
passed you yet. And now, Freddy, tell us about your examination,"
added she, as fondly leaning on his arm, she proceeded into the
drawing-room, and they sat down together on the sofa, talking
eagerly and joyously.
Mrs. Frederick Henry Langford, to give her her proper style, was in
truth one whose peculiar love-
liness of countenance well deserved the admiration expressed by her son. It was indeed pale and thin, but the features were beautifully formed, and had that expression of sweet placid resignation which would have made a far plainer face beautiful. The eyes were deep dark blue, and though sorrow and suffering had dimmed their brightness, their softness was increased; the smile was one of peace, of love, of serenity; of one who, though sorrow-stricken, as it were, before her time, had lived on in meek patience and submission, almost a child in her ways, as devoted to her mother, as little with a will and way of her own, as free from the cares of this work-a-day world. The long luxuriant dark brown hair, which once, as now with Henrietta, had clustered in thick glossy ringlets over her comb and round her face, was in thick braids beneath the delicate lace cap which suited with her plain black silk dress. Her figure was slender, so tall that neither her well-grown son nor daughter had yet reached her height, and, as Frederick said, with something queenlike in its unconscious grace and dignity.
As a girl she had been the merriest of the merry, and even now she had
great playfulness of manner, and threw herself into the occupation of the
moment with a life and animation that gave an uncommon charm to her
manners, so that how completely sorrow had depressed and broken her spirit
would scarcely have been guessed by one who had not known her in earlier
days.
Frederick's account of his journey and of his school news was
heard and commented on, a work of time extending far into the dinner; the
next matter in the regular course of conversation on the day of arrival was
to talk over Uncle and Aunt Geoffrey's proceedings, and the Knight
Sutton affairs.
"So, Uncle Geoffrey has been in the North?" said Fred.
"Yes, on a special retainer," said Mrs. Langford, "and
very much he seems to have enjoyed his chance of seeing York
Cathedral."
"He wrote to me in court," said Fred, "to tell me what
books I had better get up for this examination, and on a bit of paper
scribbled all over one side with notes of the evidence. He said the
Cathedral was beautiful beyond all he ever imagined."
"Had he never seen it before?" said Henrietta.
"Lawyers seem made to travel in their vacations."
"Uncle Geoffrey could not be spared," said her mamma;
"I do not know what Grandmamma Langford would do if he cheated her of
anymore of his holidays than he bestows upon us. He is far too valuable to
be allowed to take his own pleasure."
"Besides, his own pleasure is at Knight Sutton," said
Henrietta.
"He goes home just as he used from school," said Mrs.
Langford. "Indeed, except a few grey hairs and
'crowsfeet,' he is not in the least altered from those days;
his work and play come in just the same way."
"And, as his daughter says, he is just as much the home
pet," added Henrietta, "only rivalled by Busy Bee
herself."
"No," said Fred, "according to Aunt Geoffrey, there
are two suns in one sphere: Queen Bee is grandpapa's pet, Uncle
Geoffrey grandmamma's. It must be great fun to see them."
"Happy people!" said Mrs. Langford.
"Henrietta says," proceeded Fred, "that there is a
house to be let at Knight Sutton."
"The Pleasance; yes, I know it well," said his mother:
"it is not actually in the parish, but close to the borders, and a
very pretty place."
"With a pretty little stream in the garden, Fred, "said
Henrietta, "and looking into that beautiful Sussex coom, that there
is a drawing of in mamma's room."
"What size is it?" added Fred.
"The comparative degree," said Mrs. Langford, "but my
acquaintance with it does not extend beyond the recollection of a
pretty-looking drawing-room with French windows, and a lawn
where I used to be allowed to run about when I went with Grandmamma
Langford to call on the old Miss Drakes. I wonder your Uncle Roger does not
take it, for those boys can scarcely, I should think, be wedged into Sutton
Leigh when they are all at home."
"I wish some one else would take it," said Fred.
"Some one," added Henrietta, "who would like it of all
things, and be quite at home there."
"A person," proceeded the boy, "who likes Knight
Sutton and its inhabitants better than anything else."
"Only think," joined in the young lady, "how
delightful it would be. I can just fancy you, mamma, sitting out on this
lawn you talk of, on a summer's day, and nursing your pinks and
carnations, and listening to the nightingales, and Grandpapa and Grandmamma
Langford, and Uncle and Aunt Roger, and the cousins coming walking in at
any time without ringing at the door! And how nice to have Queen Bee and
Uncle and Aunt Geoffrey all the vacation!"
"Without feeling as if we were robbing Knight Sutton," said
Mrs. Langford. "Why, we should have you a regular little country
maid, Henrietta, riding shaggy ponies, and scrambling over hedges, as your
mamma did before you."
"And being as happy as a queen," said Hen-
rietta; "and the poor people, you know them all, don't you, mamma?"
"I know their names, but my generation must have nearly passed
away. But I should like you to see old Daniels the carpenter, whom the boys
used to work with, and who was so fond of them. And the old schoolmistress
in her spectacles. How she must be scandalized by the introduction of a
noun and a verb!"
"Who has been so cruel?" asked Fred. "Busy Bee, I
suppose."
"Yes," said Henrietta, "she teaches away with all her
might; but she says she is afraid they will forget it all while she is in
London, for there is no one to keep it up. Now, I could do that nicely. How
I should like to be Queen Bee's deputy."
"But," said Fred, "how does Beatrice manage to make
grandmamma endure such novelties? I should think she would disdain them
more than the old mistress herself."
"Queen Bee's is not merely a nominal sovereignty,"
said Mrs. Langford.
"Besides," said Henrietta, "the new Clergyman approves
of all that sort of thing; he likes her to teach, and puts her in the way
of it."
A removal would in fact have been impossible during the latter years of
Mrs. Vivian's life: but she had now been dead about eighteen
months, her daughter had recovered from the first grief of her loss, and
there was a general impression throughout the family that now was the time
for her to come amongst them again. For herself, the possibility was but
beginning to dawn upon her; just at first she joined in building castles
and imagining scenes at Knight Sutton, without thinking of their being
realized, or that it only depended upon her, to find
herself at home there; and when Frederick and Henrietta, encouraged by this manner of talking, pressed it upon her, she would reply with some vague intention of a return some time or other, but still thinking of it as something far away, and rather to be dreaded than desired.
It was chiefly by dint of repetition that it fully entered her mind that
it was their real and earnest wish that she should engage to take a lease
of the Pleasance, and remove almost immediately from her present abode; and
from this time it might be perceived that she always shrank from entering
on the subject in a manner which gave them little reason to hope.
"Yet, I think," said Henrietta to her brother one afternoon
as they were walking together on the sands; "I think if she once
thought it was right, if Uncle Geoffrey would tell her so, or if grandpapa
would really tell her that he wished it, I am quite sure that she would
resolve upon it."
"But why did he not do so long ago?" said Fred.
"O! because of grandmamma, I suppose," said Henrietta;
"but he really does wish it, and I should not at all wonder if the
Busy Bee could put it into his head to do it."
"Or if Uncle Geoffrey would advise her," said Fred;
"but it never answers to try to make him propose anything to her. He
never will do it; he always says he is not the Pope, or something to that
effect."
"If I was not fully convinced that it was right, and the best for
all parties, I would not say so much about it," said Henrietta, in a
tone rather as if she was preparing for some great sacrifice, instead of
domineering over her mother.
To domineering, her temptation was certainly great. With all her good
sense and ability, Mrs.
Langford had seldom been called upon to decide for herself, but had always relied upon her mother for counsel; and during her long and gradual decline had learnt to depend upon her brother-in-law, Mr. Geoffrey Langford, for direction in great affairs, and in lesser ones upon her children. Girls are generally older of their age than boys, and Henrietta, a clever girl and her mother's constant companion, occupied a position in the family which amounted to something more than prime minister. Some one person must always be leader, and thus she had gradually attained, or had greatness thrust upon her; for justice requires it to be stated, that she more frequently tried to know her mamma's mind for her, than to carry her own point, though perhaps to do so always was more than could be expected of human nature at sixteen. The habit of being called on to settle whether they should use the britska or the pony carriage, whether satin or silk was best, or this or that book should be ordered, was, however, sufficient to make her very unwilling to be thwarted in other matters of more importance, especially in one on which were fixed the most ardent hopes of her brother, and the wishes of all the family.
Their present abode was, as she often said to herself, not the one best
calculated for the holiday sports of a boy of sixteen, yet Frederick,
having been used to nothing else, was very happy, and had tastes formed on
their way of life. The twins, as little children, had always had the same
occupations, Henrietta learning Latin, marbles, and trap-ball, and
Frederick playing with dolls and working cross-stitch; and even now
the custom was so far continued, that he gave lessons in Homer and Euclid
for those which he received in Italian and music. For present amusement
there was no reason to complain; the neighbourhood supplied many
beautiful walks, while longer expeditions were made with Mrs. Langford in the pony carriage, and sketching, botanizing, and scrambling, were the order of the day. Boating too was a great delight, and had it not been for an occasional fretting recollection that he could not go out sailing without his mamma, and that most of his school fellows were spending their holidays in a very different manner, he would have been perfectly happy. Fortunately he had not sufficient acquaintance with the boys in the neighbourhood for the contrast to be often brought before him.
Henrietta did not do much to reconcile him to the anxious care with
which he was guarded. She was proud of his talents, of his accomplishments,
of his handsome features, and she would willingly have been proud of his
excellence in manly sports, but in lieu of this she was proud of the spirit
which made him long for them, and encouraged it by her full and entire
sympathy. The belief that the present restraints must be diminished at
Knight Sutton, was a moving spring with her, as much as her own wish for
the scenes round which imagination had thrown such a brilliant halo. Of
society they had hitherto seen little or nothing; Mrs. Langford's
health and spirits had never been equal to visiting, nor was there much to
tempt her in the changing inhabitants of a watering-place. Now and
then, perhaps, an old acquaintance or distant connexion of some part of the
family came for a month or six weeks, and a few calls were exchanged, and
it was one of these visits that led to the following conversation.
"By the by, mamma," said Fred, "I meant to ask you
what that foolish woman meant about the St. Legers, and their not having
thoroughly approved of Aunt Geoffrey's marriage."
"About the most ill-placed thing she could have
said, Freddy," replied Mrs. Langford, "considering that I was always accused of having made the match."
"Made the match! O tell us, mamma; tell us all about it. Did you
really?"
"Not consciously, Fred, and Frank St. Leger deserves as much of
the credit as I do."
"Who was he? a brother of Aunt Geoffrey's?"
"O yes, Fred," said Henrietta, "to be sure you knew
that. You have heard how mamma came home from India with General St. Leger
and his little boy and girl. But by the by, mamma, what became of their
mother?"
"Lady Beatrice? She died in India just before we came home. Well,
I used to stay with them after we came back to England, and of course
talked to my friend--"
"Call her Beatrice, mamma, and make a story of it."
"I talked to her about my Knight Sutton home, and cousins, and on
the other hand, then, Frank was always telling her about his school friend
Geoffrey Langford. At last Frank brought him home from Oxford one Easter
vacation. It was when the general was in command at --, and Beatrice
was in the midst of all sorts of gaieties, the mistress of the house,
entertaining everybody, and all exactly what a novel would call
brilliant."
"Were you there, mamma?"
"Yes, Beatrice had made a point of our coming to stay with her,
and very droll it was to see how she and Geoffrey were surprised at each
other; she to find her brother's guide, philosopher, and friend, the
Langford who had gained every prize, a boyish-looking,
boyish-mannered youth, very shy at first, and afterwards, excellent
at giggling and making giggle; and he to find one with the exterior of a
fine gay lady, so really simple in tastes and habits."
"Was Aunt Geoffrey ever pretty?" asked Fred.
"She is just what she was then, a little brown thing with no
actual beauty but in her animation and in her expression. I never saw a
really handsome person who seemed to me nearly as charming. Then she had,
and indeed has now, so much air and grace, so much of what, for want of a
better word, I must call fashion in her appearance, that she was always
very striking."
"Yes," said Henrietta, "I can quite see that; it is
not gracefulness, and it is not beauty, nor is it what she ever thinks of,
but there is something distinguished about her. I should look twice at her
if I met her in the street, and expect her to get into a carriage with a
coronet. And then and there they fell in love, did they?"
"In long morning expeditions with the ostensible purpose of
sketching, but in which I had all the drawing to myself, while the others
talked either wondrous wisely or wondrous drolly. However, you must not
suppose that anything of the novel kind was said then; Geoffrey was only
twenty, and Beatrice seemed as much out of his reach as the king's
daughter of Hongarie."
"O yes, of course," said Henrietta, "but that only
makes it more delightful! Only to think of Uncle and Aunt Geoffrey having a
novel in their history."
"That there are better novels in real life than in stories, is a
truth or a truism often repeated, Henrietta," said her mother with a
soft sigh, which she repressed in an instant, and proceeded:
"Poor Frank's illness and death at Oxford brought them together
the next year in a very different manner. Geoffrey was one of his chief
nurses to the last, and was a great comfort to them all; you may suppose
how grateful they were to him. Next time I saw him, he seemed quite to have
buried his youthful spirits in his studies: he was read-
ing morning, noon, and night, and looking ill and overworked."
"O, Uncle Geoffrey! dear good Uncle Geoffrey," cried
Henrietta, in an ecstasy; "you were as delightful as a knight of old,
only as you could not fight tournaments for her, you were obliged to read
for her; and pining away all the time and saying nothing about
it."
"Nothing beyond a demure inquiry of me when we were alone
together, after the health of the General. Well, you know how well his
reading succeeded; he took a double first class, and very proud of him we
were."
"And still he saw nothing of her," said Fred.
"Not till some time after he had been settled in his chambers at
the Temple. Now you must know that General St. Leger, though in most
matters a wise man, was not by any means so in money matters: and by
some unlucky speculation which was to have doubled his daughter's
fortune, managed to lose the whole of it, leaving little but his
pay."
"Capital!" cried Frederick, "that brings her down to
him."
"So it did," said his mother, smiling; "but the
spectators did not rejoice quite so heartily as you do. The general's
health was failing, and it was hard to think what would become of Beatrice;
for Lord St. Leger's family, though very kind, were not more
congenial than they are now. As soon as all this was pretty well known,
Geoffrey spoke, and the general, who was very fond of him, gave full
consent. They meant to wait until it was prudent, of course, and were well
contented; but just after it was all settled, the general had a sudden
seizure, and died. Geoffrey was with him, and he treated him like a son,
saying it was his great comfort to know that her happiness was in his
hands. Poor Beatrice, she went first to the St.
Legers, stayed with them two or three months, then I would have her to be my bridesmaid, though"--and Mrs. Langford tried to smile, while again she strangled a sobbing sigh--"she warned me that her mourning was a bad omen. Well, she stayed with my mother while we went abroad, and on our return went with us to be introduced at Knight Sutton. Everybody was charmed, Mrs. Langford and Aunt Roger had expected a fine lady or a blue one, but they soon learnt to believe all her gaiety and all her cleverness a mere calumny, and grandpapa was delighted with her the first moment. How well I remember Geoffrey's coming home and thanking us for having managed so well as to make her like one of the family, while the truth was that she had fitted herself in, and found her place from the first moment. Now came a time of grave private conferences. A long engagement which might have been very well if the general had lived, was a dreary prospect now that Beatrice was without a home; but then your uncle was but just called to the bar, and had next to nothing of his own, present or to come. However, he had begun his literary works, and found them answer so well, that he believed he could maintain himself till briefs came in, and he had the sort of talent which gives confidence. He thought, too, that even in the event of his death she would be better off as one of us, than as a dependent on the St. Legers; and at last by talking to us, he nearly persuaded himself to believe it would be a very prudent thing to marry. It was a harder matter to persuade his father, but persuade him he did, and the wedding was at Knight Sutton that very summer."
"That's right," cried Fred, "excellent and
glorious! A farthing for all the St. Legers put together."
"Nevertheless, Fred, in spite of your disdain,
we were all of opinion that it was a matter of rejoicing that Lord St. Leger and Lady Amelia were present, so that no one had any reason to say that they disapproved. Moreover, lest you should learn imprudence from my story, I would also suggest that if your uncle and aunt had not been a couple comme il-y-en a peu, it would neither have been excellent nor glorious."
"Why, they are very well off," said Fred; "he is quite
at the head of his profession. The first thing a fellow asks me when he
hears my name is, if I belong to Langford the barrister."
"Yes, but he never would have been eminent, scarcely have had
daily bread, if he had not worked fearfully hard, so hard that without the
buoyant school-boy spirit, which can turn from the hardest toil like
a child to its play, his health could never have stood it."
"But then it has been success and triumph," said Fred;
"one could work like a galley-slave with encouragement, and
never feel it drudgery."
"It was not all success at first," said his mother;
"there was hard work, and disappointment, and heavy sorrow too; but
they knew how to bear it, and to win through with it."
"And were they very poor?" asked Henrietta.
"Yes: but it was beautiful to see how she accommodated
herself to it. The house that once looked dingy and desolate, was very soon
pretty and cheerful, and the
wirtschaft so well ordered and
economical, that Aunt Roger was struck dumb with admiration. I shall not
forget Lady Susan's visit the last morning we spent with her in
London, how amazed she was to find 'poor Beatrice' looking so
bright and like herself, and how little she guessed at her morning's
work, the study of shirt-making, and the copying out a review of her
husband's, full of Greek quotations."
"Well, the poverty is all over now," said Henrietta;
"but still they live in a very quiet way, considering Aunt
Geoffrey's connexions and the fortune he has made."
"Who put that notion into your head, my wise daughter?" said
Mrs. Langford.
Henrietta blushed, laughed, and mentioned Lady Matilda St. Leger, a
cousin of her aunt Geoffrey's of whom she had seen something in the
last year.
"The truth is," said Mrs. Langford, "that your aunt
had display and luxury enough in her youth to value it as it deserves, and
he could not desire it except for her sake. They had rather give with a
free hand, beyond what any one knows or suspects."
"Ah! I know among other things that he sends Alexander to
school," said Fred.
"Yes, and the improvements at Knight Sutton," said
Henrietta, "the school, and all that grandpapa wished but could never
afford. Well, mamma, if you made the match, you deserve to be congratulated
on your work."
"There's nobody like Uncle Geoffrey, I have said, and shall
always maintain," said Fred.
His mother sighed, saying, "I don't know what we should have
done without him!" and became silent. Henrietta saw an expression on
her countenance which made her unwilling to disturb her, and nothing more
was said till it was discovered that it was bed time.
"A headache," answered Henrietta, "and a
palpitation."
"A bad one?"
"Yes, very; and I am afraid it is our fault, Freddy; I am
convinced it will not do, and we must give it up."
"How do you mean? The going to Knight Sutton? What has that to do
with it? Is it the reviving old recollections that is too much for
her?"
"Just listen what an effect last evening's conversation had
upon her. Last night, after I had been asleep a long time, I woke up, and
there I saw her kneeling before the table with her hands over her face.
Just then it struck one, and soon after she got into bed. I did not let her
know I was awake, for speaking would only have made it worse, but I am sure
she did not sleep all night, and this morning she had one of her most
uncomfortable fits of palpitation. She had just fallen asleep, when I
looked in after dressing, but I do not think she will be fit to come down
to-day."
"And do you think it was talking of Uncle and Aunt Geoffrey that
brought it on?" said Fred, with much concern; "yet it did not
seem to have much to do with my father."
"O but it must," said Henrietta. "He must have been
there all the time mixed up in everything. Queen Bee has told me how they
were always together when they were children."
"Ah! perhaps; and I noticed how she spoke about her
wedding," said Fred. "Yes, and to compare how differently it
has turned out with Aunt Geoffrey and with her, after they had been young
and happy together. Yes, no doubt it was he who persuaded the people at
Knight Sutton into letting them marry!"
"And their sorrow that she spoke of must have been his
death," said Henrietta. "No doubt the going over those old
times renewed all those thoughts."
"And you think going to Knight Sutton might have the same effect.
Well, I suppose we must give it up," said Fred, with a sigh.
"After all, we can be very happy here!"
"O yes! that we can. It is more on your account than mine, that I
wished it," said the sister.
"And I should not have thought so much of it, if I had not thought
it would be pleasanter for you when I am away," said Fred.
"And so," said Henrietta, laughing yet sighing, "we
agree to persuade each other that we don't care about it."
Fred performed a grimace, and remarked that if Henrietta continued to
make her tea so scalding, there would soon be a verdict against her of
fratricide; but the observation, being intended to conceal certain feelings
of disappointment and heroism, only led to silence.
After sleeping for some hours, Mrs. Langford awoke refreshed, and got
up, but did not leave her room. Frederick and Henrietta went to take a walk
by her desire, as she declared that she preferred being alone, and on their
return they found her lying on the sofa.
"Mamma has been in mischief," said Fred. "She did not
think herself knocked up enough already, so she has been doing it more
thoroughly."
"Oh, mamma!" was Henrietta's reproachful exclamation,
as she looked at her pale face and red swollen eyelids.
"Never mind, my dears," said she, trying to smile, "I
shall be better now this is done, and I have it off my mind." They
looked at her in anxious interrogation, and she smiled outright with lip
and eye. "You will seal that letter with a good will,
Henrietta," she said. "It is to ask Uncle Geoffrey to make
inquiries about the Pleasance."
"Mamma!" and they stood transfixed at a decision beyond
their hopes: then Henrietta exclaimed--
"No, no, mamma, it will be too much for you; you must not think of
it."
"Yes," said Fred; "indeed we agreed this morning that
it would be better not. Put it out of your head, mamma, and go on here in
peace and comfort. I am sure it suits you best."
"Thank you, thank you, my dear ones," said she, drawing them
towards her, and fondly kissing them, "but it is all settled, and I
am sure it is better for you. It is but a dull life for you
here."
"O no, no, no, dearest mamma: nothing can be dull with
you," cried Henrietta, wishing most sincerely to undo her own work.
"We are, indeed we are, as happy as the day is long. Do not fancy we
are discontented; do not think we want a change."
Mrs. Langford replied by an arch though subdued smile.
"But we would not have you to do it on our account," said
Fred. "Pray put it out of your head, for we do very well here, and it
was only a passing fancy."
"You will not talk me out of it, my dears," said Mrs.
Langford. "I know it is right, and it shall be done. It is only the
making up my mind that was the struggle, and I shall look forward to it as
much as either of you, when I know it is to be done. Now walk off, my
dears, and do not let that letter be too late for the post."
"I do not half like it," said Fred, pausing at the door.
"I have not many fears on that score," said she, smiling.
"No, do not be uneasy about me, my dear Fred, it is my proper place,
and I must be happy there. I shall like to be near the Hall, and to see all
the dear old places again."
"O, mamma, you cannot talk about them without your voice
quivering," said Henrietta. "You do not know how I wish you
would give it up!"
"Give it up! I would not for millions," said Mrs. Langford.
"Now go, my dears, and perhaps I shall go to sleep again."
The spirits of the brother and sister did not just at first rise enough
for rejoicing over the decision. Henrietta would willingly have kept back
the letter, but this she could not do; and sealing it as if she were doing
wrong, she sat down to dinner, feeling subdued and remorseful, something
like a tyrant between the condemnation and execution of his victim. But by
the time the first course was over, and she and Frederick had begun to
recollect their long-cherished wishes, they made up their minds to
be happy, and fell into their usual strain of admiration of the unknown
haven of their hopes,
and of expectations that it would in the end benefit their mother.
The next morning she was quite in her usual spirits, and affairs
proceeded in the usual manner; Frederick's holidays came to an end,
and he returned to school with many a fond lamentation from the mother and
sister, but with cheerful auguries from both that the next meeting might be
at Knight Sutton.
"Here, Henrietta," said her mother, as they sat at breakfast
together a day or two after Frederick's departure, turning over to
her the letter of which she had first broken the seal, while she proceeded
to open some others. It was Uncle Geoffrey's writing, and Henrietta
read eagerly:
"MY DEAR MARY,--I would not write till I could give
you some positive information about the Pleasance, and that could not be
done without a conference with Hardy, who was not at home. I am heartily
glad that you think of coming among us again, but still I should like to
feel certain that it is you that feel equal to it, and not the young ones
who are set upon the plan. I suppose you will indignantly refute the
charge, but you know I have never trusted you in that matter. However, we
are too much the gainers to investigate motives closely, and I cannot but
believe that the effort once over, you would find it a great comfort to be
among your own people, and in your own country. I fully agree with you also
in what you say of the advantage to Henrietta and Fred. My father is going
to write, and I must leave him to do justice to his own cordiality, and
proceed to business."
Then came the particulars of freehold and copyhold, purchase or lease,
repair or disrepair, of which Henrietta knew nothing, and cared less; she
knew that her mamma was considered a great heiress, and
trusted to her wealth for putting all she pleased in her power: but it was rather alarming to recollect that Uncle Geoffrey would consider it right to make the best terms he could, and that the house might be lost to them while they were bargaining for it.
"O, mamma, never mind what he says about
its being dear," said she, "I dare say
it will not ruin us."
"Not exactly," said Mrs. Langford, smiling, "but
gentlemen consider it a disgrace not to make a good bargain, and Uncle
Geoffrey must be allowed to have his own way."
"O but, mamma, suppose some one else should take it."
"A village house is not like these summer lodgings, which are
snapped up before you can look at them," said Mrs. Langford; "I
have no fears but that it is to be had." But Henrietta could not help
fancying that her mother would regard it somewhat as a reprieve, if the
bargain was to go off independently of any determination of hers.
Still she had made up her mind to look cheerfully at the scheme, and
often talked of it with pleasure, to which the cordial and affectionate
letters of her father-in-law and the rest of the family,
conduced not a little. She now fully perceived that it had only been from
forbearance, that they had not before urged her return, and as she saw how
earnestly it was desired by Mr. and Mrs. Langford, reproached herself as
for a weakness for not having sooner resolved upon her present step.
Henrietta's work was rather to keep up her spirits at the prospect,
than to prevent her from changing her purpose, which never altered,
respecting a return to the neighbourhood of Knight Sutton, though whether
to the house of the tempting name, was a question which remained in
agitation during the rest of the autumn, for as surely as Rome was not
built in a day, so surely cannot a house be bought or sold in a day, especially when a clever and cautious lawyer acts for one party.
Matters thus dragged on, till the space before the Christmas holidays
was reckoned by weeks, instead of months, and as Mrs. Frederick Langford
laughingly said, she should be fairly ashamed to meet her boy again at
their present home. She therefore easily allowed herself to be persuaded to
accept Mr. Langford's invitation to take up her quarters at the Hall,
and look about her a little before finally deciding upon the Pleasance.
Christmas at Knight Sutton Hall had the greatest charms in the eyes of
Henrietta and Frederick; for many a time had they listened to the
descriptions given con amore
by Beatrice Langford, to whom that place had ever been a home, perhaps the
more beloved, because the other half of her life was spent in London.
It was a great disappointment, however, to hear that Mrs. Geoffrey
Langford was likely to be detained in London by the state of health of her
aunt, Lady Susan St. Leger, whom she did not like to leave, while no other
of the family was at hand. This was a cruel stroke, but she could not bear
that her husband should miss his yearly holiday, her daughter lose the
pleasure of a fortnight with Henrietta, or Mr. and Mrs. Langford be
deprived of the visit of their favourite son: and she therefore
arranged to go and stay with Lady Susan, while Beatrice and her father went
as usual to Knight Sutton.
Mr. Geoffrey Langford offered to escort his sister-in-law
from Devonshire, but she did not like his holidays to be so wasted. She had
no merely personal apprehensions, and new as railroads were to her,
declared herself perfectly willing and able to manage with no companions
but her daughter
and maid, with whom she was to travel to his house in London, there to be met in a day or two by the two school-boys, Frederick and his cousin Alexander, and then proceed all together to Knight Sutton.
Henrietta could scarcely believe that the long-wished-for
time was really come, packing up actually commencing, and that her waking
would find her under a different roof from that which she had never left.
She did not know till now that she had any attachments to the place she had
hitherto believed utterly devoid of all interest; but she found she could
not bid it farewell without sorrow. There was the old boatman with his
rough kindly courtesy, and his droll ways of speaking; there was the rocky
beach where she and her brother had often played on the verge of the ocean,
watching with mysterious awe or sportive delight the ripple of the
advancing waves, the glorious sea itself, the walks, the woods, streams,
and rocks, which she now believed, as mamma and Uncle Geoffrey had often
told her, were more beautiful than anything she was likely to find in
Sussex. Other scenes there were, connected with her grandmother, which she
grieved much at parting with, but she shunned talking over her regrets,
lest she should agitate her mother, whom she watched with great
anxiety.
She was glad that so much business was on her hands, as to leave little
time for dwelling on her feelings, to which she attributed the calm
quietness with which she went through the few trying days that immediately
preceded their departure. Henrietta felt this constant employment so great
a relief to her own spirits, that she was sorry on her own account, as well
as her mother's, when every possible order had been given, every box
packed, and nothing was to be done, but to sit opposite to each other, on
each side of the fire, in the idleness
which precedes candle-light. Her mother leant back in silence, and she watched her with an anxious gaze. She feared to say anything of sympathy with what she supposed her feeling, lest she should make her weep. An indifferent speech would be out of place even if Henrietta herself could have made it, and yet to remain silent was to allow melancholy thoughts to prey upon her. So thought the daughter, longing at the same time that her persuasions were all unsaid.
"Come here, my dear child," said her mother presently, and
Henrietta almost started at the calmness of the voice, and the serenity of
the tranquil countenance. She crossed to her mother, and sat down on a low
footstool, leaning against her. "You are very much afraid for
me," continued Mrs. Langford, as she remarked upon the anxious
expression of her face, far different from her own, "but you need not
fear, it is all well with me; it would be wrong not to be thankful for
those who are not really lost to me as well as for those who were given to
me here."
All Henrietta's consideration for her mother could not prevent her
from bursting into tears. "O mamma, I did not know it would be so
like going away from dear grandmamma."
"Try to feel the truth, my dear, that our being near to her
depends on whether we are in our duty or not."
"Yes, yes, but this place is so full of her! I do so love it! I
did not know it till now!"
"Yes, we must always love it, my dear child; but we are going to
our home, Henrietta, to your father's home in life and death, and it
must be good for us to be there. With your grandfather, who has wished for
us. Knight Sutton is our true home, the one where it is right for us to
be."
Henrietta still wept bitterly, and strange it
was that it should be she who stood in need of consolation, for the fulfilment of her own most ardent wish, and from the very person to whom it was the greatest trial. It was not, however, self-reproach that caused her tears, that her mother's calmness prevented her from feeling, but only attachment to the place she was about to leave, and the recollections, which she accused herself of having slighted. Her mother, who had made up her mind to do what was right, found strength and peace at the moment of trial, when the wayward and untrained spirits of the daughter gave way. Not that she blamed Henrietta, she was rather gratified to find that she was so much attached to her home and her grandmother, and felt so much with her; and after she had succeeded in some degree in restoring her to composure, they talked long and earnestly over old times and deeper feelings.
The next day was spent by the two Mrs. Langfords in quiet together,
while Henrietta was conducted through a rapid whirl of sight-seeing
by Beatrice and Uncle Geoffrey, the latter of whom, to his niece's
great amazement, professed to find almost as much novelty in the sights as
she did. A short December day, though not what they would have chosen, had
this advantage, that the victim could not be as completely fagged and worn
out as in a summer's day, and Henrietta was still fresh and in high
spirits when they drove home and found to their delight that the two
schoolboys had already arrived.
Beatrice met both alike as old friends and almost brothers, but
Alexander, though returning her greeting with equal cordiality, looked
shyly at the
new aunt and cousin, and as Henrietta suspected, wished them elsewhere. She had heard much of him from Beatrice, and knew that her brother regarded him as a formidable rival; and she was therefore surprised to see that his broad honest face expressed more good humour than intellect, and his manners wanted polish. He was tolerably well-featured, with light eyes and dark hair, and though half a year older than his cousin, was much shorter, more perhaps in appearance than reality, from the breadth and squareness of his shoulders, and from not carrying himself well.
Alexander was, as ought previously to have been recorded, the third son
of Mr. Roger Langford, the heir of Knight Sutton, at present living at
Sutton Leigh, a small house on his father's estate, busied with
farming, sporting, and parish business; while his active wife contrived to
make a narrow income feed, clothe, and at least half educate their endless
tribe of boys. Roger, the eldest, was at sea; Frederick, the second, in
India; and Alexander owed his more learned education to Uncle Geoffrey, who
had been well recompensed by his industry and good conduct. Indeed his
attainments had always been so superior to those of his brothers, that he
might have been considered as a prodigy, had not his cousin Frederick been
always one step before him.
Fred had greater talent, and had been much better taught at home, so
that on first going to school, he took and kept the higher place; but this
was but a small advantage in his eyes, compared with what he had to endure
out of school during his first half-year. Unused to any training or
companionship save of womankind, he was disconsolate, bewildered, derided
in that new rude world; while Alex, accustomed to fight his way among rude
brothers, instantly found his level, and even
extended a protecting hand to his cousin, who requited it with little gratitude. Soon overcoming his effeminate habits, he grew expert and dexterous, and was equal to Alex in all but main bodily strength; but the spirit of rivalry once excited, had never died away, and with a real friendship and esteem for each other, their names or rather their nicknames had almost become party words among their schoolfellows.
Nor was it probable that this competition would be forgotten on this
first occasion of spending their holidays together. Fred felt himself open
to that most galling accusation of want of manliness, on account at once of
his ignorance of country sports, and of his knowledge of accomplishments;
but he did not guess at the feeling which made Alexander on his side regard
those very accomplishments with a feeling which, if it were not jealousy,
was at least very nearly akin to it.
Beatrice Langford had not the slightest claim to beauty. She was very
little, and so thin that her papa did her no injustice when he called her
skin and bones; but her thin brown face, with the aid of a pair of very
large deep Italian-looking eyes, was so full of brilliant
expression, and showed such changes of feeling from sad to gay, from
sublime to ridiculous, that no one could have wished one feature otherwise.
And if instead of being "like the diamond bright," they had
been "dull as lead," it would have been little matter to Alex.
Beatrice had been, she was still, his friend, his own cousin, more than
what he could believe a sister to be if he had one,--in short his own
little Queen Bee. He had had a monopoly of her; she had trained him in all
the civilization which he possessed, and it was with considerable
mortification that he thought himself lowered in her eyes by comparison
with his old rival, as old a friend of
hers, with the same claim to cousinly affection; and instead of understanding only what she had taught him, familiar with the tastes and pursuits on which she set perhaps too great a value.
Fred did not care nearly as much for Beatrice's preference:
it might be that he took it as a matter of course, or perhaps that having a
sister of his own, he did not need her sympathy, but still it was a point
on which he was likely to be sensitive, and thus her favour was likely to
be secretly quite as much a matter of competition as their school studies
and pastimes.
For instance, dinner was over, and Henrietta was admiring some choice
books of prints, such luxuries as Uncle Geoffrey now afforded himself, and
which his wife and daughter greatly preferred to the more costly style of
living which some people thought befitted them. She called to her brother
who was standing by the fire, "Fred, do come and look at this
beautiful Albert Durer of Sintram."
He hesitated, doubting whether Alexander would scorn him for an
acquaintance with Albert Durer, but Beatrice added, "Yes, it was an
old promise that I would show it to you. There now, look, admire, or be
pronounced insensible."
"A wonderful old fellow was that Albert," said Fred,
looking, and forgetting his foolish false shame in the pleasure of
admiration. "Yes; O how wondrously the expression on Death's
face changes as it does in the story! How easy it is to see how
Fouqué must have built it up! Have you seen it, mamma?"
His mother came to admire. Another print was produced, and another, and
Fred and Beatrice were eagerly studying the elaborate engravings of the old
German, when Alex, annoyed at finding her too much engrossed to have a word
for him, came to
share their occupation, and took up one of the prints with no practised hand. "Take care, Alex, take care," cried Beatrice, in a sort of excruciated tone; "don't you see what a pinch you are giving it! Only the initiated ought to handle a print: there is a pattern for you," pointing to Fred.
She cut right and left: both looked annoyed, and retreated from
the table. Fred thinking how Alex must look down on fingers which possessed
any tenderness; Alex provoked at once and pained. Queen Bee's black
eyes perceived their power, and gave a flash of laughing triumph.
But Beatrice was not quite in her usual high spirits, for she was very
sorry to leave her mother; and when they went up stairs for the night, she
stood long over the fire talking to her, and listening to certain parting
cautions.
"How I wish you could have come, mamma! I am so sure that
grandmamma in her kindness will tease Aunt Mary to death. You are the only
person who can guard her without affronting grandmamma. Now
I--"
"Had better let it alone," rejoined Mrs. Geoffrey Langford.
"You will do more harm than by letting things take their course.
Remember, too, that Aunt Mary was at home there long before you or I knew
the place."
"Oh, if that tiresome Aunt Amelia would but have had some
consideration! To go out of town and leave Aunt Susan on our hands just
when we always go home!"
"We have lamented that often enough," said her mother
smiling. "It is unlucky, but it cannot be too often repeated, that
wills and wishes must sometimes bend."
"You say that for me, mamma," said Beatrice. "You
think grandmamma and I have too much will for
each other."
"If you are conscious of that, Bee, I hope that you will bend that
wilful will of yours."
"I hope I shall," said Beatrice, "but .... Well, I
must go to bed. Good night, mamma."
And Mrs. Geoffrey Langford looked after her daughter anxiously, but she
well knew that Beatrice knew her besetting fault, and she trusted to the
many fervent resolutions she had made against it.
The next morning the party bade adieu to Mrs. Geoffrey Langford, and set
out on their journey to Knight Sutton. They filled a whole railroad
carriage, and were a very cheerful party. Alexander and Beatrice sat
opposite to each other, talking over Knight Sutton delights with animation,
Beatrice ever and anon turning to her other cousins with explanations, or
referring to her papa, who was reading the newspaper and talking with Mrs.
Frederick Langford.
The day was not long enough for all the talk of the cousins, and the
early winter twilight came on before their conversation was exhausted, or
they had reached the Allonfield station.
"Here we are!" exclaimed Beatrice, as the train stopped, and
at the same moment a loud voice called out, "All right! where are
you, Alex?" upon which Alexander tumbled across Henrietta to feel for
the handle of the carriage-door, replying, "Here, old fellow,
let us out. Have you brought Dumpling?" And Uncle Geoffrey and
Beatrice exclaimed, "How d'ye do, Carey?"
When Alexander had succeeded in making his exit, Henrietta beheld him
shaking hands with a figure not quite his own height, and in its rough
great-coat not unlike a small species of bear. Uncle Geoffrey and
Fred handed out the ladies, and sought their appurtenances in the dark, and
Henrietta began to give Alex credit for a portion
of that which maketh man, when he shoved his brother, admonishing him that there was Aunt Mary, upon which Carey advanced, much encumbered with sheepish shyness, presented a great rough driving-glove, and shortly and bluntly replied to the soft tones which kindly greeted him, and inquired for all at home.
"Is the Hall carriage come?" asked Alex, and, receiving a
gruff affirmative, added, "then, Aunt Mary, you had better come to it
while Uncle Geoffrey looks after the luggage," offered his arm with
tolerable courtesy, and conducted her to the carriage. "There,"
said he, "Carey has driven in our gig, and I
suppose Fred and I had better go back with him."
"Is the horse steady?" asked his aunt, anxiously.
"Dumple? To be sure! Never does wrong! do you, old fellow?"
said Alex, patting his old friend.
"And no lamps?"
"O, we know the way blindfold, and you might cross Sutton Heath a
dozen times without meeting anything but a wheelbarrow-full of
peat."
"And how is the road now? It used to be very bad in my
time."
"Lots of ruts," muttered Carey to his brother, who
interpreted it, "A few ruts this winter, but Dumpling knows all the
bad places."
By this time Uncle Geoffrey came up, and instantly perceiving the state
of things, said, "I say, Freddy, do you mind changing places with me?
I should like to have a peep at Uncle Roger before going up to the house,
and then Dumpling's feelings won't be hurt by passing the turn
to Sutton Leigh."
Fred could not object, and his mother rejoiced in the belief that Uncle
Geoffrey would take the reins,
nor did Beatrice undeceive her, though, as the vehicle rattled past the carriage at full speed, she saw Alexander's own flourish of the whip, and knew that her papa was letting the boys have their own way. She had been rather depressed in the morning on leaving her mother, but as she came nearer home her spirits mounted, and she was almost wild with glee. "Aunt Mary, do you know where you are?"
"On Sutton Heath, I presume, from the absence of
landmarks."
"Yes, that we are. You dear old place, how d'ye do? You
beginning of home! I don't know when it is best coming to you:
on a summer's evening, all glowing with purple heath, or a frosty
star-light night like this. There is the Sutton Leigh turn! Hurrah!
only a mile further to the gate."
"Where I used to go to meet the boys coming home from
school," said her aunt, in a low tone of deep feeling. But she would
not sadden their blithe young hearts, and added cheerfully, "Just the
same as ever, I see: how well I know the outline of the bank
there!"
"Ay, it is your fatherland, too, Aunt Mary! Is there not something
inspiring in the very air? Come, Fred, can't you get up a little
enthusiasm?"
"Oceans, without getting it up," replied Fred. "I
never was more rejoiced in my whole life," and he began to hum
Domum.
"Sing it, sing it; let us join in chorus as homage to Knight
Sutton," cried Henrietta.
And the voices began, "Domum, Domum, dulce Domum;" even Aunt
Mary herself caught the feelings of her young companions, felt herself
coming to her own beloved home and parents, half forgot how changed was her
situation, and threw herself into the delight of returning.
"Now, Fred," said Henrietta, "let us try those
verses that you found a tune for, that begin 'What is home?'"
This also was sung, and by the time it was finished they had reached a
gate leading into a long drive through dark beech woods. "This is the
beautiful wood of which I have often told you, Henrietta," said Mrs.
Frederick Langford.
"The wood with glades like cathedral aisles," said
Henrietta. "O, how delightful it will be to see it come out in
leaf!"
"Which I have never seen," said Beatrice. "I tell papa
he has made his fortune, and ought to retire, and he says he is too young
for it."
"In which I fully agree with him," said her aunt. "I
should not like to see him with nothing to do."
"O, mamma, Uncle Geoffrey would never be anywhere with nothing to
do," said Henrietta.
"No," said her mother, "but people are always happier
with work made for them, than with what they make for themselves. Besides,
Uncle Geoffrey has too much talent to be spared."
"Ay," said Fred, "I wondered to hear you so devoid of
ambition, little Busy Bee."
"It is only Knight Sutton and thinking of May flowers that makes
me so," said Beatrice. "I believe after all, I should break my
heart if papa did retire without--"
"Without what, Bee?"
"Being Lord Chancellor, I suppose," said Henrietta very
seriously. "I am sure I should."
"His being in Parliament will content me for the present,"
said Beatrice, "for I have been told too often that high principles
don't rise in the world, to expect any more. We can be just as proud
of him as if he was."
"You are in a wondrously humble and philosophic mood, Queen
Bee," said Henrietta; "but
where are we now?" added she, as a gate swung back.
"Coming into the paddock," said Beatrice; "don't
you see the lights in the house? There, that is the drawing-room
window to the right, and that large one the great hall window. Then
upstairs, don't you see that red fire-light? That is the south
room, which Aunt Mary will be sure to have."
Henrietta did not answer, for there was something that subdued her in
the nervous pressure of her mother's hand. The carriage stopped at
the door, whence streamed forth light, dazzling to eyes long accustomed to
darkness; but in the midst stood a figure which Henrietta could not but
have recognized in an instant, even had not old Mr. Langford paid more than
one visit to Rocksand. Tall, thin, unbent, with high bald forehead, clear
eye, and long snowy hair; there he was, lifting rather than handing his
daughter-in-law from the carriage, and fondly kissing her
brow; then he hastily greeted the other occupants of the carriage, while
she received the kiss of Mrs. Langford.
They were now in the hall, and turning again to his
daughter-in-law, he gave her his arm, and led her into the
drawing-room, where he once more embraced her, saying, "Bless
you, my own dear Mary!" She clung to him for a moment as if she
longed to weep with him, but recovering herself in an instant, she gave her
attention to Mrs. Langford, who was trying to administer to her comfort
with a degree of bustle and activity which suited well with the alertness
of her small figure and the vivacity of the black eyes which still
preserved their brightness, though her hair was perfectly white.
"Well, Mary, my dear, I hope you are not tired. You had better sit
down and take off your furs, or will you go to your room? But where is
Geoffrey?"
"He went with Alex and Carey, round by Sutton Leigh," said
Beatrice.
"Ha! ha! my little Queen, are you there?" said grandpapa,
holding out his arms to her. "And," added he, "is not
this your first introduction to the twins, grandmamma? Why you are grown as
fine a pair as I would wish to see on a summer's day. Last time I saw
you I could hardly tell you apart, when you both wore straw hats and white
trousers. No mistake now though. Well, I am right glad to have you
here."
"Won't you take off some of your wraps, Mary?"
proceeded Mrs. Langford, and her daughter-in-law, with a soft
"Thank you," passively obeyed. "And you too, my
dear," she added to Henrietta.
"Off with that bonnet, Miss Henrietta," proceeded grandpapa.
"Let me see whether you are as like your brother as ever. He has your
own face, Mary."
"Do not you think his forehead like--" and she looked
to the end of the room where hung the portraits of two young children, the
brothers Geoffrey and Frederick. Henrietta had often longed to see it, but
now she could attend to nothing but her mamma.
"Like poor dear Frederick?" said grandmamma. "Well, I
can't judge by firelight, you know, my dear, but I should say they
were both your very image."
"You can't be the image of any one I should like
better," said Mr. Langford, turning to them cheerfully, and taking
Henrietta's hand. "I wish nothing better than to find you the
image of your mamma inside and out."
"Ah, there's Geoffrey!" cried Mrs. Langford, springing
up and almost running to meet him.
"Well, Geoffrey, how d'ye do?" added his father with
an indescribable tone and look of heartfelt delight. "Left all your
cares behind you?"
"Left my wife behind me," said Uncle Geoffrey, making a
rueful face.
"Ay, it is a sad business that poor Beatrice cannot come,"
said both the old people, "but how is poor Lady Susan?"
"As usual, only too nervous to be left with none of the family at
hand. Well, Mary, you look tired."
Overcome, Uncle Geoffrey would have said, but he thought the other
accusation would answer the same purpose and attract less attention, and it
succeeded, for Mrs. Langford proposed to take her up stairs. Henrietta
thought that Beatrice would have offered to save her the trouble, but this
would not have been at all according to the habits of grandmamma or
granddaughter, and Mrs. Langford briskly led the way to a large
cheerful-looking room, talking all the time and saying she supposed
Henrietta would like to be with her mamma. She nodded to their maid, who
was waiting there, and gave her a kindly greeting, stirred the already
bright fire into a blaze, and returning to her
daughter-in-law who was standing like one in a dream, she
gave her a fond kiss, saying, "There, Mary, I thought you would like
to be here."
"Thank you, thank you, you are always kind."
"There now, Mary, don't let yourself be overcome. You would
not bring him back again, I know. Come, lie down and rest. There--that
is right--and don't think of coming down stairs. You think your
mamma had better not, don't you?"
"Much better not, thank you, grandmamma," said Henrietta, as
she assisted in settling her mother on the sofa. "She is tired and
overcome now, but she will be herself after a rest."
"And ask for anything you like, my dear. A glass of wine or a cup
of coffee; Judith will get you one in a moment. Won't you have a cup
of coffee, Mary, my dear?"
"Thank you, no thank you," said Mrs. Frederick Langford,
raising herself. "Indeed I am sorry--it is very foolish."
Here the choking sob came again, and she was forced to lie down. Grandmamma
stood by, warming a shawl to throw over her, and pitying her in audible
whispers. "Poor thing, poor thing! it is very sad for her. There! a
pillow, my dear? I'll fetch one out of my room. No? Is her head high
enough? Some sal-volatile? Yes, Mary, would you not like some
sal-volatile?"
And away she went in search of it, while Henrietta, excessively
distressed, knelt by her mother, who, throwing her arms round her neck,
wept freely for some moments, then laid her head on the cushions again,
saying, "I did not think I was so weak!"
"Dearest mamma," said Henrietta, kissing her and feeling
very guilty.
"If I have not distressed grandmamma!" said her mother
anxiously. "No, never mind me, my dear, it was fatigue
and--"
Still she could not finish, so painfully did the familiar voices, the
unchanged furniture, recall both her happy childhood and the bridal days
when she had last entered the house, that it seemed as it were a new thing,
a fresh shock to miss the tone that was never to be heard there again. Why
should all around be the same, when all within was altered? But it had been
only the first few moments that had overwhelmed her, and the sound of Mrs.
Langford's returning footsteps recalled her habit of
self-control; she thanked her, held out her quivering hand, drank
the sal-volatile, pronounced herself much better, and asked pardon
for having given so much trouble.
"Trouble? my dear child, no such thing! I
only wish I could see you better. No doubt it is too much for you, this coming home the first time; but then you know poor Fred is gone to a better--Ah! well, I see you can't bear to speak of him, and perhaps after all quiet is the best thing. Don't let your mamma think of dressing and coming down, my dear."
There was a little combat on this point, but it ended in Mrs. Frederick
Langford yielding, and agreeing to remain upstairs. Grandmamma would have
waited to propose to her each of the dishes that were to appear at table,
and hear which she thought would suit her taste; but very fortunately, as
Henrietta thought, a bell rang at that moment, which she pronounced to be
"the half-hour bell," and she hastened away, telling her
granddaughter that dinner would be ready at half-past five, and
calling the maid outside the door to giver her full directions where to
procure anything that her mistress might want.
"Dear grandmamma! just like herself!" said Mrs. Frederick
Langford. "But Henrietta, my dear," she added with some alarm,
"make haste and dress: you must never be too late in this
house!"
Henrietta was not much accustomed to dress to a moment, and she was too
anxious about her mamma to make speed with her whole will, and her hair was
in no state of forwardness when the dinner-bell rang, causing her
mamma to start and hasten her with an eager, almost alarmed manner.
"You don't know how your grandmamma dislikes being kept
waiting," said she.
At last she was ready, and running down, found all the rest assembled,
evidently waiting for her. Frederick, looking anxious, met her at the door
to receive her assurances that their mother was better; the rest inquired,
and her apologies were cut short
by grandmamma calling them to eat her turkey before it grew cold. The spirits of all the party were perhaps damped by Mrs. Frederick Langford's absence and its cause, for the dinner was not a very lively one, nor the conversation very amusing to Henrietta and Frederick, as it was chiefly on the news of the country neighborhood, in which Uncle Geoffrey showed much interest.
As soon as she was released from the dining-room, Henrietta ran
up to her mamma, whom she found refreshed and composed. "But, O
mamma, is this a good thing for you?" said Henrietta, looking at the
red case containing her father's miniature, which had evidently been
only just closed on her entrance.
"The very best thing for me, dearest," was the answer, now
given in her own calm tones. "It does truly make me happier than
anything else. No, don't look doubtful, my Henrietta; if it were
repining it might hurt me, but I trust it is not."
"And does this really comfort you, mamma?" said Henrietta,
as she pressed the spring, and gazed thoughtfully on the portrait.
"O, I cannot fancy that! the more I think, the more I try to realize
what it might have been, think what Uncle Geoffrey is to Beatrice, till
sometimes, O mamma, I feel quite rebellious!"
"You will be better disciplined in time, my poor child,"
said her mother, sadly. "As your grandmamma said, who could be so
selfish as to wish him here?"
"And can you bear to say so, mamma?"
She clasped her hands and looked up, and Henrietta feared she had gone
too far. Both were silent for some little time, until at last the daughter
timidly asked, "And was this your old room, mamma?"
"Yes: look in that shelf in the corner; there are
all our old childish books. Bring that one," she added, as Henrietta took one out, and opening it, she showed in the fly-leaf the well-written "F.H. Langford," with the giver's name; and below in round hand, scrawled all over the page, "Mary Vivian, the gift of her cousin Fred." "I believe that you may find that in almost all of them," said she. "I am glad they have been spared from the children at Sutton Leigh. Will you bring me a few more to look over, before you go down again to grandmamma?"
Henrietta did not like to leave her, and lingered while she made a
selection for her among the books, and from that fell into another talk, in
which they were interrupted by a knock at the door, and the entrance of
Mrs. Langford herself. She sat a little time, and asked of health,
strength, and diet, until she bustled off again to see if there was a good
fire in Geoffrey's room, telling Henrietta that tea would soon be
ready.
Henrietta's ideas of grandmammas were formed on the placid Mrs.
Vivian, naturally rather indolent, and latterly very infirm, although
considerably younger than Mrs. Langford; and she stood looking after in
speechless amazement, her mamma laughing at her wonder. "But, my dear
child," she said, "I beg you will go down. It will never do to
have you staying up here all the evening."
Henrietta was really going this time, when as she opened the door, she
was stopped by a new visitor. This was an elderly
respectable-looking maid-servant, old Judith, whose name was
well known to her. She had been nursery-maid at Knight Sutton at the
time "Miss Mary" arrived from India, and was now, what in a
more modernized family would have been called ladies'-maid or
housekeeper, but here was a nondescript office, if anything, upper
housemaid. How she was loved
and respected is known to all who are happy enough to possess a "Judith."
"I beg your pardon, miss," said she, as Henrietta opened the
door just before her, and Mrs. Frederick Langford, on hearing her voice,
called out, "O Judith! is that you? I was in hopes you were coming to
see me."
She advanced with a courtesy, at the same time affectionately taking the
thin white hand stretched out to her. "I hope you are better,
ma'am. It is something like old times to have you here
again."
"Indeed I am very glad to be here, Judith," was the answer,
"and very glad to see you looking like your own dear self."
"Ah! Miss Mary; I beg your pardon, ma'am; I wish I could see
you looking better."
"I shall, I hope, to-morrow, thank you, Judith. But you
have not been introduced to Henrietta, there."
"But I have often heard of you, Judith," said Henrietta,
cordially holding out her hand. Judith took it, and looked at her with
affectionate earnestness. "Sure enough, miss," said she,
"as Missus says, you are the very picture of your mamma when she went
away; but I think I see a look of poor Master Frederick too."
"Have you seen my brother, Judith?" asked Henrietta, fearing
a second discussion on likenesses.
"Yes, Miss Henrietta; I was coming down from Missus's room,
when Mr. Geoffrey stopped me to ask how I did, and he said
'Here's a new acquaintance for you, Judith,' and there
was Master Frederick. I should have known him anywhere, and he spoke so
cheerful and pleasant. A fine young gentleman he is, to be sure."
"Why, we must be like your grandchildren!" said Henrietta;
"but O! here comes Fred."
And Judith discreetly retreated as Fred entered bearing a summons to his
sister to come down to tea, saying that he could scarcely prevail on
grandmamma to let him take the message instead of coming herself.
They found Queen Bee perched upon the arm of her grandpapa's
chair, with one hand holding by his collar. She had been coaxing him to say
Henrietta was the prettiest girl he ever saw, and he was teazing her by
declaring he should never see anything like Aunt Mary in her girlish days.
Then he called up Henrietta and Fred, and asked them about their home
doings, showing so distinct a knowledge of them, that they laughed and
stood amazed. "Ah," said grandpapa, "you forgot that I
had a Queen Bee to enlighten me. We have plenty to tell each other, when we
go buzzing over the ploughed fields together on a sunny morning,
haven't we, Busy, Busy Bee?"
Here grandmamma summoned them all to tea. She liked every one to sit
round the table, and put away work and book, as for a regular meal, and it
was rather a long one. Then, when all was over, grandpapa called out,
"Come, young ladies, I've been wearying for a tune these three
months. I hope you are not too tired to give us one."
"O no, no, grandpapa!" cried Beatrice, "but you must
hear Henrietta. It is a great shame of her to play so much better than I
do, with all my London masters too."
And in music the greater part of the evening was passed away. Beatrice
came to her aunt's room to wish her good-night, and to hear
Henrietta's opinions, which were of great delight, and still greater
wonder--grandmamma so excessively kind, and grandpapa, O, he was a
grandpapa to be proud of!
"Geoffrey, my dear," began Mrs. Langford, as soon as the
greetings and congratulations were over, "will you see what is the
matter with the lock of this tea-chest?--it has been out of
order these three weeks, and I thought you could set it to
rights."
While Uncle Geoffrey was pronouncing on its complaints, Atkins, the old
servant, put in his head.
"If you please, sir, Thomas Parker would be glad to speak to Mr.
Geoffrey about his son on the railway."
Away went Mr. Geoffrey to the lower regions, where Thomas Parker awaited
him, and as soon as he returned was addressed by his father:
"Geoffrey, I put those papers on the table in the study, if you will
look over them when you have time, and tell me what you think of the
turnpike trust."
A few moments after the door was thrown wide open, and in burst three
boys, shouting with one voice--"Uncle Geoffrey, Uncle Geoffrey,
you must come and see which of Vixen's puppies are to be
saved!"
"Hush, hush, you rogues, hush!" was Uncle Geoffrey's
answer; "don't you know that you are come into civilized
society? Aunt Mary never saw such wild men of the woods."
"All crazy at the sight of Uncle Geoffrey," said grandmamma.
"Ah, he spoils you all! but, come here, Johnny, come and speak to
your aunt. There, this is Johnny, and here are Richard and Willie,"
she added, as they came up and awkwardly gave their hands to their aunt and
cousins.
Henrietta was almost bewildered by seeing so many likenesses of
Alexander. "How shall I ever know them apart?" said she to
Beatrice.
"Like grandmamma's nest of teacups, all alike, only each one
size below another," said Beatrice. "However, I don't
require you to learn them all at once; only to know Alex and Willie from
the rest. Here, Willie, have you nothing to say to me? How are the
rabbits?"
Willie, a nice-looking boy of nine or ten years old, of rather
slighter make than his
brothers, and with darker eyes and hair, came to Queen Bee's side, as
if he was very glad to see her, and only slightly discomposed by
Henrietta's neighbourhood.
John gave the information that papa and Alex were only just behind, and
in another minute they made their appearance. "Good morning sir; good
morning, ma'am," were Uncle Roger's greetings, as he came
in. "Ah, Mary, how d'ye do? glad to see you here at last; hope
you are better.--Ah, good morning, good morning," as he quickly
shook hands with the younger ones. "Good morning, Geoffrey; I told
Martin to take the new drill into the outfield, for I want your opinion
whether it is worth keeping."
And thereupon the three gentlemen began a learned discussion on drills,
during which Henrietta studied her uncle. She was at first surprised to see
him look so young--younger, she thought, than Uncle Geoffrey; but in a
moment or two she changed her mind, for though mental labour had thinned
and grizzled Uncle Geoffrey's hair, paled his cheek, and traced lines
of thought on his broad high brow, it had not quenched the light that
beamed in his eyes, nor subdued the joyous merriment that often played over
his countenance, according with the slender active figure that might have
belonged to a mere boy. Uncle Roger was taller, and much more robust and
broad; his hair still untouched with grey, his face ruddy brown, and his
features full of good nature, but rather heavy. In his plaid shooting coat
and high gaiters, as he stood by the fire, he looked the model of a country
squire; but there was an indescribable family likeness, and something of
the same form about the nose and lip, which recalled to Henrietta the face
she loved so well in Uncle Geoffrey.
The drill discussion was not concluded when Mrs. Langford gave the
signal for the ladies to leave the breakfast table. Henrietta ran up stairs
for her mother's work, and came down again laughing. "I am
sure, Queenie," said she, "that your papa
chose his trade rightly. He may well be called a great counsel. Besides all the opinions asked of him at breakfast, I have just come across a consultation on the stairs between him and Judith about--what was it?--some money in a savings' bank."
"Yes," said Beatrice, "Judith has saved a sum that is
wondrous in these degenerate days of maids in silk gowns, and she is wise
enough to give 'Master Geoffrey' all the management of it. But
if you are surprised now, what will you be by the end of the day? See if
his advice is not asked in at least fifty matters."
"I'll count," said Henrietta: "what have
we had already?" and she took out pencil and
paper--"Number one, the tea-chest; then the poor man, and
the turnpike trust--"
"Vixen's puppies and the drill," suggested her
mamma.
"And Judith's money," added Henrietta. "Six
already--"
"To say nothing of all that will come by the post, and we shall
not hear of," said Beatrice; "and look here, what I am going to
seal for him, one, two, three--eight letters."
"Why! when could he possibly have written them?"
"Last night after we were gone to bed. It shows how much more
grandmamma will let him do than any one else, that she can allow him to sit
up with a candle after eleven o'clock. I really believe that there is
not another living creature in the world who could do it in this house.
There, you may add your own affairs to the list, Henrietta, for he is going
to the Pleasance to meet some man of brick and mortar."
"O, I wish we could walk there!"
"I dare say we can. I'll manage. Aunt Mary,
should you not like Henrietta to go and see the Pleasance?"
"Almost as much as Henrietta would like it herself, Busy
Bee," said Aunt Mary; "but I think she should walk to Sutton
Leigh to-day."
"Walk to Sutton Leigh!" echoed old Mrs. Langford, entering
at the moment; "not you, surely, Mary?"
"O no, no, grandmamma," said Beatrice, laughing; "she
was only talking of Henrietta's doing it."
"Well, and so do, my dears; it will be a very nice thing, if you
go this morning before the frost goes off. Your Aunt Roger will like to see
you, and you may take the little pot of black currant jelly that I wanted
to send over for poor Tom's sore mouth."
Beatrice looked at Henrietta and made a face of disgust as she asked,
"Have they no currant jelly themselves?"
"O no, they never can keep anything in the garden. I don't
mean that the boys take the fruit; but between tarts and puddings and
desserts, poor Elizabeth can never make any preserves."
"But," objected Queen Bee, "if one of the children is
ill, do you think Aunt Roger will like to have us this morning? and the
post girl could take the jelly."
"O nonsense, Bee," said Mrs. Langford, somewhat angrily;
"you don't like to do it, I see plain enough. It is very hard
you can't be as good-natured to your own little cousin as to
one of the children in the village."
"Indeed, grandmamma, I did not mean that."
"O no, no, grandmamma," joined in Henrietta, "we shall
be very glad to take it. Pray let us."
"Yes," added Beatrice, "if it is really to be of any
use, no one can be more willing."
"Of any use?" repeated Mrs. Langford. "No! never mind.
I'll send some one."
"No, pray do not, dear grandmamma," eagerly exclaimed
Henrietta; "I do beg you will let us take it. It will be making me at
home directly to let me be useful."
Grandmamma was pacified. "When will you set out?" she asked;
"you had better not lose this bright morning."
"We will go directly," said Queen Bee; "we will go by
the west turning, so that Henrietta may see the Pleasance."
"My dear! the west turning will be a swamp, and I won't have
you getting wet in your feet and catching cold."
"O, we have clogs; and besides, the road does not get so dirty
since it has been mended. I asked Johnny this morning."
"As if he knew, or cared anything about it!--and you will be
late for luncheon. Besides, grandpapa will drive your aunt there the first
day she feels equal to it, and Henrietta may see it then. But you will
always have your own way."
Henrietta had seldom been more uncomfortable than during this
altercation; and but for reluctance to appear more obliging than her
cousin, she would have begged to give up the scheme. Her mother would have
interfered in another moment, but the entrance of Uncle Geoffrey gave a
sudden turn to affairs.
"Who likes to go to the Pleasance?" said he, as he entered.
"All whose curiosity lies that way may prepare their
seven-leagued boots."
"Here are the girls dying to go," said Mrs. Langford, as
well pleased as if she had not been objecting the minute before.
"Very well. We go by Sutton Leigh: so make haste,
maidens." Then, turning to his mother,
"Didn't I hear you say you had something to send to Elizabeth, ma'am?"
"Only some currant jelly for little Tom; but if--"
"O grandmamma, that is my charge; pray don't cheat
me," exclaimed Henrietta. "If you will lend me a basket, it
will travel much better with me than in Uncle Geoffrey's
pocket."
"Ay, that will be the proper division of labour," said Uncle
Geoffrey, looking well pleased with his niece; "but I thought you
were off to get ready."
"Don't keep your uncle waiting, my dear," added her
mamma; and Henrietta departed, Beatrice following her to her room, and
there exclaiming, "If there is a thing I can't endure, it is
going to Sutton Leigh when one of the children is poorly! It is always bad
enough--"
"Bad enough! O, Busy Bee!" cried Henrietta, quite unprepared
to hear of any flaw in her paradise.
"You will soon see what I mean. The host of boys in the way; the
wooden bricks and black horses spotted with white wafers that you break
your shins over, the marbles that roll away under your feet, the whips that
crack in your ears, the universal air of nursery that pervades the house.
It is worse in the morning, too; for one is always whining
over sum, es, est, and another
over his spelling. O, if I had eleven brothers in a small house, I should
soon turn misanthrope. But you are laughing instead of getting
ready."
"So are you."
"My things will be on in a quarter of the time you take.
I'll tell you what, Henrietta, the Queen Bee allows no drones, and I
shall teach you to 'improve each shining hour;' for nothing
will get you into such dire disgrace here as to be always behind time.
Besides, it is a great shame to waste
papa's time. Now, here is your shawl ready folded, and now I will trust you to put on your boots and bonnet by yourself."
In five minutes the Queen Bee flew back again, and found Henrietta still
measuring the length of her bonnet strings before the glass. She hunted her
down stairs at last, and found the two uncles and grandpapa at the door,
playing with the various dogs, small and great, that usually waited there.
Fred and the other boys had gone out together some time since, and the
party now set forth, the three gentlemen walking together first. Henrietta
turned as soon as she had gone a sufficient distance that she might study
the aspect of the house. It did not quite fulfil her expectations; it was
neither remarkable for age nor beauty; the masonry was in a sort of
chessboard pattern, alternate squares of freestone and of flints, the
windows were not casements as she thought they ought to have been, and the
long wing, or rather excrescence, which contained the drawing-room,
was by no means ornamental. It was a respectable, comfortable mansion, and
that was all that was to be said in its praise, and Beatrice's
affection had so embellished it in description, that it was no wonder that
Henrietta felt slightly disappointed. She had had some expectation, too, of
seeing it in the midst of a park, instead of which the
carriage-drive along which they were walking, only skirted a rather
large grass field, full of elm trees, and known by the less dignified name
of the paddock. But she would not confess the failure of her expectations
even to herself, and as Beatrice was evidently looking for some expressions
of admiration, she said the road must be very pretty in summer.
"Especially when this bank is one forest of foxgloves," said
Queen Bee. "Only think! Uncle Roger and the farmer faction wanted
grandpapa to
have this hedge row grubbed up, and turned into a plain dead fence; but I carried the day, and I dare say Aunt Mary will be as much obliged to me as the boys who would have lost their grand preserve of stoats and rabbits. But here are the outfield and the drill."
And going through a small gate at the corner of the paddock, they
entered a large ploughed field, traversed by a footpath raised and
gravelled, so as to be high and dry, which was well for the two girls, as
the gentlemen left them to march up and down there by themselves, whilst
they were discussing the merits of the brilliant blue machine which was
travelling along the furrows. It was rather a trial of patience, but
Beatrice was used to it, and Henrietta was in a temper to be pleased with
anything.
At last the inspection was concluded, and Mr. Langford came to his
granddaughters, leaving his two sons to finish their last words with
Martin.
"Well, young ladies," said he, "this is fine drilling,
in patience at least. I only wish my wheat may be as well drilled with
Uncle Roger's new-fangled machines."
"That is right, grandpapa," said Queen Bee; "you hate
them as much as I do, don't you now?"
"She is afraid they will make honey by steam," said
grandpapa, "and render bees a work of supererogation."
"They are doing what they can towards it," said Beatrice.
"Why, when Mr. Carey took us to see his hives, I declare I had quite
a fellow-feeling for my poor subjects, boxed up in glass, with all
their privacy destroyed. And they won't even let them swarm their own
way--a most unwarrantable interference with the liberty of the
subject."
"Well done, Queenie," said Mr. Langford, laughing; "a
capital champion. And so you don't look forward to the time when we
are to have our
hay made by one machine, our sheep washed by another, our turkeys crammed by a third--ay, and even the trouble of bird-starving saved us?"
"Bird-starving!" repeated Henrietta.
"Yes; or keeping a few birds, according to the mother's
elegant diminutive," said Beatrice, "serving as live
scarecrows."
"I should have thought a scarecrow would have answered the
purpose," said Henrietta.
"This is one that is full of gunpowder, and fires off every ten
minutes," said grandpapa; "but I told Uncle Roger we would have
none of them here unless he was prepared to see one of his boys blown up at
every third explosion."
"Is Uncle Roger so very fond of machines?" said
Henrietta.
"He goes about to cattle shows and agricultural meetings, and
comes home with his pockets crammed with papers of new inventions, which I
leave him to try as long as he does not empty my pockets too
fast."
"Don't they succeed, then?" said Henrietta.
"Why--ay--I must confess we get decent crops enough. And
once we achieved a prize ox,--such a disgusting overgrown beast, that
I could not bear the sight of it; and told Uncle Roger I would have no more
such waste of good victuals, puffing up the ox instead of the
frog."
Henrietta was not quite certain whether all this was meant in jest or
earnest; and perhaps the truth was, that though grandpapa had little liking
for new plans, he was too wise not to adopt those which possessed manifest
advantage, and only indulged himself in a good deal of playful grumbling,
which greatly teased Uncle Roger.
"There is Sutton Leigh," said grandpapa, as they came in
sight of a low white house among farm buildings. "Well, Henrietta,
are you pre-
pared for an introduction to an aunt and half-a-dozen cousins, and Jessie Carey into the bargain?"
"Jessie Carey!" exclaimed Beatrice in a tone of dismay.
"Did you not know she was there? Why they always send Carey over
for her with the gig if there is but a tooth-ache the matter at
Sutton Leigh."
"Is she one of Aunt Roger's nieces?" asked
Henrietta.
"Yes," said Beatrice. "And--O! grandpapa,
don't look at me in that way. Where is the use of being your pet, if
I may not tell my mind?"
"I won't have Henrietta prejudiced," said Mr.
Langford. "Don't listen to her, my dear: and I'll
tell you what Jessie Carey is. She is an honest, good-natured girl
as ever lived; always ready to help every one, never thinking of trouble,
without an atom of selfishness."
"Now for the but, grandpapa,"
cried Beatrice. "I allow all that, only grant me
the but."
"But Queen Bee, chancing to be a conceited little Londoner, looks
down on us poor country folks as unfit for her most refined and
intellectual society."
"O grandpapa, that is not fair! Indeed, you don't really
believe that. O, say you don't!" And Beatrice's black
eyes were full of tears.
"If I do not believe the whole, you believe the half, Miss
Bee," and he added, half whispering, "take care some of us do
not believe the other half. But don't look dismal on the matter, only
put it into one of your waxen cells, and don't lose sight of it. And
if it is any comfort to you, I will allow that perhaps poor Jessie is not
the most entertaining companion for you. Her vanity maggots are not of the
same sort as yours."
They had by this time nearly reached Sutton Leigh, a building little
altered from the farm-house it had originally been, with a small
garden in front,
and a narrow footpath up to the door. As soon as they came in sight there was a general rush forward of little boys in brown holland, all darting on Uncle Geoffrey, and holding him fast by legs and arms.
"Let me loose, you varlets," he cried, and disengaging one
hand, in another moment drew from his capacious pocket a beautiful red
ball, which he sent bounding over their heads, and dancing far away with
all the urchins in pursuit.
At the same moment the rosy, portly, good-humoured Mrs. Roger
Langford appeared at the door, welcoming them cordially, and, as usual,
accusing Uncle Geoffrey of spoiling her boys. Henrietta thought she had
never seen a happier face than hers in the midst of cares, and children,
and a drawing-room which, with its faded furniture strewn with toys,
had in fact, as Beatrice said, something of the appearance of a
nursery.
Little Tom, the youngest, was sitting on the lap of his cousin, Jessie
Carey, at whom Henrietta looked with some curiosity. She was a pretty girl
of twenty, with a brilliant gipsy complexion, fine black hair, and a face
which looked as good-natured as every other inhabitant of Sutton
Leigh.
But it would be tedious to describe a visit which was actually very
tedious to Beatrice, and would have been the same to Henrietta but for its
novelty. Aunt Roger asked all particulars about Mrs. Frederick Langford,
then of Aunt Geoffrey and Lady Susan St. Leger, and then gave the history
of the misfortunes of little Tom, who was by this time on Uncle
Geoffrey's knee looking at himself in the inside of the case of his
watch. Henrietta's list, too, was considerably lengthened; for Uncle
Geoffrey advised upon a smoky chimney, mended a cart of Charlie's,
and assisted Willie in a puzzling Latin exercise.
It was almost one o'clock, and as a certain sound of clattering
plates was heard in the next room, Aunt Roger begged her guests to come in
to luncheon. Uncle Geoffrey accepted for the girls, who were to walk on
with him; but Mr. Langford, no eater of luncheons, returned to his own
affairs at home. Henrietta found the meal was the family dinner. She had
hardly ever been seated at one so plain, or on so long a table; and she was
not only surprised, but tormented herself by an uncomfortable and
uncalled-for fancy, that her hosts must be supposing her to be
remarking on deficiencies. The younger children were not so perfect in the
management of knife, fork, and spoon, as to be pleasant to watch; nor was
the matter mended by the attempts at correction made from time to time by
their father and Jessie. But Henrietta endured better than Beatrice, whose
face ill concealed an expression of disgust and weariness, and who
maintained a silence very unlike her usual habits.
At last Uncle Geoffrey, to the joy of both, proposed to pursue their
walk, and they took leave. Queen Bee rejoiced as soon as they had quitted
the house, that the boys were too well occupied with their pudding to wish
to accompany them, but she did not venture on any further remarks before
her papa. He gave a long whistle, and then turned to point out all the
interesting localities to Henrietta. There was something to tell of every
field, every tree, or every villager, with whom he exchanged his hearty
greeting. If it were only a name, it recalled some story of mamma's,
some tradition handed on by Beatrice. Never was walk more delightful; and
the girls were almost sorry to find themselves at the green gate of the
Pleasance, leading to a gravel road, great part of which had been usurped
by the long shoots of the evergreens. Indeed, the place could hardly be
said to correspond in appearance to
its name, in its chilly, deserted, unfurnished state; but the girls were resolved to admire, and while Uncle Geoffrey was deep in the subject of repairs and deficiencies, they flitted about from garret to cellar, making plans, fixing on rooms, and seeing possibilities, in complete enjoyment. But even this could not last for ever; and rather tired, and very cold, they seated themselves on a step of the stairs, and there built a marvellous castle of delight for next summer; then talked over the Sutton Leigh household, discussed the last books they had read, and had just begun to yawn, when Uncle Geoffrey, being more merciful than most busy men, concluded his business, and summoned them to return home. Their homeward walk was by a different road, through the village of Knight Sutton itself, which Henrietta had not yet seen. It was a long straggling street, the cottages for the most part in gardens, and with a general look of comfort and neatness that showed the care of the proprietor.
"O, here is the church," said Henrietta, in a subdued voice,
as they came to the low flint wall that fenced in the slightly rising
ground occupied by the churchyard, surrounded by a whole grove of noble elm
trees, amongst which could just be seen the small old church, with its
large deep porch and curious low tower.
"The door is open," said Beatrice; "I suppose they are
bringing in the holly for Christmas. Should you like to look in,
Henrietta?"
"I do not know," said she, looking at her uncle.
"Mamma--"
"I think it might be less trying if she has not to feel for you
and herself too," said Uncle Geoffrey.
"I am sure I should wish it very much," said Henrietta, and
they entered the low, dark, solemn-looking building, the massive
stone columns and low-browed arches of which had in them something
peculiarly awful and impressive to Henrietta's present state of mind. Uncle Geoffrey led her on into the chancel, where, among numerous mural tablets recording the names of different members of the Langford family, was one chiefly noticeable for the superior taste of its Gothic canopy, and which bore the name of Frederick Henry Langford, with the date of his death, and his age, only twenty-six. One of the large flat stones below also had the initials F.H.L., and the date of the year. Henrietta stood and looked in deep silence, Beatrice watching her earnestly and kindly, and her uncle's thoughts almost as much as hers, on what might have been. Her father had been so near him in age, so constantly his companion, so entirely one in mind and temper, that he had been far more to him than his elder brother, and his death had been the one great sorrow of Uncle Geoffrey's life.
The first sound which broke the stillness was the opening of the door,
as the old clerk's wife entered with a huge basket of holly, and
dragging a mighty branch behind her. Uncle Geoffrey nodded in reply to her
courtesy, and gave his daughter a glance which sent her to the other end of
the church to assist in the Christmas decorations.
Henrietta turned her liquid eyes upon her uncle. "This is coming
very near him!" said she in a low voice. "Uncle; I wish I might
be quite sure that he knows me."
"Do not wish too much for certainty which has not been granted to
us," said Uncle Geoffrey. "Think rather of 'I shall go to
him, but he shall not return to me.'"
"But, uncle, you would not have me not believe that he is near to
me and knows how--how I would have loved him, and how I do love
him," she added, while the tears rose to her eyes.
"It may be so, my dear, and it is a thought which is not only most
comforting, but good for us, as bringing us closer to the unseen
world: but it has not been positively revealed, and it seems to me
better to dwell on that time when the meeting with him is so far certain
that it depends but on ourselves."
To many persons, Uncle Geoffrey would scarce have spoken in this way;
but he was aware of a certain tendency in Henrietta's mind to merge
the reverence and respect she owed to her parents, in a dreamy unpractical
feeling for the father whom she had never known, whose voice she had never
heard, and from whom she had not one precept to obey; while she lost sight
of that honour and duty which was daily called for towards her mother. It
was in honour, not in love, that Henrietta was wanting, and with how many
daughters is it not the same? It was therefore, that though even to himself
it seemed harsh, and cost him a pang, Mr. Geoffrey Langford resolved that
his niece's first visit to her father's grave should not be
spent in fruitless dreams of him or of his presence, alluring because
involving neither self-reproach nor resolution; but in thoughts
which might lead to action, to humility, and to the yielding up of
self-will.
Henrietta looked very thoughtful. "That time is so far
away!" said she.
"How do you know that?" said her uncle in the deep low tone
that brought the full perception that "it is nigh, even at the
doors."
She gave a sort of shuddering sigh, the reality being doubly brought
home to her, by the remembrance of the suddenness of her father's
summons.
"It is awful," she said. "I cannot bear to think of
it."
"Henrietta," said her uncle solemnly, "guard yourself
from being so satisfied with a dream of
the present as to lose sight of the real, most real future." He paused, and as she did not speak, went on: "The present, which is the means of attaining to that future, is one not of visions and thoughts, but of deeds."
Again Henrietta sighed, but presently she said, "But, uncle, that
would bring us back to the world of sense. Are we not to pray that we may
in heart and mind ascend?"
"Yes, but to dwell with Whom? Not to stop short with objects once
of earthly affection."
"Then would you not have me think of him at all?" said she,
almost reproachfully.
"I would have you take care, Henrietta, lest the thought should
absorb the love and trust due to your true and
Heavenly FATHER, and at the same time you
forget what on earth is owed to your mother. Do you think that is what your
father would desire?"
"You mean," she said sadly, "that while I do not think
enough of GOD, and while I love my own way so
well, I have no right to dwell on the thought I love best, the thought that
he is near."
"Take it rather as a caution than as blame," said Uncle
Geoffrey. A long silence ensued, during which Henrietta thought deeply on
the new idea opened to her. Her vision, for it could not be called her
memory of her father, had in fact been too highly enshrined in her mind,
too much worshipped, she had deemed this devotion a virtue, and fostered as
it was by the solitude of her life, and the temper of her mother's
mind, the truth was as Uncle Geoffrey had hinted, and she began to perceive
it, but still it was most unwillingly, for the thought was cherished so as
to be almost part of herself. Uncle Geoffrey's manner was so kind
that she could not be vexed with him, but she was disappointed, for she had
hoped for a
narration of some part of her father's history, and for the indulgence of that soft sorrow which has in it little pain. Instead of this she was bidden to quit her beloved world, to soar above it, or to seek for a duty which she had rather not believe that she had neglected, though--no, she did not like to look deeper.
Mr. Geoffrey Langford gave her time for thought, though of what nature
it might be, he could not guess, and then said, "One thing more
before we leave this place. Whether Fred cheerfully obeys the fifth
commandment in its full extent, may often, as I believe, depend on your
influence. Will you try to exert it in the right way?"
"You mean when he wishes to do things like other boys of his
age," said Henrietta.
"Yes. Think yourself, and lead him to think, that obedience is
better than what he fancies manliness. Teach him to give up pleasure for
the sake of obedience, and you will do your work as a sister and
daughter."
While Uncle Geoffrey was speaking, Beatrice's operations with the
holly had brought her a good deal nearer to them, and at the same time the
church door opened, and a gentleman entered, whom the first glance showed
Henrietta to be Mr. Franklin, the clergyman of the parish, of whom she had
heard so much. He advanced on seeing Beatrice with the holly in her hand.
"Miss Langford! This is just what I was wishing."
"I was just helping old Martha," said Beatrice; "we
came in to show my cousin the church, and--"
By this time the others had advanced.
"How well the church looks this dark afternoon," said Uncle
Geoffrey, speaking in a low tone, "it is quite the moment to choose
for seeing it for the first time. But you are very early in beginning your
adornments."
"I thought if I had the evergreens here in time, I might see a
little to the arrangement myself," said Mr. Franklin, "but I am
afraid I know very little about the matter. Miss Langford, I wish you would
assist us with your taste."
Beatrice and Henrietta looked at each other, and their eyes sparkled
with delight. "I should like it exceedingly," said the former;
"I was just thinking what capabilities there are. And Henrietta will
do it beautifully."
"Then will you really be kind enough to come to-morrow, and
see what can be done?"
"Yes, we will come as soon as ever breakfast is over, and work
hard," said Queen Bee. "And we will make Alex and Fred come
too, to do the places that are out of reach."
"Thank you, thank you," said Mr. Franklin, eagerly; "I
assure you the matter was quite upon my mind, for the old lady there, good
as she is, certainly has not the best taste in church dressing."
"And pray, Mrs. Franklin, let us have a step ladder, for I am sure
there ought to be festoons round those two columns of the chancel arch.
Look, papa, do you not think so?"
"You might put a twining wreath like the columns at Roslin
chapel," said her papa, "and I should try how much I could
cover the Dutch cherubs at the head of the tables of
commandments."
"O, and don't you see," said Henrietta, "there
in front of the altar is a space, where I really think we might make the
cross and 'i h s' in
holly?"
"But could you, Henrietta?" asked Beatrice.
"O yes, I know I can; I made 'M.L.' in roses on
mamma's last birthday, and set it up over the chimney-piece in
the drawing-room, and I am sure we could contrive this. How
appropriate it will look!"
"Ah!" said Mr. Franklin, "I have heard of
such things, but I had always considered them as quite above our powers."
"They would be, without Henrietta," said Queen Bee,
"but she was always excellent as wreath weaving, and all those things
that belong to choice taste and clever fingers. Only let us have plenty of
the wherewithal, and we will do our work so as to amaze the
parish."
"And now," said Uncle Geoffrey, "we must be walking
home, my young ladies. It is getting quite dark."
It was indeed, for as they left the church the sunlight was fast fading
on the horizon, and Venus was already shining forth in pure quiet beauty on
the clear blue sky. Mr. Franklin walked a considerable part of the way home
with them, adding to Henrietta's list by asking counsel about a damp
spot in the wall of the church, and on the measures to be adopted with a
refractory farmer.
By the time they reached home, evening was fast closing in; and at the
sound of their entrance Mrs. Langford and Frederick both came to meet them
in the hall, the former asking anxiously whether they had not been
lingering in the cold and damp, inspecting the clogs to see that they were
dry, and feeling if the fingers were cold. She then ordered the two girls
up stairs to dress before going into the drawing-room with their
things on, and told Henrietta to remember that dinner would be at
half-past five.
"Is mamma gone up?" asked Henrietta.
"Yes, my dear, long ago; she has been out with your grandpapa, and
is gone to rest herself."
"And how long have you been at home, Fred?" said Queen Bee.
"Why, you have performed your toilette already! Why did you not come
to meet us?"
"I should have had a long spy-glass to see which
way you were gone," said Fred, in a tone which, to Henrietta's ears, implied that he was not quite pleased, and then, following his sister up stairs, he went on to her, "I wish I had never come in, but it was about three, and Alex and Carey thought we might as well get a bit of something for luncheon, and thereby they had the pleasure of seeing mamma send her pretty dear up to change his shoes and stockings. So there was an end of me for the day. I declare it is getting too absurd! Do persuade mamma that I am not made of sugar candy."
With Uncle Geoffrey's admonitions fresh in her mind, these
complaints sounded painfully in Henrietta's ears, and she would
gladly have soothed away his irritation; but, however convenient Judith
might find the stairs for private conferences, they did not appear to her
equally appropriate, especially when at the very moment grandpapa was
coming down from above and grandmamma up from below. Both she and Fred
therefore retreated into their mamma's room, where they found her
sitting on a low stool by the fire, reading by its light one of the old
childish books, of which she seemed never to weary. Fred's petulance,
to do him justice, never could endure the charm of her presence, and his
brow was as bright and open as his sister's as he came forward,
hoping that she was not tired.
"Quite the contrary, thank you, my dear," said she, smiling;
"I enjoyed my walk exceedingly."
"A walk!" exclaimed Henrietta.
"A crawl, perhaps you would call it, but a delightful crawl it was
with grandpapa up and down what we used to call the sun walk, by the
kitchen garden wall. And now, Pussy-cat, Pussy-cat, where
have you been?"
"I've been to Sutton Leigh, with the good Queen,"
answered Henrietta, gaily. "I have seen everything--Sutton
Leigh, and the Pleasance, and
the church! And, mamma, Mr. Franklin has asked us to go and dress the church for Christmas! Is not that what of all things is delightful? Only think of church-decking! What I have read and heard of, but I always thought it something too great and too happy for me ever to do."
"I hope you will be able to succeed in it," said her mamma.
"What a treat it will be to see your work on Sunday."
"And you are to help, too, Fred; you and Alexander are to come and
reach the high places for us. But do tell us your adventures."
Fred had been all over the farm; had been introduced to the whole live
stock, including ferrets and the tame hedge-hog; visited the
plantations, and assisted at the killing of a stoat; cut his name out on
the bark of the old pollard; and, in short, had been supremely happy. He
"was just going to see Dumpling and Vixen's puppies at Sutton
Leigh, when--"
"Wen I caught you, my poor boy," said his mamma; "and
very cruel it was, I allow, but I thought you might have gone out
again."
"I had no other thick shoes upstairs; but really, mamma, no one
thinks of minding those things."
"You should have seen him, Henrietta," said his mother;
"his shoes looked as if he had been walking through a
river."
"Well, but so were all the others," said Fred.
"Very likely, but they are more used to it; and, besides, they are
such sturdy fellows. I should as soon think of a deal board catching cold.
But you--if there is as much substance in you, it is all height; and
you know, Fred, you would find it considerably more tiresome to be laid up
with a bad cold."
"I never catch cold," said Fred.
"Boys always say so," said Mrs. Frederick Lang-
ford; "it is a--what shall I call it?--a puerile delusion, which their mammas can always defeat when they choose by a formidable list of colds and coughs; but I won't put you in mind of how often you have sat with your feet on the fender croaking like an old raven, and solacing yourself with stick-liquorice and Ivanhoe."
"You had better allow him to proceed in his pursuit of a cold,
mamma," said Henrietta, "just to see how grandmamma will nurse
it."
A knock at the door here put an end to the conversation, by announcing
the arrival of Bennet, Mrs. Frederick Langford's maid; who had come
in such good time that Henrietta was, for once in her life, full dressed a
whole quarter of an hour before dinner time. Nor was her involuntary
punctuality without a reward, for the interval of waiting for dinner,
sitting round the fire, was particularly enjoyed by Mr. and Mrs. Langford;
and Uncle Geoffrey, therefore, always contrived to make it a leisure time;
and there was so much merriment in talking over the walk, and discussing
the plans for the Pleasance, that Henrietta resolved never again to miss
such a pleasant reunion by her own tardiness.
Nor was the evening less agreeable. Henrietta pleased grandmamma by
getting her carpet-work out of some puzzle, and by flying across the
room to fetch the tea-chest: she delighted grandpapa by her
singing, and by finding his spectacles for him; she did quite a
praiseworthy piece of her own crochet purse, and laughed a great deal at
the battle that was going on between Queen Bee and Fred about the hero of
some new book. She kept her list of Uncle Geoffrey's manifold
applicants on the table before her, and had the pleasure of increasing it
by two men, business unknown, who sent to ask him to come and speak to
them; by a loud and eager appeal from Fred and Beatrice to
decide their contest, by a question of taste on the shades of grandmamma's carpet-work, and by her own query how to translate a difficult German passage which had baffled herself, mamma, and Fred.
However, Queen Bee's number, fifty, had not been attained, and her
majesty was obliged to declare that she meant in a week instead of a day,
for which reason the catalogue was written out fair, to be continued.
Mrs. Frederick Langford thought herself well recompensed for the pain
her resolution had cost her, by the pleasure that Mr. and Mrs. Langford
evidently took in her son and daughter, by the brightness of her two
children's own faces, and especially when Henrietta murmured in her
sleep something about "delightful," "bright leaves and
red berries," and then, "and 'tis for my own dear
papa."
And after all, in the attainment of their fondest wish, were Henrietta
and Frederick as serenely happy as she was?
The subject of conversation was not precisely calculated to soothe her
spirits. Grandmamma was talking of giving a young party--a
New-year's party on Monday week, the second of January.
"It would be pleasant for the young people," she thought,
"if Mary did not think it would be too much for her."
Beatrice looked despairingly at her aunt, well knowing what her answer
would be, that it would not be at all too much for her, that she should be
very glad to see her former neighbours, and that it would be a great treat
to Henrietta and Fred.
"We will have the carpet up in the dining-room,"
added Mrs. Langford, "and Daniels, the carpenter, shall bring his violin, and we can get up a nice little set for a dance."
"O thank you, grandmamma," cried Henrietta eagerly, as Mrs.
Langford looked at her.
"Poor innocent, you little know!" murmured Queen Bee to
herself.
"That is right, Henrietta," said Mrs. Langford, "I
like to see young people like young people, not above a dance now and
then,--all in moderation."
"Above dancing," said grandpapa, who, perhaps, took this as
a reflection on his pet, Queen Bee, "that is what you call being on
the high rope, isn't it?"
Beatrice, though feeling excessively savage, could not help
laughing.
"Are you on the high rope, Queenie?" asked Fred, who sat
next to her: "do you despise the light
fantastic--?"
"I don't know: I do not mind
it much," was all she could bring herself
to say, though she could not venture to be more decidedly ungracious before
her father. "Not much in itself," she added, in a lower tone,
as the conversation grew louder, "it is the people, Philip Carey, and
all,--but hush! listen."
He did so, and heard Careys, Dittons, Evanses, &c., enumerated, and
at each name Beatrice looked gloomier, but she was not observed, for her
Aunt Mary had much to hear about the present state of the families, and the
stream of conversation flowed away from the fête.
The meal was at last concluded, and Beatrice in great haste ordered
Frederick off to Sutton Leigh, with a message to Alex to meet them at the
Church, and bring as much holly as he could, and his great knife.
"Bring him safe," said she, "for if you fail,
and prove a corbie messenger, I promise you worse than the sharpest sting of the most angry bee."
Away she ran to fetch her bonnet and shawl, while Henrietta walked up
after her, saying she would just fetch her mamma's
writing-case down for her, and then get ready directly. On coming
down, she could not help waiting a moment before advancing to the table, to
hear what was passing between her mother and uncle.
"Do you like for me to drive you down to the Church
to-day?" he asked.
"Thank you," she answered, raising her mild blue eyes,
"I think not."
"Remember, it will be perfectly convenient, and do just what suits
you," said he in a voice of kind solicitude.
"Thank you very much, Geoffrey," she replied, in an earnest
tone, "but indeed I had better go for the first time to the service,
especially on such a day as to-morrow, when
thoughts mustbe in better order."
"I understand," said Uncle Geoffrey: and Henrietta,
putting down the writing-case, retreated with downcast eyes, with a
moment's perception of the higher tone of mind to which he had tried
to raise her.
In the hall she found Mrs. Langford engaged in moving her precious
family of plants from their night quarters near the fire to the bright
sunshine near the window. Henrietta seeing her lifting heavy
flower-pots, instantly sprang forward with, "O grandmamma, let
me help."
Little as Mrs. Langford was wont to allow herself to be assisted, she
was gratified with the obliging offer, and Henrietta had carried the
myrtle, the old-fashioned oak-leaved geranium, with its
fragrant deeply-indented leaves, a grim-looking cactus, and
two or three more, and was deep in the
story of the orange-tree, the pip of which had been planted by Uncle Geoffrey at five years old, but which never seemed likely to grow beyond the size of a tolerable currant-bush, when Beatrice came down and beheld her with consternation--"Henrietta! Henrietta! what are you about?" cried she, breaking full into the story. "Do make haste."
"I will come in a minute," said Henrietta, who was assisting
in adjusting the prop to which the old daphne was tied.
"Don't stop for me, my dear," said Mrs.
Langford: "there, don't let me be in your way."
"O, grandmamma, I like to do this very much."
"But, Henrietta," persisted the despotic Queen Bee,
"we really ought to be there."
"What is all this about?" said grandmamma, not particularly
well pleased. "There, go, go, my dear; I don't want any more,
thank you: what are you in such a fuss for now, going out all day
again?"
"Yes, grandmamma," said Beatrice, "did you not hear
that Mr. Franklin asked us to dress the church for to-morrow? and we
must not waste time in these short days."
"Dress the church! Well, I suppose you must have your own way, but
I never heard of such things in my younger days. Young ladies are very
different now!"
Beatrice drove Henrietta up-stairs with a renewed "Do make
haste," and then replied in a tone of argument and irritation,
"I do not see why young ladies should not like dressing churches for
festivals better than arraying themselves for balls and dances!"
True as the speech was, how would Beatrice have liked to have seen her
father or mother stand before her at that moment?
"Ah, well! it is all very well," said grand-
mamma, shaking her head, as she always did when out-argued by Beatrice, "you girls think yourselves so clever, there is no talking to you; but I think you had much better let old Martha alone; she has done it well enough before ever you were born, and such a litter as you will make the Church won't be fit to be seen to-morrow! All day in that cold damp place too! I wonder Mary could consent, Henrietta looks very delicate."
"O no, grandmamma, she is quite strong, very strong
indeed."
"I am sure she is hoarse this morning," proceeded Mrs.
Langford; "I shall speak to her mamma."
"O don't, pray, grandmamma; she would be so disappointed.
And what would Mr. Franklin do?"
"O very well, I promise you, as he has done before," said
Mrs. Langford, hastening off to the drawing-room, while her
granddaughter darted upstairs to hurry Henrietta out of the house before a
prohibition could arrive. It was what Henrietta had too often assisted Fred
in doing to have many scruples, besides which she knew how grieved her
mamma would be to be obliged to stop her, and how glad to find her safe out
of reach; so she let her cousin heap on shawls, fur cuffs, and boas in a
far less leisurely and discriminating manner than was usual with her.
"It would be absolute sneaking (to use an elegant word), I
suppose," said Beatrice, "to go down the back
stairs."
"True," said Henrietta, "we will even take the bull by
the horns."
"And trust to our heels," said Beatrice, stealthily opening
the door; "the coast is clear, and I know both your mamma and my papa
will not stop us if they can help it. One, two, three, and away!"
Off they flew, down the stairs, across the hall,
and up the long green walk, before they ventured to stop for Henrietta to put on her gloves, and take up the boa that was dragging behind her like a huge serpent. And after all, there was no need for their flight; they might have gone openly and with clear consciences, had they but properly and submissively waited the decision of their elders. Mr. Geoffrey Langford, who did not know how ill his daughter had been behaving, would have been very sorry to interfere with the plan, and easily reconciled his mother to it, in his own cheerful pleasant way. Indeed her opposition had been entirely caused by Beatrice herself; she had not once thought of objecting when it had been first mentioned the evening before, and had not Beatrice not first fidgeted and then argued, would only have regarded it as a pleasant way of occupying their morning.
"I could scold you, Miss Drone," said Beatrice when the two
girls had set themselves to rights, and recovered breath; "it was all
the fault of your dawdling."
"Well, perhaps it was," said Henrietta, "but you know
I could not see grandmamma lifting those flower-pots without
offering to help her."
"How many more times shall I have to tell you that grandmamma
hates to be helped?"
"Then she was very kind to me," replied Henrietta.
"I see how it will be," said Beatrice, smiling, "you
will be grandmamma's pet, and it will be a just division. I never yet
could get her to let me help her in anything, she is so resolutely
independent."
Queen Bee did not take into account how often her service was either
grudgingly offered, or else when she came with a good will, it was also
with a way, it might be better, it might be worse, but in
which she was determined to have the thing done, and against which her grandmamma was of course equally resolute.
"She is an amazing person!" said Henrietta. "Is she
eighty yet?"
"Seventy-nine," said Beatrice; "and grandpapa
eighty-two. I always say I think we should get the prize in a show
of grandfathers and grandmothers, if there was one like Uncle Roger's
fat cattle shows. You know she thinks nothing of walking twice to church on
a Sunday, and all over the village besides when there is anybody ill. But
here is the Sutton Leigh path. Let me see if those boys are to be trusted.
Yes, yes, that's right! Capital!" cried she in high glee;
"here is Birnam wood coming across the field." And springing on
one of the bars of the gate near the top, she flourished her handkerchief,
chanting or singing,
"Greet thee well, thou holly
green,
Welcome, welcome, art thou seen,
With all thy glittering
garlands bending,
As to greet my--quick
descending:" she finished in an altered tone, as she
was obliged to spring precipitately down to avoid a fall. "It made a
capital conclusion, however, though not quite what I had proposed. Well,
gentlemen," as four or five of the boys came up, each bearing a huge
holly bush--"Well, gentlemen, you are a sight for sair
een."
"With sair fingers, you mean," said Fred; "these
bushes scratch like half a dozen wild cats."
"It is in too good a cause for me to pity you," said
Beatrice.
"Nor would I accept it if you would," said Fred.
His sister, however, seemed determined on bestowing it whether he would
or not,--"How your
hands are bleeding! Have you any thorns in them? Let me see, I have my penknife."
"Stuff!" was Fred's gracious reply, as he glanced at
Alex and Carey.
"But why did you not put on your gloves?" proceeded
Henrietta.
"Gloves, nonsense!" said Fred, who never went without them
at Rocksand.
"He will take up the gauntlet presently," said Beatrice.
"By the by, Alex, how many pairs of gloves have you had or lost in
your life?"
"O, I always keep a pair for Sundays and for Allonfield,"
said Alex.
"Jessie says she will never let me drive her again without
them," said Carey, "but trust me for that: I hate them,
they are such girl's things; I tell her then she can't be
driven."
Fred could not bear to hear of Carey's driving, a thing which he
had not yet been permitted to attempt, and he hastily broke in, "You
have not told the news yet."
"What news?"
"The Euphrosyne is coming home," cried the boys with one
voice. "Had we not told you? The Euphrosyne is coming home, and Roger
may be here any day!"
"That is something like news," said Queen Bee; "I
thought it would only be that the puppies could see, or that Tom's
tooth was through. Grandpapa has not heard it?"
"Papa is going up to tell him," said John. "I was
going too, only Alex bagged me to carry his holly-bush."
"And so the great Rogero is coming home!" said Beatrice.
"How you will learn to talk sea slang! And how happy grandmamma will
be, especially if he comes in time for her great affair. Do you hear, Alex?
you must practise your steps,
for grandmamma is going to give a grand party, Careys and Evanses, and all, on purpose to gratify Fred's great love of dancing."
"I love dancing?" exclaimed Fred, in a tone of astonishment
and contempt.
"Why, did you not look quite enraptured at breakfast when it was
proposed? I expected you every moment to ask the honour of my hand for the
first quadrille, but I suppose you leave it for Philip Carey!"
"If it comes at all you must start me, Bee," said Alex,
"for I am sure I can't dance with any one but you."
"Let me request it now," said Fred, "though why you
should think I like dancing I cannot imagine! I am sure nothing but your
Majesty can make it endurable."
"There are compliments to your Majesty," cried Henrietta,
laughing; "one will not or cannot dance at all without her, the other
cannot find it endurable! I long to see which is to be
gratified."
"Time will show," said Beatrice; "I shall ponder on
their requests, and decide maturely, Greek against Prussian, lover of the
dance against hater of the dance."
"I don't love it, I declare," exclaimed Fred.
"I don't mind it, if you dance with me," said
Alex.
And Beatrice was in her glory, teasing them both, and feeling herself
the object of attention to both.
Flirtation is not a pleasant word, and it is one which we are apt to
think applies chiefly to the manners of girls, vain of their personal
appearance, and wanting in sense or education. Beatrice would have thought
herself infinitely above it; but what else was her love of attention, her
delight in playing off her two cousins against each other?
Beauty, or the consciousness of beauty, has little to do with it. Henrietta, if ever the matter occurred to her, could not help knowing that she was uncommonly pretty, yet no one could be more free from any tendency to this habit. Beatrice knew equally well that she was plain, but that did not make the least difference; if any, it was rather on the side of vanity, in being able without a handsome face, so to attract and engross her cousins. It was amusing, gratifying, flattering, to feel her power to play them off, and irritate the little feelings of jealousy which she had detected; and thoughtless as to the right or wrong, she pursued her course.
On reaching the church they found that, as was usual with her, she had
brought them before any one was ready; the doors were locked, and they had
to wait while Carey and John went to old Martha's to fetch the key.
In a few minutes more Mr. Franklin arrived, well pleased to see them ready
to fulfil their promise; the west door was opened, and disclosed a huge
heap of holly laid up under the tower, ready for use.
The first thing the boys did was to go up into the belfry, and out on
the top of the tower, and Busy Bee had a great mind to follow them; but she
thought it would not be fair to Mr. Franklin, and the wide field upon which
she had to work began to alarm her imagination.
Before the boys came down again, she had settled the plan of operations
with Henrietta and Mr. Franklin, dragged her holly bushes into the aisle,
and brought out her knife and string. They came down declaring that they
could be of no use, and they should go away, and Beatrice made no objection
to the departure of Carey and Johnny, who, as she justly observed, would be
only in the way; but she insisted on keeping Fred and Alex.
"Look at all those pillars! How are we ever to twine them by
ourselves? Look at all those great bushes! How are we to lift them? No, no,
indeed, we cannot spare you, Fred. We must have some stronger hands to help
us, and you have such a good eye for this sort of thing."
Had Alexander gone, Fred would have found some excuse for following him,
rather than he should leave him with young ladies, doing young
ladies' work; but, as Beatrice well knew, Alex would never withdraw
his assistance when she asked Fred's, and she felt secure of them
both.
"There, Alex, settle that ladder by the screen, please. Now will
you see if there is anything to tie a piece of string to? for it is of no
use to make a festoon if we cannot fasten it."
"I can't see anything."
"Here, give me your hand, and I'll look." Up tripped
the little Bee, just holding by his hand. "Yes, to be sure there is!
Here is a great rough nail sticking out. Is it firm? Yes, capitally. Now,
Alex, make a sailor's knot round it. Help me down first
though--thank you. Fred, will you trim that branch into something like
shape. You see how I mean. We must have a long drooping wreath of holly and
ivy, to blend with the screen. How tough this ivy is! Thank
you--that's it. Well, Mr. Franklin, I hope we shall get on in
time."
Mr. Franklin was sure of it; and seeing all actively employed, and
himself of little use, he took his leave for the present, hoping that the
Misses Langford would not tire themselves.
Angels' work is Church decoration--work fit for angels, that
is to say; but how pure should be the hands and hearts engaged in it! Its
greatness makes it solemn and awful. It is work immediately for the glory
of GOD; it is work like that of the children
who strewed the palm-branches before
the steps of the Redeemer! Who can frame in imagination a more favoured and delightful occupation, than that of the four young creatures who were, in very deed, greeting the coming of their LORD with those bright and glistening wreaths with which they were adorning His sanctuary?
Angels' work! but the angels veil their faces and tremble; and we
upon earth have still greater cause to tremble and bow down in awful
reverence, when we are allowed to approach so near His shrine. And was that
spirit of holy fear--that sole desire for His glory--the chief
thought with these young people?
Not that there was what even a severe judge could call irreverence in
word or deed; there was no idle laughter, and the conversation was in a
tone and a style which showed that they were all well trained in respect
for the sanctity of the place. Even in all the helping up and down ladders
and steps, in the reaching over for branches, in all the little mishaps and
adventures that befell them, their behaviour was outwardly perfectly what
it ought to have been; and that is no small praise for four young people,
under seventeen, left in church alone together for so many hours.
But still Beatrice's great aim was, unconsciously perhaps, to keep
the two boys entirely devoted to herself, and to exert her power. Wonderful
power it was in reality, which kept them interested in employment so little
accordant with their nature; kept them amused without irreverence, and
doing good service all the time. But it was a power of which she greatly
enjoyed the exercise, and which did nothing to lessen the rivalry between
them. As to Henrietta, she was sitting apart on a hassock, very happy, and
very busy in arranging the Monogram and wreath which she had yesterday
proposed. She was almost forgotten by the other three--certainly
neglected--but she did not feel it so; she had rather be quiet, for she could not work and talk like Queen Bee; and she liked to think over the numerous verses and hymns that her employment brought to her mind. Uncle Geoffrey's conversation dwelt upon her too; she began to realize his meaning, and she was especially anxious to fulfil his desire, by entreating Fred to beware of temptations to disobedience. Opportunities for private interviews were, however, very rare at Knight Sutton, and she had been looking forward to having him all to herself here, when he must wish to visit his father's grave with her. She was vexed for a moment that his first attention was not given to it; but she knew that his first thought was there, and boys never showed what was uppermost in their minds to anyone but their sisters. She should have him by and by, and the present was full of tranquil enjoyment.
If Henrietta had been free from blame in coming to Knight Sutton at all,
or in her way of leaving the house this morning, there would have been
little or no drawback to our pleasure in contemplating her.
"Is it possible!" exclaimed Queen Bee, as the last
reverberation of the single stroke of the deep-toned clock fell
quivering on her ear. "I thought you would have given us at least
eleven more."
"What a quantity remains to be done!" sighed Henrietta,
laying down the wreath which she had just completed. "Your work looks
beautiful, Queenie, but how shall we ever finish?"
"A short winter's day, too!" said Beatrice. "One
thing is certain--that we can't go home to luncheon."
"What will grandmamma think of that?" said Henrietta
doubtfully. "Will she like it?"
Beatrice could have answered, "Not at all;" but
she said, "O never mind, it can't be helped; we should be late even if we were to set off now, and besides we might be caught and stopped."
"Oh, that would be worse than anything," said Henrietta,
quite convinced.
"So you mean to starve," said Alex.
"See what slaves men are to creature comforts," said
Beatrice; "what do you say, Henrietta?"
"I had much rather stay here," said Henrietta; "I want
nothing."
"Much better fun to go without," said Fred, who had not
often enough missed a regular meal not to think doing so an honour and a
joke.
"I'll tell you what will do best of all!" cried Queen
Bee. "You go to Dame Reid's, and buy us sixpennyworth of the
gingerbread papa calls the extreme of luxury, and we will eat it on the old
men's bench in the porch."
"Oho! her Majesty is descending to creature comforts," said
Alex. "I thought she would soon come down to other
mortals."
"Only to gratify her famishing subjects," said Beatrice,
"you disloyal vassal, you! Fred is worth a dozen of you. Come, make
haste. She is sure to have a fresh stock, for she always has a great baking
when Mr. Geoffrey is coming."
"For his private eating?" said Fred.
"He likes it pretty well, certainly; and he seldom goes through
the village without making considerable purchase for the benefit of the
children in his path, who take care to be not a few. I found little Jenny
Woods made small distinction between Mr. Geoffrey and Mr. Ginger. But come,
Alex, why are you not off?"
"Because I don't happen to have a sixpence," said
Alex, with an honest openness, overcoming his desire to add "in my
pocket." It cost him an effort; for at school, where each slight
ad-
vantage was noted, and comparisons perpetually made, Fred's superior wealth and larger allowance had secured him the adherence of some; and though he either knew it not, or despised such mammon worship, his rival was sufficiently awake to it to be uncomfortable in acknowledging his poverty.
"Every one is poor at the end of the half," said Fred,
tossing up his purse and catching it again, so as to demonstrate its
lightness. "Here is a sixpence, thought, at her Majesty's
service."
"And do you think she would take your last sixpence, you honour to
loyalty?" said Beatrice, feeling in her pocket. "We are not
fallen quite so low. But alas! the royal exchequer is, as I now remember,
locked up in my desk at home."
"And my purse is in my workbox," said Henrietta.
"So, Fred, I must be beholden to you for the present," said
Beatrice, "if it won't quite break you down."
"There are more where that came from," said Fred, with a
careless air. "Come along, Alex."
Away they went. "That is unlucky," soliloquised Queen
Bee: "if I could have sent Alex alone, it would have been all
right, and he would have come back again; but now one will carry away the
other, and we shall see them no more."
"No, no, that would be rather too bad," said Henrietta.
"I am sure Fred will behave better."
"Mark what I say," said Beatrice. "I know how it will
be; a dog or a gun is what a boy cannot for a moment withstand, and if we
see them again 'twill be a nine days' wonder. But come, we must
to the work; I want to look at your wreath."
She did not, however, work quite as cheerily as before, and lost much
time in running backwards and forwards to peep out at the door, and in
protesting that she was neither surprised nor annoyed at the faithlessness
of her envoys. At last a droll little frightened knock was heard at the
door. Beatrice went to open it, and a whitey-brown paper parcel was
held out to her by a boy in a green canvas round frock, and a pair of
round, hard, red, solid-looking cheeks; no other than Dame
Reid's grandson.
"Thank you," said she. "Did Master Alexander give you
this?"
"Ay."
"Thank you, that's right!" and away he went.
"You see," said Queen Bee, holding up the parcel to
Henrietta, who came out to the porch. "Let us look. O, they have
vouchsafed a note!" and she took out a crumpled envelope, directed in
Aunt Mary's handwriting to Fred, on the back of which Alex had
written, "Dear B., we beg pardon, but Carey and Dick are going up to
Andrews's about his terrier.--A. L." "Very cool,
certainly!" said Beatrice, laughing, but still with a little pique.
"What a life I will lead them!"
"Well, you were a true prophet," said Henrietta, "and
after all it does not much signify. They have done all the work that is out
of reach; but still I thought Fred would have behaved better."
"You have yet to learn the difference between Fred with you or
with me, and Fred with his own congeners," said Beatrice; "you
don't know half the phases of boy nature."
Henrietta sighed; for Fred had certainly not been quite what she
expected him to-day. Not because he had appeared to forget her, for
that was nothing--that was only appearance, and her love was too
healthy and true even to feel it neglect; but
he had forgotten his father's grave. He was now neglecting the church; and far from its consoling her to hear that it was the way with all boys when they came together, it gave her one moment's doubt whether they were not happier, when they were all in all to each other at Rocksand.
It was but for one instant that she felt this impression; the next it
had passed away, and she was sharing the gingerbread with her cousin, and
smiling at the great admiration in which it seemed to be held by the
natives of Knight Sutton. They took a short walk up and down the churchyard
while eating it, and then returned to their occupation, well pleased, on
re-entering, to see how much show they had made already. They worked
together very happily; indeed, now that all thought of her squires was
quite out of her head, Beatrice worked much more in earnest and in the
right kind of frame; something more of the true spirit of this service came
over her, and she really possessed some of that temper of devotion which
she fancied had been with her the whole day.
It was a beautiful thing when Henrietta raised her face, as she was
kneeling by the font, and her clear sweet voice began at first in a low,
timid note, but gradually growing fuller and
stronger--
"Hark! the herald angels sing
Glory to the
new-born King,
Peace on earth, and mercy
mild,
GOD and sinners
reconciled."
Beatrice took up the strain at the first line, and sweetly did their
tones echo through the building; while their hearts swelled with delight
and thankfulness for the "good tidings of great joy." Another
and another Christmas hymn was raised, and never were carols sung by
happier voices; and the decorations proceeded all the better and more
suitably
beneath their influence. They scarcely knew how time passed away, till Henrietta, turning round, was amazed to see Uncle Geoffrey standing just within the door watching them.
"Beautiful!" said he, as she suddenly ceased, in some
confusion; "your work is beautiful! I came here prepared to scold you
a little, but I don't think I can. Who made that wreath and
Monogram?"
"She did, of course, papa," said Beatrice, pointing to her
cousin. "Who else could?"
"It is a very successful arrangement," said Uncle Geoffrey,
moving about to find the spot for obtaining the best view. "It is an
arrangement to suggest so much."
Henrietta came to the place where he stood, and for the first time
perceived the full effect of her work. It was placed in front of the altar,
the dark crimson covering of which relieved the shining leaves and scarlet
berries of the holly. The three letters, i h s,
were in the centre, formed of small sprays fastened in the required shape;
and around them was a large circle of holly, plaited and twined together,
the many-pointed leaves standing out in every direction in their
peculiar stiff gracefulness.
"I see it now!" said she, in a low voice full of awe.
"Uncle, I did not mean to make it so!"
"How?" he asked.
"It is like Good Friday!" said she, as the resemblance to
the crown of thorns struck her more and more strongly.
"Well, why not, my dear?" said her uncle, as she shrunk
closer to him in a sort of alarm. "Would Christmas be worth observing
if it were not for Good Friday?"
"Yes, it is right uncle; but somehow it is melancholy."
"Where are those verses that say--let me see--
'And still Thy Church's faith
Shall
link, in all her prayer and praise,
Thy glory with Thy
death.'
So you see, Henrietta, you have been guided to do quite right."
Henrietta gave a little sigh, but did not answer: and Beatrice
said, "It is a very odd thing, whenever any work of art--or,
what shall I call it?--is well done, it is apt to have so much more in
it than the author intended. It is so in poetry, painting, and everything
else."
"There is, perhaps, more meaning than we understand, when we talk
of the spirit in which a thing is done," said her father:
"But have you much more to do? Those columns look very
well."
"O, are you come to help us, papa?"
"I came chiefly because grandmamma was a good deal concerned at
your not coming home to luncheon. You must not be out the whole morning
again just at present. I have some sandwiches in my pocket for
you."
Beatrice explained how they had been fed, and her papa said, "Very
well, we will find some one who will be glad of them; but mind, do not make
her think you unsociable again. Do you hear and heed?"
It was the sort of tone which, while perfectly kind and gentle, shows
that it belongs to a man who will be obeyed, and ready compliance was
promised. He proceeded to give his very valuable aid at once in taste and
execution, the adornment prospered greatly, and when Mr. Franklin came in,
his surprise and delight were excited by the beauty which had grown up in
his absence. The long, drooping, massive wreaths of evergreen at the east
end, centring in the crown and letters; the spiral
festoons round the pillars; the sprays in every niche; the tower of holly over the font--all were more beautiful, both together and singly, than he had even imagined, and he was profuse in admiration and thanks.
The work was done; and the two Misses Langford, after one
well-satisfied survey from the door, bent their steps homeward,
looking forward to the pleasure with which grandpapa and Aunt Mary would
see it to-morrow. as they went in the deepening twilight, the whole
village seemed vocal: children's voices, shrill and tuneless
near, but softened by distance, were ringing out here, there, and
everywhere, with
"As shepherds watch'd their flocks by
night." And again, as they walked on, the sound from another
band of little voices was brought on the still frosty wind--
"Glad tidings of great joy I bring
To you and all
mankind."
Imperfect rhymes, bad voices, no time observed; but how
joyous,--how really Christmas-like--how well it suited the
soft half-light, the last pale shine of sunset lingering in the
south-west! the large solemn stars that one by one appeared! How
Uncle Geoffrey caught up the lines and sang them over to himself! How light
and free Beatrice walked!--and how the quiet happy tears would rise in
Henrietta's eyes!
The singing in the drawing-room that evening, far superior as it
was, with Henrietta, Beatrice, Frederick, and even Aunt Mary's
beautiful voice, was not equal in enjoyment to that. Was it because
Beatrice was teasing Fred all the time about his defection? The church
singers came up to the
Hall, and the drawing-room door was set open for the party to listen to them; grandpapa and Uncle Geoffrey went out to have a talk with them, and so passed the space till tea-time; to say nothing of the many little troops of young small voices outside the windows, to whom Mrs. Langford's plum buns, and Mr. Geoffrey's sixpences, were a very enjoyable part of the Christmas festivities.
But Henrietta knew not how to appreciate that "peace which passeth
all understanding;" and all that she saw was the glistening of tears
in her eyes, and the heaving of her bosom, as she knelt down in her place;
and she thought that if she had calculated all that she would have to go
through, and all her own anxieties for her, she should never have urged
their removal. She
viewed it, however, as a matter of expediency rather than of duty, and her feelings were not in the only right and wholesome channel. As on the former occasion, Knight Sutton Church seemed to her more full of her father's presence than of any other, so now, throughout the service, she was chiefly occupied with watching her mother; and entirely by the force of her own imagination, she contrived to work herself into a state of nervous apprehension, only equalled by her mamma's own anxieties for Fred.
Neither she nor any of her young cousins were yet confirmed, so they all
left the church together. What would she not have given to be able to talk
her fears over with either Frederick or Beatrice, and be assured by them
that her mamma had borne it very well, and would not suffer from it. But
though neither of them was indifferent or unfeeling, there was not much
likelihood of sympathy from them just at present. Beatrice had always been
sure that Aunt Mary would behave like an angel; and when Fred saw that his
mother looked tranquil, and showed no symptoms of agitation, he dismissed
anxiety from his mind, and never even guessed at his sister's
alarms.
Nor in reality had he many thoughts for his sister of any kind; for he
was, as usual, engrossed with Queen Bee, criticising the decorations which
had been completed in his absence, and, together with Alex, replying to the
scolding with which she visited their desertion.
Nothing could have been more eminently successful than the decorations,
which looked to still greater advantage in the brightness of the morning
sun than in the dimness of the evening twilight; and many were the
compliments which the two young ladies received upon their handiwork. The
old women had "never seen nothing like it,"
--the school children whispered to each other, "How pretty!" Uncle Geoffrey and Mr. Franklin admired even more than before; grandpapa and Aunt Mary were delighted; grandmamma herself allowed it was much better than she had expected; and Jessie Carey, by way of climax, said it "was like magic."
It was a very different Sunday from those to which Henrietta had been
accustomed, in the complete quiet and retirement of Rocksand. The Hall was
so far from the church, that there was but just time to get back in time
for evening service. After which, according to a practice of which she had
often heard her mamma speak with many agreeable reminiscences, the Langford
family almost always went in a body on a progress to the farmyard, to visit
the fatting oxen and see the cows milked.
Mrs. Roger Langford was at home with little Tom, and Mrs. Frederick
Langford was glad to seek the tranquillity and repose of her own apartment;
but all the rest went in procession, greatly to the amusement of Fred and
Henrietta, to the large barn-like building, where a narrow path led
them along the front of the stalls of the gentle-looking
sweet-breathed cows, and the huge white-horned oxen.
Uncle Roger, as always happened, monopolised his brother, and kept him
estimating the weight of the great Devon ox, which was next for execution.
Grandmamma was escorting Charlie and Arthur (whom their grandfather was
wont to call penultimus and antepenultimus), helping them to feed the cows
with turnips, and guarding them from going behind their heels. Henrietta
was extremely happy, for grandpapa himself was doing the honours for her,
and instructing her in the difference between a Guernsey cow and a
short-horn; and so was Alexander, for he had Queen Bee all to
himself in
a remote corner of the cow-house, rubbing old spotted Nancy's curly brow, catching at her polished black-tipped horn, and listening to his hopes and fears for the next half year. Not so Frederick, as he stood at the door with Jessie Carey, who, having no love for the cow-house, especially when in her best silk, thought always ready to take care of the children there, was very glad to secure a companion outside, especially one so handsome, so much more polished than any of her cousins, and so well able to reply to her small talk. Little did she guess how far off he wished her, or how he longed to be listening to his uncles, talking to Beatrice, sticking holly into the cows' halters with John and Richard, scrambling into the hay-loft with Carey and William--anywhere, rather than be liable to the imputation of being too fine a gentleman to enter a cow-house.
This accusation never entered the head of any one but himself; but still
an attack was in store for him. After a few words to Martin the cowman, and
paying their respects to the pigs, the party left the farm-yard, and
the inhabitants of Sutton Leigh took the path to their own abode, while
Beatrice turned round to her cousin, saying, "Well, Fred, I
congratulate you on your politeness! How well you endured being
victimised!"
"I victimised! How do you know I was not enchanted?"
"Nay, you can't deceive me while you have a transparent
face. Trust me for finding out whether you are bored or not. Besides, I
would not pay so bad a compliment to your taste as to think
otherwise."
"How do you know I was not exercising the taste of Rubens himself?
I was actually admiring you all, and thinking how like it all was to that
great print from one of his pictures; the building
with its dark gloomy roof, and open sides, the twilight, the solitary dispersed snow-flakes, the haze of dust, the sleek cattle, and their long white horns."
"Quite poetical," said Queen Bee, in a short, dry, satirical
manner. "How charmed Jessie must have been!"
"Why?" said Fred, rather provoked.
"Such masterly eyes are not common among our gentlemen. You will
be quite her phoenix; and how much 'Thomson's
Seasons' you will have to hear! I dare say you have had it
already--
'Now, shepherds, to your helpless charge be
kind!'"
"Well, very good advice, too," said Fred.
"I hate and detest Thomson," said Beatrice; "above
all, for travestying Ruth into 'the lovely young Lavinia;' so
whenever Jessie treated me to any of her quotations, I criticised him
without mercy, and at last I said, by great good luck, that the only use of
him was to serve as an imposition for young ladies at second-rate
boarding schools. It was a capital hit, for Alex found out that it was the
way she learnt so much of him, and since that time I have heard no more of
'Jemmy Thomson! Jemmy Thomson! O!'"
The laughter which followed this speech had a tone in it, which,
reaching Mr. Geoffrey Langford, who was walking a little in front with his
mother, made him suspect that the young people were getting into such
spirits as were not quite Sunday-like; and, turning round, he asked
them some trifling question, which made him a party to the conversation,
and brought it back to a quieter, though not less merry tone.
Dinner was at five, and Henrietta was dressed so late that Queen Bee had
to come up to sum-
mon her, and bring her down after every one was in the dining-room--an entrée all the more formidable, because Mr. Franklin was dining there, as well as Uncle Roger and Alexander.
Thanks in some degree to her own dawdling, she had been in a hurry the
whole day, and she longed for a quiet evening: but here it seemed to
her, as with the best intentions it usually is, in a large party, that, but
for the laying aside of needlework, of secular books and secular music, it
might as well have been any other day of the week.
Her mamma was very tired, and went to bed before tea, the gentlemen had
a long talk over the fire, the boys and Beatrice laughed and talked, and
she helped her grandmamma to hand about the tea, answering her questions
about her mother's health and habits, and heard a good deal that
interested her, but still she could not feel as if it were Sunday. At
Rocksand she used to sit for many a pleasant hour, either in the darkening
summer twilight, or the bright red light of the winter fire, repeating or
singing hymns, and enjoying the most delightful talks that the whole week
had to offer, and now she greatly missed the conversation that would have
"set this strange week to rights in her head," as she said to
herself.
She thought over it a good deal whilst Bennet was brushing her hair at
night, feeling as if it had been a week-day, and as if it would be
as difficult to begin a new fresh week on Monday morning, as it would a new
day after sitting up a whole night. How far this was occasioned by Knight
Sutton habits, and how far it was her own fault, was not what she asked
herself, though she sat up for a long time musing on the change in her way
of life, and scarcely able to believe that it was only last Sunday that she
had been sitting with her mother over their fire at Rocksand. Enough had
happened
for a whole month. Her darling project was fulfilled; the airy castle of former days had become a substance, and she was inhabiting it: and was she really so very much happier? There she went into a reverie--but musing is not meditating, nor vague dreamings wholesome reflections; she went on sitting their, chiefly for want of energy to move, till the fire burnt low, the clock struck twelve, and Mrs. Frederick Langford exclaimed in a sleepy voice, "My dear, are you going to sleep there?"
"You are coming, are you not, Bee?" said Alex, leaning over
the back of her chair.
"O yes," said she, nearly whispering "only take care.
It is taboo there,"--and she made a sign with her hand towards
Mrs. Langford, "and don't frighten Aunt Mary about Fred. O it
is too late, Carey's doing the deed as fast as he can."
Carey was asking Fred whether he had ever skated, or could skate, and
Fred was giving an account of his exploits in that line at school, hoping
it might prove to his mother that he might be trusted to take care of
himself since he had dared the danger before. In vain: the alarmed
expression had come over her face, as she asked Alexander whether his
father had looked at the ice.
"No," said Alex, "but it is perfectly safe. I tried it
this morning, and it is as firm as this marble
chimney-piece."
"He is pretty well to be trusted," said his grandfather,
"more especially as it would be difficult to get drowned
there."
"I would give a shilling to anyone who could drown himself
there," said Alex.
"The travelling man did," exclaimed at once Carey, John, and
Richard.
"Don't they come in just like the Greek chorus?" said
Beatrice, in a whisper to Fred, who gave a little laugh, but was too
anxious to attend to her.
"I thought he was drowned in the river," said Alex.
"No, it was in the deep pool under the weeping willow, where the
duckweed grows so rank in summer," said Carey.
Uncle Geoffrey laughed. "I am sorry to interfere with your
romantic embellishments, Carey, or with the credit of your beloved pond,
since you are determined not to leave it behindhand with its
neighbours."
"I always thought it was there," said the boy.
"And thought wrong; the poor man was found in the river two miles
off."
"I always heard it was at Knight's Pool," repeated
Carey.
"I do not know what you may have heard," said Uncle
Geoffrey; "but as it happened a good while before you were born, I
think you had better not argue the point."
"Grandpapa," persisted Carey, "was it not in
Knight's Pool?"
"Certainly not," was the answer drily given.
"Well," continued Carey, "I am sure you might drown
yourself there."
"Rather than own yourself mistaken," said Uncle
Geoffrey.
"Carey, Carey, I hate contradiction," said grandmamma,
rising and rustling past where he stood with a most absurd, dogged,
unconvinced face. "Take your arm off the mantelpiece, let that china
cup alone, and stand like a gentleman. Do!"
"All in vain!" said Beatrice. "To the end of his life
he will maintain that Knight's Pool drowned the travelling
man!"
"Well, never mind," said John, impatiently, "are we
coming to skate this morning or are we not?"
"I really wish," said Aunt Mary, as if she could not help
it, "without distrusting either old Knight's Pool or your
judgment, Alexander, that you would ask some one to look at it."
"I should like just to run down and see the fun," said Uncle
Geoffrey, thus setting all parties at rest for the moment. The two girls
ran joyfully up to put on their bonnets, as Henrietta wished to see,
Beatrice to join in, the sport. At that instant Mrs. Langford asked her son
Geoffrey to remove some obstacle which hindered the comfortable shutting of
the door, and though a servant might just as well have done it, he readily
complied, according to his constant habit of making all else give way to
her, replying to the discomfited looks of the boys, "I shall be ready
by the time the young ladies come down."
So he was, long before Henrietta was ready, and just as she and Beatrice
appeared on the stairs, Atkins was carrying across the hall what the boys
looked at with glances of dismay, namely, the post-bag. Knight
Sutton, being small and remote, did not possess a post-office, but a
messenger came from Allonfield for the letters on every day except Sunday,
and returned again in the space of an hour. A very inconvenient
arrangement, as everyone had said for the last twenty years, and might
probably say for twenty years more.
As usual, more than half the contents were for G. Langford, Esq., and
Fred's face grew longer and longer as he saw the
closely-written business-like sheets.
"Fred, my poor fellow," said his uncle, looking up, "I
am sorry for you, but one or two must be answered by this day's post.
I will not be longer than I can help."
"Then do let us come on," exclaimed the chorus.
"Come, Queenie," added Alex.
She delayed, however, saying, "Can I do any good, papa?"
"Thank you, let me see. I do not like to stop you, but it would
save time if you could just copy a letter."
"O thank you, pray let me," said Beatrice, delighted.
"Go on, Henrietta, I shall soon come."
Henrietta would have waited, but she saw a chance of speaking to her
brother, which she did not like to lose.
Her mother had taken advantage of the various conversations going on in
the hall, to draw her son aside, saying, "Freddy, I believe you think
me very troublesome, but do let me entreat of you not to venture on the ice
till one of your uncles has said it is safe."
"Uncle Roger trusts Alex," said Fred.
"Yes, but he lets all those boys take their chance, and a number
of you together are likely to be careless, and I know there used to be
dangerous places in that pond. I will not detain you, my dear," added
she, as the others were preparing to start, "only I beg you will not
attempt to skate till your uncle comes."
"Very well," said Frederick, in a tone of as much annoyance
as ever he showed his mother, and with little suspicion how much it cost
her not to set her mind at rest by exacting a promise from him. This she
had resolutely forborne to do in cases like the present, from his earliest
days, and she had her reward in the implicit reliance she could place on
his word when once given. And now, sighing that
it had not been voluntarily offered, she went to her sofa, to struggle and reason in vain with her fears, and start at each approaching step, lest it should bring the tidings of some fatal accident, all the time blaming herself for the entreaties which might, as she dreaded, place him in peril of disobedience.
In a few moments Mr. Geoffrey Langford was sitting in the great red
leathern chair in the study, writing as fast as his fingers would move,
apparently without a moment for thought, though he might have said, like
the great painter, that what seemed the work of half an hour, was in fact
the labour of years. His daughter, her bonnet by her side, sat opposite to
him, writing with almost equal rapidity, and supremely happy, for to the
credit of our little Queen Bee let it be spoken, that no talk with
Henrietta, no walk with grandpapa, no new exciting tale, no, not even a
flirtation with Fred and Alex, one or both, was equal in her estimation to
the pleasure and honour of helping papa, even though it was copying a dry
legal opinion, instead of gliding about on the smooth hard ice, in the
bright winter morning's sunshine.
The two pens maintained a duet of diligent scratching for some twenty or
five and twenty minutes without intermission, but at last Beatrice looked
up, and without speaking, held up her sheet.
"Already? Thank you, my little clerk, I could think it was mamma.
Now then, off to the skating. My compliments to Fred, and tell him I feel
for him, and will not keep him waiting longer than I can
avoid:" and muttering a resumption of his last sentence, on
went the lawyer's indefatigable pen; and away flew the merry little
Busy Bee, bounding off with her droll, tripping, elastic,
short-stepped run, which suited so well with her little alert
figure, and her dress, a small plain black
velvet bonnet, a tight black velvet "jacket," as she called it, and a brown silk dress, with narrow yellow stripes (chosen chiefly in joke, because it was the colour of a bee), not a bit of superfluous shawl, boa, or ribbon about her, but all close and compact, fit for the diversion which she was eager to enjoy. The only girl among so many boys, she had learnt to share in many of their sports, and one of the prime favourites was skating, a diversion which owes as much of its charm to the caprices of its patron Jack Frost, as to the degree of skill which it requires.
She arrived at the stile leading to "Knight's
Portion," as it was called, and a very barren portion must the poor
Knight have possessed if it was all his property. It was a sloping chalky
field or rather corner of a down, covered with very short grass and
thistles, which defied all the attacks of Uncle Roger and his sheep. On one
side was a sort of precipice, where the chalk had been dug away, and a
rather extensive old chalk pit formed a tolerable pond, by the assistance
of the ditch at the foot of a hedge. On the glassy surface already marked
by many a sharply traced circular line, the Sutton Leigh boys were
careering, the younger ones with those extraordinary bends, twists, and
contortions to which the unskilful are driven in order to preserve their
balance. Frederick and Henrietta stood on the brink, neither of them
looking particularly cheerful; but both turned gladly at the sight of the
Busy Bee, and came to meet her with eager inquiries for her papa.
She was a very welcome sight to both, especially Henrietta, who had from
the first felt almost out of place alone with all those boys, and who hoped
that she would be some comfort to poor Fred, who had been entertaining her
with every variety of grumbling for the last half-hour, and
perversely
refusing to walk out of sight of the forbidden pleasure, or to talk of anything else. Such a conversation as she was wishing for was impossible whilst he was constantly calling out to the others, and exclaiming at their adventures, and in the intervals lamenting his own hard fate, scolding her for her slowness in dressing, which had occasioned the delay, and magnifying the loss of his pleasure, perhaps in a sort of secret hope that the temptation would so far increase as to form in his eyes an excuse for yielding to it. Seldom had he shown himself so unamiable towards her, and with great relief and satisfaction she beheld her cousin descending the steep slippery path from the height above, and while the cloud began to lighten on his brow, she thought to herself, "It will be all right now, he is always happy with Busy Bee!"
So he might have been had Beatrice been sufficiently unselfish for once
to use her influence in the right direction, and surrender an amusement for
the sake of another; but to give up or defer such a pleasure as skating
with Alex never entered her mind, though a moment's reflection might
have shown her how much more annoying the privation would be rendered by
the sight of a girl fearlessly enjoying the sport from which he was
debarred. It would, perhaps, be judging too hardly to reckon against her as
a fault that her grandmamma could not bear to hear of anything so
"boyish," and had long ago entreated her to be more like a
young lady. There was no positive order in this case, and her papa and
mamma did not object. So she eagerly answered Alexander's summons,
fastened on her skates, and soon was gliding merrily on the surface of the
Knight's Pool, while her cousins watched her dexterity with surprise
and interest; but soon Fred once more grew gloomy, sighed, groaned, looked
at his watch, and recommenced his com-
plaints. At first she had occupation enough in attending to her own security to bestow any attention on other things, but in less than a quarter of an hour, she began to feel at her ease, and her spirits rising to the pitch where consideration is lost, she "could not help," in her own phrase, laughing at the disconsolate Fred.
"How wobegone he looks!" said she, as she whisked past,
"but never mind, Fred, the post must go some time or
other."
"It must be gone," said Fred. "I am sure we have been
here above an hour!"
"Henrietta looks blue with cold, like an old hen obliged to follow
her ducklings to the water!" observed Beatrice, again gliding near,
and in the midst of her next circular sweep she chanted--
"Although their feet are pointed, and my feet are
round,
Pray, is that any reason why I should be
drowned?"
It was a great aggravation of Fred's calamities to be obliged to
laugh, nor were matters mended by the sight of the party now advancing from
the house, Jessie Carey, with three of the lesser boys.
"What news of Uncle Geoffrey?"
"I did not see him," said Jessie: "I think he
was in the study, Uncle Roger went to him there."
"No hope then!" muttered the unfortunate Fred.
"Can't you skate, Fred?" asked little Arthur with a
certain most provoking face of wonder and curiosity.
"Presently," said Fred.
"He must not," cried Richard, in a tone which Fred thought
malicious, though it was only rude.
"Must not?" and Arthur looked up in amazement to the boy so
much taller than his three brothers, creatures in his eyes privileged to do
what they pleased.
"His mamma won't let him," was Dick's polite
answer. Fred could have knocked him down with the greatest satisfaction,
but in the first place he was out of reach, in the second, the young ladies
were present, in the third he was a little boy, and a stupid one, and Fred
had temper enough left to see that there would be nothing gained by
quarrelling with him, so contenting himself with a secret but most ardent
wish that he had him as his fag at school, he turned to Jessie, and asked
her what she thought of the weather, if the white frost would bring rain,
&c., &c.
Jessie thought the morning too bright not to be doubtful, and the hoar
frost was so very thick and white that it was not likely to continue much
longer.
"How beautiful these delicate white crests are to every thorn in
the hedge!" said Henrietta; "and look, these pieces of chalk
are almost cased in glass."
"O I do love such a sight!" said Jessie. "Here is a
beautiful bit of stick crusted over."
"It is a perfect little Giant's Causeway," said
Henrietta; "do look at these lovely little columns, Fred."
"Ah!" said Jessie,
"Myriads of little salts, or
hook'd or shaped
Like double wedges.--"
She thought Beatrice safe out of hearing, but that very moment by she
came, borne swiftly along, and catching the cadence of that one line,
looked archly at Fred, and shaped with her lips rather than
uttered--
"O Jemmy Thomson! Jemmy Thomson, O!"
It filled up the measure. That Beatrice, Alexander and Chorus should be
making him a laughing-stock, and him pinned to Miss Carey's
side, was
more than he could endure. He had made up his mind that Uncle Geoffrey was not coming at all, his last feeble hold of patience and obedience gave way, and he exclaimed, "Well, I shan't wait any longer, it is not of the least use."
"O, Fred, consider!" said his sister.
"That's right, Freddy," shouted Carey,
"he'll not come now, I'll answer for it."
"You know he promised he would," pleaded Henrietta.
"Uncle Roger has got hold of him, and he is as bad as the old man
of the sea," said Fred, "the post has been gone this
half-hour, and I shall not wait any longer."
"Think of mamma."
"How can you talk such nonsense, Henrietta?" exclaimed Fred
impatiently, "do you think that I am so awfully heavy that the ice
that bears them must needs break with me?"
"I do not suppose there is any danger," said Henrietta,
"but for the sake of poor mamma's entreaties!"
"Do you think I am going to be kept in leading-strings all
the rest of my life?" said Fred, obliged to work himself into a
passion in order to silence his sister and his conscience. "I have
submitted to such absurd nonsense a great deal too long already, I will not
be made a fool of in the sight of everybody; so here goes!"
And breaking away from her detaining arm, he ran down to the verge of
the pond, and claimed the skates which he had lent to John. Henrietta
turned away her eyes full of tears.
"Never mind, Henrietta," shouted the good-natured
Alexander, "I'll engage to fish him out if he goes
in."
"It is as likely I may fish you out, Mr. Alex," returned
Fred, slightly affronted.
"Or more likely still there will be no fishing in the case,"
said the naughty little Syren, who felt all the time a secret satisfaction
in the consciousness that it was she who had made the temptation
irresistible, then adding, to pacify Henrietta and her own feelings of
compunction, "Aunt Mary must be satisfied when she hears with what
exemplary patience he waited till papa was past hope, and the pond past
fear."
Whether Alex smiled at the words "past fear," or whether
Fred only thought he did, is uncertain, the effect was that he exclaimed,
"I only wish there was a place in this pond that you did not like to
skate over, Alex."
"Well, there is one," said Alex, laughing, "where
Carey drowns the travelling man: there is a spring there, and the ice
is never so firm, so you may try--"
"Don't, Fred--I beg you won't!" cried
Beatrice.
"O, Fred, Fred, think, think, if anything should happen!"
implored Henrietta.
"I shan't look, I can't bear it!" exclaimed
Jessie, turning away.
Fred without listening skated triumphantly towards the hedge, and across
the perilous part, and fortunately it was without disaster. In the middle
of the shout of applause with which the chorus celebrated his achievement,
a gate in the hedge suddenly opened, and the two uncles stood before them.
The first thing Uncle Geoffrey did was to take a short run, and slide right
across the middle of the pond, while Uncle Roger stood by laughing and
saying, "Well done, Geoffrey, you are not quite so heavy as I
am."
Uncle Geoffrey reaching the opposite side, caught up little Charley by
the arms and whirled him round in the air, then shouted in a voice that had
all the glee and blithe exultation of a boy just released from school, "I hereby certify to all whom it may concern, the pond is franked! Where's Fred?"
Fred wished himself anywhere else, and so did Henrietta. Even Queen
Bee's complacency gave way before her father, and it was only
Alexander who had spirit to answer, "We thought you were not coming
at all."
"Indeed!" said Uncle Geoffrey; and little Willy exclaimed,
"Why, Alex, Uncle Geoffrey always comes when he promises," a
truth to which every one gave a mental assent.
Without taking the smallest notice of Frederick by word or look, Uncle
Geoffrey proceeded to join the other boys, to the great increase of their
merriment, instructing them in making figures of eight, and in all the
other mysteries of the skating art, which they could scarcely enjoy more
than he seemed to do. Henrietta, cold and unhappy, grieved at her
brother's conduct, and still more grieved at the displeasure of her
uncle, wished to return to the house, yet could not make up her mind to do
so, for fear of her mamma's asking about Fred; and whilst she was
still doubting and hesitating, the Church bell began to ring, reminding her
of the saint's day service, one of the delights of Knight Sutton to
which she had so long looked forward. Yet here was another disappointment.
The uncles and the two girls immediately prepared to go. Jessie said she
must take Arthur and Charley home, and set off. The boys could do as they
pleased, and Willy holding Uncle Geoffrey's hand was going with him,
but the rest continued their sport, and among them was Fred. He had never
disobeyed a Church bell before, and had rather not have done so now, but as
he saw none of his male companions setting off, he fancied that to attend a
week-day service in the holidays might be reckoned a girlish proceeding, imagined his cousins laughing at him as soon as his back was turned, and guessed from Uncle Geoffrey's grave looks that he might be taken to task when no longer protected by the presence of the rest.
He therefore replied with a gruff short "No" to his
sister's anxious question whether he was not coming, and flourished
away to the other end of the pond; but a few seconds after he was not a
little surprised and vexed at finding himself mistaken after all--at
least so far as regarded Alex, who had been only going on with his sport to
the last moment, and now taking off his skates, vaulted over the gate, and
ran at full speed after the rest of the party, overtaking them before they
reached the village.
Henrietta was sadly disappointed when, looking round at the sound of
footsteps, she saw him instead of her brother. His refusal to go to Church
grieved her more than his disobedience, on which she did not in general
look with sufficient seriousness, and for which in the present case there
were many extenuating circumstances, which she longed to plead to Uncle
Geoffrey, who would, she thought, relax in his severity towards her poor
Fred, if he knew how long he had waited, and how much he had been teased.
This, however, she could not tell him without complaining of his daughter,
and in fact it was an additional pain that Queen Bee should have used all
her powerful influence in the wrong direction.
It was impossible to be long vexed with the little Busy Bee, even in
such circumstances as these, especially when she came up to her, put her
arm into hers, and looked into her face with all the sweetness that could
sometimes reside in those brown features of hers, saying, "My
poor Henrietta, I am afraid we have been putting you to torture all this time, but you know that it is quite nonsense to be afraid of anything happening."
"O yes, I know that, but really, Queenie, you should not have
persuaded him."
"I? Well, I believe it was rather naughty of me to laugh at him,
for persuade him I did not, but if you had but seen him in the point I did,
and known how absurd you two poor disconsolate creatures looked, you would
not have been able to help it. And how was I to know that he would go into
the only dangerous place he could find, just by way of bravado? I could
have beaten myself when I saw that, but it is all safe, and no harm
done."
"There is your papa displeased with him."
"O, I will settle that; I will tell him it was half of it my
fault, and beg him to say nothing about it. And as for Fred--I should
like to make a charade of fool-hardy, with a personal application.
Did you ever act a charade, Henrietta?"
"Never; I scarcely know what it is."
"O charming, charming! What rare fun we will have! I wish I had
not told you of fool-hardy, for now we can't have that, but
this evening, O, this evening, I am no Queen Bee if you do not see what
will amaze you! Alex! Alex! Where is the boy? I must speak to you this
instant."
Pouncing upon Alexander, she drew him a little behind the others, and
was presently engaged in an eager low-voiced conference, apparently
persuading him to something much against his inclination, but Henrietta was
not sufficiently happy to bestow much curiosity on the subject. All her
thoughts were with Fred, and she had not long been in Church before all her
mother's fears seemed to have passed to her. Her mother had recovered
her serenity, and was able to trust her boy in the hands
of his Heavenly FATHER, while Henrietta, haunted by the remembrance of many a moral tale, was tormenting herself with the expectation of retribution, and dwelling on a fancied figure of her brother lifted senseless out of the water, with closed eyes and dripping hair.
"The other boys had been teasing him?"
"Dick had been laughing at him, saying his mamma would not let him
go on the ice, and that, you know, was past all bearing. And honestly, it
was my fault too; I laughed, not at that joke, of course, for it was only
worthy of Dick himself, but at poor Fred's own disconsolate
looks."
"Was not his case unpleasant enough, without your making it
worse?"
"Of course, papa, I ought to have been more considerate, but you
know how easily I am run away with by high spirits."
"And I know you have the power to restrain them, Beatrice. You
have no right to talk of being run away with, as if you were
helpless."
"I know it is very wrong; I often think I will check myself, but
there are many speeches which, when once they come to my lips, are
irresistible, or seem so. However, I will not try to justify myself; I know
I was to blame, only you must not
be angry with Fred, for it really did seem rather unreasonable to keep him there parading about with Henrietta and Jessie, when the ice was quite safe for everybody else."
"I am not angry with him, Bee; I cannot but be sorry that he gave
way to the temptation, but there was so much to excuse him, that I shall
not show any further displeasure. He is often in a very vexatious position
for a boy of his age. I can imagine nothing more galling than these
restraints."
"And cannot you--" said Beatrice, stopping short.
"Speak to your aunt? I will not make her miserable. Anything she
thinks right she will do, at whatever cost to herself, and for that very
reason I will not interfere. It is a great deal better for Fred that his
amusement should be sacrificed to her peace, than her peace to his
amusement."
"Yet surely this cannot go on for life," said Beatrice, as
if she was half afraid to hazard the remark.
"Never mind the future. She will grow more used to the other boys,
and gain more confidence in Fred. Things will right themselves, if we do
not set them wrong. And now, mark me. You are not a mere child, who can
plead the excuse of thoughtlessness for leading him into mischief; you know
the greatness of the sin of disobedience, and the fearful responsibility
incurred by conducing to it in others. Do not help to lead him astray for
the sake of--of vanity--of amusement."
Something in the manner in which he pronounced these words conveyed to
Beatrice a sense of the emptiness and worthlessness of her motives, and she
answered earnestly, "I was wrong, papa; I know it is a love of saying
clever things that often leads me wrong. It was so to-day, for I
could have stopped myself, but for the pleasure of making fun. It is vanity, and I will try to subdue it."
Beatrice had a sort of candid way of reasoning about her faults, and
would blame herself, and examine her motives in a manner which disarmed
reproof by forestalling it. She was perfectly sincere, yet it was
self-deception, for it was not as if it was herself whom she was
analyzing, but rather as if it was some character in a book; indeed, she
would have described herself almost exactly as she is here described,
except that her delineation would have been much more clever and more
exact. She would not have spared herself--for this reason, that her
own character was more a study to her than a reality, her faults rather
circumstances than sins; it was her mind, rather than her soul, that
reflected and made resolutions, or more correctly, what would have been
resolutions, if they had possessed any real earnestness, and not been done,
as it were, mechanically, because they became the occasion.
The conversation was concluded by the sound of the luncheon bell, and
she ran up to take off her bonnet, her thoughts taking the following
course: "I am very sorry; it is too bad to tease poor Fred,
cruel and wrong, and all that, only if he would
not look absurd! It is too droll to see how provoked he is, when I take the
least notice of Alex, and after all, I don't think he cares for me
half as much as Alex does, only it flatters his vanity. Those great boys
are really quite as vain as girls, not Alex though, good downright fellow,
who would do anything for me, and I have put him to a hard proof
to-night. What a capital thought those charades are! Fred will meet
the others on common, nay, on superior ground, and there will be none of
these foolish questions who can be most manly mad. Fred is really a fine
spirited fellow though,
and I thought papa could not find it in his heart to be angry with him. How capitally he will act, and how lovely Henrietta will look! I must make them take to the charades, it will be so very delightful, and keep Fred quite out of mischief, which will set Aunt Mary at ease. And how amused grandpapa will be! What shall it be to-night? What Alex can manage to act tolerably. Ce n'est que le premier pas qui conte, and the premier pas must be with our best foot foremost. I give myself credit for the thought; it will make all smooth."
These meditations occupied her during a hasty toilette and a still more
rapid descent, and were abruptly concluded by her alighting from her
swinging jump down the last four steps close to Fred himself, who was
standing by the hall fire with a gloomy expression of countenance, which
with inconsiderate good nature she hastened to remove. "Don't
look dismal, Freddy; I have told papa all about it, and he does
not mind it. Cheer up, you adventurous knight,
I have some glorious fun for you this evening."
Not mind it! The impression thus conveyed to one but too willing to
receive it, was that Uncle Geoffrey, that external conscience, thought him
excused from attending to unreasonable prohibitions. Away went all the
wholesome self-reproach which he had begun to feel, away went all
fear of Uncle Geoffrey's eye, all compunction in meeting his mother,
and he entered the dining-room in such lively spirits that his uncle
was vexed to see him so unconcerned, and his mother felt sure that her
entreaty had not been disregarded. She never heard to the contrary, for she
liked better to trust than to ask questions, and he, like far too many
boys, did not think concealment blameable where there was no actual
falsehood.
All the time they were at table, Queen Bee was in one of her states of
wild restlessness, and the instant she was at liberty she flew away, and
was seen no more that afternoon, except in certain flittings into different
apartments, where she appeared for a moment or two with some extraordinary
and mysterious request. First she popped upon grandpapa, and with the
expense of a little coaxing and teasing, obtained from him the loan of his
Deputy-Lieutenant's uniform; then she darted into the
drawing-room, on hearing Uncle Roger's voice, and conjured him
not to forget to give a little note to Alex, containing these words,
"Willy must wear his cap without a peak. Bring Roger's dirk,
and above all, beg, borrow, or steal, Uncle Roger's fishing
boots." Her next descent was upon Aunt Mary, in her own room:
"Aunt, would you do me a great favour, and ask no questions, nor tell
Henrietta? Do just lend me the three little marabout feathers which you had
in your cap yesterday evening. Only for this one evening, and I'll
take great care."
"I am sure, my dear, you are very welcome to them; I do not feel
like myself in such finery," said Mrs. Frederick Langford, smiling,
as Beatrice took possession of the elegant little white cap, which she had
the discretion to carry to Bennet, its lawful protector, to be reft of its
plumed honours. Bennet, an old friend of nursery days, was in the secret of
her plans for the evening; her head-quarters were in the
work-room, which had often served her as a playroom in days gone by,
and Judith, gratified by a visit from "Miss Bee," dived for her
sake into boxes and drawers, amid hoards where none but Judith would have
dared to rummage.
All this might ultimately be for Henrietta's entertainment, but at
present it did not much
conduce towards it, as she was left to her own resources in the drawing-room. She practised a little, worked a little, listened to a consultation between grandpapa and Uncle Roger, about the new pig-sty, wrote it down in her list when they went into the study to ask Uncle Geoffrey's advice, tried to talk over things in general with her mamma, but found it impossible with grandmamma continually coming in and out of the room, yawned, wondered what Busy Bee was about, felt deserted, gave up work, and had just found an entertaining book, when grandmamma came in, and invited her to visit the poultry yard. She readily accepted, but for want of Queen Bee to hurry her, kept her grandmamma waiting longer than she liked, and had more of a scolding than was agreeable. The chickens were all gone to roost by the time they arrived, the cock just peering down at them with his coral-bordered eye, and the ducks waddling stealthily in one by one, the feeding was over, the hen-wife gone, and Mrs. Langford vexed at being too late.
Henrietta was annoyed with herself and with the result of the day, but
she had some consolation, for as they were going towards the house, they
met Mr. Langford, who called out, "So you have been walking with
grandmamma! Well, if you are not tired, come and have a little turn with
grandpapa. I am going to speak to Daniels, the carpenter, and my
'merry Christmas' will be twice as welcome to his old father,
if I take you with me."
Henrietta might be a little tired, but such an invitation was not to be
refused, and she was at her grandpapa's side in an instant, thanking
him so much that he laughed and said the favour was to him. "I wish
we had Fred here too," said he, as they walked on, "the old man
will be very glad to see you."
"Was he one of mamma's many admirers in the
village?"
"All the village admired Miss Mary, but it was your father who was
old Daniels' chief friend. The boys used to have a great taste for
carpentry, especially your father, who was always at his elbow when he was
at work at the Hall. Poor old man, I thought he would never have held up
his head again when our great trouble came on us. He used to touch his hat,
and turn away without looking me in the face. And there you may see stuck
up over the chimney-piece in his cottage the new chisel that your
father gave him when he had broken his old one."
"Dear old man!" said Henrietta, warmly, "I am so very
glad that we have come here, where people really care for us, and are
interested in us, and not for our own sake. How delightful it is! I feel as
if we were come out of banishment."
"Well, it is all the better for you," said Mr. Langford;
"if we had had you here, depend upon it, we should have spoilt you.
We have so few granddaughters that we cannot help making too much of them.
There is that little Busy Bee--by the by, what is her plan this
evening, or are not you in her secret?"
"O no, I believe she is to surprise us all. I met her just before
I came out dragging a huge bag after her: I wanted to help her, but
she would not let me."
"She turns us all round her finger," said grandpapa.
"I never found the person who could resist Queen Bee, except
grandmamma. But I am glad you do not take after her, Henrietta, for one
such grandchild is enough, and it is better for woman-kind to have
leadable spirits than leading."
"O, grandpapa!"
"That is a dissentient O. What does it mean? Out with
it."
"Only that I was thinking about weakness; I beg your pardon,
grandpapa."
"Look here!" and Mr. Langford bent the slender cane in his
hand (he disdained a stronger walking-stick) to its full extent of
suppleness. "Is this weak?"
"No, it is strong in energy," said Henrietta, laughing, as
the elastic cane sprang back to its former shape.
"Yet to a certain point you can bend it as far as you please.
Well, that should be the way with you: be turned any way but the
wrong, and let your own determination be only to keep upright."
"But women are admired for influence."
"Influence is a good thing in its way, but only of a good sort
when it is unconscious. At any rate, when you set to work to influence
people, take care it is only with a view to their good, and not to your own
personal wishes, or influencing becomes a dangerous trade, especially for
young ladies towards their elders."
Grandpapa, who had only seen Henrietta carried about by Beatrice,
grandmamma, or Fred, and willing to oblige them all, had little idea how
applicable to her case was his general maxim, nor indeed did she at the
moment take it to herself, although it was one day to return upon her. It
brought them to the neat cottage of the carpenter, with the thatched
workshop behind, and the garden in front, which would have looked neat but
for the melancholy aspect of the frost-bitten cabbages.
This was Henrietta's first cottage visit, and she was all
eagerness and interest, picturing to herself a venerable old man, almost as
fine-looking as her grandfather, and as eloquent as old men in
cottages always are in books; but she found it rather a disappointing
meeting. It was a very nice trim-
looking daughter-in-law who opened the door, on Mr. Langford's knock, and the room was neatness itself, but the old carpenter was not at all what she had imagined. He was a little stooping old man, with a shaking head, and weak red eyes under a green shade, and did not seem to have anything to say beyond "Yes, sir," and "Thank you, sir," when Mr. Langford shouted into his deaf ears some of the "compliments of the season." Looking at the young lady, whom he evidently mistook for Beatrice, he hoped that Mr. and Mrs. Geoffrey were quite well. His face lighted up a little for a moment when Mr. Langford told him this was Mr. Frederick's daughter, but it was only for an instant, and in a somewhat querulous voice he asked if there was not a young gentleman too.
"O yes," said Mr. Langford, "he shall come and see you
some day."
"He would not care to see a poor old man," said Daniels,
turning a little away, while his daughter-in-law began to
apologise for him by saying, "He is more lost than usual
to-day, sir; I think it was getting tired going to church, yesterday
morning; he did not sleep well, and he has been so fretful all the morning,
a body did not know what to do with him."
Mr. Langford said a few more cheerful words to the poor old man, then
asked the daughter where her husband was, and, hearing that he was in the
workshop, refused offers of fetching him in, and went out to speak to him,
leaving Henrietta to sit by the fire and wait for him. A weary waiting time
she found it; shy as she was of poor people, as of a class with whom she
was utterly unacquainted, feeling bound to make herself agreeable, but
completely ignorant how to set about it, wishing to talk to the old man,
and fearing to neglect him, but finding conversation quite impossible
except
with Mrs. Daniels, and not very easy with her--she tried to recollect what storied young ladies did say to old men, but nothing she could think of would do, or was what she could find herself capable of saying. At last she remembered, in "Gertrude," the old nurse's complaint that Laura did not inquire after the rheumatism, and she hazarded her voice in expressing a hope that Mr. Daniels did not suffer from it. Clear as the sweet voice was, it was too tremulous (for she was really in a fright of embarrassment) to reach the old man's ear, and his daughter-in-law took it upon her to repeat the inquiry in a shrill sharp scream, that almost went through her ears; then while the old man was answering something in a muttering maundering way, she proceeded with a reply, and told a long story about his ways with the doctor, in her Sussex dialect, almost incomprehensible to Henrietta. The conversation dropped, until Mrs. Daniels began hoping that every one at the Hall was quite well, and as she inquired after them one by one, this took up a reasonable time; but then again followed a silence. Mrs. Daniels was not a native of Knight Sutton, or she would have had more to say about Henrietta's mother; but she had never seen her before, and had none of that interest in her that half the parish felt. Henrietta wished there had been a baby to notice, but she saw no trace in the room of the existence of children, and did not like to ask if there were any. She looked at the open hearth, and said it was very comfortable, and was told in return that it made a great draught, and smoked very much. Then she bethought herself of admiring an elaborately worked frame sampler, that hung against the wall; and the conversation this supplied lasted her till, to her great joy, grandpapa made his appearance again, and summoned her to return, as it was already growing very dark.
She thought he might have made something of an apology for the
disagreeableness of his friend; but, being used to it, and forgetting that
she was not, he did no such thing; and she was wondering that cottage
visiting could ever have been represented as so pleasant an occupation,
when he began on a far more interesting subject, asking about her
mother's health, and how she thought Knight Sutton agreed with her,
saying how very glad he was to have her there again, and how like his own
daughter she had always been. He went on to tell of his first sight of his
two daughters-in-law, when, little guessing that they would
be such, he went to fetch home the little Mary Vivian, who had come from
India under the care of General St. Leger. "There they were,"
said he; "I can almost see them now, as their black nurse led them
in; your aunt a brown little sturdy thing, ready to make acquaintance in a
moment, and your mamma such a fair, shrinking, fragile morsel of a child,
that I felt quite ashamed to take her among all my great scrambling
boys."
"Ah! mamma says her recollection is all in bits and scraps; she
recollects the ship, and she remembers sitting on your knee in a carriage;
but she cannot remember either the parting with Aunt Geoffrey or the coming
here."
"I do not remember about the parting with Aunt Geoffrey; they
managed that in the nursery, I believe, but I shall never forget the boys
receiving her,--Fred and Geoffrey, I mean,--for Roger was at
school. How they admired her like some strange curiosity, and played with
her like a little girl with a new doll. There was no fear that they would
be too rough with her, for they used to touch her as if she was made of
glass. And what a turn out of old playthings there was in her
service!"
"That was when she was six," said Henrietta, "and papa
must have been ten."
"Yes, thereabouts, and Geoffrey a year younger. How they did pet
her! and come down to all their old baby-plays again for her sake,
till I was almost afraid that cricket and hockey would be given up and
forgotten."
"And were they?"
"No, no, trust boys for that. Little Mary came to be looker on, if
she did not sometimes play herself. She was distressed damsel, and they
knight and giant, or dragon, or I cannot tell what, though many's the
time I have laughed over it. Whatever they pleased was she: never
lived creature more without will of her own."
"Never," responded Henrietta; but that for which Mr.
Langford might commend his little Mary at seven years old, did not appear
so appropriate a subject of observation in Mrs. Frederick Langford, and by
her own daughter.
"Eh!" said her grandfather. Then answering his mental
objection in another tone, "Ay, ay, no will for her own pleasure;
that depends more on you than on any one else."
"I would do anything on earth for her!" said Henrietta,
feeling it from the bottom of her heart.
"I am sure you would, my dear," said Mr. Langford,
"and she deserves it. There are few like her, and few that have gone
through so much. To think of her as she was when last she was here and to
look at her now! Well, it won't do to talk of it; but I thought when
I saw her face yesterday, that I could see, as well as believe, it was all
for the best for her, as I am sure it was for us."
He was interrupted just as they reached the gate by the voice of his
eldest son calling "Out late, sir," and looking round,
Henrietta saw what looked in the darkness like a long procession, Uncle and
Aunt Roger, and their niece, and all the boys,
as far down as William, coming to the Hall for the regular Christmas dinner-party.
Joining company, Henrietta walked with Jessie and answered her inquiries
whether she had got wet or cold in the morning; but it was in an absent
manner, for she was all the time dwelling on what her grandfather had been
saying. She was calling up in imagination the bright scenes of her
mother's youth; those delightful games of which she had often heard,
and which she could place in their appropriate setting now that she knew
the scenes. She ran up to her room, where she found only Bennet, her mother
having dressed and gone down; and sitting down before the fire, and
resigning her curls to her maid, she let herself dwell on the ideas the
conversation had called up, turning from the bright to the darker side. She
pictured to herself the church, the open grave, her uncles and her
grandfather round it, the villagers taking part in their grief, the old
carpenter's averted head--she thought what must have been the
agony of the moment, of laying in his untimely grave one so fondly loved,
on whom the world was just opening so brightly,--and the young
wife--the infant children--how fearful it must have been!
"It was almost a cruel dispensation," thought Henrietta.
"O, how happy and bright we might have been! What would it not have
been to hold by his hand, to have his kiss, to look for his smile! And
mamma, to have had her in all her joyousness and blitheness, with no ill
health, and no cares! O, why was it not so? And yet grandpapa said it was
for the best! And in what a manner he did say it, as if he really felt and
saw, and knew the advantage of it! To dear papa himself I know it was for
the best, but for us, mamma, grandpapa--no, I never shall understand
it. They were good before; why did they need punishment?
Is this what is called saying 'Thy will be done?' Then I shall never be able to say it, and yet I ought!"
"Your head a little higher, if you please, Miss Henrietta,"
said Bennet; "it is that makes me so long dressing you, and your
mamma has been telling me that I must get you ready faster."
Henrietta slightly raised her head for the moment, but soon let it sink
again in her musings, and when Bennet reminded her, replied, "I
can't, Bennet, it breaks my neck." Her will was not with her
mother's, in a trifling matter of which the reasonableness could not
but approve itself to her. How, then, was it likely to be bent to that of
her Heavenly Parent, in what is above reason?
The toilet was at length completed, and in time for her to be handed in
to dinner by Alexander, an honour which she owed to Beatrice having already
been secured by Frederick, who was resolved not to be again abandoned to
Jessie. Alex did not favour her with much conversation, partly because he
was thinking with perturbation of the task set him for the evening, and
partly because he was trying to hear what Queen Bee was saying to Fred, in
the midst of the clatter of knives and forks, and the loud voice of Mr.
Roger Langford, which was enough to drown most other sounds. Some inquiries
had been made about Mrs. Geoffrey Langford and her aunt, Lady Susan St.
Leger, which had led Beatrice into a great lamentation for her
mother's absence, and from thence into a description of what Lady
Susan exacted from her friends. "Aunt Susan is a regular
fidget," said she; "not such a fidget as some people,"
with an indication of Mrs. Langford. "Some people are determined to
make others comfortable in a way of their own, and that is a fidget to be
regarded with
considerable respect; but Aunt Susan's fidgeting takes the turn of sacrificing the comfort of every one else to her own and her little dog's."
"But that is very hard on Aunt Geoffrey," said Fred.
"Frightfully. Any one who was less selfish would have insisted on
mamma's coming here, instead of which Aunt Susan only complains of
her sister and brother, and everybody else, for going out of London, when
she may be taken suddenly ill at any time. She is in such a nervous state
that Mr. Peyton cannot tell what might be the consequence," said
Beatrice, in an imitative tone, which made Fred laugh.
"I am sure I should leave her to take care of herself," said
he.
"So do the whole family except ourselves; they are all worn out by
her querulousness, and are not particularly given to patience or
unselfishness either. But mamma is really fond of her, because she was kind
to her when she came home from India, and she manages to keep her quiet
better than anyone else can. She can very seldom resist mamma's
cheerful voice, which drives off half her nerves at once. You cannot think
how funny it is to see how Aunt Amelia always seems to stroke the cat the
wrong way, and mamma to smooth her down the right."
A lull in the conversation left these last words audible, and Mr.
Langford said, "What is that about stroking the cat,
Queenie?"
"O you are telling it all--O don't, Bee!" cried
Willy.
And with certain jokes about cats and bags, which seemed excessively to
discomfit Willy, who protested the cat was not in the bag at all--it
was the partridges--the conversation drifted away again from the
younger party.
As soon as dinner was over, Beatrice again disappeared, after begging
her grandmamma to allow the great Indian screen to remain as it at present
stood, spread out so as to cut off one end of the room, where there was a
door opening into the study. Behind this screen frequent rustlings were
heard, with now and then a burst of laughing or whispering, and a sound of
moving furniture, which so excited Mrs. Langford, that, starting up, she
exclaimed that she must go and see what they were doing.
"We are taking great care, grandmamma," called Alexander.
"We won't hurt it."
This, by showing so far that there was something to be hurt, was so far
from reassuring her, that she would certainly have set out on a voyage of
discovery, but for Mr. Langford, who professed himself convinced that all
was right, and said he would not have the Busy Bee disturbed.
She came in to tea, bringing Alex and Willy with her--the latter,
in a marvellous state of mystery and excitement, longing to tell all
himself, and yet in great terror lest the others should tell.
As soon as the tea was despatched, the three actors departed, and
presently there was a call from behind the screen, "Are you ready,
good people?"
"Go it," answered Carey.
"Are the elders ready?" said Beatrice's voice.
"Papa, don't go on talking to Uncle Geoffrey!" cried
Willy.
"Ay, ay, all attention," said grandpapa. "Now for
it!"
The screen was folded back, and discovered Alex in a pasteboard crown,
ermine tippet, and purple mantle, sitting enthroned with Beatrice (a tiara
and feathers on her head) at his side, and kneeling before them a
nondescript article, consisting chiefly of a fur cloak, a fur cap, adorned
with a pair of
grey squirrel cuffs, sewn ingeniously into the form of ears, a boa by way of tail, and an immense pair of boots. As Uncle Geoffrey said, the cat was certainly out of the bag, and it proceeded in due form to take two real partridges from the bag, and present them tot he king and princess in the name of the Marquis Carabbas.
The king and princess made some consultation as to who the marquis might
be, the princess proposing to send for the Peerage, and the king
cross-examining puss in an incredulous way which greatly puzzled
him, until at last he bethought himself of exclaiming, in a fierce manner,
"I've told you the truth, Mr. King, and if you won't
believe me, I can't help it!" and walked off on his hind legs
in as dignified and resentful a manner as his boots would let him;
repairing to the drawing-room to have his accoutrements admired,
while the screen was again spread in preparation for Scene II.
Scene II. presented but a half-length, a shawl being hung in
front, so as to conceal certain incongruities. A great arm-chair was
wheeled close to the table, on which stood an aged black jack out of the
hall, a quart measure, and a silver tankard; while in the chair, a cushion
on his head, and a great carving-knife held like a sceptre in his
hand, reclined Alex, his bulk enlarged by at least two pillows, over which
an old, long-breasted white satin waistcoat, embroidered with
silver, had with some difficulty been brought to meet. Before him stood a
little figure in a cloth cap, set jauntily on one side, decorated with a
fox's brush, and with Mrs. Frederick Langford's three feathers,
and a coat bearing marvellous resemblance to Beatrice's own black
velvet spencer, crossed over one shoulder by a broad blue ribbon, which
Henrietta knew full well. "Do thou stand for my father," began
this droll
little shape, "and examine me in the particulars of my life."
It was not badly caried out; Prince Henry, when he did not giggle, acted
beautifully; and Falstaff really did very well, though his eyes were often
directed downwards, and the curious, by standing on tiptoe, obtained not
only a view of Prince Hal's pink petticoat, but of a great
Shakespeare laid open on the floor; and a very low bow on the part of the
heir apparent, when about to change places with his fat friend, was
strongly suspected of being for the purpose of turning over a leaf. It was
with great spirit that the parting appeal was given, "Banish fat
Jack, and banish all the world!" And ther was great applause when fat
Jack and Prince Hal jumped up and drew the screen forward again; though
Uncle Geoffrey and Aunt Mary were cruel enough to utter certain historical
and antiquarian doubts as to whether the Prince of Wales was likely to wear
the three feathers and ribbon of the garter in his haunts at Eastcheap.
In the concluding scene the deputy lieutenant's uniform made a
great figure, with the addition of the long-breasted waistcoat, a
white scarf, and the white cockade, adorning Alex, who, with a
boot-jack under his arm, looked as tall and as rigid as he possibly
could, with a very low bow, which was gracefully returned by a royal
personage in a Scottish bonnet, also bearing the white cockade, a tartan
scarf, and the blue ribbon. Altogether, Prince Charles Edward and the Baron
of Bradwardine stood confessed; the character was solemnly read, and the
shoe pulled off, or supposed to be, as the lower screen still remained to
cut off the view; and then the Baron indulged in a lengthy yawn and
stretch, while Prince Charlie, skipping into the midst of the audience,
danced round Mr. Langford, asking if he had guessed it.
But what should the word be? Every one had predilections of their
own--some for comedy, others for tragedy; some for extemporary acting,
others for Shakespeare. Beatrice, with her eye for drawing, already grouped
her dramatis personæ, so
as to display Henrietta's picturesque face and figure to the greatest
advantage, and had designs of making her and Fred represent Catherine and
Henry Seyton, whom, as she said, she had always believed
to be exactly like them. Fred was inclined for "another touch at Prince Hal," and devised numerous ways of acting Anonymous, for the sake of "Anon, anon, sir." Henrietta wanted to contrive something in which Queen Bee might appear as an actual fairy bee, and had very pretty visions of making her a beneficent spirit in a little fanciful opera, for which she had written three or four verses, when Fred put an end to it be pronouncing it "nonsense and humbug."
So passed Tuesday, without coming to any decision, and Henrietta was
beginning to fear that they would never fix at all, when on Wednesday
morning Beatrice came down in an ecstasy with the news, that by some chance
a wig of her papa's was in the house, and a charade they must and
would have which would bring in the wig. "Come and see it,"
said she, drawing her two cousins into the study after breakfast: the
study being the safest place for holding counsel on these secret subjects.
"There now, is it not charming? O, a law charade we must have, that
is certain!"
Fred and Henrietta, who had never chanced to see a barrister's wig
before, were greatly diverted with its little tails, and tried it on in
turn. While Henrietta was in the midst of her laugh at the sight of her own
fair ringlets hanging out below the tight grey rolls, the door suddenly
opened, and gave entrance to its owner, fiercely exclaiming, "What!
nothing safe from you, you impertinent kittens?"
"O, Uncle Geoffrey, I beg your pardon!" cried Henrietta,
blushing crimson.
"Don't take it off till I have looked at you," said
Uncle Geoffrey. "Why, you would make a capital Portia!"
"Yes, yes!" cried Queen Bee, "that is it: Portia
she shall be, and I'll be Nerissa."
"Oh, no, Queenie, I could never be Portia!" said
Henrietta: "I am sure I can't."
"But I have set my heart on being the 'little scrubby
lawyer's clerk,'" said Busy Bee; "it is what I am
just fit for; and let me see--Fred shall be Antonio, and that will
make you plead from your very heart, and you shall have Alex for your
Bassanio."
"But the word. Do you mean to make it fit in with Falstaff and
Catherine Seyton?" said Henrietta.
"Let me see," said Beatrice; "bond--bondage,
jew--jeweller, juniper,--"
"Lawsuit," said Fred. "Ay, don't you see, all
the scenes would come out of the 'Merchant of Venice.' There is
'law' when the old Jew is crying out for his ducats,
and--but halloo!" and Fred stood aghast at the sight of his
uncle, whose presence they had all forgotten in their eagerness.
"Traitor!" said Beatrice; "but never mind, I believe
we must have let him into the plot, for nobody else can be
Shylock."
"O, Bee," whispered Henrietta, reproachfully,
"don't tease him with our nonsense. Think of asking him to
study Shylock's part, when he has all that pile of papers on the
table."
"Jessica, my girl,
Look to my house. I am right
loth to go;
There is some ill a-brewing to my rest,
For
I did dream of money-bags to-night."
Such was Uncle Geoffrey's reply; his face and tone so suddenly
altered to the snarl of the old Jew, that his young companions at first
started, and then clapped their hands in delighted admiration.
"Do you really know it all?" asked Henrietta, in a sort of
respectful awe.
"It won't cost me much trouble to get it up," said Mr.
Geoffrey Langford; "Shylock's growls stick in one's
memory better than finer speeches."
"Then will you really be so very kind?"
"Provided you will leave the prompter of Monday night on the table
this morning," said Uncle Geoffrey, smiling in that manner which, to
a certain degree, removed any feeling of obligation, by making it seem as
if it was entirely for his own diversion. Nor could it be denied that he
did actually enjoy it.
The party took up their quarters in the study, which really was the only
place fit for consultations and rehearsals, since Fred and Alex could not
be taken to the maids' workroom, and none of the downstairs
apartments could be made subject to the confusion incidental to their
preparations. Henrietta had many scruples at first about disturbing Uncle
Geoffrey, but his daughter laughed at them all; and they were soon at an
end when she perceived that he minded their chattering, spouting, and
laughing, no more than if they had been so many little sparrows twittering
on the eaves, but pursued the even tenour of his writing uninterruptedly,
even while she fitted on his head a yellow pointed cap, which her ingenious
fingers had compounded of the lining of certain ugly old curtains.
His presence in this silent state served, too, as a protection in Mrs.
Langford's periodical visitations to stir the fire; but for him, she
would assuredly have found fault, and probably Beatrice would have come to
a collision with her, which would have put an end to the whole scheme.
It formed a considerable addition to Henrietta's list of his
avocations, and really by making the utmost of everything he did for other
people during that whole week, she made the number reach even to
seventy-nine by the next Thursday morn-
ing. The most noted of these employments were the looking over a new Act of Parliament with the county member, the curing grandmamma's old gander of a mysterious lameness, the managing of an emigration of a whole family to New Zealand, the guessing a riddle supposed "to have no answer," and the mending of some extraordinary spring that was broken in Uncle Roger's new drill. Beatrice was charmed with the list; Aunt Mary said it was delightful to be so precious to every one; and grandpapa, shaking his head at his son, said he was ashamed to find that his family contained such a Jack of all trades; to which Uncle Geoffrey replied, that it was too true that "all work and no play make Jack a very dull boy."
The breaking up of the frost, with a succession of sleet, snow and rain,
was much in favour of Beatrice and her plans, by taking away all temptation
from the boys to engage in out-of-door amusements; and
Antonio and Bassanio studied their parts so diligently, that Carey was
heard to observe that it might just as well be half year. They had besides
their own proper parts, to undertake those of the Princes
of Arragon and Morocco, since Queen Bee, willing
to have as much of Nerissa as possible, had determined to put their choice,
and that of Bassanio, all into the one scene belonging to
"suit." It was one of those occasions on which she showed
little consideration, for she thus gave Portia an immense quantity to learn
in only two days; persuading herself all the time that it was no such hard
task, since the beautiful speech about mercy Henrietta already knew by
heart, and she made no difficulties about the rest. Indeed, Beatrice
thought herself excessively amiable in doing all she could to show off her
cousin's beauty and acting, whilst taking a subordinate part herself;
forgetting that humility is not shown in choosing
a part, but in taking willingly that which is assigned us.
Henrietta was rather appalled at the quantity she had to learn, as well
as at the prominent part she was to take; but she did not like to spoil the
pleasure of the rest with objections, and applied herself in good earnest
to her study. She walked about with a little Shakespeare in her hand; she
learnt while she was dressing, working, waiting; sat up late, resisting
many a summons from her mother to come to bed, and long before daylight,
was up and learning again.
The great evening had come, and the audience were thus arranged:
grandmamma took up her carpet-work, expressing many hopes to Aunt
Roger that it would be over now and out of the children's heads, for
they turned the house upside down, and for her part, she thought it very
like play-acting. Aunt Roger, returning the sentiment with interest,
took out one of the little brown holland frocks, which she seemed to be
always making. Uncle Roger composed himself to sleep in the
arm-chair for want of his brother to talk to; grandpapa moved a sofa
to the front for Aunt Mary, and sat down by her, declaring that they would
see something very pretty, and hoping it would not be too hard a nut for
his old wits to crack; Jessie, and such of the boys as could not be
persuaded to be magnificos, found themselves a convenient station, and the
scene opened.
It was a very short one, but it made every one laugh greatly, thanks to
Shylock's excellent acting, and the chorus of boys, who greatly
enjoyed chasing him across the stage, crying, "The law, his ducats,
and his daughter!"
Then, after a short interval, appeared Portia, a silver arrow in her
hair, almost lovely enough for the real Portia; though the alarmed
expression in
her glowing face was little accordant with the calm dignified self-possession of the noble Venetian heiress. Nerissa, a handkerchief folded squarely over her head, short petticoats, scarlet lambswool worked into her stockings, and a black apron trimmed with bright ribbon, made a complete little Italian waiting-maid; her quick, pert reply to her lady's first faltering speech, seemed wonderfully to restore Portia to herself, and they got on well and with spirit through the description of the suitors, and the choice of the two first caskets. Portia looked excessively dignified, and Nerissa's by-play was capital. Whether it was owing to Bassanio's awkwardness or her own shyness, she did not prosper quite so well when the leaden casket was chosen; Bassanio seemed more afraid of her than rejoiced, and looked much more at Nerissa than at her, whilst she moved as slowly, and spoke in as cold and measured a way, as if it had been the Prince of Morocco who had unfortunately hit upon the right casket.
In the grand concluding scene she was, however, all that could be
wished. She really made a very pretty picture in the dark robes, the
glowing carnation of her cheek contrasting with the grey wig, beneath which
a few bright ringlets still peeped out; one little white hand raised, and
the other holding the parchment, and her eyes fixed on the Jew, as if she
either imagined herself Portia, or saw her brother in Antonio's case,
for they glistened with tears, and her voice had a tremulous pleading tone,
which fairly made her grandfather and mother both cry heartily.
"Take, then, thy bond; take thou thy pound of
flesh!"
The Duke (little Willy) was in an agony, and was forcibly withheld by
Bassanio from crying
"No, he shan't!" Nerissa was so absorbed as even to have forgotten herself; Shylock could hardly keep his countenance up to the necessary expression of malice and obduracy; even Johnny and Dick were hanging with breathless attention on the "but," when suddenly there was a general start throughout the party; the door opened; Atkins, with a voice and face full of delight, announced "Master Roger," and there entered a young man, in a pea jacket and worsted comforter.
Such confusion, such rapture as ensued! The tumultuous welcomes and
handshakings before the sailor had time to distinguish one from another,
the actors assuming their own characters, grandmamma and Mrs. Roger
Langford asking dozens of questions in a breath, and Mr. Roger Langford
fast asleep in his great arm-chair, till roused by Dick tugging at
his arm, and Willy hammering on his knee, he slowly arose, saying,
"What, Roger, my boy, is it you? I thought it was all their
acting!"
"Ah! Miss Jessie," exclaimed Roger; "that is
right: I have not seen such a crop of shining curls since I have been
gone. So you have not lost your pink cheeks with pining for me. How are
they all at home?"
"Here, Roger, your Aunt Mary," said his mother; and
instantly there was a subduing of the young sailor's boisterous
mirth, as he turned to answer her gentle welcome. The laugh arose the next
moment at the appearance of the still half-disguised actors:
Alex without Bassanio's short black cloak and slouched hat and
feather, but still retaining his burnt cork eyebrows and moustache, and
wondering that Roger did not know him; Uncle Geoffrey still in
Shylock's yellow cap, and Fred somewhat grim with the Prince of
Morocco's complexion.
"How d'ye do, Phil?" said Roger, returning his
cousinly shake of the hand with interest. "What! are not you Philip
Carey?"
"O, Roger, Roger!" cried a small figure, in whom the Italian
maiden predominated.
"What, Aunt Geoffrey masquerading too? How d'ye do,
aunt?"
"Well done, Roger! That's right! Go on!" cried his
father, laughing heartily.
"Is it not my aunt? No? Is it the little Bee, then? Why you are
grown as like her! But where is Aunt Geoffrey then? Not here? That is a
bore. I thought you would have all been in port here at Christmas. And is
not this Philip? Come tell me, some of you, instead of laughing there. Are
you Fred Langford, then?"
"Right this time," said Fred, "so now you must shake
hands with me in my own name."
"Very glad to do so, and see you here at last," said Roger,
cordially. "And now tell me, what is all this about? One would think
you were crossing the Line?"
"You shall hear what it is all about, and see too," said Mr.
Langford. "We must have that wicked old Jew disappointed, must not
we, Willy? But where is my little Portia? What is become of her?"
"Fled, I suspect," said her mother, "gone to turn into
herself before her introduction."
"O, Roger, it was so jolly," Carey was now heard to say
above the confusion of voices. "Uncle Geoffrey was an old Jew, going
to cut a pound of flesh out of Fred, and Henrietta was making a speech in a
lawyer's wig, and had just found such a dodge!"
"Ha! like the masks in the carnival at Rio! Ferrars and I went
ashore there, and--"
"Have you been at Sutton Leigh, Roger?"
"Have you dined?" "Cold turkey--excellent Christmas pie, only too much pepper--a cup of tea--no, but we will have the beef in--"
Further conversation was suspended by these propositions, with the
answers and thanks resulting therefrom, but in the midst grandpapa
exclaimed, "Ah! here she is! Here is the counsellor! Here is a new
cousin for you, Roger; here is the advocate for you when you have a tough
law-suit! Lucky for you, Master Geoffrey, that she is not a man, or
your nose would soon be put out of joint. You little rogue! How dared you
make your mother and grandfather cry their hearts out?"
"I was very glad to see you as bad as myself, sir," said
Mrs. Frederick Langford. "I was very much ashamed of being so
foolish, but then, you know, I could hardly ever read through that scene
without crying."
"Ah! you are a prudent mamma, and will not let her be conceited.
But to see Geoffrey, with his lips quivering, and yet frowning and looking
savage with all his might and main! Well, you are a capital set of actors,
all of you, and we must see the end of it."
This was the great desire of Beatrice, and she was annoyed with
Henrietta for having thrown aside her borrowed garments, but the Fates
decreed otherwise. The Christmas pie came in, grandpapa proceeded to carve
it, and soon lost the remembrance of the charade in talking to his eldest
grandson about his travels. A sailor just returned from four years on the
South American coast, who had doubled Cape Horn, shot condors on the Andes,
caught goats at Juan Fernandez, fished for sharks in the Atlantic, and
heard parrots chatter in the Brazilian woods, could not fail to be very
entertaining, even though he cared not for the
Incas of Peru, and could tell little about the beauties of an iceberg; and accordingly everyone was greatly entertained, except the Queen Bee, who sat in a corner of the sofa, playing with her watch-chain, wondering how long Roger would go on eating pie, looking at the time-piece, and strangling the yawns induced by her inability to attract the notice of either of her squires, whose eyes and ears were all for the new comer. She was not even missed; if she had been, it would have been some consolation; but on they went, listening and laughing, as if the course of the Euphrosyne, her quick sailing, and the adventures of her crew, were the only subjects of interest in the world. He was only at home for a week, but so much the worse, that would be till the end of Beatrice's own visit, and she supposed it would be nothing but Euphrosyne the whole time.
There was at last a change: Roger had half a hundred questions to
ask about his cousins and all the neighbours.
"And has Philip Carey set up for himself at Allonfield? Does he
get any practice? I have a great mind to be ill; it would be such a joke to
be doctored by Master Philip!"
"Ah! to think of your taking Mr. Frederick for poor Philip,"
said Jessie. "I assure you," nodding to Fred, "I take it
as a great compliment, and so will Philip."
"And is Fanny Evans as pretty as ever?"
"Oh! grown quite fat and coarse," said Jessie; "but
you may judge for yourself on Monday. Dear Mrs. Langford is so kind as to
give us a regular Christmas party, and all the Evanses and Dittons are
coming. And we are to dance in the dining-room, the best place for
it in the county; the floor is so much better laid down than in the
Allonfield assembly-room."
"No such good place for dancing as the deck of a frigate,"
said Roger. "This time last year we had a ball on board the
Euphrosyne at Rio. I took the prettiest girl there in to
supper--don't be jealous, Jessie, she had not such cheeks as
yours. She was better off there than in the next ball where I met her, in
the town. She fancied she had got rather a thick sandwich at supper:
she peeped in, and what do you think she found? A great monster of a
cockroach, twice as big as any you ever saw."
"O, you horrid creature!" cried Jessie, "I am sure it
was your doing. I am sure it was your doing. I am sure you will give me a
scorpion, or some dreadful creature! I won't let you take me in to
supper on Monday, I declare."
"Perhaps I won't have you. I mean to have Cousin Henrietta
for my partner, if she will have me."
"Thank you, Cousin Roger," faltered Henrietta, blushing
crimson, with the doubt whether she was saying the right thing, and fearing
Jessie might be vexed. Her confusion was increased the next moment, as
Roger, looking at her more fully than he had done before, went on,
"Much honoured, cousin. Now, all of you wish me joy. I am safe to
have the prettiest girl in the room for my partner. But how slow of them
all not to have engaged her before. Eh! Alex, what have you to say for
yourself?"
"I hope for Queen Bee," said Alex.
"And Jessie must dance with me, because I don't know
how," said Carey.
"My dears, this will never do!" interposed grandmamma.
"You can't all dance with each other, or what is to become of
the company? I never heard of such a thing. Let me see: Queen Bee
must open the ball with little Henry Hargrave, and Roger must dance with
Miss Benson."
"No, no," cried Roger, "I won't give up my
partner, ma'am; I am a privileged person, just come home. Knight Sutton has not had too much of Henrietta or me, so you must let us be company. Come, Cousin Henrietta, stick fast to your engagement; you can't break the first promise you ever made me. Here," proceeded he, jumping up, and holding out his hand, "let us begin this minute; I'll show you how we waltz with the Brazilian ladies."
"Thank you, Cousin Roger, I cannot waltz," said
Henrietta.
"That's a pity. Come, Jessie, then."
If the practice of waltzing was not to be admired, there was something
which was very nice in the perfect good humour with which Jessie answered
her cousin's summons, without the slightest sign of annoyance at his
evident preference of Henrietta's newer face.
"If I can't waltz, I can play for you," said
Henrietta, willing not to seem disobliging; and going to the piano, she
played whilst Roger and Jessie whirled merrily round the room, every now
and then receiving shocks against the furniture and minding them not the
least in the world, till at last, perfectly out of breath, they dropped
laughing upon the sofa.
The observations upon the wild spirits of sailors ashore then sank into
silence; Mrs. Roger Langford reproved her son for making such a racket, as
was enough to kill his Aunt Mary; with a face of real concern he apologised
from the bottom of his heart, and Aunt Mary in return assured him that she
enjoyed the sight of his merriment.
Grandmamma announced in her most decided tone that she would have no
waltzes and no polkas at her party. Roger assured her that there was no
possibility of giving a dance without them, and Jessie seconded him as much
as she ventured; but
Mrs. Langford was unpersuadable, declaring that she would have no such things in her house. Young people in her days were contented to dance country dances; if they wanted anything newer, they might have quadrilles, but as to these new romps, she would not hear of them.
And here, for once in her life, Beatrice was perfectly agreed with her
grandmamma, and she came to life again, and sat forward to join in the
universal condemnation of waltzes and polkas that was going on round the
table.
With this drop of consolation to her, the party broke up, and Jessie, as
she walked home to Sutton Leigh, found great solace in determining within
herself that at any rate waltzing was not half so bad as dressing up and
play-acting, which she was sure her mamma would never approve.
Beatrice came to her aunt's room, when they went upstairs, and
petitioned for a little talk, and Mrs. Frederick Langford, with kind pity
for her present motherless condition, accepted her visit, and even allowed
her to outstay Bennet, during whose operations the discussion of the
charade, and the history of the preparations and contrivances gave subject
to a very animated conversation.
Then came matters of more interest. What Beatrice seemed above all to
wish for, was to relieve herself by the expression of her intense dislike
to the ball, and all the company, very nearly without exception, and there
were few elders to whom a young damsel could talk so much without restraint
as to Aunt Mary.
The waltzing, too, how glad she was that grandmamma had forbidden it,
and here Henrietta chimed in. She had never seen waltzing before; had only
heard of it as people in their quiet homes hear and think of the doings of
the fashionable world, and in her simplicity was perfectly shocked and
amazed at
Jessie, a sort of relation, practising it and pleading for it.
"My dear!" said Beatrice, laughing, "I do not know
what you would do if you were me, when there is Matilda St.
Leger polka-ing away half the days of
her life."
"Yes, but Lady Matilda is a regular fashionable young
lady."
"Ay, and so is Jessie at heart. It is the elegance, and the air,
and the society that are wanting, not the will. It is the circumstances
that make the difference, not the temper."
"Quite true, Busy Bee," said her aunt, "temper may be
the same in very different circumstances."
"But it is very curious, mamma," said Henrietta, "how
people can be particular in one point, and not in another. Now, Bee, I beg
your pardon, only I know you don't mind it, Jessie did not approve of
your skating."
"Yes," said Beatrice, "every one has scruples of his
own, and laughs at those of other people."
"Which I think ought to teach Busy Bees to be rather less
stinging," said Aunt Mary.
"But then, mamma," said Henrietta, "we must hold to
the right scruples, and what are they? I do not suppose that in reality
Jessie is less--less desirous of avoiding all that verges towards a
want of propriety then we are, yet she waltzes. Now we were brought up to
dislike such things."
"O, it is just according to what you are brought up to,"
said Beatrice. "A Turkish lady despises us for showing our
faces: it is just as you think it."
"No, that will not do," said Henrietta. "Something
must be actually wrong. Mamma, do say what you think."
"I think, my dear, that woman has been mercifully endowed with an
instinct which discerns unconsciously what is becoming or not, and
what-
ever at the first moment jars on that sense is unbecoming in her own individual case. The fineness of the perception may be destroyed by education, or wilful dulling, and often on one point it may be silent, though alive and active on others."
"Yes," said Henrietta, as if satisfied.
"And above all," said her mother, "it, like other
gifts, grows dangerous, it may become affectation."
"Pruding," said Beatrice, "showing openly that you
like it to be observed how prudent and proper you are."
"Whereas true delicacy would shrink from showing that it is
conscious of anything wrong," said Henrietta. "Wrong I do not
exactly mean, but something on the borders of it."
"Yes," said Aunt Mary, "and above all, do not let this
delicacy show itself in the carping at other people, which only exalts our
own opinion of ourselves, and very soon turns into 'judging our
neighbour.'"
"But there is false delicacy, aunt."
"Yes, but it would be false kindness to enter on a fresh
discussion to-night, when you ought to be fast asleep."
This, however, she might have endured, had the sailor himself been
amenable to her power, for his glories would then have become hers, and
have afforded her further opportunities of coquetting with Fred. But
between Roger and her there was little in common: he was not, and
never had been, accessible to her influence; he regarded her, indeed, with
all the open-hearted affection of cousinly intercourse, but for the
rest, thought her much too clever for him, and far less attractive than
either Henrietta or Jessie.
If she would, Henrietta might have secured his devotion, for he was
struck with her beauty, and considered it a matter of credit to himself to
engross the prettiest person present. Had Beatrice
been in her place, it may be doubted how far love of power, and the pleasure of teasing, might have carried her out of her natural character in the style that suited him; but Henrietta was too simple, and her mind too full of her own affairs even to perceive that he distinguished her. She liked him, but she showed none of the little airs which would have seemed to appropriate him. She was ready to be talked to, but only as she gave the attention due to any one, nay, showing, because she felt, less eagerness than if it had been grandpapa, Queen Bee, or Fred, a talk with the last of whom was a pleasure now longed for, but never enjoyed. To his stories of adventures, or accounts of manners, she lent a willing and a delighted ear; but all common-place jokes tending to flirtation fell flat; she either did not catch them, or did not catch at them. She might blush and look confused, but it was uncomfortable, and not gratified embarrassment, and if she found an answer, it was one either to change the subject, or honestly manifest that she was not pleased.
She did not mortify Roger, who liked her all the time; and if he thought
at all, only considered her as shy or grave, and still continued to admire
her, and seek her out, whenever his former favourite, Jessie, was not in
the way to rattle with in his usual style. Jessie was full of enjoyment,
Henrietta was glad to be left to her own devices, her mamma was still more
rejoiced to see her act so properly without self-consciousness or
the necessity of interference, and the Queen Bee ought to have been duly
grateful to the one faithful vassal who was proof against all allurements
from her side and service.
She ought, but the melancholy fact is that the devotion of womankind is
usually taken as a matter of course. Beatrice would have despised and been
very angry with Henrietta had she deserted to Roger, but she did not feel in the least grateful for her adherence, and would have been much more proud of retaining either of the boys. There was one point on which their attention could still be commanded, namely, the charades; for though the world may be of opinion that they had had quite a sufficiency of amusement, they were but the more stimulated by their success on Thursday, and the sudden termination in the very height of their triumph.
They would, perhaps, have favoured the public with a repetition of
Shylock's trial the next evening, but that, to the great
consternation, and, perhaps, indignation of Beatrice, when she came down to
breakfast in the morning, she found their tiring-room, the study,
completely cleared of all their various goods and chattels, Portia's
wig in its box, the three caskets gone back to the dressing-room,
the duke's throne safe in its place in the hall, and even
Shylock's yellow cap picked to pieces, and rolled up in the general
hoard of things which were to come of use in seven years' time.
Judith, who was putting the finishing touches to the re-arrangement
by shaking up the cushions of the great chair, and restoring the inkstand
to its place in the middle of the table, gave in answer to her exclamations
the information that "Missus had been up since seven o'clock,
helping to put away the things herself, for she said she could not bear to
have Mr. Geoffrey's room not fit for anybody to sit in." This
might certainly be considered as a tolerably broad hint that they had
better discontinue their representations, but they were arrived at that
state of eagerness which may be best illustrated by the proverb referring
to a blind horse. Every one, inclined to that same impetuosity, and want of
soberness, can remember the dismay with which
hosts of such disregarded checks will recur to the mind when too late, and the poor satisfaction of the self-justification which truly answers that their object was not even comprehended. Henrietta, accustomed but little to heed such indications of dissent from her will, did not once think of her grandmamma's dislike, and Beatrice with her eyes fully open to it, wilfully despised it as a fidgety fancy.
Henrietta had devised a series of scenes for the word assassin, and
greatly delighted the imagination of her partners by a proposal to make a
pair of asses' ears of cotton velvet for the adornment of Bottom the
weaver. Fred fell back in his chair in fits of laughing at the device, and
Queen Bee capered and danced about the room, declaring her worthy to be her
own "primest of viziers."
"And," said Beatrice, "what an exquisite interlude it
will make to relieve the various plagues of Monday evening."
"Why you don't mean to act then!" exclaimed
Henrietta.
"Why not? You don't know what a relief it will be. It will
be an excuse for getting away from all the stupidity."
"To be sure it will," cried Fred. "A bright thought,
Mrs. Bee. We shall have it all to ourselves in the study in
comfort."
"But would grandmamma ever let us do it?" said
Henrietta.
"I will manage," said Beatrice. "I will make grandpapa
agree to it, and then she will not mind. Think how he enjoyed
it."
"Before so many people!" said Henrietta. "O, Queenie,
it will never do! It would be a regular exhibition."
"My dear, what nonsense!" said Beatrice. "Why, it is
all among friends and neighbours."
"Friends and neighbours to you," said Henrietta.
"And yours too. Fred, she is deserting! I thought you meant to
adopt or inherit all Knight Sutton and its neighbourhood could
offer."
"A choice inheritance that neighbourhood, by your account,"
said Fred. "But come, Henrietta, you must not spoil the whole affair
by such nonsense and affectation."
"Affectation! O, Fred!"
"Yes, to be sure it is," said Fred: "to set up
such scruples as these. Why, you said yourself that you forget all about
the spectators when once you get into the spirit of the thing."
"And what is affectation," said Beatrice, seeing her
advantage, "but thinking what other people will think?"
There are few persuasions to which a girl who claims to possess some
degree of sense is more accessible, than the imputation of affectation,
especially when brought forward by a brother, and enforced by a clever and
determined friend. Such a feeling is no doubt often very useful in
preventing folly, but it may sometimes be perverted to the smothering of
wholesome scruples. Henrietta only pressed one point more, she begged not
to be Titania.
"O, you must, you silly child," said Beatrice. "I have
such designs for dressing you! Besides, I mean to be Mustardseed, and make
grandpapa laugh by my by-play at the giant
Ox-beef."
"But consider, Bee," said Henrietta, "how much too
tall I am for a fairy. It would be too absurd to make Titania as large as
Bottom himself--spoil the whole picture. You might surely get some
little girls to be the other fairies, and take Titania yourself."
"Certainly it might conciliate people to have their own children
made part of the show," said
Beatrice. "Little Anna Carey has sense enough, I think; ay, and the two Nevilles, if they will not be shy. We will keep you to come out in grand force in the last scene--Queen Eleanor sucking the poison. Aunt Mary has a certain black-lace scarf that will make an excellent Spanish mantilla. Or else suppose you are Berengaria, coming to see King Richard when he was 'old-man-of-the-mountained.'"
"No, no," cried Fred, "stick to the Queen Eleanor
scene. We will have no more blacking of faces. Yesterday I was too late
down stairs because I could not get the abominable stuff out of my
hair."
"And it would be a cruel stroke to be taken for Philip Carey
again, in the gentleman's own presence, too," said Beatrice.
"Monsieur is apparemment the apothecaire de famille. Do you remember,
Henrietta, the French governess in
Miss Edgworth's book?"
"Jessie smiled and nodded as if she was perfectly enchanted with
the mistake," siad Henrietta.
"And I do not wonder at it," said Beatrice, "the
mistake, I mean. Fred's white hands there have just the look of a
doctor's; of course Roger thought the only use of them could be to
feel pulses, and Philip, for want of something better to do, is always
trying for a genteel look."
"You insulting creature!" siad Fred. "Just as if I
tried to look genteel."
"You do, then, whether you try or not. You can't help it,
you know, and I am very sorry for you; but you do stand and walk and hold
out your hand just as Philip is always trying to do, and it is no wonder
Roger thought he had succeeded in attaining his object."
"But what a goose the man must be to make such absurdity his
object," said Henrietta.
"He could not be a Carey and be otherwise," said Busy Bee.
"And besides, what would you have him do? As to getting any practice,
unless his kith and kin choose to victimise themselves philanthropically
according to Roger's proposal, I do not see what chance he has, where
everyone knows the extent of a Carey's intellects; and what is left
for the poor man to do but to study the cut of his boots?"
"If you say much more about it, Queenie," said Henrietta,
"you will make Fred dance in Bottom's hob-nailed
shoes."
"Ah! it is a melancholy business," said Beatrice; "but
it cannot be helped. Fred cannot turn into a clodhopper. But what
earthquake is this?" exclaimed she, as the front door was dashed open
with such violence as to shake the house, and the next moment Alexander
rushed in, heated and almost breathless. "Rats! rats!" was his
cry; "Fred, that's right. But where is Uncle
Geoffrey?"
"Gone to Allonfield."
"More's the pity. There are a whole host of rats in the
great barn at home. Pincher caught me one just now, and they are going to
turn the place regularly out, only I got them to wait while I came up here
for you and Uncle Geoffrey. Come, make haste, fly--like
smoke--while I go and tell grandpapa."
Off flew Fred to make his preparation, and off to the drawing room
hurried Alex to call grandpapa. He was greeted by a reproof from Mrs.
Langford for shaking the house enough to bring it down, and grandpapa
laughed, thanked him, and said he hoped to be at Sutton Leigh in time for
the rat hunt, as he was engaged to drive grandmama and Aunt Mary thither
and to the Pleasance that afternoon.
Two seconds more, and Fred and Alex were speeding away together, and the
girls went up to put on their bonnets to walk and meet their elders at
Sutton Leigh. For once Beatrice let Henrietta be as slow as she pleased,
for she was willing to let as much of the visit as possible pass before
they arrived there. They walked along, merrily concocting their
arrangements for Monday evening, until at length they came to the gates of
Sutton Leigh, and already heard the shouts of triumph, the barking of dogs,
and the cackle of terrified poultry, which proclaimed that the war was at
its height.
"O! the glories of a rat hunt!" cried Beatrice. "Come,
Henrietta, here is a safe place whence to contemplate it, and really it is
a sight not to be lost."
Henrietta thought not indeed when she looked over a gate leading into
the farm-yard on the side opposite to the great old barn, raised on
a multitude of stone posts, a short ladder reaching to the wide doors which
were folded back so as to display the heaps of straw thrown violently back
and forward; the dogs now standing in attitudes of ecstatic expectation,
tail straight out, head bent forward, now springing in rapture on the prey;
the boys rushing about with their huge sticks, and coming down now and then
with thundering blows, the labourers with their white shirt sleeves and
pitchforks pulling down the straw, Uncle Roger with a
portentous-looking club in the thick of the fight. On the ladder,
cheering them on, stood grandpapa, holding little Tom in his arms, and at
the bottom, armed with small sticks, were Charlie and Arthur, consoling
themselves for being turned out of the melée, by making quite as
much noise as all those who were doing real execution, thumping
unmercifully at every unfortunate dead mouse or
rat that was thrown out, and charging fiercely at the pigs, ducks, and geese that now and then came up to inspect proceedings, and perhaps, for such accidents will occur in the best regulated families, to devour a share of the prey.
Beatrice's first exclamation was, "O! if papa was but
here!"
"Nothing can go on without him, I suppose," said Henrietta.
"And yet, is this one of his great enjoyments?"
"My dear, don't you know it is a part of the privilege of a
free-born Englishman to delight in hunting 'rats and mice and
such small deer,' as much or more than the grand chasse? I have not
the smallest doubt that all the old cavaliers were fine old
farm-loving fellows, who liked a rat hunt, and enjoyed turning out a
barn with all their hearts."
"There goes Fred!" cried Henrietta.
"Ah! capital. He takes to it by nature, you see.
There--there! O what a scene it is! Look how beautifully the sun comes
in, making that solid sort of light on the mist of dust at the
top."
"And how beautifully it falls on grandpapa's head! I think
that grandpapa with little Tom is one of the best parts of the picture,
Bee."
"To be sure he is, that noble old head of his, and that beautiful
gentle face; and to see him pointing, and soothing the child when he gets
frightened at the hubbub, and then enjoying the victories over the poor
rats as keenly as anybody!"
"Certainly," said Henrietta, "there is something very
odd in man's nature; they can like to do such cruel-sounding
things without being cruel! Grandpapa, or Fred, or Uncle Roger, or Alex
now, they are as kind and gentle as possible: yet the delight they
can take in catching and killing--"
"That is what town-people never can under-
stand," said Beatrice, "that hunting-spirit of mankind. I hate above all things to hear it cried down, and the nonsense that is talked about it. I only wish that those people could have seen what I did last summer--grandpapa calling Carey, and holding the ladder for him while he put the young birds into their nest that had fallen out. And O the uproar that there was one day when Dick did something cruel to a poor rabbit; it was two or three years ago, and Alex and Carey set upon him and thrashed him so that they were really punished for it, bad as it was of Dick; it was one of those bursts of generous indignation."
"It is a very curious thing," said Henrietta, "the
soldier spirit it must be, I suppose--"
"What are you philosophising about, young ladies?" asked Mr.
Langford, coming up as Henrietta said these last words.
"Only about the spirit of the chase,
grandpapa," said Beatrice, "what the pleasure can be of the
field of slaughter there."
"Something mysterious, you may be sure, young ladies," said
grandpapa. "I have hunted rats once or twice a year now these seventy
years or more, and I can't say I am tired yet. And there is Master
Fred going at it, for the first time in his life, as fiercely as any of us
old veterans, and he has a very good eye for a hit, I can tell you, if it
is any satisfaction to you. Ha! hoigh Vixen! hoigh Carey! that's
it--there he goes!"
"Now, grandpapa," said Beatrice, catching hold of his hand,
"I want just to speak to you. Don't you think we might have a
little charade-acting on Monday to enliven the evening a
little?"
"Eh? what? More charades? Well, they are very pretty sport, only I
think they would astonish the natives here a little. Are we to have the end
of Shylock?"
"No," said Beatrice, "we never condescend to repeat
ourselves. We have a new word and a beauty, and don't you think it
will do very well?"
"I am afraid grandmamma will think you are going to take to
private theatricals."
"Well, it won't be nearly such regular acting as the
last," said Beatrice, "I do not think it would do to take
another half-play for so many spectators, but a scene or two mostly
in dumb show would make a very nice diversion. Only say that you consent,
grandpapa."
"Well, I don't see any harm in it," said grandpapa,
"so long as grandmamma does not mind it. I suppose your mamma does
not, Henrietta?"
"O no," said Henrietta, with a certain mental reservation
that she would make her not mind it, or at any rate not gainsay it.
Fred's calling her affected was enough to make her consent, and bring
her mamma to consent to anything; for so little is it really the nature of
woman to exercise power, that if she domineers, it is sure to be
compensated by some subjection in some other manner: and if Henrietta
ruled her mother, she was completely under the dominion of Fred and
Beatrice. Themistocles' wife might rule Athens, but she was governed
by her son.
After this conversation they went in, and found Aunt Roger very busy,
recommending servants to Aunt Mary, and grandmamma enforcing all she said.
The visit soon came to an end, and they went on to the Pleasance, where the
inspection did not prove quite as agreeable as on the first occasion; for
grandmamma and Beatrice had very different views respecting the
appropriation of the rooms, and poor Mrs. Frederick Langford was harassed
and wearied by her vain attempts to accede to the wishes of both, and vex
neither. Grandmamma was determined too to look over
every corner, and discuss every room, and Henrietta, in despair at the fatigue her mother was obliged to go through, kept on seeking in vain for a seat for her, and having at last discovered a broken-backed kitchen chair in some of the regions below, kept diligently carrying it after her in all her peregrinations. She was constantly wishing that Uncle Geoffrey would come, but in vain; and between the long talking at Sutton Leigh, the wandering about the house, and the many discussions, her mamma was completely tired out, and obliged, when they came home, to confess that she had a headache. Henrietta fairly wished her safe at Rocksand.
While Henrietta was attending her mother to her own room, and persuading
her to lay up for the evening, Beatrice, whose head was full of but one
matter, pursued Mrs. Langford into the study, and propounded her grand
object. As she fully expected, she met with a flat refusal, and sitting
down in her arm-chair, Mrs. Langford very earnestly began with
"Now listen to me, my dear child," and proceeded with a long
story of certain private theatricals some forty years ago, which to her
certain knowledge, ended in a young lady eloping with a music master.
Beatrice set to work to argue: in the first place it was not probable
that either she or Henrietta would run away with their cousins; secondly,
that the former elopement was not chargeable on poor Shakespeare; thirdly,
that these were not private theatricals at all.
"And pray what are they, then--when you dress yourselves up,
and speak the speeches out as boldly as Mrs. Siddons, or any of
them?"
"You pay us a great compliment," said Beatrice, who could
sometimes be pert when alone with grandmamma; and she then went on with her
explanation of how very far this was from anything
that could be called theatrical; it was the guessing the word, not their acting, that was the important point. The distinction was too fine for grandmamma; it was play-acting, and that was enough for her, and she would not have it done. "But grandpapa liked it, and had given full consent." This was a powerful piece of ordnance which Beatrice had kept in reserve, but at the first moment the shot did not tell.
"Ladies were the best judges in such a case as this," said
Mrs. Langford, "and let who would consent, she would never
have her granddaughters standing up, speaking
speeches out of Shakespeare, before a whole room full of
company."
"Well, then, grandmamma, I'll tell you what: to oblige
you, we will not have one single scene out of Shakespeare--not one.
Won't that do?"
"You will go to some other play-book, and that is
worse," said Mrs. Langford.
"No, no, we will not: we will do every bit out of our own
heads, and it shall be almost all Fred and Alex; Henrietta and I will
scarcely come in at all. And it will so shorten the evening, and amuse
every one so nicely! and grandpapa has said we may."
Mrs. Langford gave a sort of sigh. "Ah, well! you always will have
your own way, and I suppose you must; but I never thought to see such
things in my house. In my day, young people thought no more of a scheme
when their elders had once said, 'No.'"
"Yes, only you must not say so, grandmamma. I am sure we would
give it up if you did; but pray do not--we will manage very
well."
"And put the whole house in a mess, as you did last time; turn
everything upside down. I tell you, Beatrice, I can't have it done. I
shall want the study to put out the supper in."
"We can dress in our own rooms, then," said Beatrice,
"never mind that."
"Well, then, if you will make merry-andrews of yourselves,
and your fathers and mothers like to let you, I can't help
it--that's all I have to say," said Mrs. Langford, walking
out of the room; while Fred entered from the other side a moment after.
"Victory, victory, my dear Fred!" cried Beatrice, darting to
meet him in an ecstasy. "I have prevailed: you find me in the
hour of victory. The Assassin for ever! announced for Monday night, before
a select audience!"
"Well, you are an irresistible Queen Bee," said Fred;
"why Alex has just been telling me ever so much that his mother told
him about grandmamma's dislike to it. I thought the whole concern a
gone 'coon, as they say in America."
"I got grandpapa first," said Beatrice, "and then I
persuaded her; she told me it would lead to all sorts of mischief, and gave
me a long lecture which had nothing to do with it. But I found out at last
that the chief points which alarmed her were poor Shakespeare and the
confusion in the study; so by giving up those two I gained
everything."
"You don't mean that you gave up bully Bottom?"
"Yes, I do; but you need not resign your asses' ears. You
shall wear them in the character of King Midas."
"I think," said the ungrateful Fred, "that you might
as well have given it all up together as Bottom."
"No, no; just think what capabilities there are in Midas. We will
decidedly make him King of California, and I'll be the priestess of
Apollo; there is an old three-legged epergne-stand that will
make a most excellent tripod. And only think of the whispering into the
reeds, 'King Midas has the
ears of an ass.' I would have made more of a fight for Bottom, if that had not come into my head."
"But you will have nothing to do."
"That helped to conciliate. I promised we girls should appear very
little, and for the sake of effect, I had rather Henrietta broke on the
world in all her beauty at the end. I do look forward to seeing her as
Queen Eleanor; she will look so regal."
Fred smiled, for he delighted in his sister's praises. "You
are a wondrous damsel, busy one," said he, "to be content to
play second fiddle."
"Second fiddle! As if I were not the great moving spring! Trust
me, you would never write yourself down an ass but for the Queen Bee. How
shall we ever get your ears from Allonfield? Saturday night, and only till
Monday evening to do everything in!"
"Oh, you will do it," said Fred. "I wonder what you
and Henrietta cannot do between you! Oh, there is Uncle Geoffrey come
in," he exclaimed, as he heard the front door open.
"And I must go and dress," said Beatrice, seized with a
sudden haste, which did not speak well for the state of her conscience.
Uncle Geoffrey was in the hall, taking off his mud-bespattered
gaiters. "So you are entered with the vermin, Fred," called he,
as the two came out of the drawing-room.
"O how we wished for you, Uncle Geoffrey! but how did you hear
it?"
"I met Alex just now. Capital sport you must have had. Are you
only just come in?"
"No, we were having a consultation about the charades," said
Fred; "the higher powers consent to our having them on
Monday."
"Grandmamma approving?" asked Uncle Geoffrey.
"O yes," said Fred, in all honesty, "she only objected
to our taking a regular scene in a play, and 'coming it as
strong' as we did the other night; so it is to be all extemporary,
and it will do famously."
Beatrice, who had been waiting in the dark at the top of the stairs,
listening, was infinitely rejoiced that her project had been explained so
plausibly, and yet in such perfect good faith, and she flew off to dress in
high spirits. Had she mentioned it to her father, he would have doubted,
taken it as her scheme, and perhaps put a stop to it: but hearing of
it from Frederick, whose pleasures were so often thwarted, was likely to
make him far more unwilling to object. For its own sake, she knew he had no
objection to the sport; it was only for that of his mother; and since he
had heard of her as consenting, all was right. No, could Beatrice actually
say so to her own secret soul?
She could not; but she could smother the still small voice that checked
her, in a multitude of plans, and projects, and criticisms, and airy
castles, and, above all, the pleasure of triumph and dominion, and the
resolution not to yield, and the delight of leading.
Alas! that they did not lay to heart that the
world is everywhere; that if education had placed them above being tempted by the poorer, cheaper, and more ordinary attractions, yet allurements there were for them also. A pleasure pursued with headlong vehemence because it was of their own devising, love of rule, the spirit of rivalry, the want of submission; these were of the world. Other temptations had not yet reached them, but if they gave way to those which assailed them in their early youth, how could they expect to have strength to bear up against the darker and stronger ones which would meet their riper years?
Even before daylight had fully found its way into Knight Sutton Hall,
there was many a note of preparation, and none clearer or louder than those
of the charade actors. Beatrice was up long before light, in the midst of
her preparations, and it was not long after, as, lamp in hand, she whisked
through the passages, Frederick's voice was heard demanding whether
the Busy Bee had turned into a firefly, and if the paste was made wherewith
Midas was to have his crown stuck with gold paper. Zealous indeed were the
workers, and heartily did old Judith wish them anywhere else, as she drove
them, their lamps, their paste, and newspaper, from one corner of the study
to the other, and at last fairly out into the hall, threatening them with
what Missus would say to them. At last grandmamma came down with a party of
neat little notes in her hand, to be immediately sent off by Martin and the
cart to Allonfield, and Martin came to the door leading to the kitchen
regions to receive his directions.
"O how lucky!" cried Queen Bee, springing up. "The
cotton velvet for the ears! I'll write a note in a second!"
Then she paused. "But I can't do it without Henrietta, I
don't know how much she wants. Half a yard must do, I suppose; but
then,
how to describe it? Half a yard of donkey-coloured velvet! It will never do; I must see Henrietta first!"
"Have not you heard her bell?" said Fred.
"No, shall I go and knock at the door? She must be up by this
time."
"You had better ask Bennet," said Fred; "she sometimes
gets up quietly, and dresses herself without Bennet, if mamma is asleep,
because it gives her a palpitation to be disturbed in the
morning."
Bennet was shouted for, and proved not to have been into her
mistress's room. The charade mania was not strong enough to make them
venture upon disturbing Mrs. Frederick Langford, and to their great
vexation, Martin departed bearing no commission for the asinine
decorations.
About half an hour after, Henrietta made her appearance, as sorry as any
one that the opportunity had been lost, more especially as mamma had been
broad awake all the time, and the only reason she had not rung the bell
was, that she was not ready for Bennet.
As usual, she was called an incorrigible dawdle, and made humble
confession of the same, offering to do all in her power to make up for the
morning's laziness. But what would Midas be without his ears?
The best plan that Queen Bee could devise, was, that, whilst Henrietta
was engaged with the other preparations, she should walk to Sutton Leigh
with Frederick, to despatch Alexander to Allonfield. No sooner said than
done, and off they set, but neither was this plan fated to meet with
success, for just as they came in sight of Sutton Leigh, they were hailed
by the loud hearty voice of Roger, and beheld him at the head of four
brothers, marching off to pay his respects to his Aunt Carey, some three
miles off. Alex came to hold council at
Queen Bee's summons, but he could do nothing for her, for he had that morning been taken to task for not having made a visit to Mrs. Carey, since he came home, and especially ordered off to call upon her, before meeting her at the party that evening.
"How abominably provoking!" cried Beatrice; "just as
if it signified. If I had but a fairy!"
"Carey!" called Alex, "here! Bee wants to send over to
Allonfield: won't you take Dumple and go?"
"Not I," responded Carey; "I want to walk with Roger.
But there's Dumple, let her go herself."
"What, ride him?" asked Beatrice, "thank you,
Carey."
"Fred might drive you," said Carey; "O no, poor
fellow, I suppose he does not know how."
Fred coloured with anger. "I do," said he; "I have
often driven our own horses."
"Ay," said Beatrice, "with the coachman sitting by
you, and Aunt Mary little guessing what you were doing."
"I assure you, Queen," said Fred, very earnestly, "I
do really know how to drive, and if we may have the gig, and you will trust
yourself with me, I will bring you home quite safe."
"I know you can have the gig," said Carey, "for papa
offered it to Roger and Alex this morning; only we chose all to walk
together. To think of doubting whether to drive old Dumple!"
"I don't question," said Fred; "I only want to
know if Busy Bee will go. I won't break your neck, I promise
you."
Beatrice was slightly mistrustful, and had some doubts about Aunt Mary,
but poor Alex did much to decide her, though intending quite the
reverse.
"I don't advise you, Bee," said he.
"O, as to that," said she, pleased to see that he
disliked the plan, "I have great faith in Dumple's experience, and I can sit tight in a chay, as the boy said to grandpapa when he asked him if he could ride. My chief doubt is about Aunt Mary."
Fred's successful disobedience in the matter of skating had
decidedly made him less scrupulous about showing open disregard of his
mother's desires, and he answered in a certain superior patronizing
manner, "O, you know I only give way sometimes, because she does make
herself so intensely miserable about me; but as she will be spared all that
now, by knowing nothing about it, I don't think it need be
considered."
Beatrice recollected what her father had said, but eluded it the next
moment, by replying to herself, that no commands had been given in this
case.
Alex stood fumbling with the button of his great coat, looking much
annoyed, and saying nothing; Roger called out to him that they could not
wait all day, and he exerted himself to take Beatrice by the arm, and say,
"Bee, I wish you would not, I am sure there will be a blow up about
it at home."
"O, you think nobody can or may drive me but yourself, Master
Alex," said Beatrice, laughing. "No, no, I know very well that
nobody will care when it is done, and there are no commands one way or the
other. I love my own neck, I assure you, Alex, and will not get that into a
scrape. Come, if that will put you into a better humour, I'll dance
with you first to-night." Alex turned away, muttering,
"I don't like it--I'd go myself, but--Well, I
shall speak to Fred."
Beatrice smiled with triumph at the jealousy which she thought she had
excited, and watched to see the effect of the remonstrance.
"You are sure now," said he, "that you can
drive safely? Remember it would be a tolerable piece of work if you were to damage that little Bee."
This eloquent expostulation might have had some weight, if it had come
from any one else; but Fred was too much annoyed at the superiority of his
rival to listen with any patience, and he replied rather sullenly, that he
could take as good care of her as Alex himself, and he only wished that
their own horses were come from Rocksand.
"Well, I have no more to say," said Alex, "only please
to mind this, Langford junior, you may do just as you please with our
horse, drive him to Jericho for what I care. It was for your own sake and
Beatrice's that I spoke."
"Much obliged, Langford senior," replied Fred, making
himself as tall as he could, and turning round to Carey with a very
different tone, "Now, Carey, we won't stop you any longer, if
you'll only just be so good as to tell your man to get out the
gig."
Carey did so, and Beatrice and Frederick were left alone, but not long,
for Uncle Roger presently came into the yard with Willy and Arthur running
after him. To take possession of his horse and carriage, in his very sight,
without permission, was quite impossible, and, besides, Beatrice knew full
well that her dexterity could obtain a sanction from him which might be
made to parry all blame. So tripping up to him, she explained in a droll
manner the distress in which the charade actors stood, and how the boys had
said that they might have Dumple to drive to Allonfield. Good natured Uncle
Roger, who did not see why Fred should not drive as well as Alex or any of
his other boys, knew little or nothing of his
sister-in-law's fears, and would, perhaps, have taken
Fred's side of the question if he had, did
exactly as she intended, declared them perfectly welcome to the use of Dumple, and sent Willy into the house for the driving whip. Thus authorized, Beatrice did not fear even her father, who was not likely to allow in words what a nonentity the authority of Uncle Roger might really be esteemed.
Willy came back with a shilling in his hand, and an entreaty that he
might go with Queen Bee and Fred to buy a cannon for the little ships, of
which Roger's return always produced a whole fleet at Sutton Leigh.
His cousins were in a triumphant temper of good nature, and willingly
consenting, he was perched between them, but for one moment
Beatrice's complacency was diminished as Uncle Roger called out,
"Ha! Fred take care! What are you doing?--you'll be
against the gate-post--don't bring his head so short
round. If you don't take more care, you'll certainly come to a
smash before you get home."
If honour and credit had not been concerned, both Beatrice and Frederick
would probably have been much better satisfied to have given up their bold
design after this debut, but
they were far too much bent on their own way to yield, and Fred's
pride would never have allowed him to acknowledge that he felt himself
unequal to the task he had so rashly undertaken. Uncle Roger, believing it
to be only carelessness instead of ignorance, and too much used to
dangerous undertakings of his own boys to have many anxieties on their
account, let them go on without further question, and turned off to visit
his young wheat without the smallest uneasiness respecting the smash he had
predicted, as he had done, by way of warning, at least twenty times
before.
Busy Bee was in that stage of girlhood which is very sensible on some
points, in the midst of great folly upon others, and she was quite wise
enough to let Fred alone, to give full attention to his driving all the way to Allonfield. Dumple knew perfectly well what was required of him, and went on at a very steady well-behaved pace, up the hill, across the common, and into the town, where, leaving him at the inn, they walked into the street, and Beatrice, after an infinity of searching, succeeded in obtaining certain grey cotton velvet, which, though Fred asserted that donkeys had a tinge of lilac, was certainly not unfit to represent their colour. As Fred's finances were in a much more flourishing state since New Year's day, he proceeded to delight the very heart of Willy by a present of a pair of little brass cannon, on which his longing eyes had often before been fixed, and they then returned to the carriage, in some dismay on perceiving that it was nearly one o'clock.
"We must go straight home," said Beatrice, "or this
velvet will be of no use. There is no time to drive to Sutton Leigh and
walk from thence."
Unfortunately, however, there was an influential personage who was by no
means willing to consent to this arrangement, namely, Dumple, who, well
aware that an inexperienced hand held the reins, was privately determined
that his nose should not be turned away from the shortest road to his own
stable.
As soon, therefore, as he came to the turning towards Sutton Leigh, he
made a decided dash in that direction. Fred pulled him sharply, and a
little nervously; the horse resisted; Fred gave him a cut with the whip,
but Dumple felt that he had the advantage, and replying with a
demonstration of kicking, suddenly whisked round the corner, and set off
over the rough jolting road at a pace very like running away. Fred pulled
hard, but the horse went the faster. He stood up. "Sit still,"
cried Beatrice, now speaking for the first time,
"the gate will stop him;" but ere the words were uttered, Frederick, whether by a movement of his own, or the rapid motion of the carriage, she knew not, was thrown violently to the ground; and as she was whirled on, she saw him no more. Instinct, rather than presence of mind, made her hold fast to the carriage with one hand, and throw the other arm round little Willy, to prevent him from being thrown out, as they were shaken from side to side by the ruts and stones over which they were jolted. A few minutes more, and their way was barred by a gate--that which she had spoken of--the horse, used to stopping there, slackened his pace, and stood still, looking over it as if nothing had happened.
Trembling in every limb, Beatrice stood safely on the ground, and Willy
beside her. Without speaking, she hurried back to seek for Fred, her steps
swifter than they had ever before been, though to herself it seemed as if
her feet were of lead, and the very throbbing of her heart dragged her
back. In every bush she fancied she saw Fred coming to meet her, but it was
only for a moment, and at length she saw him but too plainly. He was
stretched at full length on the ground, senseless--motionless. She
sank rather than knelt down beside him, and called him; but not a token was
there that he heard her. She lifted his hand, it fell powerless, and
clasping her own, she sat in an almost unconscious state of horror, till
roused by little Willy, who asked in a terrified breathless whisper,
"Bee, is he dead?"
"No, no, no," cried she, as if she could frighten away her
own fears; "he is only stunned. He is--he must be alive. He will
come to himself! Help me to lift him up--here--that is
it--his head on my lap--"
"O, the blood!" said Willy, recoiling in increased fear, as
he saw it streaming from one or two cuts and bruises on the side of the
face.
"That is not the worst," said Beatrice.
"There--hold him toward the wind." She raised his head,
untied his handkerchief, and hung over him; but there was not a sound, not
a breath; his head sank a dead weight on her knee. She locked her hands
together, and gazed wildly round for help; but no one all over the wide
lonely common could be seen, except Willy, who stood helplessly looking at
her.
"Aunt Mary! O, Aunt Mary!" cried she, in a tone of the
bitterest anguish of mind. "Fred--dear, dear Freddy, open your
eyes, answer me! Oh, only speak to me! O what shall I do?"
"Pray to GOD," whispered
Willy.
"You--you--Willy; I can't--it was my doing.
O, Aunt Mary!" A few moments passed in silence, then she exclaimed,
"What are we doing here? Willy, you must go and call them. The Hall
is nearest; go through the plantation as fast as you can. Go to papa in the
study; if he is not there, find grandpapa--any one but Aunt Mary.
Mind, Willy, don't let her hear it, it would kill her. Go, fly! You
understand--any one but Aunt Mary."
Greatly relieved at being sent out of sight of that senseless form,
Willy required no second bidding, but rushed off at a pace which bade fare
to bring him to the Hall in a very brief space. Infinite were the
ramifications of thought that now began to chase each other over the
surface of her mind, as she sat supporting her cousin's head, all
clear and distinct, yet all overshadowed by that agony of suspense which
made her sit as if she was all eye and ear, watching for the slightest
motion, the faintest sound, that hope might seize as a sign of life. She
wiped away the blood which was
streaming from the cuts in the face, and softly laid her trembling hand to seek for some trace of a blow amid the fair shining hair; she felt the pulse, but she could not satisfy herself whether it beat or not; she rubbed the cold hand between both her own, and again and again started with the hope that the long black eyelashes were being lifted from the white cheek, or that she saw a quivering of lip or nostril. All this while her thoughts were straying miles away, and yet so wondrously and painfully present. As she thought of her Uncle Frederick, and, as it were, realized his death, which had happened so nearly in this same manner, she experienced a sort of heart-sinking which would almost make her believe in a fate on the family. And that Fred should be cut off in the midst of an act of disobedience, and she the cause! O thought beyond endurance! She tried to pray for him, for herself, for her aunt, but no prayer would come; and suddenly she found her mind pursuing Willy, following him through all the gates and gaps, entering the garden, opening the study door, seeing her father's sudden start, hearing poor Henrietta's cry, devising how it would be broken to her aunt; and again, the misery of recollecting her overpowered her, and she gave a groan, the very sound of which thrilled her with the hope that Fred was reviving, and made her, if possible, watch with double intenseness, and then utter a desponding sigh. She wished it was she who lay there, unconscious of such exceeding wretchedness, and, strange to say, her imagination began to devise all that would be said were it really so; what all her acquaintance would say of the little Queen Bee, how soon Matilda St. Leger would forget her, how long Henrietta would cherish the thought of her, how deeply and silently Alex would grieve. "He would be a son to papa," she thought; but
then came a picture of her home, her father and mother without their only one, and tears came into her eyes, which she brushed away, almost smiling at the absurdity of crying for her own imagined death, instead of weeping over this but too positive and present distress.
There was nothing to interrupt her; Fred lay as lifeless as before, and
not a creature passed along the lonely road. The frosty air was perfectly
still, and through it sounded the barking of dogs, the tinkle of the
sheep-bell, the woodsman's axe in the plantations, and now and
then the rattle of Dumple's harness, as she shook his head or shifted
his feet at the gate where he had been left standing. The rooks wheeled
above her head in a clear blue sky, the little birds answering each other
from the high furze-bushes, and the pee-wits came careering
near her with their broad wings, floating movement, and long melancholy
note like lamentation.
At length, far away, there sounded on the hard turnpike road a
horse's tread, coming nearer and nearer. Help was at hand! Be it who
it might, some human sympathy would be with her, and that most oppressive
solitude, which seemed to have lasted for years instead of minutes, would
be relieved. In almost an agony of nervousness lest the new-comer
might pass by, she gently laid her cousin's head on the grass, and
flew rather than ran towards the opening of the lane. She was too late, the
horseman had passed, but she recognised the shining hat, the form of the
shoulders, and with a scream almost wild in its energy, called
"Philip! O, Philip Carey!"
Joy, joy! he looked back, he turned his horse, and came up in amazement
at finding her there, and asking questions which she could only answer by
leading the way down the lane.
In another moment he was off his horse, and she
could almost have adored him when she heard him pronounce that Frederick lived.
A few moments passed whilst he was handling his patient, and asking
questions, when Beatrice beheld some figures advancing from the plantation.
She dashed through the heath and furze to meet them, sending her voice
before her with the good news, "He is alive! Philip Carey says he is
alive!" and with these words she stood before her father and her Aunt
Mary.
Her aunt seemed neither to see nor hear her; but with a face as white
and still as a marble figure, hastened on. Mr. Geoffrey Langford stopped
for an instant and looked at her with an expression such as she never could
forget. "Beatrice, my child!" he exclaimed, "you are
hurt!"
"No, no, papa," she cried. "It is Fred's
blood--I am quite, quite safe!"
He held her in his arms, pressed her close to him, and kissed her brow,
with a whispered exclamation of fervent thankfulness. Beatrice could never
remember that moment without tears; the tone, the look, the
embrace,--all had revealed to her the fervour of her father's
affection, beyond--far beyond all that she had ever imagined. It was
but for one instant that he gave way; the next, he was hastening on, and
stood beside Frederick as soon as his sister-in-law.
"He has ridden over to see the South Farm," said Mrs.
Langford.
"Oho! got out of the way of the beautifying,--I
understand."
"Have you seen anything of Fred and Busy
Bee?" asked Mrs. Frederick Langford. "They went out directly after breakfast to walk to Sutton Leigh, and I have not seen them since."
"O yes," said Mr. Roger Langford, "I can tell you what
has become of them; they are gone to Allonfield. I have just seen them off
in the gig, and Will with them, after some of their acting
affairs."
Good, easy man; he little thought what a thunder-clap was this
intelligence. Uncle Geoffrey turned round on his elevation to look him full
in the face; every shade of colour left the countenance of Mrs. Frederick
Langford; Henrietta let her work fall, and looked up in dismay.
"You don't mean that Fred was driving?" said her
mother.
"Yes, I do! Why my boys can drive long before they are that
age,--surely he knows how!"
"O, Roger, what have you done!" said she faintly, as if the
exclamation would break from her in spite of herself.
"Indeed, mamma," said Henrietta, alarmed at her paleness,
"I assure you Fred has often told me how he has driven our own horses
when he was sitting up by Dawson."
"Ay, ay, Mary," said Uncle Roger, "never fear. Depend
upon it, boys do many and many a thing that mammas never guess at, and come
out with whole bones after all."
Henrietta, meantime, was attentively watching Uncle Geoffrey's
face, in hopes of discovering what he thought of the danger; but she could
learn nothing, for he kept his features as composed as possible.
"I do believe those children are gone crazy about their
acting," said Mrs. Langford; "and how Mr. Langford can
encourage them in it I cannot think. So silly of Bee to go off in this way,
when she
might just as well have sent by Martin!" And her head being pretty much engrossed with her present occupation, she went out to obey a summons from the kitchen, without much perception of the consternation that prevailed in the drawing-room.
"Did you know they were going, Henrietta?" asked Uncle
Geoffrey, rather sternly.
"No! I thought they meant to sent Alex. But O! uncle, do you think
there is any danger?" exclaimed she, losing self-control in
the infection of fear caught from the mute terror which she saw her mother
struggling to overcome. Her mother's inquiring, imploring glance
followed her question.
"Foolish children!" said Uncle Geoffrey, "I am very
much vexed with the Bee for her wilfulness about this scheme, but as for
the rest, there is hardly a steadier animal than old Dumple, and he is
pretty well used to young hands."
Henrietta thought him quite satisfied, and even her mother was in some
degrees tranquillized, and would have been more so, had not Mr. Roger
Langford begun to reason with her in the following
style:--"Come, Mary, you need not be in the least alarmed.
It is quite nonsense in you. You know a boy of any spirit will always be
doing things that sound imprudent. I would not give a farthing for Fred if
he was always to be the mamma's boy you would make him. He is come to
an age now when you cannot keep him up in that way, and he must get knocked
about some time or other."
"O yes, I know I am very foolish," said she, trying to
smile.
"I shall send up Elizabeth to talk to you," said Uncle
Roger. "She would have a pretty life of it if she went into such a
state as you do on all such occasions."
"Enough to break the heart of ten horses, as they say in
Ireland," said Uncle Geoffrey, seeing that the best chance for her
was to appear at his ease, and divert his brother's attention.
"And by the by, Roger, you never told me if you heard any more of
your poor Irish haymakers."
"Why, Geoffrey, you have an absent fit now for once in your
life," said his brother. "Are you the man to ask if I heard any
more of them, when you yourself gave me a sovereign to send them in the
famine?"
Uncle Geoffrey, however, persevered, and finally succeeded in starting
Uncle Roger upon his favourite and inexhaustible subject of the doings at
the Allonfield Union. During this time Mrs. Frederick Langford put a few
stitches into her work, found it would not do, and paused, stood up, seemed
to be observing the new arrangement in the room,--then took a long
look out at the window, and at last left the room. Henrietta ran after her
to assure her that she was convinced that Uncle Geoffrey was not alarmed,
and to beg her to set her mind at rest. "Thank you, my dear,"
said she. "I--no, really--you know how foolish I am, my
dear, and I think I had rather be alone. Don't stay here and frighten
yourself too; this is only my usual fright, and it will be better if I am
left alone. Go down, my dear, think about something else, and let me know
when they come home."
With considerable reluctance Henrietta was obliged to obey, and
descended to the drawing-room, where the first words that met her
ears were from Uncle Roger. "Well, I wish, with all my heart, they
were safe at home again. But do you mean to say, Geoffrey, that I ought not
to have let them go?"
"I shall certainly come upon you for damages,
if he breaks the neck of little Bee," said Uncle Geoffrey.
"If I had guessed it," said Uncle Roger; "but then,
you know, any of my boys would think nothing of driving Dumple,--even
Dick I have trusted,--and they came up--you should have seen
them--as confidently as if he had been driving
four-in-hand every day of his life. Upon my word your
daughter has a tolerable spirit of her own, if she knew that he could not
drive."
"A tolerable spirit of self-will," said Uncle
Geoffrey, with a sigh. "But did you see them off, how did they
manage?"
"Ah! why there, I must confess, I was to blame," said his
brother. "They did clear out of the yard in a strange fashion,
certainly, and I might have questioned a little closer. But never mind,
'tis all straight road. I would lay any wager they will come back
safe,--boys always do."
Uncle Geoffrey smiled, but Henrietta thought it a very bad sign that he,
too, looked out at the window; and the confidence founded on his
tranquillity deserted her.
Uncle Roger forthwith returned to the fighting o'er again of his
battles at the Board of Guardians, and Henrietta was able to get to the
window, where for some ten minutes she sat, and at length exclaimed with a
start, "Here is Willy running across the paddock!"
"All right!" said Uncle Roger, "they must have stopped
at Sutton Leigh!"
"It is the opposite way!" said Mr. Geoffrey Langford, who at
the same moment stepped up to the window. Henrietta's heart throbbed
fearfully as she saw how wearied was the boy's running, and yet how
rapid. She could hardly stand as she followed her uncles to the hall; her
mother at the same moment came downstairs, and all together
met the little boy, as, breathless, exhausted, unable to speak, he rushed into the hall, and threw himself upon his father, leaning his head against him and clinging as if he could not stand.
"Why Will, how now, my boy? Have you been racing?" said his
father, kneeling on one knee, and supporting the poor little wearied
fellow, as he almost lay upon his breast and shoulder. "What is the
matter now?"
There was a deep silence only interrupted by the deep pantings of the
boy. Henrietta leant on the banisters, giddy with suspense. Uncle Geoffrey
stepped into the dining-room, and brought back a glass of wine and
some water. Aunt Mary parted the damp hair that hung over his forehead,
laid her cold hand on it, and said, "Poor little fellow."
At her voice Willy looked up, clung faster to his father, and whispered
something unintelligible.
"What? Has anything happened? What is the matter?" were
questions anxiously asked, while Uncle Geoffrey in silence succeeded in
administering the wine; after which Willy managed to say, pointing to his
aunt, "Don't--tell--her."
It was with a sort of ghastly composure that she leant over him, saying,
"Don't be afraid, my dear, I am ready to hear it."
He raised himself, and gazed at her in perplexity and wonder.
Henrietta's violently throbbing heart took from her almost the
perception of what was happening.
"Take breath, Willy," said his father; "don't
keep us all anxious."
"Bee said I was to tell Uncle Geoffrey," said the boy.
"Is she safe?" asked Aunt Mary,
earnestly.
"Yes."
"Thanks to GOD," said she,
holding out her
hand to Uncle Geoffrey, with a look of relief and congratulation, and yet of inexpressible mournfulness which went to his heart.
"And Fred?" said Uncle Roger.
"Do not ask, Roger," said she, still as calmly as before;
"I always knew how it would be."
Henrietta tried to exclaim, to inquire, but her lips would not frame one
word, her tongue would not leave the roof of her mouth. She heard a few
confused sounds, and then a mist came over her eyes, a rushing of waters in
her ears, and she sank on the ground in a fainting fit. When she came to
herself she was lying on the sofa in the drawing-room, and all was
still.
"Mamma!" said she.
"Here, dear child,"--but it was Mrs. Langford's
voice.
"Mamma!" again said she. "Where is mamma? Where are
they all? Why does the room turn round?"
"You have not been well, my dear," said her grandmother;
"but drink this, and lie still, you will soon be better."
"Where is mamma?" repeated Henrietta, gazing round and
seeing no one but Mrs. Langford and Bennet. "Was she frightened at my
being ill? Tell her I am better."
"She knows it, my dear: lie still and try to go to
sleep."
"But weren't there a great many people?" said
Henrietta. "Were we not in the hall? Did not Willy come? O!
grandmamma, grandmamma, do tell me, where are mamma and Fred?"
"They will soon be here, I hope."
"But, grandmamma," cried she vehemently, turning herself
round as clearer recollection returned, "something has
happened--O! what has happened to Fred?"
"Nothing very serious, we hope, my dear," said Mrs.
Langford. "It was Willy who frightened you. Fred has had a fall, and
your mamma and uncles are gone to see about him."
"A fall! O, tell me, tell me! I am sure it is something dreadful!
O, tell me all about it, grandmamma, is he much hurt? O, Freddy,
Freddy!"
With more quietness than could have been anticipated from so active and
bustling a nature, Mrs. Langford gradually told her granddaughter all that
she knew, which was but little, as she had been in attendance on her, and
had only heard the main fact of Willy's story. Henrietta clapped her
hands wildly together in an agony of grief. "He is killed--he
is, I'm sure of it!" said she. "Why do you not tell me
so?"
"My dear, I trust and believe that he is only stunned."
"No, no, no! papa was killed in that way, and I am sure he is! O,
Fred, Fred, my own dear, dear brother, my only one! O, I cannot bear it! O,
Fred!"
She rose up from the sofa, and walked and down the room in an ecstasy of
sorrow. "And it was I that helped to bring him here! It was my doing!
O, my own, my dearest, my twin brother, I cannot live without
him!"
"Henrietta," said Mrs. Langford, "you do not know what
you are saying; you must bear the will
of GOD, be it what it may."
"I can't, I can not,"
repeated Henrietta; "if I am to lose him, I can't live; I
don't care for anything without Fred!"
"Your mother, Henrietta."
"Mamma! O, don't speak of her; she would die, I am sure she
would, without him; and then I should too, for I should have
nothing."
Henrietta's grief was the more ungovernable that it was chiefly
selfish; there was little thought of her mother,--little, indeed, for
anything but the personal loss to herself. She hid her face in her hands,
and sobbed violently, though without a tear, while Mrs. Langford vainly
tried to make her hear of patience and resignation, turning away, and
saying, "I can't be patient--no, I can't!" and
then again repeating her brother's name with all the fondest terms of
endearment.
Then came a sudden change: it was possible that he yet
lived--and she became certain that he had been only stunned for a
moment, and required her grandmamma to be so too. Mrs. Langford, at the
risk of a cruel disappointment, was willing to encourage her hope; but
Henrietta, fancying herself treated like a petted child, chose to insist on
being told really and exactly what was her view of the case. Then she was
urgent to go out and meet the others, and learn the truth; but this Mrs.
Langford would not permit. It was in kindness, to spare her some fearful
sight, which might shock and startle her, but Henrietta was far from taking
it so; her habitual want of submission made itself felt in spite of her
usual gentleness, now that she had been thrown off her balance, and she
burst into a passionate fit of weeping.
In such a dreadful interval of suspense, her conduct was, perhaps,
scarcely under her own control; and it is scarcely just to mention it as a
subject of blame. But, be it remembered that it was the effect of a long
previous selfishness and self-will; quiet, amiable selfishness;
gentle, caressing self-will; but no less real, and more perilous and
deceitful. But for this, Henrietta would have thought more of her mother,
prepared for her comfort, and braced herself in order to be a support to
her; she would have remembered how
terrible must be the shock to her grandmother in her old age, and how painful must be the remembrances thus excited of the former bereavement; and in the attempt to console her, the sense of her own sorrow would have been in some degree relieved; whereas she now seemed to forget that Frederick was anything to any one but herself. She prayed, but it was one wild repetition of "O, give him back to me!--save his life!--let him be safe and well!" She had no room for any other entreaty; she did not call for strength and resignation on the part of herself and her mother, for whatever might be appointed; she did not pray that his life might be granted only if it was for his good; she could ask nothing but that her own beloved brother might be spared to herself, and she ended her prayer as unsubdued, and therefore as miserable, as when she began it.
The first intelligence that arrived was brought by Uncle Roger and
Beatrice, who, rather to their surprise, came back in the gig, and greatly
relieved their minds with the intelligence of Frederick's life, and
of Philip Carey's arrival. Henrietta had sprung eagerly up on their
first entrance, with parted lips and earnest eyes, and listened to their
narration with trembling throbbing hope, but with scarcely a word; and when
she heard that Fred still lay senseless and motionless, she again turned
away, and hid her face on the arm of the sofa, without one look at
Beatrice, reckless of the pang that shot through the heart of one flesh
from that trying watch over her brother. Beatrice hoped for one word, one
kiss, and looked wistfully at the long veil of half uncurled ringlets that
floated over the crossed arms on which her forehead rested, and meantime
submitted with a kind of patient indifference to her grandmother's
caress, drank hot wine and water, sat by
the fire, and finally was sent up
stairs to change her dress. Too restless, too anxious, too wretched to stay there alone, longing for some interchange of sympathy,--but her mind too turbid with agitation to seek it where it would most surely have been found,--she hastened down again. Grandmamma was busied in giving directions for the room which was being prepared for Fred; Uncle Roger had walked out to meet those who were conveying him home: and Henrietta was sitting in the window, her forehead resting against the glass, watching intently for their arrival.
"Are they coming?" asked Beatrice anxiously.
"No!" was all the answer, hardly uttered, and without
looking round, as if her cousin's entrance was perfectly indifferent
to her. Beatrice went up and stood by her, looking out for a few minutes;
then taking the hand that lay in her lap, she said in an imploring whisper,
"Henrietta, you forgive me?"
The hand lay limp and lifeless in hers, and Henrietta scarcely raised
her face as she answered, in a low, languid, dejected voice, "Of
course, Bee, only I am so wretched. Don't talk to me."
Her head sunk again, and Beatrice stepped hastily back to the fire, with
a more bitter feeling than she had ever known. This was no forgiveness; it
was worse than anger or reproach; it was a repulse, and that when her whole
heart was yearning to relieve the pent-up oppression that almost
choked her, by weeping with her. She leant her burning forehead on the cool
marble chimney-piece, and longed for her mother,--longed for
her almost as much for her papa's, her Aunt Mary's and her
grandmother's sake, as for her own. But O! what an infinite relief
would one talk with her have been! She turned toward the table, and thought
of writing to her, but her hand was trembling--every pulse throbbing;
she could not even sit still enough to make the attempt.
At last she saw Henrietta spring to her feet, and hastening to the
window beheld the melancholy procession; Fred carried on a mattrass by
Uncle Geoffrey and three of the labourers; Philip Carey walking at one
side, and on the other Mrs. Frederick Langford leaning on Uncle
Roger's arm.
Both girls hurried out to meet them, but all attention was at that
moment for the patient, as he was carried in on his mattrass, and deposited
for a few minutes on the large hall table. Henrietta pushed between her
uncles, and made her way up to him, unconscious of the presence of anyone
else--even of her mother--while she clasped his hand, and hanging
over him looked with an agonized intensity at his motionless features. The
next moment she felt her mother's hand on her shoulder, and was
forced to turn round and look into her face: the sweet mournful
meekness of which came for a moment like a soft cooling breeze upon the dry
burning desert of her grief.
"My poor child," said the gentle voice.
"O, mamma, is--is--." She could not speak; her
face was violently agitated, and the very muscles of her throat
quivered.
"They hope for the best, my dear," was the reply; but both
Mr. Geoffrey Langford and Beatrice distinguished her own hopelessness in
the intonation, and the very form of the expression: whereas
Henrietta only took in and eagerly seized the idea of comfort which it was
intended to convey to her. She would have inquired more, but Mrs. Langford
was telling her mother of the arrangements she had made, and entreating her
to take some rest.
"Thank you, ma'am,--thank you very much
indeed--you are very kind: I am very sorry to give you so much
trouble," were her answers; and
simple as were the words, there was a whole world of truth and reality in them.
Preparations were now made for carrying Fred up stairs, but even at that
moment Aunt Mary was not without thought for Beatrice, who was retreating,
as if she feared to be as much in her way as she had been in
Henrietta's.
"I did not see you, before, Queenie," she said, holding out
her hand and kissing her, "you have gone through more than any
one."
A thrill of fond grateful affection brought the tears into Queen
Bee's eyes. How much there was even in the pronunciation of that pet
playful name to touch her heart, and fill it to overflowing with love and
contrition. She longed to pour out her whole confession, but there was no
one to attend to her--the patient occupied the whole attention of all.
He was carried to his mother's room, placed in bed, and again
examined by young Mr. Carey, who pronounced with increased confidence that
there was no fracture, and gave considerable hopes of improvement. While
this was passing, Henrietta sat on the upper step of the stairs, her head
on her hands, scarcely moving or answering when addressed. As evening
twilight began to close in, the surgeon left the room, and went down to
make his report to those who were anxiously awaiting it in the
drawing-room; and she took advantage of his exit to come to the
door, and beg to be let in.
Uncle Geoffrey admitted her; and her mother, who was sitting by the
bed-side, held out her hand. Henrietta came up to her, and at first
stood by her, intently watching her brother; then after a time sat down on
a footstool, and, with her head resting on her mother's lap, gave
herself up to a sort of quiet heavy dream, which might be called the very
luxury of grief. Uncle Geoffrey sat by the fire,
watching his sister-in-law even more anxiously than the patient, and thus a considerable interval passed in complete silence, only broken by the crackling of the fire, the ticking of the watches, or some slight change of posture of one or other of the three nurses. At last the stillness was interrupted by a little movement among the bedclothes, and with a feeling like transport, Henrietta saw the hand, which had hitherto lain so still and helpless, stretched somewhat out, and the head turned upon the pillow. Uncle Geoffrey stood up, and Mrs. Frederick Langford pressed her daughter's hand with a sort of convulsive tremor. A faint voice murmured "Mamma!" and while a flush of trembling joy illumined her pale face, she bent over him, answering him eagerly and fondly, but he did not seem to know her, and again repeating "Mamma," opened his eyes with a vacant gaze, and tried in vain to express some complaint.
In a short time, however, he regained a partial degree of consciousness.
He knew his mother, and was continually calling to her, as if for the sake
of feeling her presence, but without recognizing any other person, not even
his sister or his uncle. Henrietta stood gazing sadly upon him, while his
mother hung over him soothing his restlessness, and answering his
half-uttered complaints, and Uncle Geoffrey was ever ready with
assistance and comfort to each in turn, as it was needed, and especially
supporting his sister-in-law with that sense of protection
and reliance so precious to a sinking heart.
Aunt Roger came up to announce that dinner was ready, and to beg that
she might stay with Fred while the rest went down. Mrs. Frederick Langford
only shook her head, and thanked her, saying with a painful smile that it
was impossible, but begging Uncle Geoffrey and Henrietta to go.
The former complied, knowing how much alarm his absence would create downstairs; but Henrietta declared that she could not bear the thoughts of going down, and it was only by a positive order that he succeeded in making her come with him. Grandpapa kissed her, and made her sit by him, and grandmamma loaded her plate with all that was best on the table, but she looked at it with disgust, and leaning back in her chair, faintly begged not to be asked to eat.
Uncle Geoffrey poured out a glass of wine, and said in a tone which
startled her by its unwonted severity, "This will not do, Henrietta;
I cannot allow you to add to your mamma's troubles by making yourself
ill. I desire you will eat, as you certainly can."
Every one was taken by surprise, and perhaps Mrs. Langford might have
interfered, but for a sign from grandpapa. Henrietta, with a feeling of
being cruelly treated, silently obeyed, swallowed down the wine, and having
done so, found herself capable of making a very tolerable dinner, by which
she was greatly relieved and refreshed.
Uncle Geoffrey said a few cheering words to his father and mother, and
returned to Fred's room as soon as he could, without giving that
appearance of hurry and anxiety which would have increased their alarm.
Henrietta, without the same thoughtfulness, rushed rather than ran after
him, and neither of the two came down again to tea.
Philip Carey was to stay all night, and though Beatrice was of course
very glad that he should do so, yet she was much harassed by the
conversation kept up with him for civility's sake. She had been
leading a forlorn dreary life all the afternoon, busy first in helping
grandmamma to write notes to be sent to the intended guests, and
afterwards, with a feeling of intense disgust, putting out of sight all
the preparations for their own self-chosen sport. She desired quiet, and yet when she found it, it was unendurable, and to talk to her father or grandfather would be a great relief, yet the first beginning might well be dreaded. Neither of them was forthcoming, and now in the evening to hear the quiet grave discussion of Allonfield gossip was excessively harassing and irritating. No one spoke for their own pleasure, the thoughts of all were elsewhere, and they only talked thus for the sake of politeness; but she gave them no credit for this, and felt fretted and wearied beyond bearing. Even this, however, was better than when they did return to the engrossing thought, and spoke of the accident, requiring of her a more exact and particular account of it. She hurried over it. Grandmamma praised her, and each word was a sting.
"But, my dear," said Mrs. Roger Langford, "what could
have made you so anxious to go to Allonfield?"
"O, Aunt Roger, it was very--" but here Beatrice, whose
agitated spirits made her particularly accessible to momentary emotion, was
seized with such a sense of the absurdity of undertaking so foolish an
expedition, with no other purpose than going to buy a pair of ass's
ears, that she was overpowered by a violent fit of laughing. Grandmamma and
Aunt Roger, after looking at her in amazement for a moment, both started
up, and came towards her with looks of alarm that set her off again still
more uncontrollably. She struggled to speak, but that only made it worse,
and when she perceived that she was supposed to be hysterical, she laughed
the more, though the laughter was positive pain. Once she for a moment
succeeded in recovering some degree of composure, but every kind
demonstration of solicitude brought on a fresh access of laughter, and a
certain whispering threat of calling
Philip Carey was worse than all. When, however, Aunt Roger was actually setting off for the purpose, the dread of his coming had a salutary effect, and enabled her to make a violent effort, by which she composed herself, and at length sat quite still, except for the trembling, which she could not control.
Grandmamma and Aunt Roger united in ordering her to bed, but she could
not bear to go without seeing her papa, nor would she accept Mrs.
Langford's offer of calling him; and at last a compromise was made
that she should go up to bed on condition that her papa should come and
visit her when he came out of Fred's room. Her grandmamma came up
with her, helped her to undress, gave her the unwonted indulgence of a
fire, and summoned Judith to prepare things as quickly and quietly as
possible for Henrietta, who was to sleep with her that night. It was with
much difficulty that she could avoid making a promise to go to bed
immediately, and not to get up to breakfast. At last, with a very
affectionate kiss, grandmamma left her to brush her hair, an operation
which she resolved to lengthen out until her papa's visit.
It was long before he came, but at last his step was heard along the
passage, his knock was at her door. She flew to it, and stood before him,
her large black eyes looking larger, brighter, blacker than usual from the
contrast with the pale or rather sallow face, and the white nightcap and
dressing-gown.
"How is Fred?" asked she as well as her parched tongue would
allow her to speak.
"Much the same, only talking a little more. But why are you up
still? Your grandmamma said--"
"Never mind, papa," interrupted she, "only tell me
this--is Fred in danger?"
"You have heard all we can tell, my dear--"
Beatrice interrupted him by an impatient, despairing look, and clasped
her hands: "I know--I know; but what
do you think?"
"My own impression is," said her father, in a calm, kind,
yet almost reproving tone, as if to warn her to repress her agitation,
"that there is no reason to give up hope, although it is impossible
yet to ascertain the extent of the injury."
Beatrice retreated a step or two: she stood by the table, one hand
upon it, as if for support, yet her figure quite erect, her eyes fixed on
his face, and her voice firm, though husky, as she said, slowly and
quietly, "Papa, if Fred dies, it is my doing."
His face did not express surprise or horror--nothing but kindness
and compassion, while he answered, "My poor girl, I was afraid how it
might have been." Then he led her to a chair and sat down by her
side, so as to let her perceive that he was ready to listen, and would give
her time. He might be in haste, but it was no time to show it.
She now spoke with more hurry and agitation, "Yes, yes, papa, it
was the very thing you warned me against--I mean--I
mean--the being set in my own way, and liking to tease the boys. O if
I could but speak to tell you all, but it seems like a weight here choking
me," and she touched her throat. "I can't get it out in
words! O!" Poor Beatrice even groaned aloud with oppression.
"Do not try to express it," said her father: "at
least, it is not I who can give you the best comfort. Here"--and
he took up a Prayer Book.
"Yes, I feel as if I could turn there now I have told you,
papa," said Beatrice; "but when I could not get at you,
everything seemed dried up in me. Not one prayer or confession would
come;--but now, O! now you know it, and--and--I feel as if
He would not turn away His face. Do you know
I did try the 51st Psalm, but it would not do, not even 'deliver me from blood-guiltiness,' it would only make me shudder! O, papa, it was dreadful!"
Her father's answer was to draw her down on her knees by his side,
and read a few verses of that very Psalm, and a few clauses of the prayer
for persons troubled in mind, and he ended with
the LORD's Prayer.
Beatrice, when it was over, leant her head against him, and did not speak,
nor weep, but she seemed refreshed and relieved. He watched her anxiously
and affectionately, doubting whether it was right to bestow so much time on
her exclusively, yet unwilling to leave her. When she again spoke, it was
in a lower, more subdued, and softer voice, "Aunt Mary will forgive
me, I know; you will tell her, papa, and then it will not be quite so bad!
Now I can pray that he may be saved--O, papa--disobedient, and I
the cause; how could I ever bear the thought?"
"You can only pray," replied her father.
"Now that I can once more," said Beatrice; and again there
was a silence, while she stood thinking deeply, but contrary to her usual
habit, not speaking, and he knowing well her tendency to lose her repentant
feelings by expressing them, was not willing to interrupt her. So they
remained for nearly ten minutes, until at last he thought it time to leave
her, and made some movement as if to do so. Then she spoke, "Only
tell me one thing, papa. Do you think Aunt Mary has any hope? There was
something--something death-like in her face. Does she
hope?"
Mr. Geoffrey Langford shook his head. "Not yet," said he.
"I think it may be better after this first night is over. She is
evidently reckoning the hours, and I think she has a kind of morbid
expectation that it will be as it was with his father, who lived twelve
hours after his accident."
"But surely, surely," said Beatrice eagerly, "this is
a very different case; Fred has spoken so much more than my uncle did; and
Philip says he is convinced that there is no fracture--"
"It is a morbid feeling," said Mr. Geoffrey Langford,
"and therefore impossible to be reasoned away. I see she dreads to be
told to hope, and I shall not even attempt it till these fatal twelve hours
are over."
"Poor dear aunt!" sighed Beatrice. "I am glad, if it
was to be, that you were here, for nobody else would understand
her."
"Understand her!" said he, with something of a smile.
"No, Bee, such sorrow as hers has a sacredness in it which is not
what can be understood."
Beatrice sighed, and then with a look as if she saw a ray of comfort,
said, "I suppose mamma will soon be here?"
"I think not," said her father, "I shall tell her she
had better wait to see how things go on, and keep herself in reserve. At
present it is needlessly tormenting your aunt to ask her to leave Fred for
a moment, and I do not think she has even the power to rest. While this
goes on, I am of more use in attending to him than your mamma could be; but
if he is a long time recovering, it will be a great advantage to have her
coming fresh, and not half knocked up with previous attendance."
"But how she will wish to be here!" exclaimed Beatrice,
"and how you will want her!"
"No doubt of that, Queenie," said her father smiling,
"but we must reserve our forces, and I think she will be of the same
mind. Well, I must go. Where is Henrietta to sleep
to-night?"
"With me," said Beatrice.
"I will send her to you as soon as I can. You must do what you can
with her, Bee, for I can see
that the way she hangs on her mamma is quite oppressive. If she had but a little vigour!"
"I don't know what to do about her!" said Beatrice
with more dejection than she had yet shown, "I wish I could be of any
comfort to her, but I can't--I shall never do good to
anybody--only harm."
"Fear the harm, and the good will come," said Mr. Geoffrey
Langford. "Good night, my dear."
Beatrice threw herself on her knees as soon as the door had closed on
her father, and so remained for a considerable time in one earnest,
unexpressed outpouring of confession and prayer, for how long she knew not,
all that she was sensible of was a feeling of relief, the repose of such
humility and submission, such heartfelt contrition as she had never known
before.
So she continued till she heard Henrietta's approaching steps,
when she rose and opened the door, ready to welcome her with all the
affection and consolation in her power. There stood Henrietta, a heavy
weight on her eyes, her hair on one side all uncurled and flattened, the
colour on half her face much deepened, and a sort of stupor about her whole
person, as if but one idea possessed her. Beatrice went up to meet her, and
took her candle, asking what account she brought of the patient. "No
better," was all the answer, and she sat down making no more detailed
answers to all her cousin's questions. She would have done the same
to her grandmamma, or any one else, so wrapped up was she in her own grief,
but this conduct gave more pain to Beatrice than it could have done to any
one else, since it kept up the last miserable feeling of being unforgiven.
Beatrice let her sit still for some minutes, looking at her all the time
with an almost piteous glance of entreaty, of which Henrietta was perfectly
unconscious, and then began
to beg her to undress, seconding the proposal by beginning to unfasten her dress.
Henrietta moved pettishly, as if provoked at being disturbed.
"I beg your pardon, dear Henrietta," said Beatrice;
"if you would but let me! You will be ill to-morrow, and that
would be worse still."
"No, I shan't," said Henrietta shortly, "never
mind me."
"But I must, dear Henrietta. If you would but--"
"I can't go to bed," replied Henrietta, "thank
you, Bee, never mind--"
Beatrice stood still, much distressed at her own inability to be of any
service, and pained far more by the sight of Henrietta's grief than
by the unkind rejection of herself. "Papa thinks there is great
hope," said she abruptly.
"Mamma does not," said Henrietta, edging away from her
cousin as if to put an end to the subject.
Beatrice almost wrung her hands. O this wilfulness of grief, how hard it
was to contend with it! At last there was a knock at the door--it was
grandmamma, suspecting that they were still up. Little recked Beatrice of
the scolding that fell on herself for not having been in bed hours ago; she
was only rejoiced at the determination that swept away all
Henrietta's feeble opposition. The bell was rung, Bennet was
summoned, grandmamma peremptorily ordered her to be undressed, and in
another half-hour the cousins were lying side by side,
Henrietta's lethargy had become a heavy sleep, Beatrice was broad
awake, listening to every sound, forming every possible speculation on the
future, and to her own overstretched fancy seeming actually
to feel the thoughts chasing each other through
her throbbing head.
There was no answer, but he heard a slight movement, and though
carefully avoiding any attempt to penetrate the darkness around the sick
bed, he knew full well that his sister was on her knees, and when he again
heard her voice in reply to some rambling speech of her son, it had a
tremulous tone, very unlike its former settled hopelessness.
Again, when Philip Carey paid his morning visit, she studied the
expression of his face with anxious, inquiring, almost hopeful eyes, the
crushed heart-broken indifference of yesterday had passed away; and
when the expedience of obtaining further advice was hinted at, she caught
at the suggestion with great eagerness, though the day before her only
answer had been, "As you think right." She spoke so as to show
the greatest consideration for the feelings of Philip Carey, then with her
usual confiding spirit, she left the selection of the person
to be called in entirely to him, to her brother and father-in-law, and returned to her station by Frederick, who had already missed and summoned her.
Philip, in spite of the small follies which provoked Beatrice's
sarcasm, was by no means deficient in good sense or ability; his education
had owed much to the counsels of Mr. Geoffrey Langford, whom he regarded
with great reverence, and he was so conscious of his own inexperience and
diffident of his own opinion, as to be very anxious for assistance in this,
the first very serious case which had fallen under his own management. The
proposal had come at first from himself, and this was a cause of great
rejoicing to those who had to reconcile Mrs. Langford to the measure. In
her eyes a doctor was a doctor, member of a privileged fraternity in which
she saw no distinctions, and to send for advice from London would, she
thought, not only hurt the feelings of Mrs. Roger Langford, and all the
Carey connection, but seriously injure the reputation of young Mr. Carey in
his own neighbourhood.
Grandpapa answered, and Beatrice was glad he did so, that such
considerations were as nothing when weighed in the scale against
Frederick's life; she was silenced, but unconvinced, and unhappy till
her son Geoffrey, coming down late to breakfast, greatly comforted her by
letting her make him some fresh toast with her own hands, and persuading
her that it would be greatly in favour of Philip's practice that his
opinion should be confirmed by an authority of note.
The electric telegraph and the railroad brought the surgeon even before
she had begun seriously to expect him, and his opinion was completely
satisfactory as far as regarded Philip Carey and the measures already
taken; Uncle Geoffrey himself feeling convinced that his approval was
genuine,
and not merely assumed for courtesy's sake. He gave them, too, more confident hope of the patient than Philip, in his diffidence, had ventured to do, saying that though there certainly was concussion of the brain, he thought there was great probability that the patient would do well, provided that they could combat the feverish symptoms which had begun to appear. He consulted with Philip Carey, the future treatment was agreed upon, and he left them with cheered and renewed spirits to enter on a long and anxious course of attendance. Roger, who was obliged to go away the next day, cheered up his brother Alex into a certainty that Fred would be about again in a week, and though no one but the boys shared the belief, yet the assurances of any one so sanguine, inspired them all with something like hope.
The attendance at first fell almost entirely on Mrs. Frederick Langford
and Uncle Geoffrey, for the patient, who had now recovered a considerable
degree of consciousness, would endure no one else. If his mother's
voice did not answer him the first moment, he instantly grew restless and
uneasy, and the plaintive inquiry, "Is Uncle Geoffrey here?"
was many times repeated. He would recognise Henrietta, but his usual answer
to her was "You speak so loud;" though in reality, her tone was
almost exactly the same as her mother's; and above all others he
disliked the presence of Philip Carey.
"Who is that?" inquired he, the first time that he was at
all conscious of the visits of other people: and when his mother
explained, he asked quickly, "Is he gone?"
The next day, Fred was alive to all that was going on, but suffering
considerable pain, and with every sense quickened to the most acute and
distressing degree, his eyes dazzled by light which, as he declared,
glanced upon the picture frames in a room
where his mother and uncle could scarcely see to find their way, and his ears pierced, as it were, by the slightest sound in the silent house, sleepless with pain, incapable of thought, excessively irritable in temper, and his faculties, as it seemed, restored only to be the means of suffering. Mrs. Langford came to the door to announce that Philip Carey was come. Mr. Geoffrey Langford went to speak to him, and grandmamma and Henrietta began to arrange the room a little for his reception. Fred, however, soon stopped this. "I can't bear the shaking," said he. "Tell them to leave off, mamma."
Grandmamma, unconscious of the pain she was inflicting, and believing
that she made not the slightest noise, continued to put the chairs in
order, but Fred gave an impatient, melancholy sort of groan and
exclamation, and Mrs. Langford remarked, "Well, if he cannot bear it,
it cannot be helped; but it is quite dangerous in this dark room!"
And out she went, Fred frowning with pain at every step she took.
"Why do you let people come?" asked he sharply of his
mother. "Where is Uncle Geoffrey gone?"
"He is speaking with Mr. Philip Carey, my dear, he will be here
with him directly."
"I don't want Philip Carey; don't let him
come."
"My dear boy, he must come; he has not seen you to-day,
perhaps he may do something for this sad pain."
Fred turned away impatiently, and at the same moment Uncle Geoffrey
opened the door to ask if Fred was ready.
"Yes," said Mrs. Frederick Langford: and Philip
entered. But Fred would not turn towards him till desired to do so, nor
give his hand readily for his pulse to be felt. Philip thought it necessary
to
see his face a little more distinctly, and begged his pardon for having the window shutters partly opened; but Fred contrived completely to frustrate his intention, as with an exclamation which had in it as much of anger as of pain, he turned his face inwards to the pillow, and drew the bed-clothes over it.
"My dear boy," said his mother, pleadingly, "for one
moment only!"
"I told you I could not bear the light," was all the
reply.
"If you would but oblige me for a few seconds," said
Philip.
"Fred!" said his uncle gravely; and Fred made a slight
demonstration as if to obey, but at the first glimpse of the dim light, he
hid his face again, saying, "I can't;" and Philip gave up
the attempt, closed the shutter, unfortunately not quite as noiselessly as
Uncle Geoffrey had opened it, and proceeded to ask sundry questions; to
which the patient scarcely vouchsafed a short and pettish reply. When at
last he quitted the room, and was followed by Mrs. Frederick Langford, a
"Don't go, mamma," was immediately heard.
"You must spare me for a very little while, my dear," said
she, gently but steadily.
"Don't stay long, then," replied he.
Uncle Geoffrey came up to his bedside, and with a touch soft and light
as a woman's, arranged the coverings disturbed by his restlessness,
and for a few moments succeeded in tranquillizing him, but almost
immediately he renewed his entreaties that his mother would return, and had
it been any other than his uncle who had taken her place, would have
grumbled at his not going to call her. On her return, she was greeted with
a discontented murmur. "What an immense time you have stayed
away!"--presently after, "I wish you would
not have that Carey!" and then, "I wish we were at Rocksand,--I wish Mr. Clarke were here."
Patience in illness is a quality so frequently described in books as
well as actually found in real life, that we are apt to believe that it
comes as a matter of course, and without previous training, particularly in
the young, and that peevishness is especially reserved for the old and
querulous, who are to try the amiability of the heroine. To a certain
degree, this is often the case; the complete prostration of strength, and
the dim awe of approaching death in the acute illnesses of the young, often
tame down the stubborn or petulant temper, and their patience and
forbearance become the wonder and admiration of those who have seen germs
of far other dispositions. And when this is not the case, who would have
the heart to complain? Certainly not those who are like the mother and
uncle who had most to endure from the exacting humours of Frederick
Langford. High spirits, excellent health, a certain degree of gentleness of
character, and a home where, though he was not over indulged, there was
little to ruffle him, all had hitherto combined to make him appear one of
the most amiable good-tempered boys that ever existed; but there was
no substance in this apparent good quality, it was founded on no real
principle of obedience or submission, and when to an habitual spirit of
determination to have his own way, was superadded the irritability of
nerves which was a part of his illness, when his powers of reflection were
too much weakened to endure or comprehend argument; when, in fact, nothing
was left to fall back upon but the simple obedience which would have been
required in a child, and when that obedience was wanting, what could result
but increased discomfort to himself and all concerned? Yes, even as we
should lay up a store of prayers
against that time when we shall be unable to pray for ourselves, so surely should we lay up a store of habits against the time when we may be unable to think or reason for ourselves! How often have lives been saved by the mere instinct of unquestioning instantaneous obedience!
Had Frederick possessed that instinct, how much present suffering and
future wretchedness might have been spared him! His ideas were as yet too
disconnected for him to understand or bear in mind that he was subjecting
his mother to excessive fatigue, but the habit of submission would have led
him to bear her absence patiently, instead of perpetually interrupting even
the short repose which she would now and then be persuaded to seek on the
sofa. He would have spared her his perpetual, harassing complaints, not so
much of the pain he suffered, as of every thing and every person who
approached him, his Uncle Geoffrey being the only person against whom he
never murmured. Nor would he have rebelled against measures to which he was
obliged to submit in the end, after he had distressed every one and
exhausted himself by his fruitless opposition.
It was marvellous that the only two persons whose attendance he would
endure could bear up under the fatigue. Even Uncle Geoffrey, one of those
spare wiry men, who, without much appearance of strength are nevertheless
capable of such continued exertion, was beginning to look worn and almost
aged, and yet Mrs. Frederick Langford was still indefatigable, unconscious
of weariness, quietly active, absorbed in the thought of her son, and yet
not so absorbed as not to be full of consideration for all around. All
looked forward with apprehension to the time when the consequences of such
continued exertion must be felt, but in the meantime it was not in the
power of any one ex-
cept her brother Geoffrey to be of any assistance to her, and her relations could only wait and watch with such patience as they could command, for the period when their services might be effectual.
Mrs. Langford was the most visibly impatient. The hasty bustling of her
very quietest steps gave such torture to Frederick, as to excuse the
upbraiding eyes which he turned on his poor perplexed mother whenever she
entered the room; and her fresh arrangements and orders always created a
disturbance, which created such positive injury, that it was the aim of the
whole family to prevent her visits there. This was, as may be supposed, no
easy task. Grandpapa's "You had better not, my dear,"
checked her for a little while, but was far from satisfying her:
Uncle Geoffrey, who might have had the best chance, had not time to spare
for her; and no one could persuade her how impossible, nay, how dangerous
it was to attempt to reason with the patient: so she blamed the whole
household for indulging his fancies, and half a dozen times a day
pronounced that he would be the death of his mother. Beatrice did the best
she could to tranquillise her; but two spirits so apt to clash did not
accord particularly well even now, though Busy Bee was too much depressed
to queen it as usual. To feel herself completely useless in the midst of
the suffering she had occasioned was a severe trial; and above all, poor
child, she longed for her mother, and the repose of confession and parental
sympathy. She saw her father only at meal times; she was anxious and uneasy
at his worn looks, and even he could not be all that her mother was.
Grandpapa was kind as ever, but the fault that sat so heavy on her mind was
not one for discussion with any one but a mother, and this consciousness
was the cause of a little reserve with him, such as had never before
existed between them.
Alexander was more of a comfort to her than any one else, and that
chiefly because he wanted her to be a comfort to him. All the strong
affection and esteem which he really entertained for Frederick was now
manifested, and the remembrance of old rivalries and petty contentions
served but to make the reaction stronger. He kept aloof from his brothers,
and spent every moment he could at the Hall, either reading in the library,
or walking up and down the garden paths with Queen Bee. One of the many
conversations which they held will serve as a specimen of the rest.
"So they do not think he is much better to-day?" said
Alex, walking into the library, where Beatrice was sealing some
letters.
Beatrice shook her head. "Every day that he is not worse is so
much gained," said she.
"It is very odd," meditated Alex: "I suppose the
more heads have in them, the easier it is to knock them!"
Beatrice smiled. "Thick skulls are proverbial, you know,
Alex."
"Well, I really believe it is right. Look, Bee," and he
examined his own face in the glass over the chimney; "there, do you
see a little bit of a scar under my eyebrow?--there! Well, that was
where I was knocked over by a cricket-ball last half, pretty much
harder than poor Fred could have come against the ground,--but what
harm did it do me? Why everything spun round with me for five minutes or
so, and I had a black eye enough to have scared you, but I was not a bit
the worse otherwise. Poor Fred, he was quite frightened for me I believe;
for the first thing I saw was him, looking all green and yellow, standing
over me, and so I got up and laughed at him for thinking I could care about
it. That was the worst of it! I wish I had not been always set against him.
I would give anything now."
"Well, but Alex, I don't understand. You were very good
friends at the bottom, after all; you can't have anything really to
repent of towards him."
"Oh, haven't I though?" was the reply. "It was
more the other fellows' doing than my own, to be sure, and yet, after
all, it was worse, knowing all about him as I did; but somehow, every one,
grandmamma and all of you, had been preaching up to me all my life that
cousin Fred was to be such a friend of mine.
And then when he came to school, there he was--a fellow with a pink
and white face, like a girl's, and that did not even know how to shy
a stone, and cried for his mamma! Well, I wish I could begin it all over
again."
"But do you mean that he was really a--a--what you call
a Miss Molly?"
"Who said so? No, not a bit of it!" said Alex. "No one
thought so in reality, though it was a good joke to put him in a rage, and
pretend to think that he could not do anything. Why, it took a dozen times
more spirit for him to be first in everything than for me, who had been
knocked about all my life. And he was up to anything, Bee, to anything. The
matches at foot-ball will be good for nothing now; I am sure I
shan't care if we do win."
"And the prize," said Beatrice, "the
scholarship!"
"I have no heart to try for it now! I would not, if Uncle Geoffrey
had not a right to expect it of me. Let me see: if Fred is well by
the summer, why then--hurrah! Really, Queenie, he might get it all up
in no time, clever fellow as he is, and be first after all. Don't you
think so?"
Queen Bee shook her head. "They say he must not read or study for
a very long time," said she.
"Yes, but six months--a whole year is an immense time,"
said Alex. "O yes, he must, Bee!
Reading does not cost him half the trouble it does other people; and his verses, they never fail--never except when he is careless; and the sure way to prevent that is to run him up for time. That is right. Why there!" exclaimed Alex joyfully, "I do believe this is the very best thing for his success!" Beatrice could not help laughing, and Alex immediately sobered down as the remembrance crossed him, that if Fred were living a week hence, they would have great reason to be thankful.
"Ah! they will all of them be sorry enough to hear of this,"
proceeded he. "There was no one so much thought of by the fellows, or
the masters either."
"The masters, perhaps," said Beatrice; "but I thought
you said there was a party against him among the boys?"
"Oh, nonsense! It was only a set of stupid louts who, just because
they had pudding-heads themselves, chose to say that I did better
without all his reading and Italian, and music, and stuff; and I was
foolish enough to let them go on, though I knew all the time it was nothing
but chaff. I shall let them all know what fools they were for their pains,
as soon as I go back. Why, Queenie, you, who only know Fred at home, you
have not the slightest notion what a fellow he is. I'll just tell you
one story of him."
Alexander forthwith proceeded to tell not one story alone, but many, to
illustrate the numerous excellences which he ascribed to Fred, and again
and again blaming himself for the species of division which had existed
between them, although the fact was that he had always been the more
conciliatory of the two. Little did he guess, good, simple-hearted
fellow, that each word was quite as much, or more, to his credit, as to
Frederick's; but Beatrice well appreciated them, and felt proud of
him.
These talks were her chief comfort, and always served to refresh her, if
only by giving her the feeling that some one wanted her, and not that the
only thing she could do for anybody was the sealing of the letters which
her father, whose eyes were supposed to be acquiring the power of those of
cats, contrived to write in the darkness of Fred's room. She thought
she could have borne everything excepting Henrietta's coldness, which
still continued, not from intentional unkindness or unwillingness to
forgive, but simply because Henrietta was too much absorbed in her own
troubles to realise to herself the feelings which she wounded. Her uncle
Geoffrey had succeeded in awakening her consideration for her mother; but
with her and Fred it began and ended, and when outside the sick room, she
seemed not to have a thought beyond a speedy return to it. She seldom or
never left it, except at meal-times, or when her grandfather
insisted on her taking a walk with him, as he did almost daily. Then he
walked between her and Beatrice, trying in vain to arouse her to talk, and
she, replying as shortly as possible when obliged to speak, left her cousin
to sustain the conversation.
The two girls went to church with grandpapa on the feast of the
Epiphany, and strange it was to them to see again the wreaths which their
own hands had woven, looking as bright and festal as ever, the glistening
leaves unfaded, and the coral berries fresh and gay. A tear began to gather
in Beatrice's eye, and Henrietta hung her head, as if she could not
bear the sight of those branches, so lately gathered by her brother. As
they were leaving the church, both looked towards the altar at the wreath
which Henrietta had once started to see, bearing a deeper and more awful
meaning than she had designed. Their eyes met,
and they saw that they had the same thought in their minds.
When they were taking off their bonnets in their own room, Queen Bee
stretched out a detaining hand, not in her usual commanding manner, but
with a gesture that was almost timid, saying,
"Look, Henrietta, one moment, and tell me if you were not thinking
of this."
And hastily opening the Lyra Innocentium, she pointed out the
verse--
"Such garland
grave
and fair,
His church to-day
adorns,
And--mark it well--e'en
there
He wears His Crown of
Thorns.
"Should aught
profane draw near,
Full many a guardian
spear
Is set around, of power to go
Deep in the
reckless hand, and stay the grasping foe."
"They go very deep," sighed Henrietta, raising her eyes,
with a mournful complaining glance.
Beatrice would have said more, but when she recollected her own conduct
on Christmas Eve, it might well strike her that she was the "thing
profane" that had then dared to draw near; and it pained her that she
had even appeared for one moment to accuse her cousin. She was beginning to
speak, but Henrietta cut her short by saying, "Yes, yes, but I
can't stay," and was flying along the passage the next
moment.
Beatrice sighed heavily, and spent the next quarter of an hour in
recalling, with all the reality of self-reproach, the circumstances
of her recklessness, vanity and self-will on that day. She knelt and
poured out her confession, her prayer for forgiveness, and grace to avoid
the very germs of these sins for the future, before Him Who seeth in
secret:
and a calm energetic spirit of hope, in the midst of true repentance, began to dawn on her.
It was good for her, but was it not selfish in Henrietta thus to leave
her alone to bear her burthen? Yes, selfish it was; for Henrietta had heard
the last report of Frederick since their return, and knew that her presence
in his room was quite useless; and it was only for the gratification of her
own feelings that she hurried thither without even stopping to recollect
that her cousin might also be unhappy, and be comforted by talking to
her.
Her thought was only the repining one: "the thorns go
deep!" Poor child, had they yet gone deep enough? The patient may cry
out, but the skilful surgeon will nevertheless probe on, till he has
reached the hidden source of the malady.
Mr. Geoffrey Langford took off his hat, so as to let the moist spring
breeze play round his temples and in the thin locks where the silvery
threads had lately grown more perceptible, and gazed upon the dewy grass,
the tiny woodbine leaf, the silver "pussycats" on the withy,
and the tasselled catkin of the hazel, with the eyes of a man to whom such
sights were a refreshment--a sort of holiday--after the many
springs spent in close courts of law and London smoke; and now after his
long attendance in a warm dark sick-room. His daughter sat by him,
thinking deeply, and her heart full of a longing earnestness which seemed
as if it would not let her speak. She was going to meet her mother, whom
she had not seen for so long a time; but it was only to be for one evening!
Her father, finding that his presence was absolutely required in London,
and no longer actually indispensable at Knight Sutton, had resolved on
changing places with his wife, and she was to go with him and take
her mother's place in attending on Lady Susan St. Leger. They were now going to fetch Mrs. Geoffrey Langford home from the Allonfield station, and they would have one evening at Knight Sutton with her, returning themselves the next morning to Westminster.
They arrived at Allonfield, executed various commissions with which Mrs.
Langford had been delighted to entrust Geoffrey; they ordered some new
books for Frederick, and called at Philip Carey's for some medicines;
and then driving up to the station watched eagerly for the train.
Soon it was there, and there at length she was; her own dear
self,--the dark aquiline face, with its sweetest and brightest of all
expressions; the small youthful figure, so active, yet so quiet and
elegant; the dress so plain and simple, yet with that distinguished air.
How happy Beatrice was that first moment of feeling herself at her
side!
"My dear! my own dear child!" Then anxiously following her
husband with her eye, as he went to look for her luggage, she said,
"How thin he looks, Queenie!"
"O, he has been doing so much,"
said Busy Bee. "It is only for this last week he has gone to bed at
all, and then only on the sofa in Fred's room. This is the first time
he has been out, except last Sunday to Church, and a turn or two round the
garden with grandmamma."
He came back before Queen Bee had done speaking. "Come,
Beatrice," said he to his wife, "I am in great haste to have
you at home; that fresh face of yours will do us all so much
good."
"One thing is certain," said she; "I shall send home
orders that you shall be allowed no strong coffee at night, and that Busy
Bee shall hide half the mountain of letters in the study. But tell me
honestly, Geoffrey, are you really well?"
"Perfectly, except for a growing disposition to yawn," said
her husband laughing.
"Well, what are the last accounts of the patient?"
"He is doing very well: the last thing I did before coming
away, was to lay him down on the sofa, with Retzsch's outlines to
look at: so you may guess that he is coming on quickly. I suppose you
have brought down the books and prints?"
"Such a pile, that I almost expected my goods would be over
weight."
"It is very fortunate that he has a taste for this kind of
thing: only take care, they must not be at Henrietta's
discretion, or his own, or he will be overwhelmed with them,--a very
little oversets him, and might do great mischief."
"You don't think the danger of inflammation over yet,
then?"
"O, no! his pulse is so very easily raised, that we are obliged to
keep him very quiet, and nearly to starve him, poor fellow; and his
appetite is returning so fast, that it makes it very difficult to manage
him."
"I should be afraid that now would be the time to see the effects
of poor Mary's over gentleness."
"Yes; but what greatly increases the difficulty is that Fred has
some strange prejudice against Philip Carey."
Busy Bee, who had heard nothing of this, felt her cheeks flush, while
her father proceeded.
"I do not understand it at all: Philip's manners in a
sick room are particularly good--much better than I should have
expected, and he has been very attentive and gentle-handed; but,
from the first, Fred has shown a dislike to him, questioned all his
measures, and made the most of it whenever he was obliged to give him any
pain. The last time the
London doctor was here, I am sure he hurt Fred a good deal more than Philip has ever done, yet the boy bore it manfully, though he shrinks and exclaims the moment Philip touches him. Then he is always talking of wishing for old Clarke at Rocksand, and I give Mary infinite credit for never having proposed to send for him. I used to think she had great faith in the old man, but I believe it was only her mother."
"Of course it was. It is only when Mary has to act alone that you
really are obliged to perceive all her excellent sense and firmness; and I
am very glad that you should be convinced now and then, that in nothing but
her fears, poor thing, has she anything of the spoiling mamma about
her."
"As if I did not know that," said he, smiling.
"And so she would not yield to this fancy? Very wise indeed. But I
should like to know the reason of this dislike on Fred's part. Have
you ever asked him?"
"No; he is not in a fit state for argument; and, besides, I think
the prejudice would only be strengthened. We have praised Philip again and
again, before him, and said all we could think of to give him confidence in
him, but nothing will do; in fact, I suspect Mr. Fred was sharp enough to
discover that we were talking for a purpose. It has been the great trouble
this whole time, though neither Mary nor I have mentioned it, for fear of
annoying my mother."
"Papa," said Busy Bee, "I am afraid I know the reason
but too well. It was my foolish way of talking about the Careys; I used to
tease poor Fred about Roger's having taken him for Philip, and say
all sorts of things that I did not really mean."
"Hem!" said her father. "Well, I should think it might
be so; it always struck me that the prejudice must be grounded upon some
absurd notion,
the memory of which had passed away, while the impression remained."
"And do you think I could do anything towards removing it? You
know I am to go and wish Fred good-bye this afternoon."
"Why, yes; you might as well try to say something cheerful, which
might do away with the impression. Not that I think it will be of any use;
only do not let him think it has been under discussion."
Beatrice assented, and was silent again while they went on talking.
"Aunt Mary has held out wonderfully?" said her mother.
"Too wonderfully," said Mr. Geoffrey Langford, "in a
way which I fear will cost her dearly. I have been positively longing to
see her give way as she ought to have done under the fatigue; and now I am
afraid of the old complaint: she puts her hand to her side now and
then, and I am persuaded that she had some of those spasms a night or two
ago."
"Ah!" said his wife, with great concern, "that is just
what I have been dreading the whole time. When she consulted Dr. --,
how strongly he forbade her to use any kind of exertion. Why would you not
let me come? I assure you it was all I could do to keep myself from setting
off."
"It was very well behaved in you, indeed, Beatrice," said
he, smiling; "a sacrifice which very few husbands would have had
resolution either to make themselves, or to ask of their wives. I thanked
you greatly when I did not see you."
"But why would you not have me? Do you not repent it
now?"
"Not in the least. Fred would let no one come near him but his
mother and me; you could not have saved either of us an hour's
nursing then, whereas now you can keep Fred in order, and take
care of Mary, if she will suffer it, and that she will do better from you than from any one else."
They were now reaching the entrance of Sutton Leigh Lane, and Queen Bee
was called upon for the full history of the accident, which, often as it
had been told by letter, must again be narrated in all its branches. Even
her father had never had time to hear it completely; and there was so much
to ask and to answer on the merely external circumstances, that they had
not begun to enter upon feelings and thoughts when they arrived at the gate
of the paddock, which was held open by Dick and Willy, excessively
delighted to see Aunt Geoffrey.
In a few moments more she was affectionately welcomed by old Mrs.
Langford, whose sentiments with regard to the two Beatrices were of a
curiously varying and always opposite description. When her
daughter-in-law was at a distance, she secretly regarded with
a kind of respectful aversion, both her talents, her learning, and the
fashionable life to which she had been accustomed; but in her presence the
winning, lively simplicity of her manners completely dispelled all these
prejudices in an instant, and she loved her most cordially for her own
sake, as well as because she was Geoffrey's wife. On the contrary,
the younger Beatrice, while absent, was the dear little
granddaughter,--the Queen of Bees, the cleverest of creatures; and
while present, it has already been shown how constantly the two tempers
fretted each other, or had once done so, though now, so careful had Busy
Bee lately been, there had been only one collision between them for the
last ten days, and that was caused by her strenuous attempts to convince
grandmamma that Fred was not yet fit for boiled chicken and calves'
foot jelly.
Mrs. Langford's greetings were not half over
when Henrietta and her mamma hastened down stairs to embrace dear Aunt Geoffrey.
"My dear Mary, I am so glad to be come to you at last!"
"Thank you, O! thank you, Beatrice. How Fred will enjoy having you
now!"
"Is he tired?" asked Uncle Geoffrey.
"No, not at all; he seems to be very comfortable. He has been
talking of Queen Bee's promised visit. Do you like to go up now, my
dear?"
Queen Bee consented eagerly, though with some trepidation, for she had
not seen her cousin since his accident, and besides, she did not know how
to begin about Philip Carey. She ran to take off her bonnet, while
Henrietta went to announce her coming. She knocked at the door, Henrietta
opened it, and coming in, she saw Fred lying on the sofa by the fire, in
his dressing-gown, stretched out in that languid listless manner
that betokens great feebleness. There were the purple marks of leeches on
his temples; his hair had been cropped close to his head; his face was long
and thin, without a shade of colour, but his eyes looked large and bright;
and he smiled and held out his hand: "Ah, Queenie, how
d'ye do?"
"How d'ye do, Fred? I am glad you are better."
"You see I have the asses' ears after all," said he,
pointing to his own, which were very prominent in his shorn and shaven
condition.
Beatrice could not very easily call up a smile, but she made an effort,
and succeeded, while she said, "I should have complimented you on the
increased wisdom of your looks. I did not know the shape of your head was
so like papa's."
"Is Aunt Geoffrey come?" asked Fred.
"Yes," said his sister: "but mamma thinks you
had better not see her till to-morrow."
"I wish Uncle Geoffrey was not going," said Fred.
"Nobody else has the least notion of making one tolerably
comfortable."
"O, your mamma, Fred!" said Queen Bee.
"O yes, mamma, of course! But then she is getting
fagged."
"Mamma says she is quite unhappy to have kept him so long from his
work in London," said Henrietta; "but I do not know what we
should have done without him."
"I do not know what we shall do now," said Fred, in a
languid and doleful tone.
The Queen Bee, thinking this a capital opportunity, spoke with almost
alarmed eagerness, "O yes, Fred, you will get on famously; you will
enjoy having my mamma so much, and you are so
much better already, and Philip Carey manages you so well--"
"Manages!" said Fred; "ay, and I'll tell you
how, Queenie; just as the man managed his mare when he fed her on a straw a
day. I believe he thinks I am a ghool, and can live on a grain of rice. I
only wish he knew himself what starvation is. Look here! you can almost see
the fire through my hand, and if I do but lift up my head, the whole room
is in a a merry-go-round. And that is nothing but weakness;
there is nothing else on earth the matter with me, except that I am starved
down to the strength of a midge!"
"Well, but of course he knows," said Busy Bee; "Papa
says he has had an excellent education, and he must know."
"To be sure he does, perfectly well: he is a sharp fellow,
and knows how to keep a patient when he has got one."
"How can you talk such nonsense, Fred? One comfort is, that it is
a sign you are getting well, or you would not have spirits to do
it."
"I am talking no nonsense," said Fred, sharply; "I am
as serious as possible."
"But you can't really think that if Philip was capable of
acting in such an atrocious way, that papa would not find it out, and the
other doctor too?"
"What! when that man gets I don't know how many guineas from
mamma every time he comes, do you think that it is for his interest that I
should get well?"
"My dear Fred," interposed his sister, "you are
exciting yourself, and that is so very bad for you."
"I do assure you, Henrietta, you would find it very little
exciting to be shut up in this room with half a teaspoonful of
wishy-washy pudding twice a day, and all just to fill Philip
Carey's pockets! Now, there was old Clarke at Rocksand, he had some
feeling for one, poor old fellow; but this man, not the slightest
compunction has he; and I am ready to kick him out of the room when I hear
that silky voice of his trying to be gen-tee-eel, and
condoling; and those boots--O! Busy Bee! those boots! whenever he
makes a step I always hear them say, 'O what a pretty fellow I
am!'"
"You seem to be very merry here, my dears," said Aunt Mary,
coming in; "but I am afraid you will tire yourself, Freddy; I heard
your voice even before I opened the door."
Fred was silent, a little ashamed, for he had sense enough not
absolutely to believe all that he had been saying, and his mother, sitting
down, began to talk to the visitor, "Well, my little Queen, we have
seen very little of you of late, but we shall be very sorry to lose you. I
suppose your mamma will have all your letters, and Henrietta must not
expect any, but we shall want very much to know how you get on with Aunt
Susan and her little dog."
"O very well, I dare say," said Beatrice, rather absently,
for she was looking at her aunt's delicate fragile form, and thinking
of what her father had been saying.
"And Queenie," continued her aunt, earnestly, "you
must take great care of your papa--make him rest, and listen to your
music, and read story-books instead of going back to his work all
the evening."
"To be sure I shall, Aunt Mary, as much as I possibly
can."
"But Bee," said Fred, "you don't mean that you
are going to be shut up with that horrid Lady Susan all this time? Why
don't you stay here, and let her take care of herself?"
"Mamma would not like that; and besides, to do her justice, she is
really ill, Fred," said Beatrice.
"It is too bad, now I am just getting better--if they would
let me, I mean," said Fred: "just when I could enjoy
having you, and now there you go off to that old woman. It is a downright
shame."
"So it is, Fred," said Queen Bee gaily, but not
coquettishly, as once she would have answered him, "a great shame in
you not to have learned to feel for other people, now you know what it is
to be ill yourself."
"That is right, Bee," said Aunt Mary, smiling; "tell
him he ought to be ashamed of having monopolized you all so long, and
spoilt all the comfort of your household. I am sure I am," added she,
her eyes filling with tears, as she affectionately patted Beatrice's
hand.
Queen Bee's heart was very full, but she knew that to give way to
the expression of her feelings would be hurtful to Fred, and she only
pressed her aunt's long thin fingers very earnestly, and turned her
face to the fire, while she struggled down the rising emotion. There was a
little silence, and when they began to talk again, it was of the en-
gravings at which Fred had just been looking. The visit lasted till the dressing bell rang, when Beatrice was obliged to go, and she shook hands with Fred, saying cheerfully, "Well, good-bye, I hope you will be better friends with the doctors next time I see you."
"Never will I like one inch of a doctor, never!" repeated
Fred, as she left the room, and ran to snatch what moments she could with
her mamma in the space allowed for dressing.
Grandmamma was happy that evening, for, except poor Frederick's
own place, there were no melancholy gaps at the dinner-table. He had
Bennet to sit with him, and besides, there was within call the confidential
old man-servant, who had lived so many years at Rocksand, and in
whom both Fred and his mother placed considerable dependence.
Everything looked like recovery; Mrs. Frederick Langford came down and
talked and smiled like her own sweet self; Mrs. Geoffrey Langford was ready
to hear all the news, old Mr. Langford was quite in spirits again,
Henrietta was bright and lively. The thought of long days in London with
Lady Susan, and of long evenings with no mamma, and with papa either
writing or at his chambers, began from force of contrast to seem doubly
like banishment to poor little Queen Bee, but whatever faults she had, she
was no repiner. "I deserve it," said she to herself, "and
surely I ought to bear my share of the trouble my wilfulness has
occasioned. Besides, with even one little bit of papa's company I am
only too well off."
So she smiled, and answered grandpapa in her favourite style, so that no
one would have guessed from her demeanour that a task had been imposed upon
her which she so much disliked, and in truth her thoughts were much more on
others than on herself. She saw all hopeful and happy about Fred,
and as to her aunt, when she saw her as usual with all her playful gentleness, she could not think that there was anything seriously amiss with her, or if there was, mamma would find out and set it all to rights. Then how soothing and comforting, now that the first acute pain of remorse was over, was that affectionate kindness, which, in every little gesture and word, Aunt Mary had redoubled to her ever since the accident.
Fred was all this time lying on his sofa, very glad to rest after so
much talking: weak, dizzy, and languid, and throwing all the blame of
his uncomfortable sensations on Philip Carey and the starvation system, but
still, perhaps, not without thoughts of a less discontented nature, for
when Mr. Geoffrey Langford came to help him to bed, he said, as he watched
the various arrangements his uncle was for the last time sedulously making
for his comfort, "Uncle Geoffrey, I ought to thank you very much; I
am afraid I have been a great plague to you."
Perhaps Fred did not say this in all sincerity, for any one but Uncle
Geoffrey would have completely disowned the plaguing, and he fully expected
him to do so; but his uncle had a stern regard for truth, coupled with a
courtesy which left it no more harshness than was salutary.
"Anything for your good, my dear sir," said he, with a
smile. "You are welcome to plague me as much as you like, only
remember that your mamma is not quite so tough."
"Well, I do try to be considerate about her," said Fred.
"I mean to make her rest as much as possible; Henrietta and I have
been settling how to save her."
"You could save her more than all, Fred, if you would spare her
discussions."
Fred held his tongue, for though his memory
was rather cloudy about the early part of his illness, he did remember having seen her look greatly harassed one day lately when he had been arguing against Philip Carey.
Uncle Geoffrey proceeded to gather up some of the outlines which
Henrietta had left on the sofa. "I like those very much," said
Fred, "especially the Fight with the Dragon."
"You know Schiller's poem on it?" said Uncle
Geoffrey.
"Yes, Henrietta has it in German."
"Well, it is what I should especially recommend to your
consideration."
"I am afraid it will be long enough before I am able to go out on
a dragon-killing expedition," said Fred, with a weary helpless
sigh.
"Fight the dragon at home, then, Freddy. Now is the time
for--
'The duty hardest to fulfil,
To learn to yield our own
self-will.'"
"There is very little hasty pudding in the case," said Fred,
rather disconsolately, and at the same time rather drolly, and with a sort
of resolution of this kind, "I will try then, I will not bother
mamma, let that Carey serve me as he may. I will not make a fuss, if I can
help it, unless he is very unreasonable indeed, and when I get well I will
submit to be coddled in an exemplary manner; I only wonder when I shall
feel up to anything again! O! what a nuisance it is to have this swimming
head and aching knees, all by the fault of that Carey!"
Uncle Geoffrey said no more, for he thought a hint often was more useful
than a lecture, even if Fred had been in a state for the latter, and
besides he was in greater request than ever on this last
evening, so much so that it seemed as if no one was going to spare him even to have half an hour's talk with his wife. He did find the time for this at last, however, and his first question was, "What do you think of the little Bee?"
"I think with great hope, much more satisfactorily than I have
been able to do for some time past," was the answer.
"Poor child, she has felt it very deeply," said he, "I
have been grieved to have so little time to bestow on her."
"I am disposed to think," said Mrs. Geoffrey Langford,
thoughtfully, "that it was the best thing for her to be thrown on
herself. Too much talk has always been the mischief with her, as with many
another only child, and it struck me to-day as a very good sign that
she said so little. There was something very touching in the complete
absence of moralizing to-day."
"None of her sensible sayings," said her father, with a
gratified though a grave smile. "It was perfectly open confession,
and yet with no self in it. Ever since the accident there has been a
staidness and sedateness about her manner which seemed like great
improvement, as far as I have seen. And when it was proposed for her to go
to Lady Susan, I was much pleased with her, she was so simple:
'Very well,' she said, 'I hope I shall be able to make
her comfortable:' no begging off, no heroism. And really,
Beatrice, don't you think we could make some other arrangement? It is
too great a penance for her, poor child. Lady Susan will do very well, and
I can have an eye to her; I am much inclined to leave the poor little Queen
here with you."
"No, no, Geoffrey," said his wife, "that would never
do: I do not mean on my aunt's account, but on the Busy
Bee's; I am sure, wish it as we
may," and the tears were in her eyes, "this is no time for even the semblance of neglecting a duty for her sake."
"Not so much hers as yours," said Mr. Geoffrey Langford,
"you have more on your hands than I like to leave you alone to
encounter, and she is a valuable little assistant. Besides you have been
without her so long, it is your turn to keep her now."
"No, no, no," she repeated, though not without an effort,
"it is best as it is settled for all, and decidedly so for me, for
with her to write to me about you every day, and to look after you, I shall
be a hundred times more at ease than if I thought you were working yourself
to death with no one to remonstrate."
So it remained as before decided, and the pain that the decision cost
both mother and daughter was only to be inferred by the way in which they
kept close together, as if determined not to lose unnecessarily one
fragment of each other's company; but they had very few moments alone
together, and those were chiefly employed in practical matters, in minute
directions as to the little things that conduced to keep Lady Susan in good
humour, and above all, the arrangements for papa's comfort. There was
thus not much time for Beatrice to spend with Henrietta, nor indeed would
much have resulted if there had been more. As she grew more at ease about
her brother, Henrietta had gradually resumed her usual manner, and was now
as affectionate to Beatrice as ever, but she was quite unconscious of her
previous unkindness, and therefore made no attempt to atone for it. Queen
Bee had ceased to think of it, and if a reserve had grown up between the
two girls, they neither of them perceived it.
Mr. Geoffrey Langford and his daughter set
out on their return to London so early the next morning that hardly any of the family were up; but their hurried breakfast in the grey of morning was enlivened by Alex, who came in just in time to exchange some last words with Uncle Geoffrey about his school work, and to wish Queen Bee good-bye, with hopes of a merrier meeting next summer.
It was to her, however, that Mrs. Geoffrey Langford wished most to
devote herself; viewing her case with more uneasiness than that of
Frederick, who was decidedly on the fair road to convalescence; and she
only gave him as much time as was necessary to satisfy his mother, and to
superintend the regulation of his room. He had all the society he wanted in
his sister, who was always with him, and in grandpapa and grandmamma, whose
short and frequent visits he began greatly to enjoy. He had also been more
amenable to authority of late, partly in consequence of his uncle's
warning, partly because it was not quite so easy to torment an aunt as a
mother, and partly too because, excepting al-
ways the starving system, he had nothing in particular of which to complain. His mother's illness might also have its effect in subduing him; but it did not dwell much on his spirits, or Henrietta's, as they were too much accustomed to her ill health to be easily alarmed on her account.
It was the last day of the holidays, and Alexander was to come late in
the afternoon--Fred's best time in the day--to take his
leave. All the morning Fred was rather out of spirits, and talked to
Henrietta a good deal about his school life. It might have been a
melancholy day if he had been going back to school, but it was more sad to
be obliged to stay away from the world where he had hitherto been measuring
his powers, and finding his most exciting interests. It was very mortifying
to be thus laid helplessly aside; a mere nobody, instead of an important
and leading member of a community; at such an age too that it was probable
that he would never return there again.
He began to describe to Henrietta all the scenes where he would be
missing, but not missed; the old cathedral town, with its nest of trees,
and the chalky hills; the quiet river creeping through the meadows:
the "beech-crowned steep," girdled in with the
"hollow trench that the Danish pirate made;" the old collegiate
courts, the painted windows of the chapel, the surpliced
scholars,--even the very shops in the streets had their part in his
description: and then falling into silence he sighed at the thought
that there he would be known no more,--all would go on as usual, and
after a few passing inquiries and expressions of compassion, he would be
forgotten; his rivals would pass him in the race of distinction; his
school-boy career be at an end.
His reflections were interrupted by Mrs. Langford's entrance with
Aunt Geoffrey, bringing a
message of invitation from grandpapa to Henrietta, to walk with him to Sutton Leigh. She went; and Aunt Geoffrey, after putting a book within Fred's reach, and seeing that he and grandmamma were quite willing to be companionable, again returned to his mother.
Mrs. Langford thought him low and depressed, and began talking about his
health, and the present mode of treatment,--a subject on which they
were perfectly agreed: one being as much inclined to bestow a good
diet as the other could be to receive it. If his head was still often
painfully dizzy and confused; if his eyes dazzled when he attempted to read
for a long time together; if he could not stand or walk across the room
without excessive giddiness--what was that but the effect of want of
nourishment? "If there was a craving, that was a sure sign that the
thing was wholesome." So she said, and her grandson assented with his
whole heart.
In a few minutes she left the room, and presently returned with a most
tempting-looking glass of clear amber-coloured jelly.
"O, grandmamma!" said Fred, doubtfully, though his eyes
positively lighted up at the sight.
"Yes, my dear, I had it made for your mamma, and she says it is
very good. It is as clear as possible, and quite innocent; I am sure it
must do you good."
"Thank you! O, thank you! It does look very nice," said
Fred, gazing on it with wistful eyes, "but really I do not think I
ought."
"If it was to do you any harm, I am sure I should not think of
such a thing," said Mrs. Langford. "But I have lived a good
many more years in the world than these young people, and I never saw any
good come of all this keeping low. There was old Mr. Hilton, now, that
attended all the neighbourhood round when I was a girl; he kept you low
enough while the fever was on you, but as soon as it was gone, why then re-invigorate the system,--that was what he used to say."
"Just like old Clarke, of Rocksand!" sighed Fred. "I
know my system would like nothing better than to be re-invigorated
with that splendid stuff; but you would know it would put them all in a
dreadful state if they knew it."
"Never mind," said grandmamma; "'tis all my
doing, you know. Come, to oblige me, taste it, my dear."
"One spoonful," said Fred--"to oblige
grandmamma," added he to himself: and he let grandmamma lift
him on the cushions as far as he could bear to have his head raised. He
took the spoonful, then started a little,--"There is wine in
it!" said he.
"A very little--just enough to give it a flavour; it cannot
make any difference. Do you like it, my dear?" as the spoon scooped
out another transparent rock. "Ay, that is right! I had the receipt
from my old Aunt Kitty, and nobody ever could make it like
Judith."
"I am in for it now," thought Fred. "Well, 'tis
excellent," said he; "capital stuff! I feel it all down to my
fingers' ends," added he with a smile, as he returned the
glass, after fishing in vain for the particles remaining in the small
end.
"That is right; I am so glad to see you enjoy it!" said
grandmamma, hurrying off with the empty glass with speed at which Fred
smiled, as it implied some fears of meeting Aunt Geoffrey. He knew the
nature of his own case sufficiently to be aware that he had acted very
imprudently,--that is to say, his better sense was aware--but his
spirit of self-will made him consider all these precautions as
nonsense, and was greatly confirmed by his feeling himself much more fresh
and lively. Grandmamma
returned to announce Alexander and Willy, who soon followed her, and after shaking hands, stood silent, much shocked at the alteration in Fred's appearance.
This impression, however, soon passed off, as Fred began to talk over
school affairs in a very animated manner; sending messages to his friends,
discussing the interests of the coming half-year, the games, the
studies, the employments; Alex lamenting Fred's absence, engaging to
write, undertaking numerous commissions, and even prognosticating his
speedy recovery, and attainment of that cynosure,--the prize. Never
had the two cousins met so cordially, or so enjoyed their meeting. There
was no competition; each could afford to do the other justice, and both
felt great satisfaction in doing so; and so high and even so loud became
their glee, that Alex could scarcely believe that Fred was not in perfect
health. At last Aunt Geoffrey came to put an end to it; and finding Fred so
much excited, she made Alex bring his blunt honest farewells and good
wishes to a speedy conclusion, desired Fred to lie quiet and rest, and sat
down herself to see that he did so.
Fred could not easily be brought to repose; he went on talking fast and
eagerly in praise of Alex, and in spite of her complete assent, he went on
more and more vehemently, just as if he was defending Alex from some one
who wanted to detract from his merits. She tried reading to him, but he
grew too eager about the book; and at last she rather advanced the time for
dressing for dinner, both for herself and Henrietta, and sent Bennet to sit
with him, hoping thus perforce to reduce him to a quiescent state. He was
by this means a little calmed for the rest of the evening; but so wakeful
and restless a night ensued, that he began to be alarmed, and fully came to
the conclusion that
Philip Carey was in the right after all. Towards morning, however, a short sleep visited him, and he awoke at length quite sufficiently refreshed to be self-willed as ever; and, contrary to advice, insisted on leaving his bed at his usual hour.
Philip Carey came at about twelve o'clock, and was disappointed as
well as surprised to find him so much more languid and uncomfortable, as he
could not help allowing that he felt. His pulse, too, was unsatisfactory;
but Philip thought the excitement of the interview with Alex well accounted
for the sleepless night, as well as for the exhaustion of the present
day: and Fred persuaded himself to believe so too.
Henrietta did not like to leave him to-day, but she was engaged
to take a ride with grandpapa, who felt as if the little Mary of years long
gone by was restored to him, when he had acquired a riding companion in his
granddaughter. Mrs. Langford undertook to sit with Fred, and Mrs. Geoffrey
Langford, who had been at first afraid that she would be too bustling a
nurse for him just now, seeing that he was evidently impatient to be left
alone with her, returned to Mrs. Frederick Langford, resolving, however,
not to be long absent.
In that interval Mrs. Langford brought in the inviting glass, and Fred,
in spite of his good sense, could not resist it. Perhaps the recent
irritation of Philip's last visit made him more willing to act in
opposition to his orders. At any rate, he thought of little save of
swallowing it before Aunt Geoffrey should catch him in the fact, in which
he succeeded; so that grandmamma had time to get the tell-tale glass
safely into the store-closet just as Mrs. Frederick Langford's
door was opened at the other end of the passage.
Fred's sofa cushions were all too soft or too hard
that afternoon,--too high or too low; there was a great mountain in the middle of the sofa, too, so that he could not lie on it comfortably. The room was chilly though the fire was hot, and how grandmamma did poke it! Fred thought she did nothing else the whole afternoon; and there was a certain concluding shovel that she gave to the cinders, that very nearly put him in a passion. Nothing would make him comfortable till Henrietta came in, and it seemed very long before he heard the paddock gate, and the horses' feet upon the gravel. Then he grew very much provoked because his sister went first to her mamma's room; and it was grandpapa who came to him full of a story of Henrietta's good management of her horse when they suddenly met the hounds in a narrow lane. In she came, at last, in her habit, her hair hanging loosely round her face, her cheeks and eyes lighted up by the exercise, and some early primroses in her hand, begging his pardon for having kept him waiting, but saying she thought he did not want her directly, as he had grandpapa.
Nevertheless he scolded her, ordered her specimens of the promise of
spring out of the room on an accusation of their possessing a strong scent,
made her make a complete revolution on his sofa, and then insisted on her
going on with Nicolo de Lapi, which she was translating to him from the
Italian. Warm as the room felt to her in her habit, she sat down directly,
without going to take it off; but he was not to be thus satisfied. He found
fault with her for hesitating in her translation, and desired her to read
the Italian instead; then she read first so fast that he could not follow,
and then so slowly that it was quite unbearable, and she must go on
translating. With the greatest patience and sweetest temper she obeyed;
only when next he interrupted her to find fault, she
stopped and said gently, "Dear Fred, I am afraid you are not feeling so well."
"Nonsense! What should make you think so? You think I am cross, I
suppose. Well, never mind, I will go on for myself," said he,
snatching the book.
Henrietta turned away to hide her tears, for she was too wise to
vindicate herself.
"Are you crying? I am sure I said nothing to cry about; I wish you
would not be so silly."
"If you would only let me go on, dear Fred," said she,
thinking that occupying him would be better than arguing. "It is so
dark where you are, and I will try to get on better. There is an easier
piece coming."
Fred agreed, and she went on without interruption for some little time,
till at last he grew so excited by the story as to be very angry when the
failing light obliged her to pause. She tried to extract some light from
the fire, but this was a worse offence than any; it was too bad of her,
when she knew how he hated both the sound of poking, and that horrible red
flickering light which always hurt his eyes. This dislike, which had been
one of the symptoms of the early part of his illness, so alarmed her that
she had thoughts of going to call Aunt Geoffrey, and was heartily glad to
see her enter the room.
"Well, how are you going on?" she said, cheerfully.
"Why, my dear, how hot you must be in that habit!"
"Rather," said poor Henrietta, whose face, between the heat
and her perplexity, was almost crimson. "We have been reading
'Nicolo,' and I am very much afraid it is as bad as
Alex's visit, and has excited Fred again."
"I am quite sick of hearing that word excitement!" said
Fred, impatiently.
"Almost as tired as of having your pulse felt," said Aunt
Geoffrey. "But yet I must ask you to submit to that disagreeable
necessity."
Fred moved pettishly, but as he could not refuse, he only told Henrietta
that he could not bear any one to look at him while his pulse was felt.
"Will you fetch me a candle, my dear?" said Aunt Geoffrey,
amazed as well as terrified by the fearful rapidity of the throbs, and
trying to acquire sufficient composure to count them calmly. The light
came, and still she held his wrist, beginning her reckoning again and
again, in the hope that it was only some momentary agitation that had so
quickened them.
"What! 'tis faster?" asked Fred, speaking in a hasty
alarmed tone, when she released him at last.
"You are flushed, Fred," she answered very quietly, though
she felt full of consternation. "Yes, faster than it ought to be; I
think you had better not sit up any longer this evening, or you will sleep
no better than last night."
"Very well," said Fred.
"Then I will ring for Stephens," said she.
The first thing she did on leaving his room was to go to her own, and
there write a note to young Mr. Carey, giving an account of the symptoms
that had caused her so much alarm. As she wrote them down without
exaggeration, and trying to give each its just weight, going back to
recollect the first unfavourable sign, she suddenly remembered that as she
left her sister's room, she had seen Mrs. Langford, whom she had left
with Fred, at the door of the store-closet. Could she have been
giving him any of her favourite nourishing things? Mrs. Geoffrey Langford
could hardly believe that either party could have acted so foolishly, yet
when she remembered a few words that had passed about the jelly that
morning at breakfast, she could no longer
doubt, and bitterly reproached herself for not having kept up a stricter surveillance. Of her suspicion she however said nothing, but sealing her note, she went down to the drawing-room, told Mr. Langford that she did not think Fred quite so well that evening, and asked him if he did not think it might be better to let Philip Carey know. He agreed instantly, and rang the bell to order a servant to ride to Allonfield; but Mrs. Langford, who could not bear any one but Geoffrey to act without consulting her, pitied man and horse for being out so late, and opined that Beatrice forgot that she was not in London, where the medical man could be called in so easily.
It was fortunate that it was the elder Beatrice instead of the younger,
for provoked as she already had been before with the old lady, it was not
easy even for her to make a cheerful answer. "Well, it is very kind
in you to attend to my London fancies," said she; "I think if
we can do anything to spare him such a night as the last, it should be
tried."
"Certainly, certainly," said Mr. Langford. "It is very
disappointing when he was going on so well. He must surely have been doing
something imprudent."
It was very tempting to interrogate Mrs. Langford, but her
daughter-in-law had long since come to a resolution never to
convey to her anything like reproach, let her do what she might in her
mistaken kindness of heart, or her respectable prejudices; so, without
entering on what many in her place might have made a scene of polite
recrimination, she left the room, and on her way up, heard
Frederick's door gently opened. Stephens came quickly and softly to
the end of the passage to meet her. "He is asking for you,
ma'am," said he; "I am afraid he is not so well; I did
not like to ring, for fear of alarming my mistress, but--"
Mrs. Geoffrey Langford entered the room, and found that the bustle and
exertion of being carried to his bed had brought on excessive confusion and
violent pain. He put his hand to his forehead, opened his eyes, and looked
wildly about. "Oh, Aunt Geoffrey," he exclaimed, "what
shall I do? It is as bad--worse than ever!"
"You have been doing something imprudent, I fear," said Aunt
Geoffrey, determined to come to the truth at once.
"Only that glass of jelly--if I had guessed!"
"Only one?"
"One to-day, one yesterday. It was grandmamma's
doing. Don't let her know that I told. I wish mamma was
here!"
Aunt Geoffrey tried to relieve the pain by cold applications, but could
not succeed, and Fred grew more and more alarmed.
"The inflammation is coming back!" he cried, in an agony of
apprehension that almost overcame the sense of pain. "I shall be in
danger--I shall lose my senses--I shall die! Mamma! O! where is
mamma?"
"Lie still, my dear Fred," said Mrs. Geoffrey Langford,
laying her hand on him so as to restrain his struggling movements to turn
round or to sit up. "Resistance and agitation will hurt you more than
anything else. You must control yourself, and trust to me, and you may be
sure I will do the best in my power for you. The rest is in the hands of
GOD."
"Then you think me very ill?" said Fred, trying to speak
more composedly.
"I think you will certainly make yourself very ill, unless you
will keep yourself quiet, both mind and body. There--"she
settled him as comfortably as she could: "Now I am going away
for a few minutes. Make a resolution not to stir till I
come back. Stephens is here, and I shall soon come back."
This was very unlike the way in which his mother used to beseech him as
a favour to spare her, and yet his aunt's tone was so affectionate,
as well as so authoritative, that he could not feel it unkind. She left the
room, and as soon as she found herself alone in the passage, leant against
the wall and trembled, for she felt herself for a moment quite overwhelmed,
and longed earnestly for her husband to think for her, or even for one
short interval in which to reflect. For this, however, there was no time,
and with one earnest mental supplication, summoning up her energies, she
walked on to the person whom she at that moment most dreaded to see, her
sister-in-law. She found her sitting in her arm-chair,
Henrietta with her, both looking very anxious, and she was glad to find her
prepared.
"What is it?" was the first eager question.
"He has been attempting rather too much of late," was the
answer, "and has knocked himself up. I came to tell you, because I
think I had better stay with him, and perhaps you might miss me."
"O no, no, pray go to him. Nothing satisfies me so well about him
as that you should be there, except that I cannot bear to give you so much
trouble. Don't stay here answering questions. He will be so restless
if he misses you--"
"Don't you sit imagining, Mary;
let Henrietta read to you."
This proposal made Henrietta look so piteous and wistful that her mother
said, "No, no, let her go to Freddy, poor child. I dare say he wants
her."
"By no means," said Aunt Geoffrey, opening the door;
"he will be quieter without her."
Henrietta was annoyed, and walked about the
room, instead of sitting down to read. She was too fond of her own will to like being thus checked, and she thought she had quite as good a right to be with her brother as her aunt could have. Every temper has one side or other on which it is susceptible; and this was hers. She thought it affection for her brother, whereas it was impatience of being ordered.
Her mother forced herself to speak cheerfully. "Aunt Geoffrey is a
capital nurse," said she; "there is something so decided about
her that it always does one good. It saves all the trouble and perplexity
of thinking for oneself."
"I had rather judge for myself," said Henrietta.
"That is all very well to talk of," said her mother, smiling
sadly, "but it is a very different thing when you are obliged to do
it."
"Well, what do you like to hear?" said Henrietta, who found
herself too cross for conversation. "The old man's
home?"
"Do not read unless you like it, my dear; I think you must be
tired. You would want 'lungs of brass' to go on all day to both
of us. You had better not. I should like to talk."
Henrietta being in a wilful fit, chose nevertheless to read, because it
gave her the satisfaction of feeling that Aunt Geoffrey was inflicting a
hardship upon her; although her mother would have preferred conversation.
So she took up a book, and began, without any perception of the sense of
what she was reading, but her thoughts dwelling partly on her brother, and
partly on her aunt's provoking ways. She read on through a whole
chapter, then closing the book hastily, exclaimed, "I must go and see
what Aunt Geoffrey is doing with Fred."
"She is not such a very dangerous person," said Mrs.
Frederick Langford, almost laughing at the form of the expression.
"Well, but you surely want to know how he is, mamma?"
"To be sure I do, but I am so afraid of his being disturbed. If he
was just going to sleep now."
"Yes, but you know how softly I can open the door."
"Your aunt would let us know if there was anything to hear. Pray
take care, my dear."
"I must go, I can't bear it any longer; I will only just
listen," said Henrietta; "I will not be a moment."
"Let me have the book, my dear," said her mother, who knew
but too well the length of Henrietta's moments, and who had just, by
means of a great effort, succeeded in making herself take interest in the
book.
Henrietta gave it to her, and darted off. The door of Fred's room
was ajar, and she entered. Aunt Geoffrey, Bennet, and Judith were standing
round the bed, her aunt sponging away the blood that was flowing from
Frederick's temples. His eyes were closed, and he now and then gave
long gasping sighs of oppression and faintness. "Leeches!"
thought Henrietta, as she started with consternation and displeasure.
"This is pretty strong! Without telling me or mamma! Well, this is
what I call doing something with him indeed."
She advanced to the table, but no one saw her for more than a minute,
till at last Aunt Geoffrey stepped quickly up to it in search of some
bottle.
"Let me do something," said Henrietta, catching up the
bottle that she thought likely to be the right one.
Her aunt looked vexed, and answered in a low quick tone, "You had
better stay with your mamma."
"But why are you doing this? Is he worse? Is Mr. Philip Carey
here? Has he ordered it?"
"He is not come yet. My dear, I cannot talk to you: I should
be much obliged if you would go back to your mamma."
Aunt Geoffrey went back to Fred, but a few minutes after she looked up
and still saw Henrietta standing by the table. She came up to her,
"Henrietta, you are of no use here; every additional person oppresses
him; your mamma must be kept tranquil. Why will you stay?"
"I was just going," said Henrietta, taking this hurrying as
an additional offence, and walking off in a dignified way.
It was hard to say what had affronted her most, the proceeding itself,
the neglect, or the commands which Aunt Geoffrey had presumed to lay upon
her, and away she went to her mamma, a great deal too much displeased, and
too distrustful to pay the smallest attention to any precautions which her
aunt might have tried to impress upon her.
"Well!" asked her mother anxiously.
"She would not let me stay," answered Henrietta. "She
has been putting on leeches."
"Leeches!" exclaimed her mother. "He must be much
worse. Poor fellow! Is Mr. Carey here?"
"No, that is the odd thing."
"Has he not been sent for?"
"I am sure I don't know. Aunt Geoffrey seems to like to do
things in her own way."
"It must be very bad indeed if she cannot venture to wait for
him!" said Mrs. Frederick Langford, much alarmed.
"And never to tell you!" said Henrietta.
"O, that was her consideration. She knew how foolishly anxious I
should be. I have no doubt that she is doing right. How did he seem to
be?"
"Very faint, I thought," said Henrietta, "there
seemed to be a great deal of bleeding, but Aunt Geoffrey would not let me come near."
"She knows exactly what to do," said Mrs. Frederick
Langford. "How well it was that she should be here."
Henrietta began to be so fretted at her mother's complete
confidence in her aunt, that without thinking of the consequences she tried
to argue it away. "Aunt Geoffrey is so quick--she does things
without half the consideration other people do. And she likes to settle
everything."
But happily the confiding friendship of a lifetime was too strong to be
even harassed for a moment by the petulant suspicions of an angry girl.
"My dear, if you were not vexed and anxious, I should tell you
that you were speaking very improperly of your aunt. I am perfectly
satisfied that she is doing what is right by dear Fred, as well as by me;
and if I am satisfied, no one else has any right to object."
There was nothing left for Henrietta in her present state of spirits but
to have a hearty cry, one of the best possible ways she could find of
distressing her mother, who all the time was suffering infinitely more than
she could imagine from her fears, her efforts to silence them, and the
restraint which she was exercising upon herself, longing as she did to fly
to her son's room, to see with her own eyes, and only detained by the
fear that her sudden appearance there might agitate him. The tears,
whatever might be their effect upon her, did Henrietta good, and restored
her to something more like her proper senses. She grew rather alarmed, too,
when she saw her mamma's pale looks, as she leant back almost
exhausted with anxiety and repressed agitation.
Mrs. Langford came up to bring them some tea, and she, having little
idea of the real state of things,
took so encouraging a view as to cheer them both, and her visit did much service at least to Henrietta. Then they heard sounds announcing Philip Carey's arrival, and presently after in came Bennet with a message from Mr. Frederick that he was better, and that his mother was not to be frightened. At last came Aunt Geoffrey, saying, "Well, Mary, he is better. I have been very sorry to leave you so long, and I believe Henrietta," looking at her with a smile, "thinks I have used you very ill."
"I believe she did," said her mother, "but I was sure
you would do right; you say he is better? Let me hear."
"Much better; only--. But Mary, you look quite worn out, you
should go to bed."
"Let me hear about him first."
Aunt Geoffrey accordingly told the whole history, as, perhaps, every one
would not have told it, for one portion of it in some degree justified
Henrietta's opinion that she had been doing a great deal on her own
responsibility. It had been very difficult to stop the bleeding, and Fred,
already very weak, had been so faint and exhausted that she had felt
considerable alarm, and was much rejoiced by the arrival of Philip Carey,
who had not been at home when the messenger reached his house. Now,
however, all was well; he had fully approved all that she had done, and,
although she did not repeat this to Mrs. Frederick Langford, had pronounced
that her promptitude and energy had probably saved the patient's
life. Fred, greatly relieved, had fallen asleep, and she had now come, with
almost an equal sense of relief, to tell his mother all that had passed,
and ask her pardon.
"Nay, Beatrice, what do you mean by that? Is it not what you and
Geoffrey have always done to treat him as your own son instead of mine? and
is it not almost my chief happiness to feel assured
that you always will do so? You know that is the reason I never thank you."
Henrietta hung her head, and felt that she had been very unjust and
ungrateful, more especially when her aunt said, "You thought it very
hard to have your mouth stopped, Henrietta, my dear, and I was sorry for
it, but I had not much time to be polite."
"I am sorry I was in the way," said she, an acknowledgment
such as she had seldom made.
Fred awoke the next morning much better, though greatly fallen back in
his progress towards recovery, but his mother had during the night the
worst fit of spasms from which she had ever suffered.
But Henrietta thought it all so well accounted for by all the agitations
of the evening before, that there was no reason for further anxiety.
It was a comfort to Aunt Geoffrey, who took it rather more seriously,
that she received that morning a letter from her husband, concluding,
"As to the Queen Bee, I have no doubt that you can judge of her
frame better from the tone of her letters than from anything I have to
tell. I think her essentially improved and improving, and you will think I
do not speak without warrant, when I tell you that Lady Susan expressed
herself quite warmly respecting her this morning. She continues to imagine
that she has the charge of Queen Bee, and not Queen Bee of her, and I think
it much that she has been allowed to continue in the belief. Lady Amelia
comes to-morrow, and then I hope the poor little woman's
penance may be over, for though she makes no complaints, there is no doubt
that it is a heavy one, as her thorough enjoyment of a book, and an
hour's freedom from that little gossiping flow of plaintive talk
sufficiently testify."
He was too weak to talk, but his mind was wide awake; and many an
earnest thanksgiving, and resolution strengthened by prayer, were made in
silence during the two or three days that passed, partly in such thoughts
as these, and for many hours more in sleep; while sometimes his aunt,
sometimes his sister, and sometimes even Bennet,
sat by his bed-side unchidden for not being "mamma."
"Above all," said he to himself, "he would for the
future devote himself, to make up to her for all that he had caused her to
suffer for his sake. Even if he were never to mount a horse or fire a gun
for the rest of his life, what would such a sacrifice be for such a
mother?" It was very disappointing that, at present, all he could
even attempt to do for her was to send her messages--and affection
does not travel well by message,--and at the same time to show
submission to her known wishes. And after all, it would have been difficult
not to have shown submission, for Aunt Geoffrey, as he already felt, was
not a person to be argued with, but to be obeyed; and for very shame he
could not have indulged himself in his Philippics after the proof he had
experienced of their futility.
So, partly on principle, and partly from necessity, he ceased to
grumble, and from that time forth it was wonderful how much less unpleasant
even external things appeared, and how much his health benefited by the
tranquillity of spirits thus produced. He was willing to be pleased with
all that was done with that intent; and as he grew better, it certainly was
a strange variety with which he had to be amused throughout the day. Very
good naturedly he received all such civilities, especially when Willy
brought him a bottle of the first live sticklebacks of the season,
accompanied by a message from Arthur that he hoped soon to send him
a basin of tame tadpoles,--and when John
rushed up with a basket of blind young black satin puppies, their mother
following in a state of agitation only equalled by that of Mrs. Langford
and Judith.
Willy, a nice intelligent little fellow, grew very fond of him, and
spent much time with him, taking delight in his books and prints, beyond
what could
have been thought possible in one of the Sutton Leigh party.
When he was strong enough to guide a pencil or pen, a very enjoyable
correspondence commenced between him and his mother, who was still unable
to leave her apartment; and hardly any one ever passed between the two
rooms without being the bearer of some playful greeting, or droll
descriptions of the present scene and occupation, chronicles of the
fashionable arrivals of the white clouds before the window, of a bunch of
violets, or a new book; the fashionable departure of the headache, the
fire, or a robin; notices that tom-tits were whetting their saws on
the next tree, or of the domestic proceedings of the rooks who were
building their house opposite to Mrs. Frederick Langford's window,
and whom she watched so much that she was said to be in a fair way of
solving the problem of how many sticks go to a crow's nest;
criticisms of the books read by each party, and very often a reference to
that celebrated billet, unfortunately delivered over night to Prince
Talleyrand, informing him that his devoted friend had scarcely closed her
eyes all night, and then only to dream of him!
Henrietta grew very happy. She had her brother again, as wholly hers as
in their younger days,--depending upon her, participating in all her
pleasures, or rather giving her favourite occupations double zest, by their
being for him, for his amusement. She rode and walked in the beautiful open
spring country with grandpapa, to whom she was a most valuable companion;
and on her return she had two to visit, both of whom looked forward with
keen interest and delight to hearing her histories of down and wood, of
field and valley, of farm-house, cottage, or school; had a laugh for
the least amusing circumstance, admiration for the spring flower or leaf,
and power to follow her descriptions
of budding woods, soft rising hills, and gorgeous sunsets. How her mamma enjoyed comparing notes with her about those same woods and dells, and would describe the adventures of her own youth! And now it might be noticed that she did not avoid speaking of those in which Henrietta's father had been engaged; nay, she dwelt on them by preference, and without the suppressed sigh which had formerly followed anything like a reference to him. Sometimes she would smile to identify the bold open down with