BEECHCROFT AT ROCKSTONE

by

Charlotte M Yonge

CHAPTER I. A DISPERSION

'A telegram! Make haste and open it, Jane; they always make me sonervous! I believe that is the reason Reginald always _will_telegraph when he is coming, ' said Miss Adeline Mohun, a very pretty, well preserved, though delicate-looking lady of some age about forty, as her elder sister, brisk and lively and some years older, came intothe room. 

'No, it is not Reggie. It is from Lily. Poor Lily! Jasper---accident---Come. '

'Poor dear Lily! Is it young Jasper or old Jasper, I wonder?'

'If it were young Jasper she would have put Japs. I am afraid it isher husband. If so, she will be going off to him. I must catch the11. 20 train. Will you come, Ada?'

'Oh no; I should be knocked up, and on your hands. The suspense isbad enough at home. '

'If it is old Jasper, we shall see in the paper to-day. I will sendit down to you from the station. Supposing it is Sir Jasper, and shewants to go out to him, we must take in some of the children. '

'Oh! Dear little Primrose would be nice enough, but what should wedo with that Halfpenny woman? If we had the other girls, I supposethey would be at school all day; but surely some might go toBeechcroft. And mind, Jane, I will not have you overtaskingyourself! Do not take any of them without having Gillian to helpyou. That I stipulate. '

Jane Mohun seemed as if she did not hear as these sentences wereuttered at intervals, while she stood dashing off postcards at herdavenport. Then she said, on her way to the door---

'Don't expect me to-night. I will send Fanny to ask one of theWellands to come in to you, and telegraph if I bring any one homewith me. '

'But, Jane dear--'

However, the door was shut, and by the time Miss Adeline had reachedher sister's room, the ever-ready bag was nearly packed. 

'I only wanted to say, dear Jane, that you must give my love to dearLily. I am grieved---grieved for her; but indeed you must notundertake anything rash. ' (A shake of the head, as the shoes wentinto their neat bag. ) 'Do not let her persuade you to stay atSilverfold in her absence. You cannot give up everything here'

'Yes, yes, Ada, I know it does not suit you. Never fear. '

'It is not that, but you are much too useful here to drop everything, especially now every one is away. I would willingly sacrificemyself, but--'

'Yes, I know, Ada dear. Now, good-bye, and take care of yourself, and don't be nervous. It may mean only that young Japs has twistedhis little finger. '

And with a kiss, Miss Mohun ran downstairs as fast and lightly as ifher years had been half their amount, and accomplished her orders toFanny---otherwise Mrs. Mount---a Beechcroft native, who, on being lefta widow, had returned to her former mistresses, bringing with her adaughter, who had grown up into an efficient housemaid. After a fewwords with her, Miss Mohun sped on, finding time at the station topurchase a morning paper just come down, and to read among thetelegrams---

 'COLOMBO, Sept. 3rd. 'Lieutenant-General Sir Jasper Merrifield, G. C. B. , has been thrownfrom his horse, and received severe injuries. '

She despatched this paper to her sister by a special messenger, whomshe had captured by the way, and was soon after in the train, knitting and pondering. 

At Silverton station she saw the pony carriage, and in it her nieceGillian, a girl not quite seventeen, with brown eyes showing tracesof tears. 

'Mamma knew you would come, ' she said. 

'You have heard direct, of course. '

'Yes; Claude telegraphed. The horse fell over a precipice. Papa'sleg and three ribs are broken. Not dangerous. That is all it says;and mamma is going out to him directly. '

'I was quite sure she would. Well, Gillian, we must do the best wecan. Has she any plans?'

'I think she waited for you to settle them. Hal is come; he wantedto go with her, but she says it will cost too much, and besides, there is his Ordination in Advent. '

'Has she telegraphed to your uncles?'

'To Beechcroft and to Stokesley; but we don't quite know where UncleReginald is. Perhaps he will see the paper. '

Gillian's tears were flowing again, and her aunt said---

'Come, my dear, you must not give way; you must do all you can tomake it better for your mother. '

'I know, ' she answered. 'Indeed, I didn't cry till I sat waiting, and it all came over me. Poor papa! and what a journey mamma willhave, and how dreadful it will be without her! But I know that it ishorrid of me, when papa and my sisters must want her so much more. '

'That's right---quite right to keep up before her. It does not soundto me so bad, after all; perhaps they will telegraph again to stopher. Did Claude ask her to come out?'

'Oh no! There were only those few words. '

No more could be learnt till the pony stopped at the door, and Halran out to hand out his aunt, and beg her privately to persuade hismother to take him, or, if she would not consent to that, at least tohave Macrae, the old soldier-servant, with her---it was not fit forher to travel alone. 

Lady Merrifield looked very pale, and squeezed her sister close inher arms as she said---

'You are my great help, Jenny. '

'And must you go?'

'Yes, certainly. '

'Without waiting to hear more?'

'There is no use in losing time. I cannot cross from Folkestone tillthe day after to-morrow, at night. I must go to London to-morrow, and sleep at Mrs. Merrifield's. '

'But this does not seem to me so very bad. '

'Oh, no, no! but when I get there in three weeks' time, it will bejust when I shall be most wanted. The nursing will have told on thegirls, and Jasper will be feeling weary of being laid up, and wantingto take liberties. '

'And what will you be after such a journey?'

'Just up to keeping him in order. Come, you have too much sense toexpostulate, Jenny. '

'No; you would wear yourself to fiddle-strings if you stayed at home. I only want you to take Hal, or Macrae. '

'Hal is out of the question, I would not interfere with hispreparation on any account. Macrae would be a very costly article;and, moreover, I want him to act major-domo here, unless you would, and that I don't dare to hope for. '

'No, you must not, Lily; Ada never feels well here, nor always atBrighton, and Emily would be too nervous to have her without me. But we will take as many children as you please, or we have roomfor. '

'That is like you, Jenny. I know William will offer to take them inat home, but I cannot send them without Miss Vincent; and she cannotleave her mother, who has had a sort of stroke. Otherwise I shouldtry leaving them here while I am away, but the poor old lady is in nostate for it---in fact, I doubt her living long. '

'I know; you have been governess by yourself these last weeks; itwill be well to relieve her. The best way will be for us to takeMysie and Valetta, and let them go to the High School; and there is acapital day-school for little boys, close to St. Andrew's, forFergus, and Gillian can go there too, or join classes in whatever shepleases. '

'My Brownie! Have you really room for all those?'

'Oh yes! The three girls in the spare room and dressing-room, andFergus in the little room over the porch. I will write to Fanny; Igave her a hint. '

'And I have no doubt that Primrose will be a delight to her auntAlethea, poor little dear! Yes, that makes it all easy, for in theholidays I know the boys are sure of a welcome at the dear old home, or Hal might have one or two of them at his Curacy. '

The gong sounded for the melancholy dinner that had to go on all thesame, and in the midst all were startled by the arrival of atelegram, which Macrae, looking awestruck, actually delivered toHarry instead of to his mistress; but it was not from Ceylon. It wasfrom Colonel Mohun, from Beechcroft: 'Coming 6. 30. Going with you. Send children here. '

Never were twenty words, including addresses, more satisfactory. Thetears came, for the first time, to Lady Merrifield's eyes at thekindness of her brothers, and Harry was quite satisfied that hisuncle would be a far better escort than himself or Macrae. Aunt Janewent off to send her telegram home and write some needful letters, and Lady Merrifield announced her arrangements to those whom theyconcerned. 

'Oh! mamma, don't, ' exclaimed Valetta; 'all the guinea-pigs willdie. '

'I thought, ' said Gillian, 'that we might stay here with Miss Vincentto look after us. '

'That will not do in her mother's state. Mrs. Vincent cannot bemoved up here, and I could not lay such a burthen on them. '

'We would be very good, ' said Val. 

'That, I hope, you will be any way; but I think it will be easier atRockstone, and I am quite sure that papa and I shall be bettersatisfied about you. '

'Mayn't we take Quiz!' asked Fergus. 

'And Rigdum Funnidos?' cried Valetta. 

'And Ruff and Ring?' chimed in Mysie. 

'My dear children, I don't see how Aunt Jane can be troubled with anymore animals than your four selves. You must ask her, only do not besurprised or put out if she refuses, for I don't believe you can keepanything there. '

Off the three younger ones went, Gillian observing, 'I don't see howthey can, unless it was Quiz; but, mamma, don't you think I might goto Beechcroft with Primrose? I should be so much quieter working forthe examination there, and I could send my exercises to Miss Vincent;and then I should keep up Prim's lessons. '

'Your aunt Alethea will, I know, like doing that, my dear; and I amafraid to turn those creatures loose on the aunts without some one tolook after them and their clothes. Fanny will be very helpful; butit will not do to throw too much on her. '

'Oh! I thought they would have Lois---'

'There would not be room for her; besides that, I don't think itwould suit your aunts. You and Mysie ought to do all the mending foryourselves and Fergus, and what Valetta cannot manage. I know youwould rather be at Beechcroft, my dear; but in this distress anddifficulty, some individual likings must be given up. '

'Yes, mamma. '

Lady Merrifield looked rather dubiously at her daughter. She hadvery little time, and did not want to have an argument, nor to elicitmurmurs, yet it might be better to see what was in Gillian's mindbefore it was too late. Mothers, very fond of their own sisters, cannot always understand why it is not the same with their daughters, who inherit another element of inherited character, and of anothergeneration, and who have not been welded together with the aunts inchildhood. 'My dear, ' she said, 'you know I am quite ready to hearif you have any real reasonable objection to this arrangement. '

'No, mamma, I don't think I have, ' said Gillian thoughtfully. 'Thenot liking always meeting a lot of strangers, nor the general bustle, is all nonsense, I know quite well. I see it is best for thechildren, but I should like to know exactly who is to be in authorityover them. '

'Certainly Aunt Jane, ' replied Lady Merrifield. 'She must be theultimate authority. Of course you will check the younger ones inanything going wrong, as you would here, and very likely there willbe more restrictions. Aunt Ada has to be considered, and it will bea town life; but remember that your aunt is mistress of the house, and that even if you do think her arrangements uncalled for, it isyour duty to help the others to submit cheerfully. Say anything youplease fully and freely in your letters to me, but don't let there beany collisions of authority. Jane will listen kindly, I know, inprivate to any representation you may like to make, but to say beforethe children, "Mamma always lets them, " would be most mischievous. '

'I see, ' said Gillian. 'Indeed, I will do my best, mamma, and itwill not be for very long. '

'I hope and trust not, my dear child. Perhaps we shall all meet byEaster---papa, and all; but you must not make too sure. There may bedelays. Now I must see Halfpenny. I cannot talk to you any more, myGillyflower, though I am leaving volumes unsaid. 

Gillian found Aunt Jane emerging from her room, and beset by herthree future guests. 

'Aunt Jane, may we bring Quiz?'

'And Rigdum Funnidos and Lady Rigdum?'

'And Ruff and Ring? They are the sweetest doves in the world. '

'Doves! Oh, Mysie, they would drive your aunt Ada distracted, withcoo-roo-roo at four o'clock in the morning, just as she goes off tosleep. '

'The Rigdums make no noise but a dear little chirp, ' triumphantlyexclaimed Valetta. 

'Do you mean the kittens? We have a vacancy for one cat, you know. '

Oh yes, we want you to choose between Artaxerxes and the Sofy. Butthe Rigdums are the eldest pair of guinea-pigs. They are so fond ofme, that I know poor old Funnidos will die of grief if I go away andleave him. '

'I sincerely hope not, Valetta, for, indeed, there is no place to puthim in. '

'I don't think he would mind living in the cellar if he only saw meonce a day, ' piteously pleaded Valetta. 

'Indeed, Val, the dark and damp would surely kill the poor thing, inspite of your attentions. You must make up your mind to separationfrom your pets, excepting the kitten. '

Valetta burst out crying at this last drop that made the bucketoverflow, but Fergus exclaimed: 'Quiz! Aunt Jane! He always goesabout with us, and always behaves like a gentleman, don't you, Quizzy?' and the little Maltese, who perfectly well understood thatthere was trouble in the air, sat straight up, crossed his paws, andlooked touchingly wistful. 

'Poor dear little fellow!' said Aunt Jane; 'yes, I knew he would begood, but Kunz would be horribly, jealous, you see; he is an onlydog, and can't bear to have his premises invaded. '

'He ought to be taught better, ' said Fergus gravely. 

'So he ought, ' Aunt Jane confessed; 'but he is too old to beginlearning, and Aunt Ada and Mrs. Mount would never bear to see himdisturbed. Besides, I really do not think Quiz would be half so welloff there as among his own friends and places here, with Macrae totake care of him. ' Then as Fergus began to pucker his face, sheadded, 'I am really very sorry to be so disagreeable. '

'The children must not be unreasonable, ' said Gillian sagely, as shecame up. 

'And I am to choose between Xerxes and Artaxerxes, is it?' said AuntJane. 

'No, the Sofy, ' said Mysie. 'A Sofy is a Persian philosopher, andthis kitten has got the wisest face. '

'Run and fetch them, ' suggested her aunt, 'and then we can choose. Oh, ' she added, with some relief at the thought, 'if it is an objectto dispose of Cockie, we could manage him. '

The two younger ones were gratified, but Gillian and Mysie bothexclaimed that Cockie's exclusive affections were devoted to Macrae, and that they could not answer for his temper under the separation. To break up such a household was decidedly the Goose, Fox, andCabbage problem. As Mysie observed, in the course of the search forthe kittens, in the make-the-best-of-it tone, 'It was not so bad asthe former moves, when they were leaving a place for good and all. '

'Ah, but no place was ever so good as this, ' said poor Valetta. 

'Don't be such a little donkey, ' said Fergus consequentially. 'Don'tyou know we are going to school, and I am three years younger thanWilfred was?'

'It is only a petticoat school, ' said Val, 'kept by ladies. '

'It isn't. '

'It is; I heard Harry say so. '

'And yours is all butchers and bakers and candlestick makers. '

On which they fell on each other, each with a howl of defiance. Fergus grabbed at Val's pigtail, and she was buffeting him vehementlywhen Harry came out, held them apart, and demanded if this were theway to make their mother easy in leaving them. 

'She said it was a pet-pet-petticoat school, ' sobbed Fergus. 

'And so it ought to be, for boys that fight with girls. '

'And he said mine was all butchers and bakers and candlestickmakers, ' whined Valetta. 

'Then you'd better learn manners, or they'll take you for a tramp, 'observed Harry; but at that moment Mysie broke in with a shout athaving discovered the kittens making a plaything of the best librarypen-wiper, their mother, the sleek Begum, abetting them, and theywere borne off to display the coming glories of their deep fur toAunt Jane. 

Her choice fell upon the Sofy, as much because of the convenience ofthe name as because of the preternatural wisdom of expressionimparted by the sweep of the black lines on the gray visage. Mr. Pollock's landlady was to be the happy possessor of Artaxerxes, andthe turbulent portion of the Household was disposed of to bear himthither, and to beg Miss Hacket to give Buff and Ring the run of hercage, whence they had originally come, also to deliver variousmessages and notes. 

By the time they returned, Colonel Mohun was met in the hall by hissister. 'Oh, Reggie, it is too good in you!' were the words thatcame with her fervent kiss. 'Remember how many years I have beenseasoned to being "cockit up on a baggage waggon. " Ought not such anold soldier as I to be able to take care of myself?'

'And what would your husband say to you when you got there? Andshould not I catch it from William? Well, are you packing up theyouthful family for Beechcroft, except that at Rotherwood they areshrieking for Mysie?'

'I know how good William and Alethea would be. This child, ' pointingto Primrose, who had been hanging on her all day in silence, 'is togo to them; but as I can't send Miss Vincent, educational advantages, as the advertisements say, lie on the side of Rockstone; so Jennyhere undertakes to be troubled with the rabble. '

'But Mysie? Rotherwood met me at the station and begged me to obtainher from you. They really wish it. '

'He does, I have no doubt. '

'So does Madame la Marquise. They have been anxious about littlePhyllis all the summer. She was languid and off her feed in London, and did not pick up at home as they expected. My belief is that itis too much governess and too little play, and that a fortnight herewould set her up again. Rotherwood himself thinks so, and Victoriahas some such inkling. At any rate, they are urgent to have Mysiewith the child, as the next best thing. '

'Poor dear little Fly!' ejaculated Lady Merrifield; 'but I am afraidMysie was not very happy there last year. '

'And what would be the effect of all the overdoing?' said Miss Mohun. 

'Mysie is tougher than that sprite, and I suppose there is somerelaxation, ' said Lady Merrifield. 

'Yes; the doctors have frightened them sufficiently for the present. 

'I suppose Mysie is a prescription, poor child, ' said her aunt, in atone that evoked from her brother---

'Jealous, Jenny?'

'Well, Jane, ' said Lady Merrifield, 'you know how thankful I am toyou and Ada, but I am inclined to let it depend on the letters I getto-morrow, and the way Victoria takes it. If it is really an earnestwish on that dear little Fly's account, I could not withstand oldRotherwood, and though Mysie might be less happy than she would bewith you, I do not think any harm will be done. Everything there issound and conscientious, and if she picks up a little polish, itwon't hurt her. '

'Shall you give her the choice?'

'I see no good in rending the poor child's mind between twoaffections, especially as there will be a very short time to decidein, for I shall certainly not send her if Victoria's is a mere dutyletter. '

'You are quite right there, Lily, ' said the Colonel. 'The lesschoice the greater comfort. '

'Well done, sir soldier, ' said his sister Jane. 'I say quite righttoo; only, for my own sake, I wish it had been Valetta. '

'So no doubt does she, ' said the mother; 'but unluckily it isn't. And, indeed, I don't think I wish it. Val is safer with you. AsGillian expressed it the other day, "Val does right when she likesit; Mysie does right when she knows it. "'

'You have the compliment after all, Jane, ' said the Colonel. 'Lilytrusts you with the child she doesn't trust!'

There was no doubt the next morning, for Lady Rotherwood wrote anearnest, affectionate letter, begging for Mysie, who, she said, hadwon such golden opinions in her former visit that it would be a realbenefit to Phyllis, as much morally as physically, to have hercompanionship. It was the tenderest letter that either of thesisters had ever seen from the judicious and excellent Marchioness, full of warm sympathy for Lady Merrifield's anxiety for her husband, and betraying much solicitude for her little girl. 

'It has done her good, ' said Jane Mohun. 'I did not think she hadsuch a soft spot. '

'Poor Victoria, ' said Lady Merrifield, 'that is a shame. You knowshe is an excellent mother. '

'Too excellent, that's the very thing, ' muttered Aunt Jane. 'Well, Mysie's fate is settled, and I dare say it will turn out for thebest. '

So Mysie was to go with Mrs. Halfpenny and Primrose to Beechcroft, whence the Rotherwoods would fetch her. If the lady's letter hadbeen much less urgent, who could have withstood her lord'spostscript: 'If you could see the little pale face light up at thebare notion of seeing Mysie, you would know how grateful we shall befor her. '

Mysie herself heard her destiny without much elation, though she wasvery fond of Lady Phyllis, and the tears came into her eyes at thethought of her being unwell and wanting her. 

'Mamma said we must not grumble, ' she said to Gillian; 'but I shallfeel so lost without you and Val. It is so unhomish, and there'sthat dreadful German Fraulein, who was not at home last time. '

'If you told mamma, perhaps she would let you stay, ' returnedGillian. 'I know I should hate it, worse than I do going toRockstone and without you. '

'That would be unkind to poor Fly, ' said Mysie. 'Besides, mamma saidshe could not have settling and unsettling for ever. And I shall seePrimrose sometimes; besides, I do love Fly. It's marching orders, you know. '

It was Valetta who made the most objection. She declared that it wasnot fair that Mysie, who had been to the ball at Rotherwood, shouldgo again to live with lords and ladies, while she went to a nastyday-school with butchers' and bakers' daughters. She hoped sheshould grow horridly vulgar, and if mamma did not like it, it wouldbe her own fault!

Mrs. Halfpenny, who did not like to have to separate Mysie's clothesfrom the rest after they were packed, rather favoured thisnaughtiness by observing: 'The old blue merino might stay at home. Miss Mysie would be too set up to wear that among her fine folk. Sether up, that she should have all the treats, while her own MissGillian was turned over to the auld aunties!'

'Nonsense, nurse, ' said Gillian. 'I'm much better pleased to go andbe of some use! Val, you naughty child, how dare you make such afuss?' for Valetta was crying again. 

'I hate school, and I hate Rockstone, and I don't see why Mysieshould always go everywhere, and wear new frocks, and I go to thebutchers and bakers and wear horrid old ones. '

'I wish you could come too, ' said Mysie; 'but indeed old frocks arethe nicest, because one is not bothered to take so much care of them;and lords and ladies aren't a bit better to play with than, otherpeople. In fact, Ivy is what Japs calls a muff and a stick. '

Valetta, however, cried on, and Mysie went the length of repairing toher mother, in the midst of her last notes and packings, to entreatto change with Val, who followed on tip-toe. 

'Certainly not, ' was the answer from Lady Merrifield, who was beingworried on all sides, 'Valetta is not asked, and she is not behavingso that I could accept for her if she were. '

And Val had to turn away in floods of tears, which redoubled on beingtold by the united voices of her brothers and sisters that they wereashamed of her for being so selfish as to cry for herself when allwere in so much trouble about papa. 

Lady Merrifield caught some of the last words. 'No, my dear, ' shesaid. 'That is not quite just or kind. It is being unhappy thatmakes poor Val so ready to cry about her own grievances. Only, Val, come here, and remember that fretting is not the way to meet suchthings. There is a better way, my child, and I think you know what Imean. Now, to help you through the time in an outer way, suppose youeach set yourself some one thing to improve in while I am away. Don't tell me what it is, but let me find out when I come home. 'With that she obeyed an urgent summons to speak to the gardener. 

'I shall! I shall, ' cried little Primrose, 'write a whole copy-bookin single lines! And won't mamma be pleased? What shall you do, Fergus? and Val? and Mysie?'

'I shall get to spin my peg-top so as it will never tumble down, andwill turn an engine for drawing water, ' was the prompt answer ofFergus. 

'What nonsense!' said Val; 'you'd better settle to get your longdivision sums right. '

'That s girls' stuff, ' replied Fergus; 'you'd better settle to leaveoff crying for nothing. '

'That you had!' said several voices, and Val very nearly cried againas she exclaimed: 'Don't be all so tiresome. I shall make mamma abeautiful crewel cushion, with all the battles in history on it. Andwon't she be surprised!'

'I think mamma meant more than that, ' said Mysie. 

'Oh, Mysie, what shall you do?' asked Primrose. 

'I did think of getting to translate one of mamma's favourite Germanstories quite through to her without wanting the dictionary orstumbling one bit, ' said Mysie; 'but I am sure she meant somethingbetter and better, and I'm thinking what it is---Perhaps it is makingall little Flossie Maddin's clothes, a whole suit all oneself---Orperhaps it is manners. What do you think, Gill?'

'I should say most likely it was manners for you, ' volunteered Harry, 'and the extra you are most likely to acquire at Rotherwood. '

'I'm so glad, ' said Mysie. 

'And you, Gill, ' inquired Primrose, 'what will you do? Mine is acopy-book, and Fergus's is the spinning-top-engines, and rule ofthree; and Val's is a crewel battle cushion and not crying; andMysie's is German stories and manners; and what's yours, Gill?'

'Gill is so grown up, she is too good to want an inside thing'announced Primrose. 

'Oh, Prim, you dear little thing, ' cried both elder brother andsister, as they thought with a sort of pang of the child's opinion ofgrown-up impeccability. 

'Harry is grown up more, ' put in Fergus; 'why don't you ask him?'

'Because I know, ' said Primrose, with a pretty shyness, and as theypressed her, she whispered, 'He is going to be a clergyman. '

There was a call for Mysie and Val from upstairs, and as the youngerpopulation scampered off, Gillian said to her brother---

'Is not it like "occupy till I come"?'

'So I was thinking, ' said Harry gravely. 'But one must be as youngas Mysie to throw one's "inside things" into the general stock ofresolutions. '

'Yes, ' said Gillian, with uplifted eyes. 'I do---I do hope to dosomething. '

Some great thing was her unspoken thought---some great and excellentachievement to be laid before her mother on her return. There was atale begun in imitation of Bessie Merrifield, called "Hilda'sExperiences". Suppose that was finished, printed, published, splendidly reviewed. Would not that be a great thing? But alas, shewas under a tacit engagement never to touch it in the hours of study. 

CHAPTER II. ROCKQUAY

The actual moment of a parting is often softened by the confusion ofdeparture. That of the Merrifield family took place at the junction, where Lady Merrifield with her brother remained in the train, to becarried on to London. 

Gillian, Valetta, and Fergus, with their aunt, changed into a trainfor Rockstone, and Harry was to return to his theological college, after seeing Mysie and Primrose off with nurse on their way to theancestral Beechcroft, whence Mysie was to be fetched to Rotherwood. The last thing that met Lady Merrifield's eyes was Mrs. Halfpennygesticulating wildly, under the impression that Mysie's box was goingoff to London. 

And Gillian's tears were choked in the scurry to avoid a smoking-carriage, while Harry could not help thinking---half blaming himselffor so doing---that Mysie expended more feeling in parting with Sofy, the kitten, than with her sisters, not perceiving that pussy was thesafety-valve for the poor child's demonstrations of all the sorrowthat was oppressing her. 

Gillian, in the corner of a Rockstone carriage, had time for the fullheart-sickness and tumult of fear that causes such acute suffering toyoung hearts. It is quite a mistake to say that youth suffers lessfrom apprehension than does age; indeed, the very inexperience andnovelty add to the alarms, where there is no background of anxietiesthat have ended happily, only a crowd of examples of other people'smisfortunes. The difference is in the greater elasticity and powerof being distracted by outward circumstances; and thus lookers-onnever guess at the terrific possibilities that have scared theimagination, and the secret ejaculations that have met them. Howmany times on that brief journey had not Gillian seen her fatherdying, her sisters in despair, her mother crushed in the train, wrecked in the steamer, perishing of the climate, or arriving to findall over and dying of the shock; yet all was varied by speculationson the great thing that was to offer itself to be done, and thedelight it would give, and when the train slackened, anxieties weremerged in the care for bags, baskets, and umbrellas. 

Rockstone and Rockquay had once been separate places---a littlevillage perched on a cliff of a promontory, and a small fishinghamlet within the bay, but these had become merged in one, sincefashion had chosen them as a winter resort. Speculators blasted awaysuch of the rocks as they had not covered with lodging-houses anddesirable residences. The inhabitants of the two places had theirseparate churches, and knew their own bounds perfectly well; but tothe casual observer, the chief distinction between them was thatRockstone was the more fashionable, Rockquay the more commercial, although the one had its shops, the other its handsome crescents andvillas. The station was at Rockquay, and there was an uphill driveto reach Rockstone, where the two Miss Mohuns had been earlyinhabitants---had named their cottage Beechcroft after their nativehome, and, to justify the title, had flanked the gate with two copperbeeches, which had attained a fair growth, in spite of sea winds, perhaps because sheltered by the house on the other side. 

The garden reached out to the verge of the cliff, or rather to a lowwall, with iron rails and spikes at the top, and a narrow, rathergiddy path beyond. There was a gate in the wall, the key of whichAunt Jane kept in her own pocket, as it gave near access to certainrocky steps, about one hundred and thirty in number, by which, whenin haste, the inhabitants of Rockstone could descend to the lowerregions of the Quay. 

There was a most beautiful sea-view from the house, which compensatedfor difficulties in gardening in such a situation, though a veryslight slope inwards from the verge of the cliff gave some protectionto the flower-beds; and there was not only a little conservatoryattached to the drawing-room at the end, but the verandah had glassshutters, which served the purpose of protecting tender plants, andalso the windows, from the full blast of the winter storms. MissMohun was very proud of these shutters, which made a winter garden ofthe verandah for Miss Adeline to take exercise in. The house wastheir own, and, though it aimed at no particular beauty, had grownpleasant and pretty looking by force of being lived in and madecomfortable. 

It was a contrast to its neighbours on either side of its pink andgray limestone wall. On one side began the grounds of the GreatRockstone Hotel; on the other was Cliff House, the big and seldom-inhabited house of one of the chief partners in the marble works, which went on on the other side of the promontory, and some peoplesaid would one day consume Rockstone altogether. It was a very finehouse, and the gardens were reported to be beautifully kept up, butthe owner was almost always in Italy, and had so seldom been atRockstone that it was understood that all this was the ostentation ofa man who did not know what to do with his money. 

Aunt Adeline met the travellers at the door with her charmingwelcome. Kunz, all snowy white, wagged his tight-curled tail amidhis barks, at sight of Aunt Jane, but capered wildly about the Sofy'sbasket, much to Valetta's agony; while growls, as thunderous as asmall kitten could produce, proceeded therefrom. 

'Kunz, be quiet, ' said Aunt Jane, in a solemn, to-be-minded voice, and he crouched, blinking up with his dark eye. 

'Give me the basket. Now, Kunz, this is our cat. Do you hear? Youare not to meddle with her. '

Did Kunz really wink assent---a very unwilling assent?

'Oh, Aunt Jane!' from Val, as her aunt's fingers undid the cover ofthe basket. 

'Once for all!' said Aunt Jane. 

'M-m-m-m-ps-pss-psss!' from the Sofy, two screams from Val andFergus, a buffeting of paws, a couple of wild bounds, first on achair-back, then on the mantelpiece, where, between the bronzecandlestick and the vase, the Persian philosopher stood hissing andswearing, while Kunz danced about and barked. 

'Take her down, Gillian, ' said Aunt Jane; and Gillian, who had somepresence of mind, accomplished it with soothing words, and, thanks toher gloves, only one scratch. 

Meantime Miss Mohun caught up Kunz, held up her finger to him, stopped his barks; and then, in spite of the 'Oh, don'ts, ' and eventhe tears of Valetta, the two were held up---black nose to pink nose, with a resolute 'Now, you are to behave well to each other, from AuntJane. 

Kunz sniffed, the Sofy hissed; but her claws were captive. The dogwas the elder and more rational, and when set down again took no morenotice of his enemy, whom Valetta was advised to carry into Mrs. Mount's quarters to be comforted and made at home there; the unitedvoice of the household declaring that the honour of the Spitz was asspotless as his coat!

Such was the first arrival at Rockstone, preceding even AuntAdeline's inquiries after Mysie, and the full explanation of theparticulars of the family dispersion. Aunt Ada's welcome was not atall like that of Kunz. She was very tender and caressing, andrejoiced that her sister could trust her children to her. Theyshould all get on most happily together, she had no doubt. 

True-hearted as Gillian was, there was something hopeful andrefreshing in the sight of that fair, smiling face, and the touch ofthe soft hand, in the room that was by no means unfamiliar, thoughshe had never slept in the house before. It was growing dark, andthe little fire lighted it up in a friendly manner. Wherever AuntJane was, everything was neat; wherever Aunt Adeline was, everythingwas graceful. Gillian was old enough to like the general prettiness;but it somewhat awed Val and Fergus, who stood straight and shy tillthey were taken upstairs. The two girls had a very pretty room anddressing-room---the guest chamber, in fact; and Fergus was not faroff, in a small apartment which, as Val said, 'stood on legs, ' andformed the shelter of the porch. 

'But, oh dear! oh dear!' sighed Val, as Gillian unpacked theirevening garments, 'Isn't there any nice place at all where one canmake a mess?'

'I don't know whether the aunts will ever let us make a mess, ' saidGillian; 'they don't look like it. '

At which Valetta's face puckered up in the way only too familiar toher friends. 

'Come, don't be silly, Val. You won't have much time, you know; youwill go to school, and get some friends to play with, and not want tomake messes here. '

'I hate friends!'

'Oh, Val!'

'All but Fly, and Mysie is gone to her. I want Mysie. '

So in truth did Gillian, almost as much as her mother. Her heartsank as she thought of having Val and Fergus to save from scrapeswithout Mysie's readiness and good humour. If Mysie were but thereshe should be free for her 'great thing. ' And oh! above all, Val'shair---the brown bush that Val had a delusion that she 'did' herself, but which her 'doing' left looking rather worse than it did before, and which was not permitted in public to be in the convenient tail. Gillian advanced on her with the brush, but she tossed it anddeclared it all right!

However, at that moment there was a knock. Mrs. Mount's kindly faceand stout form appeared. She had dressed Miss Ada and came to seewhat she could do for the young people, being of that delightfulclass of old servants who are charmed to have anything young in thehouse, especially a boy. She took Valetta's refractory mane in hand, tied her sash, inspected Fergus's hands, which had succeeded ingetting dirty in their inevitable fashion, and undertook all theunpacking and arranging. To Val's inquiry whether there was anyplace for making 'a dear delightful mess' she replied with a curiouslittle friendly smile, and wonder that a young lady should want sucha thing. 

'I'm afraid we are all rather strange specimens of young ladies, 'replied Gillian; 'very untidy, I mean. '

'And I'm sure I don't know what Miss Mohun and Miss Ada will say'said good Mrs. Mount. 

'What's that? What am I to say?' asked Aunt Jane, coming into theroom. 

But, after all, Aunt Jane proved to have more sympathy with 'messes'than any of the others. She knew very well that the children wouldbe far less troublesome if they had a place to themselves, and shesaid, 'Well, Val, you shall have the boxroom in the attics. Andmind, you must keep all your goods there, both of you. If I findthem about the house, I shall---'

'Oh, what, Aunt Jane?'

'Confiscate them, ' was the reply, in a very awful voice, whichimpressed Fergus the more because he did not understand the word. 

'You need not look so much alarmed, Fergus, ' said Gillian; 'you arenot at all the likely one to transgress. '

'No, ' said Valetta gravely. 'Fergus is what Lois calls a regular oldbattledore. '

'I won't be called names, ' exclaimed Fergus. 

'Well, Lois said so---when you were so cross because the poker had goton the same side as the tongs! She said she never saw such an oldbattledore, and you know how all the others took it up. '

'Shuttlecock yourself then!' angrily responded Fergus, while bothaunt and sister were laughing too much to interfere. 

'I shall call you a little Uncle Maurice instead, ' said Aunt Jane. 'How things come round! Perhaps you would not believe, Gill, thatAunt Ada was once in a scrape, when she was our Mrs. Malaprop, forapplying that same epithet on hearsay to Maurice. '

This laugh made Gillian feel more at home with her aunt, and theywent up happily together for the introduction to the lumber-room, nota very spacious place, and with a window leading out to the leads. Aunt Jane proceeded to put the children on their word of honour notto attempt to make an exit thereby, which Gillian thoughtunnecessary, since this pair were not enterprising. 

The evening went off happily. Aunt Jane produced one of the oldgames which had been played at the elder Beechcroft, and had acertain historic character in the eyes of the young people. It wasone of those variations of the Game of the Goose that were once heldto be improving, and their mother had often told them how the familyhad agreed to prove whether honesty is really the best policy, andhow it had been agreed that all should cheat as desperately aspossible, except 'honest Phyl, ' who _couldn't_; and how, by someextraordinary combination, good for their morals, she actually wasthe winner. It was immensely interesting to see the identical much-worn sheet of dilapidated pictures with the padlock, almost close tothe goal, sending the counter back almost to the beginning in searchof the key. Still more interesting was the imitation, "in verywonderful drawing, devised by mamma, of the career of a true knight---from pagedom upwards---in pale watery Prussian-blue armour, a crimsonscarf, vermilion plume, gamboge spurs, and very peculiar arms andlegs. But, as Valetta observed, it must have been much moreinteresting to draw such things as that than stupid freehand linesand twists with no sense at all in them. 

Aunt Ada, being subject to asthmatic nights, never came down tobreakfast, and, indeed, it was at an hour that Gillian thoughtfearfully early; but her Aunt Jane was used to making every hour ofthe day available, and later rising would have prevented the twochildren from being in time for the schools, to which they were to goon the Monday. Some of Aunt Jane's many occupations on Saturdayconsisted in arranging with the two heads of their respectiveschools, and likewise for the mathematical class Gillian was to joinat the High School two mornings in the week, and for her lessons onthe organ, which were to be at St. Andrew's Church. Somehow Gillianfelt as if she were as entirely in her aunt's hands as Kunz and theSofy had been!

After the early dinner, which suited the invalid's health, Aunt Janesaid she would take Valetta and Fergus to go down to the beach withthe little Varleys, while she went to her district, leaving Gillianto read to Aunt Ada for half an hour, and then to walk with her for aquiet turn on the beach. 

It was an amusing article in a review that Gillian was set to read, and she did it so pleasantly that her aunt declared that she lookedforward to many such afternoon pastimes, and then, by an easier waythan the hundred and a half steps, they proceeded down the hill, theaunt explaining a great deal to the niece in a manner very gratifyingto a girl beginning to be admitted to an equality with grown-uppeople. 

'There is our old church, ' said Aunt Ada, as they had a glimpse of agray tower with a curious dumpy steeple. 

'Do you go to church there!'

'I do---always. I could not undertake the hill on Sundays; but Janetakes the school-children to the St. Andrew's service in theafternoon. '

'But which is the parish church?'

'In point of fact, my dear; it is all one parish. Good morning, Mr. Hablot. My niece, Miss Gillian Merrifield. Yes, my sister is comehome. I think she will be at the High School. He is the vicar ofSt. Andrew's, ' as the clergyman went off in the direction of thesteps. 

'I thought you said it was all one parish. '

'St. Andrew's is only a district. Ah, it was all before your time, my dear. '

'I know dear Uncle Claude was the clergyman here, and got St. Andrew's built. '

'Yes, my dear. It was the great work and thought with him and LordRotherwood in those days that look so bright now, ' said Aunt Ada. 'Yes, and with us all. '

'Do tell me all about it, ' entreated Gillian; and her aunt, nothingloth, went on. 

'Dear Claude was only five-and-twenty when he had the living. Nobodywould take it, it was such a neglected place. All Rockquay downthere had grown up with only the old church, and nobody going to it. It was a great deal through Rotherwood. Some property here came tohim, and he was shocked at the state of things. Then we all thoughtthe climate might be good for dear Claude, and Jane came to live withhim and help him, and look after him. You see there were a greatmany of us, and Jane---well, she didn't quite get on with Alethea, andClaude thought she wanted a sphere of her own, and that is the wayshe comes to have more influence than any one else here. And as I amalways better in this air than anywhere else, I came soon after---evenbefore my dear fathers death. And oh! what an eager, hopeful time itwas, setting everything going, and making St. Andrew's all we couldwish! We were obliged to be cautious at the old church, you know, because of not alarming the old-fashioned people. And so we arestill---'

'Is that St. Andrew's? Oh, it is beautiful. May I look in?'

'Not now, my dear. You will see it another time. '

'I wish it were our church. '

'You will find the convenience of having one so near. And ourservices are very nice with our present rector, Mr. Ellesmere, anexcellent active man, but his wife is such an invalid that all thework falls on Jane. I am so glad you are here to help her a little. St. Andrew's has a separate district, and Mr. Hablot is the vicar;but as it is very poor, we keep the charities all in one. Rotherwoodbuilt splendid schools, so we only have an infant school for theRockstone children. On Sunday, Jane assembles the older childrenthere and takes them to church; but in the afternoon they all go tothe National Schools, and then to a children's service at St. Andrew's. She gets on so well with Mr. Hablot---he was dear Claude'scurate, you see, and little Mrs. Hablot was quite a pupil of ours. What do you think little Gerald Hablot said---he is only five---"Isn'tMiss Mohun the most consultedest woman in Rockquay?"'

'I suppose it is true, ' said Gillian, laughing, but rather awestruck. 

'I declare it makes me quite giddy to count up all she has on herhands. Nobody can do anything without her. There are so fewpermanent inhabitants, and when people begin good works, they goaway, or marry, or grow tired, and then we can't let them drop!'

'Oh! what's that pretty spire, on the rise of the other hill?'

'My dear, that was the Kennel Mission Chapel, a horrid little hideousiron thing, but Lady Flight mistook and called it St. Kenelm's, andSt. Kenelm's it will be to the end of the chapter. ' And as sheexchanged bows with a personage in a carriage, 'There she is, mydear. '

'Who? Did she build that church?'

'It is not consecrated. It really is only a mission chapel, and heis nothing but a curate of Mr. Hablot's, ' said Aunt Ada, Gillianthought a little venomously. 

She asked, 'Who?'

'The Reverend Augustine Flight, my dear. I ought not to say anythingagainst them, I am sure, for they mean to be very good; but she issome City man's widow, and he is an only son, and they have moremoney than their brains can carry. They have made that little placevery beautiful, quite oppressed with ornament---City taste, you know, and they have all manner of odd doings there, which Mr. Hablotallows, because he says he does not like to crush zeal, and he thinksinterference would do more harm than good. Jane thinks he ought notto stand so much, but---'

Gillian somehow felt a certain amusement and satisfaction in findingthat Aunt Jane had one disobedient subject, but they were interruptedby two ladies eagerly asking where to find Miss Mohun, and a fewsteps farther on a young clergyman accosted them, and begged thatMiss Mohun might be told the hour of some meeting. Also that 'theBellevue Church people would not co-operate in the coal club. '

Then it was explained that Bellevue Church was within the bounds ofanother parish, and had been built by, and for, people who did notlike the doctrine at the services of St. Andrew's. 

By this time aunt and niece had descended to the Marine esplanade, abroad road, on one side of which there was a low sea wall, and thenthe sands and rocks stretched out to the sea, on the other a broadspace of short grass, where there was a cricket ground, and a lawn-tennis ground, and the volunteers could exercise, and the band playedtwice a week round a Russian gun that stood by the flagstaff. 

The band was playing now, and the notes seemed to work on Gillian'sfeet, and yet to bring her heart into her throat, for the last timeshe had heard that march was from the band of her father's oldregiment, when they were all together!

Her aunt was very kind, and talked to her affectionately andencouragingly of the hopes that her mother would find her fatherrecovering, and that it would turn out after all quite an expeditionof pleasure and refreshment. Then she said how much she rejoiced tohave Gillian with her, as a companion to herself, while her sisterwas so busy, and she was necessarily so much left alone. 

'We will read together, and draw, and play duets, and have quite agood account of our employment to give, ' she said, smiling. 

'I shall like it very much, ' said Gillian heartily. 

'Dear child, the only difficulty will be that you will spoil me, andI shall never be able to part with you. Besides, you will be such ahelp to my dear Jane. She never spares herself, you know, and no oneever spares her, and I can do so little to help her, except with myhead. '

'Surely here are plenty of people, ' said Gillian, for they were inthe midst of well-dressed folks, and Aunt Ada had more than onceexchanged nods and greetings. 

'Quite true, my dear; but when there is anything to be done, thenthere is a sifting! But now we have you, with all our own Lily'sspirit, I shall be happy about Jane for this winter at least. 

They were again interrupted by meeting a gentleman and lady, to whomGillian was introduced, and who walked on with her aunt conversing. They had been often in India, and made so light of the journey thatGillian was much cheered. Moreover, she presently came in sight ofVal and Fergus supremely happy over a castle on the beach, andevidently indoctrinating the two little Varleys with some of thedramatic sports of Silverfold. 

Aunt Ada found another acquaintance, a white moustached oldgentleman, who rose from a green bench in a sunny corner, saying, 'Ah, Miss Mohun, I have been guarding your seat for you. '

'Thank you, Major Dennis. My niece, Miss Merrifield. '

He seemed to be a very courteous old gentleman, for he bowed, andmade some polite speech about Sir Jasper, and, as he was military, Gillian hoped to have heard some more about the journey when they satdown, and room was made for her; but instead of that he and her auntbegan a discussion of the comings and goings of people she had neverheard of, and the letting or not letting of half the villas inRockstone; and she found it so dull that she had a great mind to goand join the siege of Sandcastle. Only her shoes and her dress werefitter for the esplanade than the shore with the tide coming in; andwhen one has just begun to buy one's own clothes, that is aconsideration. 

At last she saw Aunt Jane's trim little figure come out on the sandsand make as straight for the children as she could, amid greetingsand consultations, so with an exclamation, she jumped up and wentover the shingle to meet them, finding an endeavour going on to makethem tolerably respectable for the walk home, by shaking off thesand, and advising Val to give up her intention of dragging home abroad brown ribbon of weed with a frilled edge, all polished andshiny with wet. She was not likely to regard it as such a curiosityafter a few days' experience of Rockquay, as her new friends toldher. 

Kitty Varley went to the High School, which greatly modifiedValetta's disgust to it, for the little girls had already vowed to bethe greatest chums in the world, and would have gone home with armsentwined, if Aunt Jane had not declared that such things could not bedone in the street, and Clem Varley, with still more effect, threatened that if they were such a pair of ninnies, he should squirtat them with the dirtiest water he could find. 

Valetta had declared that she infinitely preferred Kitty to Fly, andKitty was so flattered at being adopted by the second cousin of aLady Phyllis, and the daughter of a knight, that she exalted Valabove all the Popsys and Mopsys of her present acquaintance, and atparting bestowed on her a chocolate cream, which tasted about equallyof salt water and hot hand---at least if one did not feel it atestimonial of ardent friendship. 

Fergus and Clement had, on the contrary, been so much inclined topunch and buffet one another, that Miss Mohun had to make them walkbefore her to keep the peace, and was by no means sorry when the gateof 'The Tamarisks' was reached, and the Varleys could be disposed of. 

However, the battery must have been amicable, for Fergus was crazy togo in and see Clement's little pump, which he declared 'would do it'---an enigmatical phrase supposed to refer to the great peg-top-perpetual-motion invention. He was dragged away with difficulty onthe plea of its being too late by Aunt Jane, who could not quite turntwo unexpected children in on Mrs. Varley, and had to effect a cruelseverance of Val and Kitty in the midst of their kisses. 

'Sudden friendships, ' said Gillian, from the superiority of her age. 

'I do not think you are given that way, ' said Aunt Jane. 

'Does the large family suffice for all of you? People are sodifferent, ' added Aunt Ada. 

'Yes, ' said Gillian. 'We have never been in the way of caring forany outsider. I don't reckon Bessie Merrifield so---nor Fly Devereux, nor Dolores, because they are cousins. '

'Cousins may be everything or nothing, ' asserted Miss Mohun. 'Youhave been about so much that you have hardly had time to formintimacies. But had you no friends in the officers' families?'

'People always retired before their children grew up to becompanionable, said Gillian. 'There was nobody except the Whites. And that wasn't exactly friendship. '

'Who were they?' said Aunt Jane, who always liked to know all abouteverybody. 

'He rose from the ranks, ' said Gillian. 'He was very much respected, and nobody would have known that he was not a gentleman to beginwith. But his wife was half a Greek. Papa said she had been verypretty; but, oh! she had grown so awfully fat. We used to call herthe Queen of the White Ants. Then Kally---her name was reallyKalliope---was very nice, and mamma got them to send her to a goodday-school at Dublin, and Alethea and Phyllis used to have her in totry to make a lady of her. There used to be a great deal of funabout their Muse, I remember; Claude thought her very pretty, andalways stood up for her, and Alethea was very fond of her. But soonafter we went to Belfast, Mr. White was made to retire with the rankof captain. I think papa tried to get something for him to do; but Iam not sure whether he succeeded, and I don't know any more aboutthem. '

'Not exactly friendship, certainly, ' said Aunt Jane, smiling. 'Afterall, Gillian, in your short life, you have had wider experiences thanhave befallen your old aunts!'

'Wider, perhaps, not deeper, Jane, ' suggested Miss Adeline. 

And Gillian thought---though she felt it would be too sentimental tosay---that in her life, persons and scenes outside her own family hadseemed to 'come like shadows and so depart'; and there was a generalsense of depression at the partings, the anxiety, and the beingunsettled again when she was just beginning to have a home. 

CHAPTER III. PERPETUAL MOTION

If Fergus had not yet discovered the secret of perpetual motion, Gillian felt as if Aunt Jane had done so, and moreover that thegreater proportion of parish matters were one vast machine, of whichshe was the moving power. 

As she was a small spare woman, able to do with a very moderateamount of sleep, her day lasted from 6 A. M. To some unnamed timeafter midnight; and as she was also very methodical, she got throughan appalling amount of business, and with such regularity that thosewho knew her habits could tell with tolerable certainty, withinreasonable limits, where she would be found and what she would bedoing at any hour of the seven days of the week. Everything sheinfluenced seemed to recur as regularly as the motions of the greatruthless-looking engines that Gillian had seen at work at Belfast;the only loose cog being apparently her sister Adeline, who quietlytook her own way, seldom came downstairs before eleven o'clock, wentout and came in, made visits or received them, wrote letters, readand worked at her own sweet will. Only two undertakings seemed tobelong to her---a mission working party, and an Italian class of youngladies; and even the presidency of these often lapsed upon hersister, when she had had one of those 'bad nights' of asthma, whichwere equally sleepless to both sisters. She was principally usefulby her exquisite needlework, both in church embroidery and for sales;and likewise as the recipient of all the messages left for MissMohun, which she never forgot, besides that, having a clear sensiblehead, she was useful in consultation. 

She was thoroughly interested in all her sister's doings, and alwaysspoke of herself as the invalid, precluded from all service exceptthat of being a pivot for Jane, the stationary leg of the compasses, as she sometimes called herself. This repose, together with herprettiness and sweetness of manner, was very attractive; especiallyto Gillian, who had begun to feel herself in the grip of the greatengine which bore her along without power of independent volition, and with very little time for 'Hilda's Experiences'. 

At home she had gone on harmoniously in full acquiescence withhousehold arrangements; but before the end of the week the very samesensations came over her which had impelled her and Jasper intorebellion and disgrace, during the brief reign of a very strict dailygoverness, long ago at Dublin. Her reason and sense approved of allthat was set before her, and much of it was pleasant and amusing; butthis was the more provoking by depriving her of the chance ofresistance or the solace of complaint. Moreover, with all her timeat Aunt Jane's disposal, how was she to do her great thing?Valetta's crewel battle cushion had been reduced to a deliciousdesign of the battle of the frogs and mice, drawn by Aunt Ada, andwhich she delighted in calling at full length 'the Batrachyomachia, 'sparing none of the syllables which she was to work below. And itwas to be worked at regularly for half an hour before bed-time. Trust Aunt Jane for seeing that any one under her dominion did whathad been undertaken! Only thus the spontaneity seemed to havedeparted, and the work became a task. Fergus meanwhile had set hisaffections on a big Japanese top he had seen in a window, and waseagerly awaiting his weekly threepence, to be able to complete thepurchase, though no one but Valetta was supposed to understand whatit had to do with his 'great thing. '

It was quite pleasant to Gillian to have a legitimate cause ofopposition when Miss Mohun made known that she intended Gillian totake a class at the afternoon Sunday-school, while the two childrenwent to Mrs. Hablot's drawing-room class at St. Andrew's Vicarage, all meeting afterwards at church. 

'Did mamma wish it?' asked Gillian. 

'There was no time to mention it, but I knew she would. '

'I don't think so, ' said Gillian. 'We don't teach on Sundays, unlesssome regular person fails. Mamma likes to have us all at home to doour Sunday work with her. '

'Alas, I am not mamma! Nor could I give you the time. '

'I have brought the books to go on with Val and Ferg. I always dosome of their work with them, and I am sure mamma would not wish themto be turned over to a stranger. '

'The fact is, that young ladies have got beyond Sunday-schools!'

'No, no, Jane, ' said her sister; 'Gillian is quite willing to helpyou; but it is very nice in her to wish to take charge of thechildren. '

'They would be much better with Mrs. Hablot than dawdling about hereand amusing themselves in the new Sunday fashion. Mind, I am notgoing to have them racketing about the house and garden, disturbingyou, and worrying the maids. '

'Aunt Jane!' cried Gillian indignantly, 'you don't think that is theway mamma brought us up to spend Sunday?'

'We shall see, ' said Aunt Jane; then more kindly, 'My dear, you areright to use your best judgment, and you are welcome to do so, aslong as the children are orderly and learn what they ought. '

It was more of a concession than Gillian expected, though she littleknew the effort it cost, since Miss Mohun had been at much pains toset Mrs. Hablot's class on foot, and felt it a slight and a badexample that her niece and nephew should be defaulters. The motivemight have worked on Gillian, but it was a lower one, thereforementioned. 

She had seen Mrs. Hablot at the Italian class, and thought her a meregirl, and an absolute subject of Aunt Jane's stumbling pitifully, moreover, in a speech of Adelchi's; therefore evidently not at alllikely to teach Sunday subjects half so well as herself!

Nor was there anything amiss on that first Sunday. The lessons wereas well and quietly gone through as if with mamma, and there was apleasant little walk on the esplanade before the children's serviceat St. Andrew's; after which there was a delightful introduction tosome of the old books mamma had told them of. 

They were all rather subdued by the strangeness and newness of theirsurroundings, as well as by anxiety. If the younger ones were lessanxious about their parents than was their sister, each had a plungeto make on the morrow into a very new world, and the Varleys'information had not been altogether reassuring. Valetta had learnthow many marks might be lost by whispering or bad spelling, and howferociously cross Fraulein Adler looked at a mistake in a Germanverb; while Fergus had heard a dreadful account of the ordeals towhich Burfield and Stebbing made new boys submit, and which would beall the worse for him, because he had a 'rum' Christian name, and hisfather was a swell. 

Gillian had some experience through her elder brothers, and suspectedMaster Varley of being guilty of heightening the horrors; so sheassured Fergus that most boys had the same sort of Christian names, but were afraid to confess them to one another, and so called eachother Bill and Jack. She advised him to call himself by his surname, not to mention his father's title if he could help it, and, aboveall, not to seem to mind anything. 

Her own spirits were much exhilarated the next morning by a note fromHarry, the recipient of all telegrams, with tidings that the doctorswere quite satisfied with Sir Jasper, and that Lady Merrifield hadreached Brindisi. 

There was great excitement at sight of a wet morning, for it appearedthat an omnibus came round on such occasions to pick up the scholars;and Valetta thought this so delightful that she danced aboutexclaiming, 'What fun!' and only wishing for Mysie to share it. Shewould have rushed down to the gate umbrellaless if Aunt Jane had notcaught and conducted her, while Gillian followed with Fergus. AuntJane looked down the vista of young faces---five girls and three boys---nodding to them, and saying to the senior, a tall damsel of fifteen, 'Here are my children, Emma. You will take care of them, please. You are keeping order here, I suppose?'

There was a smile and bow in answer as the door closed, and theomnibus jerked away its ponderous length. 

'I'm sorry to see that Stebbing there, ' observed the aunt, as shewent back; 'but Emma Norton ought to be able to keep him in order. It is well you have no lessons out of the house to-day, Gillian. '

'Are you going out then?'

'Oh yes!' said Miss Mohun, running upstairs, and presently comingback with a school-bag and a crackling waterproof cloak, but pausingas she saw Gillian at the window, nursing the Sofy, and gazing at thegray cloud over the gray sea. 'You are not at a loss for somethingto do, ' she said, 'you said you meant to write to your mother. '

'Oh yes!' said Gillian, suddenly fretted, and with a sense of beinghunted, 'I have plenty to do. '

'I see, ' said Miss Mohun, turning over the books that lay on thelittle table that had been appropriated to her niece, in a way that, unreasonably or not, unspeakably worried the girl, 'Brachet's FrenchGrammar---that's right. Colenso's Algebra---I don't think they usethat at the High School. Julius Caesar---you should read that up inMerivale. '

'I did, ' said Gillian, in a voice that very nearly said, 'Do let themalone. '

'Well, you have materials for a very useful, sensible morning's work, and when Ada comes down, very likely she will like to be read to. '

Off went the aunt, leaving the niece stirred into an absolute desire, instead of spending the sensible morning, to take up 'NearNeighbours', and throw herself into an easy-chair; and when she hadconscientiously resisted that temptation, her pen would hover over'Hilda's Experiences', even when she had actually written 'DearestMamma. ' She found she was in no frame to write such a letter aswould be a comfort to her mother, so she gave that up, and made hersole assertion of liberty the working out of a tough double equationin Colenso, which actually came right, and put her in such goodhumour that she was no longer afraid of drumming the poor piano todeath and Aunt Ada upstairs to distraction, but ventured on learningone of the Lieder ohne Worte; and when her Aunt Ada came down andcomplimented her on the sounds that had ascended, she was complacentenough to write a very cheerful letter, whilst her aunt was busiedwith her own. She described the Sunday-school question that hadarisen, and felt sure that her father would pronounce his Gill to bea sensible young woman. Afterwards Miss Adeline betook herself to abeautiful lily of church embroidery, observing, as Gillian sat downto read to her Alphonse Karr's Voyage autour de mon Jardin, that itwas a real pleasure to listen to such prettily-pronounced French. Kunz lay at her feet, the Sofy nestled in Gillian's lap, and therewas a general sense of being rubbed down the right way. 

By and by there loomed through the rain two dripping shiny formsunder umbrellas strongly inclined to fly away from them---Miss Mohunand Mr. Grant, the junior curate, whom she had brought home toluncheon. Both were full of the irregularities of the two churchesof Bellevue and St. Kenelm's on the recent harvest-thanksgivingSunday. It was hard to tell which was most reprobated, what St. Kenelm's did or what Bellevue did not do. If the one blew trumpetsin procession, the other collected the offertory in a warming-pan. Gillian had already begun to find that these misdoings supplied muchconversation at Beechcroft Cottage, and began to get half weary, halfcurious to judge for herself of all these enormities; nor did shefeel more interested in the discussion of who had missed church orschool, and who needed tickets for meat, or to be stirred up to payfor their coal club. 

At last she heard, 'Well, I think you might read to her, Gillian!Oh! were not you listening? A very nice girl near here, a pupilteacher, who has developed a hip complaint, poor child. She willenjoy having visits from you, a young thing like herself. '

Gillian did not like it at all, but she knew that it would be wrongto refuse, and answered, 'Very well, ' with no alacrity---hoping thatit was not an immediate matter, and that something might happen toprevent it. But at that moment the sun came out, the rain hadceased, and there were glistening drops all over the garden; theweather quarter was clear, and after half an hours rest after dinnerAunt Jane jumped up, decreeing that it was time to go out, and thatshe would introduce Gillian to Lilian Giles before going on to therest of her district. 

She gathered a few delicate flowers in the little conservatory, andput them in a basket with a peach from the dessert, then took down acouple of books from the shelf. Gillian could not but acquiesce, though she was surprised to find that the one given to her was atranslation of Undine. 

'The child is not badly off, ' explained Miss Mohun. 'Her father is asuperior workman. She does not exactly want comforts, but she issadly depressed and disappointed at not being able to go on with herwork, and the great need is to keep her from fretting over hertroubles, and interested in something. '

Gillian began to think of one of the graceful hectic invalids of whomshe had read, and to grow more interested as she followed Aunt Janepast the old church with the stout square steeple, constructed tohold, on a small side turret window, a light for the benefit of shipsat sea. Then the street descended towards the marble works. Therewas a great quarry, all red and raw with recent blasting, and above, below, and around, rows of new little stuccoed, slated houses, forthe work-people, and a large range of workshops and offices frontingthe sea. This was Miss Mohun's district, and at a better-lookinghouse she stopped and used the knocker. 

That was no distinction; all had doors with knockers and sashwindows, but this was a little larger, and the tiny strip of gardenwas well kept, while a beautiful myrtle and pelargonium peeped overthe muslin blind; and it was a very nice-looking woman who opened thedoor, though she might have been the better for a cap. Aunt Janeshook hands with her, rather to Gillian's surprise, and heard thatLily was much the same. 

'It is her spirits are so bad, you see, Miss Mohun, ' she added, asshe ushered them into a somewhat stuffy little parlour, carpeted andbedecked with all manner of knick-knacks, photographs, and framedcertificates of various societies of temperance and providence on thegaily-papered walls. The girl lay on a couch near the fire, a sallowcreature, with a big overhanging brow, made heavier by a dark fringe, and an expression that Gillian not unjustly decided was fretful, though she smiled, and lighted up a little when she saw Miss Mohun. 

There was a good deal said about her bad nights, and her appetite, and how the doctor wanted her to take as much as she could, and howeverything went against her---even lardy cake and roly-poly puddingwith bacon in it!

Miss Mohun put the flowers on the little table near the girl, whosmiled a little, and thanked her in a languid dreary manner. Findingthat she had freshly been visited by the rector, Miss Mohun would notstop for any serious reading, but would leave Miss Merrifield to reada story to her. 

'And you ought to get on together, ' she said, smiling. 'You are justabout the same age, and your names rhyme--Gillian and Lilian. AndGillians mother is a Lily too. '

This the young lady lid not like, for she was already feeling it asort of presumption in the girl to bear a name so nearly resemblingher mother's. She had seen a little cottage poverty, and had had aclass of little maidservants; but this level of life which is in nowant, keeps a best parlour, and does not say ma'am, was quite new toher, and she did not fancy it. When the girls were left together, while Mrs. Giles returned to her ironing, Gillian was the shyer ofthe two, and began rather awkwardly and reluctantly---

'Miss Mohun thought you would like to hear this. It is a sort ofGerman fairy tale. '

Lilian said, 'Yes, Miss Merrifield' in a short dry tone, completingGillian's distaste, and she began to read, not quite at her best, andwas heartily glad when at the end of half an hour Mrs. Giles washeard in parley with another visitor, so that she had an excuse forgoing away without attempting conversation. She was overtaken by thechildren on their way home from their schools, where they had dined. They rushed upon her, together with the two Varleys, who wanted totake them home to tea; and Gillian giving her ready consent, Fergusdashed home to fetch his beloved humming-top, which was to beintroduced to Clement Varley's pump, and in a few minutes they wereoff, hardly vouchsafing an answer to such comparatively triflinginquiries as how they were placed at their schools. 

Gillian found, however, that neither of her aunts was pleased at herhaving consented to the children's going out without reference totheir authority. How did she suppose they were to come home?

'I did not think, can't they be fetched?' said Gillian, startled. 

'It is not far, ' said Adeline, pitying her. 'One of the maids---'

'My dear Ada!' exclaimed Aunt Jane. 'You know that Fanny cannot goout at night with her throat, and I never will send out those younggirls on any account. '

'Can't I go?' said Gillian desperately. 

'Are not you a young girl? I must go myself. '

And go she did at a quarter to eight, and brought home the children, looking much injured. Gillian went upstairs with them, and there wasan outburst. 

'It was horrid to be fetched home so soon, just as there was a chanceof something nice; when all the tiresome big ones had gone to dress, and we could have had some real fun, ' said Valetta. 

'Real fun! Real sense!' said Fergus. 

'But what had you been about all this time?'

'Why, their sisters and a man that was there _would_ come and drinktea in the nursery, where nobody wanted them, and make us play theirplay. 

'Wasn't that nice? You are always crying out for Harry and me tocome and play with you. '

'Oh, it wasn't like that, ' said Val, 'you play with us, and they onlypretended, and played with each other. It wasn't nice. '

'Clem said it was---forking, ' said Fergus. 

'No, spooning, ' said Val. 'The dish ran after the spoon, you know. '

'Well, but you haven't told me about the schools, ' said Gillian, inelder sisterly propriety, thinking the subject had better beabandoned. 

'Jolly, jolly, scrumptious!' cried Fergus. 

'Oh! Fergus, mamma doesn't like slang words. Jasper doesn't saythem. '

'Not at home, but men say what they like at school, and the 'bus wasscrumptious and splendiferous!'

'I'm sure it wasn't, ' said Valetta; 'I can't bear being boxed up withhorrid rude boys. '

'Because you are only a girl!'

'Now, Gill, they shot with---'

'Val, if you tell---'

'Telling Gill isn't telling. Is it, Gill?'

She assented. 

'They did, Gill. They shot at us with pea-shooters, ' sighed thegirl. 

'Oh! it was jolly, jolly, jolly!' cried the boy. 'Stebbing hit thegirl who made the sour face on her cheeks, and they all squealed, andthe cad looked in and tried to jaw us. '

'But that dreadful boy shot right into his mouth, ' said Val, whileFergus went into an ecstasy of laughter. 'Wasn't it a shame, Gill?'

'Indeed it was' said Gillian. 'Such ungentlemanly boys ought not tobe allowed in the omnibus. '

'Girls shouldn't be allowed in the 'bus, they are so stupid, ' saidFergus. 'That one---as cross as old Halfpenny---who was she, Val?'

'Emma Norton! Up in the highest form!'

'Well, she is a prig, and a tell-tale-tit besides; only Stebbing saidif she did, her junior would catch it. '

'What a dreadful bully he must be!' exclaimed Gillian. 

I'll tell you what, ' said Fergus, in a tone of profound admiration, 'no one can hold a candle to him at batting! He snowballed all theKennel choir into fits, and he can brosier old Tilly's stall, and goon just the same. '

'What a greedy boy!' exclaimed Val. 

'Disgusting, ' added Gillian. 

'You're girls, ' responded Fergus, lengthening the syllable withinfinite contempt; but Valetta had spirit enough to reply, 'Muchbetter be a girl than rude and greedy. '

'Exactly, ' said Gillian; 'it is only little silly boys who think suchthings fine. Claude doesn't, nor Harry, nor Japs. '

'You know nothing about it, ' said Fergus. 

'Well, but you've never told me about school---how you are placed, andwhom you are under. '

'Oh! I'm in middle form, under Miss Edgar. Disgusting! It's onlythe third form that go up to Smiler. She knows it is no use to tryto take Stebbing and Burfield. '

'And, Gill, ' added Val, 'I'm in second class too, and I took threeplaces for knowing where Teheran was, and got above Kitty Varley anda girl there two years older than I am, and her name is Maura. '

'Maura, how very odd! I never heard of any one called Maura but oneof the Whites, ' said Gillian. 'What was her surname?'

This Valetta could not tell, and at the moment Mrs. Mount came upwith intent to brush Miss Valetta's hair, and to expedite the goingto bed. 

Gillian, not very happy about the revelations she had heard, wentdownstairs, and found her younger aunt alone, Miss Mohun having beensummoned to a conference with one of her clients in the parish room. In her absence Gillian always felt more free and communicative, andshe had soon told whatever she did not feel as a sort of confidence, including Valetta's derivation of spooning, and when Miss Mohunreturned it was repeated to her. 

'Yes, ' was her comment, 'children's play is a convenient cover to thepresent form of flirtation. No doubt Bee Varley and Mr. Marlowebelieve themselves to have been most good-natured. '

'Who is he, and will it come to anything?' asked Aunt Ada, taking hersister's information for granted. 

'Oh no, it is nothing. A civil service man, second cousin's brother-in-law's stepson. That's quite enough in these days to justifyfraternal romping. '

'I thought Beatrice Varley a nice girl. '

'So she is, my dear. It is only the spirit of the age, and, afterall, this deponent saith not which was the dish and which was thespoon. Have the children made any other acquaintances, I wonder?And how did George Stebbing comport himself in the omnibus? I wassorry to see him there; I don't trust that boy. '

'I wonder they didn't send him in solitary grandeur in the brougham, 'said Miss Ada. 

Gillian held the history of the pea-shooting as a confidence, eventhough Aunt Jane seemed to have been able to see through the omnibus, so she contented herself with asking who George Stebbing was. 

'The son of the manager of the marble works; partner, I believe. '

'Yes, ' said Aunt Ada. 'the Co. Means Stebbing primarily. '

'Is he a gentleman?'

'Well, as much as old Mr. White himself, I suppose. He is come uphere---more's the pity---to the aristocratic quarter, if you please, 'said Aunt Jane, smiling, 'and if garden parties are not over, Mr. Stebbing may show you what they can be. '

'That boy ought to be at a public school, ' said her sister. 'I hopehe doesn't bully poor little Fergus. '

'I don't think he does, ' said Gillian. 'Fergus seemed rather toadmire him. '

'I had rather hear of bullying than patronage in that quarter, ' saidMiss Mohun. 'But, Gillian, we must impress on the children that theyare to go to no one's house without express leave. That will avoidoffence, and I should prefer their enjoying the society of even theVarleys in this house. '

Did Aunt Jane repent of her decision on the Thursday half-holidaygranted to Mrs. Edgar's pupils, when, in the midst of the workingparty round the dining-room table, in a pause of the reading, someone said, 'What's that!'---and a humming, accompanied by a drip, drop, drip, drop, became audible?

Up jumped Miss Mohun, and so did Gillian, half in consternation, halfto shield the boy from her wrath. In a few moments they beheld apuddle on the mat at the bottom of the oak stairs, while a stream wasdescending somewhat as the water comes down at Lodore, while Fergus'svoice could be heard above---

'Don't, Varley! You see how it will act. The string of the humming-top moves the pump handle, and that spins. Oh!'

'Master Fergus! Oh---h, you bad boy!'

The shriek was caused by the avenging furies who had rushed up theback stairs just as Miss Mohun had darted up the front, so as tobehold, on the landing between the two, the boys, one spinning thetop, the other working the pump which stood in its own trough ofwater, receiving a reckless supply from the tap in the passage. Themaid's scream of 'What will your aunt say?' was answered by herappearance, and rush to turn the cock. 

'Don't, don't, Aunt Jane, ' shouted Fergus; 'I've almost done it!Perpetual motion. ' He seemed quite unconscious that the motion waskept up by his own hands, and even dismay could not turn him frombeing triumphant. 

'Oh! Miss Jane, ' cried Mrs. Mount, 'if I had thought what they boyswas after. '

'Mop it up, Alice, ' said Aunt Jane to the younger girl. 'No don'tcome up, Ada; it is too wet for you. It is only a misdirectedexperiment in hydraulics. '

'I told him not, ' said Clement Varley, thinking affairs serious. 

'Fergus, I am shocked at you, ' said Gillian sternly. 'You arefrightfully wet. You must be sent to bed. '

'You must go and change, ' said Aunt Jane, preventing the howl aboutto break forth. 'My dear boy, that tap must be let alone. We can'thave cataracts on the stairs. '

'I didn't mean it, Aunt Jane; I thought it was an invention, ' saidFergus. 

'I know; but another time come and ask me where to try yourexperiments. Go and take off those clothes; and you, Clement, youare soaking too. Run home at once. '

Gillian, much scandalised, broke out---

'It is very naughty. At home, he would be sent to bed at once. '

'I am not Mrs. Halfpenny, Gillian, ' said Aunt Jane coldly. 

'Jane has a soft spot for inventions, for Maurice's sake, ' said hersister. 

'I can't confound ingenuity and enterprise with wanton mischief, orcrush it out for want of sympathy, ' said Miss Mohun. 'Come, we mustreturn to our needles. '

If Aunt Jane had gone into the state of wrath to be naturallyexpected, Gillian would have risen in arms on her brother's behalf, and that would have been much pleasanter than the leniency which madeher views of justice appear like unkindness. 

This did not dispose her to be the better pleased at an entreaty fromthe two children to be allowed to join Mrs. Hablot's class on Sunday. It appeared that they had asked Aunt Jane, and she had told them thattheir sister knew what their mother would like. 

'But I am sure she would not mind, ' said Valetta. 'Only think, shehas got a portfolio with pictures of everything all through theBible!'

'Yes, ' added Fergus, 'Clem told me. There are the dogs eatingJezebel, and such a jolly picture of the lion killing the prophet. I do want to see them! Varley told me!'

'And Kitty told me, ' added Valetta. 'She is reading such a book tothem. It is called The Beautiful Face, and is all about two childrenin a wood, and a horrid old grandmother and a dear old hermit, and awicked baron in a castle! Do let us go, Gillyflower. 

'Yes, ' said Fergus; 'it would be ever so much better fun than pokinghere'

'You don't want fun on Sunday. '

'Not fun exactly, but it is nicer. '

'To leave me, the last bit of home, and mamma's own lessons. '

'They ain't mamma's, ' protested Fergus; but Valetta was touched bythe tears in Gillian's eyes, kissed her, and declared, 'Not that. '

Whether it were on purpose or not, the next Sunday was eminentlyunsuccessful; the Collects were imperfect, the answers in theCatechism recurred to disused babyish blunders; Fergus twistedhimself into preternatural attitudes, and Valetta teased the Sofy toscratching point, they yawned ferociously at The Birthday, and wouldnot be interested even in the pony's death. Then when they went outwalking, they would not hear of the sober Rockstone lane, butinsisted on the esplanade, where they fell in with the redoubtableStebbing, who chose to patronise instead of bullying 'little Merry'---and took him off to the tide mark---to the agony of his sisters, whenthey heard the St. Andrew's bell. 

At last, when the tempter had gone off to higher game, Fergus'sSunday boots and stockings were such a mass of black mud that Gillianhad to drag him home in disgrace, sending Valetta into church alone. She would have put him to bed on her own responsibility, but shecould not master him; he tumbled about the room, declaring Aunt Janewould do no such thing, rolled up his stockings in a ball, and threwthem in his sister's face. 

Gillian retired in tears, which she let no one see, not even AuntAda, and proceeded to record in her letter to India that thosedreadful boys were quite ruining Fergus, and Aunt Jane was spoilinghim. 

However, Aunt Jane, having heard what had become of the youth, methim in no spoiling mood; and though she never knew of his tussle withGillian, she spoke to him very seriously, shut him into his own room, to learn thoroughly what he had neglected in the morning, and allowedhim no jam at tea. She said nothing to Gillian, but there wereinferences. 

The lessons went no better on the following Sunday; Gillian couldneither enforce her authority nor interest the children. She avoidedthe esplanade, thinking she had found a nice country walk to thecommon beyond the marble works; but, behold, there was an outbreak ofdrums and trumpets and wild singing. The Salvation Army was marchingthat way, and, what was worse, yells and cat-calls behind showed thatthe Skeleton Army was on its way to meet them. Gillian, frightenedalmost out of her wits, managed to fly over an impracticable-lookinggate into a field with her children, but Fergus wanted to follow thedrum. After that she gave in. The children went to Mrs. Hablot, andGillian thought she saw 'I told you so' in the corners of Aunt Jane'seyes. 

It was a further offence that her aunt strongly recommended her goingregularly to the High School instead of only attending certainclasses. It would give her far more chance of success at theexamination to work with others and her presence would be good forValetta. But to reduce her to a schoolgirl was to be resented onMiss Vincent's account as well as her own. 

CHAPTER IV. THE QUEEN OF THE WHITE ANTS

The High School was very large. It stood at present at the end of abudding branch of Rockquay, where the managers, assisted by the fundsadvanced by Lord Rotherwood and that great invisible potentate, thehead of the marble works, had secured and adapted a suitable house, and a space round it well walled in. 

The various classes of students did not see much of each other, except those who were day boarders and spent the midday recreationtime together. Even those in the same form were only together inschool, as the dressing-room of those who dined there was separatefrom that of the others, and they did not come in and out at the sametime. Valetta had thus only really made friends with two or threemore Rockstone girls of about her own age besides Kitty Yarley, withwhom she went backwards and forwards every day, under the escortprovided in turn by the families of the young ladies. 

Gillian's studies were for three hours in the week at the HighSchool, and on two afternoons she learnt from the old organist atRockstone Church. She went and came alone, except when Miss Mohunhappened to join her, and that was not often, 'For, ' said that ladyto her sister, 'Gillian always looks as if she thought I was actingspy upon her. I wish I could get on with that girl; I begin to feelalmost as poor Lily did with Dolores. '

'She is a very good girl, ' said Miss Adeline. 

'So she is; and that makes it all the more trying to be treated likethe Grand Inquisitor. '

'Shall I speak to her? She is always as pleasant as possible withme. '

'Oh no, don't. It would only make it worse, and prevent you fromhaving her confidence. '

'Ah, Jane, I have often thought your one want was gentleness, ' saidMiss Ada, with the gesture of her childhood---her head a little on oneside. 'And, besides, don't you know what Reggie used to call yourferret look? Well, I suppose you can't help it, but when you want toknow a thing and are refraining from asking questions, you alwayshave it more or less. '

'Thank you, Ada. There's nothing like brothers and sisters fortelling one home-truths. I suppose it is the penalty of having beena regular Paul Pry in my childhood, in spite of poor Eleanor makingme learn "Meddlesome Matty" as soon as I could speak. I always _do_and always _shall_ have ringing in my ears---

 '"Oh! what a pretty box is this, I'll open it, " said little Miss. '

'Well, you know you always do know or find out everything abouteverybody, and it is very useful. '

'Useful as a bloodhound is, eh?'

'Oh no, not that, Jenny. '

'As a ferret, or a terrier, perhaps. I suppose I cannot help that, though, ' she added, rather sadly. 'I have tried hard to cure theslander and gossip that goes with curiosity. I am sorry it resultsin repulsion with that girl; but I suppose I can only go on and lether find out that my bark, or my eye, is worse than my bite. '

'You are so good, so everything, Jenny, ' said Adeline, 'that I amsure you will have her confidence in time, if only you won't pokeafter it. '

Which made Miss Mohun laugh, though her heart was heavy, for she hadlooked forward to having a friend and companion in the younggeneration. 

Gillian meantime went her way. 

One morning, after her mathematical class was over, she was delayedfor about ten minutes by the head mistress, to whom she had brought amessage from her aunt, and thus did not come out at noon at the sametime as the day scholars. On issuing into the street, where as yetthere was hardly any traffic, except what was connected with the twoschools, she perceived that a party of boys were besetting a littlegirl who was trying to turn down the cross road to Bellevue, barringher way, and executing a derisive war-dance around her, and when she, almost crying, made an attempt to dash by, pulling at her plaitedtail, with derisive shouts, even Gillian's call, 'Boys, boys, how canyou be so disgraceful!' did not check them. One made a face and puthis tongue out, while the biggest called out, 'Thank you, teacher, 'and Gillian perceived to her horror, that they were no street boys, but Mrs. Edgar's, and that Fergus was one of them. That he cried indismay, 'Don't, Stebbing! It's my sister, ' was no consolation, asshe charged in among them, catching hold of her brother, as she said, 'I could not believe that you could behave in such a disgracefulmanner!'

All the other tormentors rushed away headlong, except Stebbing, who, in some compunction, said---

'I beg your pardon, Miss Merrifield, I had no notion it was you. '

'You are making it no better, ' said Gillian. 'The gentlemen I amused to know how to behave properly to any woman or girl. My fatherwould be very sorry that my brother has been thrown into suchcompany. '

And she walked away with her head extremely high, having certainlygiven Master Stebbing a good lesson. Fergus ran after her. 'Gill, Gill, you won't tell. '

'I don't think I ever was more shocked in my life, ' returned Gillian. 

'But, Gill, she's a nasty, stuck-up, conceited little ape, that MauraWhite, or whatever her ridiculous name is. They pretend her fatherwas an officer, but he was really a bad cousin of old Mr. White'sthat ran away; and her mother is not a lady---a great fat disgustingwoman, half a nigger; and Mr. White let her brother and sister be inthe marble works out of charity, because they have no father, and shehasn't any business to be at the High School. '

'White, did you say? Maura White!' exclaimed Gillian. 'CaptainWhite dead! Oh, Fergus! it must be Captain White. He was in thedear old Royal Wardours, and papa thought so much of him! To thinkof your going and treating his daughter in that shocking way!'

'It was what Stebbing said, ' gruffly answered Fergus. 

'If you let yourself be led by these horrid cads---'

'He is no such thing! He is the crack bat of Edgar's---'

'A boy is a cad who can't behave himself to a girl because she ispoor. I really think the apology to me was the worst part or thematter. He only treats people well when he sees they can take careof themselves. '

'I'll tell him about Captain White, ' said Fergus, a little abashed. 

'Yes. And I will get the aunts to call on Mrs. White, and that mayhelp them to a better level among these vulgar folk. '

'But you won't---' said Fergus, with an expressive pause. 

'I won't get you into trouble, for I think you are sorry you treatedone of our own in such a manner. '

'I wouldn't, indeed, if I had known. '

'I shall only explain that I have found out whom Maura belongs to. I should go and see them at once, only I must make Val find out whereshe lives. '

So Gillian returned home, communicating the intelligence with someexcitement that she had discovered that Valetta's schoolmate, MauraWhite, was none other than the daughter of her father's old fellow-soldier, whose death shocked her greatly, and she requested to go andcall on Mrs. White as soon as she could learn her abode. 

However, it seemed to be impossible that any one should live inRockstone unknown to Aunt Jane. 

'White?' she said. 'It can't be the Whites down by Cliffside. No;there's a father there, though he generally only comes down forSunday. '

'I am sure there are some Whites on the Library list, ' said Miss Ada. 

'Oh yes; but she washes! I know who they must be. I know inBellevue there are some; but they go to the Kennel Church. Didn'tyou come home, Ada, from that function you went to with Florence, raving about the handsome youth in the choir?'

'Oh yes, we thought it such an uncommon, foreign face, and he lookedquite inspired when he was singing his solo. '

'Yes; I found out that his name was White, a clerk or something inthe marble works, and that he had a mother and sister living atBellevue. I did see the sister when I went to get the marble girlsinto the G. F. S. , but she said something foolish about her mother notliking it. '

'Yes; nobody under the St. Kenelm influence ever will come into theG. F. S. '

'But what is she doing?' asked Gillian. 'Do you mean Kalliope?'

'I suppose I do. I saw a rather nice-looking young woman in thedepartment where they make Florentine mosaic, and I believe they saidshe was Miss White, but she cut me off very short with her mother, soI had no more to do with her. '

'I am sure mamma would wish me to call on Mrs. White, ' said Gillian. 

'There's no reason against it, ' said Aunt Jane. 'I will go with youthe first day I can. '

When would that be, wondered Gillian. She told Valetta to talk toMaura and learn the name of the house; and this was ascertained to be3 Ivinghoe Terrace, Bellevue Road, but Val had very littleopportunity of cultivating the acquaintance of town girls, who didnot stay to dinner, as she had to go home immediately after school, under Emma Norton's escort, and perhaps she was not very ardent inthe cause, for Kitty Varley and her other friends did not like thechild, and she was more swayed by them than perhaps she liked toconfess to her sister. 

Each morning at breakfast Gillian hoped that Aunt Jane would lay outher day so as to call on Mrs. White; but first there was the workingparty, then came the mothers' meeting, followed by afternoon tea atMrs. Hablot's for some parish council. On the third day, which mighthave been clear, 'a miserable creature, ' as Gillian mentally calledher, wrote to beg the Misses Mohun to bring themselves and her nieceto make up a lawn-tennis set, since some one had failed. Gillianvainly protested that she did not care about lawn tennis, and couldnot play unless Jasper was her partner; and Aunt Jane so far sidedwith her as to say it was very inconvenient, and on such short noticethey ought not to be expected. But Aunt Ada clearly wanted to go; andso they went. It was a beautiful place, but Gillian could not enjoyherself, partly because she knew so few of the people, but morebecause she was vexed and displeased about the Whites. She playedvery badly; but Aunt Jane, when pressed into the service, skippedabout with her little light figure and proved herself such a splendidplayer, doing it so entirely con amore, that Gillian could not butsay to herself, 'She was bent on going; it was all humbug herpretending to want to refuse. '

That afternoon's dissipation had made it needful to do double workthe next day, and Gillian was again disappointed. Then cameSaturday, when Miss Mohun was never available, nor was she on Monday;and when it appeared that she had to go to a meeting at the Cathedraltown on Tuesday, Gillian grew desperate, and at her tete-a-tete mealwith Aunt Ada, related the whole history of the Whites, and her greatdesire to show kindness to her father's old brother-officer's family, and how much she was disappointed. 

Miss Adeline was touched, and indeed, fond as she was of her sister, she could not help being flattered by Gillian's preference andconfidence. 

'Well, my deal, this is a nice day, not too hot or too cold; I do notsee why I should not walk down with you and call. If I find it toofar, we can take a cab to go back. '

'Oh, thank you, Aunt Ada; it is very very kind of you, and there isno knowing when Aunt Jane may be able to go. I don't like to closeup my Indian letter till I can say I have seen them. '

Gillian fidgeted a good deal lest, before her aunt's postprandialrepose was over, visitors should come and put a stop to everything, and she looked ready to cut the throat of a poor lady in a mushroomhat, who came up to leave a message for Miss Mohun about a possiblesituation for one of her class of boys. 

However, at last they started, Kunz and all, Miss Adeline quiteinfected by Gillian's excitement. 

'So your father and mother were very fond of them. '

'Papa thought very highly of him, and was very sorry he had toreturn, ' said Gillian. 

'And she was a beautiful Greek. '

Gillian began to be quite afraid of what she might have said. 

'I don't think she is more than half Greek, ' she said. 'I believeher mother was a Gorfiote, but her father was English or Irish. Ibelieve he kept a shop in Malta. '

'Quite a mixture of nationalities then, and no wonder she isbeautiful. That youth had a very striking profile; it quite remindedme of a gem as I saw it against the dark pillar. '

'I did not say she was very beautiful now, ' said Gillian, feeling aqualm as she recollected the Queen of the White Ants, and ratheroddly divided between truthfulness, fear of alarming her aunt intoturning back, and desire of giving her a little preparation. 

'Ah! those southern beauties soon go on. Some one told me that LordByron's "Maid of Athens, " whose portrait I used to think theloveliest thing in the world, became a great stout woman, but wasquite a mother to all the young Englishmen about. I remember I usedto try to hold my head and keep my eyelids down like the engraving inan old book that had been my mother's. '

'Oh! I think I have seen it at Beechcroft, ' said Gillian, very muchamused, for she now perceived whence arose Aunt Ada's peculiar turnof the head and droop of the eyelashes, and how the consciousaffectation of childhood had become unconsciously crystallised. 

She grew more and more anxious as they found some difficulty inmaking out Ivinghoe Terrace, and found it at last to be a row ofrather dilapidated little houses, apparently built of lath andstucco, and of that peculiar meanness only attained by the modernsuburb. Aunt Ada evidently did not like it at all, and owned herselfalmost ready to turn back, being sure that Valetta must have madesome mistake. Gillian repeated that she had always said the Whiteswere very poor, but she began to feel that her impatience had misledher, and that she would have been better off with the aunt who wasused to such places, and whose trim browns and crimsons were alwaysappropriate everywhere, rather than this dainty figure in delicatehues that looked only fit for the Esplanade or the kettledrum, andwho was becoming seriously uneasy, as Kunz, in his fresh snowiness, was disposed to make researches among vulgar remains of crabs andhakes, and was with difficulty restrained from disputing them with avery ignoble and spiteful yellow cur of low degree. 

No. 3, with its blistered wall and rusty rail, was attained, Kunz wasbrought within the enclosure, and Gillian knocked as sharply and fastas she could, in the fear that her aunt might yet turn about andescape. 

The door was opened with a rapidity that gave the impression thatthey had been watched, but it was by a very untidy-looking smallmaid, and the parlour into which they were turned had most manifestlybeen lately used as the family dining-room, and was redolent of amixture of onion, cabbage, and other indescribable odours. 

Nobody was there, except a black and white cat, who showed symptomsof flying at Kunz, but thought better of it, and escaped by thewindow, which fortunately was open, though the little maid would haveshut it, but for Miss Adeline's gasping and peremptory entreaty tothe contrary. She sat on the faded sofa, looking as if she justexisted by the help of her fan and scent-bottle, and when Gilliandirected her attention to the case of clasps and medals and thephotograph of the fine-looking officer, she could only sigh out, 'Oh, my dear!'

There was a certain air of taste in the arrangement of the fewchimney-piece ornaments, and Gillian was pleased to see the two largephotographs of her father and mother which Captain White had so muchvalued as parting gifts. A few drawings reminded her of the Schoolof Art at Belfast, and there was a vase of wild flowers and fernsprettily arranged, but otherwise everything was wretchedly faded anddreary. 

Then came the opening of the door, and into the room rolled, ratherthan advanced, something of stupendous breadth, which almost tookGillian's breath away, as she durst not look to see the effect on heraunt. If the Queen of the White Ants had been stout before, what wasshe now? Whatever her appearance had been in the days of comparativeprosperity, with a husband to keep her up to the mark, and a desireto rank with the officers' wives, she had let everything go inwidowhood, poverty, and neglect; and as she stood panting in her oldshiny black alpaca, the only thing Gillian recalled about her likeold times was the black lace veil thrown mantilla fashion over herhead; but now it was over a widow's cap, and a great deal rustierthan of old. Of the lovely foreigner nothing else remained exceptthe dark eyes, and that sort of pasty sallow whiteness that looks atif for generations past cold water and fresh air had been unknown. There was no accent more interesting in her voice than a soupcon ofher Irish father as she began, 'I am sorry to have kept the lady solong waiting. Was it about the girl's character that you came?'

'Oh no, Mrs. White, interrupted Gillian, her shyness overpowered bythe necessity of throwing herself into the breach. 'Don't youremember me? I am Gillian Merrifield, and this is my aunt, MissAdeline Mohun. '

The puffy features lighted up into warmth. 'Little Miss Gillian!And I am proud to see you! My little Maura did tell me that MissValetta was in her class at the High School; but I thought there wasno one now who would come near the poor widow. And is your dearmamma here, Miss Gillian, and are she and your papa quite well?'

Gillian could hardly believe in such dense remoteness that herfather's accident should be unknown, but she explained all, and metwith abundant sympathy, the dark eyes filled with tears, and thevoice broke into sobs, as Mrs. White declared that Sir Jasper andLady Merrifield had been the best friends she ever had in her life. 

But oh! that the handkerchief had been less grimy with which shemopped her eyes, as she spoke of the happy days that were gone!Gillian saw that poor Aunt Ada was in an agony to get away, andhurried out her questions for fear of being stopped. 'How wasKalliope---was she at home?'

'Oh no, poor Kally, she is the best girl in the world. I always saythat, with all my sorrows, no one ever was more blest in theirchildren than poor little me. Richard, my eldest, is in a lawyer'soffice at Leeds. Kally is employed in the art department, just as acompliment to her relation, Mr. White. Quite genteel, superior work, though I must say he does not do as much for us as he might. Such ayouth as my Alexis now was surely worthy of the position of agentleman. '

The good lady was quite disposed to talk; but there was no makingout, through her cloud of confused complaints, what her son anddaughter were actually doing; and Aunt Ada, while preserving hercourtesy, was very anxious to be gone, and rose to take leave at thefirst moment possible, though after she was on her feet Mrs. Whitedetained her for some time with apologies about not returning hervisit. She was in such weak health, so unequal to walking up thecliff, that she was sure Miss Mohun would excuse her, though Alexisand Kally would be perfectly delighted to hear of Miss Gillian'skindness. 

Gillian had not made out half what she wanted to know, nor effectedany arrangement for seeing Kalliope, when she found herself out inthe street, and her aunt panting with relief. 'My dear, that woman!You don't mean that your mother was fond of her. '

'I never said mamma was fond of her. '

'My dear, excuse me. It was the only reason for letting you drag mehere. I was almost stifled. What a night I shall have!'

'I am very sorry, Aunt Ada, but, indeed, I never said that mamma wasfond of her, only that papa thought very highly of her husband, andwished us to be kind to her. '

'Well, you gave me that impression, whether you wished it or not!Such a hole; and I'm sure she drinks gin!'

'Oh no, aunt!'

'I can't be mistaken! I really was afraid she was going to kissyou!'

'I do wish I could have made out about Alexis and Kalliope. '

'Oh, my dear, just working like all the lot, though she shuffledabout it. I see what they are like, and the less you see of them thebetter. I declare I am more tired than if I had walked a mile. Howam I ever to get up the hill again?'

'I am sorry, aunt, ' said Gillian. 'Will you take my arm? Perhaps wemay meet Kalliope, if the marble people come out at four or five. What's that bell?' as a little tinkle was heard. 

'That's St. Kenelm's! Oh! you would like to go there, and it wouldrest me; only there's Kunz. '

'I should like to see it very much, ' said Gillian. 

'Well, ' said Aunt Ada, who certainly seemed to have something of the'cat's away' feeling about her, and, moreover, trusted to avoidmeeting Kalliope. 'Just round the corner here is Mrs. Webb's, whoused to live with us before she married, Kunz will be happy with her. Won't he, my doggie, like to go and see his old Jessie?'

So Kunz was disposed of with a very pleasant, neat-looking woman, whobegged Miss Adeline to come and have some tea after the service. 

It was really a beautiful little church--'a little gem' was exactlythe term that suggested itself---very ornate, and the chief lack beingof repose, for there seemed not an inch devoid of colour or carving. There was a choir of boys in short surplices and blue cassocks, and avery musical service, in the course of which it was discovered to bethe Feast of St. Remigius, for after the Lesson a short discourse wasgiven on the Conversion of Clovis, not forgetting the sacred ampulla. 

There were about five ladies present and six old women, belonging toa home maintained by Lady Flight. The young priest, her son, had abeautiful voice, and Gillian enjoyed all very much, and thought theSt. Andrew's people very hard and unjust; but all this went out ofher head in the porch, for while Lady Flight was greeting Miss Mohunwith empressement, and inviting her to come in to tea, Gillian hadseen a young woman who had come in late and had been kneeling behindthem. 

Turning back and holding out her hands, she exclaimed---

'Kalliope! I so wanted to see you. '

'Miss Gillian Merrifield, ' was the response. 'Maura told me you werehere, but I hardly hoped to see you. '

'How can I see you? Where are you? Busy?'

'I am at the marble works all day---in the mosaic department. Oh, Miss Gillian, I owe it all to Miss Merrifield's encouraging me to goto the School of Art. How is she? And I hope you have good accountsof Sir Jasper?'

'He is better, and I hope my mother is just arriving. That's why weare here; and Alethea and Phyllis are out there. They will want toknow all about you. '

At that moment Aunt Adeline looked round, having succeeded inpersuading Lady Flight that she had another engagement. She saw ayoung woman in a shabby black dress, with a bag in her hand, and adark fringe over a complexion of clear brown, straight features, towhom Gillian was eagerly talking. 

'Ah!' she said, as Mr. Flight now came up from the vestry; 'do youknow anything of that girl?'

'Second-rate people, somewhere in Bellevue, ' said the lady. 

'The brother is my best tenor, ' said Mr. Flight. 'She is very oftenat St. Kenelm's, but I do not know any more of her. The mothereither goes to Bellevue or nowhere. They are in Bellevue Parish. '

This was quite sufficient answer, for any interference with parochialvisiting in the Bellevue district was forbidden. 

Aunt Ada called to Gillian, and when she eagerly said, 'This isKalliope, aunt, ' only responded with a stiff bow. 

'I do not know what these people might have been, Gillian, ' she said, as they pursued their way to Mrs. Webb's; 'but--they must have sunkso low that I do not think your mother can wish you to have anythingto do with them. 

'Oh, Aunt Ada! Kalliope was always such a good girl!'

'She has a fringe. And she would not belong to the G. F. S. , ' saidAunt Ada. 'No, my dear, I see exactly the sort of people they are. Your aunt Jane might be useful to them, if they would let her, butthey are not at all fit for you to associate with. '

Gillian chafed inwardly, but she was beginning to learn that Aunt Adawas more impenetrable than Aunt Jane, and, what was worse, Aunt Janealways stood by her sister's decision, whether she would have herselforiginated it or not. 

When the elder aunt came home, and heard the history of their day, and Gillian tried to put in a word, she said---

'My dear, we all know that rising from the ranks puts a man's familyin a false position, and they generally fall back again. All this isunlucky, for they do not seem to be people it is possible to get at, and now you have paid your kind act of attention, there is no more tobe done till you can hear from Ceylon about them. '

Gillian was silenced by the united forces of the aunts. 

'It really was a horrid place, ' said Aunt Ada, when alone with hersister; 'and such a porpoise of a woman! Gillian should not haverepresented her as a favourite. '

'I do not remember that she did so, ' returned Aunt Jane. 'I wish shehad waited for me. I have seen more of the kind of thing than youhave, Ada. '

'I am sure I wish she had. I don't know when I shall get over thestifling of that den; but it was just as if they were her dearestfriends. '

'Girls will be silly! And there's a feeling about the old regimenttoo. I can excuse her, though I wish she had not been so impatient. I fancy that eldest daughter is really a good girl and the mainstayof the family. '

'But she would have nothing to do with you or the G. F. S. '

'If I had known that her father had been an officer, I might haveapproached her differently. However, I will ask Lily about theirantecedents, and in six weeks we shall know what is to be done aboutthem. '

CHAPTER V. MARBLES

Six weeks seem a great deal longer to sixteen than to six-and-forty, and Gillian groaned and sighed to herself as she wrote her letters, and assured herself that so far from her having done enough in theway of attention to the old soldier's family, she had simply doneenough to mark her neglect and disdain. 

'Grizzling' (to use an effective family phrase) under opposition is agrand magnifier; and it was not difficult to erect poor Captain Whiteinto a hero, his wife into a patient sufferer, and Alethea's kindnessto his daughter into a bosom friendship; while the aunts seemed to beabsurdly fastidious and prejudiced. 'I don't wonder at Aunt Ada, 'she said to herself; 'I know she has always been kept under a glasscase; but I thought better things of Aunt Jane. It is all becauseKalliope goes to St. Kenelm's, and won't be in the G. F. S. '

And all the time Gillian was perfectly unaware of her own familylikeness to Dolores. Other matters conduced to a certain spirit ofopposition to Aunt Jane. That the children should have to use theback instead of the front stair when coming in with dusty or muddyshoes, and that their possessions should be confiscated for the restof the day when left about in the sitting-rooms and hall, werecontingencies she could accept as natural, though they irritated her;but she agreed with Valetta that it was hard to insist on half anhour's regular work at the cushion, which was not a lesson, but play. She was angered when Aunt Jane put a stop to some sportive passes andchatter on the stairs between Valetta and Alice Mount, and still moreso when her aunt took away Adam Bede from the former, as notdesirable reading at eleven years old. 

It was only the remembrance of her mother's positive orders thatwithheld Gillian from the declaration that mamma always let them readGeorge Eliot; and in a cooler moment of reflection she was glad shehad abstained, for she recollected that _always_ was limited tomamma's having read most of Romola aloud to her and Mysie, and to herhaving had Silas Marner to read when she was unwell in lodgings, andthere was a scarcity of books. 

Such miffs about her little sister were in the natural order ofthings, and really it was the 'all pervadingness, ' as she called itin her own mind, of Aunt Jane that chiefly worried her, the way thatthe little lady knew everything that was done, and everything thatwas touched in the house; but as long as Valetta took refuge withherself, and grumbled to her, it was bearable. 

It was different with Fergus. There had been offences certainly;Aunt Jane had routed him out of preparing his lessons in Mrs. Mount'sroom, where he diversified them with teaching the Sofy to beg, andinventing new modes of tying down jam pots. Moreover, she haddeclared that Gillian's exemplary patience was wasted and harmfulwhen she found that they had taken three-quarters of an hour overthree tenses of a Greek verb, and that he said it worse on theseventh repetition than on the first. After an evening, when Gillianhad gone to a musical party with Aunt Ada, and Fergus did his lessonsunder Aunt Jane's superintendence, he utterly cast off his sister'said. There was something in Miss Mohun's briskness that he foundinspiring, and she put in apt words or illustrations, instead of onlyrousing herself from a book to listen, prompt, and sigh. He foundthat he did his tasks more thoroughly in half the time, and rose inhis class; and busy as his aunt was, she made the time not only forthis, but for looking over with him those plates of mechanics in theEncyclopaedia, which were a mere maze to Gillian, but of which sheknew every detail, from ancient studies with her brother Maurice. AsFergus wrote to his mother, 'Aunt Jane is the only woman who has anynatural _scence_. '

Gillian could not but see this as she prepared the letters for thepost, and whatever the ambiguous word might be meant for, she hadrather not have seen it, for she really was ashamed of her secretannoyance at Fergus's devotion to Aunt Jane, knowing how well it wasthat Stebbing should have a rival in his affections. Yet she couldnot help being provoked when the boy followed his aunt to the doorsof her cottages like a little dog, and waited outside whenever shewould let him, for the sake of holding forth to her about somethingwhich wheels and plugs and screws were to do. Was it possible thatMiss Mohun followed it all? His great desire was to go over themarble works, and she had promised to take him when it could be done;but, unfortunately, his half-holiday was on Saturday, when theworkmen struck off early, and when also Aunt Jane always had thepupil-teachers for something between instruction and amusement. 

Gillian felt lonely, for though she got on better with her youngerthan her elder aunt, and had plenty of surface intercourse of apleasant kind with both, it was a very poor substitute for hermother, or her elder sisters, and Valetta was very far from being aMysie. 

The worst time was Sunday, when the children had deserted her forMrs. Hablot, and Aunt Ada was always lying down in her own room torest after morning service. She might have been at the Sunday-school, but she did not love teaching, nor do it well, and she didnot fancy the town children, or else there was something ofopposition to Aunt Jane. 

It was a beautiful afternoon, of the first Sunday in October, and shebetook herself to the garden with the 'Lyra Innocentium' in her hand, meaning to learn the poem for the day. She wandered up to the railabove the cliff, looking out to the sea. Here, beyond the belt oftamarisks and other hardy low-growing shrubs which gave a littleprotection from the winds, the wall dividing the garden of BeechcroftCottage from that of Cliff House became low, with only the iron-spiked railing on the top, as perhaps there was a desire not tooverload the cliff. The sea was of a lovely colour that day, softblue, and with exquisite purple shadows of clouds, with ripples ofgolden sparkles here and there near the sun, and Gillian stoodleaning against the rail, gazing out on it, with a longing, yearningfeeling towards the dear ones who had gone out upon it, when shebecame conscious that some one was in the other garden, which she hadhitherto thought quite deserted, and looking round, she saw a figurein black near the rail. Their eyes met, and both together exclaimed---

'Kalliope!'---'Miss Gillian! Oh, I beg your pardon!'

'How did you come here? I thought nobody did!'

'Mr. White's gardener lets us walk here. It is so nice and quiet. Alexis has taken the younger ones for a walk, but I was too muchtired. But I will not disturb you---'

'Oh! don't go away. Nobody will disturb us, and I do so want to knowabout you all. I had no notion, nor mamma either, that you wereliving here, or---'

'Or of my dear father's death!' said Kalliope, as Gillian stoppedshort, confused. 'I did write to Miss Merrifield, but the letter wasreturned. '

'But where did you write?'

'To Swanage, where she had written to me last. '

'Oh! we were only there for six weeks, while we were looking forhouses; I suppose it was just as the Wardours were gone to Nataltoo?'

'Yes, we knew they were out of reach. '

'But do tell me about it, if you do not mind. My father will want tohear. '

Kalliope told all in a calm, matter-of-fact way, but with a strain ofdeep suppressed feeling. She was about twenty-three, a girl with afine outline of features, beautiful dark eyes, and a clear brownskin, who would have been very handsome if she had looked better fedand less hardworked. Her Sunday dress showed wear and adaptation, but she was altogether ladylike, and even the fringe that hadstartled Aunt Ada only consisted of little wavy curls on the temples, increasing her classical look. 

'It was fever---at Leeds. My father was just going into a situationin the police that we had been waiting for ever so long, and therewere good schools, and Richard had got into a lawyer's office, whenthere began a terrible fever in our street---the drains were to blame, they said---and every one of us had it, except mother and Richard, whodid not sleep at home. We lost poor little Mary first, and then papaseemed to be getting better; but he was anxious about expense, andthere was no persuading him to take nourishment enough. I do believeit was that. And he had a relapse---and---'

'Oh, poor Kalliope! And we never heard of it!'

'I did feel broken down when the letter to Miss Merrifield cameback, ' said Kalliope. 'But my father had made me write to Mr. JamesWhite---not that we had any idea that he had grown so rich. He and myfather were first cousins, sons of two brothers who were builders;but there was some dispute, and it ended by my father going away andenlisting. There was nobody nearer to him, and he never heard anymore of his home; but when he was so ill, he thought he would like tobe reconciled to "Jem, " as he said, so he made me write from hisdictation. Such a beautiful letter it was, and he added a line atthe end himself. Then at last, when it was almost too late, Mr. White answered. I believe it was a mere chance---or ratherProvidence---that he ever knew it was meant for him, but there werekind words enough to cheer up my father at the last. I believe thenthe clergyman wrote to him. '

'Did not he come near you?'

'No, I have never seen him; but there was a correspondence betweenhim and Mr. Moore, the clergyman, and Richard, and he said he waswilling to put us in the way of working for ourselves, if---if---wewere not too proud. '

'Then he did it in an unkind way, ' said Gillian. 

'I try to think he did not mean to be otherwise than good to us. Itold Mr. Moore that I was not fit to be a governess, and I did notthink they could get on without me at home, but that I could drawbetter than I would do anything else, and perhaps I might getChristmas cards to do, or something like that. Mr. Moore sent a cardor two of my designing, and then Mr. White said he could find workfor me in the mosaic department here; and something for my brothers, if we did not give ourselves airs. So we came. '

'Not Richard?' said Gillian, who remembered dimly that Richard hadnot been held in great esteem by her own brothers. 

'No; Richard is in a good situation, so it was settled that he shouldstay on there. '

'And you---'

'I am in the mosaic department. Oh, Miss Gillian, I am so gratefulto Miss Merrifield. Don't you remember her looking at my littleattempts, and persuading Lady Merrifield to get mother to let me goto the School of Art? I began only as the girls do who are merehands, and now I have to prepare all the designs for them, and have anice little office of my own for it. Sometimes I get one of my owndesigns taken, and then I am paid extra. '

'Then do you maintain them all?'

'Oh no; we have lodgers, the organist and his wife, ' said Kalliope, laughing, 'and Alexis is in the telegraph office, at the works;besides, it turned out that this house and two more belong to us, andwe do very well when the tenants pay their rents. '

'But Maura is not the youngest of you, ' said Gillian, who was ratherhazy about the family. 

'No, there are the two little boys. We let them go to the NationalSchool for the present. It is a great trial to my poor mother, butthey do learn well there, and we may be able to do something betterfor them by the time they are old enough for further education. '

Just then the sound of a bell coming up from the town below was awarning to both that the conversation must be broken off. A fewwords---'I am so glad to have seen you, ' and 'It has been such apleasure'---passed, and then each hastened down her separate gardenpath. 

'Must I tell of this meeting?' Gillian asked herself. 'I shallwrite it all to mamma and Alethea, of course. How delightful thatthose lessons that Kalliope had have come to be of so much use! Howpleased Alethea will be! Poor dear thing! How much she has gonethrough! But can there be any need to tell the aunts? Would it notjust make Aunt Ada nervous about any one looking through her sweetand lovely wall? And as to Aunt Jane, I really don't see that I ambound to gratify her passion for knowing everything. I am notaccountable to her, but to my own mother. My people know all aboutKalliope, and she is prejudiced. Why should I be unkind andneglectful of an old fellow-soldier's family, because she cannot orwill not understand what they really are? It would not be theslightest use to tell her the real story. Mrs. White is fat, andKalliope has a fringe, goes to St. Kenelm's, and won't be in theG. F. S. , and that's enough to make her say she does not believe a wordof it, or else to make it a fresh ground for poking and prying, inthe way that drives one distracted! It really is quite a satis-faction to have something that she can't find out, and it is notunderhand while I write every word of it to mamma. '

So Gillian made her conscience easy, and she did write a long andfull account of the Whites and their troubles, and of herconversation with Kalliope. 

In the course of that week Fergus had a holiday, asked for by somegood-natured visitor of Mrs. Edgar's. He rushed home on the previousday with the news, to claim Aunt Jane's promise; and she undertook soto arrange matters as to be ready to go with him to the marble worksat three o'clock. Valetta could not go, as she had her music lessonat that time, and she did not regret it, for she had an idea thatblasting with powder or dynamite was always going on there. Gillianwas not quite happy about the dynamite, but she did not like toforego the chance of seeing what the work of Kalliope and Alexisreally was, so she expressed her willingness to join the party, andin the meantime did her best to prevent Aunt Ada from being drivendistracted by Fergus's impatience, which began at half-past two. 

Miss Mohun had darted out as soon as dinner was over, and he wasquite certain some horrible cad would detain her till four o'clock, and then going would be of no use. Nevertheless he was miserabletill Gillian had put on her hat, and then she could do nothing thatwould content him and keep him out of Aunt Ada's way, but walk him upand down in the little front court with the copper beeches, while shethought they must present to the neighbours a lively tableau of acouple of leopards in a cage. 

However, precisely as the clock struck three, Aunt Jane walked up tothe iron gate. She had secured an order from Mr. Stebbing, themanaging partner, without which they would not have penetrated beyondthe gate where 'No admittance except on business' was painted. 

Mr. Stebbing himself, a man with what Valetta was wont to call agrisly beard, met them a little within the gate, and did the honoursof the place with great politeness. He answered all the boy'squestions, and seemed much pleased with his intelligence andinterest, letting him see what he wished, and even having themachinery slacked to enable him to perceive how it acted, and mostdelightful of all, in the eyes of Fergus, letting him behold somedynamite, and explaining its downward explosion. He evidently had agreat respect for Miss Mohun, because she entered into it all, putpertinent questions, and helped her nephew if he did not understand. 

It was all dull work to Gillian, all that blasting and hewing andpolishing, which made the place as busy as a hive. She only wishedshe could have seen the cove as once it was, with the weather-beatenrocks descending to the sea, overhung with wild thrift and bramble, and with the shore, the peaceful haunts of the white sea-birds;whereas now the fresh-cut rock looked red and wounded, and all belowwas full of ugly slated or iron-roofed sheds, rough workmen, andgratings and screeches of machinery. 

It was the Whites whom she wanted to see, and she never came upon thebrother at all, nor on the sister, till Mr. Stebbing, perhapsobserving her listless looks, said that they were coming to whatwould be more interesting to Miss Merrifield, and took them into theworkrooms, where a number of young women were busy over the verybeautiful work by which flowers and other devices were represented byinlaying different coloured marbles and semi-precious stones in blackand white, so as to make tables, slabs, and letter-weights, andbrooches for those who could not aspire to the most splendid andcostly productions. 

Miss Mohun shook hands with 'the young ladies' within the magiccircle of the G. F. S. , and showed herself on friendly terms ofinterest with all. From a little inner office Miss White wassummoned, came out, and met an eager greeting from Gillian, butblushed a little, and perhaps had rather not have had her unusualChristian name proclaimed by the explanation---

'This is Kalliope White, Aunt Jane. '

Miss Mohun shook hands with her, and said her niece had been muchpleased at the meeting, and her sister would be glad to hear of her, explaining to Mr. Stebbing that Captain White had been a brother-officer of Sir Jasper Merrifield. 

Kalliope had a very prettily-shaped head, with short hair in littlecurls and rings all over it. Her whole manner was very quiet andunassuming, as she explained and showed whatever Mr. Stebbing wished. It was her business to make the working drawings for the others, andto select the stones used, and there could be no doubt that she was acapable and valuable worker. 

Gillian asked her to show something designed by herself, and sheproduced an exquisite table-weight, bearing a spray of sweet peas. Gillian longed to secure it for her mother, but it was veryexpensive, owing to the uncommon stones used in giving the tints, andMr. Stebbing evidently did not regard it with so much favour as thejessamines and snowdrops, which, being of commoner marbles, could besold at a rate fitter for the popular purse. Several beautifuldrawings in her office had been laid aside as impracticable, 'unlesswe had a carte blanche wedding order, ' he said, with what Gillianthought a sneer. 

She would gladly have lingered longer, but this was a very dull roomin Fergus's estimation, and perhaps Aunt Jane did not desire a longcontinuance of the conversation under Mr. Stebbing's eyes, so Gillianfound herself hurried on. 

Mr. Stebbing begged Miss Mohun to come in to his wife, who would havetea ready, and this could not be avoided without manifest incivility. Fergus hoped to have been introduced to the haunts of his hero, butMaster George was gone off in attendance on his brother, who wasfishing, and there was nothing to relieve the polite circle of thedrawing-room---a place most aesthetically correct, from cornice to thelittle rugs on the slippery floor. The little teacups and the lowTurkish table were a perfect study to those who did not---like Fergus---think more of the dainty doll's muffins on the stand, or the long-backed Dachshund who looked for them beseechingly. 

Mrs. Stebbing was quite in accordance with the rest, with a littlerow of curls over her forehead, a terra-cotta dress, and a chain ofwatch cocks, altogether rather youthful for the mother of a grown-upson, engaged in his father's business. 

She was extremely civil and polite, and everything went well exceptfor a certain stiffness. By and by the subject of the Whites cameup, and Mr. Stebbing observed that Miss Merrifield seemed to knowMiss White. 

'Oh yes, ' said Gillian eagerly; 'her father was in my father'sregiment, the Royal Wardours. '

'A non-commissioned officer, I suppose, ' said Mrs. Stebbing. 

'Not for a good many years, ' said Gillian. 'He was lieutenant forsix years, and retired with the rank of captain. '

'I know they said he was a captain, ' said Mrs. Stebbing; 'but it isvery easy to be called so. '

'Captain White was a real one, ' said Gillian, with a tone of offence. 'Every one in the Royal Wardours thought very highly of him. '

'I am sure no one would have supposed it from his family, ' said Mrs. Stebbing. 'You are aware, Miss Mohun, that it was under disgracefulcircumstances that he ran away and enlisted. '

'Many a youth who gets into a scrape becomes an excellent soldier, even an officer, ' said Miss Mohun. 

'Exactly so, ' said Mr. Stebbing. 'Those high-spirited lads are thebetter for discipline, and often turn out well under it. But theirpromotion is an awkward thing for their families, who have not beeneducated up to the mark. '

'It is an anomalous position, and I have a great pity for them, ' saidMiss Mohun. 'Miss White must be a very clever girl. '

'Talented, yes, ' said Mr. Stebbing. 'She is useful in herdepartment. 

'That may be, ' said Mrs. Stebbing; 'but it won't do to encourage her. She is an artful, designing girl, I know very well---'

'Do you know anything against her?' asked Miss Mohun, looking volumesof repression at Gillian, whose brown eyes showed symptoms of glaringlike a cat's, under her hat. 

'I do not speak without warrant, Miss Mohun. She is one of thosedemure, proper-behaved sort that are really the worst flirts of all, if you'll excuse me. '

Most thankful was Miss Mohun that the door opened at that moment toadmit some more visitors, for she saw that Gillian might at anymoment explode. 

'Aunt Jane, ' she exclaimed, as soon as they had accomplished theirdeparture, 'you don't believe it?'

'I do not think Miss White looks like it, ' said Miss Mohun. 'Sheseemed a quiet, simple girl. '

'And you don't believe all that about poor Captain White?'

'Not the more for Mrs. Stebbing's saying so. '

'But you will find out and refute her. There must be people whoknow. '

'My dear, you had better not try to rake up such things. You knowthat the man bore an excellent character for many years in the army, and you had better be satisfied with that, ' said Miss Jane for oncein her life, as if to provoke Gillian, not on the side of curiosity. 

'Then you do believe it!' went on Gillian, feeling much injured forher hero's sake, and wearing what looked like a pertinacious pout. 

'Truth compels me to say, Gillian, that the sons of men, even in asmall way of business, are not apt to run away and enlist withoutsome reason. '

'And I am quite sure it was all that horrid old White's fault. '

'You had better content yourself with that belief. '

Gillian felt greatly affronted, but Fergus, who thought all this verytiresome, broke in, after a third attempt---

'Aunt Jane, if the pulley of that crane---'

And all the way home they discussed machinery, and Gillian's heartswelled. 

'I am afraid Gillian was greatly displeased with me, ' said Miss Mohunthat evening, talking it over with her sister. 'But her captainmight have a fall if she went poking into all the gossip of the placeabout him. '

'Most likely whatever he did would be greatly exaggerated, ' saidAdeline. 

'No doubt of it! Besides, those young men who are meant by naturefor heroes are apt to show some Beserkerwuth in their youth, likeHereward le Wake. '

'But what did you think of the girl?'

'I liked her looks very much. I have seen her singing in thechoruses at the choral society concert, and thought how nice hermanner was. She does justice to her classical extraction, and ismodest and ladylike besides. Mrs. Stebbing is spiteful! I wonderwhether it is jealousy. She calls her artful and designing, whichsounds to me very much as if Master Frank might admire the damsel. I have a great mind to have the two girls to tea, and see what theyare made of. '

'We had much better wait till we hear from Lily. We cannot in theleast tell whether she would wish the acquaintance to be kept up. And if there is anything going on with young Stebbing, nothing couldbe more unadvisable than for Gillian to be mixed up in any nonsenseof that sort. '

CHAPTER VI. SINGLE MISFORTUNES NEVER COME ALONE

On Sunday, Gillian's feet found their way to the top of the garden, where she paced meditatively up and down, hoping to see Kalliope; andjust as she was giving up the expectation, the slender black figureappeared on the other side of the railings. 

'Oh, Miss Gillian, how kind!'

'Kally, I am glad!'

Wherewith they got into talk at once, for Lady Merrifield's safearrival and Sir Jasper's improvement had just been telegraphed, andthere was much rejoicing over the good news. Gillian had nearly madeup her mind to confute the enemy by asking why Captain White had leftRockquay; but somehow when it came to the point, she durst not makethe venture, and they skimmed upon more surface subjects. 

The one point of union between the parishes of Rockstone and Rockquaywas a choral society, whereof Mr. Flight of St. Kenelm's was adistinguished light, and which gave periodical concerts in theMasonic Hall. It being musical, Miss Mohun had nothing to do with itexcept the feeling it needful to give her presence to theperformances. One of these was to take place in the course of theweek, and there were programmes in all the shops, 'Mr. Alexis White'being set down for more than one solo, and as a voice in the glees. 

'Shall not you sing?' asked Gillian, remembering that her sisters hadthought Kalliope had a good ear and a pretty voice. 

'I? Oh, no!'

'I thought you used to sing. '

'Yes; but I have no time to keep it up. '

'Not even in the choruses?'

'No, I cannot manage it'---and there was a little glow in the clearbrown cheek. 

'Does your designing take up so much time?'

'It is not that, but there is a great deal to do at home in afterhours. My mother is not strong, and we cannot keep a reallyefficient servant. '

'Oh! but you must be terribly hard-worked to have no time forrelaxation. '

'Not quite that, but---it seems to me, ' burst out poor Kalliope, 'thatrelaxation does nothing but bring a girl into difficulties---anunprotected girl, I mean. '

'What do you mean?' cried Gillian, quite excited; but Kalliope hadcaught herself up. 

'Never mind, Miss Gillian; you have nothing to do with that kind ofthing. '

'But do tell me, Kally; I do want to be your friend, ' said Gillian, trying to put her hand through. 

'There's nothing to tell, ' said Kalliope, smiling and evidentlytouched, but still somewhat red, 'only you know when a girl hasnobody to look after her, she has to look after herself. '

'Doesn't Alexis look after you?' said Gillian, not at all satisfiedto be put off with this truism. 

'Poor Alex! He is younger, you know, and he has quite enough to do. Oh, Miss Gillian, he is such a very dear, good boy. '

'He has a most beautiful voice, Aunt Ada said. '

'Yes, poor fellow, though he almost wishes he had not. Oh dear Ithere's the little bell! Good-bye, Miss Merrifield, I must run, orMrs. Smithson will be gone to church, and I shall be locked in. '

So Gillian was left to the enigma why Alexis should regret the beautyof his own voice, and what Kalliope could mean by the scrapes ofunprotected girls. It did not occur to her that Miss White was herelder by six or seven years, and possibly might not rely on herjudgment and discretion as much as she might have done on those ofAlethea. 

Meantime the concert was coming on. It was not an amusement thatAunt Ada could attempt, but Miss Mohun took both her nieces, to theextreme pride and delight of Valetta, who had never been, as shesaid, 'to any evening thing but just stupid childish things, onlytrees and magic-lanterns'; and would not quite believe Gillian, whoassured her in a sage tone that she would find this far lessentertaining than either, judging by the manner in which she was wontto vituperate her music lesson. 

'Oh! but that's only scales, and everybody hates them! And I do lovea German band. '

'Especially in the middle of lesson-time, ' said Gillian. 

However, Fergus was to spend the evening with Clement Varley; andKitty was to go with her mother and sister, the latter of whom was tobe one of the performers; but it was decreed by the cruel authoritiesthat the two bosom friends would have their tongues in better orderif they were some chairs apart; and therefore, though the members ofthe two families at Beechcroft and the Tamarisks were consecutive, Valetta was quartered between her aunt and Gillian, with Mrs. Varleyon the other side of Miss Mohun, and Major Dennis flanking MissMerrifield. When he had duly inquired after Sir Jasper, and heard ofLady Merrifield's arrival, he had no more conversation for the younglady; and Valetta, having perceived by force of example that in thiswaiting-time it was not like being in church, poured out herobservations and inquiries on her sister. 

'What a funny room! And oh! do look at the pictures! Why has thatman got on a blue apron? Freemasons! What are Freemasons? Do theywork in embroidered blue satin aprons because they are gentlemen?I'll tell Fergus that is what he ought to be; he is so fond of makingthings---only I am sure he would spoil his apron. What's that curtainfor? Will they sing up there? Oh, there's Emma Norton just come in!That must be her father. That's Alice Gidding, she comes to ourSunday class, and do you know, she thought it was Joseph who was putinto the den of lions. Has not her mother got a funny head?'

'Hush now, Val. Here they come, ' as the whole chorus trooped in andbegan the 'Men of Harlech. '

Val was reduced to silence, but there was a long instrumentalperformance afterwards, during which bad examples of chatteringemboldened her to whisper---

'Did you see Beatrice Varley? And Miss Berry, our singing-mistress---and Alexis White? Maura says---'

Aunt Jane gave a touch and a frown which reduced Valetta to silenceat this critical moment; and she sat still through a good deal, onlygiving a little jump when Alexis White, with various others, came tosing a glee. 

Gillian could study the youth, who certainly was, as Aunt Ada said, remarkable for the cameo-like cutting of his profile, though perhapsno one without an eye for art would have remarked it, as he had thecallow unformed air of a lad of seventeen or eighteen, and looked shyand grave; but his voice was a fine one, and was heard to moreadvantage in the solos to a hunting song which shortly followed. 

Valetta had been rather alarmed at the applause at first, but shesoon found out what an opportunity it gave for conversation, andafter a good deal of popping her head about, she took advantage ofthe encores to excuse herself by saying, 'I wanted to see if MauraWhite was there. She was to go if Mrs. Lee---that's the lodger---wouldtake her. She says Kally won't go, or sing, or anything, because---'

How tantalising! the singers reappeared, and Valetta was reduced tosilence. Nor could the subject be renewed in the interval betweenthe parts, for Major Dennis came and stood in front, and talked toMiss Mohun; and after that Valetta grew sleepy, and nothing was to begot out of her till all was over, when she awoke into extraanimation, and chattered so vehemently all the way home that her auntadvised Gillian to get her to bed as quietly as possible, or shewould not sleep all night, and would be good for nothing the nextday. 

Gillian, however, being given to think for herself in all cases ofcounsel from Aunt Jane, thought it could do no harm to beguile thebrushing of the child's hair by asking why Kalliope would not come tothe concert. 

'Oh, it's a great secret, but Maura told me in the cloakroom. It isbecause Mr. Frank wants to be her---to be her---her admirer, ' saidValetta, cocking her head on one side, and adding to the alreadycrimson colour of her cheeks. 

'Nonsense, Val, what do you and Maura know of such things?'

'We aren't babies, Gill, and it is very unkind of you, when you toldme I was to make friends with Maura White; and Kitty Varley is quitecross with me about it. '

'I told you to be kind to Maura, but not to talk about such foolishthings. '

'I don't see why they should be foolish. It is what we all must cometo. Grown-up people do, as Lois says. I heard Aunt Ada going onever so long about Beatrice Varley and that gentleman. '

'It is just the disadvantage of that kind of school that girls talkthat sort of undesirable stuff. Gillian said to herself; butcuriosity, or interest in the Whites, prompted her to add, 'What didshe tell you?'

'If you are so cross, I shan't tell you. You hurt my head, I say. '

'Come, Val, I ought to know. '

'It's a secret. '

'Then you should not have told me so much. '

Val laughed triumphantly, and called her sister Mrs. Curiosity, andat that moment Aunt Jane knocked at the door, and said Val was not totalk. 

Val made an impatient face and began to whisper, but Gillian had toomuch proper feeling to allow this flat disobedience, and would notlisten, much as she longed to do so. She heard her little sisterrolling and tossing about a good deal, but made herself hard-heartedon principle, and acted sleep. On her own judgment, she would notwaken the child in the morning, and Aunt Jane said she was quiteright, it would be better to let Val have her sleep out, than sendher to school fretful and half alive. 'But you ought not to have lether talk last night. '

As usual, reproof was unpleasing, and silenced Gillian. She hoped toextract the rest of the story in the course of the day. But beforebreakfast was over Valetta rushed in with her hat on, havingscrambled into her clothes in a hurry, and consuming her breakfast ingreat haste, for she had no notion either of losing her place in theclass, or of missing the discussion of the entertainment with Kitty, from whom she had been so cruelly parted. 

Tete-a-tetes were not so easy as might have been expected between twosisters occupying the same room, for Valetta went to bed and to sleeplong before Gillian, and the morning toilette was a hurry; besides, Gillian had scruples, partly out of pride and partly out ofconscientiousness, about encouraging Valetta in gossip or showing hercuriosity about it. Could she make anything out from Kalliopeherself? However, fortune favoured her, for she came out of herclass only a few steps behind little Maura; and as some of Mr. Edgar's boys were about, the child naturally regarded her as aprotector. 

Maura was quite as pretty as her elders, and had more of a southernlook. Perhaps she was proportionably precocious, for she returnedGillian's greeting without embarrassment, and was quite ready toenter into conversation and show her gratification at complimentsupon her brother's voice. 

'And does not Kalliope sing? I think she used to sing very nicely inthe old times. '

'Oh yes, ' said Maura; 'but she doesn't now. '

'Why not? Has not she time?'

'That's not all' said Maura, looking significant, and an interro-gative sound sufficed to bring out---'It is because of Mr. Frank. '

'Mr. Frank Stebbing?'

'Yes. He was always after her, and would walk home with her afterthe practices, though Alexis was always there. I know that was thereason for I heard la mamma mia trying to persuade her to go on withthe society, and she was determined, and would not. Alex said shewas quite right, and it is very tiresome of him, for now she neverwalks with us on Sunday, and he used to come and give us bonbons andcrackers. '

'Then she does not like him?'

'She says it is not right or fitting, because Mr. And Mrs. Stebbingwould be against it; but mamma said he would get over them, if shewould not be so stupid, and he could make her quite a lady, like anofficer's daughter, as we are. Is it not a pity she won't, MissGillian?'

'I do not know. I think she is very good, ' said Gillian. 

'Oh! but if she would, we might all be well off again, ' said littleworldly-minded Maura; 'and I should not have to help her make thebeds, and darn, and iron, and all sorts of horrid things, but wecould live properly, like ladies. '

'I think it is more ladylike to act uprightly, ' said Gillian. 

Wherewith, having made the discovery, and escorted Maura beyond thereach of her enemies, she parted with the child, and turnedhomewards. Gillian was at the stage in which sensible maidens have acertain repugnance and contempt for the idea of love and lovers as aninterruption to the higher aims of life and destruction to familyjoys. Romance in her eyes was the exaltation of woman out of reach, and Maura's communications inclined her to glorify Kalliope as aheroine, molested by a very inconvenient person, 'Spighted by a fool, spighted and angered both, ' as she quoted Imogen to herself. 

It would be a grand history to tell Alethea of her friend, when sheshould have learnt a little more about it, as she intended to do onSunday from Kalliope herself, who surely would be grateful for somesympathy and friendship. Withal she recollected that it was Indian-mail day, and hurried home to see whether the midday post had broughtany letters. Her two aunts were talking eagerly, but suddenly brokeoff as she opened the door. 

'Well, Gillian---' began Aunt Ada. 

'No, no, let her see for herself, ' said Aunt Jane. 

'Oh! I hope nothing is the matter?' she exclaimed, seeing a letterto herself on the table. 

'No; rather the reverse. '

A horrible suspicion, as she afterwards called it, came over Gillianas she tore open the letter. There were two small notes. The firstwas---

'DEAR LITTLE GILL---I am going to give you a new brother. Mother willtell you all. ---Your loving sister, 'P. E. M. '

She gasped, and looked at the other. 

'DEAREST GILLIAN---After all you have heard about Frank, perhaps youwill know that I am very happy. You cannot guess how happy, and itis so delightful that mamma is charmed with him. He has got twomedals and three clasps. There are so many to write to, I can onlygive my poor darling this little word. She will find it is onlyhaving another to be as fond of her as her old Alley. '

Gillian looked up in a bewildered state, and gasped 'Both!'

Aunt Jane could not help smiling a little, and saying, 'Yes, both atone fell swoop. '

'It's dreadful, ' said Gillian. 

'My dear, if you want to keep your sisters to yourself, you shouldnot let them go to India, said Aunt Ada. 

'They said they wouldn't! They were quite angry at the notion ofbeing so commonplace, ' said Gillian. 

'Oh, no one knows till her time comes!' said Aunt Jane. 

Gillian now applied herself to her mother's letter, which was alsoshort. 

'MY DEAREST GILLYFLOWER---I know this will be a great blow to you, asindeed it was to me; but we must not be selfish, and must rememberthat the sisters' happiness and welfare is the great point. I wish Icould write to you more at length; but time will not let me, scattered as are all my poor flock at home. So I must leave you tolearn the bare public facts from Aunt Jane, and only say my especialprivate words to you. You are used to being brevet eldest daughterto me, now you will have to be so to papa, who is mending fast, but, I think, will come home with me. Isn't that news? 'Your loving mother. '

'They have told you all about it, Aunt Jane!' said Gillian. 

'Yes; they have been so cruel as not even to tell you the names ofthese robbers? Well, I dare say you had rather read my letter thanhear it. '

'Thank you very much, Aunt Jane! May I take it upstairs with me?'

Consent was readily given, and Gillian had just time for her firstcursory reading before luncheon. 

'DEAREST JENNY---Fancy what burst upon me only the day after mycoming---though really we ought to be very thankful. You mightperhaps have divined what was brewing from the letters. Jasper knewof one and suspected the other before the accident, and he says itprevented him from telegraphing to stop me, for he was sure one orboth the girls would want their mother. Phyllis began it. Hers is ayoung merchant just taken into the great Underwood firm. BernardUnderwood, a very nice fellow, brother to the husband of one of HarryMay's sisters---very much liked and respected, and, by the way, anuncommonly handsome man. That was imminent before Jasper's accident, and the letter to prepare me must be reposing in Harry's care. Mr. Underwood came down with Claude to meet me when I landed, and Iscented danger in his eye. But it is all right---only his income isentirely professional, and they will have to live out here for sometime to come. 

'The other only spoke yesterday, having abstained from worrying hisGeneral. He is Lord Francis Somerville, son to Lord Liddesdale, anda captain in the Glen Lorn Highlanders, who have not above a coupleof years to stay in these parts. He was with the riding party whenJasper fell, and was the first to lift him; indeed, he held him allthe time of waiting, for poor Claude trembled too much. He was animmense help through the nursing, and they came to know and depend onhim as nothing else would have made them do; and they proved howsincerely right-minded and good he is. There is some connection withthe Underwoods, though I have not quite fathomed it. There is nofear about home consent, for it seems that he is given to outpouringsto his mother, and had heard that if he thought of Sir JasperMerrifield's daughter his parents would welcome her, knowing what SirJ. Is. There's for you! considering that we have next to nothing togive the child, and Frank has not much fortune, but Alethea istrained to the soldierly life, and they will be better off thanJasper and I were. 

'The worst of it is leaving them behind; and as neither of thegentlemen can afford a journey home, we mean to have the doublewedding before Lent. As to outfit, the native tailors must bechiefly trusted to, or the stores at Calcutta, and I must send outthe rest when I come home. Only please send by post my wedding veil(Gillian knows where it is), together with another as like it as maybe. Any slight lace decorations to make us respectable which suggestthemselves to you and her might come; I can't recollect or mentionthem now. I wish Reginald could come and tell you all, but the poorfellow has to go home full pelt about those Irish. Jasper is writingto William, and you must get business particulars from him, and letGillian and the little ones hear, for there is hardly any time towrite. Phyllis, being used to the idea, is very quiet and matter-of-fact about it. She hoped, indeed, that I guessed nothing till I wassatisfied about papa, and had had time to rest. Alethea is in a muchmore April condition, and I am glad Frank waited till I was here onher account and on her father's. He is going on well, but must keepstill. He declares that being nursed by two pair of lovers is highlyamusing. However, such homes being found for two of the tribe is agreat relief to his mind. I suppose it is to one's rational mind, though it is a terrible tug at one's heart-strings. You shall hearagain by the next mail. A brown creature waits to take this to beposted. --- Your loving sister, L. M. '

Gillian came down to dinner quite pale, and to Aunt Ada's kind 'Well, Gillian?' she could only repeat, 'It is horrid. '

'It is hard to lose all the pretty double wedding, ' said Aunt Ada. 

'Gillian does not mean that, ' hastily put in Miss Mohun. 

'Oh no, ' said Gillian; 'that would be worse than anything. '

'So you think, ' said Aunt Jane; 'but believe those who have gonethrough it all, my dear, when the wrench is over, one feels thebenefit. '

Gillian shook her head, and drank water. Her aunts went on talking, for they thought it better that she should get accustomed to theprospect; and, moreover, they were so much excited that they couldhardly have spoken of anything else. Aunt Jane wondered if Phyllis'sbetrothed were a brother of Mr. Underwood of St. Matthew's, Whittingtown, with whom she had corresponded about the consumptivehome; and Aunt Ada regretted the not having called on Lady Liddesdalewhen she had spent some weeks at Rockstone, and consoled herself byrecollecting that Lord Rotherwood would know all about the family. She had already looked it out in the Peerage, and discovered thatLord Francis Cunningham Somerville was the only younger son, that hisage was twenty-nine, and that he had three sisters, all married, aswell as his elder brother, who had children enough to make itimprobable that Alethea would ever be Lady Liddesdale. She wouldhave shown Gillian the record, but received the ungracious answer, 'I hate swells. '

'Let her alone, Ada, ' said Aunt Jane; 'it is a very sore business. She will be better by and by. '

There ensued a little discussion how the veil at Silverfold was to behunted up, or if Gillian and her aunt must go to do so. 

'Can you direct Miss Vincent?' asked Miss Mohun. 

'No, I don't think I could; besides, I don't like to set any one topoke and meddle in mamma's drawers. '

'And she could hardly judge what could be available, ' added Miss Ada. 

'Gillian must go to find it, ' said Aunt Jane; 'and let me see, whenhave I a day? Saturday is never free, and Monday--I could ask Mrs. Hablot to take the cutting out, and then I could look up Lily'sBrussels---'

There she caught a sight of Gillian's face. Perhaps one cause of thealienation the girl felt for her aunt was, that there was a certainkindred likeness between them which enabled each to divine theother's inquiring disposition, though it had different effects on theelder and younger character. Jane Mohun suspected that she had onher ferret look, and guessed that Gillian's disgusted air meant thatthe idea of her turning over Lady Merrifield's drawers was almost asdistasteful as that of the governess's doing it. 

'Suppose Gillian goes down on Monday with Fanny, ' she said. 'Shecould manage very well, I am sure. '

Gillian cleared up a little. There is much consolation in being of alittle importance, and she liked the notion of a day at home, a quietday, as she hoped in her present mood, of speaking to nobody. Heraunt let her have her own way, and only sent a card to Macrae toprovide for meeting and for food, not even letting Miss Vincent knowthat she was coming. That feeling of not being able to talk about itor be congratulated would wear off, Aunt Jane said, if she was notworried or argued with, in which case it might become perverseaffectation. 

It certainly was not shared by the children. Sisters unseen forthree years could hardly be very prominent in their minds. Fergushoped that they would ride to the wedding upon elephants, and Valettathought it very hard to miss the being a bridesmaid, when KittyVarley had already enjoyed the honour. However, she soon began toglorify herself on the beauty of Alethea's future title. 

'What will Kitty Varley and all say?' was her cry. 

'Nothing, unless they are snobs, as girls always are, ' said Fergus. 

'It is not a nice word, ' said Miss Adeline. 

'But there's nothing else that expresses it, Aunt Ada, ' returnedGillian. 

'I agree to a certain degree, ' said Miss Mohun; 'but still I am notsure what it does express. '

'Just what girls of that sort are, ' said Gillian. 'Mere worshippersof any sort of handle to one's name. '

'Gillian, Gillian, you are not going in for levelling, ' cried AuntAdeline. 

'No, ' said Gillian; 'but I call it snobbish to make more fuss aboutAlethea's concern than Phyllis's---just because he calls himselfLord--'

'That is to a certain degree true, ' said Miss Mohun. 'The worth ofthe individual man stands first of all, and nothing can be sillier orin worse taste than to parade one's grand relations. '

'To parade, yes, ' said Aunt Adeline; 'but there is no doubt that goodconnections are a great advantage. '

'Assuredly, ' said Miss Mohun. 'Good birth and an ancestry aboveshame are really a blessing, though it has come to be the fashion tosneer at them. I do not mean merely in the eyes of the world, thoughit is something to have a name that answers for your relations beingrespectable. But there are such things as hereditary qualities, andthus testimony to the existence of a distinguished forefather isworth having. '

'Lily's dear old Sir Maurice de Mohun to wit, ' said Miss Adeline. 'You know she used to tease Florence by saying the Barons ofBeechcroft had a better pedigree than the Devereuxes. '

'I'd rather belong to the man who made himself, ' said Gillian. 

'Well done, Gill! But though your father won his own spurs, youcan't get rid of his respectable Merrifield ancestry wherewith hestarted in life. '

'I don't want to. I had rather have them than horrid robberBorderers, such as no doubt these Liddesdale people were. '

There was a little laughing at this; but Gillian was saying in herown mind that it was a fine thing to be one's own Rodolf of Hapsburg, and in that light she held Captain White, who, in her present stateof mind, she held to have been a superior being to all theSomervilles---perhaps to all the Devereuxes who ever existed. 

CHAPTER VII. AN EMPTY NEST

There had been no injunctions of secrecy, and though neither MissMohun nor Gillian had publicly mentioned the subject, all Rockquaywho cared for the news knew by Sunday morning that Lady Merrifield'stwo elder daughters were engaged. 

Gillian, in the course of writing her letters, had become somewhatfamiliarised with the idea, and really looked forward to talking itover with Kalliope. Though that young person could hardly be termedAlethea's best friend, it was certain that Alethea stood foremostwith her, and that her interest in the matter would be very loving. 

Accordingly, Kalliope was at the place of meeting even beforeGillian, and anxiously she looked as she said---

'May I venture---may I ask if it is true?'

'True? Oh yes, Kally, I knew you would care. '

'Indeed, I well may. There is no expressing how much I owe to dearMiss Alethea and Lady Merrifield, and it is such a delight to hear ofthem. '

Accordingly, Gillian communicated the facts as she knew them, andoffered to give any message. 

'Only my dear love and congratulations, ' said Kalliope, with a littlesigh. 'I should like to have written, but---'

'But why don't you, then?'

'Oh no; she would be too much engaged to think of us, and it wouldonly worry her to be asked for her advice. '

'I think I know what it is about, ' said Gillian. 

'How? Oh, how do you know? Did Mr. Flight say anything?'

'Mr. Flight?' exclaimed Gillian. 'What has he to do with it?'

'It was foolish, perhaps; but I did hope he might have helped Alexis, and now he seems only to care for his music. '

'Helped him! How?"

'Perhaps it was unreasonable, but Alexis has always been to goodschools. He was getting on beautifully at Leeds, and we thought hewould have gained a scholarship and gone on to be a clergyman. Thatwas what his mind has always been fixed upon. You cannot think howgood and devoted he is, ' said Kalliope with a low trembling voice;'and my father wished it very much too. But when the break-up came, Mr. White made our not being too fine, as he said, to work, a sort ofcondition of doing anything for us. Mr. Moore did tell him whatAlexis is, but I believe he thought it all nonsense, and there wasnothing to be done. Alexis--dear fellow---took it so nicely, said hewas thankful to be able to help mother, and if it was his duty andGod's will, it was sure to come right; and he has been plodding awayat the marble works ever since, quite patiently and resolutely, buttrying to keep up his studies in the evening, only now he has workedthrough all his old school-books. '

'And does not Mr. Flight know that I will help him?'

'Well, Mr. Flight means to be kind, and sometimes seems to think muchof him; but it is all for his music, I am afraid. He is alwayswanting new things to be learnt and practised, and those take up somuch time; and though he does lend us books, they are of no use forstudy, though they only make the dear boy long and long the more toget on. '

'Does not Mr. Flight know?'

'I am not sure. I think he does; but in his ardour for music heseems to forget all about it. It does seem such a pity that allAlexis's time should be wasted in this drudgery. If I could only besure of more extra work for my designs, I could set him free; and ifSir Jasper were only at home, I am sure he would put the boy in theway of earning his education. If it were only as a pupil teacher, hewould be glad, but then he says he ought not to throw all on me. '

'Oh, he must be very good!' exclaimed Gillian. 'I am sure papa willhelp him! I wish I could. Oh!'---with a sudden recollection---'Iwonder what books he wants most. I am going to Silverfold to-morrow, and there are lots of old school-books there of the boys', doingnothing, that I know he might have. '

'Oh, Miss Gillian, how good of you! How delighted he would be!'

'Do you know what he wants most?'

'A Greek grammar and lexicon most of all, ' was the ready answer. 'Hehas been trying to find them at the second-hand shop ever so long, but I am afraid there is no hope of a lexicon. They are so large andexpensive. '

'I think there is an old one of Jasper's, if he would not mind itsback being off, and lots of blots. '

'He would mind nothing. Oh, Miss Gillian, you can't think how happyhe will be. 

'If there is anything else he wants very much, how could he let meknow?' mused Gillian. 'Oh, I see! What time are you at the works?'

'Alex is there at seven; I don't go till nine. '

'I am to be at the station at 8. 40. Could you or Maura meet me thereand tell me?'

To this Kalliope agreed, for she said she could be sure of getting toher post in time afterwards, and she seemed quite overjoyed. No onecould look at her without perceiving that Alexis was the primethought of her heart, and Gillian delighted her by repeating AuntAdeline's admiration of his profile, and the general opinion of hissinging. 

'I am so sorry you have had to give it up, ' she added. 

'It can't be helped, ' Kalliope said; 'and I really have no time. '

'But that's not all, ' said Gillian, beginning to blush herself. 

'0h! I hope there's no gossip or nonsense about _that_, ' criedKalliope, her cheeks flaming. 

'Only---'

'Not Maura? Naughty little girl, I did not think she knew anything. Not that there is anything to tell, ' said Kalliope, much distressed;'but it is dreadful that there should be such talk. '

'I thought it was _that_ you meant when you said you wanted advice. '

'No one could advise me, I am afraid, ' said the girl. 'If we couldonly go away from this place! But that's impossible, and I dare saythe fancy will soon go off!'

'Then you don't care for him?'

'My dear Miss Gillian, when I have seen _gentlemen_!' said Kalliope, in a tone that might have cured her admirer. 

They had, however, talked longer than usual, and the notes of thewarning bell came up, just when Gillian had many more questions toask, and she had to run down the garden all in a glow with eagernessand excitement, so that Aunt Ada asked if she had been standing inthe sea wind. Her affirmative was true enough, and yet she wasalmost ashamed of it, as not the whole truth, and there was aconsciousness about her all the afternoon which made her soon regretthat conversation was chiefly absorbed by the younger one'slamentations that they were not to accompany her to Silverfold, andby their commissions. Fergus wanted a formidable amount of precioustools, and inchoate machines, which Mrs. Halfpenny had regarded as'mess, ' and utterly refused to let his aunts be 'fashed' with; whileValetta's orders were chiefly for the visiting all the creatures, soas to bring an exact account of the health and spirits of RigdumFunnidos, etc. , also for some favourite story-books which she wishedto lend to Kitty Varley and Maura White. 

'For do you know, Gill, Maura has never had a new story-book sincemamma gave her Little Alice and her Sister, when she was seven yearsold! Do bring her Stories They Tell Me, and On Angel's Wings. '

'But is not that Mysie's?'

'Oh yes, but I know Mysie would let her have it. Mysie always letMaura have everything of hers, because the boys teased her. '

'I will bring it; but I think Mysie ought to be written to before itis lent. '

'That is right, Gillian, ' said Miss Mohun; 'it is always wiser to beabove-board when dealing with other people's things, even intrifles. '

Why did this sound like a reproach, and as if it implied suspicionthat Gillian was not acting on that principle? She resented thefeeling. She knew she might do as she liked with the boys' oldbooks, for which they certainly had no affection, and which indeedher mother had talked of offering to some of those charities whichhave a miscellaneous appetite, and wonderful power of adaptation ofthe disused. Besides, though no one could have the least objectionto their being bestowed on the Whites, the very fact of this beingher third secret meeting with Kalliope was beginning to occasion anawkwardness in accounting for her knowledge of their needs. It wasobvious to ask why she had not mentioned the first meeting, and thisher pride would not endure. She had told her parents by letter. What more could be desired?

Again, when she would not promise to see either Miss Vincent or theMiss Hackets, because 'she did not want to have a fuss, ' Aunt Janesaid she thought it a pity, with regard at least to the governess, who might feel herself hurt at the neglect, 'and needless secrets arealways unadvisable. '

Gillian could hardly repress a wriggle, but her Aunt Ada laughed, saying, 'Especially with you about, Jenny, for you always find themout. '

At present, however, Miss Mohun certainly had no suspicion. Gillianwas very much afraid she would think proper to come to the station inthe morning; but she was far too busy, and Gillian started off in theomnibus alone with Mrs. Mount in handsome black silk trim, to bepresented to Mr. Macrae, and much enjoying the trip, having been wellinstructed by Fergus and Valetta in air that she was to see. 

Kalliope was descried as the omnibus stopped, and in a few secondsGillian had shaken hands with her, received the note, and heard theardent thanks sent from Alexis, and which the tattered books---even ifthey proved to be right---would scarcely deserve. He would come withhis sister to receive the parcel at the station on Gillian's return---at 5. 29, an offer which obviated any further difficulties as toconveyance. 

Mrs. Mount was intent upon the right moment to run the gauntlet forthe tickets; and had it been otherwise, would have seen nothingremarkable in her charge being accosted by a nice-looking ladylikegirl. So on they rushed upon their way, Gillian's spirits rising ina curious sense of liberty and holiday-making. 

In due time they arrived, and were received by Macrae with the ponycarriage, while the trees of Silverfold looked exquisite in theirautumn red, gold, and brown. 

But the dreariness of the deserted house, with no one on the stepsbut Quiz, and all the furniture muffled in sheets, struck Gillianmore than she had expected, though the schoolroom had been wakened upfor her, a bright fire on the hearth, and the cockatoo highlyconversational, the cats so affectionate that it was difficult totake a step without stumbling over one of them. 

When the business had all been despatched, the wedding veildisinterred, and the best Brussels and Honiton safely disposed in abox, when an extremely dilapidated and much-inked collection ofschool-books had been routed out of the backstairs cupboard (commonlycalled Erebus) and duly packed, when a selection of lighterliterature had been made with a view both to Valetta and Lilian; whenGillian had shown all she could to Mrs. Mount, visited all theanimals, gone round the garden, and made two beautiful posies ofautumn flowers, one for her little sister and the other for Kalliope, discovered that Fergus's precious machine had been ruthlessly madeaway with, but secured his tools, ---she found eating partridge insolitary grandeur rather dreary work, though she had all the bread-sauce to herself, and cream to her apple tart, to say nothing ofMacrae, waiting upon her as if she had been a duchess, and conversingin high exultation upon the marriages, only regretting that onegentleman should be a civilian; he had always augured that all hisyoung ladies would be in the Service, and begging that he might bemade aware of the wedding-day, so as to have the bells rung. 

To express her own feelings to the butler was not possible, and hisglee almost infected her. She was quite sorry when, having placed achoice of pears and October peaches before her, he went off toentertain Mrs. Mount; and after packing a substratum of the fruit inthe basket for the Whites, she began almost to repent of havinginsisted on not returning to Rockstone till the four o'clock train, feeling her solitary liberty oppressive; and finally she foundherself walking down the drive in search of Miss Vincent. 

She had to confess to herself that her aunt was quite right, and thatthe omission would have been a real unkindness, when she saw how wornand tired the governess looked, and the brightness that flashed overthe pale face at sight of her. Mrs. Vincent had been much worse, andthough slightly better for the present was evidently in a criticalstate, very exhausting to her daughter. 

Good Miss Hacket at that moment came in to sit with her, and send thedaughter out for some air; and it was well that Gillian had had somepractice in telling her story not too disconsolately, for it wasreceived with all the delight that the mere notion of a marriageseems to inspire, though Phyllis and Alethea had scarcely been seenat Silverfold before they had gone to India with their father. 

Miss Hacket had to be content with the names before she hastened upto the patient; but Miss Vincent walked back through the paddock withGillian, talking over what was more personally interesting to thegoverness, the success of her own pupils, scattered as they were, andcomparing notes upon Mysie's letters. One of these Miss Vincent hadjust received by the second post, having been written to announce thegreat news, and it continued in true Mysie fashion:---

'Cousin Rotherwood knows all about them, and says they will have afamous set of belongings. He will take me to see some of them if wego to London before mamma comes home. Bernard Underwood's sister ismarried to Mr. Grinstead, the sculptor who did the statue of Mercy atthe Gate that Harry gave a photograph of to mamma, and she paintspictures herself. I want to see them; but I do not know whether weshall stay in London, for they do not think it agrees with Fly. I domore lessons than she does now, and I have read through all Autour demon Jardin. I have a letter from Dolores too, and she thinks thatAunt Phyllis and all are coming home to make a visit in England forUncle Harry to see his father, and she wishes very much that theywould bring her; but it is not to be talked about for fear theyshould be hindered, and old Dr. May hear of it and be disappointed;but you won't see any one to tell. '

'There, what have I done?' exclaimed Miss Vincent in dismay. 'But Ihad only just got the letter, and had barely glanced through it. '

'Besides, who would have thought of Mysie having any secrets?' saidGillian. 

'After all, I suppose no harm is done; for you can't have any otherconnection with these Mays. '

'Oh yes, there will be; for I believe a brother of this man ofPhyllis's married one of the Miss Mays, and I suppose we shall haveto get mixed up with the whole lot. How I do hate strangers! ButI'll take care, Miss Vincent, indeed I will. One is not bound totell one's aunts everything like one's mother. '

'No, ' said Miss Vincent decidedly, 'especially when it is anotherperson's secret betrayed through inadvertence. ' Perhaps she thoughtGillian looked dangerously gratified, for she added: 'However, youknow poor Dolores did not find secrecy answer. '

'Oh, there are secrets and secrets, and aunts and aunts!' saidGillian. 'Dolores had no mother. '

'It makes a difference, ' said Miss Vincent. 'I should never ask youto conceal anything from Lady Merrifield. Besides, this is not amatter of conduct, only a report. '

Gillian would not pursue the subject. Perhaps she was a littledisingenuous with her conscience, for she wanted to carry off theimpression that Miss Vincent had pronounced concealment from heraunts to be justifiable; and she knew at the bottom of her heart thather governess would condemn a habit of secret intimacy with any onebeing carried on without the knowledge of her hostess and guardianfor the time being, ---above all when it was only a matter, of waiting. 

It is a fine thing for self-satisfaction to get an opinion withouttelling the whole of the facts of the case, and Gillian went home inhigh spirits, considerably encumbered with parcels, and surprisingMrs. Mount by insisting that two separate packages should be made ofthe books. 

Kalliope and Alexis were both awaiting her at the station, theirgratitude unbounded, and finding useful vent by the latter fetching acab and handing in the goods. 

It was worth something to see how happy the brother and sisterlooked, as they went off in the gaslight, the one with the big brownpaper parcel, the other with the basket of fruit and flowers; andGillian's explanation to Mrs. Mount that they were old friends of hersoldiering days was quite satisfactory. 

There was a grand unpacking. Aunt Ada was pleased with the lateroses, and Aunt Jane that there had been a recollection of LilianGiles, to whom she had thought her niece far too indifferent. Valetta fondled the flowers, and was gratified to hear of the ardentaffection of the Begum and the health of Rigdum, though Gillian wasforced to confess that she had not transferred to him the kiss thatshe had been commissioned to convey. Nobody was disappointed exceptFergus, who could not but vituperate the housemaids for thedestruction of his new patent guillotine for mice, which was to havebeen introduced to Clement Varley. To be sure it would hardly everact, and had never cut off the head of anything save a dandelion, butthat was a trifling consideration. 

A letter from Mysie was awaiting Gillian, not lengthy, for there wasa long interval between Mysie's brains and her pen, and sayingnothing about the New Zealand report. The selection of lace was muchapproved, and the next day there was to be an expedition to endeavourto get the veil matched as nearly as possible. The only dangerousmoment was at breakfast the next day, when Miss Mohun said---

'Fanny was delighted with Silverfold. Macrae seems to have been thepink of politeness to her. '

'She must come when the house is alive again, ' said Gillian. 'Whatwould she think of it then!'

'Oh, that would be perfectly delicious, ' cried Valetta. 'She wouldsee Begum and Rigdum---'

'And I could show her how to work the lawn cutter, ' added Fergus. 

'By the bye, ' said Aunt Jane, 'whom have you been lending books to?'

'Oh, to the Whites, ' said Gillian, colouring, as she felt more thanshe could wish. 'There were some old school-books that I thoughtwould be useful to them, and I was sure mamma would like them to havesome flowers and fruit. '

She felt herself very candid, but why would Aunt Jane look at thosetell-tale cheeks. 

Sunday was wet, or rather 'misty moisty, ' with a raw sea-fogoverhanging everything---not bad enough, however, to keep any oneexcept Aunt Ada from church or school, though she decidedlyremonstrated against Gillian's going out for her wandering in thegarden in such weather; and, if she had been like the other aunt, might almost have been convinced that such determination must be foran object. However, Gillian encountered the fog in vain, though shewalked up and down the path till her clothes were quite limp andflabby with damp. All the view that rewarded her was the outline ofthe shrubs looming through the mist like distant forests asmountains. Moreover, she got a scolding from Aunt Ada, who met hercoming in, and was horrified at the misty atmosphere which she wassaid to have brought in, and insisted on her going at once to changeher dress, and staying by the fireside all the rest of the afternoon. 

'I cannot think what makes her so eager about going out in theafternoon, ' said the younger aunt to the elder. 'It is impossiblethat she can have any reason for it. '

'Only Sunday restlessness, ' said Miss Mohun, 'added to the recklessfolly of the "Bachfisch" about health. '

'That's true, ' said Adeline, 'girls must be either so delicate thatthey are quite helpless, or so strong as to be absolutely weather-proof. '

Fortune, however, favoured Gillian when next she went to Lily Giles. She had never succeeded in taking real interest in the girl, whoseemed to her to be so silly and sentimental that an impulse toanswer drily instantly closed up all inclination to effusions ofconfidence. Gillian had not yet learnt breadth of charity enough tounderstand that everybody does not feel, or express feeling, afterthe same pattern; that gush is not always either folly orinsincerity; and that girls of Lily's class are about at the samestage of culture as the young ladies of whom her namesake in theInheritance is the type. When Lily showed her in some littlemagazine the weakest of poetry, and called it so sweet, just like'dear Mr. Grant's lovely sermon, the last she had heard. Did he notlook so like a saint in his surplice and white stole, with his holyface and beautiful blue eyes; it was enough to make any one feel goodto look at him, ' Gillian simply replied, 'Oh, _I_ never think of theclergyman's looks, ' and hurried to her book, feeling infinitelydisgusted and contemptuous, never guessing that these poor verses, and the curate's sermons and devotional appearance were, to the younggirl's heart, the symbols of all that was sacred, and all that wasrefined, and that the thought of them was the solace of her lonelyand suffering hours. Tolerant sympathy is one of the latest lessonsof life, and perhaps it is well that only

 'The calm temper of our age should be Like the high leaves upon the holly-tree, '

for the character in course of formation needs to be guarded byprickles. 

However, on this day Undine was to be finished, for Gillian was inhaste to begin Katharine Ashton, which would, she thought, be muchmore wholesome reality, so she went on later than usual, and cameaway at last, leaving her auditor dissolved in tears over poorUndine's act of justice. 

As Mrs. Giles, full of thanks, opened the little garden-gate just astwilight was falling, Gillian beheld Kalliope and Alexis White comingup together from the works, and eagerly met and shook hands withthem. The dark days were making them close earlier, they explained, and as Kalliope happened to have nothing to finish or purchase, shewas able to come home with her brother. 

Therewith Alexis began to express, with the diffidence of extremegratitude, his warm thanks for the benefaction of books, which wereexactly what he had wanted and longed for. His foreign birth enabledhim to do this much more prettily and less clumsily than an Englishboy, and Gillian was pleased, though she told him that her brother'sold ill-used books were far from worthy of such thanks. 

'Ah, you cannot guess how precious they are to me!' said Alexis. 'They are the restoration of hope. '

'And can you get on by yourself?' asked Gillian. 'Is it not verydifficult without any teacher?'

'People have taught themselves before, ' returned the youth, 'so Ihope to do so myself; but of course there are many questions I longto ask. '

'Perhaps I could answer some, ' said Gillian; 'I have done someclassics with a tutor. '

'Oh, thank you, Miss Merrifield, ' he said eagerly. 'If you couldmake me understand the force of the aorist. 

It so happened that Gillian had the explanation at her tongue's end, and it was followed by another, and another, till one occurred whichcould hardly be comprehended without reference to the passage, uponwhich Alexis pulled a Greek Testament out of his pocket, and hissister could not help exclaiming---

'Oh, Alexis, you can't ask Miss Merrifield to do Greek with you outin the street. '

Certainly it was awkward, the more so as Mrs. Stebbing just thendrove by in her carriage. 

'What a pity!' exclaimed Gillian. 'But if you would set down anydifficulties, you could send them to me by Kalliope on Sunday. '

'Oh, Miss Merrifield, how very good of you!' exclaimed Alexis, hisface lighting up with joy. 

But Kalliope looked doubtful, and began a hesitating 'But---'

'I'll tell you of a better way!' exclaimed Gillian. 'I always goonce a week to read to this Lilian Giles, and if I come downafterwards to Kalliope's office after you have struck work, I couldsee to anything you wanted to ask. '

Alexis broke out into the most eager thanks. Kalliope said hardlyanything, and as they had reached the place where the roads diverged, they bade one another good-evening. 

Gillian looked after the brother and sister just as the gas was beinglighted, and could almost guess what Alexis was saying, by hisgestures of delight. She did not hear, and did not guess howKalliope answered, 'Don't set your heart on it too much, dear fellow, for I should greatly doubt whether Miss Gillian's aunts will consent. Oh yes, of course, if they permit her, it will be all right. 

So Gillian went her way feeling that she had found her 'great thing. 'Training a minister for the Church! Was not that a 'great thing'?

CHAPTER VIII. GILLIAN'S PUPIL

Gillian was not yet seventeen, and had lived a home life totallyremoved from gossip, so that she had no notion that she was doing amore awkward or remarkable thing than if she had been teaching adrummer-boy. She even deliberated whether she should mention herundertaking to her mother, or produce the grand achievement of AlexisWhite, prepared for college, on the return from India; but a sensethat she had promised to tell everything, and that, while she did so, she could defy any other interference, led her to write the design ina letter to Ceylon, and then she felt ready to defy any censure orobstructions from other Quarters. 

Mystery has a certain charm. Infinite knowledge of human nature wasshown in the text, 'Stolen waters are sweet, and bread eaten insecret is pleasant'; and it would be hard to define how muchGillian's satisfaction was owing to the sense of benevolence, or tothe pleasure of eluding Aunt Jane, when, after going through herchapter of Katharine Ashton, in a somewhat perfunctory manner, shehastened away to Miss White's office. This, being connected with theshowroom, could be entered without passing through the gate with theinscription---'No admittance except on business. ' Indeed, the officehad a private door, which, at Gillian's signal, was always opened toher. There, on the drawing-desk, lay a Greek exercise and atranslation, with queries upon the difficulties for Gillian tocorrect, or answer in writing. Kalliope had managed to make thatlittle room a pleasant place, bare as it was, by pinning a few of herdesigns on the walls, and always keeping a terracotta vase of flowersor coloured leaves upon the table. The lower part of the window shehad blocked with transparencies delicately cut and tinted incardboard---done, as she told Gillian, by her little brother Theodore, who learnt to draw at the National School, and had the same turn forart as herself. Altogether, the perfect neatness and simplicity ofthe little room gave it an air of refinement, which rendered it by nomeans an unfit setting for the grave beauty of Kalliope's countenanceand figure. 

The enjoyment of the meeting was great on both sides, partly from thesavour of old times, and partly because there was really much thatwas uncommon and remarkable about Kalliope herself. Her father'spromotion had come exactly when she and her next brother were at thetime of life when the changes it brought would tell most on theirminds and manners. They had both been sent to schools where they hadassociated with young people of gentle breeding, which perhaps theirpartly foreign extraction, and southern birth and childhood, made iteasier for them to assimilate. Their beauty and brightness had ledto a good deal of kindly notice from the officers and ladies of theregiment, and they had thus acquired the habits and ways of the classto which they had been raised. Their father, likewise, had been aman of a chivalrous nature, whose youthful mistakes had been theoutcome of high spirit and romance, and who, under discipline, danger, suffering, and responsibility, had become earnestlyreligious. There had besides been his Colonel's influence on him, and on his children that of Lady Merrifield and Alethea. 

It had then been a piteous change and darkening of life when, afterthe crushing grief of his death, the young people found themselves insuch an entirely different stratum of society. They were ready towork, but they could not help feeling the mortification of beingrelegated below the mysterious line of gentry, as they foundthemselves at Rockquay, and viewed as on a level with the clerks andshop-girls of the place. Still more, as time went on, did they missthe companionship and intercourse to which they had been used. Mr. Flight, the only person in a higher rank who took notice of them, andperceived that there was more in them than was usual, was after allonly a patron---not a friend, and perhaps was not essentially enoughof a gentleman to be free from all airs of condescension even withAlexis, while he might be wise in not making too much of an approachto so beautiful a girl as Kalliope. Besides, after a fit ofeagerness, and something very like promises, he had apparently letAlexis drop, only using him for his musical services, and not doinganything to promote the studies for which the young man thirsted, norproposing anything for the younger boys, who would soon outgrow theNational School. 

Alexis had made a few semi-friends among the musical youth of theplace; but there was no one to sympathise with him in his studioustastes, and there was much in his appearance and manners to cause theaccusation of being 'stuck-up'---music being really the only point ofcontact with most of his fellows of the lower professional class. 

Kalliope had less time, but she had, on principle, cultivated kindlyterms with the young women employed under her. Her severe style ofbeauty removed her from any jealousy of her as a rival, and she wasadmired---almost worshipped---by them as the glory of the workshop. They felt her superiority, and owned her ability; but nobody therewas capable of being a companion to her. Thus the sister and brotherhad almost wholly depended upon one another; and it was like a breathfrom what now seemed the golden age of their lives when GillianMerrifield walked into the office, treating Kalliope with all thefreedom of an equal and the affection of an old friend. There wasnot very much time to spare after Gillian had looked at theexercises, noted and corrected the errors, and explained thedifficulties or mistakes in the translation from Testament andDelectus, feeling all the time how much more mastery of the subjecther pupil had than Mr. Pollock's at home had ever attained to. 

However, Kalliope always walked home with her as far as the openingof Church Cliff Road, and they talked of the cleverness and goodnessof the brothers, except Richard at Leeds, who never seemed to bementioned; how Theodore kept at the head of the school, and had hopesof the drawing prize, and how little Petros devoured tales ofbattles, and would hear of nothing but being a soldier. Now andthen, too, there was a castle in the air of a home for little Mauraat Alexis's future curacy. Kalliope seemed to look to working forlife for poor mother, while Theodore should cultivate his art. Oftener the two recalled old adventures and scenes of theirregimental days, and discussed the weddings of the two Indiansisters. 

Once, however, Kalliope was obliged to suggest, with a blushingapology, that she feared Gillian must go home alone, she was notready. 

'Can't I help you? what have you to do?'

Kalliope attempted some excuse of putting away designs, but presentlypeeped from the window, and Gillian, with excited curiosity, imitatedher, and beheld, lingering about, a young man in the pink of fashion, with a tea-rose in his buttonhole and a cane in his hand. 

'Oh, Kally, ' she cried, 'does he often hang about like this waitingfor you?'

'Not often, happily. There! old Mr. Stebbing has come out, and theyare walking away together. We can go now. '

'So he besets you, and you have to keep out of his way, ' exclaimedGillian, much excited. 'Is that the reason you come to the gardenall alone on Sunday?'

'Yes, though I little guessed what awaited me there, ' returnedKalliope; 'but we had better make haste, for it is late for you to bereturning. '

It was disappointing that Kalliope would not discuss such aninteresting affair; but Gillian was sensible of the danger of beingso late as to cause questions, and she allowed herself to be hurriedon too fast for conversation, and passing the two Stebbings, who, nodoubt, took her for a 'hand. '

'Does this often happen?' asked Gillian. 

'No; Alec walks home with me, and the boys often come and meet me. Oh, did I tell you that the master wants Theodore to be a pupil-teacher? I wish I knew what was best for him. '

'Could not he be an artist?'

'I should like some one to tell me whether he really has talent worthcultivating, dear boy, or if he would be safer and better in anhonourable occupation like a school-master. '

'Do you call it honourable?'

'Oh yes, to be sure. I put it next to a clergyman's or a doctor'slife. '

'Not a soldier's?'

'That depends, ' said Kalliope. 

'On the service he is sent upon, you mean? But that is hissovereign's look-out. He "only has to obey, to do or die. "'

'Yes, it is the putting away of self, and possible peril of life, that makes all those grandest, ' said Kalliope, 'and I think theschoolmaster is next in opportunities of doing good. '

Gillian could not help thinking that none of all these could put awayself more entirely than the girl beside her, toiling away her beautyand her youth in this dull round of toil, not able to exercise theinstincts of her art to the utmost, and with no change from themonotonous round of mosaics, which were forced to be second rate, tothe commonest household works, and the company of the Queen of theWhite Ants. 

Gillian perceived enough of the nobleness of such a life to fill herwith a certain enthusiasm, and make her feel a day blank anduninteresting if she could not make her way to the little office. 

One evening, towards the end of the first fortnight, Alexis himselfcame in with a passage that he wanted to have explained. His sisterlooked uneasy all the time, and hurried to put on her hat, and standdemonstratively waiting, telling Gillian that they must go, themoment the lesson began to tend to discursive talk, and making a mostdecided sign of prohibition to her brother when he showed adisposition to accompany them. 

'I think you are frightfully particular, Kally, ' said Gillian, whenthey were on their way up the hill. 'Such an old friend, and youthere, too. '

'It would never do here! It would be wrong, ' answered Kalliope, withthe authority of an older woman. 'He must not come to the office. '

'Oh, but how could I ever explain to him? One can't do everything inwriting. I might as well give up the lessons as never speak to himabout them. '

There was truth in this, and perhaps Alexis used some such argumentson his side, for at about every third visit of Gillian's he droppedin with some important inquiry necessary to his progress, which wasrapid enough to compel Gillian to devote some time to preparation, inorder to keep ahead of him. 

Kalliope kept diligent guard, and watched against lengthening thelessons into gossip, and they were always after hours when the handshad gone away. The fear of being detected kept Gillian ready toshorten the time. 

'How late you are!' were the first words she heard one Octoberevening on entering Beechcroft Cottage; but they were followed by'Here's a pleasure for you!'

'It's from papa himself! Open it! Open it quick, ' cried Valetta, dancing round her in full appreciation of the honour and delight. 

Sir Jasper said that his daughter must put up with him for acorrespondent, since two brides at once were as much as any mothercould be supposed to undertake. Indeed, as mamma would not leavehim, Phyllis was actually going to Calcutta, chaperoned by one of thematrons of the station, to make purchases for both outfits, sinceAlethea would not stir from under the maternal wing sooner than shecould help. 

At the end came, 'We are much shocked at poor White's death. He wasan excellent officer, and a good and sensible man, though muchhampered with his family. I am afraid his wife must be a veryhelpless being. He used to talk about the good promise of one of hissons---the second, I think. We will see whether anything can be donefor the children when we come home. I say we, for I find I shallhave to be invalided before I can be entirely patched up, so thatmamma and I shall have a sort of postponed silver wedding tour, a newvariety for the old folks "from home. "'

'Oh, is papa coming home?' cried Valetta. 

'For good! Oh, I hope it will be for good, ' added Gillian. 

'Then we shall live at dear Silverfold all the days of our life, 'added Fergus. 

'And I shall get back to Rigdum. '

'And I shall make a telephone down to the stables, ' were the cries ofthe children. 

The transcendent news quite swallowed up everything else for sometime; but at last Gillian recurred to her father's testimony as tothe White family. 

'Is the second son the musical one?' she was asked, and on heraffirmative, Aunt Jane remarked, 'Well, though the Rev. AugustineFlight is not on a pinnacle of human wisdom, his choir practices, etc. , will keep the lad well out of harm's way till your father cansee about him. '

This would have been an opportunity of explaining the youth's aimsand hopes, and her own share in forwarding them; but it had becomedifficult to avow the extent of her intercourse with the brother andsister, so entirely without the knowledge of her aunts. Even MissMohun, acute as she was, had no suspicions, and only thought withmuch satisfaction that her niece was growing more attentive to poorLilian Giles, even to the point of lingering. 

'I really think, she said, in consultation with Miss Adeline, 'thatwe might gratify that damsel by having the White girls to drink tea. '

'Well, we can add them to your winter party of young ladies inbusiness. '

'Hardly. These stand on different ground, and I don't want to hurttheir feelings or Gillian's by mixing them up with the shopocracy. '

'Have you seen the Queen of the White Ants?'

'Not yet; but I mean to reconnoitre, and if I see no cause to thecontrary, I shall invite them for next Tuesday. '

'The mother? You might as well ask her namesake. '

'Probably; but I shall be better able to judge when I have seen her. '

So Miss Mohun trotted off, made her visit, and thus reported, 'Poorwoman! she certainly is not lovely now, whatever she may have been;but I should think there was no harm in her, and she is effusive inher gratitude to all the Merrifield family. It is plain that theabsent eldest son is the favourite, far more so than the two usefulchildren at the marble works; and Mr. White is spoken of as a sort oftyrant, whereas I should think they owed a good deal to his kindnessin giving them employment. '

'I always thought he was an old hunks. '

'The town thinks so because he does not come and spend freely here;but I have my doubts whether they are right. He is always ready todo his part in subscriptions; and the employing these young people ashe does is true kindness. '

'Unappreciated. '

'Yes, by the mother who would expect to be kept like a lady inidleness, but perhaps not so by her daughter. From all I can pickup, I think she must be a very worthy person, so I have asked her andthe little schoolgirl for Tuesday evening, and I hope it will not bea great nuisance to you, Ada. '

'Oh no, ' said Miss Adeline, good humouredly, 'it will please Gillian, and I shall be interested in seeing the species, or rather thevariety. '

'Var Musa Groeca Hibernica Militaris, ' laughed Aunt Jane. 

'By the bye, I further found out what made the Captain enlist. '

'Trust you for doing that!' laughed her sister. 

'Really it was not on purpose, but old Zack Skilly was indulging mewith some of his ancient smuggling experiences, in what he evidentlyviews as the heroic age of Rockquay. "Men was men, then, " he says. "Now they be good for nought, but to row out the gentlefolks when thewater is as smooth as glass. " You should hear the contempt in hisvoice. Well, a promising young hero of his was Dick White, what usedto work for his uncle, but liked a bit of a lark, and at last hit oneof the coastguard men in a fight, and ran away, and folks said he hadgone for a soldier. Skilly had heard he was dead, and his wife hadcome to live in these parts, but there was no knowing what was trueand what wasn't. Folks would talk! Dick was a likely chap, withmore life about him than his cousin Jem, as was a great man now, andowned all the marble works, and a goodish bit of the town. There wasa talk as how the two lads had both been a courting of the same maid, that was Betsy Polwhele, and had fallen out about her, but how thatmight be he could not tell. Anyhow, she was not wed to one nort'other of them, but went into a waste and died. '

'I wonder if it was for Dick's sake. So Jem was not constanteither. '

'Except to his second love. That was a piteous little story too. '

'You mean his young wife's health failing as soon as he brought herto that house which he was building for her, and then his taking herto Italy, and never enduring to come back here again after she andher child died. But he made a good thing of it with his quarries inthe mountains. '

'You sordid person, do you think that was all he cared for!'

'Well, I always thought of him as a great, stout, monied man, quiteincapable of romance and sensitiveness. '

'If so, don't you think he would have let that house instead ofkeeping it up in empty state! There is a good deal of character inthose Whites. '

'The Captain is certainly the most marked man, except Jasper, in thatgroup of officers in Gillian's photograph-book. '

'Partly from the fact that a herd of young officers always look soexactly alike---at least in the eyes of elderly spinsters. '

'Jane!'

'Let us hope so, now that it is all over. This same Dick must havehad something remarkable about him, to judge by the impression heseems to have left on all who came in his way, and I shall like tosee his children. '

'You always do like queer people. '

'It is plain that we ought to take notice of them, ' said Miss Mohun, 'and it is not wholesome for Gillian to think us backward in kindnessto friends about whom she plainly has a little romance. '

She refrained from uttering a suspicion inspired by her visit thatthere had been more 'kindnesses' on her niece's part than she couldquite account for. Yet she believed that she knew how all the girl'sdays were spent; was certain that the Sunday wanderings never wentbeyond the garden, and, moreover, she implicitly trusted Lily'sdaughter. 

Gillian did not manifest as much delight and gratitude at theinvitation as her aunts expected. In point of fact, she resentedAunt Jane's making a visit of investigation without telling her, andshe was uneasy lest there should have been or yet should be a dis-closure that should make her proceedings appear clandestine. 'Andthey are not!' said she to herself with vehemence. 'Do I not writethem all to my own mother? And did not Miss Vincent allow that oneis not bound to treat aunts like parents?'

Even the discovery of Captain White's antecedents was almost anoffence, for if her aunt would not let her inquire, why should she doso herself, save to preserve the choice morceau for her own superiorintelligence? Thus all the reply that Gillian deigned was, 'Ofcourse I knew that Captain White could never have done anything to beashamed of. '

The weather was too wet for any previous meetings, and it was on awild stormy evening that the two sisters appeared at seven o'clock atBeechcroft Cottage. While hats and waterproofs were being taken offupstairs, Gillian found opportunity to give a warning againstmentioning the Greek lessons. It was received with consternation. 

'Oh, Miss Merrifield, do not your aunts know?'

'No. Why should they? Mamma does. '

'Not yet. And she is so far off! I wish Miss Mohun knew! I madesure that she did, ' said Kalliope, much distressed. 

'But why? It would only make a fuss. '

'I should be much happier about it. '

'And perhaps have it all upset. '

'That is the point. I felt that it must be all right as long as MissMohun sanctioned it; but I could not bear that we should be the meansof bringing you into a scrape, by doing what she might disapprovewhile you are under her care. '

'Don't you think you can trust me to know my own relations?' saidGillian somewhat haughtily. 

'Indeed, I did not mean that we are not infinitely obliged to you, 'said Kalliope. 'It has made Alexis another creature to have somehope, and feel himself making progress. '

'Then why do you want to have a fuss, and a bother, and a chatter?If my father and mother don't approve, they can telegraph. '

With which argument she appeased or rather silenced Kalliope, whocould not but feel the task of objecting alike ungracious andungrateful towards the instructor, and absolutely cruel and unkindtowards her brother, and who spoke only from a sense of the treacheryof allowing a younger girl to transgress in ignorance. Still she wasconscious of not understanding on what terms the niece and auntsmight be, and the St. Kenelm's estimate of the Beechcroft ladies wasnaturally somewhat different from that of the St. Andrew'scongregation. Miss Mohun was popularly regarded in those quarters asan intolerable busybody, and Miss Adeline as a hypochondriacal finelady, so that Gillian might perhaps reasonably object to put herselfinto absolute subjection; so, though Kalliope might have apresentiment of breakers ahead, she could say no more, and Gillian, feeling that she had been cross, changed the subject by admiring thepretty short curly hair that was being tied back at the glass. 

'I wish it would grow long, ' said Kalliope. 'But it always was rathershort and troublesome, and ever since it was cut short in the fever, I have been obliged to keep it like this. '

'But it suits you, ' said Gillian. 'And it is exactly the thing now. '

'That is the worst of it. It looks as if I wore it so on purpose. However, all our hands know that I cannot help it, and so does LadyFlight. '

The girl looked exceedingly well, though little Alice, the maid, would not have gone out to tea in such an ancient black dress, withno relief save a rim of white at neck and hands, and a tiny silverMaltese cross at the throat. Maura had a comparatively new graydress, picked out with black. She was a pretty creature, the Irishbeauty predominating over the Greek, in her great long-lashed browneyes, which looked radiant with shy happiness. Miss Adeline wasperfectly taken by surprise at the entrance of two such uncommonforms and faces, and the quiet dignity of the elder made her for amoment suppose that her sister must have invited some additionalguest of undoubted station. 

Valetta, who had grown fond of Maura in their school life, and whodearly loved patronising, pounced upon her guest to show her allmanner of treasures and curiosities, at which she looked in greatdelight; and Fergus was so well satisfied with her comprehension ofthe principles of the letter balance, that he would have taken herupstairs to be introduced to all his mechanical inventions, if thetotal darkness and cold of his den had not been prohibitory. 

Kalliope looked to perfection, but was more silent than her sister, though, as Miss Mohun's keen eye noted, it was not the shyness of aconscious inferior in an unaccustomed world, but rather that of agrave, reserved nature, not chattering for the sake of mere talk. 

Gillian's photograph-book was well looked over, with all the brothersand sisters at different stages, and the group of officers. MissMohun noted the talk that passed over these, as they were identifiedone by one, sometimes with little reminiscences, childishly full onGillian's part, betraying on Kalliope's side friendly acquaintance, but all in as entirely ladylike terms as would have befitted Phyllisor Alethea. She could well believe in the words with which MissWhite rather hastened the turning of the page, 'Those were happydays---I dare not dwell on them too much!'

'Oh, I like to do so!' cried Gillian. 'I don't want the little onesever to forget them. '

'Yes---you! But with you it would not be repining. '

This was for Gillian's ear alone, as at that moment both the auntswere, at the children's solicitation, engaged on the exhibition of awonderful musical-box---Aunt Adeline's share of her mother's weddingpresents---containing a bird that hovered and sung, the mechanicalcontrivance of which was the chief merit in Fergus's eyes, and whichhad fascinated generations of young people for the last sixty years. Aunt Jane, however, could hear through anything---even through thewinding-up of what the family called 'Aunt Ada's Jackdaw, ' and shedrew her conclusions, with increasing respect and pity for the younggirl over whose life such a change had come. 

But it was not this, but what she called common humanity, whichprompted her, on hearing a heavy gust of rain against the windows, togo into the lower regions in quest of a messenger boy to order abrougham to take the guests home at the end of the evening. 

The meal went off pleasantly on the whole, though there loomed astorm as to the ritual of St. Kenelm's; but this chiefly was owing tothe younger division of the company, when Valetta broke into anunnecessary inquiry why they did not have as many lights on the altarat St. Andrew's as at St. Kenelm's, and Fergus put her down withunceremoniously declaring that Stebbing said Flight was a donkey. 

Gillian came down with what she meant for a crushing rebuke, and theindignant colour rose in the cheeks of the guests; but Ferguspersisted, 'But he makes a guy of himself and a mountebank. '

Aunt Jane thought it time to interfere. 'Fergus, ' she said, 'you hadbetter not repeat improper sayings, especially about a clergyman. '

Fergus wriggled. 

'And, ' added Aunt Ada, with equal severity, 'you know Mr. Flight is avery kind friend to little Maura and her sister. '

'Indeed he is, ' said Kalliope earnestly; and Maura, feeling herselfaddressed, added, 'Nobody but he ever called on poor mamma, till MissMohun did; no, not Lady Flight. '

'We are very grateful for his kindness, ' put in Kalliope, in arepressive tone. 

'But, ' said Gillian, 'I thought you said he had seemed to care lessof late. '

'I do not know, ' said Miss White, blushing; 'music seems to be hischief interest, and there has not been anything fresh to get up sincethe concert. '

'I suppose there will be for the winter, ' said Miss Mohun, andtherewith the conversation was safely conducted away to musicalsubjects, in which some of the sisters' pride and affection for theirbrothers peeped out; but Gillian was conscious all the time thatKalliope was speaking with some constraint when she mentioned Alexis, and that she was glad rather to dwell on little Theodore, who hadgood hopes of the drawing prize, and she seriously consulted MissMohun on the pupil-teachership for him, as after he had passed theseventh standard he could not otherwise go on with his education, though she did not think he had much time for teaching. 

'Would not Mr. White help him further?' asked Miss Mohun. 

'I do not know. I had much rather not ask, ' said Kalliope. 'We aretoo many to throw ourselves on a person who is no near relation, andhe has not seemed greatly disposed to help. '

'Your elder brother?'

'Oh, poor Richard, he is not earning anything yet. I can't ask him. If I only knew of some school I could be sure was safe and good andnot too costly, Alexis and I would try to manage for Theodore afterthe examination in the spring. '

The Woodward schools were a new light to her, and she was eagerlyinterested in Miss Mohun's explanations and in the scale of terms. 

Meantime Miss Adeline got on excellently with the younger ones, andwhen the others were free, proposed for their benefit a spellinggame. All sat round the table, made words, and abstracted oneanother's with increasing animation, scarcely heeding the roaring ofthe wind outside, till there was a ring at the bell. 

'My brother has come for us, ' said Kalliope. 

'Oh, but it is not fit for you to walk home, ' said Miss Mohun. 'Thebrougham is coming by and by; ask Mr. White to come in, ' she added, as the maid appeared with the message that he was come for hissisters. 

There was a confusion of acknowledgments and disclaimers, and wordwas brought back that Mr. White was too wet to come in. Miss Mohun, who was not playing, but prompting Fergus, jumped up and went out toinvestigate, when she found a form in an ancient military cloak, trying to keep himself from dripping where wet could do mischief. She had to explain her regret at his having had such a walk in vain;but she had taken alarm on finding that rain was setting in for thenight, and had sent word by the muffin-boy that the brougham would bewanted, contriving to convey that it was not to be paid for. 

Nothing remained to be said except thanks, and Alexis emerged fromthe cloak, which looked as if it had gone through all his father'scampaigns, took off his gaiters, did his best for his boots, and, though not in evening costume, looked very gentleman-like andremarkably handsome in the drawing-room, with no token of awkwardembarrassment save a becoming blush. 

Gillian began to tremble inwardly again, but the game had just endedin her favour, owing to Fergus having lost all his advantages in AuntJane's absence, besides signalising himself by capturing Maura's'bury, ' under the impression that an additional R would combine thatand straw into a fruit. 

So the coast being cleared, Miss Adeline greatly relieved her niece'smind by begging, as a personal favour, to hear the song whose renownat the concert had reached her; and thus the time was safely spent insinging till the carriage was announced, and good-nights exchanged. 

Maura's eyes grew round with delight, and she jumped for joy at thepreferment. 

'Oh!' she said, as she fervently kissed Valetta, 'it is the mostdelightful evening I ever spent in the whole course of my life, except at Lady Merrifield's Christmas-tree! And now to go home in acarriage! I never went in one since I can remember!'

And Kalliope's 'Thank you, we have enjoyed ourselves very much, ' wasvery fervent. 

'Those young people are very superior to what I expected, ' said AuntAdeline. 'What fine creatures, all so handsome; and that littleMaura is a perfect darling. '

'The Muse herself is very superior, ' said Miss Mohun. 'One of thosehome heroines who do the work of Atlas without knowing it. I do notwonder that the marble girls speak of her so enthusiastically. '

How Gillian might have enjoyed all this, and yet she could not, except so far that she told herself that thus there could be noreasonable objection made by her aunts to intercourse with those whomthey so much admired. 

Yet perhaps even then she would have told all, but that, after havingbound over Kalliope to secrecy, it would be awkward to confess thatshe had told all. It would be like owning herself in the wrong, andfor that she was not prepared. Besides, where would be the secrecyof her 'great thing'?

CHAPTER IX. GAUGING AJEE

Without exactly practising to deceive, Gillian began to find thatconcealment involved her in a tangled web; all the more since AuntJane had become thoroughly interested in the Whites, and wasinquiring right and left about schools and scholarships for thelittle boys. 

She asked their master about them, and heard that they were among hisbest scholars, and that their home lessons had always been carefullyattended to by their elder brother and sister. In fact, he was mostanxious to retain Theodore, to be trained for a pupil-teacher, thebest testimony to his value! Aunt Jane came home full of thesubject, relating what the master said of Alexis White, and that hehad begun by working with him at Latin and mathematics; but that theyhad not had time to go on with what needed so much study andpreparation. 

'In fact, said Miss Mohun, 'I have a suspicion that if a certificatedschoolmaster could own any such thing, the pupil knew more than theteacher. When your father comes home, I hope he will find some wayof helping that lad. '

Gillian began to crimson, but bethought herself of the grandeur ofits being found that she was the youth's helper. 'I am glad you havebeen lending him books, ' added Aunt Jane. 

What business had she to know what had not been told her? The senseof offence drove back any disposition to consult her. Yet to teachAlexis was no slight task, for, though he had not gone far in Greek, his inquiries were searching, and explaining to him was a differentthing from satisfying even Mr. Pollock. Besides, Gillian had her ownstudies on hand. The Cambridge examinations were beginning to assumelarger proportions in the Rockquay mind, and 'the General ScrewCompany, ' as Mr. Grant observed, was prevailing. 

Gillian's knowledge was rather discursive, and the concentrationrequired by an examination was hard work to her, and the time for itwas shortened by the necessity of doing all Alexis's Greek exercisesand translations beforehand, and of being able to satisfy him why anerror was not right, for, in all politeness, he always would know whyit did not look right. And there was Valetta, twisting and groaning. The screw was on her form, who, unless especially exempted, were tocompete for a prize for language examination. 

Valetta had begun by despising Kitty Varley for being excepted by hermother's desire and for not learning Latin; but now she envied anyone who had not to work double tides at the book of Caesar that wasto be taken up, and Vercingetorix and his Arverni got vituperated ina way that would have made the hair of her hero-worshipping motherfairly stand on end. 

But then Lilias Mohun had studied him for love of himself, not fordread of failure. 

Gillian had been displeased when Fergus deserted her for Aunt Jane asan assistant, but she would not have been sorry if Valetta had beenoff her hands, when she was interrupted in researches after an idiomin St. John's Gospel by the sigh that this abominable dictionary hadno verb oblo, or in the intricacies of a double equation by despairat this horrid Caesar always hiding away his nominatives out ofspite. 

Valetta, like the American child, evidently regarded the Great Juliusin no other light than as writer of a book for beginners in Latin, and, moreover, a very unkind one; and she fully reciprocated thesentiment that it was no wonder that the Romans conquered the world, since they knew the Latin grammar by nature. 

Nor was Gillian's hasty and sometimes petulant assistance verysatisfactory to the poor child, since it often involved hearing 'Waita minute, ' and a very long one, 'How can you be so stupid?' 'I toldyou so long ago'; and sometimes consisted of a gabbling translation, with rapidly pointed finger, very hard to follow, and not quite sopainstaking as when Alexis deferentially and politely pointed out thedifficulties, with a strong sense of the favour that she was doinghim. 

Not that these personal lessons often took place. Kalliope neverpermitted them without dire necessity, and besides, there was alwaysan uncertainty when Gillian might come down, or when Alexis might beable to come in. 

One day when Aunt Jane had come home with a story of how one of her'business girls' had confessed to Miss White's counsel having onlyjust saved her from an act of folly, it occurred to Aunt Adeline tosay---

'It is a great pity you have not her help in the G. F. S. '

'I did not understand enough about her before, and mixed her up withthe ordinary class of business girls. I had rather have her a memberfor the sake of example; but if not, she would be a valuableassociate. Could not you explain this to her without hurting herfeelings, as I am afraid I did, Gill? I did not understand enoughabout her when I spoke to her before. '

Gillian started. The conversation that should have been so pleasantto her was making her strangely uncomfortable. 

'I do not see how Gill is to get at her, ' objected the other aunt. 'It would be of no great use to call on her in the nest of the Queenof the White Ants. I can't help recollecting the name, it was sodescriptive. '

'Yes; it was on her mother's account that she refused, and of courseher office must not be invaded in business hours. '

'I might call on her there before she goes home, ' suggested Gillian, seeing daylight. 

'You cannot be walking down there at dusk, just as the workmen comeaway' exclaimed Aunt Ada, making the colour so rush into Gillian'scheeks that she was glad to catch up a screen. 

'No, ' said Miss Mohun emphatically; 'but I could leave her there atfive o'clock, and go to Tideshole to take old Jemmy Burnet hisjersey, and call for her on the way back. '

'Or she could walk home with me, ' murmured the voice behind thescreen. 

Gillian felt with dismay that all these precautions as to her escortwould render her friend more scrupulous than ever as to her visits. To have said, 'I have several times been at the office, ' would havebeen a happy clearance of the ground, but her pride would not bend topossible blame, nor would she run the risk of a prohibition. 'Itwould be the ruin of hope to Alexis, and mamma knows all, ' said sheto herself. 

It was decided that she should trust to Kalliope to go back with her, for when once Aunt Jane get into the very fishy hamlet of Tideshole, which lay beyond the quarries, there was no knowing when she mightget away, since

 'Alike to her were time and tide, November's snow or July's pride. '

So after a few days, too wet and tempestuous for any expedition, theyset forth accompanied by Fergus, who rushed in from school in time totreat his aunt as a peripatetic 'Joyce's scientific dialogues. 'Valetta had not arrived, and Gillian was in haste to elude her, knowing that her aunt would certainly not take her on to Tideshole, and that there would be no comfort in talking before her; but it wasa new thing to have to regard her little sister in the light of aspy, and again she had to reason down a sense of guiltiness. However, her aunt wanted Valetta as little as she did; and she hadnever so rejoiced in Fergus's monologue, 'Then this small fly-wheelcatches into the Targe one, and so--- Don't you see?' ---only pausingfor a sound of assent. 

Unacquainted with the private door, Miss Mohun entered the officethrough the showroom, exchanging greetings with the young saleswomen, and finding Miss White putting away her materials. 

Shaking hands, Miss Mohun said---

'I have brought your friend to make a visit to you while I go on toTideshole. She tells me that you will be kind enough to see her onher way home, if you are going back at the same time. '

'I shall be delighted, ' said Kalliope, with eyes as well as tongue, and no sooner were she and Gillian alone together than she joyfullyexclaimed---

'Then Miss Mohun knows! You have told her. 

'No---'

'Oh!' and there were volumes in the intonation. 'I was alarmed whenshe came in, and then so glad if it was all over. Dear MissMerrifield---'

'Call me Gillian; I have told you to do so before! Phyllis is MissMerrifield, and I won't be so before my time, ' said Gillian, interrupting in a tone more cross than affectionate. 

'I was going to say, ' pursued Kalliope, 'that the shock her entrancegave to me proved all the more that we cannot be treating herproperly. 

'Never mind that! I did not come about that. She is quite takenwith you, Kally, and wants you more than ever to be a Friendly Girl, because she thinks it would be so good for the others who are underyou. '

'They have told me something about it, ' said Kalliope thoughtfully. 

'She fancied' added Gillian, 'that perhaps she did not make youunderstand the rights of it, not knowing that you were different fromthe others. '

'Oh no, it was not that, ' said Kalliope. 'Indeed, I hope there is nosuch nonsense in me. It was what my dear father always warned usagainst; only poor mamma always gets vexed if she does not think weare keeping ourselves up, and she had just been annoyed at---something, and we did not know then that it was Lady Merrifield'ssister. '

This was contradictory, but it was evident that, while Kalliopedisowned conceit of station for herself, she could not always crossher mother's wishes. It was further elicited that if Lady Flight hadtaken up the matter there would have been no difficulty. Half a yearago the Flights had seemed to the young Whites angelic andinfallible, and perhaps expectations had been founded on theirpatronage; but there had since been a shadow of disappointment, andaltogether Kalliope was less disposed to believe that my Lady wascorrect in pronouncing Miss Mohun's cherished society as'dissentish, ' and only calculated for low servant girls and ladieswho wished to meddle in families. 

Clanship made Gillian's indignation almost bring down the office, andher eloquence was scarcely needed, since Kalliope had seen the valueto some of her 'hands' from the class, the library, the recreation-room, and the influence of the ladies, above all, the showing themthat it was possible to have variety and amusement free from vulgarand perilous dissipation; but still she hesitated. She had no time, she said; she could not attend classes, and she was absolutelynecessary at home in the evenings; but Gillian assured her thatnothing was expected from her but a certain influence in the rightdirection, and the showing the younger and giddier that she did notthink the Society beneath her. 

'I see all that, ' said Kalliope; 'I wish I had not been mistaken atfirst; but, Miss Mer---Gillian, I do not see how I can join it now. '

'Why not? What do you mean?'

Kalliope was very unwilling to speak, but at last it came. 

'How can I do this to please your aunt, who thinks better of me thanI deserve, when---Oh! excuse me---I know it is all your kindness---butwhen I am allowing you to deceive her---almost, I mean---'

'Deceive! I never spoke an untrue word to my aunt in my life, ' saidGillian, in proud anger; 'but if you think so, Miss White, I hadbetter have no more to do with it. '

'I feel, ' said Kalliope, with tears in her eyes, 'as if it might bebetter so, unless Miss Mohun knew all about it. '

'Well, if you think so, and like to upset all your brother's hopes---'

'It would be a terrible grief to him, I know, and I don't undervalueyour kindness, indeed I don't; but I cannot be happy about it whileMiss Mohun does not know. I don't understand why you do not tellher. '

'Because I know there would be a worry and a fuss. Either she wouldsay we must wait for letters from mamma, or else that Alexis mustcome to Beechcroft, and all the comfort would be over, and it wouldbe gossiped about all over the place. Can't you trust me, when Itell you I have written it all to my own father and mother, andsurely I know my own family best?'

Kalliope looked half convinced, but she persisted---

'I suppose you do; only please, till there is a letter from LadyMerrifield, I had rather not go into this Society. '

'But, Kally, you don't consider. What am I to say to my aunt? Whatwill she think of you?'

'I can't help that! I cannot do this while she could feel I wasconniving at what she might not like. Indeed, I cannot. I beg yourpardon, but it goes against me. When shall you be able to hear fromLady Merrifield?'

'I wrote three weeks ago. I suppose I shall hear about half-waythrough December, and you know they could telegraph if they wanted tostop it, so I think you might be satisfied. '

Still Kalliope could not be persuaded, and finally, as a sort ofcompromise, Gillian decided on saying that she would think about itand give her answer at Christmas; to which she gave a reluctantassent, with one more protest that if there were no objection to thelessons, she could not see why Miss Mohun should not know of them. 

Peace was barely restored before voices were heard, and in cameFergus, bringing Alexis with him. They had met on the beach road infront of the works, and Fergus, being as usual full of questionsabout a crane that was swinging blocks of stone into a vessel closeto the little pier, his aunt had allowed him to stay to see the workfinished, after which Alexis would take him to join his sister. 

So it came about that they all walked home together very cheerfully, though Gillian was still much vexed under the surface at Kalliope'sold-maidish particularity. 

However, the aunts were not as annoyed at the delay as she expected. Miss Mohun said she would look out some papers that would beconvincing and persuasive, and that it might be as well not to enrolMiss White too immediately before the Christmas festivities, but towait till the books were begun next year. Plans began to prevail forthe Christmas diversions and entertainments, but the youngMerrifields expected to have nothing to do with these, as they wereto meet the rest of the family at their eldest uncle's house atBeechcroft; all except Harry, who was to be ordained in the AdventEmber week, and at once begin work with his cousin David Merrifieldin the Black Country. Their aunts would not go with them, asBeechcroft breezes, though her native air, were too cold for Adelinein the winter, and Jane could leave neither her, nor her variousoccupations, and the festivities of all Rockstone. 

It is not easy to say which Gillian most looked forward to: Mysie'spresence, or the absence of the supervision which she imaginedherself to suffer from, because she had set herself to shirk it. Sheknew she should feel more free. But behold! a sudden change, produced by one morning's letters. 

'It is a beastly shame!'

'Oh, Fergus! That's not a thing to say, ' cried Valetta. 

'I don't care! It is a beastly shame not to go to Beechcroft, and bepoked up here all the holidays. '

'But you can't when Primrose has got the whooping-cough. '

'Bother the whooping-cough. '

'And welcome; but you would find it bother you, I believe. '

'I shouldn't catch it. I want Wilfred, and to ride the pony, and seethe sluice that Uncle Maurice made. '

'You couldn't if you had the cough. '

'Then I should stay there instead of coming back to school! I say itis horrid, and beastly, and abominable, and---'

'Come, come, Fergus, ' here put in Gillian, 'that is very wrong. '

'You don't hear Gill and me fly out in that way, ' added Valetta, 'though we are so sorry about Mysie and Fly. '

'Oh, you are girls, and don't know what is worth doing. I _will_ sayit is beast---'

'Now don't, Fergus; it is very rude and ungrateful to the aunts. None of us like having to stay here and lose our holiday; but it isvery improper to say so in their own house, and I thought you were sofond of Aunt Jane. '

'Aunt Jane knows a thing or two, but she isn't Wilfred. '

'And Wilfred is always teasing you. '

'Fergus is quite right, ' said Miss Mohun, who had been taking off hergaloshes in the vestibule while this colloquy was ending in thedining-room; 'it is much better to be bullied by a brother than mademuch of by an aunt, and you know I am very sorry for you all underthe infliction. '

'Oh, Aunt Jane, we know you are very kind, and---' began Gillian. 

'Never mind, my dear; I know you are making the best of us, and I amvery much obliged to you for standing up for us. It is a greatdisappointment, but I was going to give Fergus a note that I thinkwill console him. '

And out of an envelope which she had just taken from the letter-boxshe handed him a note, which he pulled open and then burst out, 'Cousin David! Hurrah! Scrumptious!' commencing a war-dance at thesame moment. 

'What is it? Has David asked you?' demanded both his sisters at thesame moment. 

'Hurrah! Yes, it is from him. "My dear Fergus, I hope"---hurrah---"Harry, mm---mm---mm---brothers, 20th mm---mm. Your affectionate cousin, David Merrifield. "'

'Let me read it to you, ' volunteered Gillian. 

'Wouldn't you like it?'

'How can you be so silly, Ferg? You can't read it yourself. Youdon't know whether he really asks you. '

Fergus made a face, and bolted upstairs to gloat, and perhaps perusethe letter, while Valetta rushed after him, whether to be teased orpermitted to assist might be doubtful. 

'He really does ask him, ' said Aunt Jane. 'Your cousin David, Imean. He says that he and Harry can put up all the three boysbetween them, and that they will be very useful in the Christmasfestivities of Coalham. '

'It is very kind of him, ' said Gillian in a depressed tone. 

'Fergus will be very happy. '

'I only hope he will not be bent on finding a coal mine in the gardenwhen he comes back, ' said Aunt Jane, smiling; 'but it is ratherdreary for you, my dear. I had been hoping to have Jasper here forat least a few days. Could he not come and fetch Fergus?'

Gillian's eyes sparkled at the notion; but they fell at once, forJasper would be detained by examinations until so late that he wouldonly just be able to reach Coalham before Christmas Day. Harry wasto be ordained in a fortnight's time to work under his cousin, Mr. David Merrifield, and his young brothers were to meet him immediatelyafter. 

'I wish I could go too, ' sighed Gillian, as a hungry yearning forJasper or for Mysie took possession of her. 

'I wish you could, ' said Miss Mohun sympathetically; 'but I am afraidyou must resign yourself to helping us instead. '

'Oh, Aunt Jane, I did not mean to grumble. It can't be helped, andyou are very kind. '

'Oh, dear!' said poor Miss Jane afterwards in private to her sister, 'how I hate being told I am very kind! It just means, "You are a notquite intolerable jailor and despot, " with fairly good intentions. '

'I am sure you are kindness itself, dear Jenny, ' responded MissAdeline. 'I am glad they own it! But it is very inconvenient andunlucky that that unjustifiable mother should have sent her child tothe party to carry the whooping-cough to poor little Primrose, andMysie, and Phyllis. '

'All at one fell swoop! As for Primrose, the worthy Halfpenny isquite enough for her, and Lily is well out of it; but Fly is a littleshrimp, overdone all round, and I don't like the notion of it forher. '

'And Rotherwood is so wrapped up in her. Poor dear fellow, I hopeall will go well with her. '

'There is no reason it should not. Delicate children often have itthe most lightly. But I am sorry for Gillian, though, if she wouldlet us, I think we could make her happy. '

Gillian meantime, after her first fit of sick longing for her brotherand sister, and sense of disappointment, was finding some consolationin the reflection that had Jasper discovered her instructions toAlexis White, he would certainly have 'made no end of a row aboutit, ' and have laughed to scorn the bare notion of her teaching Greekto a counting-house clerk! But then Jasper was wont to grumble andchafe at all employments---especially beneficent ones---that interferedwith devotion to his lordly self, and on the whole, perhaps he wassafer out of the way, as he might have set on the aunts to put a stopto her proceedings. Of Mysie's sympathy she was sure, yet she wouldhave her scruples about the aunts, and she was a sturdy person, hardto answer---poor Mysie, whooping away helplessly in the schoolroom atRotherwood! Gillian felt herself heroically good-humoured andresigned. Moreover, here was the Indian letter so long looked for, likely by its date to be an answer to the information as to AlexisWhite's studies. Behold, it did not appear to touch on the subjectat all! It was all about preparations for the double wedding, written in scraps by different hands, at different times, evidentlysnatched from many avocations and much interruption. Of mamma therewas really least of all; but squeezed into a corner, scarcelylegible, Gillian read, 'As to lessons, if At. J. Approves. ' It wasevidently an afterthought; and Gillian _could_, and chose to refer itto a certain inquiry about learning the violin, which had never beenanswered---for the confusion that reigned at Columbo was plainlyunfavourable to attending to minute details in home letters. 

The longest portions of the despatch were papa's, since he was stillunable to move about. He wrote:---'Our two "young men" think itprobable you will have invitations from their kith and kin. If thiscomes to pass, you had better accept them, though you will not liketo break up the Christmas party at Beechcroft Court. '

There being no Christmas party at Beechcroft Court, Gillian, in spiteof her distaste to new people, was not altogether sorry to receive acouple of notes by the same post, the first enclosed in the second, both forwarded from thence. 

 'VALE LESTON PRIORY, '9th December. 

'MY DEAR MISS MERRIFIELD---We are very anxious to make acquaintancewith my brother Bernard's new belongings, since we cannot greet ournew sister Phyllis ourselves. We always have a family gathering atChristmas between this house and the Vicarage, and we much hope thatyou and your brother will join it. Could you not meet my sister, Mrs. Grinstead, in London, and travel down with her on the 23rd? Iam sending this note to her, as I think she has some such proposal tomake. ---Yours very sincerely, 'WILMET U. HAREWOOD. '

The other letter was thus---

 'BROMPTON, 10th December. 

'MY DEAR GILLIAN---It is more natural to call you thus, as you arebecoming a sort of relation---very unwillingly, I dare say---for "inthis storm I too have lost a brother. " However, we will make thebest of it, and please don't hate us more than you can help. Sinceyour own home is dispersed for the present, it seems less outrageousto ask you to spend a Christmas Day among new people, and I hope wemay make you feel at home with us, and that you will enjoy ourbeautiful church at Vale Leston. We are so many that we may be lessalarming if you take us by driblets, so perhaps it will be the bestway if you will come up to us on the 18th or 19th, and go down withus on the 23rd. You will find no one with us but my nephew---almostson---Gerald Underwood, and my niece, Anna Vanderkist, who will bedelighted to make friends with your brother Jasper, who might perhapsmeet you here. You must tell me all about Phyllis, and what shewould like best for her Cingalese home. ---Yours affectionately, GERALDINE GRINSTEAD. 

Thus then affairs shaped themselves. Gillian was to take Fergus toLondon, where Jasper would meet them at the station, and put thelittle boy into the train for Coalham, whither his brother Wilfredhad preceded him by a day or two. 

Jasper and Gillian would then repair to Brompton for two or threedays before going down with Mr. And Mrs. Grinstead to Vale Leston, and they were to take care to pay their respects to old Mrs. Merrifield, who had become too infirm to spend Christmas atStokesley. 

What was to happen later was uncertain, whether they were to go toStokesley, or whether Jasper would join his brothers at Coalham, orcome down to Rockstone with his sister for the rest of the holidays. Valetta must remain there, and it did not seem greatly to distressher; and whereas nothing had been said about children, she was bettersatisfied to stay within reach of Kitty and mamma, and the Christmas-trees that began to dawn on the horizon, than to be carried into anunknown region of 'grown-ups. '

While Gillian was not only delighted at the prospect of meetingJasper, her own especial brother, but was heartily glad to make achange, and defer the entire question of lessons, confessions, andG. F. S. For six whole weeks. She might get a more definite answerfrom her parents, or something might happen to make explanation toher aunt either unnecessary or much more easy---and she was safe fromdiscovery. But examinations had yet to be passed. 

CHAPTER X. AUT CAESAR AUT NIHIL

Examinations were the great autumn excitement. Gillian was going upfor the higher Cambridge, and Valetta's form was under preparationfor competition for a prize in languages. The great Mr. White, onbeing asked to patronise the High School at its first start, fouryears ago, had endowed it with prizes for each of the four forms forthe most proficient in two tongues. 

As the preparation became more absorbing, brows were puckered andlooks were anxious, and the aunts were doubtful as to the effect uponthe girls' minds or bodies. It was too late, however, to withdrawthem, and Miss Mohun could only insist on air and exercise, andpermit no work after the seven-o'clock tea. 

She was endeavouring to chase cobwebs from the brains of the studentsby the humours of Mrs. Nickleby, when a message was brought that MissLeverett, the head-mistress of the High School, wished to speak toher in the dining-room. This was no unusual occurrence, as MissMohun was secretary to the managing committee of the High School. But on the announcement Valetta began to fidget, and presently saidthat she was tired and would go to bed. The most ordinary effect offatigue upon this young lady was to make her resemble the hero of thenursery poem---

 'I do not want to go to bed, Sleepy little Harry said. '

Nevertheless, this willingness excited no suspicion, till Miss Mohuncame to the door to summon Valetta. 

'Is there anything wrong!' exclaimed sister and niece together. 

'Gone to bed! Oh! I'll tell you presently. Don't you come, Gillian. '

She vanished again, leaving Gillian in no small alarm and vexation. 

'I wonder what it can be, ' mused Aunt Ada. 

'I shall go and find out!' said Gillian, jumping up, as she heard adoor shut upstairs. 

'No, don't, ' said Aunt Ada, 'you had much better not interfere. '

'It is my business to see after my own sister, ' returned Gillianhaughtily. 

'I see what you mean, my dear, ' said her aunt, stretching out herhand, kindly; 'but I do not think you can do any good. If she is ina scrape, you have nothing to do with the High School management, andfor you to burst in would only annoy Miss Leverett and confuse theaffair. Oh, I know your impulse of defence, dear Gillian; but thetime has not come yet, and you can't have any reasonable doubt thatJane will be just, nor that your mother would wish that you should bequiet about it. '

'But suppose there is some horrid accusation against her!' saidGillian hotly. 

'But, dear child, if you don't know anything about it, how can youdefend her?'

'I ought to know!'

'So you will in time; but the more people there are present, the moreconfusion there is, and the greater difficulty in getting at therights of anything. ''

More by her caressing tone of sympathy than by actual arguments, Adeline did succeed in keeping Gillian in the drawing-room, thoughnot in pacifying her, till doors were heard again, and something solike Valetta crying as she went upstairs, that Gillian was neither tohave nor to hold, and made a dash out of the room, only to find heraunt and the head-mistress exchanging last words in the hall, and asshe was going to brush past them, Aunt Jane caught her hand, andsaid---

'Wait a moment, Gillian; I want to speak to you. '

There was no getting away, but she was very indignant. She tugged ather aunt's hand more than perhaps she knew, and there was somethingof a flouncing as she flung into the drawing-room and demanded---

'Well, what have you been doing to poor little Val?'

'We have done nothing, ' said Miss Mohun quietly. 'Miss Leverettwanted to ask her some questions. Sit down, Gillian. You hadbetter hear what I have to say before going to her. Well, it appearsthat there has been some amount of cribbing in the third form. '

'I'm sure Val never would, ' broke out Gillian. And her auntanswered---

'So was I; but---'

'Oh---'

'My dear, do hush, ' pleaded Adeline. 'You must let yourself listen. '

Gillian gave a desperate twist, but let her aunt smooth her hand. 

'All the class---almost---seem to have done it in some telegraphic way, hard to understand, ' proceeded Aunt Jane. 'There must have been somestupidity on the part of the class-mistress, Miss Mellon, or it couldnot have gone on; but there has of late been a strong suspicion ofcribbing in Caesar in Valetta's class. They had got ratherbehindhand, and have been working up somewhat too hard and fast toget through the portion for examination. Some of them translated toowell--used terms for the idioms that were neither literal, nor couldhave been forged by their small brains; so there was an examination, and Georgie Purvis was detected reading off from the marks on themargin of her notebook. '

'But what has that to do with Val?'

'Georgie, being had up to Miss Leverett, made the sort of confessionthat implicates everybody. '

'Then why believe her?' muttered Gillian. But her aunt went on---

'She said that four or five of them did it, from the notes thatValetta Merrifield brought to school. '

'Never!' interjected Gillian. 

'She said, ' continued Miss Mohun, 'it was first that they saw herhelping Maura White, and they thought that was not fair, and insistedon her doing the same for them. '

'It can't be true! Oh, don't believe it!' cried the sister. 

'I grieve to remind you that I showed you in the drawer in thedining-room chiffonier a translation of that very book of Caesar thatyour mother and I made years ago, when she was crazy uponVercingetorix. '

'But was that reason enough for laying it upon poor Val?'

'She owned it. '

There was a silence, and then Gillian said---

'She must have been frightened, and not known what she was saying. '

'She was frightened, but she was very straightforward, and toldwithout any shuffling. She saw the old copy-books when I was showingyou those other remnants of our old times, and one day it seems shewas in a great puzzle over her lessons, and could get no help oradvice, because none of us had come in. I suppose you were withLilian, and she thought she might just look at the passage. Shefound Maura in the same difficulty, and helped her; and then GeorgiePurvis and Nelly Black found them out, and threatened to tell unlessshe showed them her notes; but the copying whole phrases was onlydone quite of late in the general over-hurry. '

'She must have been bullied into it, ' cried Gillian. 'I shall go andsee about her. '

Aunt Ada made a gesture as of deprecation; but Aunt Jane let her gowithout remonstrance, merely saying as the door closed---

'Poor child! Esprit de famille!'

'Will it not be very bad for Valetta to be petted and pitied?'

'I don't know. At any rate, we cannot separate them at night, so itis only beginning it a little sooner; and whatever I say onlyexasperates Gillian the more. Poor little Val, she had not a formedcharacter enough to be turned loose into a High School without Mysieto keep her in order. '

'Or Gillian. '

'I am not so sure of Gillian. There's something amiss, though Ican't make out whether it is merely that I rub her down the wrongway. I wonder whether this holiday time will do us good or harm!At any rate, I know how Lily felt about Dolores. '

'It must have been that class-mistress's fault. '

'To a great degree; but Miss Leverett has just discovered that hercleverness does not compensate for a general lack of sense anddiscipline. Poor little Val---perhaps it is her turning-point!'

Gillian, rushing up in a boiling state of indignation againsteverybody, felt the family shame most acutely of all; and though, asa Merrifield, she defended her sister below stairs, on the other handshe was much more personally shocked and angered at the disgrace thanwere her aunts, and far less willing to perceive any excuse for theculprit. 

There was certainly no petting or pitying in her tone as she stoodover the little iron bed, where the victim was hiding her head on herpillow. 

'Oh, Valetta, how could you do such a thing? The Merrifields havenever been so disgraced before!'

'Oh, don't, Gill! Aunt Jane and Miss Leverett were---not so angry---when I said---I was sorry. '

'But what will papa and mamma say?'

'Must they---must they hear?'

'You would not think of deceiving them, I hope. '

'Not deceiving, only not telling. '

'That comes to much the same. '

'You can't say anything, Gill, for you are always down at Kal'soffice, and nobody knows. '

This gave Gillian a great shock, but she rallied, and said withdignity, 'Do you think I do not write to mamma everything I do?'

It sufficed for the immediate purpose of annihilating Valetta, whohad just been begging off from letting mamma hear of her proceedings;but it left Gillian very uneasy as to how much the child might knowor tell, and this made her proceed less violently, and morepersuasively, 'Whatever I do, I write to mamma; and besides, it isdifferent with a little thing like you, and your school work. Come, tell me how you got into this scrape. '

'Oh, Gill, it was so hard! All about those tiresome Gauls, and therewere bits when the nominative case would go and hide itself, andthose nasty tenses one doesn't know how to look out, and I knew I wasmaking nonsense, and you were out of the way, and there was nobody tohelp; and I knew mamma's own book was there---the very part too---because Aunt Jane had shown it to us, so I did not think there wasany harm in letting her help me out of the muddle. '

'Ah! that was the beginning. '

'If you had been in, I would not have done it. You know Aunt Janesaid there was no harm in giving a clue, and this was mamma. '

'But that was not all. '

'Well, then, there was Maura first, as much puzzled, and her brotheris so busy he hasn't as much time for her as he used to have, and itdoes signify to her, for perhaps if she does not pass, Mr. White maynot let her go on at the High School, and that would be too dreadful, for you know you said I was to do all I could for Maura. So I markeddown things for her and she copied them off, and then Georgie andNelly found it out, and, oh! they were dreadful! I never knew it waswrong till they went at me. And they were horrid to Maura, and saidshe was a Greek and I a Maltese, and so we were both false, andcheaty, and sly, and they should tell Miss Leverett unless I wouldhelp them. '

'Oh! Valetta, why didn't you tell me?'

'I never get to speak to you, said Val. 'I did think I would thatfirst time, and ask you what to do, but then you came in late, andwhen I began something, you said you had your Greek to do, and toldme to hold my tongue. '

'I am very sorry, ' said Gillian, feeling convicted of havingneglected her little sister in the stress of her own work and of thepreparation for that of her pupil, who was treading on her heels;'but indeed, Val, if you had told me it was important, I should havelistened. '

'Ah I but when one is half-frightened, and you are always in ahurry, ' sighed the child. And, indeed, I did do my best over my ownwork before ever I looked; only those two are so lazy and stupid, they would have ever so much more help than Maura or I ever wanted;and at last I was so worried and hurried with my French and all therest, that I did scramble a whole lot down, and that was the way itwas found out. And I am glad now it is over, whatever happens. '

'Yes, that is right, ' said Gillian, 'and I am glad you told nostories; but I wonder Emma Norton did not see what was going on. '

'Oh, she is frightfully busy about her own. '

'And Kitty Varley?'

'Kitty is only going up for French and German. Miss Leverett is soangry. What do you think she will do to me, Gill? Expel me?'

'I don't know---I can't guess. I don't know High School ways. '

It would be so dreadful for papa and mamma and the boys to know, 'sobbed Valetta. 'And Mysie! oh, if Mysie was but here!'

'Mysie would have been a better sister to her, ' said Gillian'sconscience, and her voice said, 'You would never have done it ifMysie had been here. '

'And Mysie would be nice, ' said the poor child, who longed after hercompanion sister as much for comfort as for conscience. 'Is AuntJane very very angry?' she went on; 'do you think I shall bepunished?'

'I can't tell. If it were I, I should think you were punished enoughby having disgraced the name of Merrifield by such a dishonourableaction. '

'I---I didn't know it was dishonourable. '

'Well, ' said Gillian, perhaps a little tired of the scene, or mayhapdreading another push into her own quarters, 'I have been saying whatI could for you, and I should think they would feel that no one butour father and mother had a real right to punish you, but I can'ttell what the School may do. Now, hush, it is of no use to talk anymore. Good-night; I hope I shall find you asleep when I come tobed. '

Valetta would have detained her, but off she went, with aconsciousness that she had been poor comfort to her little sister, and had not helped her to the right kind of repentance. But thenthat highest ground---the strict rule of perfect conscientiousuprightness---was just what she shrank from bringing home to herself, in spite of those privileges of seniority by which she had impressedpoor Valetta. 

The worst thing further that was said that night, when she hadreported as much of Valetta's confidence as she thought might softendispleasure, was Aunt Ada's observation: 'Maura! That's the Whitechild, is it not? No doubt it was the Greek blood. '

'The English girls were much worse, ' hastily said Gillian, with aflush of alarm, as she thought of her own friends being suspected. 

'Yes; but it began with the little Greek, ' said Aunt Ada. 'What apity, for she is such an engaging child! I would take the child awayfrom the High School, except that it would have the appearance of herbeing dismissed. 

'We must consider of that, ' said Aunt Jane. 'There will hardly betime to hear from Lilias before the next term begins. Indeed, itwill not be so very long to wait before the happy return, I hope. '

'Only two months, ' said Gillian; 'but it would be happier but forthis. '

'No, ' said Aunt Jane. 'If we made poor little Val write herconfession, and I do the same for not having looked after her better, it will be off our minds, and need not cloud the meeting. '

'The disgrace!' sighed Gillian; 'the public disgrace!'

'My dear, I don't want to make you think lightly of such a thing. Itwas very wrong in a child brought up as you have all been, with asense of honour and uprightness; but where there has been no suchtraining, the attempt to copy is common enough, for it is not to belooked on as an extraordinary and indelible disgrace. Do youremember Primrose saying she had broken mamma's heart when she hadknocked down a china vase? You need not be in that state of mindover what was a childish fault, made worse by those bullying girls. It is of no use to exaggerate. The sin is the thing---not the outwardshame. '

'And Valetta told at once when asked, ' added Aunt Ada. 

'That makes a great difference. '

'In fact, she was relieved to have it out, ' said Miss Mohun. 'It isnot at all as if she were in the habit of doing things underhand. '

Everything struck on Gillian like a covert reproach. It was pain andshame to her that a Merrifield should have lowered herself to thecommon herd so as to need these excuses of her aunts, and then in themidst of that indignation came that throb of self-conviction whichshe was always confuting with the recollection of her letter to hermother. 

She was glad to bid good-night and rest her head. 

The aunts ended by agreeing that it was needful to withdraw Valettafrom the competition. It would seem like punishment to her, but itwould remove her from the strain that certainly was not good for her. Indeed, they had serious thoughts of taking her from the schoolaltogether, but the holidays would not long be ended before herparents' return. 

'I am sorry we ever let her try for the prize, ' said Ada. 

'Yes, ' said Aunt Jane, 'I suppose it was weakness; but having opposedthe acceptance of the system of prizes by competition at first, Ithought it would look sullen if I refused to let Valetta try. Stimulus is all very well, but competition leads to emulation, wrath, strife, and a good deal besides. '

'Valetta wished it too, and she knew so much Latin to begin with thatI thought she would easily get it, and certainly she ought not to getinto difficulties. '

'After the silken rein and easy amble of Silverfold, the spur and therace have come severely. '

'It is, I suppose, the same with Gillian, though there it is notcompetition. Do you expect her to succeed?'

'No. She has plenty of intelligence, and a certain sort ofdiligence, but does not work to a point. She wants a real hand overher! She will fail, and it will be very good for her. '

'I should say the work was overmuch for her, and had led her toneglect Valetta. '

'Work becomes overmuch when people don't know how to set about it, and resent being told--- No, not in words, but by looks and shoulders. Besides, I am not sure that it is her proper work that oppresses her. I think she has some other undertaking in hand, probably forChristmas, or for her mother's return; but as secrecy is the verysoul of such things, I shut my eyes. '

'Somehow, Jane, I think you have become so much afraid of giving wayto curiosity that you sometimes shut your eyes rather too much. '

'Well, perhaps in one's old age one suffers from the reaction ofone's bad qualities. I will think about it, Ada. I certainly neverbefore realised how very different school supervision of young folksis from looking after them all round. Moreover, Gillian has beenmuch more attentive to poor Lily Giles of late, in spite of heravocations. '

Valetta was not at first heartbroken on hearing that she was not togo in for the language examination. It was such a relief from theoppression of the task, and she had so long given up hopes of havingthe prize to show to her mother, that she was scarcely grieved, though Aunt Jane was very grave while walking down to school with herin the morning to see Miss Leverett, and explain the withdrawal. 

That lady came to her private room as soon as she had opened theschool. From one point of view, she said, she agreed with Miss Mohunthat it would be better that her niece should not go up for theexamination. 

'But, ' she said, 'it may be considered as a stigma upon her, sincenone of the others are to give up. '

'Indeed! I had almost thought it a matter of course. '

'On the contrary, two of the mothers seem to think nothing at all ofthe matter. Mrs. Black---'

'The Surveyor's wife, isn't she?'

'Yes, she writes a note saying that all children copy, if they can, and she wonders that I should be so severe upon such a frequentoccurrence, which reflects more discredit on the governesses than thescholars. '

'Polite that! And Mrs. Purvis? At least, she is a lady!'

'She is more polite, but evidently has no desire to be troubled. Shehopes that if her daughter has committed a breach of schooldiscipline, I will act as I think best. '

'No feeling of the real evil in either! How about Maura White?'

'That is very different. It is her sister who writes, and so nicelythat I must show it to you. '

'MY DEAR MADAM---I am exceedingly grieved that Maura should have actedin a dishonourable manner, though she was not fully aware how wronglyshe was behaving. We have been talking to her, and we think she isso truly sorry as not to be likely to fall into the same temptationagain. As far as we can make out, she has generally taken pains withher tasks, and only obtained assistance in unusually difficultpassages, so that we think that she is really not ill-prepared. Ifit is thought right that all the pupils concerned should abstain fromthe competition, we would of course readily acquiesce in the justiceof the sentence; but to miss it this year might make so serious adifference to her prospects, that I hope it will not be thought anecessary act of discipline, though we know that we have no right toplead for any exemption for her. With many thanks for theconsideration you have shown for her, I remain, faithfully yours, K. WHITE. '

'A very different tone indeed, and it quite agrees with Valetta'saccount, ' said Miss Mohun. 

'Yes, the other two girls were by far the most guilty. '

'And morally, perhaps, Maura the least; but I retain my view that, irrespective of the others, Valetta's parents had rather she missedthis examination, considering all things. '

Valetta came home much more grieved when she had found she was theonly one left out, and declared it was unjust. 

No, ' said Gillian, 'for you began it all. None of the others wouldhave got into the scrape but for you. '

'It was all your fault for not minding me!'

'As if I made you do sly things. '

'You made me. You were so cross if I only asked a question, ' and Valprepared to cry. 

'I thought people had to do their own work and not other folks'!Don't be so foolish. '

'Oh dear! oh dear! how unkind you are! I wish---I wish Mysie washere; every one is grown cross! Oh, if mamma would but come home!'

'Now, Val, don't be such a baby! Stop that!'

And Valetta went into one of her old agonies of crying and sobbing, which brought Aunt Jane in to see what was the matter. She instantlystopped the scolding with which Gillian was trying to check theoutburst, and which only added to its violence. 

'It is the only thing to stop those fits, ' said Gillian. 'She can ifshe will! It is all temper. '

'Leave her to me!' commanded Aunt Jane. 'Go!'

Gillian went away, muttering that it was not the way mamma or NurseHalfpenny treated Val, and quite amazed that Aunt Jane, of allpeople, should have the naughty child on her lap and in her arms, soothing her tenderly. 

The cries died away, and the long heaving sobs began to subside, andat last a broken voice said, on Aunt Jane's shoulder, 'It's---a---little bit---like mamma. '

For Aunt Jane's voice had a ring in it like mamma's, and this littlebit of tenderness was inexpressibly comforting. 

'My poor dear child, ' she said, 'mamma will soon come home, and thenyou will be all right. '

'I shouldn't have done it if mamma had been there!'

'No, and now you are sorry. '

'Will mamma be very angry?'

'She will be grieved that you could not hold out when you weretempted; but I am sure she will forgive you if you write it all toher. And, Val, you know you can have God's forgiveness at once ifyou tell Him. '

'Yes, ' said Valetta gravely; then, 'I did not before, because Ithought every one made so much of it, and were so cross. And Georgieand Nellie don't care at all. '

'Nor Maura?'

'Oh, Maura does, because of Kalliope. '

'How do you mean?'

Valetta sat up on her aunt's lap, and told. 

'Maura told me! She said Kally and Alec both were at her, but hermamma was vexed with them, and said she would not have her scolded athome as well as at school about nothing; and she told Theodore to goand buy her a tart to make up to her, but Theodore wouldn't, for hesaid he was ashamed of her. So she sent the maid. But when Maurahad gone to bed and to sleep, she woke up, and there was Kally cryingover her prayers, and whispering half aloud, "Is she going too? Mypoor child! Oh, save her! Give her the Spirit of truth--"'

'Poor Kalliope! She is a good sister. '

'Yes; Maura says Kally is awfully afraid of their telling storiesbecause of Richard---the eldest, you know. He does it dreadfully. Iremember nurse used to tell us not to fib like Dick White. Maurasaid he used to tell his father stories about being late and gettingmoney, and their mother never let him be punished. He was her pet. And Maura remembers being carried in to see poor Captain White justbefore he died, when she was getting better, but could not stand, andhe said, "Truth before all, children. Be true to God and man. "Captain White did care so much, but Mrs. White doesn't. Isn't thatvery odd, for she isn't a Roman Catholic?' ended Valetta, obviouslybelieving that falsehood was inherent in Romanists, and pouring outall this as soon as her tears were assuaged, as if, having heard it, she must tell. 

'Mrs. White is half a Greek, you know, ' said Aunt Jane, 'and theGreeks are said not to think enough about truth. '

'Epaminondas did, ' said Valetta, who had picked up a good deal fromthe home atmosphere, 'but Ulysses didn't. '

'No; and the Greeks have been enslaved and oppressed for a great manyyears, and that is apt to make people get cowardly and false. Butthat is not our concern, Val, and I think with such a recollection ofher good father, and such a sister to help her, Maura will not fallinto the fault again. And, my dear, I quite see that neither you norshe entirely realised that what you did was deception, though younever spoke a word of untruth. '

'No, we did not, ' said Valetta. 

'And so, my dear child, I do forgive you, quite and entirely, as weused to say, though I have settled with Miss Leverett that you hadbetter not go up for the examination, since you cannot be properly upto it. And you must write the whole history to your mother. Yes; Iknow it will be very sad work, but it will be much better to have itout and done with, instead of having it on your mind when she comeshome. '

'Shall you tell her!'

'Yes, certainly, ' said the aunt, well knowing that this would clenchthe matter. 'But I shall tell her how sorry you are, and that Ireally think you did not quite understand what you were about atfirst. And I shall write to Miss White, and try to comfort her abouther sister. '

'You won't say I told!'

'Oh no; but I shall have quite reason enough for writing in tellingher that I am sorry my little niece led her sister into crookedpaths. '

Gillian knew that this letter was written and sent, and it did notmake her more eager for a meeting with Kalliope. So that she was notsorry that the weather was a valid hindrance, though a few weeks agoshe would have disregarded such considerations. Besides, there washer own examination, which for two days was like a fever, and kepther at her little table, thinking of nothing but those questions, anddreaming and waking over them at night. 

It was over; and she was counselled on all sides to think no moreabout it till she should hear of success or failure. But this waseasier said than done, and she was left in her tired state with ageneral sense of being on a wrong tack, and of going on amiss, whether due to her aunt's want of assimilation to herself, or to hermother's absence, she did not know, and with the further sense thatshe had not been the motherly sister she had figured to herself, butthat both the children should show a greater trust and reliance onAunt Jane than on herself grieved her, not exactly with jealousy, butwith sense of failure and dissatisfaction with herself. She had auniversal distaste to her surroundings, and something very like dreadof the Whites, and she rejoiced in the prospect of quitting Rockstonefor the present. 

She felt bound to run down to the office to wish Kalliope good-bye. There she found an accumulation of exercises and translations waitingfor her. 

'Oh, what a quantity! It shows how long it is since I have beenhere. '

'And indeed, ' began Kalliope, 'since your aunt has been so very kindabout poor little Maura---'

'Oh, please don't talk to me! There's such a lot to do, and I haveno time. Wait till I have done. '

And she nervously began reading out the Greek exercise, so aseffectually to stop Kalliope's mouth. Moreover, either her ownuneasy mind, or the difficulty of the Greek, brought her into adilemma. She saw that Alexis's phrase was wrong, but she did notclearly perceive what the sentence ought to be, and she perplexedherself over it till he came in, whether to her satisfaction or notshe could not have told, for she had not wanted to see him on the onehand, though, on the other, it silenced Kalliope. 

She tried to clear her perceptions by explanations to him, but he didnot seem to give his mind to the grammar half as much as to thecessation of the lessons and her absence. 

'You must do the best you can, ' she said, 'and I shall find you gonequite beyond me. '

'I shall never do that, Miss Merrifield. '

'Nonsense!' she said, laughing uncomfortably 'a pretty clergyman youwould be if you could not pass a girl. There! good-bye. Make a listof your puzzles and I will do my best with them when I come back. '

'Thank you, ' and he wrung her hand with an earnestness that gave hera sense of uneasiness. 

CHAPTER XI. LADY MERRIFIELD'S CHRISTMAS LETTER-BAG

 (PRIMROSE. )

'MY DEAR MAMMA---I wish you a merry Christmas, and papa and sistersand Claude too. I only hooped once to-day, and Nurse says I may goout when it gets fine. Fly is better. She sent me her dolls' housein a big box in a cart, and Mysie sent a new frock of her own makingfor Liliana, and Uncle William gave me a lovely doll, with waxen armsand legs, that shuts her eyes and squeals, and says Mamma; but I donot want anything but my own dear mamma, and all the rest. I ammamma's own little PRIMROSE. '

 (FERGUS. )

 'COALHAM. 'MY DEAR MAMMA---I wish you and papa, and all, a happy Crismas, and Isend a plan of the great coal mine for a card. It is much jollierhere than at Rockquay, for it is all black with cinders, and thereare little fires all night, and there are lots of oars and oxhide andfossils and ferns and real curiozitys, and nobody minds noises normuddy boots, and they aren't at one to wash your hands, for theycan't be clean ever; and there was a real row in the street lastnight just outside. We are to go down a mine some day when CousinDavid has time. I mean to be a great jeologist and get lots ofspecimens, and please bring me home all the minerals in Ceylon. Harry gave me a hammer. ---I am, your affectionate son, FERGUS MERRIFIELD. '

 (VALETTA. )

'MY DEAREST MAMMA---I hope you will like my card. Aunt Ada did noneof it, only showed me how, and Aunt Jane says I may tell you I amreally trying to be good. I am helping her gild fir-cones for aChristmas-tree for the quire, and they will sing carols. Macraebrought some for us the day before yesterday, and a famous lot ofholly and ivy and mistletoe and flowers, and three turkeys and somehams and pheasants and partridges. Aunt Jane sent the biggest turkeyand ham in a basket covered up with holly to Mrs. White, and anotherto Mrs. Hablot, and they are doing the church with the holly and ivy. We are to eat the other the day after to-morrow, and Mr. Grant andMiss Burne, who teaches the youngest form, are coming. It was onlycold beef to-day, to let Mrs. Mount go to church; but we had mincepies, and I am going to Kitty's Christmas party to-morrow, and weshall dance---so Aunt Ada has given me a new white frock and a lovelyRoman sash of her own. Poor old Mrs. Vincent is dead, and Fergus'sgreat black rabbit, and poor little Mary Brown with dip---(blot). Ican't spell it, and nobody is here to tell me how, but the thing inpeople's throats, and poor Anne has got it, and Dr. Ellis says it wasa mercy we were all away from home, for we should have had it too, and that would have been ever so much worse than the whooping-cough. 

'I have lots of cards, but my presents are waiting for my birthday, when Maura is to come to tea. It is much nicer than I thought theholidays would be. Maura White has got the prize for French andLatin. It is a lovely Shakespeare. I wish I had been good, for Ithink I should have got it. Only she does want more help than I do---so perhaps it is lucky I did not. No, I don't mean lucky either. ---Your affectionate little daughter, VAL. '

 (WILFRED. )

'DEAR MOTHER---Fergus is such a little ape that he will send you thatdisgusting coal mine on his card, as if you would care for it. Iknow you will like mine much better---that old buffer skating into ahole in the ice. I don't mind being here, for though Harry and Davyget up frightfully early to go to church, they don't want us downtill they come back, and we can have fun all day, except when Harryscrews me down to my holiday task, which is a disgusting one, aboutthe Wars of the Roses. Harry does look so rum now that he is got upfor a parson that we did not know him when he met us at the station. There was an awful row outside here last night between two sets ofWaits. David went out and parted them, and I thought he would havegot a black eye. All the choir had supper here, for there was aservice in the middle of the night; but they did not want us at it, and on Tuesday we are to have a Christmas ship, and a magic-lantern, and Rollo and Mr. Bowater are coming to help---he is the clergyman atthe next place---and no end of fun, and the biggest dog you ever saw. Fergus has got one of his crazes worse than ever about old stones, and is always in the coal hole, poking after ferns and things. Wishing you a merry Christmas. ---Your affectionate son, 'WILFRED MERRIFIELD. '

 (MYSIE. )

 'ROTHERWOOD, Christmas Day. 

'MY OWN DEAREST MAMMA---A very happy Christmas to you, and papa andClaude and my sisters, and here are the cards, which Miss Elburyhelped me about so kindly that I think they are better than usual: Imean that she advised me, for no one touched them but myself. Youwill like your text, I hope, I chose it because it is so nice tothink we are all one, though we are in so many different places. Idid one with the same for poor Dolores in New Zealand. Uncle Williamwas here yesterday, and he said dear little Primrose is almost quitewell. Fly is much better to-day; her eyes look quite bright, and sheis to sit up a little while in the afternoon, but I may not talk toher for fear of making her cough; but she slept all night without onewhoop, and will soon be well now. Cousin Rotherwood was so glad thathe was quite funny this morning, and he gave me the loveliestwriting-case you ever saw, with a good lock and gold key, and goldtops to everything, and my three M's engraved on them all. I have somany presents and cards that I will write out a list when I havefinished my letter. I shall have plenty of time, for everybody isgone to church except Cousin Florence, who went early. 

'I am to dine at the late dinner, which will be early, because of thechurch singers, and Cousin Rotherwood says he and I will dosnapdragon, if I will promise not to whoop. 

'4. 30. ---I had to stop again because of the doctor. He says he doesnot want to have any more to do with me, and that I may go out thefirst fine day, and that Fly is much better. And only think! Hesays Rockquay is the very place for Fly, and as soon as we are notcatching, we are all to go there. Cousin Rotherwood told me so for agreat secret, but he said I might tell you, and that he would askAunt Alethea to let Primrose come too. It does warm one up to thinkof it, and it is much easier to feel thankful and glad about all therest of the right sort of Christmas happiness, now I am so nearhaving Gill and Val again. ---Your very loving child, M. M. MERRIFIELD. '

 (JASPER. )

 'VALE LESTON PRIORY, '25th December. 'DEAREST MOTHER---Here are my Christmas wishes that we may all beright again at home this year, and that you could see the brace ofpheasants I killed. However, Gill and I are in uncommonly nicequarters. I shall let her tell the long story about who is who, forthere is such a swarm of cousins, and uncles, and aunts, and when youthink you have hold of the right one, it turns out to be the otherlot. There are three houses choke full of them, and more floatingabout, and all running in and out, till it gets like the little pigthat could not be counted, it ran about so fast. They are allUnderwood or Harewood, more or less, except the Vanderkists, who areall girls except a little fellow in knickerbockers. Poor littlechap, his father was a great man on the turf, and ruined him horseand foot before he was born, and then died of D. T. , and his motheris a great invalid, and very badly off, with no end of daughters---themost stunning girls you ever saw---real beauties, and no mistake, especially Emily, who is great fun besides. She is to be Helena whenwe act Midsummer Night's Dream on Twelfth Night for all the natives, and I am Demetrius, dirty cad that he is! She lives with theGrinsteads, and Anna with the Travis Underwoods, Phyllis's youngman's bosses. If he makes as good a thing of it as they have done, she will be no end of a swell. Mr. Travis Underwood has brought downhis hunters and gives me a mount. Claude would go stark staring madto see his Campeador. 

'They are awfully musical here, and are always at carols orsomething, and that's the only thing against them. As to Gill, sheis in clover, in raptures with every one, especially Mrs. Grinstead, and I think it is doing her good. ---Your affectionate son, J. R. M. '

 (GILLIAN. )

'DEAREST MAMMA---All Christmas love, and a message to Phyllis that Ialmost forgive her desertion for the sake of the set of connectionsshe has brought us, like the nearest and dearest relations or more, but Geraldine---for so she told me to call her---is still the choicestof all. It is so pretty to see her husband---the great sculptor---waiton her, as if she was a queen and he her knight! Anna told me thathe had been in love with her ever so long, and she refused him once;but after the eldest brother died, and she was living at St. Wulstan's, he tried again, and she could not hold out. I told you ofher charming house, so full of lovely things, and about Gerald, allcleverness and spirit, but too delicate for a public school. He issuch a contrast to Edward Harewood, a great sturdy, red-hairedfellow, who is always about with Jasper, except when he---Japs, Imean---is with Emily Vanderkist. She is the prettiest of theVanderkists. There are eight of them besides little Sir Adrian. Mary always stays to look after her mother, who is in very badhealth, and has weak eyes. They call Mary invaluable and so verygood, but she is like a homely little Dutchwoman, and nobody wouldthink she was only twenty. Sophy, the next to her, calls herselfpupil-teacher to Mrs. William Harewood, and together they manage theschoolroom for all the younger sisters the two little girls at theVicarage, and Wilmet, the only girl here at the Priory; but, ofcourse, no lessons are going on now, only learning and rehearsing theparts, and making the dresses, painting the scenes, and learningsongs. They all do care so much about music here that I find Ireally know hardly anything about it, and Jasper says it is theironly failing. 

'They say Mr. Lancelot Underwood sings and plays better than any ofthem; but he is at Stoneborough. However, he is coming over with allthe Mays for our play, old Dr. May and all. I was very muchsurprised to find he was an organist and a bookseller, but Geraldinetold me about it, and how it was for the sake of the eldest brother---"my brother, " they all say; and somehow it seems as if the house wasstill his, though it is so many years since he died. And yet theyare all such happy, merry people. I wish I could let you know howdelightful it all is. Sometimes I feel as if I did not deserve tohave such a pleasant time. I can't quite explain, but to be withGeraldine Grinstead makes one feel one's self to be of a ruder, moreselfish mould, and I know I have not been all I ought to be atRockstone; but I don't mind telling you, now you are so soon to be athome, Aunt Jane seems to worry me---I can't tell how, exactly---whilethere is something about Geraldine that soothes and brightens, andall the time makes one long to be better. 

'I never heard such sermons as Mr. Harewood's either; it seems as ifI had never listened before, but these go right down into one. Icannot leave off thinking about the one last Sunday, about "makingmanifest the counsels of all hearts. " I see now that I was not asmuch justified in not consulting Aunt Jane about Kalliope and Alexisas I thought I was, and that the concealment was wrong. It came overme before the beautiful early Celebration this morning, and I couldnot feel as if I ought to be there till I had made a resolution totell her all about it, though I should like it not to be till you arecome home, and can tell her that I am not really like Dolores, as shewill be sure to think me, for I really did it, not out of sillinessand opposition, but because I knew how good they were, and I did tellyou. Honestly, perhaps there was some opposition in the spirit ofit; but I mean to make a fresh start when I come back, and you willbe near at hand then, and that will help me. 

'26th. ---The afternoon service of song began and I was called off. Inever heard anything so lovely, and we had a delightful evening. Ican't tell you about it now, for I am snatching a moment when I amnot rehearsing, as this must go to-day. Dr. And Miss May, and theLances, as they call them, are just come. The Doctor is a beautifulold man. All the children were round him directly, and he kissed me, and said that he was proud to meet the daughter of such adistinguished man. 

'This must go. ---Your loving daughter, 'JULIANA MERRIFIELD. '

 (HARRY. )

 'COALHAM, Christmas Day. 'It is nearly St. Stephen's Day, for, dear mother, I have not had aminute before to send you or my father my Christmas greeting. Wehave had most joyous services, unusually well attended, David tellsme, and that makes up for the demonstration we had outside the doorlast night. David is the right fellow for this place, though we aredisapproved of as south country folk. The boys are well and amused, Wilfred much more comfortable for being treated more as a man, andFergus greatly come on, and never any trouble, being always dead-seton some pursuit. It is geology, or rather mineralogy, at present, and if he carries home all the stones he has accumulated in the backyard, he will have a tolerable charge for extra luggage. David saysthere is the making of a great man in him, I think it is of an UncleMaurice. Macrae writes to me in a state of despair about the drainsat Silverfold; scarlet fever and diphtheria abound at the town, sothat he says you cannot come back there till something has been done, and he wants me to come and look at them; but I do not see how I canleave David at present, as we are in the thick of classes for Baptismand Confirmation in Lent, and I suspect Aunt Jane knows more aboutthe matter than I do. 

'Gillian and Jasper seem to be in a state of great felicity at ValeLeston---and Mysie getting better, but poor little Phyllis Devereuxhas been seriously ill. ---Your affectionate son, H. MERRIFIELD. '

 (AUNT JANE AND AUNT ADELINE. )

 '11. 30, Christmas Eve. 'MY DEAREST LILY---This will be a joint letter, for Ada will finish itto-morrow, and I must make the most of my time while waiting for theWaits to dwell on unsavoury business. Macrae came over here with aconvoy of all sorts of "delicacies of the season, " for which thankyou heartily in the name of Whites, Hablots, and others who partookthereof, according, no doubt, to your kind intention. He was greatlyperturbed, poor man, for your cook has been very ill with diphtheria, and the scarlet fever is severe all round; there have been somedeaths, and the gardener's child was in great danger. The doctor hasanalysed the water, and finds it in a very bad state, so that yourabsence this autumn is providential. If you are in haste, telegraphto me, and I will meet your landlord there, and the sanitaryinspector, and see what can be done, without waiting for Jasper. At any rate, you cannot go back there at once. Shall I secure afurnished house for you here? The Rotherwoods are coming to thehotel next door to us, as soon as Phyllis is fit to move andinfection over. Victoria will stay there with the children, and hego back and forwards. If Harry and Phyllis May should come home, Isuppose their headquarters will be at Stoneborough; but still thiswould be the best place for a family gathering. Moreover, Fergusgets on very nicely at Mrs. Edgar's, and it would be a pity todisturb him. On the other hand, I am not sure of the influences ofthe place upon the---

'Christmas Day, 3 P. M. ---There came the Waits I suppose, and Jane hadto stop and leave me to take up the thread. Poor dear Jenny, thefestival days are no days of rest to her, but I am not sure that shewould enjoy repose, or that it would not be the worse possiblepenance to her. She is gone down now to the workhouse with Valettato take cards and tea and tobacco to the old people, not sendingthem, because she says a few personal wishes and the sight of abright child will be worth something to the old bodies. Then comestea for the choir-boys, before Evensong and carols, and after that myturn may come for what remains of the evening. I must say the churchis lovely, thanks to your arums and camellias, which Macrae broughtus just in time. It is very unfortunate that Silverfold should be insuch a state, but delightful for us if it sends you here; and thisbrings me to Jenny's broken thread, which I must spin on, though Itell her to take warning by you, when you so repented having broughtMaurice home by premature wails about Dolores. Perhaps impatience isa danger to all of us, and I believe there is such a thing as over-candour. 

'What Jane was going to say was that she did not think the place hadbeen good for either of the girls; but all that would be obviated byyour presence. If poor Miss Vincent joins you, now that she is free, you would have your own schoolroom again, and the locality would notmake much difference. Indeed, if the Rotherwood party come by theend of the holidays, I have very little doubt that Victoria willallow Valetta to join Phyllis and Mysie in the schoolroom, and thatwould prevent any talk about her removal from the High School. Thepoor little thing has behaved as well as possible ever since, and isan excellent companion; Jane is sure that it has been a lesson thatwill last her for life, and I am convinced that she was under aninfluence that you can put an end to---I mean that White family. Janethinks well of the eldest daughter, in spite of her fringe and of herrefusal to enter the G. F. S. ; but I have good reason for knowing thatshe holds assignations in Mr. White's garden on Sunday afternoonswith young Stebbing, whose mother knows her to be a most artful anddangerous girl, though she is so clever at the mosaic work that thereis no getting her discharged. Mrs. Stebbing called to warn usagainst her, and, as I was the only person at home, told me how shehad learnt from Mr. White's housekeeper that this girl comes everySunday alone to walk in the gardens---she was sure it must be to meetsomebody, and they are quite accessible to an active young man on theside towards the sea. He is going in a few days to join the otherpartner at the Italian quarries, greatly in order that the connectionmay be broken off. It is very odd that Jane, generally so acute, should be so blind here. All she said was, "That's just the timeGillian is so bent on mooning in the garden. " It is a mereabsurdity; Gillian always goes to the children's service, andbesides, she was absent last Sunday, when Miss White was certainlythere. But Gillian lends the girl books, and altogether patronisesher in a manner which is somewhat perplexing to us; though, as itcannot last long, Jane thinks it better not to interfere before yourreturn to judge for yourself. These young people are members of theKennel Church congregation, and I had an opportunity of talking toMr. Flight about them. He says he had a high opinion of the brother, and hoped to help him to some higher education, with a view perhapsto Holy Orders; but that it was so clearly the youth's duty tosupport his mother, and it was so impossible for her to get onwithout his earnings, that he (Mr. Flight, I mean) had decided to lethim alone that his stability might be proved, or till some openingoffered; and of late there had been reason for disappointment, tokensof being unsettled, and reports of meetings with some young woman athis sister's office. It is always the way when one tries to beinterested in those half-and-half people, ---the essential vulgarity issure to break out, generally in the spirit of flirtation conducted inan underhand manner. And oh! that mother! I write all this becauseyou had better be aware of the state of things before your return. Iam afraid, however, that between us we have not written you a verycheering Christmas letter. 

'There is a great question about a supply of water to the town. Muchexcitement is caused by the expectation of Rotherwood's visit, and itis even said that he is to be met here by the great White himself, whom I have always regarded as a sort of mythical personage, not tosay a harpy, always snatching away every promising family of Jane'sto the Italian quarries. 

'You will have parted with the dear girls by this time, and befeeling very sad and solitary; but it is altogether a goodconnection, and a great advantage. I have just addressed to Gillian, at Vale Leston, a coroneted envelope, which must be an invitationfrom Lady Liddesdale. I am very glad of it. Nothing is so likely assuch society to raise her above the tone of these Whites. ---Yourloving A. M. '

'10. 30 P. M. --These Whites! Really I don't think it as bad as Adasupposes, so don't be uneasy, though it is a pity she has told you somuch of the gossip respecting them. I do not believe any harm ofthat girl Kalliope; she has such an honest, modest pair of eyes. Idare say she is persecuted by that young Stebbing, for she is veryhandsome, and he is an odious puppy. But as to her assignations inthe garden, if they are with any one, it is with Gillian, and I seeno harm in them, except that we might have been told---only that wouldhave robbed the entire story of its flavour, I suppose. Besides, Igreatly disbelieve the entire story, so don't be worried about it!There---as if we had not been doing our best to worry you! But comehome, dearest old Lily. Gather your chicks under your wing, and whenyou cluck them together again, all will be well. I don't think youwill find Valetta disimproved by her crisis. It is curious to hearhow she and Gillian both declare that Mysie would have prevented it, as if naughtiness or deceit shrank from that child's very face. 

'It has been a very happy, successful Christmas Day, full ofrejoicing. May you be feeling the same; that joy has made us one inmany a time of separation. ---Your faithful old Brownie, J. MOHUN. '

 (GILLIAN AGAIN. )

 'ROWTHORPE, 20th January. 

'DEAREST MAMMA---This is a Sunday letter. I am writing it in abeautiful place, more like a drawing-room than a bed-room, and it isall very grand; such long galleries, such quantities of servants, somany people staying in the house, that I should feel quite lost butfor Geraldine. We came so late last night that there was only justtime to dress for dinner at eight o'clock. I never dined with somany people before, and they are all staying in the house. I havenot learnt half of them yet, though Lady Liddesdale, who is a nice, merry old lady, with gray hair, called her eldest granddaughter, Kitty Somerville, and told her to take care of me, and tell me whothey all were. One of them is that Lord Ormersfield, whom Mysie ranagainst at Rotherwood, and, do you know, I very nearly did the same;for there is early Celebration at the little church just across thegarden. Kitty talked of calling for me, but I did not make sure, because I heard some one say she was not to go if she had a cold;and, when I heard the bell, I grew anxious and started off, and Ilost my way, and thought I should never get to the stairs; but justas I was turning back, out came Lord and Lady Ormersfield. He looksquite young, though he is rather lame---I shall like all lame people, for the sake of Geraldine---and Lady Ormersfield has such a motherlyface. He laughed, and said I was not the first person who had lostmy way in the labyrinths of passages, so I went on with them, andafter all Kitty was hunting for me! I sat next him at breakfast, and, do you know, he asked me whether I was the sister of a littledownright damsel he met at Rotherwood two years ago, and said he hadused her truthfulness about the umbrella for a favourite example tohis small youngest!

'When I hear of truthfulness I feel a sort of shock. "Oh, if youknew!" I am ready to say, and I grow quite hot. That is what I amreally writing about to-day. I never had time after that ChristmasDay at Vale Leston to do more than keep you up to all the doings; butI did think: and there were Mr. Harewood's sermons, which had a realsting in them, and a great sweetness besides. I have tried to setsome down for you, and that is one reason I did not say more. Butto-day, after luncheon, it is very quiet, for Kitty and Constance aregone to their Sunday classes, and the gentlemen and boys are outwalking, except Lord Somerville, who has a men's class of his own, and all the old ladies are either in their rooms, or talking inpairs. So I can tell you that I see now that I did not go on in aright spirit with Aunt Jane, and that I did poor Val harm by myexample, and went very near deception, for I did not choose tobelieve that when you said "If Aunt J. Approves, " you meant aboutAlexis White's lessons; so I never told her or Kalliope, and Iperceive now that it was not right towards either; for Kally was veryunhappy about her not knowing. I am very sorry; I see that I waswrong all round, and that I should have understood it before, if Ihad examined myself in the way Mr. Harewood dwelt upon in his lastSunday in Advent sermon, and never gone on in such a way. 

'I am not going to wait for you now, but shall confess it all to AuntJane as soon as I go home, and try to take it as my punishment if sheasks a terrible number of questions. Perhaps I shall write it, butit would take such a quantity of explanation, and I don't want AuntAda to open the letter, as she does any that come while Aunt Jane isout. 

'Please kiss my words and forgive me, as you read this, dear mamma; Inever guessed I was going to be so like Dolores. 

'Kitty has come to my door to ask if I should like to come and readsomething nice and Sundayish with them in her grandmamma's dressing-room. ---So no more from your loving GILL. '

CHAPTER XII. TRANSFORMATION

'Well, now for the second stage of our guardianship!' said Aunt Ada, as the two sisters sat over the fire after Valetta had gone to bed. 'Fergus comes back to-morrow, and Gillian---when?'

'She does not seem quite certain, for there is to be a day or two atBrompton with this delightful Geraldine, so that she may see hergrandmother---also Mr. Clement Underwood's church, and the Merchant ofVenice---an odd mixture of ecclesiastics and dissipations. '

'I wonder whether she will be set up by it. '

'So do I! They are all remarkably good people; but then good peopledo sometimes spoil the most of all, for they are too unselfish tosnub. And on the other hand, seeing the world sometimes has thewholesome effect of making one feel small---'

'My dear Jenny!'

'Oh! I did not mean you, who are never easily effaced; but I wasthinking of youthful bumptiousness, fostered by country life andelder sistership. '

'Certainly, though Valetta is really much improved, Gillian has notbeen as pleasant as I expected, especially during the latter part ofthe time. '

'Query, was it her fault or mine, or the worry of the examination, orall three?'

'Perhaps you did superintend a little too much at first. More thanmodern independence was prepared for, though I should not haveexpected recalcitration in a young Lily; but I think there was moreruffling of temper and more reserve than I can quite understand. '

'It has not been a success. As dear old Lily would have said, "Mydream has vanished, " of a friend in the younger generation, and nowit remains to do the best I can for her in the few weeks that areleft, before we have her dear mother again. '

'At any rate, you have no cause to be troubled about the other two. Valetta is really the better for her experience, and you have alwaysgot on well with the boy. '

Fergus was the first of the travellers to appear at Rockstone. MissMohun, who went to meet him at the station, beheld a small figurelustily pulling at a great canvas bag, which came bumping down thestep, assisted by a shove from the other passengers, and threateningfor a moment to drag him down between platform and carriages. 

'Fergus, Fergus, what have you got there? Give it to me. Howheavy!'

'It's a few of my mineralogical specimens, ' replied Fergus. 'Harrywouldn't let me put any more into my portmanteau---but the peacock andthe dendrum are there. '

Already, without special regard to peacock or dendrum, whatever thatarticle might be, Miss Mohun was claiming the little old militaryportmanteau, with a great M and 110th painted on it, that heldFergus's garments. 

He would scarcely endure to deposit the precious bag in the omnibus, and as he walked home his talk was all of tertiary formations, andcoal measures, and limestones, as he extracted a hammer from hispocket, and looked perilously disposed to use it on the vein ofcrystals in a great pink stone in a garden wall. His aunt wasobliged to begin by insisting that the walls should be safe fromgeological investigations. 

'But it is such waste, Aunt Jane. Only think of building up suchbeautiful specimens in a stupid old wall. '

Aunt Jane did not debate the question of waste, but assured him thatequally precious specimens could be honestly come by; while she feltrenewed amusement and pleasure at anything so like the brotherMaurice of thirty odd years ago being beside her. 

It made her endure the contents of the bag being turned out like aminiature rockery for her inspection on the floor of the glazedverandah outside the drawing-room, and also try to pacify Mrs. Mount's indignation at finding the more valuable specimens, or, asshe called them, 'nasty stones' and bits of dirty coal, within hissocks. 

Much more information as to mines, coal, or copper, was to be gainedfrom him than as to Cousin David, or Harry, or Jasper, who had spentthe last ten days of his holidays at Coalham, which had procured forFergus the felicity of a second underground expedition. It was leftto his maturer judgment and the next move to decide how many of hisspecimens were absolutely worthless; it was only stipulated that heand Valetta should carry them, all and sundry, up to the lumber-room, and there arrange them as he chose;---Aunt Jane routing out for him avery dull little manual of mineralogy, and likewise a book of MariaHack's, long since out of print, but wherein 'Harry Beaufoy' isinstructed in the chief outlines of geology in a manner only perhapsinferior to that of "Madame How and Lady Why, " which she reserved fora birthday present. Meantime Rockstone and its quarries were almostas excellent a field of research as the mines of Coalham, and in adifferent line. 

'How much nicer it is to be a boy than a girl!' sighed Valetta, asshe beheld her junior marching off with all the dignity of hammer andknapsack to look up Alexis White and obtain access to the heaps ofrubbish, which in his eyes held as infinite possibilities as thediamond fields of Kimberley. And Alexis was only delighted to bestowon him any space of daylight when both were free from school or fromwork, and kept a look-out for the treasures he desired. Of course, out of gratitude to his parents---or was it out of gratitude to hissister? Perhaps Fergus could have told, if he had paid the slightestattention to such a trifle, how anxiously Alexis inquired when MissGillian was expected to return. Moreover, he might have told thathis other model, Stebbing, pronounced old Dick White a beast and ascrew, with whom his brother Frank was not going to stop. 

Gillian came back a fortnight later, having been kept at Rowthorpe, together with Mrs. Grinstead, for a family festival over the doublemarriage in Ceylon, after which she spent a few days in London, so asto see her grandmother, Mrs. Merrifield, who was too infirm for anactual visit to be welcome, since her attendant grandchild, BessieMerrifield, was so entirely occupied with her as to have no time tobestow upon a guest of more than an hour or two. Gillian was met atthe station by her aunt, and when all her belongings had been dulyextracted, proving a good deal larger in bulk than when she had leftRockstone, and both were seated in the fly to drive home through adismal February Fill-dyke day, the first words that were spoken were, 'Aunt Jane, I ought to tell you something. '

Hastily revolving conjectures as to the subject of the comingconfession, Miss Mohun put herself at her niece's service. 

'Aunt Jane, I know I ought to have told you how much I was seeing ofthe Whites last autumn. '

'Indeed, I know you wished to do what you could for them. '

'Yes, ' said Gillian, finding it easier than she expected. 'You knowAlexis wants very much to be prepared for Holy Orders, and he couldnot get on by himself, so I have been running down to Kalliope'soffice after reading to Lily Giles, to look over his Greekexercises. '

'Meeting him?'

'Only sometimes. But Kally did not like it. She said you ought toknow, and that was the reason she would not come into the G. F. S. Sheis so good and honourable, Aunt Jane. '

'I am sure she is a very excellent girl, ' said Aunt Jane warmly. 'But certainly it would have been better to have these lessons in ourhouse. Does your mother know?'

'Yes, ' said Gillian, 'I wrote to her all I was doing, and how I havebeen talking to Kally on Sunday afternoons through the rails of Mr. White's garden. I thought she could telegraph if she did notapprove, but she does not seem to have noticed it in my letters, onlysaying something I could not make out--about "if you approved. "'

'And is that the reason you have told me?'

'Partly, but I got the letter before the holidays. I think it hasworked itself up, Aunt Jane, into a sense that it was not the thing. There was Kally, and there was poor Valetta's mess, and herjustifying herself by saying I did more for the Whites than you knew, and altogether, I grew sorry I had begun it, for I was sure it wasnot acting honestly towards you, Aunt Jane, and I hope you willforgive me. '

Miss Mohun put her arm round the girl and kissed her heartily. 

'My dear Gill, I am glad you have told me! I dare say I seemed toworry you, and that you felt as if you were watched; I will do myvery best to help you, if you have got into a scrape. I only want toask you not to do anything more till I can see Kally, and settle withher the most suitable way of helping the youth. '

But do you think there is a scrape, aunt? I never thought of that, if you forgave me. '

'My dear, I see you did not; and that you told me because you are myLily's daughter, and have her honest heart. I do not know that thereis anything amiss, but I am afraid young ladies can't do---well, impulsive things without a few vexations in consequence. Don't be sodismayed, I don't know of anything, and I cannot tell you how glad Iam of your having spoken out in this way. '

'I feel as if a load were off my back!' said Gillian. 

And a bar between her and her aunt seemed to have vanished, as theydrove up the now familiar slope, and under the leafless copperbeeches. Blood is thinker than water, and what five months ago hadseemed to be exile, had become the first step towards home, if nothome itself, for now, like Valetta, she welcomed the sound of hermother's voice in her aunt's. And there were Valetta and Fergusrushing out, almost under the wheels to fly at her, and Aunt Ada'ssoft embraces in the hall. 

The first voice that came out of the melee was Valetta's. 'Gill isgrown quite a lady!'

'How much improved!' exclaimed Aunt Ada. 

'The Bachfisch has swum into the river, ' was Aunt Jane's comment. 

'She'll never be good for anything jolly---no scrambling!' grumbledFergus. 

'Now Fergus! didn't Kitty Somerville and I scramble when we found thegate locked, and thought we saw the spiteful stag, and that he wasgoing to run at us?'

'I'm afraid that was rather on compulsion, Gill. '

'It wasn't the spiteful stag after all, but we had such a long way tocome home, and got over the park wall at last by the help of the limbof a tree. We had been taking a bit of wedding-cake to FrankSomerville's old nurse, and Kitty told her I was her maiden aunt, andwe had such fun---her uncle's wife's sister, you know. '

'We sent a great piece of our wedding-cake to the Whites, ' put inValetta. 'Fergus and I took it on Saturday afternoon, but nobody wasat home but Mrs. White, and she is fatter than ever. '

'I say, Gill, which is the best formation, Vale Leston or Rowthorpe?'

'Oh, nobody is equal to Geraldine; but Kitty is a dear thing. '

'I didn't mean that stuff, but which had the best strata andspecimens ?'

'Geological, he means---not of society, ' interposed Aunt Jane. 

'Oh yes! Harry said he had gone geology mad, and I really did getyou a bit of something at Vale Leston, Fergus, that Mr. Harewood saidwas worth having. Was it an encrinite? I know it was a stone-lily. '

'An encrinite! Oh, scrumptious!'

Then ensued such an unpacking as only falls to the lot of home-comersfrom London, within the later precincts of Christmas, gifts ofmarvellous contrivance and novelty, as well as cheapness, for all andsundry, those reserved for others almost as charming to the beholdersas those which fell to their own lot. The box, divided intocompartments, transported Fergus as much as the encrinite; Valettahad a photograph-book, and, more diffidently, Gillian presented AuntAda with a graceful little statuette in Parian, and Aunt Jane withthe last novelty in baskets. There were appropriate keepsakes forthe maids, and likewise for Kalliope and Maura. Aunt Jane was gladto see that discretion had prevailed so as to confine these gifts tothe female part of the White family. There were other preciousarticles in reserve for the absent; and the display of Gillian's owngarments was not without interest, as she had been to her first ball, under the chaperonage of Lady Somerville, and Mrs. Grinstead had madeher white tarletan available by painting it and its ribbons withexquisite blue nemophilas, too lovely for anything so fleeting. 

Mrs. Grinstead and her maid had taken charge of the damsel's toiletteat Rowthorpe, had perhaps touched up her dresses, and had certainlytaught her how to put them on, and how to manage her hair, so thatthough it had not broken out into fringes or tousles, as if it weredesirable to imitate savages 'with foreheads marvellous low, ' theeffect was greatly improved. The young brown-skinned, dark-eyedface, and rather tall figure were the same, even the clothes the verysame chosen under her aunt Ada's superintendence, but there was anindescribable change, not so much that of fashion as of distinction, and something of the same inward growth might be gathered from herconversation. 

All the evening there was a delightful outpouring. Gillian had beenextremely happy, and considerably reconciled to her sisters'marriages; but she had been away from home and kin long enough tomake her feel her nearness to her aunts, and to appreciate thepleasure of describing her enjoyment without restraint, and of beingwith those whose personal family interests were her own, not onlysympathetic, like her dear Geraldine's. They were ready for anyamount of description, though, on the whole, Miss Mohun preferred tohear of the Vale Leston charities and church details, and MissAdeline of the Rowthorpe grandees and gaieties, after the childrenhad supped full of the diversions of their own kind at both places, and the deeply interesting political scraps and descriptions of greatmen had been given. 

It had been, said Aunt Jane, a bit of education. Gillian had indeedspent her life with thoughtful, cultivated, and superior people; butthe circumstances of her family had confined her to a schoolroom sortof existence ever since she had reached appreciative years, retarding, though not perhaps injuring, her development; nor didRockquay society afford much that was elevating, beyond the Bureau deCharite that Beechcroft Cottage had become. Details were so much inhand that breadth of principle might be obscured. 

At Vale Leston, however, there was a strong ecclesiasticalatmosphere; but while practical parish detail was thoroughly kept up, there was a wider outlook, and constant conversation and discussionamong superior men, such as the Harewood brothers, LancelotUnderwood, Mr. Grinstead, and Dr. May, on the great principles andissues of Church and State matters, religion, and morals, togetherwith matters of art, music, and literature, opening new vistas toher, and which she could afterwards go over with Mrs. Grinstead andEmily and Anna Vanderkist with enthusiasm and comprehension. It wassomething different from grumbling over the number of candles at St. Kenelm's, or the defective washing of the St. Andrew's surplices. 

At Rowthorpe she had seen and heard people with great historic names, champions in the actual battle. There had been a constant coming andgoing of guests during her three weeks' visit, political meetings, entertainments to high and low, the opening of a public institute inthe next town, the exhibition of tableaux in which she had animportant share, parties in the evenings, and her first ball. Thelength of her visit and her connection with the family had made hershare the part of hostess with Lady Constance and Lady KatharineSomerville, and she had been closely associated with their intimates, the daughters of these men of great names. Of course there had beenplenty of girlish chatter and merry trifling, perhaps some sharpsatirical criticism, and the revelations she had heard had been agood deal of the domestic comedy of political and aristocratic life;but throughout there had been a view of conscientious goodness, forthe young girls who gave a tone to the rest had been carefullybrought up, and were earnest and right-minded, acceptingrepresentation, gaiety, and hospitality as part of the duty of theirposition, often involving self-denial, though there was likewiseplenty of enjoyment. 

Such glimpses of life had taught Gillian more than she yet realised. As has been seen, the atmosphere of Vale Leston had deepened herspiritual life, and the sermons had touched her heart to the quick, and caused self-examination, which had revealed to her the secret ofher dissatisfaction with herself, and her perception was the clearerthrough her intercourse on entirely equal terms with persons of ahigh tone of refinement. 

The immediate fret of sense of supervision and opposition beingremoved, she had seen things more justly, and a distaste had grown onher for stolen expeditions to the office, and for the corrections ofher pupil's exercises. She recoiled from the idea that this was theconsequence either of having swell friends, or of getting out of herdepth in her instructions; but reluctance recurred, while advance inknowledge of the world made her aware that Alexis White, after hours, in his sister's office, might justly be regarded by her mother andaunts as an undesirable scholar for her, and that his sister'sremonstrances ought not to have been scouted. She had done the thingin her simplicity, but it was through her own wilful secretivenessthat her ignorance had not been guarded. 

Thus she had, as a matter of truth, conscience, and repentance, madethe confession which had been so kindly received as to warm her heartwith gratitude to her aunt, and she awoke the next morning to feelfreer, happier, and more at home than she had ever yet done atRockstone. 

When the morning letters were opened, they contained the startlingnews that Mysie might be expected that very evening, with Fly, thegoverness, and Lady Rotherwood, ---at least that was the order ofprecedence in which the party represented itself to the minds of theyoung Merrifields. Primrose had caught a fresh cold, and her uncleand aunt would not part with her till her mother's return, but theinfection was over with the other two, and sea air was recommended assoon as possible for Lady Phyllis; so, as the wing of the hotel, which was almost a mansion in itself, had been already engaged, thejourney was to be made at once, and the arrival would take place inthe afternoon. The tidings were most rapturously received; Valettajumped on and off all the chairs in the room unchidden, while Fergusshouted, 'Hurrah for Mysie and Fly!' and Gillian's heart felt free toleap. 

This made it a very busy day, since Lady Rotherwood had begged tohave some commissions executed for her beforehand, small inthemselves, but, with a scrupulously thorough person, occupying allthe time left from other needful engagements; so that there was nochance of the promised conversation with Kalliope, nor did Gilliantrouble herself much about it in her eagerness, and hardly heardFergus announce that Frank Stebbing had come home, and the old bosswas coming, 'bad luck to him. '

All the three young people were greatly disappointed that their auntswould not consent to their being on the platform nor in front of thehotel, nor even in what its mistress termed the reception-room, tomeet the travellers. 

'There was nothing Lady Rotherwood would dislike more than a rush ofyou all, ' said Aunt Adeline, and they had to submit, though Valettanearly cried when she was dragged in from demonstratively watching atthe gate in a Scotch mist. 

However, in about a quarter of an hour there was a ring at the door, and in another moment Mysie and Gillian were hugging one smother, Valetta hanging round Mysie's neck, Fergus pulling down her arm. Thefour creatures seemed all wreathed into one like fabulous snakes forsome seconds, and when they unfolded enough for Mysie to recollectand kiss her aunts, there certainly was a taller, better-equippedfigure, but just the same round, good-humoured countenance, and thefirst thing, beyond happy ejaculations, that she was heard in adutiful voice to say was, 'Miss Elbury brought me to the door. I maystay as long as my aunts like to have me this evening, if you will beso kind as to send some one to see me back. '

Great was the jubilation, and many the inquiries after Primrose, whohad once been nearly well, but had fallen back again, and Fly, who, Mysie said, was quite well and as comical as ever when she was well, but quickly tired. She had set out in high spirits, but had beendreadfully weary all the latter part of the journey, and was to go tobed at once. She still coughed, but Mysie was bent on disprovingNurse Halfpenny's assurance that the recovery would not be completetill May, nor was there any doubt of her own air of perfect health. 

It was an evening of felicitous chatter, of showing off Christmascards, of exchanging of news, of building of schemes, the mostprominent being that Valetta should be in the constant companionshipof Mysie and Fly until her own schoolroom should be re-established. This had been proposed by Lord Rotherwood, and was what the auntswould have found convenient; but apparently this had been settled byLord Rotherwood and the two little girls, but Lady Rotherwood had notsaid anything about it, and quoth Mysie, 'Somehow things don't happentill Lady Rotherwood settles them, and then they always do. '

'And shall I like Miss Elbury?' asked Valetta. 

'Yes, if---if you take pains, ' said Mysie; 'but you mustn't bother herwith questions in the middle of a lesson, or she tells you not tochatter. She likes to have them all kept for the end; and then, ifthey aren't foolish, she will take lots of trouble. '

'Oh, I hate that!' said Valetta. 'I shouldn't remember them, and Ilike to have done with it. Then she is not like Miss Vincent?'

'Oh no! She couldn't be dear Miss Vincent; but, indeed, she is verykind and nice. '

'How did you get on altogether, Mysie! Wasn't it horrid?' askedGillian. 

'I was afraid it was going to be horrid, ' said Mysie. 'You see, itwasn't like going in holiday time as it was before. We had to bealmost always in the schoolroom; and there were lots of lessons---morefor me than Fly. '

'Just like a horrid old governess to slake her thirst on you, ' put inFergus; and though his aunts shook their heads at him, they did notcorrect him. 

'And one had to sit bolt upright all the time, and never twist one'sankles, ' continued Mysie; 'and not speak except French and German---good, mind! It wouldn't do to say, "La jambe du table est sur monexercise?"'

'Oh, oh! No wonder Fly got ill!'

'Fly didn't mind one bit. French and German come as naturally to heras the days of the week, and they really begin to come to me in themorning now when I see Miss Elbury. '

'But have you to go on all day?' asked Valetta disconsolately. 

'Oh no! Not after one o'clock. '

'And you didn't say that mamma thinks it only leads to slovenly badgrammar!' said Gillian. 

'That would have been impertinent, ' said Mysie; 'and no one wouldhave minded either. '

'Did you never play?'

'We might play after our walk---and after tea; but it had to be quietplay, not real good games, even before Fly was ill---at least we didhave some real games when Primrose came over, or when CousinRotherwood had us down in his study or in the hall; but Fly gottired, and knocked up very soon even then. Miss Elbury wanted usalways to play battledore and shuttlecock, or Les Graces, if wecouldn't go out. '

'Horrid woman!' said Valetta. 

'No, she isn't horrid, ' said Mysie stoutly; 'I only fancied her sowhen she used to say, "Vos coudes, mademoiselle, " or "Redresses-vous, " and when she would not let us whisper; but really and trulyshe was very, very kind, and I came to like her very much and see shewas not cross---only thought it right. '

'And redressez-vous has been useful, Mysie, ' said Aunt Ada; 'you areas much improved as Gillian. '

'I thought it would be dreadful, ' continued Mysie, 'when the grown-ups went out on a round of visits, and we had no drawing-room, and noCousin Rotherwood; but Cousin Florence came every day, and once shehad us to dinner, and that was nice; and once she took us toBeechcroft to see Primrose, and if it was not fine enough for Fly togo out, she came for me, and I went to her cottages with her. Oh, Idid like that! And when the whooping-cough came, you can't think howvery kind she was, and Miss Elbury too. They both seemed only tothink how to make me happy, though I didn't feel ill a bit, exceptwhen I whooped, but they seemed so sorry for me, and so pleased thatI didn't make more fuss. I couldn't, you know, when poor Fly was soill. And when she grew better, we were all so glad that somehow itmade us all like a sort of a kind of a home together, though it couldnot be that. '

Mysie's English had scarcely improved, whatever her French had done;but Gillian gathered that she had had far more grievances toovercome, and had met them in a very different spirit from herself. 

As to the schoolroom arrangements, which would have been soconvenient to the aunts, it was evident that the matter had not yetbeen decisively settled, though the children took it for granted. It was pretty to see how Mysie was almost devoured by Fergus andValetta, hanging on either side of her as she sat, and Gillian, asnear as they would allow, while the four tongues went on unceasingly. 

It was only horrid, Valetta said, that Mysie should sleep in adifferent house; but almost as much of her company was vouchsafed onthe ensuing day, Sunday, for Miss Elbury had relations at Rockquay, and was released for the entire day; and Fly was still so tired inthe morning that she was not allowed to get up early in the day. 

Her mother, however, came in to go to church with Adeline Mohun, andGillian, who had heard so much of the great Marchioness, wassurprised to see a small slight woman, not handsome, and worn-lookingabout the eyes. At the first glance, she was plainly dressed; butthe eye of a connoisseur like Aunt Ada could detect the exquisitenessof the material and the taste, and the slow soft tone of her voice;and every gesture and phrase showed that she had all her life been inthe habit of condescending---in fact, thought Gillian, revolving herrecent experience, though Lady Liddesdale and all her set are taller, finer-looking people, they are not one bit so grand---no, not that---but so unapproachable, as I am sure she is. She is gracious, whilethey are just good-natured!

Aunt Ada was evidently pleased with the graciousness, and highlydelighted to have to take this distinguished personage to church. Mysie was with her sisters, Valetta was extremely anxious to take herto the Sunday drawing-room class---whether for the sake of showing herto Mrs. Hablot, or Mrs. Hablot to her, did not appear. 

Gillian was glad to be asked to sit with Fly in the meantime. It wasa sufficient reason for not repairing to the garden, and she hopedthat Kalliope was unaware of her return, little knowing of thereplies by which Fergus repaid Alexis for his assistance in mineralhunting. She had no desire to transgress Miss Mohun's desire that nofurther intercourse should take place till she herself had spokenwith Kalliope. 

She found little Phyllis Devereux a great deal taller and thinnerthan the droll childish being who had been so amusing two yearsbefore at Silverfold, but eagerly throwing herself into her arms withthe same affectionate delight. All the table was spread with prettybooks and outlined illuminations waiting to be painted, and somereally beautiful illustrated Sunday books; but as Gillian touched thefirst, Fly cried out, 'Oh, don't! I am so tired of all those things!And this is such a stupid window. I thought at least I should seethe people going to church, and this looks at nothing but the old seaand a tiresome garden. '

'That is thought a special advantage, ' said Gillian, smiling. 

'Then I wish some one had it who liked it!'

'You would not be so near us. '

'No, and that is nice, and very nice for Mysie. How are all the dearbeasts at Silverfold---Begum, and all?'

'I am afraid I do not know more about them than Mysie does. AuntJane heard this morning that she must go down there to-morrow to meetthe health-man and see what he says; but she won't take any of usbecause of the diphtheria and the scarlet fever being about. '

'Oh dear, how horrid those catching things are! I've not seenIvinghoe all this winter! Ah! but they are good sometimes! If ithad not been for the measles, I should never have had that mostdelicious time at Silverfold, nor known Mysie. Now, please tell meall about where you have been, and what you have been doing. '

Fly knew some of the younger party that Gillian had met at Rowthorpe;but she was more interested in the revels at Vale Leston, andrequired a precise description of the theatricals, or still better, of the rehearsals. Never was there a more appreciative audience, ofhow it all began from Kit Harewood, the young sailor, having senthome a lion's skin from Africa, which had already served for tableauxof Androcles and of Una---how the boy element had insisted on fun, andthe child element on fairies, and how Mrs. William Harewood hadsuggested Midsummer Night's Dream as the only combination of thethree essentials, lion, fun, and fairy, and pronounced that educationhad progressed far enough for the representation to be 'understandedof the people, ' at least by the 6th and 7th standards. On the whole, however, comprehension seemed to have been bounded by intenseadmiration of the little girl fairies, whom the old women appeared tohave taken for angels, for one had declared that to hear little MissCherry and Miss Katie singing their hymns like the angels they was, was just like Heaven. She must have had an odd notion of 'Spottedsnakes with double tongues. ' Moreover, effect was added to the saidhymns by Uncle Lance behind the scenes. 

Then there was the account of how it had been at first intended thatOberon should be represented by little Sir Adrian, with his Bexleycousin, Pearl Underwood, for his Titania; but though she was fairyenough for anything, he turned out so stolid, and uttered 'Well metby moonlight, proud Titania, ' the only lines he ever learnt, exactlylike a lesson, besides crying whenever asked to study his part, thatthe attempt had to be given up, and the fairy sovereigns had to be oflarge size, Mr. Grinstead pronouncing that probably this was intendedby Shakespeare, as Titania was a name of Diana, and he combinedGrecian nymphs with English fairies. So Gerald Underwood had tocombine the part of Peter Quince (including Thisbe) with that ofOberon, and the queen was offered to Gillian. 

'But I had learnt Hermia, ' she said, 'and I saw it was politeness, soI wouldn't, and Anna Vanderkist is ever so much prettier, besidesbeing used to acting with Gerald. She did look perfectly lovely, asleep on the moss in the scene Mrs. Grinstead painted and devisedfor her! There was---'

'Oh! not only the prettiness, I don't care for that. One gets enoughof the artistic, but the fun---the dear fun. '

'There was fun enough, I am sure, ' said Gillian. 'Puck was Felix---Pearl's brother, you know---eleven years old, so clever, and an awfulimp---and he was Moon besides; but the worst of it was that his dog---it was a funny rough terrier at the Vicarage---was so furious at thelion, when Adrian was roaring under the skin, that nobody could hear, and Adrian got frightened, as well he might, and crept out from underit, screaming, and there fell the lion, collapsing flat in the middleof the place. Even Theseus---Major Harewood, you know, who had triedto be as grave as a judge, and so polite to the actors---could notstand that interpolation, as he called it, of "the man in the moon---not to say the dog, " came down too soon---Why, Fly---'

For Fly was in such a paroxysm of laughter as to end in a violent fitof coughing, and to bring Lady Rotherwood in, vexed and anxious. 

'Oh, mother! it was only---it was only the lion's skin---' and off wentFly, laughing and coughing again. 

'I was telling her about the acting or Midsummer Night's Dream atVale Leston, ' explained Gillian. 

'I should not have thought that a suitable subject for the day, ' saidthe Marchioness gravely, and Fly's endeavour to say it was her faultfor asking about it was silenced by choking; and Gillian foundherself courteously dismissed in polite disgrace, and, as she felt, not entirely without justice. 

It was a great disappointment that Aunt Jane did not think it well totake any of the young people to their home with her. As she said, she did not believe that they would catch anything; but it was betterto be on the safe side, and she fully expected that they would spendmost of the day with Mysie and Fly. 

'I wish I could go and talk to Kalliope, my dear, ' she said toGillian; 'but I am afraid it must wait another day. '

'Oh, never mind, ' said Gillian, as they bade each other good-night attheir doors; 'they don't know that I am come home, so they will notexpect me. '

CHAPTER XIII. ST. VALENTINE'S DAY

Miss Mohun came back in the dark after a long day, for once in herlife quite jaded, and explaining that the health-officer and thelandlord had been by no means agreed, and that nothing could be donetill Sir Jasper came home and decided whether to retain the house ornot. 

All that she was clear about, and which she had telegraphed to Aden, was, that there must be no going back to Silverfold for the present, and she was prepared to begin lodging-hunting as soon as she receivedan answer. 

'And how have you got on?' she asked, thinking all looked ratherblank. 

'We haven't been to see Fly, ' broke out Valetta, 'though she went outon the beach, and Mysie must not stay out after dark, for fear sheshould cough. '

'Mysie says they are afraid of excitement, ' said Gillian gloomily. 

'Then you have seen nothing of the others?'

'Yes, I have seen Victoria, said Aunt Adeline, with a meaning smile. 

Miss Mohun went up to take off her things, and Gillian followed her, shutting the door with ominous carefulness, and colouring all over. 

'Aunt Jane, I ought to tell you. A dreadful thing has happened!'

'Indeed, my dear! What?'

'I have had a valentine. '

'Oh!' repressing a certain inclination to laugh at the bathos fromthe look of horror and shame in the girl's eyes. 

'It is from that miserable Alexis! Oh, I know I brought it onmyself, and I have been so wretched and so ashamed all day. '

'Was it so very shocking! Let me see---'

'Oh! I sent it back at once by the post, in an envelope, saying, "Sent by mistake. "'

'But what was it like? Surely it was not one of the common shopthings?'

'Oh no; there was rather a pretty outline of a nymph or muse, orsomething of that sort, at the top---drawn, I mean---and verses writtenbelow, something about my showing a lodestar of hope, but I barelyglanced at it. I hated it too much. '

'I am sorry you were in such a hurry, ' said Aunt Jane. 'No doubt itwas a shock; but I am afraid you have given more pain than it quitedeserved. '

'It was so impertinent!' cried Gillian, in astonished, shame-strickenindignation. 

'So it seems to you, ' said her aunt, 'and it was very bad taste; butyou should remember that this poor lad has grown up in a stratum ofsociety where he may have come to regard this as a suitableopportunity of evincing his gratitude, and perhaps it may be veryhard upon him to have this work of his treated as an insult. '

'But you would not have had me keep it and tolerate it?' exclaimedGillian. 

'I can hardly tell without having seen it; but you might have donethe thing more civilly, through his sister, or have let me give itback to him. However, it is too late now; I will make a point ofseeing Kalliope to-morrow, but in the meantime you really need not beso horribly disgusted and ashamed. '

'I thought he was quite a different sort!'

'Perhaps, after all, your thoughts were not wrong; and he onlyfancied, poor boy, that he had found a pretty way of thanking you. '

This did not greatly comfort Gillian, who might prefer feeling thatshe was insulted rather than that she had been cruelly unkind, andmight like to blame Alexis rather than herself. And, indeed, in anycase, she had sense enough to perceive that this very unacceptablecompliment was the consequence of her own act of independence of moreexperienced heads. 

The next person Miss Mohun met was Fergus, lugging upstairs, step bystep, a monstrous lump of stone, into which he required her to lookand behold a fascinating crevice full of glittering spar. 

'Where did you get that, Fergus?'

'Up off the cliff over the quarry. '

'Are you sure that you may have it?'

'Oh yes; White said I might. It's so jolly, auntie! Frank Stebbingis gone away to the other shop in the Apennines, where the old bosslives. What splendiferous specimens he must have the run of! OurStebbing says 'tis because Kally White makes eyes at him; but anyway, White has got to do his work while he's away, and go all therounds to see that things are right, so I go after him, and he letsme have just what I like---such jolly crystals. '

'I am sure I hope it is all right. '

'Oh yes, I always ask him, as you told me; but he is awfully slow andmopy and down in the mouth to-day. Stebbing says he is sweet uponGill; but I told him that couldn't be, White knew better. Ageneral's daughter, indeed! and Will remembers his father asergeant. '

'It is very foolish, Fergus. Say no more about it, for it is notnice talk about your sister. '

'I'll lick any one who does, ' said Fergus, bumping his stone upanother step. 

Poor Aunt Jane! There was more to fall on her as soon as the doorwas finally shut on the two rooms communicating with one another, which the sisters called their own. Mrs. Mount's manipulations ofMiss Adeline's rich brown hair were endured with some impatience, while Miss Mohun leant back in her chair in her shawl-patterneddressing-gown, watching, with a sort of curious wonder andforeboding, the restlessness that proved that something was in store, and meantime somewhat lazily brushing out her own thinner darkerlocks. 

'You are tired, Miss Jane, ' said the old servant, using the pet namein private moments. 'You had better let me do your hair. '

'No, thank you, Fanny; I have very nearly done, ' she said, markingthe signs of eagerness on her sister's part. 'Oh, by the bye, didthat hot bottle go down to Lilian Giles?'

'Yes, ma'am; Mrs. Giles came up for it. '

'Did she say whether Lily was well enough to see Miss Gillian?'

Mrs. Mount coughed a peculiar cough that her mistresses well knew tosignify that she could tell them something they would not like tohear, if they chose to ask her, and it was the younger who put thequestion---

'Fanny, did she say anything?'

'Well, Miss Ada, I told her she must be mistaken, but she stuck toit, though she said she never would have breathed a word if MissGillian had not come back again, but she thought you should know it. '

'Know what?' demanded Jane. 

'Well, Miss Jane, she should say 'tis the talk that Miss Gillian, when you have thought her reading to the poor girl, has been runningdown to the works---and 'tis only the ignorance of them that willtalk, but they say it is to meet a young man. She says, Mrs. Gilesdo, that she never would have noticed such talk, but that the younglady did always seem in a hurry, only just reading a chapter, andnever stopping to talk to poor Lily after it; and she has seen herherself going down towards the works, instead of towards home, ma'am. And she said she could not bear that reading to her girl should bemade a colour for such doings. '

'Certainly not, if it were as she supposes, ' said Miss Mohun, sittingvery upright, and beating her own head vigorously with a very pricklybrush; 'but you may tell her, Fanny, that I know all about it, andthat her friend is Miss White, who you remember spent an eveninghere. '

Fanny's good-humoured face cleared up. 'Yes, ma'am, I told her thatI was quite sure that Miss Gillian would not go for to do anythingwrong, and that it could be easy explained; but people has tongues, you see. '

'You were quite right to tell us, Fanny. Good-night. '

'People has tongues!' repeated Adeline, when that excellent personhad disappeared. 'Yes, indeed, they have. But, Jenny, do you reallymean to say that you know all about this?'

'Yes, I believe so. '

'Oh, I wish you had been at home to-day when Victoria came in. Itreally is a serious business. '

'Victoria! What has she to do with it? I should have thought herMarchioness-ship quite out of the region of gossip, though, for thatmatter, grandees like it quite as much as other people. '

'Don't, Jane, you know it does concern her through companionship forPhyllis, and she was very kind. '

'Oh yes, I can see her sailing in, magnificently kind from herelevation. But how in the world did she manage to pick up all thisin the time?' said poor Jane, tired and pestered into the sharpnessof her early youth. 

'Dear Jenny, I wish I had said nothing to-night. Do wait till youare rested. '

'I am not in the least tired, and if I were, do you think I couldsleep with this half told?'

'You said you knew. '

'Then it is only about Gillian being so silly as to go down to MissWhite's office at the works to look over the boy's Greek exercises. '

'You don't mean that you allowed it!'

'No, Gillian's impulsiveness, just like her mother's, began it, as alittle assertion of modern independence; but while she was away thatlittle step from brook to river brought her to the sense that she hadbeen a goose, and had used me rather unfairly, and so she came andconfessed it all to me on the way home from the station the firstmorning after her return. She says she had written it all to hermother from the first. '

'I wonder Lily did not telegraph to put a stop to it. '

'Do you suppose any mother, our poor old Lily especially, can marry acouple of daughters without being slightly frantic! Ten to one shenever realised that this precious pupil was bigger than Fergus. Butdo tell me what my Lady had heard, and how she heard it. '

'You remember that her governess, Miss Elbury, has connections in theplace. '

'"The most excellent creature in the world. " Oh yes, and she spentSunday with them. So that was the conductor. '

'I can hardly say that Miss Elbury was to be blamed, considering thatshe had heard the proposal about Valetta! It seems that that HighSchool class-mistress, Miss Mellon, who had the poor child under her, is her cousin. '

'Oh dear!'

'It is exactly what I was afraid of when we decided on keepingValetta at home. Miss Mellon told all the Caesar story in plainlythe worst light for poor Val, and naturally deduced from her removalthat she was the most to blame. '

'Whereas it was Miss Mellon herself! But nobody could expectVictoria to see that, and no doubt she is quite justified in notwishing for the child in her schoolroom! But, after all, Valetta isonly a child; it won't hurt her to have this natural recoil ofconsequences, and her mother will be at home in three weeks' time. It signifies much more about Gillian. Did I understand you that thegossip about her had reached those august ears?'

'Oh yes, Jane, and it is ever so much worse. That horrid Miss Mellonseems to have told Miss Elbury that Gillian has a passion for lowcompany, that she is always running after the Whites at the works, and has secret meetings with the young man in the garden on Sunday, while his sister carries on her underhand flirtation with anotheryouth, Frank Stebbing, I suppose. It really was too preposterous, and Victoria said she had no doubt from the first that there wasexaggeration, and had told Miss Elbury so; but still she thoughtGillian must have been to blame. She was very nice about it, andlistened to all my explanation most kindly, as to Gillian's interestin the Whites, and its having been only the sister that she met, butplainly she is not half convinced. I heard something about a letterbeing left for Gillian, and really, I don't know whether there maynot be more discoveries to come. I never felt before the force ofour dear father's saying, apropos of Rotherwood himself, that no oneknows what it is to lose a father except those who have the care ofhis children. '

'Whatever Gillian did was innocent and ladylike, and nothing to beashamed of, ' said Aunt Jane stoutly; 'of that I am sure. But Ishould like to be equally sure that she has not turned the head ofthat poor foolish young man, without in the least knowing what shewas about. You should have seen her state of mind at his sending hera valentine, which she returned to him, perfectly ferociously, atonce, and that was all the correspondence somebody seems to havesmelt out. '

'A valentine! Gillian must have behaved very ill to have broughtthat upon herself! Oh dear! I wish she had never come here; I wishLily could have stayed at home, instead of scattering her childrenabout the world. The Rotherwoods will never get over it. '

'That's the least part of the grievance, in my eyes, ' said hersister. 'It won't make a fraction of difference to the dear oldcousin Rotherwood; and as to my Lady, it is always a liking from theteeth outwards. '

'How can you say so! I am sure she has always been most cordial. '

'Most correct, if you please. Oh, did she say anything about Mysie?'

'She said nothing but good of Mysie; called her delightful, andperfectly good and trustworthy, said they could never have got sowell through Phyllis's illness without her, and that they only wishedto keep her altogether. '

'I dare say, to be humble companion to my little lady, out of the wayof her wicked sisters. '

'Jane!'

'My dear, I don't think I can stand any more defence of her just now!No, she is an admirable woman, I know. That's enough. I really mustgo to bed, and consider which is to be faced first, she or Kalliope. '

It was lucky that Miss Mohun could exist without much sleep, for shewas far too much worried for any length of slumber to visit her thatnight, though she was afoot as early as usual. She thought it bestto tell Gillian that Lady Rotherwood had heard some foolish reports, and that she was going to try to clear them up, and she extracted anexplicit account as to what the extent of her intercourse with theWhites had been, which was given willingly, Gillian being in a veryhumble frame, and convinced that she had acted foolishly. Itsurprised her likewise that Aunt Adeline, whom she had liked thebest, and thought the most good-natured, was so much more angry withher than Aunt Jane, who, as she felt, forgave her thoroughly, and wasonly anxious to help her out of the scrape she had made for herself. 

Miss Mohun thought her best time for seeing Kalliope would be in thedinner-hour, and started accordingly in the direction of the marbleworks. Not far from them she met that young person walking quicklywith one of her little brothers. 

'I was coming to see you, ' Miss Mohun said. 'I did not know that youwent home in the middle of the day. '

'My mother has been so unwell of late that I do not like to beentirely out of reach all day, ' returned Kalliope, who certainlylooked worn and sorrowful; 'so I manage to run home, though it is butfor a quarter of an hour. '

'I will not delay you, I will walk with you, ' and when Petros hadbeen dismissed, 'I am afraid my niece has not been quite the friendto you that she intended. '

'Oh, Miss Mohun, do you know all about it? It is such a relief! Ihave felt so guilty towards you, and yet I did not know what to do. '

'I have never thought that the concealment was your fault, ' saidJane. 

'I did think at first that you knew, ' said Kalliope, 'and when Ifound that was not the case, I suppose I should have insisted on yourbeing told; but I could not bear to seem ungrateful, and my brothertook such extreme delight in his lessons and Miss Merrifield'skindness, that---that I could not bear to do what might prevent them. And now, poor fellow, it shows how wrong it was, since he hasventured on that unfortunate act of presumption, which has sooffended her. Oh, Miss Mohun, he is quite broken-hearted. '

'I am afraid Gillian was very discourteous. I was out, or it shouldnot have been done so unkindly. Indeed, in the shock, Gillian didnot recollect that she might be giving pain. '

'Yes, yes! Poor Alexis! He has not had any opportunity ofunderstanding how different things are in your class of life, and hethought it would show his gratitude and---and---Oh, he is somiserable!' and she was forced to stop to wipe away her tears. 

'Poor fellow! But it was one of those young men's mistakes that aregot over and outgrown, so you need not grieve over it so much, mydear. My brother-in-law is on his way home, and I know he means tosee what can be done for Alexis, for your father's sake. '

'Oh, Miss Mohun, how good you are! I thought you could never forgiveus. And people do say such shocking things. '

'I know they do, and therefore I am going to ask you to tell meexactly what intercourse there has been with Gillian. '

Kalliope did so, and Miss Mohun was struck with the completeaccordance of the two accounts, and likewise by the total absence ofall attempt at self-justification on Miss White's part. If she hadin any way been weak, it had been against her will, and her positionhad been an exceedingly difficult one. She spoke in as guarded amanner as possible; but to such acute and experienced ears as thoseof her auditor, it was impossible not to perceive that, while Gillianhad been absolutely simple, and unconscious of all but a kind act ofpatronage, the youth's imagination had taken fire, and he had becomeher ardent worshipper; with calf-love, no doubt, but with a distant, humble adoration, which had, whether fortunately or unfortunately, for once found expression in the valentine so summarily rejected. The drawing and the composition had been the work of many days, andso much against his sister's protest that it had been sent withouther knowledge, after she had thought it given up. She had onlyextracted the confession through his uncontrollable despair, whichmade him almost unfit to attend to his increased work, perhaps by hissouthern nature exaggerated. 

'The stronger at first, the sooner over, ' thought Miss Mohun; but sheknew that consolation betraying her comprehension would not be safe. 

One further discovery she made, namely, that on Sunday, Alexis, foolish lad, had been so wildly impatient at their having had nonotice from Gillian since her return, that he had gone to the gardento explain, as he said, his sister's non-appearance there, since shewas detained by her mother's illness. It was the only time he hadever been there, and he had met no one; but Miss Mohun felt a sinkingof heart at the foreboding that the mauvaises langues would get holdof it. 

The only thing to be decided on was that there must be a suspensionof intercourse, at any rate, till Lady Merrifield's arrival; not inunkindness, but as best for all. And, indeed, Kalliope had no timeto spare from her mother, whose bloated appearance, poor woman, wasthe effect of long-standing disease. 

The daughter's heart was very full of her, and evidently it wouldhave been a comfort to discuss her condition with this kind friend;but no more delay was possible; and Miss Mohun had to speed home, ina quandary how much or how little about Alexis's hopeless passionshould be communicated to its object, and finally deciding thatGillian had better only be informed that he had been greatlymortified by the rude manner of rejection, but that the act itselfproved that she must abstain from all renewal of the intercourse tillher parents should return. 

But that was not all the worry of the day. Miss Mohun had still toconfront Lady Rotherwood, and, going as soon as the early dinner wasover, found the Marchioness resting after an inspection of houses inRockquay. She did not like hotels, she said, and she thought the topof the cliff too bleak for Phyllis, so that they must move nearer thesea if the place agreed with her at all, which was doubtful. MissMohun was pretty well convinced that the true objection was theneighbourhood of Beechcroft Cottage. She said she had come to givesome explanation of what had been said to her sister yesterday. 

'Oh, my dear Jane, Adeline told me all about it yesterday. I am verysorry for you to have had such a charge, but what could you expect ofgirls cast about as they have been, always with a marching regiment?'

'I do not think Mysie has given you any reason to think her illbrought up. '

'A little uncouth at first, but that was all. Oh, no! Mysie is adear little girl. I should be very glad to have her with Phyllisaltogether, and so would Rotherwood. But she was very young when SirJasper retired. '

'And Valetta was younger. Poor little girl! She was naughty, but Ido not think she understood the harm of what she was doing. '

Lady Rotherwood smiled. 

'Perhaps not; but she must have been deeply involved, since she wasthe one amongst all the guilty to be expelled. '

'Oh, Victoria! Was that what you heard?'

'Miss Elbury heard it from the governess she was under. Surely shewas the only one not permitted to go up for the examination andremoved. '

'True, but that was our doing---no decree of the High School. Her owngoverness is free now, and her mother on her way, and we thought shehad better not begin another term. Yes, Victoria, I quite see thatyou might doubt her fitness to be much with Phyllis. I am not askingfor that---I shall try to get her own governess to come at once; butfor the child's sake and her mother's I should like to get thiscleared up. May I see Miss Elbury?'

'Certainly; but I do not think you will find that she hasexaggerated, though of course her informant may have done so. 

Miss Elbury was of the older generation of governesses, motherly, kind, but rather prim and precise, the accomplished element beingsupplied with diplomaed foreigners, who, since Lady Phyllis's failurein health, had been dispensed with. She was a good and sensiblewoman, as Jane could see, in spite of the annoyance her report hadoccasioned, and it was impossible not to assent when she said she hadfelt obliged, under the circumstances, to mention to Lady Rotherwoodwhat her cousin had told her. 

'About both my nieces, ' said Jane. 'Yes, I quite understand. But, though of course the little one's affair is the least important, wehad better get to the bottom of that first, and I should like to tellyou what really happened. '

She told her story, and how Valetta had been tempted and then bulliedinto going beyond the first peeps, and finding she did not producethe impression she wished, she begged Miss Elbury to talk it overwith the head-mistress. It was all in the telling. Miss Elbury'syoung cousin, Miss Mellon, had been brought under rebuke, and intogreat danger of dismissal, through Valetta Merrifield's lapse; and itwas no wonder that she had warned her kinswoman against 'the horridlittle deceitful thing, ' who had done so much harm to the wholeclass. 'Miss Mohun was running about over the whole place, but notknowing what went on in her own house!' And as to Miss White, MissElbury mentioned at last, though with some reluctance, that it wasbelieved that she had been on the point of a private marriage, and ofgoing to Italy with young Stebbing, when her machinations weredetected, and he was forced to set off without her. 

With this in her mind, the governess could not be expected to acceptas satisfactory what was not entire confutation or contradiction, andMiss Mohun saw that, politely as she was listened to, it was all onlytreated as excuse; since there could be no denial of Gillian's folly, and it was only a question of degree. 

And, provoking as it was, the disappointment might work well forValetta. The allegations against Gillian were a far more seriousaffair, but much more of these could be absolutely disproved andcontradicted; in fact, all that Miss Mohun herself thought veryserious, i. E. The flirtation element, was shown to be absolutelyfalse, both as regarded Gillian and Kalliope; but it was quiteanother thing to convince people who knew none of the parties, whenthere was the residuum of truth undeniable, that there had beensecret meetings not only with the girl, but the youth. To acquitGillian of all but modern independence and imprudent philanthropy wasnot easy to any one who did not understand her character, and thoughLady Rotherwood said nothing more in the form of censure, it wasevident that she was unconvinced that Gillian was not a fast andflighty girl, and that she did not desire more contact than wasnecessary. 

No doubt she wished herself farther off! Lord Rotherwood, she said, was coming down in a day or two, when he could get away, and thenthey should decide whether to take a house or to go abroad, which, after all, might be the best thing for Phyllis. 

'He will make all the difference, ' said Miss Adeline, when theunsatisfactory conversation was reported to her. 

'I don't know! But even if he did, and I don't think he will, Iwon't have Valetta waiting for his decision and admitted onsufferance. '

'Shall you send her back to school?'

'No. Poor Miss Vincent is free, and quite ready to come here. Fergus shall go and sleep among his fossils in the lumber-room, and Iwill write to her at once. She will be much better here than waitingat Silverton, though the Hacketts are very kind to her. '

'Yes, it will be better to be independent. But all this is veryunfortunate. However, Victoria will see for herself what thechildren are. She has asked me to take a drive with her to-morrow ifit is not too cold. '

'Oh yes, she is not going to make an estrangement. You need not fearthat, Ada. She does not think it your fault. '

Aunt Jane pondered a little as to what to say to the two girls, andfinally resolved that Valetta had better be told that she was not todo lessons with Fly, as her behaviour had made Lady Rotherwood doubtwhether she was a good companion. Valetta stamped and cried, andsaid it was very hard and cross when she had been so sorry and everyone had forgiven her; but Gillian joined heartily with Aunt Jane intrying to make the child understand that consequences often come inspite of pardon and repentance. To Gillian herself, Aunt Jane saidas little as possible, not liking even to give the veriest hint ofthe foolish gossip, or of the extent of poor Alexis White'sadmiration; for it was enough for the girl to know that concealmenthad brought her under a cloud, and she was chiefly concerned as tohow her mother would look on it. She had something of Aunt Jane'simpatience of patronage, and perhaps thought it snobbish to seemconcerned at the great lady's displeasure. 

Mysie was free to run in and out to her sisters, but was still to doher lessons with Miss Elbury, and Fly took up more of her time thanthe sisters liked. Neither she nor Fly were formally told why theircastles vanished into empty air, but there certainly was a continualdisappointment and fret on both sides, which Fly could not bear aswell as when she was in high health, and poor Mysie's loving heartoften found it hard to decide between her urgent claims and those ofValetta!

But was not mamma coming? and papa? Would not all be well then?Yes, hearts might bound at the thought. But where was Gillian'sgreat thing?'

Miss Vincent's coming was really like a beginning of home, in spiteof her mourning and depressed look. It was a great consolation tothe lonely woman to find how all her pupils flew at her, withinfinite delight. She had taken pains to bring a report of all theanimals for Valetta, and she duly admired all Fergus's geologicalspecimens, and even undertook to print labels for them. 

Mysie would have liked to begin lessons again with her; but thiswould have been hard on Fly, and besides, her mother had committedher to the Rotherwoods, and it was better still to leave her withthem. 

The aunts were ready with any amount of kindness and sympathy for thegoverness's bereavement, and her presence was a considerable reliefin the various perplexities. 

Even Lady Rotherwood and Miss Elbury had been convinced, and by nomeans unwillingly, that Gillian had been less indiscreet than hadbeen their first impression; but she had been a young lady of theperiod in her independence, and was therefore to be dreaded. No moregarden trystes would have been possible under any circumstances, forthe house and garden were in full preparation for the master, who wasto meet Lord Rotherwood to consult about the proposed water-works andother designs for the benefit of the town where they were the chieflandowners. 

CHAPTER XIV. THE PARTNER

The expected telegram arrived two days later, requesting Miss Mohunto find a lodging at Rockstone sufficient to contain Sir Jasper andLady Merrifield, and a certain amount of sons and daughters, whilethey considered what was to be done about Silverfold. 

'So you and I will go out house-hunting, Gillian?' said Aunt Jane, when she had opened it, and the exclamations were over. 

'I am afraid there is no house large enough up here, ' said hersister. 

'No, it is an unlucky time, in the thick of the season. '

'Victoria said she had been looking at some houses in Bellevue. '

'I am afraid she will have raised the prices of them. '

'But, oh, Aunt Jane, we couldn't go to Bellevue Church!' criedGillian. 

'Your mother would like to be so near the daily services at theKennel, ' said Miss Mohun. 'Yes, we must begin with those houses. There's nothing up here but Sorrento, and I have heard enough of itsdeficiencies!'

At that moment in came a basket of game, grapes, and flowers, withLady Rotherwood's compliments. 

'Solid pudding, ' muttered Miss Mohun. 'In this case, I should almostprefer empty praise. Look here, Ada, what a hamper they must havehad from home! I think I shall, as I am going that way, take apheasant and some grapes to the poor Queen of the White Ants; Ibelieve she is really ill, and it will show that we do not want toneglect them. '

'Oh, thank you, Aunt Jane!' cried Gillian, the colour rising in herface, and she was the willing bearer of the basket as she walked downthe steps with her aunt, and along the esplanade, only pausing toreview the notices of palatial, rural, and desirable villas in thehouse-agent's window, and to consider in what proportion their claimsto perfection might be reduced. 

As they turned down Ivinghoe Terrace, and were approaching the rustygarden-gate, they overtook Mrs. Lee, the wife of the organist of St. Kenelm's, who lodged at Mrs. White's. In former times, before hermarriage, Mrs. Lee had been a Sunday-school teacher at St. Andrew's, and though party spirit considered her to have gone over to theenemy, there were old habits of friendly confidence between her andMiss Mohun, and there was an exchange of friendly greetings andinquiries. When she understood their errand she rejoiced in it, saying that poor Mrs. White was very poorly, and rather fractious, and that this supply would be most welcome both to her and herdaughter. 

'Ah, I am afraid that poor girl goes through a great deal!'

'Indeed she does, Miss Mohun; and a better girl never lived. Icannot think how she can bear up as she does; there she is at theoffice all day with her work, except when she runs home in the middleof the day---all that distance to dish up something her mother cantaste, for there's no dependence on the girl, nor on little Mauraneither. Then she is slaving early and late to keep the house inorder as well as she can, when her mother is fretting for herattention; and I believe she loses more than half her night's restover the old lady. How she bears up, I cannot guess; and never across word to her mother, who is such a trial, nor to the boys, butlooking after their clothes and their lessons, and keeping them asgood and nice as can be. I often say to my husband, I am sure it isa lesson to live in the house with her. '

'I am sure she is an excellent girl, ' said Miss Mohun. 'I wish wecould do anything to help her. '

'I know you are a real friend, Miss Mohun, and never was there anyyoung person who was in greater need of kindness; though it is noneof her fault. She can't help her face, poor dear; and she has nevergiven any occasion, I am sure, but has been as guarded and correct aspossible. '

'Oh, I was in hopes that annoyance was suspended at least for atime!'

'You are aware of it then, Miss Mohun? Yes, the young gentleman iscome back, not a bit daunted. Yesterday evening what does he do butdrive up in a cab with a great bouquet, and a basketful of grapes, and what not! Poor Kally, she ran in to me, and begged me as afavour to come downstairs with her, and I could do no less. And Iassure you, Miss Mohun, no queen could be more dignified, nor moremodest than she was in rejecting his gifts, and keeping him in check. Poor dear, when he was gone she burst out crying---a thing I neverknew of her before; not that she cared for him, but she felt it acruel wrong to her poor mother to send away the grapes she longedafter; and so she will feel these just a providence. '

'Then is Mrs. White confined to her room?'

'For more than a fortnight. For that matter the thing was easier, for she had encouraged the young man as far as in her lay, poorthing, though my husband and young Alexis both told her what theyknew of him, and that it would not be for Kally's happiness, letalone the offence to his father. '

'Then it really went as far as that?'

'Miss Mohun, I would be silent as the grave if I did not know thatthe old lady went talking here and there, never thinking of the harmshe was doing. She was so carried away by the idea of making a ladyof Kally. She says she was a beauty herself, though you would notthink it now, and she is perfectly puffed up about Kally. So sheactually lent an ear when the young man came persuading Kally to getmarried and go off to Italy with him, where he made sure he couldcome over Mr. White with her beauty and relationship and all---amongthe myrtle groves---that was his expression--where she would have anassociation worthy of her. I don't quite know how he meant it to bebrought about, but he is one who would stick at nothing, and ofcourse Kally would not hear of it, and answered him so as one wouldthink he would never have had the face to address her again, but poorMrs. White has done nothing but fret over it, and blame her daughterfor undutifulness, and missing the chance of making all theirfortunes---breaking her heart and her health, and I don't know whatbesides. She is half a foreigner, you see, and does not understand, and she is worse than no one to that poor girl. '

'And you say he is come back as bad as ever. '

'Or worse, you may say, Miss Mohun; absence seems only to have sethim the more upon her, and I am afraid that Mrs. White's talk, thoughit may not have been to many, has been enough to set it about theplace; and in cases like that, it is always the poor young woman asgets the blame---especially with the gentleman's own people. '

'I am afraid so. '

'And you see she is in a manner at his mercy, being son to one of theheads of the firm, and in a situation of authority. '

'What can she do all day at the office?'

'She keeps one or two of the other young ladies working with her, 'said Mrs. Lee; 'but if any change could be made, it would be veryhappy for her; though, after all, I do not see how she could leavethis place, the house being family property, and Mr. White theirrelation, besides that Mrs. White is in no state to move; but, on theother hand, Mr. And Mrs. Stebbing know their son is after her, andthe lady would not stick at believing or saying anything against her, though I will always bear witness, and so will Mr. Lee, that neverwas there a more good, right-minded young woman, or more prudent andguarded. '

'So would Mr. Flight and his mother, I have no doubt. '

'Mr. Flight would, Miss Mohun, but'---with an odd look---'I fancy mylady thinks poor Kally too handsome for it to be good for a youngclergyman to have much to say to her. They have not been so cordialto them of late, but that is partly owing to poor Mrs. White'sfoolish talk, and in part to young Alexis having been desultory andmopy of late---not taking the interest in his music he did. Mr. Leesays he is sure some young woman is at the bottom of it. '

Miss Mohun saw her niece's ears crimson under her hat, and was afraidMrs. Lee would likewise see them. They had reached the front of thehouse, and she made haste to take out a visiting-card and to beg Mrs. Lee kindly to give it with the basket, saying that she would not givetrouble by coming to the door. 

And then she turned back with Gillian, who was in a strange tumult ofshame and consternation, yet withal, feeling that first strangethrill of young womanhood at finding itself capable of stirringemotion, and too much overcome by these strange sensations---above allby the shock of shame---to be able to utter a word. 

I must make light of it, but not too light, thought Miss Mohun, andshe broke the ice by saying, 'Poor foolish boy----'

'Oh, Aunt Jane, what shall I do?'

'Let it alone, my dear. '

'But that I should have done so much harm and upset him so'---in avoice betraying a certain sense of being flattered. 'Can't I doanything to undo it?'

'Certainly not. To be perfectly quiet and do nothing is all you cando. My dear, boys and young men have such foolish fits---more in thatstation than in ours, because they have none of the public school andcollege life which keeps people out of it. You were the first ladythis poor fellow was brought into contact with, and---well, you wererather a goose, and he has been a greater one; but if he is letalone, he will recover and come to his senses. I could tell you ofmen who have had dozens of such fits. I am much more interestedabout his sister. What a noble girl she is!'

'Oh, isn't she, Aunt Jane. Quite a real heroine! And now mamma iscoming, she will know what to do for her!'

'I hope she will, but it is a most perplexing case altogether. '

'And that horrid young Stebbing is come back too. I am glad she hasthat nice Mrs. Lee to help her. '

'And to defend her, ' added Miss Mohun. 'Her testimony is worth agreat deal, and I am glad to know where to lay my hand upon it. Andhere is our first house, "Les Rochers. " For Madame de Sevigne'ssake, I hope it will do!'

But it didn't! Miss Mohun got no farther than the hall before shedetected a scent of gas; and they had to betake themselves to thenext vacant abode. The investigating nature had full scope in thevarious researches that she made into parlour, kitchen, and hall, desperately wearisome to Gillian, whose powers were limited toconsidering how the family could sit at ease in the downstairs rooms, how they could be stowed away in the bedrooms, and where there werethe prettiest views of the bay. Aunt Jane, becoming afraid thatwhile she was literally 'ferreting' in the offices Gillian might bemeditating on her conquest, picked up the first cheap book thatlooked innocently sensational, and left her to study it on varioussofas. And when daylight failed for inspections, Gillian still hadreason to rejoice in the pastime devised for her, since there was anendless discussion at the agent's, over the only two abodes thatcould be made available, as to prices, repairs, time, and terms. They did not get away till it was quite dark and the gas lighted, andMiss Mohun did not think the ascent of the steps desirable, so thatthey went round by the street. 

'I declare, ' exclaimed Miss Mohun, 'there's Mr. White's house lightedup. He must be come!'

'I wonder whether he will do anything for Kalliope, ' sighed Gillian. 

'Oh, Jenny, ' exclaimed Miss Adeline, as the two entered the drawing-room. 'You have had such a loss; Rotherwood has been here waiting tosee you for an hour, and such an agreeable man he brought with him!'

'Who could it have been?'

'I didn't catch his name---Rotherwood was mumbling in his quick way---indeed, I am not sure he did not think I knew him. A distinguished-looking man, like a picture, with a fine white beard, and he wasfresh from Italy; told me all about the Carnival and the curiousceremonies in the country villages. '

'From Italy? It can't have been Mr. White. '

'Mr. White! My dear Jane! this was a gentleman---quite a grand-looking man. He might have been an Italian nobleman, only he spokeEnglish too well for that, though I believe those diplomates canspeak all languages. However, you will see, for we are to go anddine with them at eight o'clock---you, and I, and Gillian. '

'You, Ada!'

'Oh! I have ordered the chair round; it won't hurt me with theglasses up. Gillian, my dear, you must put on the white dress thatMrs. Grinstead's maid did up for you---it is quite simple, and Ishould like you to look nice! Well---oh, how tired you both look!Ring for some fresh tea, Gillian. Have you found a house?'

So excited and occupied was Adeline that the house-hunting seemed tohave assumed quite a subordinate place in her mind. It really was anextraordinary thing for her to dine out, though this was only afamily party next door; and she soon sailed away to hold counsel withMrs. Mount on dresses and wraps, and to get her very beautiful hairdressed. She made by far the most imposing appearance of the threewhen they shook themselves out in the ante-room at the hotel, in hersoftly-tinted sheeny pale-gray dress, with pearls in her hair, andtwo beautiful blush roses in her bosom; while her sister, in blacksatin and coral, somehow seemed smaller than ever, probably frombeing tired, and from the same cause Gillian had dark marks under herbrown eyes, and a much more limp and languid look than was her wont. 

Fly was seated on her father's knee, looking many degrees better andbrighter, as if his presence were an elixir of life, and when he puther down to greet the arrivals, both she and Mysie sprang to Gillianto ask the result of the quest of houses. The distinguished friendwas there, and was talking to Lady Rotherwood about Italian progress, and there was only time for an inquiry and reply as to the success ofthe search for a house before dinner was announced---the little girlsdisappeared, and the Marquess gave his arm to his eldest cousin. 

'Grand specimen of marble, isn't he!' he muttered. 

'Ada hasn't the least idea who he is. She thinks him a greatdiplomate, ' communicated Jane in return, and her arm received anecstatic squeeze. 

It was amusing to Jane Mohun to see how much like a dinner atRotherwood this contrived to be, with my lady's own footman, and mylord's valet waiting in state. She agreed mentally with her sisterthat the other guest was a very fine-looking man, with a picturesquehead, and he did not seem at all out of place or ill-at-ease in thecompany in which he found himself. Lord Rotherwood, with a view, perhaps, to prolonging Adeline's mystification, turned theconversation to Italian politics, and the present condition and theindustries of the people, on all of which subjects much readyinformation was given in fluent, good English, with perhaps ratherunnecessarily fine words. It was only towards the end of the dinnerthat a personal experience was mentioned about the impossibility ofgetting work done on great feast days, or of knowing which were thegreater---and the great dislike of the peasant mind to new methods. 

When it came to 'At first, I had to superintend every blasting withgelatine, ' the initiated were amused at the expression of Adeline'scountenance, and the suppressed start of frightful conviction thatquivered on her eyelids and the corners of her mouth, though kept incheck by good breeding, and then smoothed out into a resolutecomplacency, which convinced her sister that having inadvertentlyexalted the individual into the category of the distinguished, shemeant to abide staunchly by her first impression. 

Lady Rotherwood, like most great ladies in public life, was perfectlywell accustomed to have all sorts of people brought home to dinner, and would have been far less astonished than her cousins at sittingdown with her grocer; but she gave the signal rather early, and onreaching the sitting-room, where Miss Elworthy was awaiting them, said---

'We will leave them to discuss their water-works at their ease. Certainly residence abroad is an excellent education. '

'A very superior man, ' said Adeline. 

'Those self-made men always are. '

'In the nature of things, added Miss Mohun, 'or they would not havemounted. '

'It is the appendages that are distressing, ' said Lady Rotherwood, 'and they seldom come in one's way. Has this man left any in Italy?'

'Oh no, none alive. He took his wife there for her health, and thatwas the way he came to set up his Italian quarries; but she and hischild both died there long ago, and he has never come back to thisplace since, ' explained Ada. 

'But he has relations here, ' said Jane. 'His cousin was an officerin Jasper Merrifield's regiment. '

She hoped to have been saying a word in the cause of the youngpeople, but she regretted her attempt, for Lady Rotherwood replied---

'I have heard of them. A very undeserving family, are they not?'

Gillian, whom Miss Elworthy was trying to entertain, heard, and couldnot help colouring all over, face, neck, and ears, all the more forso much hating the flush and feeling it observed. 

Miss Mohun's was a very decided, 'I should have said quite thereverse. '

'Indeed! Well, I heard the connection lamented, for his sake, by---what was her name? Mrs. Stirling---or---'

'Mrs. Stebbing, ' said Adeline. 'You don't mean that she has actuallycalled on you?'

'Is there any objection to her?' asked Lady Rotherwood, with a glanceto see whether the girl was listening. 

'Oh no, no! only he is a mere mason---or quarryman, who has grownrich, ' said Adeline. 

The hostess gave a little dry laugh. 

'Is that all? I thought you had some reason for disapproving of her. I thought her rather sensible and pleasing'

Cringing and flattering, thought Jane; and that is just what thesemagnificent ladies like in the wide field of inferiors. But aloudshe could not help saying, 'My principal objection to Mrs. Stebbingis that I have always thought her rather a gossip---on the scandalousside. ' Then, bethinking herself that it would not be well to pursuethe subject in Gillian's presence, she explained where the Stebbingslived, and asked how long Lord Rotherwood could stay. 

'Only over Sunday. He is going to look over the place to-morrow, andnext day there is to be a public meeting about it. I am not surethat we shall not go with him. I do not think the place agrees withPhyllis. '

The last words were spoken just as the two gentlemen had come in fromthe dining-room, rather sooner than was expected, and they were takenup. 

'Agrees with Phyllis! She looks pounds---nay, hundred-weights betterthan when we left home. I mean to have her down to-morrow on thebeach for a lark---castle-building, paddling---with Mysie and Val, andFergus and all. That's what would set her up best, wouldn't it, Jane?'

Jane gave a laughing assent, wondering how much of this would indeedprove castle-building, though adding that Fergus was at school, andthat it was not exactly the time of year for paddling. 

'Oh, ah, eh! Well, perhaps not---forestalling sweet St. Valentine---stepping into their nests they paddled. Though St. Valentine ispast, and I thought our fortunes had been made, Mr. White, by callingthis the English Naples, and what not. '

'Those are the puffs, my lord. There is a good deal of differenceeven between this and Rocca Marina, which is some way up themountain. '

'It must be very beautiful, ' said Miss Ada. 

'Well, Miss Mohun, people do say it is striking. ' And he was drawninto describing the old Italian mansion, purchased on the extinctionof an ancient family of nobles, perched up on the side of a mountain, whose feet the sea laved, with a terrace whence there was a splendidview of the Gulf of Genoa, and fine slopes above and below ofchestnut-trees and vineyards; and therewith he gave a heartyinvitation to the company present to visit him there if ever theywent to Italy, when he would have great pleasure in showing them manybits of scenery, and curious remains that did not fall in the way ofordinary tourists. 

Lady Rotherwood gratefully said she should remember the invitation ifthey went to the south, as perhaps they should do that very spring. 

'And, ' said Ada, 'you are not to be expected to remain long in thisclimate when you have a home like that awaiting you. '

'Don't call it home, Miss Mohun, ' he said. 'I have not had thatthese many years; but I declare, the first sound of our countydialect, when I got out at the station, made my heart leap into mymouth. I could have shaken hands with the fellow. '

'Then I hope you will remain here for some time. There is muchwanting to be set going, ' said Jane. 

'So I thought of doing, and I had out a young fellow, who I thoughtmight take my place---my partner's son, young Stebbing. They wrotethat he had been learning Italian, with a view to being useful to me, and so on; but when he came out, what was he but a fine gentleman---never had put his hand to a pick, nor a blasting-iron; and as to hisItalian, he told me it was the Italian of Alfieri and Leopardi. Leopardi's Italian it might be, for it was a very mottled or motleytongue, but he might as well have talked English or Double-Dutch toour hands, or better, for they had picked up the meaning of someorders from me before I got used to their lingo. And then he says'tis office work and superintendence he understands. How can yousuperintend, I told him, what you don't know yourself? No, no; gohome and bring a pair of hands fit for a quarryman, before I make youoverlooker. '

This was rather delightful, and it further appeared that he couldanswer all Jane's inquiries after her beloved promising lads whom hehad deported to the Rocca Marina quarries. 

They were evidently kindly looked after, and she began to perceivethat it was not such a bad place after all for them, more especiallyas he was in the act of building them a chapel, and one of hisobjects in coming to England was to find a chaplain; and as LordRotherwood said, he had come to the right shop, since Rockquay in thespring was likely to afford a choice of clergy with weak chests, orbetter still, with weak-chested wives, to whom light work in a genialclimate would be the greatest possible boon. 

Altogether the evening was very pleasant, only too short. It was acurious study for Jane Mohun how far Lady Rotherwood would give wayto her husband. She always seemed to give way, but generallyaccomplished her own will in the end, and it was little likely thatshe would allow the establishment to await the influx of Merrifields, though certainly Gillian had done nothing displeasing all thatevening except that terrible blushing, for which piece ofingenuousness her aunt loved her all the better. 

At half-past ten next morning, however, Lord Rotherwood burst in toborrow Valetta for a donkey-ride, for which his lady had compoundedinstead of the paddling and castle-building, and certainly poor Valcould not do much to corrupt Fly on donkey back, and in his presence. He further routed out Gillian, nothing loth, from her algebra, bidding her put on her seven-leagued boots, and not get bent double---and he would fain have seized on his cousin Jane, but she was alreadygone off for an interview with the landlord of the most eligible ofthe two houses. 

Gillian and Valetta came back very rosy, and in fits of merriment. Lord Rotherwood had paid the donkey-boys to stay at home, and let himand Gillian take their place. They had gone out on the common abovethe town, with most amusing rivalries as to which drove the beastworst, making Mysie umpire. Then having attained a delightfullylonely place, Fly had begged for a race with Valetta, which failed, partly because Val's donkey would not stir, and partly because Flycould not bear the shaking; and then Lord Rotherwood himself insistedon riding the donkey that wouldn't go, and racing Gillian on thedonkey that would---and he made his go so effectually that it ran awaywith him, and he pulled it up at last only just in time to savehimself from being ignominiously stopped by an old fishwoman!

He had, as Aunt Jane said, regularly dipped Gill back into childhood, and she looked, spoke, and moved all the better for it. 

CHAPTER XV. THE ROCKS OF ROCKSTONE

Lord Rotherwood came in to try to wile his cousin to share in thesurvey of the country; but she declared it to be impossible, as allher avocations had fallen into arrear, and she had to find a coupleof servants as well as a house for the Merrifields. This took her inthe direction of the works, and Gillian proposed to go with her asfar as the Giles's, there to sit a little while with Lilian, for whomshe had a new book. 

'My dear, surely you must be tired out!' exclaimed the stay-at-homeaunt. 

'Oh no, Aunt Ada! Quite freshened by that blow on the common. '

And Miss Mohun was not sorry, thinking that to leave Gillian free tocome home by herself would be the best refutation of Mrs. Mount'sdoubts of her. 

They had not, however, gone far on their way---on the walk ratherunfrequented at this time of day---before Gillian exclaimed, 'Is thatKally? Oh! and who is that with her?' For there certainly was afigure in somewhat close proximity, the ulster and pork-pie hat beingsuch as to make the gender doubtful. 

'How late she is! I am afraid her mother is worse, ' said Miss Mohun, quickening her steps a little, and, at the angle of the road, thepair in front perceived them. Kalliope turned towards them; thecompanion---about whom there was no doubt by that time---gave apetulant motion and hastened out of sight. 

In another moment they were beside Kalliope, who looked shaken andtrembling, with tears in her eyes, which sprang forth at the warmpressure of her hand. 

'I am afraid Mrs. White is not so well, ' said Miss Mohun kindly. 

'She is no worse, I think, thank you, but I was delayed. Are yougoing this way? May I walk with you?'

'I will come with you to the office, ' said Miss Mohun, perceivingthat she was in great need of an escort and protector. 

'Oh, thank you, thank you, if it is not too much out of your way. '

A few more words passed about Mrs. White's illness and what adviceshe was having. Miss Mohun could not help thinking that the daughterdid not quite realise the extent of the illness, for she added---

'It was a good deal on the nerves and mind. She was so anxious aboutMr. James White's arrival. '

'Have you not seen him?'

'Oh no! Not yet. '

'I think you will be agreeably surprised, ' said Gillian. And herethey left her at Mrs. Giles's door. 

'Yes, ' added Miss Mohun, 'he gave me the idea of a kind, just man. '

'Miss Mohun, ' said the poor girl, as soon as they were tete-a-tete, 'I know you are very good. Will you tell me what I ought to do? Yousaw just now---'

'I did; and I have heard. '

Her face was all in a flame and her voice choked. 'He says---Mr. Frank does---that his mother has found out, and that she will tell herown story to Mr. White; and---and we shall all get the sack, as hecalls it; and it will be utter misery, and he will not stir a fingerto vindicate me; but if I will listen to him, he will speak to Mr. White, and bear me through; but I can't---I can't. I know he is a badman; I know how he treated poor Edith Vane. I never can; and howshall I keep out of his way?'

'My poor child, ' said Miss Mohun, 'it is a terrible position for you;but you are doing quite right. I do not believe Mr. White would gomuch by what that young man says, for I know he does not think highlyof him. '

'But he does go altogether by Mr. Stebbing---altogether, and I knowhe---Mr. Stebbing, I mean---can't bear us, and would not keep us on ifhe could help it. He has been writing for another designer---anartist---instead of me. '

'Still, you would be glad to have the connection severed?'

'Oh yes, I should be glad enough to be away; but what would become ofmy mother and the children?'

'Remember your oldest friends are on their way home; and I will tryto speak to Mr. White myself. '

They had reached the little door of Kalliope's office, which shecould open with a latch-key, and Miss Mohun was just about to saysome parting words, when there was a sudden frightful rumbling sound, something between a clap of thunder and the carting of stones, andthe ground shook under their feet, while a cry went up---loud, horror-struck men and women's voices raised in dismay. 

Jane had heard that sound once before. It was the fall of part ofthe precipitous cliff, much of which had been quarried away. But inspite of all precautions, frost and rain were in danger of looseningthe remainder, and wire fences were continually needing to be placedto prevent the walking above on edges that might be perilous. 

Where was it? What had it done? was the instant thought. Kalliopeturned as pale as death; the girls came screaming and thronging outof their workshop, the men from their sheds, the women from thecottages, as all thronged to the more open space beyond the buildingswhere they could see, while Miss Mohun found herself clasped by hertrembling niece. 

Others were rushing up from the wharf. One moment's glance showedall familiar with the place that a projecting point, forming a sortof cusp in the curve of the bay, had gone, and it lay, a greatshattered mass, fragments spreading far and wide, having crashedthrough the roof of a stable that stood below. 

There was a general crowding forward to the spot, and crying andexclamation, and a shouting of 'All right' from above and below. Hadany one come down with it? A double horror seized Miss Mohun as sheremembered that her cousin was to inspect those parts that veryafternoon. 

She caught at the arm of a man and demanded, 'Was any one up there?'

'Master's there, and some gentlemen; but they hain't brought downwith it, ' said the man. 'Don't be afraid, miss. Thank the Lord, noone was under the rock---horses even out at work. '

'Thank God, indeed!' exclaimed Miss Mohun, daring now to look up, andseeing, not very distinctly, some figures of men, who, however, weretoo high up and keeping too far from the dangerous broken edge forrecognition. 

Room was made for the two ladies, by the men who knew Miss Mohun, topush forward, so as to have a clearer view of the broken wall androof of the stable, and the great ruddy blue and white veined mass oflimestone rock, turf, and bush adhering to what had been the top. 

There was a moment's silence through the crowd, a kind of awe at thespectacle and the possibilities that had been mercifully averted. 

Then one of the men said---

'That was how it was. I saw one of them above---not Stebbing---No---coming out to the brow; and after this last frost, not a doubt butthat must have been enough to bring it down. '

'Not railed off, eh?' said the voice of young Stebbing from among thecrowd. 

'Well, it were marked with big stones where the rail should go, ' saidanother. 'I know, for I laid 'em myself; but there weren't no ordersgiven. '

'There weren't no stones either. Some one been and took 'em away, 'added the first speaker. 

'I see how it is, ' Frank Stebbing's metallic voice could plainly beheard, flavoured with an oath. 'This is your neglect, White, droning, stuck-up sneak as you always were and will be! I shallreport this. Damage to property, and maybe life, all along of yourconfounded idleness. '

And there were worse imprecations, which made Miss Mohun break out ina tone of shocked reproof---

'Mr. Stebbing!'

'I beg your pardon, Miss Mohun; I was not aware of your presence---'

'Nor of a Higher One, ' she could not help interposing, while he wenton justifying himself. 

'It is the only way to speak to these fellows; and it is enough todrive one mad to see what comes of the neglect of a conceited youngass above his business. Life and property---'

'But life is safe, is it not?' she interrupted with a shudder. 

'Ay, ay, ma'am, ' said the voice of the workman, 'or we should know itby this time. '

But at that moment a faint, gasping cry caught Jane's ear. 

Others heard it too. It was a child's voice, and grew stronger aftera moment. It came from the corner of the shed outside the stable. 

'Oh, oh!' cried the women, pressing forward, 'the poor littleFields!'

Then it was recollected that Mrs. Field---one of those impracticablewomen on whom the shafts of school officers were lost, and who wasalways wandering in the town---had been seen going out, leaving twosmall children playing about, the younger under the charge of theelder. The father was a carter, and had been sent on some errandwith the horses. 

This passed while anxious hands were struggling with stones andearth, foremost among them Alexis White. The utmost care was needfulto prevent the superincumbent weight from falling in and crushing thelife there certainly was beneath, happily not the rock from above, but some of the debris of the stable. Frank Stebbing and the foremanhad to drive back anxious crowds, and keep a clear space. 

Then came running, shrieking, pushing her way through the men, thepoor mother, who had to be forcibly withheld by Miss Mohun and one ofthe men from precipitating herself on the pile of rubbish where herchildren were buried, and so shaking it as to make their destructioncertain. 

Those were terrible moments; but when the mother's voice penetratedto the children, a voice answered---

'Mammy, mammy get us out, there's a stone on Tommy, '--at least so thepoor woman understood the lispings, almost stifled; and she shriekedagain, 'Mammy's coming, darlings!'

The time seemed endless, though it was probably only a few minutesbefore it was found that the children were against the angle of theshed, where the wall and a beam had protected the younger, a littlegirl of five, who seemed to be unhurt. But, alas! though the boy'slimbs were not crushed, a heavy stone had fallen on his temple. 

The poor woman would not believe that life was gone. She disregardedthe little one, who screamed for mammy and clutched her skirts, inspite of the attempts of the women to lift her up and comfort her;and gathering the poor lifeless boy in her arms, she alternatelyscreamed for the doctor and uttered coaxing, caressing calls to thechild. 

She neither heard nor heeded Miss Mohun, with whom, indeed, herrelations had not been agreeable; and as a young surgeon, sniffingthe accident from afar, had appeared on the scene, and had, at thefirst glance, made an all too significant gesture, Jane thought itsafe to leave the field to him and a kind, motherly, good neighbour, who promised her to send up to Beechcroft Cottage in case there wasanything to be done for the unhappy woman or the poor father. Mr. Hablot, who now found his way to the spot, promised to walk on andprepare him: he was gone with a marble cross to a churchyard somefive miles off. 

Gillian had not spoken a word all this time. She felt perfectlystunned and bewildered, as if it was a dream, and she could notunderstand it. Only for a moment did she see the bleeding face andprone limbs of the poor boy, and that sent a shuddering horror overher, so that she felt like fainting; but she had so much recollectionand self-consciousness, that horror of causing a sensation and givingtrouble sent the blood back to her heart, and she kept her feet byholding hard to her aunt's arm and presently Miss Mohun felt howtight and trembling was the grasp, and then saw how white she was. 

'My dear, we must get home directly, ' she said kindly. 'Lean on me---there. '

There was leisure now, as they turned away, for others to see theyoung lady's deadly paleness, and there were invitations to housesand offers of all succours at hand, but the dread of 'a fuss' furtherrevived Gillian, and all that was accepted was a seat for a fewmoments and a glass of water, which Aunt Jane needed almost as muchas she did. 

Though the girl's colour was coming back, and she said she could walkquite well, both had such aching knees and such shaken limbs thatthey were glad to hold by each other as they mounted the slopingroad, and half-way up Gillian came to a sudden stop. 

'Aunt Jane, ' she said, panting and turning pale again, 'you heardthat dreadful man. Oh! do you think it was true? Fergus's bit ofspar---Alexis not minding. Oh! then it is all our doing!'

'I can't tell. Don't you think about it now, ' said Aunt Jane, feeling as if the girl were going to swoon on the spot in the shock. 'Consequences are not in our hands. Whatever it came from, and verysad it was, there was great mercy, and we have only to thank God itwas no worse. '

When at last aunt and niece reached home, they had no sooner openedthe front door than Adeline came almost rushing out of the drawing-room. 

'Oh! my dearest Jane, ' she cried, clasping and kissing her sister, 'wasn't it dreadful? Where were you? Mr. White knows no one washurt below, but I could not be easy till you came in. '

'Mr. White!'

'Yes; Mr. White was so kind as to come and tell me---and aboutRotherwood. '

'What about Rotherwood?' exclaimed Miss Mohun, advancing into thedrawing-room, where Mr. White had risen from his seat. 

'Nothing to be alarmed about. Indeed, I assure you, hisextraordinary presence of mind and agility---'

'What was it?' as she and Gillian each sank into a chair, the onebreathless, the other with the faintness renewed by the fresh shock, but able to listen as Mr. White told first briefly, then with moredetail, how---as the surveying party proceeded along the path at thetop of the cliffs, he and Lord Rotherwood comparing recollections ofthe former outline, now much changed by quarrying---the Marquis hadstepped out to a slightly projecting point; Mr. Stebbing had uttereda note of warning, knowing how liable these promontories were tobreak away in the end of winter, and happily Lord Rotherwood hadturned and made a step or two back, when the rock began to give wayunder his feet, so that, being a slight and active man, a spring andbound forward had actually carried him safely to the firm ground, andthe others, who had started back in self-preservation, then inhorror, fully believing him borne down to destruction, saw him thenext instant lying on his face on the path before them. When on hisfeet, he had declared himself unhurt, and solely anxious as to whatthe fall of rock might have done beneath; but he was reassured bythose cries of 'All right' which were uttered before the poor littleFields were discovered; and then, when the party were going to maketheir way down to inspect the effects of the catastrophe, he hadfound that he had not escaped entirely unhurt. Of course he had beenforced to leap with utter want of heed, only as far and wide as hecould, and thus, though he had lighted on his feet, he had fallenagainst a stone, and pain and stiffness of shoulder made themselvesapparent; though he would accept no help in walking back to thehotel, and was only anxious not to frighten his wife and daughter, and desired Mr. White, who had volunteered to go, to tell the ladiesnext door that he was convinced it was nothing, or, if anything, onlya trifle of a collar-bone. Mr. White had, since the arrival of thesurgeon, made an expedition of inquiry, and heard this verdictconfirmed, with the further assurance that there was no cause foranxiety. The account of the damage and disaster below was new tohim, as his partner had declared the stables to be certain to beempty, and moreover in need of being rebuilt; and he departed to findMr. Stebbing and make inquiries. 

Miss Mohun, going to the hotel, saw the governess, and heard that allwas going on well, and that Lord Rotherwood insisted that nothing wasthe matter, and would not hear of going to bed, but was lying on thesofa in the sitting-room. Her ladyship presently came out, andconfirmed the account; but Jane agreed with her that, if possible, the knowledge of the poor child's death should be kept from him thatnight, lest the shock should make him feverish. However, in thatvery moment when she was off guard, the communication had been madeby his valet, only too proud to have something to tell, and with thepleasing addition that Miss Mohun had had a narrow escape. Whereuponensued an urgent message to Miss Mohun to come and tell him all aboutit. 

Wife and cousin exchanged glances of consternation, and perhaps eachknew she might be thankful that he did not come himself instead ofsending, and yet feared that the abstinence was a proof more ofincapacity than of submission. 

Lying there in a dressing-gown over a strapped shoulder, he showedhis agitation by being more than usually unable to finish a sentence. 

'Jenny, Jenny---you are---are you all safe? not frightened?'

'Oh no, no, I was a great way off; I only heard the noise, and I didnot know you were there. '

'Ah! there must be---something must be meant for me to do. Heavenmust mean---thank Him! But is it true---a poor child? Can't one everbe foolish without hurting more than one's self?'

Jane told him the truth calmly and quietly, explaining that thesurvivor was entirely unhurt, and the poor little victim could nothave suffered; adding with all her heart, 'The whole thing was fullof mercy, and I do not think you need blame yourself forheedlessness, for it was an accident that the place was not marked. '

'Shameful neglect' said Lady Rotherwood. 

'The partner---what's-his-name---Stebbing---said something about his sonbeing away. An untrustworthy substitute, wasn't there?' said LordRotherwood. 

'The son was the proficient in Leopardine Italian we heard of lastnight, ' said Jane. 'I don't know what he may be as an overlookerhere. He certainly fell furiously on the substitute, a poor cousinof Mr. White's own, but I am much afraid the origin of the mischiefwas nearer home---Master Fergus's geological researches. '

'Fergus! Why, he is a mite. '

'Yes, but Maurice encore. However, I must find out from him whetherthis is only a foreboding of my prophetic soul!'

'Curious cattle, ' observed Lord Rotherwood. 

'Well, ' put in his wife, 'I do not think Ivinghoe has ever given uscause for anxiety. '

'Exactly the reason that I am always expecting him to break out insome unexpected place! No, Victoria, ' he added, seeing that she didnot like this, 'I am quite ready to allow that we have a model son, and I only pity him for not having a model father. '

'Well, I am not going to stay and incite you to talk nonsense, ' saidJane, rising to depart; 'I will let you know my discoveries. '

She found Fergus watching for her at the gate, with the appeal, 'AuntJane, there's been a great downfall of cliff, and I want to see whatformations it has brought to light, but they won't let me through tolook at it, though I told them White always did. '

'I do not suppose that they will allow any one to meddle with it atpresent, ' said Aunt Jane; then, as Fergus made an impatientexclamation, she added, 'Do you know that a poor little boy waskilled, and Cousin Rotherwood a good deal hurt?'

'Yes, ' said Fergus, 'Big Blake said so. '

'And now, Fergus, I want to know where you took that large stone fromthat you showed me with the crack of spar. '

'With the micaceous crystals, ' corrected Fergus. 'It was off the topof that very cliff that fell down, so I am sure there must be more init; and some one else will get them if they won't let me go and seefor them. '

'And Alexis White gave you leave to take it?'

'Oh yes, I always ask him. '

'Were you at the place when you asked him, Fergus?'

'At the place on the cliff? No. For I couldn't find him for a longtime, and I carried it all the way down the steps. '

'And you did not tell him where it came from?'

'He didn't ask. Indeed, Aunt Jane, I always did show him what Itook, and he would have let me in now, only he was not at the office;and the man at the gate, Big Blake, was as savage as a bear, andslammed the door on me, and said they wouldn't have no idle boysloafing about there. And when I said I wasn't an idle boy but ascientific mineralogist, and that Mr. Alexis White always let me in, he laughed in my face, and said Mr. Alexis had better look out forhimself. I shall tell Stebbing how cheeky he was. '

'My dear Fergus, there was good reason for keeping you out. You didnot know it, nor Alexis; but those stones were put to show that thecliff was getting dangerous, and to mark where to put an iron fence;and it was the greatest of mercies that Rotherwood's life was saved. '

The boy looked a little sobered, but his aunt had rather that hisnext question had not been: 'Do you think they will let me go thereagain!'

However, she knew very well that conviction must slowly soak in, andthat nothing would be gained by frightening him, so that all she didthat night was to send a note by Mysie to her cousin, explaining herdiscovery; and she made up her mind to take Fergus to the inquest thenext day, since his evidence would exonerate Alexis from the mostculpable form of carelessness. 

Only, however, in the morning, when she had ascertained the hour ofthe inquest, did she write a note to Mrs. Edgar to explain Fergus'sabsence from school, or inform the boy of what she intended. On thewhole he was rather elated at being so important as to be able todefend Alexis White, and he was quite above believing that scientificresearch could be reckoned by any one as mischief. 

Just as Miss Mohun had gone up to get ready, Mysie ran in to say thatCousin Rotherwood would be at the door in a moment to take Fergusdown. 

'Lady Rotherwood can't bear his going, ' said Mysie, 'and Mr. Whiteand Mr. Stebbing say that he need not; but he is quite determined, though he has got his arm in a sling, for he says it was all hisfault for going where he ought not. And he won't have the carriage, for he says it would shake his bones ever so much more than Shank'smare. '

'Just like him, ' said Aunt Jane. 'Has Dr. Dagger given him leave?'

'Yes; he said it wouldn't hurt him; but Lady Rotherwood told MissElbury she was sure he persuaded him. '

Mysie's confused pronouns were cut short by Lord Rotherwood's ownappearance. 

'You need not go, Jane, ' he said. 'I can take care of this littlechap. They'll not chop off his head in the presence of one of theLegislature. '

'Nice care to begin by chaffing him out of his wits, ' she retorted. 'The question is, whether you ought to go. '

'Yes, Jenny, I must go. It can't damage me; and besides, to tell thetruth, it strikes me that things will go hard with that unlucky youngfellow if some one is not there to stand up for him and elicitFergus's evidence. '

'Alexis White!'

'White---ay, a cousin or something of the exemplary boss. He's beendining with his partners---the old White, I mean---and they've beencramming him---I imagine with a view to scapegoat treatment---jealousy, and all the rest of it. If there is not a dismissal, there's ahovering on the verge. '

'Exactly what I was afraid of, ' said Jane. 'Oh, Rotherwood, I couldtell you volumes. But may I not come down with you? Could not I dosomething?'

'Well, on the whole, you are better away, Jenny. Consider William'sfeelings. Womankind, even Brownies, are better out of it. Prejudiceagainst proteges, whether of petticoats or cassocks---begging yourpardon. I can fight battles better as an unsophisticated strangercoming down fresh, though I don't expect any one from the barony ofBeechcroft to believe it, and maybe the less I know of your volumesthe better till after---

'Oh, Rotherwood, as if I wasn't too thankful to have you to send forme!'

'There! I've kept the firm out there waiting an unconscionable time. They'll think you are poisoning my mind. Come along, you imp ofscience. Trust me, I'll not bully him, though it's highly temptingto make the chien chasser de race. '

'Oh, Aunt Jane, won't you go?' exclaimed Gillian in despair, as hercousin waved a farewell at the gate. 

'No, my dear; it is not for want of wishing, but he is quite right. He can do much better than I could. '

'But is he in earnest, aunt?'

'Oh yes, most entirely, and I quite see that he is right---indeed Ido, Gillian. People pretend to defer to a lady, but they reallydon't like her poking her nose in, and, after all, I could have noright to say anything. My only excuse for going was to take care ofFergus. '

A further token of Lord Rotherwood's earnestness in the cause was thearrival of his servant, who was to bring down the large stone whichMaster Merrifield had moved, and who conveyed it in a cab, being muchtoo grand to carry it through the streets. 

Gillian was very unhappy and restless, unable to settle to anything, and linking cause and effect together disconsolately in a mannerMysie, whom she admitted to her confidence, failed to understand. 

'It was a great pity Fergus did not show Alexis where the stone camefrom, but I don't see what your not giving him his lessons had to dowith it. Made him unhappy? Oh! Gilly dear, you don't mean any onewould be too unhappy to mind his business for such nonsense as that!I am sure none of us would be so stupid if Mr. Pollock forgot ourGreek lessons. '

'Certainly not, ' said Gillian, almost laughing; 'but you don'tunderstand, Mysie. It was the taking him up and letting him down, and I could not explain it, and it looked so nasty and capricious. '

'Well, I suppose you ought to have asked Aunt Jane's leave; but I dothink he must be a ridiculous young man if he could not attend to hisproper work because you did not go after him when you were only justcome home. '

'Ah, Mysie, you don't understand!'

Mysie opened a round pair of brown eyes, and said, 'Oh! I did thinkpeople were never so silly out of poetry. There was Wilfrid inHokeby, to be sure. He was stupid enough about Matilda; but do youmean that he is like that!'

'Don't, don't, you dreadful child; I wish I had never spoken to you, 'cried Gillian, overwhelmed with confusion. 'You must never say aword to any living creature. '

'I am sure I shan't, ' said Mysie composedly; 'for, as far as I cansee, it is all stuff. This Alexis never found out what Fergus wasabout with the stone, and so the mark was gone, and Cousin Rotherwoodtrod on it, and the poor little boy was killed; but as to the rest, Nurse Halfpenny would say it was all conceited maggots; and how youcan make so much more fuss about that than about the poor child beingcrushed, I can't make out. '

'But if I think it all my fault?'

'That's maggots, ' returned Mysie with uncompromising common-sense. 'You aren't old enough, nor pretty enough, for any of that kind ofstuff, Gill!'

And Gillian found that either she must go without comprehension, orhave a great deal more implied, if she turned for sympathy to any onesave Aunt Jane, who seemed to know exactly how the land lay. 

CHAPTER XVI. VANISHED

It seemed to be a very long time before the inquest was over, andAunt Jane had almost yielded to her niece's impatience and her own, and consented to walk down to meet the intelligence, when Fergus cametearing in, 'I've seen the rock, and there is a flaw of crystal-lisation in it! And the coroner-man called me an incipientgeologist. '

'But the verdict?'

'They said it was accidental death, and something about more carebeing taken and valuable lives endangered. '

'And Alexis White---'

'Oh! there was a great bother about his not being there. They saidit looked very bad; but they could not find him. '

'Not find him! Oh! Where is Cousin Rotherwood?'

'He is coming home, and he said I might run on, and tell you that ifyou had time to come in to the hotel he would tell you about it. '

With which invitation Miss Mohun hastened to comply; Gillian wasardent to come too, and it seemed cruel to prevent her; but, besidesthat Jane thought that her cousin might be tired enough to make hiswife wish him to see as few people as possible, she was not sure thatGillian might not show suspicious agitation, and speech and actionwould not be free in her presence. So the poor girl was left toextract what she could from her little brother, which did not amountto much. 

It was a propitious moment, for Jane met Lord Rotherwood at the doorof the hotel, parting with Mr. White; she entered with him, and hiswife, after satisfying herself that he was not the worse for hisexertions, was not sorry that he should have his cousin to keep himquiet in his easy-chair while she went off to answer a pile ofletters which had just been forwarded from home. 

'Well, Jenny, ' he said, 'I am afraid your protege does not come outof it very well; that is, if he is your protege. He must be anuncommonly foolish young man. '

'I reserve myself on that point. But is it true that he neverappeared?'

'Quite true. '

'Didn't they send for him?'

'Yes; but he could not be found, either at the works or at home. However, the first might be so far accounted for, since he met at hisdesk a notice of dismissal from White and Stebbing. '

'No! Really. Concocted at that unlucky dinner yesterday! But, ofcourse, it was not immediate. '

'Of course not, and perhaps something might have been done for him;but a man who disappears condemns himself. '

'But what for? I hope Fergus explained that the stone was not nearthe spot when he showed it. '

'Yes; Fergus spoke up like a little man, and got more credit than hedeserved. If they had known that of all varieties of boys thescientific is the worst imp of mischief! It all went in order due---surgeon explained injuries to poor little being---men how the stonecame down and they dug him out---poor little baby-sister made out hersad little story. That was the worst part of all. Something must bedone for that child---orphanage or something---only unluckily there'sthe father and mother. Poor father! he is the one to be pitied. Imean to get at him without the woman. Well, then came my turn, andhow I am afflicted with the habit of going where I ought not, and, only by a wonderful mercy, was saved from being part of the generalaverage below. Then we got to the inquiry, Were not dangerous placesrailed off? Yes, Stebbing explained that it was the rule of the firmto have the rocks regularly inspected once a month, and once afortnight in winter and spring, when the danger is greater. If theywere ticklish, the place was marked at the moment with big stones, reported, and railed off. An old foreman-sort of fellow swore tohaving detected the danger, and put stones. He had reported it. Towhom? To Mr. Frank. Yes, he thought it was Mr. Frank, just beforehe went away. It was this fellow's business to report it and sendthe order, it seems, and in his absence Alexander White, or whateverthey call him, took his work. Well, the old man doesn't seem to knowwhether he mentioned the thing to young White or not, which made hisabsence more unlucky; but, anyway, the presence of the stones wassupposed to be a sufficient indication of the need of the rail, or toany passenger to avoid the place. In fact, if Master White had beenenergetic, he would have seen to the thing. I fancy that is the longand short of it. But when the question came how the stones came tobe removed, I put Fergus forward. The foreman luckily could identifyhis stone by the precious crack of spar; and the boy explained how hehad lugged it down, and showed it to his friend far away from itsplace---had, in fact, turned over and displaced all the lot. '

'Depend upon it, Alexis has gone out of the way to avoid accusingFergus!'

'Don't make me start, it hurts; but do you really believe that, Jane---you, the common-sense female of the family?'

'Indeed I do, he is a romantic, sensitive sort of fellow, who wouldnot defend himself at the boy's expense. '

'Whew! He might have stood still and let Fergus defend him, then, instead of giving up his own cause. '

'And how did it end?'

'Accidental death, of course; couldn't be otherwise; but censure onthe delay and neglect of precaution, which the common opinion of theCourt naturally concentrated on the absent; though, no doubt, thefirst omission was young Stebbing's; but owing to the hurry of hisstart for Italy, that was easily excused. And even granting thatFergus did the last bit of mischief, your friend may be romanticallygenerous, if you please; but he must have been very slack in hiswork. '

'Poor fellow---yes. Now before I tell you what I know about him, Ishould like to hear how Mr. Stebbing represents him. You know hisfather was a lieutenant in the Royal Wardours. '

'Risen from the ranks, a runaway cousin of White's. Yes, and there'sa son in a lawyer's office always writing to White for money. '

'Oh! I never had much notion of that eldest---'

'They have no particular claim on White; but when the father died hewrote to Stebbing to give those that were old enough occupation atthe works, and see that the young ones got educated. '

'So he lets the little boys go to the National School, though there'sno great harm in that as yet. '

'He meant to come and see after them himself, and find out what theyare made of. But meantime this youth, who did well at first, isalways running after music and nonsense of all kinds, thinkinghimself above his business, neglecting right and left; while as tothe sister, she is said to be very clever at designing---both ways infact---so determined to draw young Stebbing in, that, having got proofof it at last, they have dismissed her too. And, Jane, I hardly liketo tell you, but somehow they mix Gillian up in the business. Theyate it up again when I cut them short by saying she was my cousin, her mother and you like my sisters. I am certain it is all nonsense, but had you any notion of any such thing? It is insulting you, though, to suppose you had not, ' he added, as he saw her air ofacquiescence; 'so, of course, it is all right. '

'It is not all right, but not so wrong as all that. Oh no! and Iknow all about it from poor Gill herself and the girl. Happily theyare both too good girls to need prying. Well, the case is this. There was a quarrel about a love story between the two originalWhites, who must both have had a good deal of stuff in them. Dickran away, enlisted, rose, and was respected by Jasper, etc. , but wasmarried to a Greco-Hibernian wife, traditionally very beautiful, poorwoman, though rather the reverse at present. Lily and her girls didtheir best for the young people with good effect on the eldest girl, who really in looks and ways is worthy of her Muse's name, Kalliope. Father had to retire with rank of captain, and died shortly after. Letters failed to reach the Merrifields, who were on the move. ThisQuarry cousin was written to, and gave the help he described to you. Perhaps it was just, but it disappointed them, and while the fatherlived, Alexis had been encouraged to look to getting to theUniversity and Holy Orders. He has a good voice, and the youngcurate at the Kennel patronised him, perhaps a little capriciously, but I am not quite sure. All this was unknown to me till theMerrifield children came, and Gillian, discovering these Whites, flewupon them in the true enthusiastic Lily-fashion, added to theindependence of the modern maiden mistrustful of old cats of aunts. Like a little goose, she held trystes with Kalliope, through therails at the top of the garden on Sunday afternoons. '

'Only Kalliope!'

'Cela va sans dire. The brother was walking the young ones on thecliffs whence she had been driven by the attentions of Master FrankStebbing. Poor thing, she is really beautiful enough to be amisfortune to her, and so is the youth---Maid of Athens, Irish eyes, plus intellect. Gill lent books, and by and by volunteered to helpthe lad with his Greek. '

'Whew---'

'Just as she would teach a night-school class. She used to give himlessons at his sister's office. I find that as soon as Kalliopefound it was unknown to me she protested, and did all in her power toprevent it, but Gillian had written all to her mother, and thoughtthat sufficient. '

'And Lily---? Victoria would have gone crazy---supposing such a thingpossible, ' he added, sotto voce. 

'Lily was probably crazy already between her sick husband and herbridal daughters, for she answered nothing intelligible. However, absence gave time for reflection, and Gillian came home after hervisits convinced by her own good sense and principle that she had notacted fairly towards us, so that, of her own accord, the first thingshe did was to tell me the whole, and how much the sister had alwaysobjected. She was quite willing that I should talk it over withKalliope before she went near them again, but I have never been ablereally to do so. '

'Then it was all Greek and---"Lilyism!" Lily's grammar over again, eh!'

'On her side, purely so---but I am afraid she did upset the boy'smind. He seems to have been bitterly disappointed at what must haveappeared like neglect and offence---and oh! you know how silly youthscan be---and he had Southern blood too, poor fellow, and he wentmooning and moping about, I am afraid really not attending to hisbusiness; and instead of taking advantage of the opening youngStebbing's absence gave him of showing his abilities, absolutely gavethem the advantage against him, by letting them show him up as anidle fellow. '

'Or worse. Stebbing talked of examining the accounts, to see ifthere were any deficiency. '

'That can be only for the sake of prejudicing Mr. White---they cannotreally suspect him. '

'If not, it was very good acting, and Stebbing appears to me just theman to suspect a parson's pet, and a lady's---as he called thisunlucky fellow. '

'Ask any of the workmen---ask Mr. Flight. '

'Well, I wish he had come to the front. It looks bad for him, andyour plea, Jenny, is more like Lily than yourself. '

'Thank you; I had rather be like Lily than myself. '

'And you are equally sure that the sister is maligned?'

'Quite sure---on good evidence---the thing is how to lay it all beforeMr. White, for you see these Stebbings evidently want to prevent himfrom taking to his own kindred---you must help me, Rotherwood. '

'When I am convinced, ' he said. 'My dear Jenny, I beg your pardon---Ihave an infinite respect for your sagacity, but allow me to observe, though your theory holds together, still it has rather an ancient andfish-like smell. '

'I only ask you to investigate, and make him do so. Listen to anyone who knows, to any one but the Stebbings, and you will find whatan admirable girl the sister is, and that the poor boy is perfectlyblameless of anything but being forced into a position for which hewas never intended, and of all his instincts rebelling. '

They were interrupted by the arrival of the doctor, whom LadyRotherwood had bound over to come and see whether her husband was theworse for his exertions. He came in apologising most unnecessarilyfor his tardiness. And in the midst of Miss Mohun's mingled greetingand farewell, she stood still to hear him say that he had beendelayed by being called in to that poor woman, Mrs. White, who hadhad a fit on hearing the policeman inquiring for that young scamp, her son. 

'The policeman!' ejaculated Jane in consternation. 

'It was only to summon him to attend the inquest, ' explained Dr. Dagger, 'but there was no one in the house with her but a littlemaid, and the shock was dreadful. If he has really absconded, itlooks exceedingly ill for him. '

'I believe he has only been inattentive, ' said Jane firmly, knowingthat she ought to go, and yet feeling constrained to wait long enoughto ask what was the state of the poor mother, and if her daughterwere with her. 

'The daughter was sent for, and seems to be an effective person---uncommonly handsome, by the bye. The attack was hysteria, but thereis evidently serious disease about her, which may be accelerated. '

'I thought so. I am afraid she has had no advice. '

'No; I promised the daughter to come and examine her to-morrow whenshe is calmer, and if that son is good for anything, he may havereturned. '

And therewith Jane was forced to go away, to carry this wretched newsto poor Gillian. 

Aunt and niece went as soon as the mid-day meal was over to inquirefor poor Mrs. White, and see what could be done. She was sleepingunder an opiate, and Kalliope came down, pale as marble, buttearless. She knew nothing of her brother since she had given himhis breakfast that morning. He had looked white and haggard, and hadnot slept, neither did he eat. She caught at the theory that hadoccurred to Miss Mohun, that he did not like to accuse Fergus, foreven to her he had not mentioned who had removed the stone. In thatcase he might return at night. Yet it was possible that he did notknow even now whence the stone had come, and it was certain that hehad been at his office that morning, and opened the letter announcinghis dismissal. Kalliope, going later, had found the like notice, buthad had little time to dwell on it before she had been summoned hometo her mother. Poor Mrs. White had been much shaken by the firstreports of yesterday's accident, which had been so told to her as toalarm her for both her children; and when her little maid rushed into say that 'the pelis was come after Mr. Alec, ' it was no wonderthat her terror threw her into a most alarming state, which made goodMrs. Lee despatch her husband to bring home Kalliope; and as theattack would not yield to the soothing of the women or to theirdomestic remedies, but became more and more delirious and convulsive, the nearest doctor was sent for, and Dr. Dagger, otherwise a higherflight than would have been attempted, was caught on his way andbrought in to discover how serious her condition already was. 

This Kalliope told them with the desperate quietness of one who couldnot afford to give way. Her own affairs were entirely swallowed upin this far greater trouble, and for the present there were no meansof helping her. Mr. And Mrs. Lee were thoroughly kind, and ready togive her efficient aid in her home cares and her nursing; and itcould only be hoped that Alexis might come back in the evening, andset the poor patient's mind at rest. 

'We will try to make Mr. White come to a better understanding, ' saidMiss Mohun kindly. 

'Thank you' said Kalliope, pushing back her hair with a half-bewildered look. 'I remember my poor mother was very anxious aboutthat. But it seems a little thing now. '

'May God bless and help you, my dear, ' said Miss Mohun, with aparting kiss. 

Gillian had not spoken all the time; but outside she said--'Oh, aunt!is this my doing?'

'Not quite, ' said Aunt Jane kindly. 'There were other causes. '

'Oh, if I could do anything!'

'Alas! it is easier to do than to undo. '

Aunt Jane was really kind, and Gillian was grateful, but oh, how shelonged for her mother!

There was no better news the next morning. Nothing had been heard ofAlexis, and nothing would persuade his mother in her half-deliriousand wholly unreasonable state that he had not been sent to prison, and that they were not keeping it from her. She was exceedingly ill, and Kalliope had been up all night with her. 

Such was the report in a note sent up by Mrs. Lee by one of thelittle boys early in the morning, and, as soon as she couldreasonably do so, Miss Mohun carried the report to Lord Rotherwood, whom she found much better, and anxious to renew the tour ofinspection which had been interrupted. 

Before long, Mr. White was shown in, intending to resume the businessdiscussion, and Miss Mohun was about to retreat with Lady Rotherwood, when her cousin, taking pity on her anxiety, said---

'If you will excuse me for speaking about your family matters, Mr. White, my cousin knows these young people well, and I should like youto hear what she has been telling me. '

'A gentleman has just been calling on me about them, ' said Mr. White, not over-graciously. 

'Mr. Flight?' asked Jane anxiously. 

'Yes; a young clergyman, just what we used to call Puseyite when Ileft England; but that name seems to be gone out now. '

'Anyway, ' said Jane, 'I am sure he had nothing but good to say ofMiss White, or indeed of her brother; and I am afraid the poor motheris very ill. '

'That's true, Miss Mohun; but you see there may be one side to a ladyor a parson, and another to a practical man like my partner. Not butthat I should be willing enough to do anything in reason for poorDick's widow and children, but not to keep them in idleness, orletting them think themselves too good to work. '

'That I am sure these two do not. Their earnings quite keep thefamily. I know no one who works harder than Miss White, between herbusiness, her lodgers, the children, and her helpless mother. '

'I saw her mosaics---very fair, very clever, some of them; but I'mafraid she is a sad little flirt, Miss Mohun. '

'Mr. White, ' said Lord Rotherwood, 'did ever you hear of a poor girlbeset by an importunate youth, but his family thought it was all herfault?'

'If Mr. White would see her, ' said Jane, 'he would understand at aglance that the attraction is perfectly involuntary; and I know fromother sources how persistently she has avoided young Stebbing; givingup Sunday walks to prevent meeting him, accepting nothing from him, always avoiding tete-a-tetes. '

'Hum! But tell me this, madam, ' said Mr. White eagerly, 'how is itthat, if these young folks are so steady and diligent as you wouldmake out, that eldest brother writes to me every few months for helpto support them?'

'Oh!' Jane breathed out, then, rallying, 'I know nothing about thateldest. Yes, I do though! His sister told my niece that all therents of the three houses went to enable Richard to appear as heought at the solicitor's office at Leeds. '

'There's a screw loose somewhere plainly, ' said Lord Rotherwood. 

'The question is, where it is, ' said Mr. White. 

'And all I hope, said Jane, 'is that Mr. White will judge for himselfwhen he has seen Kalliope and made inquiries all round. I do not sayanything for the mother, poor thing, except that she is exceedinglyill just now, but I do thoroughly believe in the daughter. '

'And this runaway scamp, Miss Mohun?'

'I am afraid he is a runaway; but I am quite sure he is no scamp, 'said Jane. 

'Only so clever as to be foolish, eh?' said the Marquis, ratherprovokingly. 

'Exactly so, ' she answered; 'and I am certain that if Mr. White willtrust to his own eyes and his own inquiries, he will find that I amright. '

She knew she ought to go, and Lord Rotherwood told her afterwards, 'That was not an ill-aimed shaft, Jane. Stebbing got more than onesnub over the survey. I see that White is getting the notion thatthere's a system of hoodwinking going on, and of not letting himalone, and he is not the man to stand that. '

'If he only would call on Kalliope!'

'I suspect he is afraid of being beguiled by such a fascinating youngwoman. '

It was a grievous feature in the case to Gillian that she couldreally do nothing. Mrs. White was so ill that going to see Kalliopewas of no use, and Maura was of an age to be made useful at home; andthere were features in the affair that rendered it inexpedient forGillian to speak of it except in the strictest confidence to AuntJane or Mysie. It was as if she had touched a great engine, and itwas grinding and clashing away above her while she could do nothingto stay its course. 

CHAPTER XVII. 'THEY COME, THEY COME'

Dr. Dagger examined Mrs. White and pronounced that there had beenmortal disease of long standing, and that she had nearly, if notquite, reached the last stage. While people had thought her selfish, weak, and exacting, she must really have concealed severe suffering, foolishly perhaps, but with great fortitude. 

And from hearing this sentence, Kalliope had turned to find at lasttidings of her brother in a letter written from Avoncester, thenearest garrison town. He told his sister that, heart-broken alreadyat the result of what he knew to be his own presumption, andhorrified at the fatal consequences of his unhappy neglect, he feltincapable of facing any of those whom he had once called his friends, and the letter of dismissal had removed all scruples. Had it notbeen for his faith and fear, he would have put an end to his life, but she need have no alarms on that score. He had rushed away, scarce knowing what he was doing, till he had found himself on theroad to Avoncester and then had walked on thither and enlisted in theregiment quartered there, where he hoped to do his duty, having noother hope left in life!

Part of this letter Kalliope read to Miss Mohun, who had come down tohear the doctor's verdict. It was no time to smile at the heartbeing broken by the return of a valentine, or all hope in life beingover before twenty. Kalliope, who knew what the life of a privatewas, felt wretched over it, and her poor mother was in despair; butMiss Mohun tried to persuade her that it was by no means anunfortunate thing, since Alexis would be thus detained safely andwithin reach till Sir Jasper arrived to take up the matter, and Mr. White had been able to understand it. 

'Yes; but he cannot come to my poor mother. And Richard will be soangry---think it such a degradation. '

'He ought not. Your father---'

'Oh! but he will. And I must write to him. Mother has been askingfor him. '

'Tell me, my dear, has Richard ever helped you?'

'Oh no, poor fellow, he could not. He wants all we can send him, orwe would have put the little boys to a better school. '

'I would not write before it is absolutely necessary, ' said MissMohun. 'A young man hanging about with nothing to do, even underthese circumstances, might make things harder. '

'Yes, I know, ' said Kalliope, with a trembling lip. 'And if it wasurgent, even Alexis might come. Indeed, I ought to be thankful thathe is safe, after all my dreadful fears, and not far off. '

Miss Mohun refrained from grieving the poor girl by blaming Alexisfor the impetuous selfish folly that had so greatly added to thegeneral distress of his family, and rendered it so much moredifficult to plead his cause. In fact, she felt bound to stand up ashis champion against all his enemies, though he was less easy ofdefence than his sister; and Mr. Flight, the first person she metafterwards, was excessively angry and disappointed, speaking of sucha step as utter ruin. 

'The lad was capable of so much better things, ' said he. 'I hadhoped so much of him, and had so many plans for him, that it is agrievous pity; but he had no patience, and now he has thrown himselfaway. I told him it was his first duty to maintain his mother, andif he had stuck to that, I would have done more for him as soon as hewas old enough, and I could see what was to be done for the rest ofthem; but he grew unsettled and impatient, and this is the end ofit!'

'Not the end, I hope, ' said Miss Mohun. 'It is not exactly slaverywithout redemption. '

'He does not deserve it. '

'Who does? Besides, remember what his father was. '

'His father must have been of the high-spirited, dare-devil sort. This lad was made for a scholar---for the priesthood, in fact, and thearmy will be more uncongenial than these marble works! Foolishfellow, he will soon have had enough of it, with his refinement, among such associates. '

Jane wondered that the young clergyman did not regret that he hadsufficiently tried the youth's patience to give the sense of neglectand oblivion. There had been many factors in the catastrophe, andthis had certainly been one, since the loan of a few books, and anhour a week of direction of study, would have kept Alexis contented, and have obviated all the perilous intercourse with Gillian; but shescarcely did the Rev. Augustine Flight injustice in thinking that inthe aesthetic and the emotional side of religion he somewhat lostsight of the daily drudgery that works on character chiefly as apreventive. 'He was at the bottom of it, little as he knows it, ' shesaid to herself as she walked up the hill. 'How much harm is done bygood beginnings of a skein left to tangle. '

Lady Flight provided a trained nurse to help Kalliope, and sent hostsof delicacies; and plenty of abuse was bestowed on Mr. James Whitefor his neglect. Meanwhile Mrs. White, though manifestly in ahopeless state, seemed likely to linger on for some weeks longer. 

In the meantime, Miss Mohun at last found an available house, and wasgratified by the young people's murmur that 'Il Lido' was too far offfrom Beechcroft. But then their mother would be glad to be so nearSt. Andrew's, for she belonged to the generation that loved andvalued daily services. 

Lord Rotherwood, perhaps owing to his exertions, felt the accidentmore than he had done at first, and had to be kept very quiet, whichhe averred to be best accomplished by having the children in to playwith him; and as he always insisted on sending for Valetta to make upthe party, the edict of separation fell to the ground, when LadyRotherwood, having written his letters for him, went out for a drive, taking sometimes Miss Elbury, but more often Adeline Mohun, whoflattered herself that her representations had done much to subdueprejudice and smooth matters. 

'Which always were smooth, ' said Jane; 'smooth and polished as amahogany table, and as easy to get into. '

However, she was quite content that Ada should be the preferred one, and perhaps no one less acute than herself would have felt that thetreatment as intimates and as part of the family was part of the dutyof a model wife. Both sisters were in request to enliven thecaptive, and Jane forebore to worry him with her own anxieties aboutthe present disgrace of the Whites. Nothing could be done forKalliope in her mother's present state, Alexis must drink of his ownbrewst, and Sir Jasper and Lady Merrifield were past Brindisi! As toMr. White, he seemed to be immersed in business, and made no sign ofrelenting; Jane had made one or two attempts to see him, but had notsucceeded. Only one of her G. F. S. Maidens, who was an enthusiasticadmirer of Kalliope, and in perfect despair at her absence, mentionedthat Mr. White had looked over all their work and had been immenselystruck with Miss White's designs, and especially with the tableinlaid with autumn leaves, which had been set aside as expensive, unprofitable, and not according to the public taste, and not shown tohim on his first visit to the works with Mr. Stebbing. There wererumours in the air that he was not contented with the state ofthings, and might remain for some time to set them on a differentfooting. 

Miss Adeline had been driving with Lady Rotherwood, and on coming inwith her for the afternoon cup of tea, found Mr. White conversingwith Lord Rotherwood, evidently just finishing the subject---areading-room or institute of some sort for the men at the works. 

'All these things are since my time, ' said Mr. White. 'We were leftpretty much to ourselves in those days. '

'And what do you think? Should you have been much the better forthem?' asked the Marquis. 

'Some of us would, ' was the answer. 

'You would not have thought them a bore!'

'There were some who would, as plenty will now; but we were a roughset---we had not so much to start with as the lads, willy nilly, havenow. But I should have been glad of books, and diversion free fromlawlessness might have prevented poor Dick's scrapes. By the bye, that daughter of his can do good work. '

'Poor thing, ' said Miss Adeline, 'she is a very good girl, and ingreat trouble. I was much pleased with her, and I think, she hasbehaved remarkably well under very trying circumstances. '

'I observed that the young women in the mosaic department seemed tobe much attached to her, ' said Mr. White. 

'My sister thinks she has been an excellent influence there. '

'She was not there, ' said Mr. White. 

'No; her mother is too ill to be left---dying, I should think, fromwhat I hear. '

'From the shock of that foolish lad's evasion?' asked LordRotherwood. 

'She was very ill before, I believe, though that brought it to acrisis. No one would believe how much that poor girl has haddepending on her. I wish she had been at the works---I am sure youwould have been struck with her. '

'Have you any reason to think they are in any distress, Miss Mohun?'

'Not actually at present; but I do not know what they are to do infuture, with the loss of the salaries those two have had, ' saidAdeline, exceedingly anxious to say neither too much nor too little. 

'There is the elder brother. '

'Oh! he is no help, only an expense. '

'Miss Mohun, may I ask, are you sure of that?'

'As sure as I can be of anything. I have always heard that the rentsof their two or three small houses went to support Richard, and thatthey entirely live on the earnings of the brother and sister, exceptthat you are so good as to educate the younger girl. It has come outcasually---they never ask for anything. '

Mr. White looked very thoughtful. Adeline considered whetherimportunity would do most harm or good; but thought her words mightwork. When she rose to take leave, Mr. White did the same, 'evidently, ' thought she, 'for the sake of escorting her home, ' andshe might perhaps say another word in confidence for the poor youngpeople. She had much reliance, and not unjustly, on her powers ofpersuasion, and she would make the most of those few steps to her owndoor. 

'Indeed, Mr. White, ' she began, 'excuse me, but I cannot help beingvery much interested in those young people we were speaking of. '

'That is your goodness, Miss Mohun. I have no doubt they areattractive---there's no end to the attractiveness of those Southernfolk they belong to---on one side of the house at least, butunfortunately you never know where to have them---there's no truth inthem; and though I don't want to speak of anything I may have donefor them, I can't get over their professing never to have hadanything from me. '

'May I ask whether you sent it through that eldest brother?'

'Certainly; he always wrote to me. '

'Then, Mr. White, I cannot help believing that the family here neverheard of it. Do you know anything of that young man?'

'No; I will write to his firm and inquire. Thank you for the hint, Miss Mohun. '

They were at Beechcroft Cottage gate, and he seemed about to see hereven to the door. At that instant a little girlish figure advancedand was about to draw back on perceiving that Miss Adeline was notalone, when she exclaimed, 'Maura, is it you, out so late! How isyour mother?'

'Much the same, thank you, Miss Adeline!'

'Here is one of the very young folks we were mentioning, ' said Ada, seeing her opportunity and glad that there was light enough to showthe lady-like little figure. 'This is Maura, Mr. White, whom you arekindly educating. '

Mr. White took the hand, which was given with a pretty respectfulgesture, and said something kind about her mother's illness, whileAdeline took the girl into the house and asked if she had come on anymessage. 

'Yes, if you please, ' said Maura, blushing; 'Miss Mohun was so kindas to offer to lend us an air-cushion, and poor mamma is so restlessand uncomfortable that Kally thought it might ease her a little. '

'By all means, my dear. Come in, and I will have it brought, ' saidAdeline, whose property the cushion was, and who was well pleasedthat Mr. White came in likewise, and thus had a full view of Maura'sgreat wistful, long-lashed eyes, and delicate refined features, undera little old brown velvet cap, and the slight figure in a grayulster. He did not speak while Maura answered Miss Adeline'sinquiries, but when the cushion had been brought down, and she hadtaken it under her arm, he exclaimed---

'Is she going back alone?'

'Oh yes, ' said Maura cheerfully; 'it is not really dark out of doorsyet. '

'I suppose it could not be helped, ' said Miss Adeline. 

'No; Theodore is at the school. They keep him late to get thingsready for the inspection, and Petros had to go to the doctor's tofetch something; but he will meet me if he is not kept waiting. '

'It is not fit for a child like that to go alone so late, ' said Mr. White, who perhaps had imbibed Italian notions of the respectabilityof an escort. 'I will walk down with her. '

Maura looked as if darkness were highly preferable to such acavalier; but Miss Adeline was charmed to see them walk off together, and when her sister presently came in with Gillian and Fergus, shecould not but plume herself a little on her achievement. 

'Then it was those two!' exclaimed Jane. 'I thought so from theother side of the street, but it was too dark to be certain; andbesides, there was no believing it. '

'Did not they acknowledge you?'

'Oh no; they were much too busy. '

'Talking. Oh, what fun!' Adeline could not help observing in suchglee that she looked more like 'our youngest girl' than the handsomemiddle-aged aunt. 

'But, ' suggested Fergus, somewhat astonished, 'Stebbing says he is noend of a horrid brute of a screw. '

'Indeed. What has he been doing?'

'He only tipped him a coach wheel. '

'Well, to tip over as a coach wheel is the last thing I should haveexpected of Mr. White, ' said Aunt Jane, misunderstanding on purpose. 

'A crown piece then, ' growled Fergus; 'and of course he thought itwould be a sovereign, and so he can't pay me my two ten--shillings, Imean, that I lent him, and so I can't get the lovely ammonite I sawat Nott's. '

'How could you be so silly as to lend him any money?'

'I didn't want to; but he said he would treat us all round if Iwouldn't be mean, and after all I only got half a goody, with all theliqueur out of it. '

'It served you right, ' said Gillian. 'I doubt whether you would seethe two shillings again, even if he had the sovereign. '

'He faithfully promised I should, ' said Fergus, whose allegiance wasonly half broken. 'And old White is a beast, and no mistake. He wasperfectly savage to Stebbing's major, and he said he wouldn't beunder him, at no price. '

'Perhaps Mr. White might say the same, ' put in Aunt Ada. 

'He is a downright old screw and a bear, I tell you, ' persistedFergus. 'He jawed Frank Stebbing like a pickpocket for just having acigar in the quarry. '

'Close to the blasting powder, eh?' said Miss Mohun. 

'And he is boring and worrying them all out of their lives over thebooks, ' added Fergus. 'Poking his nose into everything, so thatStebbing says his governor vows he can't stand it, and shall cut theconcern it the old brute does not take himself off to Italy beforelong. '

'What a good thing!' thought both sisters, looking into each other'seyes and auguring well for the future. 

All were anxious to hear the result of Maura's walk, and Gillian setout in the morning on a voyage of discovery with a glass of jelly forMrs. White; but all she could learn was that the great man had beenvery kind to Maura, though he had not come in, at which Gillian wasindignant. 

'Men are often shy of going near sickness and sorrow, ' said her auntAda. 'You did not hear what they talked about?'

'No; Maura was at school, and Kally is a bad person to pump. '

'I should like to pump Mr. White, ' was Aunt Jane's comment. 

'If I could meet him again, ' said Aunt Ada, 'I feel sure he wouldtell me. '

Her sister laughed a little, so well did she know that little half-conscious, half-gratified tone of assumption of power over the othersex; but Miss Adeline proved to be right. Nay, Mr. White actuallycalled in the raw cold afternoon, which kept her in when every oneelse was out. He came for the sake of telling her that he was muchpleased with the little girl---a pretty creature, and simple and true, he really believed. Quite artlessly, in answer to his inquiries, shehad betrayed that her eldest brother never helped them. 'Oh no!Mamma was always getting all the money she could to send to him, because he must keep up appearances at his office at Leeds, and livelike a gentleman, and it did not signify about Kalliope and Alexisdoing common work. '

'That's one matter cleared up, ' rejoiced Jane. 'It won't be broughtup against them now. '

'And then it seems he asked the child about her sister's lovers. '

'Oh!'

'It was for a purpose. Don't be old maidish, Jenny!'

'Well, he isn't a gentleman. '

'Now, Jane, I'm sure---'

'Never mind. I want to hear; only I should have thought you wouldhave been the first to cry out. '

'Little Maura seems to have risen to the occasion, and made a fullexplanation as far as she knew---and that was more than the childought to have known, by the bye---of how Mr. Frank was always afterKally, and how she could not bear him, and gave up the Sunday walk toavoid him, and how he had tried to get her to marry him, and go toItaly with him; but she would not hear of it. '

'Just the thing the little chatterbox would be proud of, but it is noharm that "Mon oncle des iles Philippines" should know. '

'"I see his little game" was what Mr. White said, ' repeated Adeline. '"The young dog expected to come over me with this pretty young wife---my relation, too; but he would have found himself out in hisreckoning. "'

'So far so good; but it is not fair. '

'However, the ice is broken. What's that? Is the house comingdown?'

No; but Gillian and Valetta came rushing in, almost tumbling over oneanother, and each waving a sheet of a letter. Papa and mamma wouldland in three days' time if all went well; but the pity was that theymust go to London before coming to Rockquay, since Sir Jasper mustpresent himself to the military and medical authorities, and likewisesee his mother, who was in a very failing state. 

The children looked and felt as if the meeting were deferred foryears; but Miss Mohun, remembering the condition of 'Il Lido, ' alikeas to the presence of workmen and absence of servants, felt relievedat the respite, proceeded to send a telegram to Macrae, and becamebusier than ever before in her life. 

The Rotherwoods were just going to London. The Marquis was wantedfor a division, and though both he and Dr. Dagger declared hiscollar-bone quite repaired, his wife could not be satisfied withouthearing for herself a verdict to the same effect from the higherauthorities, being pretty sure that whatever their report might be, his abstract would be 'All right. Never mind. '

Fly had gained so much in flesh and strength, and was so much morelike her real self, that she was to remain at the hotel with MissElbury, the rooms being kept for her parents till Easter. Mysie was, however, to go with them to satisfy her mother, 'with a firstmouthful of children, ' said Lord Rotherwood. 'Gillian had bettercome too; and we will write to the Merrifields to come to us, unlessthey are bound to the old lady. '

This, however, was unlikely, as she was very infirm, and her smallhouse was pretty well filled by her attendants. Lady Rotherwoodseconded the invitation like a good wife, and Gillian was grateful. Such a forestalling was well worth even the being the Marchioness'sguest, and being treated with careful politeness and supervision as agirl of the period, always ready to break out. However, she wouldhave Mysie, and she tried to believe Aunt Jane, who told her that shehad conjured up a spectre of the awful dame. There was a melancholyparting on the side of poor little Lady Phyllis. 'What shall I dowithout you, Mysie dear?'

'It is only for a few days. '

'Yes; but then you will be in a different house, all down in thetown---it will be only visiting---not like sisters. '

'Sisters are quite a different thing, ' said Mysie stoutly; 'but wecan be the next thing to it in our hearts. '

'It is not equal, ' said Fly. 'You don't make a sister of me, and Ido of you. '

'Because you know no better! Poor Fly, I do wish I could give you asister of your own. '

'Do you know, Mysie, I think---I'm quite sure, that daddy is going toask your father and mother to give you to us, out and out. '

'Oh! I'm sure they won't do that, ' cried Mysie in consternation. 'Mamma never would!'

'And wouldn't you? Don't you like me as well as Gill and Val?'

'I _like_ you better. Stop, don't, Fly; you are what people callmore of a companion to me---my friend; but friends aren't the same assisters, are they? They may be more, or they may be less, but it isnot the same kind. And then it is not only you, there are papa andmamma and all my brothers. '

'But you _do_ love daddy, and you have not seen yours for four years, and Aunt Florence and all the cousins at Beechcroft say they werequite afraid of him. '

'Because he is so--- Oh! I don't know how to say it, but he is justlike Epaminondas, or King Arthur, or Robert Bruce, or---'

'Well, that's enough' said Fly; 'I am sure my daddy would laugh ifyou said he was like all those. '

'To be sure he would!' said Mysie. 'And do you think I would givemine for him, though yours is so kind and good and such fun?'

'And I'm sure I'd rather have him than yours, ' said Fly. 

'Well, that's right. It would be wicked not to like one's own fatherand mother best. '

'But if they thought it would be good for you to have all mygovernesses and advantages, and they took pity on my loneliness. What then?'

'Then? Oh! I'd try to bear it, ' said unworldly and uncomplimentaryMysie. 'And you need not be lonely now. There's Val!'

The two governesses had made friends, and the embargo on intercoursewith Valetta had been allowed to drop; but Fly only shook her head, and allowed that Val was better than nothing. '

Mysie had a certain confidence that mamma would not give her away ifall the lords and ladies in the world wanted her; and Gillianconfirmed her in that belief, so that no misgiving interfered withher joy at finding herself in the train, where Lord Rotherwooddeclared that the two pair of eyes shone enough to light a candle by. 

'I feel, ' said Mysie, jumping up and down in her seat, 'like the manwho said he had a bird in his bosom. '

'Or a bee in his bonnet, eh?' said Lord Rotherwood, while Mysieobeyed a sign from my lady to moderate the restlessness of herecstasies. 

'It really was a bird in his bosom, ' said Gillian gravely, 'only hesaid so when he was dying in battle, and he meant his faith to hisking. '

'And little Mysie has kept her faith to her mother, ' said theircousin, putting out his hand to turn the happy face towards him. 'So the bird may well sing to her. '

'In spite of parting with Phyllis?' asked Lady Rotherwood. 

'I can't help it, _indeed_, ' said Mysie, divided between herpoliteness and her dread of being given away; 'it has been very nice, but one's own, own papa and mamma must be more than any one. '

'So they ought, ' said Lord Rotherwood, and there it ended, chatter inthe train not being considered desirable. 

Gillian longed to show Mysie and Geraldine Grinstead to each other, and the first rub with her hostess occurred when the next morning sheproposed to take a cab and go to Brompton. 

'Is not your first visit due to your grandmother?' said LadyRotherwood. 'You might walk there, and I will send some one to showyou the way. '

'We must not go there till after luncheon, ' said Gillian. 'She isnot ready to see any one, and Bessie Merrifield cannot be spared; butI know Mrs. Grinstead will like to see us, and I do so want Mysie tosee the studio. '

'My dear' (it was not a favourable my dear), 'I had rather you didnot visit any one I do not know while you are under my charge. '

'She is Phyllis's husband's sister, ' pleaded Gillian. 

Lady Rotherwood made a little bend of acquiescence, but said no more, and departed, while Gillian inly raged. A few months ago she wouldhave acted on her own responsibility (if Mysie would not have beentoo much shocked), but she had learnt the wisdom of submission infact, if not in word, for she growled about great ladies andexclusiveness, so that Mysie looked mystified. 

It was certainly rather dull in the only half-revivified Londonhouse, and Belgrave Square in Lent did not present a lively scenefrom the windows. The Liddesdales had a house there, but they werenot to come up till the season began; and Gillian was turning with asigh to ask if there might not be some books in Fly's schoolroom, when Mysie caught the sound of a bell, and ventured on an expeditionto find her ladyship and ask leave to go to church. 

There, to their unexpected delight, they beheld not only Bessie, buta clerical-looking back, which, after some watching, they soidentified that they looked at one another with responsive eyes, andGillian doubted whether this were recompense for submission, orreproof for discontent. 

Very joyful was the meeting on the steps of St. Paul's, Knightsbridge, and an exchange of 'Oh! how did you come here? Whereare you?'

Harry had come up the day before, and was to go and meet thetravellers at Southampton with his uncle, Admiral Merrifield, who hadbrought his eldest daughter Susan to relieve her sister or assisther. Great was the joy and eager the talk, as first Bessie wasescorted by the whole party back to grandmamma's house, and thenHarry accompanied his sisters to Belgrave Square, where he was keptto luncheon, and Lady Rotherwood was as glad to resign his sisters tohis charge as he could be to receive them. 

He had numerous commissions to execute for his vicar, and Gillian hadto assist the masculine brains in the department of Churchneedlework, actually venturing to undertake some herself, trusting tothe tuition of Aunt Ada, a proficient in the same; while Mysiereverently begged at least to hem the borders. 

Then they revelled in the little paradises of books and pictures inNorthumberland Avenue and Westminster Sanctuary, and went to Evensongat the Abbey, Mysie's first sight thereof, and nearly the like toGillian, since she only remembered before a longing not to waste timein a dull place instead of being in the delightful streets. 

'It is a thing never to forget, ' she said under her breath, as theylingered in the nave. 

'I never guessed anything could make one feel so, ' added Mysie, witha little sigh of rapture. 

'That strange unexpected sense of delight always seems to me toexplain, "Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither hath it enteredinto the heart of man to conceive, "' said Harry. 

Mysie whispered---

 'Beneath thy contemplation Sink heart and voice opprest!'

'Oh, Harry, can't we stay and see Henry VII. 's Chapel, and Poets'Corner, and Edward I. 's monument?' pleaded the sister. 

'I am afraid we must not, Gill. I have to see after some vases, andto get a lot of things at the Stores, and it will soon be dark. If Idon't go to Southampton to-morrow, I will take you then. Now then, feet or cab?'

'Oh, let us walk! It is ten times the fun. '

'Then mind you don't jerk me back at the crossings. '

There are few pleasures greater of their kind than that of theyouthful country cousin under the safe escort of a brother or fatherin London streets. The sisters looked in at windows, wondered andenjoyed, till they had to own their feet worn out, and submit to afour-wheeler. 

'An hour of London is more than a month of Rockquay, or a year ofSilverfold, ' cried Gillian. 

'Dear old Silverfold, ' said Mysie; 'when shall we go back?'

'By the bye, ' said Harry, 'how about the great things that were to bedone for mother?'

'Primrose is all right, ' said Mysie. 'The dear little thing haswritten a nice copybook, and hemmed a whole set of handkerchiefs forpapa. She is so happy with them. '

'And you, little Mouse?'

'I have done my translation---not quite well, I am afraid, and madethe little girl's clothes. I wonder if I may go and take them toher. '

'And Val has finished her crewel cushion, thanks to the aunts, ' saidGillian. 

'Fergus's machine, how about that? Perpetual motion, wasn't it?'

'That has turned into mineralogy, worse luck, ' said Gillian. 

'Gill has done a beautiful sketch of Rockquay, ' added Mysie. 

'Oh! don't talk of me, ' said Gillian. 'I have only made a mostunmitigated mess of everything. '

But here attention was diverted by Harry's exclaiming---

'Hullo! was that Henderson?'

'Nonsense; the Wardours are at Cork. '

'He may be on leave. '

'Or retired. He is capable of it. '

'I believe it was old Fangs. '

The discussion lasted to Belgrave Square. 

And then Sunday was spent upon memorable churches and services underthe charge of Harry, who was making the most of his holiday. Thetrio went to Evensong at St. Wulstan's, and a grand idea occurred toGillian---could not Theodore White become one of those youngchoristers, who had their home in the Clergy House. 

CHAPTER XVIII. FATHER AND MOTHER

The telegram came early on Monday morning. Admiral Merrifield andHarry started by the earliest train, deciding not to take the girls;whereupon their kind host, to mitigate the suspense, placed himselfat the young ladies' disposal for anything in the world that theymight wish to see. It was too good an opportunity of seeing theHouses of Parliament to be lost, and the spell of Westminster Abbeywas upon Mysie. 

Cousin Rotherwood was a perfect escort, and declared that he had notgone through such a course of English history since he had taken hiscousin Lilias and his sister Florence the same round more years agothan it was civil to recollect. He gave a sigh to the great men hehad then let them see and hear, and regretted the less that there wasno possibility of regaling the present pair with a debate. It wasall like a dream to the two girls. They saw, but suspense wasthrobbing in their hearts all the time, and qualms were crossingGillian as she recollected that in some aspects her father could berather a terrible personage when one was wilfully careless, saucy toauthorities, or unable to see or confess wrong-doing; and the elementof dread began to predominate in her state of expectation. The birdin the bosom fluttered very hard as the possible periods after thearrivals of trains came round; and it was not till nearly eighto'clock that the decisive halt of wheels was heard, and in a fewmoments Mysie was in the dearest arms in the world, and Gillianfeeling the moustached kiss she had not known for nearly four longyears, and which was half-strange, half-familiar. 

In drawing-room light, there was the mother looking none the worsefor her journey, her clear brown skin neither sallow nor lined, andthe soft brown eyes as bright and sweet as ever; but the father mustbe learnt over again, and there was awe enough as well asenthusiastic love to make her quail at the thought of her record ofself-will. 

There was, however, no disappointment in the sight of the fine, tallsoldierly figure, broad shouldered, but without an ounce ofsuperfluous flesh, and only altered by his hair having become thinnerand whiter, thus adding to the height of his forehead, and making hisvery dark eyebrows and eyes have a different effect, especially as hewas still pallid beneath the browning of many years, though hedeclared himself so well as to be ashamed of being invalided. 

Time was short. Harry and the Admiral, who were coming to dinner, had rushed home to dress and to fetch Susan; and Lady Merrifield wasconducted in haste to her bedroom, and left to the almost too excitedministrations of her daughters. 

It was well that attentive servants had unfastened the straps, forwhen Gillian had claimed the keys of the dear old familiar box, herhand shook so much that they jingled; the key would not go into thehole, and she had to resign them to sober Mysie, who had been untyingthe bonnet, with a kiss, and answering for the health of Primrose, whom Uncle William was to bring to London in two days' time. 

'My dear silly child, ' said her mother, surprised at Gillian'semotion. 

And the reply was a burst of tears. 'Oh, so silly! so wrong! I haveso wanted you. '

'I know all about it. You told us all, like an honest child. '

'Oh, such dreadful things---the rock---the poor child killed---CousinRotherwood hurt. '

'Yes, yes, I heard! We can't have it out now. Here's papa! she isupset about these misadventures, ' added Lady Merrifield, looking upto her husband, who stood amazed at the sobs that greeted him. 

'You must control yourself, Gillian, ' he said gravely. 'Stop that!Your mother is tired, and has to dress! Don't worry her. Go, if youcannot leave off. '

The bracing tone made Gillian swallow her tears, the more easilybecause of the familiarity of home atmosphere, confidence, andprotection; and a mute caress from her mother was a promise ofsympathy. 

The sense of that presence was the chief pleasure of the shortevening, for there were too many claimants for the travellers'attention to enable them to do more than feast their eyes on theirson and daughters, while they had to talk of other things, theweddings, the two families, the home news, all deeply interesting intheir degree, though not touching Gillian quite so deeply as thetangle she had left at Rockstone, and mamma's view of her behaviour;even though it was pleasant to hear of Phyllis's beautiful home inCeylon, and Alethea's bungalow, and how poor Claude had to go offalone to Rawul Pindee. She felt sure that her mother was far moreacceptable to her hostess than either of the aunts, and that, indeed, she might well be so!

Gillian's first feeling was like Mysie's in the morning, that nothingcould go wrong with her again, but she must perforce have patiencebefore she could be heard. Harry could not be spared for another dayfrom his curacy, and to him was due the first tete-a-tete with hismother, after that most important change his life had yet known, andin which she rejoiced so deeply. 'The dream of her heart, ' she said, 'had always been that one of her sons should be dedicated;' and nowthat the fulfilment had come in her absence, it was precious to herto hear all those feelings and hopes and trials that the young mancould have uttered to no other ears. 

Sir Jasper, meantime, had gone out on business, and was to meet therest at luncheon at his mother's house, go with them to call on theGrinsteads, and then do some further commissions, Lady Rotherwoodplacing the carriage at their disposal. As to 'real talk, ' thatseemed impossible for the girls, they could only, as Mysie expressedit, 'bask in the light of mamma's eyes' and after Harry was gone onan errand for his vicar, there were no private interviews for her. 

Indeed, the mother did not know how much Gillian had on her mind, andthought all she wanted was discussion, and forgiveness for thefollies explained in the letter, the last received. Of anyconnection between that folly and the accident to Lord Rotherwood ofcourse she was not aware, and in fact she had more on her hands thanshe could well do in the time allotted, and more people to see. Gillian had to find that things could not be quite the same as whenshe had been chief companion in the seclusion of Silverfold. 

And just as she was going out the following letter was put into herhands, come by one of the many posts from Rockstone:---

'MY DEAR GILLIAN---I write to you because you can explain matters, andI want your father's advice, or Cousin Rotherwood's. As I was on theway to Il Lido just now I met Mr. Flight, looking much troubled anddistressed. He caught at me, and begged me to go with him to tellpoor Kalliope that her brother Alexis is in Avoncester Jail. He knewit from having come down in the train with Mr. Stebbing. The chargeis for having carried away with him L15 in notes, the payment for amarble cross for a grave at Barnscombe. You remember that on the dayof the accident poor Field was taking it in the waggon, when he camehome to hear of his child's death. 

'The receipt for the price was inquired for yesterday, and itappeared that the notes had been given to Field in an envelope. Inhis trouble, the poor man forgot to deliver this till the morning;when on his way to the office he met young White and gave it to him. Finding it had not been paid in, nor entered in the books, andknowing the poor boy to have absconded, off went Mr. Stebbing, got asummons, and demanded to have him committed for trial. 

'Alexis owned to having forgotten the letter in the shock of thedismissal, and to having carried it away with him, but said that assoon as he had discovered it he had forwarded it to his sister, andhad desired her to send it to the office. He did not send it direct, because he could only, at the moment, get one postage-stamp. On thishe was remanded till Saturday, when his sisters' evidence can betaken at the magistrates meeting. This was the news that Mr. Flightand I had to take to that poor girl, who could hardly be spared fromher mother to speak to us, and how she is to go to Avoncester it ishard to say; but she has no fear of not being able to clear herbrother, for she says she put the dirty and ragged envelope that nodoubt contained the notes into another, with a brief explanation, addressed it to Mr. Stebbing, and sent it by Petros, who told herthat he had delivered it. 

'I thought nothing could be clearer, and so did Mr. Flight, butunluckily Kalliope had destroyed her brother's letter, and had notread me this part of it, so that she can bring no actual tangibleproof, and it is a much more serious matter than it appeared when wewere talking to her. Mr. White has just been here, whether tocondole or to triumph I don't exactly know. He has written to Leeds, and heard a very unsatisfactory account of that eldest brother, whocertainly has deceived him shamefully, and this naturally adds to theprejudice against the rest of the family. We argued about Kalliope'shigh character, and he waved his hand and said, "My dear ladies, youdon't understand those Southern women---the more pious, devoted dovesthey are, the blacker they will swear themselves to get off theirscamps of men. " To represent that Kalliope is only one quarter Greekwas useless, especially as he has been diligently imbued by Mrs. Stebbing with all last autumn's gossip, and, as he confided to AuntAda, thinks "that they take advantage of his kindness!"

'Of course Mr. Flight, and all who really know Alexis and Kalliope, feel the accusation absurd; but it is only too possible that theAvoncester magistrates may not see the evidence in the same light, asits weight depends upon character, and the money is really missing, so that I much fear their committing him for trial at the QuarterSessions. It will probably be the best way to employ a solicitor towatch the case at once, and I shall speak to Mr. Norton tomorrow, unless your father can send me any better advice by post. I hope itis not wicked to believe that the very fact of Mr. Norton's beingconcerned might lead to the notes finding themselves. 

'Meantime, I am of course doing what I can. Kally is very brave inher innocence and her brother's, but, shut up in her mother'ssickroom, she little guesses how bad things are made to look, or howGreek and false are treated as synonymous. 

'Much love to your mother. I am afraid this is a damper on yourhappiness, but I am sure that your father would wish to know. AuntAda tackles Mr. White better than I do, and means if possible to makehim go to Avoncester himself when the case comes on, so that heshould at least see and hear for himself. ---Your affectionate aunt, J. M. '

What a letter for poor Gillian! She had to pocket it at first, andonly opened it while taking off her hat at grandmamma's house, andthere was only time for a blank feeling of uncomprehendingconsternation before she had to go down to luncheon, and hear herfather and uncle go on with talk about India and Stokesley, to whichshe could not attend. 

Afterwards, Lady Merrifield was taken to visit grandmamma, and Bessiegratified the girls with a sight of her special den, where she wroteher stories, showing them the queer and flattering gifts that hadcome to her in consequence of her authorship, which was becoming lessanonymous, since her family were growing hardened to it, andgrandmamma was past hearing of it or being distressed. It was inBessie's room that Gillian gathered the meaning of her aunt's letter, and was filled with horror and dismay. She broke out with a littlescream, which brought both Mysie and Bessie to her side; but whatcould they do? Mysie was shocked and sympathising enough, and Bessiewas trying to understand the complicated story, when the summons camefor the sisters. There were hopes of communicating the catastrophein the carriage; but no, the first exclamation of 'Oh, mamma!' waslost. 

Sir Jasper had something so important to tell his wife about hisinterviews at the Horse Guards, that the attempt to interrupt wassilenced by a look and sign. It was a happy thing to have a fatherat home, but it was different from being mamma's chief companion andconfidante, and poor Gillian sat boiling over with something verylike indignation at not being allowed even to allow that she hadsomething to tell at least as important as anything papa could berelating. 

She hardly knew whether to be glad or sorry that the Grinsteadsproved to be out of town; but at any rate she might be grateful toLady Rotherwood for preventing a vain expedition---a call on anotherold friend, Mrs. Crayon, the Marianne Weston of early youth, and nowa widow, as she too was out. Then followed some shopping that theparents wanted to do together, but at the door of the stores LadyMerrifield said---

'I have a host of things to get here for the two brides. Suppose, papa, that you walk home with Gillian across the Park. It will suityou better than this fearful list. '

Lady Merrifield only thought of letting father and daughter renewtheir acquaintance, and though she saw that Gillian was in an agonyto speak about something, did not guess what an ordeal the girl feltit to have to begin with the father, unseen for four years, and whosesearching eyes and grave politeness gave a sense of austerity, sothat trepidation was spoiling all the elation at having a father, andsuch a father, to walk with. 

'Well, Gillian, ' he said, 'we have a great deal of lee way to makeup. I want to hear of poor White's children. I am glad you have hadthe opportunity of showing them some kindness. '

'Oh, papa! it is so dreadful! If you would read this letter. '

'I cannot do so here, ' said Sir Jasper, who could not well make trialof his new spectacles in Great George Street. What is dreadful?'

'This accusation. Poor Alexis! Oh! you don't know. The accidentand all---our fault---mine really, ' gasped Gillian. 

'I am not likely to know at this rate, ' said Sir Jasper. 'I hope youhave not caught the infection of incoherency from Lord Rotherwood. Do you mean his accident?'

'Yes; they have turned them both off, and now they have gone and putAlexis in prison. '

'For the accident? I thought it was a fall of rock. '

'Oh no---I mean yes---it wasn't for that; but it came of that, andFergus and I were at the bottom of it, ' said Gillian, in suchconfusion that her words seemed to tumble out without her owncontrol. 

'How did you escape with your lives?'

Was he misunderstanding her on purpose, or giving a lesson onslipslop at such a provoking moment? Perhaps he was really onlypatient with the daughter who must have seemed to him half-foolish, but she was forced to collect her senses and say---

'I only meant that we were the real cause. Fergus is wild aboutgeology, and took away a stone that was put to show where the cliffwas unsafe. He showed the stone to Alexis White, who did not knowwhere it came from and let him have it, and that was the way CousinRotherwood came to tread on the edge of the precipice. '

'What had you to do with it?'

'I---oh! I had disappointed Alexis about the lessons, ' said Gillian, blushing a little;' and he was out of spirits, and did not mind whathe was about. '

'H'm! But you cannot mean that this youth can have been imprisonedfor such a cause. '

'No; that was about the money, but of course he sent it back. He ranaway when he was dismissed, because he was quite in despair, and didnot know what he was about. '

'I think not, indeed!'

'Papa, ' said Gillian, steadying her voice, 'you must not, please, blame him so much, for it was really very much my fault, and that iswhat makes me doubly unhappy. Did you read my last letter to mamma?'

'Yes. I understood that you thought you had not treated your auntsrightly by not consulting them about your intercourse with theWhites, and that you had very properly resolved to tell them all. I hope you did so. '

'Indeed I did, and Aunt Jane was very kind, or else I should have hadno comfort at all. Was mamma very much shocked at my teachingAlexis?'

'I do not remember. We concluded that whatever you did had youraunts' sanction. '

'Ah! that was the point. '

'Did these young people persuade you to secrecy?'

'Oh no, no; Kalliope protested, and I overpowered her, because---because I was foolish, and I thought Aunt Jane interfering. '

'I see, ' said Sir Jasper, with perhaps more comprehension of theantagonism than sisterly habit and affection would have allowed tohis wife. 'I am glad you saw your error, and tried to repair it; butwhat could you have done to affect this boy so much. How old is he?We thought of him as twelve or fourteen, but one forgets how timegoes on, and you speak of him as in a kind of superintendent'sposition. '

'He is nineteen. '

Sir Jasper twirled his moustache. 

'I begin to perceive, ' he said, 'you rushed into an undertaking thatbecame awkward, and when you had to draw off, the young fellow wasupset and did not mind his business. So far I understand, but yousaid something about prison. '

The worst part of the personal confession was over now, and Gilliancould go on to tell the rest of the Stebbing enmity, of Mr. White'sarrival, and of the desire to keep his relations aloof from him. 

'This is guess work, ' said Sir Jasper. 

'I think Cousin Rotherwood would say the same' rejoined Gillian, andthen she explained the dismissal, the flight, and the unfortunateconsequences, and that Aunt Jane hoped for advice by the morning'spost. 

'I am afraid it is too late for that, ' said Sir Jasper, looking athis watch. 'I must read her letter and consider. '

Gillian gave a desperate sigh, and felt more desperate when at thatmoment the very man they had had a glimpse of on Saturday met them, exclaiming in a highly delighted tone---

'Sir Jasper Merrifield!'

Any Royal Wardour ought to have been welcome to the Merrifields, butthis individual had not been a particular favourite with the youngpeople. They knew he was the son of a popular dentist, who had madehis fortune, and had put his son into the army to make a gentleman ofhim, and prevent him from becoming an artist. In the first objectthere had been very fair success; but the taste for art wasunquenchable, and it had been the fashion of the elder half of theMerrifield family to make a joke, and profess to be extremely bored, when 'Fangs, ' as they naughtily called him among themselves, used toarrive from leave, armed with catalogues, or come in with hisdrawings to find sympathy in his colonel's wife. Gillian had caughtenough from her four elders to share in an unreasoning way theirprejudice, and she felt doubly savage and contemptuous when sheheard---

'Yes, I retired. '

'And what are you doing now?'

'My mother required me as long as she lived' (then Gillian noticedthat he was in mourning). 'I think I shall go abroad, and takelessons at Florence or Rome, though it is too late to do anythingseriously---and there are affairs to be settled first. '

Then came a whole shoal of other inquiries, and even though theyactually included 'poor White' and his family, Gillian was angeredand dismayed at the wretch being actually asked by her father to comein with them and see Lady Merrifield, who would be delighted to seehim. 

'What would Lady Rotherwood think of the liberty?' the displeasedmood whispered to Gillian. 

But Lady Rotherwood, presiding over her pretty Worcester tea-set, wasquite ready to welcome any of the Merrifield friends. There werevarious people in the room besides Lady Merrifield and Mysie, who hadjust come in. There was the Admiral talking politics with LordRotherwood, and there was Clement Underwood, who had come with Harryfrom the city, and Bessie discussing with them boys' guilds and theiramusements. 

Gillian felt frantic. Would no one cast a thought on Alexis inprison? If he had been to be hanged the next day, her secretannoyance at their indifference to his fate could not have beenworse. 

And yet at the first opportunity Harry brought Mr. Underwood to talkto her about his choir-boys, and to listen to her account of the 7thStandard boy, a member of the most musical choir in Rockquay, and thehighest of the high. 

'I hope not cockiest of the cocky, ' said Mr. Underwood, smiling. 'Our experience is that superlatives may often be so translated. '

'I don't think poor Theodore is cocky, ' said Gillian; 'the Whiteshave always been so bullied and sat upon. '

'Is his name Theodore?' asked Mr. Underwood, as if he liked the name, which Gillian remembered to have seen on a cross at Vale Leston. 

'Being sat upon is hardly the best lesson in humility, ' said Harry. 

'There's apt to be a reaction, ' said Mr. Underwood; 'but the crackvoice of a country choir is not often in that condition, as I knowtoo well. I was the veriest young prig myself under thosecircumstances!'

'Don't be too hard on cockiness, ' said Lord Rotherwood, who had comeup to them, 'there must be consciousness of powers. How are you tofly, if you mustn't flap your wings and crow a little?'

'On a les defauts de ses qualites, ' put in Lady Merrifield. 

'Yes, ' added Mr. Underwood. 'It is quite true that needful self-assertion and originality, and sense of the evils around---'

'Which the old folk have outgrown and got used to, ' said LordRotherwood. 

'May be condemned as conceit, ' concluded Mr. Underwood. 

'Ay, exactly as Eliab knew David's pride and the naughtiness of hisheart, ' said Lord Rotherwood. 'If you won't fight your giantyourself, you've no business to condemn those who feel it in them togo at him. '

'Ah! we have got to the condemnation of others, instead of theexaltation of self, ' said Lady Merrifield. 

'It is better to cultivate humility in one's self than other people, eh?' said the Marquis, and his cousin thought, though she did notsay, that he was really the most humble and unself-conscious man shehad ever known. What she did say was, 'It is a plant that grows bestuncultivated. '

'And if you have it not by happy nature, what then?' said ClementUnderwood. 

'Then I suppose you must plant it, and there will be plenty of tearsof repentance to water it, ' returned she. 

'Thank you, ' said Clement. 'That is an idea to work upon. '

'All very fine!' sighed Gillian to Mysie, 'but oh, how about Alexisin prison! There's papa, now he has got rid of Fangs, actually goingto walk off with Uncle Sam, and mamma has let Lady Rotherwood gethold of her. Will no-body care for anybody?'

'I think I would trust papa, ' said Mysie. 

He was not long gone, and when he came back he said, 'You may give methat letter, Gillian. I posted a card to tell your aunt she shouldhear to-morrow. '

All that Gillian could say to her mother in private that eveningconsisted of, 'Oh, mamma, mamma, ' but the answer was, 'I have heardabout it from papa, my dear; I am glad you told him. He is thinkingwhat to do. Be patient. '

Externally, awe and good manners forced Gillian to behave herself;but internally she was so far from patient, and had so many bitterfeelings of indignation, that she felt deeply rebuked when she camedown next morning to find her father hurrying through his breakfast, with a cab ordered to convey him to the station, on his way to seewhat could be done for Alexis White. 

That day Gillian had her confidential talk with her mother---a talkthat she never forgot, trying to dig to the roots of her failures ina manner that only the true mother-confessor of her own child canperhaps have patience and skill for, and that only when she hasstudied the creature from babyhood. The concatenation, ending (if itwas so to end) in the committal to Avoncester Jail, and beginningwith the interview over the rails, had to be traced link by link, andwas almost as long as 'the house that Jack built. '

'And now I see, ' said Gillian, 'that it all came of a nasty sort ofantagonism to Aunt Jane. I never guessed how like I was to Dolores, and I thought her so bad. But if I had only trusted Aunt Jane, andhad no secrets, she would have helped me in it all, I know now, andnever have brought the Whites into trouble. '

'Yes, ' said Lady Merrifield; 'perhaps I should have warned you alittle more, but I went off in such a hurry that I had no time tothink. You children are all very loyal to us ourselves; but Isuppose you are all rather infected by the modern spirit, thatcriticises when it ought to submit to authorities. '

'But how can one help seeing what is amiss? As some review says, howrespect what does not make itself respectable? You know I don't meanthat for my aunts. I have learnt now what Aunt Jane really is---howvery kind and wise and clever and forgiving---but I was naughty enoughto think her at first---'

'Well, what? Don't be afraid. '

'Then I did think she was fidgety and worrying---always at one, andwanting to poke her nose into everything. '

'Poor Aunt Jane! Those are the faults of her girlhood, which she hasbeen struggling against all her life!'

'But in your time, mamma, would such difficulties really not havebeen seen---I mean, if she had been actually what I thought her?'

'I think the difference was that no faults of the elders were dweltupon by a loyal temper. To find fault was thought so wrong that thedefects were scarcely seen, and were concealed from ourselves as wellas others. It would scarcely, I suppose, be possible to go back tothat unquestioning state, now the temper of the times is changed; butI belong enough to the older days to believe that the true safety isin submission in the spirit as well as the letter. '

'I am sure I should have found it so, ' said Gillian. 'And oh! Ihope, now that papa is come, the Whites may be spared any more of thetroubles I have brought on them. '

'We will pray that it may be so. ' said her mother. 

CHAPTER XIX. THE KNIGHT AND THE DRAGON

A telegram had been received in the morning, which kept Valetta andFergus on the qui vive all day. Valetta was an unspeakable worry tothe patient Miss Vincent, and Fergus arranged his fossils andminerals. 

Both children flew out to meet their father at the gate, but wordsfailed them as he came into the house, greeted the aunts, and satdown with Fergus on his knee, and Valetta encircled by his arm. 

'Yes, Lilias is quite well, very busy and happy---with her firstinstalment of children. '

'I am so thankful that you are come, ' said Adeline. 'Jane venturedto augur that you would, but I thought it too much to hope for. '

'There was no alternative, ' said Sir Jasper. 

'I infer that you halted at Avoncester. '

'I did so; I saw the poor boy. '

'What a comfort for his sister!'

'Poor fellow! Mine was the first friendly face he had seen, and hewas almost overcome by it'---and the strong face quivered with emotionat the recollection of the boy's gratitude. 

'He is a nice fellow, ' said Jane. 'I am glad you have seen him, forneither Mr. White nor Rotherwood can believe that he is not utterlyfoolish, if not worse. '

'A boy may do foolish things without being a fool, ' said Sir Jasper. 'Not that this one is such another as his father. I wish he were. '

'I suppose he has more of the student scholarly nature. '

'Yes. The enlistment, which was the making of his father, was a sortof moral suicide in him. I got him to tell me all about it, and Ifind that the idea of the inquest, and of having to mention you, youmonkey, drove him frantic, and the dismissal completed the business. '

'I told them about it, ' said Fergus. 

'Quite right, my boy; the pity was that he did not trust to yourhonour, but he seems to have worked himself into the state of mindwhen young men run amuck. I saw his colonel, Lydiard, and thecaptain and sergeant of his company, who had from the first seen thathe was a man of a higher class under a cloud, and had expectedfurther inquiry, though, even from the little that had been seen ofhim, there was a readiness to take his word. As the sergeant said, he was not the common sort of runaway clerk, and it was a thousandpities that he must go to the civil power---in which I am disposed toagree. What sort of man is the cousin at the marble works?'

'A regular beast, ' murmured Fergus. 

'I think, ' said Jane, 'that he means to be good and upright. '

'More than means, ' said Ada, 'but he is cautious, and says he hasbeen so often deceived. '

'As far as I can understand, ' said Jane, 'there was originallydesperate enmity between him and his cousin. '

'He forgave entirely, ' said Ada; 'and he really has done a great dealfor the family, who own that they have no claim upon him. '

'Yes, ' said Jane, 'but from a distance, with no personal knowledge, and a contempt for the foreign mother, and the pretensions togentility. He would have been far kinder if his cousin had remaineda sergeant. '

'He only wished to try them, ' said Adeline, 'and he always meant tocome and see about them; besides, that eldest son has been begging ofhim on false pretences all along. '

'That I can believe, ' said Sir Jasper. 'I remember his father'sdistress at his untruth in the regimental school, and his foolishmother shielding him. No doubt he might do enough to cause distrustof his family; but has Mr. White actually never gone near them, asGillian told me?'

'Excepting once walking Maura home, ' said Jane, 'no; but I ascribeall that to the partner, Mr. Stebbing, who has had it all his own wayhere, and seems to me to have systematically kept Alexis down tounnecessarily distasteful drudgery. Kalliope's talent gave her aplace; but young Stebbing's pursuit of her, though entirelyunrequited, has roused his mother's bitter enmity, and there are allmanner of stories afloat. I believe I could disprove every one ofthem; but together they have set Mr. White against her, and he cannotsee her in her office, as her mother is too ill to be left. I dobelieve that if the case against Alexis is discharged, they willthink she has the money. '

'Stebbing said Maura changed a five-pound note, ' put in Fergus; 'andwhen I told him to shut up, for it was all bosh, he punched me. '

I hope Richard sent it' said Ada, 'but you see the sort of reportthat is continually before Mr. White---not that I think he believeshalf, or is satisfied--with the Stebbings. '

'I am sure he is not with Frank Stebbing, ' said Jane. 'I do thinkand hope that he is only holding off in order to judge; and I thinkyour coming may have a great effect upon him, Jasper. '

The Rotherwoods had requested Sir Jasper to use their apartments atthe hotel, and he went thither to dress, being received, as he said, by little Lady Phyllis with much grace and simplicity. 

The evening passed brightly, and when the children were gone to bed, their father said rather anxiously that he feared the aunts had had atroublesome charge hastily thrust on them. 

'We enjoyed it very much, ' said Adeline politely. 

'We were thankful to have a chance of knowing the young people, 'added Jane. 'I am only glad you did not come home at Christmas, whenI was not happy about the two girls. '

'Yes, Valetta got into trouble and wrote a piteous little letter ofconfession about copying. '

'Yes, but you need not be uneasy about that; it was one of thoselapses that teach women without any serious loss. She did not knowwhat she was about, and she told no falsehoods; indeed, each one ofyour children has been perfectly truthful throughout. '

'That is the great point, after all. Lilias could hardly fail tomake her children true. '

'Fergus is really an excellent little boy, and Gillian---poor Gillian---I think she really did want more experience, and was only tooinnocent. '

'That is what you really think, ' said the father anxiously. 

'Yes, I do, ' said Jane. 'If she had been a fast girl, she would havebeen on her guard against the awkward situation, and have kept out ofthis mess; but very likely would have run into a worse one. '

'I do not think that her elder sisters would have done like her. '

'Perhaps not; but they were living in your regimental world at theage when her schoolroom life was going on. I think you have everyreason to be satisfied with her tone of mind. As you said of theboy, a person may commit an imprudence without being imprudent. '

'I quite agree to that, ' he said, 'and, indeed, I see that you havemanaged her most wisely, and obtained her affection and gratitude, asindeed you have mine!' he added, with a tone in his voice thattouched Jane to the core of her heart. 

'I never heard anything like it before, ' she said to her sister overtheir fire at night, with a dew of pleasure in her eyes. 

'I never liked Jasper so well before. He is infinitely pleasanterand more amiable. Do you remember our first visit? No, it was notyou who went with me, it was Emily. I am sure he felt bound to be onguard all the time against any young officer's attentions to his poorlittle sister-in-law, ' said Ada, with her Maid-of-Athens look. 'Thesmallest approach brought those hawk's eyes of his like a dart rightthrough one's backbone. It all came back to me to-night, and the wayhe used to set poor Lily to scold me. '

'So that you rejoiced to be grown old. I beg your pardon, but I did. My experience was when I went to help Lily pack for foreign service, when I suppose my ferret look irritated him, for he snubbed meextensively, and I am sure he rejoiced to carry his wife out of reachof all the tribe. I dare say I richly deserved it, but I hope we areall "mellered down, " as Wat Greenwood used to say of his brewery forthe pigs. '

'My dear, what a comparison!'

'Redolent of the Old Court, and of Lily, waiting for her swan's nestamong the reeds, till her stately warrior came, and made her daydreams earnest in a way that falls to the lot of few. I don't thinkhis severity ever dismayed her for a moment, there was always suchsweetness in it. 

'True knight and lady! Yes. He is grown handsomer than ever, too!'

'I hope he will get those poor children out of their hobble! It ischivalrous enough of him to come down about it, in the midst of allhis business in London. '

Sir Jasper started the next morning with Fergus on his way to school, getting on the road a good deal of information, mingled togetherabout forms and strata, cricket and geology. Leaving his little sonat Mrs. Edgar's door, he proceeded to Ivinghoe Terrace, where hewaited long at the blistered door of the dilapidated house before thelittle maid informed him that Mr. Richard was gone out, and missuswas so ill that she didn't know as Miss White could see nobody; butshe took his card and invited him to walk into the parlour, where thebreakfast things were just left. 

Down came Kalliope, with a wan face and eyes worn with sleeplessness, but a light of hope and gratitude flashing over her features as shemet the kind eyes, and felt the firm hand of her father's colonel, asort of king in the eyes of all Royal Wardours. 

'My poor child, ' he said gently, 'I am come to see if I can helpyou. '

'Oh! so good of you, ' and she squeezed his hand tightly, in theeffort perhaps not to give way. 

'I fear your mother is very ill. '

'Very ill, ' said Kalliope. 'Richard came last night, and he let herknow what we had kept from her; but she is calmer now. '

'Then your brother Richard is here. '

'Yes; he is gone up to Mr. White's. '

'He is in a solicitor's office, I think. Will he be able toundertake the case?'

'Oh no, no'---the white cheek flushed, and the hand trembled. 'Thereis a Leeds family here, and he is afraid of their finding out that hehas any connection with this matter. He says it would be ruin to hisprospects. '

'Then we must do our best without him, ' Sir Jasper said in a fatherlyvoice, inexpressively comforting to the desolate wounded spirit. 'Iwill not keep you long from your mother, but will you answer me a fewquestions? Your brother tells me---'

She looked up almost radiantly, 'You have seen him?'

'Yes. I saw him yesterday, ' and as she gazed as if the news werewater to a thirsty soul---'he sent his love, and begged his mother andyou to forgive the distress his precipitancy has caused. I did notthink him looking ill; indeed, I think the quiet of his cell isalmost a rest to him, as he makes sure that he can clear himself. '

'Oh, Sir Jasper! how can we ever be grateful enough!'

'Never mind that now, only tell me what is needful, for time isshort. Your brother sent these notes in their own envelope, hesays. '

'Yes, a very dirty one. I did not open it or see them, but enclosedit in one of my own, and sent it by my youngest brother, Petros. '

'How was yours addressed?'

'Francis Stebbing, Esq. , Marble Works; and I put in a note inexplanation. '

'Is the son's name likewise Francis?'

'Francis James. '

'Petros delivered it?'

'Yes, certainly. '

Here they were interrupted by Maura's stealing timidly in with themessage that poor mamma had heard that Sir Jasper was here, and wouldhe be so very good as to come up for one minute and speak to her. 

'It is asking a great deal, ' said Kalliope, 'but it would be verykind, and it might ease her mind. '

He was taken to the poor little bedroom full of oppressiveatmosphere, though the window was open to relieve the labouringbreath. It seemed absolutely filled with the enormous figure of thepoor dropsical woman with white ghastly face, sitting pillowed up, incapable of lying down. 

'Oh, so good! so angelic!' she gasped. 

'I am sorry to see you so ill, Mrs. White. '

'Ah! 'tis dying I am, Colonel Merrifield---begging your pardon, butthe sight of you brings back the times when my poor captain wasliving, and I was the happy woman. 'Tis the thought of my poororphans that is vexing me, leaving them as I am in a strange landwhere their own flesh and blood is unnatural to them, ' she cried, trying to clasp her swollen hands, in the excitement that brought outthe Irish substructure of her nature. 'Ah, Colonel dear, you'll bearin mind their father that would have died for you, and be good tothem. '

'Indeed, I hope to do what I can for them. '

'They are good children, Sir Jasper, all of them, even the poor boythat is in trouble out of the very warmth of his heart; but 'tisRichard who would be the credit to you, if you would lend him thehelping hand. Where is the boy, Kally?'

'He is gone to call on Mr. White. '

'Ah! and you'll say a good word for him with his cousin, ' shepleaded, 'and say how 'tis no discredit to him if things are laid onhis poor brother that he never did. '

The poor woman was evidently more anxious to bespeak patronage forher first-born, the pride and darling of her heart, than for thosewho might be thought to need it more, but she became confused andagitated when she thought of Alexis, declaring that the poor boymight have been hasty, and have disgraced himself, but it was hard, very hard, if they swore away his liberty, and she never saw himmore, and she broke into distressing sobs. Sir Jasper, in a decidedvoice, assured her that he expected with confidence that her sonwould be freed the next day, and able to come to see her. 

'It's the blessing of a dying mother will be on you, Colonel dear!Oh! bring him back, that his mother's eyes may rest on the boy thathas always been dutiful. No---no, Dick, I tell you 'tis no disgraceto wear the coat his father wore. ' Wandering was beginning, and shewas in no condition for Kalliope to leave her. The communicativeMaura, who went downstairs with him, said that Richard was so angryabout Alexis that it had upset poor mamma sadly. And could Alexiscome?' she asked, 'even when he is cleared?'

'I will ask for furlough for him. '

'Oh! thank you---that would do mamma more good than anything. She isso fond of Richard, he is her favourite, but Alexis is the real helpand comfort. '

'I can quite believe so. And now will you tell me where I shall findyour brother who took the letter, Peter or Petros?'

'Petros is his name, but the boys call him Peter. He is at school---the Bellevue National School---up that street. '

Repairing to that imposing building, Sir Jasper knocked at the door, and sent in his card by an astonished pupil-teacher with a request tothe master that he might speak to Petros White, waiting in the porchtill a handsome little fellow appeared, stouter, rosier, and moreEnglish looking than the others of his family, but very dusty, andrather scared. 

'You don't remember me, ' said Sir Jasper, 'but I was your father'scolonel, and I want to find some way of helping your brother. Yoursister tells me she gave you a letter to carry to Mr. Stebbing. '

'Yes, sir. '

'Where did you take it?'

'To his house, Carrara. '

'Was it not directed to the Marble Works?'

'Yes, but---'

'But what? Speak out, my man. '

'At the gate Blake, the porter, was very savage, and would not let usin. He said he would have no boys loafing about, we had done harmenough for one while, and he would set his dog at us. '

'Then you did not give him the letter?'

'No. I wouldn't after the way he pitched into me. I didn't know ifhe would give it. And he wouldn't hear a word, so we went up toRockstone to the house. '

'Whom did you give it to there?'

'I dropped it into the slit in the door. '

'You only told your sister that you delivered it. '

'Yes, sir. Theodore said I must not tell sister; it would only vexher more to hear how every one pitches into us, right and left, ' hesaid, with trembling lip. 

'Is Theodore your next brother?'

'Yes sir. '

'Was he with you?'

'No; it was Sydney Grove. '

'Is he here? Or---Did any one else see you leave the letter?'

'Mr. Stebbing's son---the young one, George, was in the drive andslanged us for not going to the back door. '

'That is important. Thank you, my boy. Give my---my compliments toyour master, and ask him to be kind enough to spare this Sydney Groveto me for a few moments. '

This proved to be an amphibious-looking boy, older and rougher thanPetros, and evidently his friend and champion. He was much less shy, and spoke out boldly, saying how he had gone with little Peter, andthe porter had rowed them downright shameful, but it was nothing tothat there young Stebbing ordering them out of the grounds for acouple of beastly cads, after no good. He (Grove) had a good mind toha' give 'un a good warming, only 'twas school time, and they waslate as it was. Everybody was down upon the Whites, and it was ashame when they hadn't done nothing, and he didn't see as they wasstuck up, not he. 

Sir Jasper made a note of Master Grove's residence, and requested aninterview with the master, from whom he obtained an excellentcharacter of both the Whites, especially Theodore. The masterlamented that this affair of their brother should have given a handleagainst them, for he wanted the services of the elder one as amonitor, eventually as a pupil-teacher, but did not know whether thechoice would be advisable under the present circumstances. The boys'superiority made them unpopular, and excited jealousy among a certainset, though they were perfectly inoffensive, and they had much to gothrough in consequence of the suspicion that had fallen on theirbrother. Petros and Sydney should have leave from school whenevertheir testimony was wanted. 

As Sir Jasper walked down the street, his elder sister-in-law emergedfrom a tamarisk-flanked gateway. 'This is our new abode, Jasper, 'she said. 'Come in and see what you think of it! Well, have you hadany success?'

He explained how the letter could be traced to Mr. Stebbing's house, and then consulted her whether to let all come out at the examinationbefore the magistrates, or to induce the Stebbings to drop theprosecution. 

'It would serve them right if it all came out in public, ' she said. 

'But would it be well?'

'One must not be vindictive! And to drag poor Kalliope to Avoncesterwould be a dreadful business in her mother's state. Besides, FrankStebbing is young, and it may be fair to give them a chance ofhushing it up. I ought to be satisfied with clearing Alexis. '

'Then I will go to the house. When shall I be likely to find Mr. Stebbing!'

'Just after luncheon, I should say. '

'And shall I take the lawyer?'

'I should say not. If they hope to keep the thing secret, they willbe the more amenable, but you should have the two boys within reach. Let us ask for them to come up after their dinner to Beechcroft. No, it must not be to dinner. Petros must not be sent to the kitchen, and Ada would expire if the other came to us! Now, do you like tosee your house? Here is Macrae dying to see you. '

The old soldier had changed his quarters too often to be keenlyinterested in any temporary abode, provided it would hold therequisite amount of children, and had a pleasant sitting-room for hisLily, but he inspected politely and gratefully, and had a warmlyaffectionate interview with Macrae, who had just arrived with a greatconvoy of needfuls from Silverfold, and who undertook to bring up andguard the two boys from any further impertinences that might exciteMaster Grove's pugnacity. 

It was a beautiful day, of the lamb-like entrance weather of March, and on the way home Miss Adeline was met taking advantage of thenoontide sunshine to exchange her book at the library, 'where, ' shesaid, 'I found Mr. White reading the papers, so I asked him to meetJasper at luncheon, thinking that may be useful. '

If Sir Jasper would rather have managed matters by himself, heforebore to say so, and he got on very well with Mr. White onsubjects of interest, but, to the ladies' vexation, he waited to bealone before he began, 'I have come down to see what can be done forthis poor young man, Mr. White, a connection of yours, I believe. 

'A bad business, Sir Jasper, a bad business. '

'I am sorry to hear you say so. I have seen a great deal of servicewith his father, and esteemed him very highly---'

'Ay, ay, very likely. I had a young man's differences with mycousin, as lads will fall out, but there was the making of a finefellow in him. But it was the wife, bringing in that Greek taint, worse even than the Italian, so that there's no believing a word outof any of their mouths. '

'Well, the schoolmaster has just given me a high character of theyounger one, for truthfulness especially. '

'All art, Sir Jasper, all art. They are deeper than your commonEnglish sort, and act it out better. I'll just give you an instanceor two. That eldest son has been with me just now, a smart youngchap, who swears he has been keeping his mother all this time---he haswritten to me often enough for help to do so. On the other hand, thelittle sister tells me, "Mamma always wants money to send to poorRichard. " Then again, Miss Mohun assures me that the elder one vowsthat she never encouraged Frank Stebbing for a moment, and to hismother's certain knowledge she is keeping up the correspondence. '

'Indeed, ' said Sir Jasper. 'And may I ask what is your opinion as tothis charge? I never knew a young man enlist with fifteen pounds inhis pocket. '

'Spent it by the way, sir. Ran through it at billiards. Nothingmore probable; it is the way with those sober-looking lads whensomething upsets them. Then when luck went against him, enlisted outof despair. Sister, like all women, ready to lie through thick andthin to save him, most likely even on oath. '

'However, ' said Sir Jasper, 'I can produce independent witness thatthe youngest boy set off with the letter for the office, and theporter not admitting him, carried it to the house. '

'What became of it then?'

'Mr. Stebbing will have to answer that. I propose to lay theevidence before him in his own house, so that he may make inquiry, and perhaps find it, and drop the prosecution. Will you come withme?'

'Certainly, Sir Jasper. I should be very glad to think as you do. Icame prepared to act kindly by these children, the only relations Ihave in the world; but I confess that what I have seen and heard hasmade me fear that they, at least the elder ones, are intriguing andundeserving. I should be glad of any proof to the contrary. '

Carrara was not far off, and they were just in time to catch Mr. Stebbing in his arm-chair, looking over his newspaper, beforerepairing to his office. Mrs. Stebbing stood up, half-flattered, half-fluttered, at the call of this stately gentleman, and wasscarcely prepared to hear him say---

'I have come down about this affair of young White's. His father wasmy friend and brother-officer, and I am very anxious about him. '

'I have been greatly disappointed in those young people, Sir Jasper, 'said Mr. Stebbing uneasily. 

'I understand that you are intending to prosecute Alexis White forthe disappearance of the fifteen pounds he received on behalf of thefirm. '

'Exactly so, Sir Jasper. There's no doubt that the carter, Field, handed it to him; he acknowledges as much, but he would have usbelieve that after running away with it, he returned it to his sisterto send to me. Where is it? I ask. '

'Yes, ' put in Mrs. Stebbing, 'and the girl, the little one, changed afive-pound note at Glover's. '

'I can account for that, ' said Mr. White, with somewhat of an effort. 'I gave her one for her sister, and charged them not to mention it. '

He certainly seemed ashamed to mention it before those who accountedit a weakness; and Sir Jasper broke the silence by proposing toproduce his witnesses. 

'Really, Sir Jasper, this should be left for the court, ' said Mr. Stebbing. 

'It might be well to settle the matter in private, without draggingMiss White into Avoncester away from her dying mother. '

'Those things are so exaggerated, ' said the lady. 

'I have seen her, ' said Sir Jasper gravely. 

'May I ask who these witnesses are?' demanded Mr. Stebbing. 

'Two are waiting here---the messenger and his companion. Another isyour porter at the marble works, and the fourth is your youngestson. '

This caused a sensation, and Mrs. Stebbing began---

'I am sure I can't tell what you mean, Sir Jasper. '

'Is he in the house?'

'Yes; he has a bad cold. '

Mrs. Stebbing opened the door and called 'George, ' and on the boy'sappearance, Sir Jasper asked him---

'Do you remember the morning of the 17th of last month---three daysafter the accident? I want to know whether you saw any one in theapproach to the house. '

'I don't know what day it was, ' said the boy, somewhat sulkily. 

'You did see some one, and warned them off!'

'I saw two little ca---two boys out of the town on the front doorsteps. '

'Did you know them?'

'No---that is to say, one was a fisherman's boy. '

'And the other?'

'I thought he belonged to the lot of Whites. '

'Should you know them again?'

'I suppose so. '

'Will you excuse me, and I will call them into the hall?' said SirJasper. 

This was effected, and Master George had to identify the boys, afterwhich Sir Jasper elicited that Petros had seen the dirty envelopecome out of his brother's letter, and that his sister had put it intoanother, which she addressed as he described, and gave into hischarge to deliver. Then came the account of the way he had beenrefused admittance by the porter. 

'Why didn't you give him the letter?' demanded Mr. Stebbing. 

'Catch us, ' responded Sydney Grove, rejoiced at the opportunity, 'when what we got was, "Get out, you young rascals!"'

Petros more discreetly added---

'My sister wanted it to be given to Mr. Stebbing, so we went up tothe house to wait for him, but it got late for school, and I saw thepostman drop the letters into the slit in the door, so I thought thatwould be all right. '

'Did you see him do so?' asked Sir Jasper of the independent witness. 

'Yes, sir, and he there'---pointing to George---'saw it too, and---'

'Did you?'

'Ay, and thought it like their impudence. '

'That will do, my boys, ' said Sir Jasper. 'Now run away. '

Mr. White put something into each paw as the door was opened and thepair made their exit. 

If Sir Jasper acted as advocate, Mr. White seemed to take theposition of judge. 

'There can be no doubt, ' he said, 'that the letter containing thenotes reached this house. '

'No, ' said Mr. Stebbing hotly. 'Why was I not told? Who cleared theletter-box?'

It was the page's business, but to remember any particular letter onany particular day was quite beyond him, and he only stared wildlyand said, 'Dun no, ' on which he was dismissed to the lower regions. 

'The address was "Francis Stebbing, Esq. , "' said Sir Jaspermeditatively, perhaps like a spider pulling his cord. 'Francis---yourson's name. Can he---'

'Mr. White, I'll thank you to take care what you say of my son!'exclaimed Mrs. Stebbing; but there was a blank look of alarm on thefather's face. 

'Where is he?' asked Mr. White. 

'He may be able to explain'---courtesy and pity made the General add. 

'No, no, ' burst out the mother. 'He knows nothing of it. Mr. Stebbing, can't you stand up for your own son?'

'Perhaps, ' began the poor man, his tone faltering with a terribleanxiety, but his wife exclaimed hastily---

'He never saw nor heard of it. I put it in the fire. '

There was a general hush, broken by Mr. Stebbing saying slowly---

'You---put---it---in---the---fire. '

'Yes; I saw those disreputable-looking boys put it into the box. Iwasn't going to have that bold girl sending billy-doos on the sly tomy son. '

'Under these circumstances, ' drily said Sir Jasper, 'I presume thatyou will think it expedient to withdraw the prosecution. '

'Certainly, certainly, ' said Mr. Stebbing, in the tone of onedelivered from great alarm. 'I will write at once to my solicitor atAvoncester. ' Then turning on his wife, 'How was it that I neverheard this before, and you let me go and make a fool of myself?'

'How was I to know, Mr. Stebbing? You started off without a word tome, and all you told me when you came back was that the young mansaid he had posted the letter to his sister. I should like to knowwhy he could not send it himself to the proper place!'

'Well, Mrs. Stebbing, ' said her husband, 'I hope it will be a lessonto you against making free with other people's letters. '

She tossed her head, and was about to retire, when Sir Jasper said---

'Before leaving us, madam, in justice to my old friend's daughter, Ishould be much obliged if you would let me know your grounds forbelieving the letter to be what you say. '

'Why---why, Sir Jasper, it has been going on this year or more! Shehas perfectly infatuated the poor boy. '

'I am not asking about your son's sentiments but can you adduce anyproof of their being encouraged!'

'Sir Jasper! a young man doesn't go on in that way withoutencouragement. '

'What encouragement can you prove?'

'Didn't I surprise a letter from her---?'

'Well'---checked the tone of triumphant conviction. 

'A refusal, yes, but we all know what that means, and that there musthave been something to lead to it'---and as there was an unconvincedsilence---'Besides---oh, why, every one knew of her arts. You did, Mr. Stebbing, and of poor Frank's infatuation. It was the reason of herdismissal. '

'I knew what you told me, Mrs. Stebbing, ' he answered grimly, not atall inclined to support her at this moment of anger. 'I am sure Iwish I had never listened to you. I never saw anything amiss in thegirl's behaviour, and they are all at sixes and sevens without her atthe mosaic work---though she is only absent from her mother's illnessat present. '

'You! of course she would not show her goings on before you, said thelady. 

'Is Master Frank in the house?' put in Mr. White; 'I should like toput the question before him. '

'You can't expect a young man to make mortifying admissions, 'exclaimed the mother, and as she saw smiles in answer she added, 'Ofcourse, the girl has played the modest and proper throughout! Thatwas her art, to draw him on, till he did not know what he was about. '

'Setting aside the supposed purpose, ' said Sir Jasper, 'you admit, Mrs. Stebbing, that of your own knowledge, Miss White has neverencouraged your son's attentions. '

'N---no; but we all know what those girls are. '

'Fatherless and unprotected, ' said Sir Jasper, 'dependent on theirown character and exertion, and therefore in especial need of kindconstruction. Good morning, Mrs. Stebbing; I have learnt all that Iwish to know. '

Overpowered, but not convinced, Mrs. Stebbing saw her visitorsdepart. 

'And I hope her husband will give it to her well, ' said Mr. White, asthey left the house. 

They looked in at Beechcroft Cottage with the tidings. 

'All safe, I see!' cried Miss Jane. 'Is the money found?'

'No; Mrs. Stebbing burnt it, under the impression that it was a love-letter, ' drily said Sir Jasper. 

Miss Mohun led the way in the hearty fit of laughter, to which thegentlemen gave way the more heartily for recent suppression; and Mr. White added---

'I assure you, it was as good as a play to hear Sir Jasper worm itout. One would think he had been bred a lawyer. '

'And now, ' said the General, 'I must go and relieve that poor girl'ssuspense. '

'I will come with you, ' volunteered Mr. White. 'I fully believe thatshe is a good girl, though this business and Master Richard'sapplications staggered me; and this soldier fellow must be an ass ifhe is not a scamp. '

'Scarcely that, I think, ' said Miss Adelaide, with her pleadingsmile. 

'Well, discipline will be as good for him as for his father, ' saidMr. White. 'He has done for himself, but that was a nice little ladthat you had up---too good for a common national school. '

Wherewith they departed, and found that Kalliope must have been onthe watch, for she ran down to open the door to them, and thegladness which irradiated her face as Sir Jasper's first 'All right, 'lighted up her features, which were so unlike the shop-girlprettiness that Mr. White expected as quite to startle him. 

Richard was in the parlour in a cloud of smoke, and began to do thehonours. 

'Our acknowledgments are truly due to Sir Jasper. Mr. White, we aremuch honoured. Pray be seated, please to excuse---'

They paid little attention to him, while Sir Jasper told as much tohis sister as could well be explained as to the fate of her envelope, and added---

'You will not be wanted at Avoncester, as the case will not come on. I shall go and see all safe, then on to town, but I mean to see yourbrother's commanding officer, and you may tell your mother that Ihave no doubt that he will be allowed a furlough. '

'But, Sir Jasper' broke in Richard, 'I beg your pardon; but there isa family from Leeds at Bellevue, the Nortons, and imagine what itwould be if they reported me as connected with a common privatesoldier, just out of prison too!'

'Let him come to me then, ' exclaimed Mr. White. 

In spite of appearances of disgust, Richard took the invitation tohimself, and looked amiable and gratified. 

'Thank you, Mr. White, that will obviate the difficulty. When shallI move up?'

'You, sir? Did you think I meant you?' said Mr. White contemptuously. 'No; I prefer a fool to a knave!'

'Mr. White, ' interposed Sir Jasper, 'whatever you may have to say toRichard White, consider his sister. Or had you not better report oursuccess to your mother, my dear?'

'One moment, ' said Mr. White. 'Tell me, young lady, if you do notobject, what assistance have you ever received from me. '

'You have most kindly employed us, and paid for Maura's education, 'said Kalliope. 

'Is that all? Has nothing been transmitted through this brother?'

'I do not understand, ' said Kalliope, trembling, as Richard scowledat her. 

'Sir, ' said he, 'I always intended, but unforeseen circumstances---'

'That's enough for the present, sir, ' said Mr. White. 'I have heardall I wish, and more too. '

'Sir, ' said Kalliope, still trembling, 'indeed, Richard is a kind sonand brother. My mother is much attached to him. I am generally outall day, and it is quite possible that she did not tell me all thatpassed between them, as she knew that I did not like you to beapplied to. '

'That will do, my dear, ' said Mr. White. 'I don't want to say anymore about it. You shall have your brother to-morrow, if Sir Jaspercan manage it. I will bring him back to Rockstone as my guest, sothat his brother need not be molested with his company. '

CHAPTER XX. IVINGHOE TERRACE

On an east-windy Friday afternoon Valetta and Fergus were in acrowning state of ecstasy. Rigdum Funnidos was in a hutch in thesmall garden under the cliff, Begum and two small gray kittens werein a basket under the kitchen stairs, Aga was purring undereverybody's feet, Cocky was turning out the guard upon his perch---inshort, Il Lido was made as like Silverfold as circumstances wouldpermit. Aunt Ada with Miss Vincent was sitting on the sofa in thedrawing-room, with a newly-worked cosy, like a giant's fez, over theteapot, and Valetta's crewel cushion fully displayed. She waspatiently enduring a rush in and out of the room of both children andQuiz once every minute, and had only requested that it should not bemore than once, and that the door should neither be slammed nor leftopen. 

Macrae and the Silverfold carriage were actually gone to the station, and, oh! oh! oh! here it really was with papa on the box, and heapsof luggage, and here were Primrose and Gillian and mamma and Mrs. Halfpenny, all emerging one after another, and Primrose, looking---ohdear! more like a schoolroom than a nursery girl---such a great pieceof black leg below the little crimson skirt; but the dear little faceas plump as ever. 

That was the first apparent fact after the disengaging from thegeneral embrace, when all had subsided into different seats, and AuntJane, who had appeared from somewhere in her little round sealskinhat, had begun to pour out the tea. The first sentence that emergedfrom the melee of greetings and intelligence was---

'Fly met her mother at the station; how well she looks!'

'Then Victoria came down with you?'

'Yes; I am glad we went to her. I really do like her very much. '

Then Primrose and Valetta varied the scene by each laying a kitten intheir mother's lap; and Begum, jumping after her progeny, brushedLady Merrifield's face with her bushy tail, interrupting theinformation about names. 

'Come, children, ' said Sir Jasper, 'that's enough; take away thecats. ' It was kindly said, but it was plain that liberties withmamma would not continue before him. 

'The Whites?' was Gillian's question, as she pressed up to Aunt Jane. 

'Poor Mrs. White died the night before last, ' was the return. 'Ihave just come from Kally. She is in a stunned state now---actuallytoo busy to think and feel, for the funeral must be to-morrow. '

Sir Jasper heard, and came to ask further questions. 

'She saw Alexis, ' went on Miss Mohun. 'They dressed him in his ownclothes, and she seemed greatly satisfied when he came to sit by her, and had forgotten all that went before. However, the end came verysuddenly at last, and all those poor children show their southernnature in tremendous outbursts of grief---all except Kalliope, whoseems not to venture on giving way, will not talk, or be comforted, and is, as it were, dried up for the present. The big brothers giveway quite as much as the children, in gusts, that is to say. PoorAlexis reproaches himself with having hastened it, and I am afraidhis brother does not spare him. But Mr. White has bought hisdischarge. '

'You don't mean it. '

'Yes; whether it was the contrast between Alexis's air of refinementand his private soldier's turn-out, or the poor fellow's patience andsubmission, or the brother's horrid behaviour to him, Mr. White hastaken him up, and bought him out. '

'All because of Richard's brutal speech. That is good! Though Iconfess I should have let the lad have at least a year's disciplinefor his own good, since he had put himself into it; but I can't besorry. There is something engaging about the boy. '

'And Mr. White is the right man to dispose of them. '

No more passed, for here were the children eager and important, doingthe honours of the new house, and intensely happy at the sense ofhome, which with them depended more on persons than on place. 

One schoolroom again, ' said Mysie. 'One again with Val and Prim andMiss Vincent. Oh, it is happiness!'

Even Mrs. Halfpenny was a delightful sight, perhaps the more so thather rightful dominion was over; the nursery was no more, and she wasonly to preside in the workroom, be generally useful, wait on mylady, and look after Primrose as far as was needful. 

The bustle and excitement of settling in prevented much thought ofthe Whites, even from Gillian, during that evening and the nextmorning; and she was ashamed of her own oblivion of her friend in thenew current of ideas, when she found that her father meant to attendthe funeral out of respect to his old fellow-soldier. 

Rockquay had outgrown its churchyard, and had a cemetery half a mileoff, so that people had to go in carriages. Mr. White had madehimself responsible for expenses, and thus things were not so utterlydreary as poverty might have made them. It was a dreary, gusty Marchday, with driving rushes of rain, which had played wildly withGillian's waterproof while she was getting such blossoms andevergreen leaves as her aunt's garden afforded, not out of love forthe poor Queen of the White Ants herself, but thinking the attentionmight gratify the daughters; and her elders moralised a little on theuse and abuse of wreaths, and how the manifestation of tenderaffection and respect had in many cases been imitated in empty andexpensive compliment. 

'The world spoils everything with its coarse finger, ' said LadyMerrifield. 

'I hope the custom will not be exaggerated altogether out offashion, ' said Jane. 'It is a real comfort to poor little childrenat funerals to have one to carry, and it is as Mrs. Gaskell'sMargaret said of mourning, something to prevent settling to doingnothing but crying; besides that afterwards there is a wholesomesweetness in thus keeping up the memory. '

Sir Jasper shared a carriage with Mr. White, and returned somewhatwet and very cold, and saying that it had been sadly bleak andwretched for the poor young people, who stood trembling, so far as hecould see; and he was anxious to know how the poor girls were afterit. It had seemed to him as if Kalliope could scarcely stand. Heproved to be right. Kalliope had said nothing, not weptdemonstratively, perhaps not at all; but when the carriage stopped atthe door, she proved to be sunk back in her corner in a dead faint. She was very long in reviving, and no sooner tried to move than sheswooned again, and this time it lasted so long that the doctor wassent for. Miss Mohun arrived just as he had partially restored her, and they had a conversation. 

'They must get that poor girl to bed as soon as it is possible toundress her, ' he said. 'I have seen that she must break down sooneror later, and I'm afraid she is in for a serious illness; but as yetthere is no knowing. '

Nursing was not among Jane's accomplishments, except of her sisterAda's chronic, though not severe ailments; but she fetched Mrs. Halfpenny as the most effective person within reach, trusting to thatgood woman's Scotch height, strong arms, great decision, and thetenderness which real illness always elicited. 

Nor was she wrong. Not only did Mrs. Halfpenny get the half-unconscious girl into bed, but she stayed till evening, and then cameback to snatch a meal and say---

'My leddy, if you have no objection, I will sit up with that puirlassie the night. They are all men-folk or bairns there, except thelodger-lady, who is worn out with helping the mother, and they wantsome one with a head on her shoulders. '

Lady Merrifield consented with all her heart; but the Sundaymorning's report was no better, when Mrs. Halfpenny came home todress Primrose, and see her lady. 

'That eldest brother, set him up, the idle loon, was off by the mailtrain that night, and naething wad serve him but to come in and bidgood-bye to his sister just as I had gotten her off into somethingmore like a sleep. It startled her up, and she went off her headagain, poor dearie, and began to talk about prison and disgrace, andwhat not, till she fainted again; and when she came to, I was fain tocall the other lad to pacify her, for I could see the trouble in herpuir een, though she could scarce win breath to speak. '

'Is Alexis there?'

'Surely he is, my leddy; he's no the lad to leave his sister in sic astrait. It was all I could do to gar him lie down when she dozed offagain, but there's sair stress setting in for all of them, puirthings. I have sent the little laddie off to beg the doctor to lookin as soon as he can, for I am much mistaken if there be not fevercoming on. '

'Indeed! And what can those poor children do?'

'That's what I'm thinking, my leddy. And since 'tis your pleasurethat the nursery be done awa' wi', and I have not ta'en any freshwork, I should like weel to see the puir lassie through wi' it. Ye'll no mind that Captain White and my puir Halfpenny listed thesame time, and always forgathered as became douce lads. The twa ofthem got their stripes thegither, and when Halfpenny got hissunstroke in that weary march, 'twas White who gave him his last supof water, and brought me his bit Bible. So I'd be fain to tend hisdaughter in her sickness, if you could spare me, my leddy, and I'daye rin home to dress Missie Primrose and pit her to bed, and see tomatters here. '

'There's no better nurse in the world, dear old Halfpenny, ' said LadyMerrifield, with tears in her eyes. 'I do feel most thankful to youfor proposing it. Never mind about Primrose, only you must have yourmeals and a good rest here, and not knock yourself up. '

Mrs. Halfpenny smiled grimly at the notion of her being soonerknocked up than a steam-engine. Dr. Dagger entirely confirmed heropinion that poor Kalliope was likely to have a serious illness, lownervous fever, and failing action of the heart, no doubt from thesevere strain that she had undergone, more or less, for many months, and latterly fearfully enhanced by her mother's illness, and theshock and suspense about Alexis, all borne under the necessity ofexternal composure and calmness, so that even Mrs. Lee had neverentirely understood how much it cost her. The doctor did notapprehend extreme danger to one young and healthy, but he thoughtmuch would depend on good nursing, and on absolute protection fromany sort of excitement, so that such care as Mrs. Halfpenny's wasinvaluable, since she was well known to be a dove to a patient, but adragon to all outsiders. 

Every one around grieved at having done so little to lighten theseburthens, and having even increased them, her brother Alexis aboveall; but on the other hand, he was the only person who was of any useto her, or was suffered to approach her, since his touch and voicecalmed the recurring distress, lest he were still in prison anddanger. 

Alexis went back dutifully on the Monday morning to his post at theworks. The young man was much changed by his fortnight'sexperiences, or rather he had been cured of a temporary fit ofdistraction, and returned to his better self. How many discussionshis friends held about him cannot be recorded, but after aconversation with Mr. Flight, with whom he was really more unreservedthan any other being except Kalliope, this was the understanding atwhich Miss Mohun and Lady Merrifield arrived as to his nature andcharacter. 

Refined, studious, and sensitive, thoroughly religious-minded, and ofa high tone of thought, his aspirations had been blighted by hisfather's death, his brother's selfishness, and his mother'sfavouritism. In a brave spirit of self-abnegation, he had turned tothe uncongenial employment set before him for the sake of his family, and which was rendered specially trying by the dislike of his fellowsto 'the gentleman cove, ' and the jealousy of the Stebbings. Alikefor his religious and his refined habits he had suffered patiently, as Mr. Flight had always known more or less, and now bore testimony. The curate, who had opened to him the first door of hope and comfort, had in these weeks begun to see that the apparent fitfulness of hiskindness had been unsettling. 

Then came the brief dream of felicity excited by Gillian and thedarkness of its extinction, just as Frank Stebbing's failure and thenear approach of Mr. White had made the malice of his immediatesuperiors render his situation more intolerable than ever. There wasthe added sting of self-reproach for his presumption towards Gillian, and the neglect caused by his fit of low spirits. Such a sensitivebeing, in early youth, wearied and goaded on all sides, mightprobably have persevered through the darkness till daylight came; butthe catastrophe, the dismissal, and the perception that he could onlydefend himself at the expense of his idol's little brother, allexaggerated by youthful imagination, were too much for his balance ofjudgment, and he fled without giving himself time to realise how muchworse he made it for those he left behind him. 

Of course he perceived it all now, and the more bitterly from hissister's wanderings, but the morbid exaggeration was gone. Theactual taste of a recruit's life had shown him that there were worsethings than employment at the quarries with his home awaiting him, and his cell had been a place of thought and recovery of his senses. He had never seriously expected conviction, and Sir Jasper's visithad given him a spring of hopeful resignation, in which thoughtsstirred of doing his duty, and winning his way after his father'sexample, and taking the trials of his military life as the just crossof his wrong-doing in entering it. 

His liberation and Mr. White's kindness had not altered this frame. He was too unhappy to feel his residence in the great house anythingbut a restraint; he could not help believing that he had hastened hismother's death, and could only bow his head meekly under hisbrother's reproaches, alike for that and for his folly and imprudenceand the disgrace he had brought on the family. 

'And now you'll, be currying favour and cutting out every one else, 'had been a sting which added fresh force to Alexis's desire to escapefrom his kinsman's house to sleep at home as soon as his brother hadgone; and Richard had seen enough of Sir Jasper and of Mr. White tobe anxious to return to his office at Leeds as soon as possible, andto regulate his affairs beyond their reach. 

Alexis knew that he had avoided a duty in not working out his threemonths' term, and likewise that his earnings were necessary to thefamily all the more for his sister being laid aside. He knew that hehardly deserved to resume his post, and he merely asked permission soto do, and it was granted at once, but curtly and coldly. 

Mr. Flight had asked if he had not found the going among the otherclerks very trying. 

'I had other things to think of, ' said Alexis sadly, then recallinghimself. 'Yes; Jones did sneer a little, but the others stoppedthat. They knew I was down, you see. '

'And you mean to go on?'

'If I may. That, and for my sister to get better, is all I can dareto hope. My madness and selfishness have shown me unworthy of allthat I once dreamt of. '

In that resolution it was assuredly best to leave him, only givinghim such encouragement and sympathy as might prevent that moredangerous reaction of giving up all better things; and Sir Jasperimpressed on Mr. Flight, the only friend who could have aided him infulfilling his former aspirations, that Mr. White had in a mannerpurchased the youth by buying his discharge, and that interferencewould not only be inexpedient, but unjust. The young clergymanchafed a little over not being allowed to atone for his neglect; butSir Jasper was not a person to be easily gainsayed. Nor could therebe any doubt that Mr. White was a good man, though in general so muchinclined to reserve his hand that his actions were apt to take peopleby surprise at last, as they had never guessed his intentions, and hehad a way of sucking people's brains without in the least lettingthem know what use he meant to make of their information. Themeasures he was taking for the temporal, intellectual, and spiritualwelfare of the people at the works would hardly have been knownexcept for the murmurs of Mrs. Stebbing, although, without theirknowing what he was about with them, Mr. Stebbing himself, Mr. Hablot, Miss Mohun, to say nothing of Alexis, the foremen and the menand their wives, had given him the groundwork of his reforms. Meantime, he came daily to inquire for Kalliope, and lavished on herall that could be an alleviation, greatly offending Mrs. Halfpenny bycontinually proffering the services of a hospital nurse. 

'A silly tawpie that would be mair trouble than half a dozen sick, 'as she chose to declare. 

She was a born autocrat, and ruled as absolutely in No. L as in hernursery, ordering off the three young ones to their schools, in spiteof Maura's remonstrances and appeals to Lady Merrifield, who agreedwith nurse that the girl was much better away and occupied than whereshe could be of very little use. 

Indeed, Mrs. Halfpenny banished every one from the room except Mrs. Lee and Alexis, whom she would allow to take her place, while shestalked to Il Lido for her meals, and the duties she would not drop. As to rest, she always, in times of sickness, seemed to be made ofcast iron, and if she ever slept at all, it was in a chair, whileAlexis sat by his sister in the evening. 

The fever never ran very high, but constant vigilance was wanted fromthe extreme exhaustion and faintness. There was no violent delirium, but more of delusion and distress; nor was it easy to tell when shewas conscious or otherwise, for she hardly spoke, and as yet thedoctor forbade any attempt to rouse her more than was absolutelyneedful. They were only to give nourishment, watch her, and bepatient. 

A few months ago Gillian would have fussed herself into a franticstate of anxiety and self-reproach, but her parents, when her motherhad once heard as much outpouring as she thought expedient, would notpermit what Sir Jasper called 'perpetual harping. '

'You have to do your duties all the same, and not worry your motherand all the family with your feelings, ' he said. She thought it veryunkind, and went away crying. 

'Nobody could hinder her from thinking about Kalliope, ' she said toherself, and think she did at her prayers, and when the bulletinscame in, but the embargo on discussion prevented her from being soabsolutely engrossed, as in weaker hands she might have been, andthere was a great deal going on to claim her attention. For onething, the results of the Cambridge Examination showed that whileEmma Norton and a few others had passed triumphantly, she had failed, and conscience carried her back to last autumn's disinclination to dojust what Aunt Jane especially recommended. 

She cried bitterly over the failure, for she had a feeling thatsuccess there would redeem her somewhat in her parents' eyes; buthere again she experienced the healing kindness of her father. Hewould not say that he should not have been much pleased by hersuccess, but he said failure that taught her to do her best withoutperverseness was really a benefit; and as arithmetic and mathematicshad been her weakest points, he would work at them with her and Mysiefor an hour every morning. 

It was somewhat formidable, but the girls soon found that what theirfather demanded was application, and that inattention displeased himmuch more than stupidity. His smile, though rare, was one of thesweetest things in the world, and his approbation was delightful, andgave a stimulus to the entire day's doings. Mysie was more than everin dread of being handed over to the Rotherwoods, though her love forpoor Fly and pity for her solitude were so strong. She would havebeen much relieved if she had known what had passed; when the offerwas seriously made, Lord Rotherwood insisted that his wife should doit. 

'Then they will believe in it, ' he said. 

'I do not know why you should say that, ' she returned, alwaysdutifully blinding herself to that which all their intimates knewperfectly well. However, perhaps from having a station and dignityof her own, together with great simplicity, Lady Merrifield had fromher first arrival got on so well with her hostess as not quite toenter into Jane's sarcastic descriptions of her efforts atcordiality; and it was with real warmth that Lady Rotherwood beggedfor Mysie as a permanent companion and adopted sister to Phyllis, whowas to be taken back to London after Easter, and in the meantimespent every possible moment with her cousins. 

Tears at the unkindness to lonely Fly came into Lady Merrifield'seyes as she said---

'I cannot do it, Victoria; I do not think I ought to give away mychild, even if I could. '

'It is not only our feelings, ' added Sir Jasper, 'but it is our dutyto bring up our own child in her natural station; and though we knowshe would learn nothing but good in your family, I cannot think itwell that a girl should acquire habits, and be used to society waysand of life beyond those which she can expect to continue. '

They both cried out at this, Lord Rotherwood with a haltingdeclaration of perfect equality, which his lady seconded, with adexterous reference to connections. 

'We will not put it on rank then, ' said Sir Jasper, 'but on wealth. With you, Maria must become accustomed to much that she could notcontinue, and had better not become natural to her. I know there aregreat advantages to manners and general cultivation in being withyou, and we shall be most thankful to let her pay long visits, and beas much with Phyllis as is consistent with feeling her home with us, but I cannot think it right to do more. '

'But with introductions, ' pleaded Lady Rotherwood, 'she might marrywell. With her family and connections, she would be a match for anyone. '

'I hope so, ' said Sir Jasper; 'but at the same time it would not bewell for her to look on such a marriage as the means of continuingthe habits that would have become second nature. '

'Poor Mysie, ' exclaimed Lord Rotherwood, bursting out laughing at theidea, and at Lady Merrifield's look as she murmured, 'My Mysie!'

'You misunderstand me, ' said the Marchioness composedly. 'I was asfar as possible from proposing marriage as a speculation for her. '

'I know you were, ' said Sir Jasper. 'I know you would deal by Mariaas by your own daughter, and I am very grateful to you, LadyRotherwood, but I can only come back to my old decision, that asProvidence did not place her in your rank of life, she had better notbecome so accustomed to it as to render her own distasteful to her. '

'Exactly what I expected, ' said Lord Rotherwood. 

'Yes, ' returned his wife, with an effort of generosity; 'and Ibelieve you are right, Jasper, though I am sorry for my littlesolitary girl, and I never saw a friend so perfectly suitable for heras your Mysie. '

'They may be friends still, ' said Lord Rotherwood, 'and we will begrateful to you whenever you can spare her to us. '

'Perhaps, ' added Sir Jasper, 'all the more helpful friends for seeingdifferent phases of life. '

'And, said his wife, with one of her warm impulses, 'I do thank you, Victoria, for so loving my Mysie. '

'As if any one could help it, after last winter, ' said that lady, andan impromptu kiss passed between the two mothers, much to theastonishment of the Marquis, who had never seen his lady so movedtowards any one. 

The Merrifields were somewhat on the world, for Sir Jasper, on goingto Silverfold and corresponding with the trustees of the landlord, had found that the place could not be put in a state either of repairor sanitation, such as he approved, without more expense than eitherhe or the trustees thought advisable, and he decided on giving it up, and remaining at Il Lido till he could find something more suitable. 

The children, who had been there during the special homemaking age, bewailed the decision, and were likely always to look back onSilverfold as a sort of Paradise; but the elder ones had been used tochanges from infancy, and had never settled down, and their mothersaid that place was little to her as long as she had her Jasper byher side, and as to the abstract idea of home as a locality, thatwould always be to her under the tulip-tree and by the pond at theOld Court at Beechcroft, just as her abstract idea of church was inthe old family pew, with the carved oak panels, before therestoration, in which she had been the most eager of all. 

Thus a fortnight passed, and then the fever was decidedly wearingoff, but returning at night. Kalliope still lay weak, languid, silent, fainting at any attempt to move her, not apparently able tothink enough to ask how time passed, or to be uneasy about anything, simply accepting the cares given to her, and lying still. Onemorning, however, Alexis arrived in great distress to speak to SirJasper, not that his sister was worse, as he explained, but Richardhad been selling the house. The younger ones at home had nevertroubled themselves as to whose property the three houses in IvinghoeTerrace were. Perhaps Kalliope knew, but she could not be asked; butthe fact was that Captain White had been so lost sight of, that hehad not known that this inheritance had fallen to him under the willof his grandfather, who was imbecile at the time of his flight. Onhis deathbed, the Captain had left the little he owned to his wife, and she had died intestate, as Richard had ascertained before leavinghome, so that he, as eldest son, was heir to the ground. He hadwritten to Kalliope, a letter which Alexis had opened, informing herthat he had arranged to sell the houses to a Mr. Gudgeon, letting tohim their own till the completion of the legal business necessary, and therefore desiring his brothers and sisters to move out withtheir lodgers, if not by Lady Day itself, thus giving only a week'sspare notice, at latest by Old Lady Day. 

'Is he not aware of your sister's state?'

'I do not imagine that he has read the letter that I wrote to him. He was very much displeased with me, and somewhat disposed to beangry at my sister's fainting, and to think that we were all tryingto work on his feelings. He used to be rather fond of Maura, so Itold her to write to him, but he has taken no notice, and he can haveno conception of Kalliope's condition, or he would not have addressedhis letter to her. I came to ask if you would kindly write to himhow impossible it is to move her. '

'You had better get a certificate from Dr. Dagger. Either I or LadyMerrifield will meet him, and see to that. That will serve both tostay him and the purchaser. '

'That is another misfortune. This Gudgeon is the chief officer, orwhatever they call it, of the Salvation Army. I knew they had beenlooking out for a place for a barracks, and could not get one becausealmost everything belongs to Lord Rotherwood or to Mr. White. '

Sir Jasper could only reply that he would see what could be done inthe matter, and that, at any rate, Kalliope should not be disturbed. 

Accordingly Lady Merrifield repaired to Ivinghoe Terrace for thedoctor's visit, and obtained from him the requisite certificate thatthe patient could not be removed at present. He gave it, saying, however, to Lady Merrifield's surprise, that though he did not thinkit would be possible to remove her in a week's time, yet after thathe fully believed that she would have more chance of recoveringfavourably if she could be taken out of the small room and the warmatmosphere beneath the cliffs---though of course all must depend onher state at the time. 

Meantime there was a council of the gentlemen about outbidding theSalvation Army. Lord Rotherwood was spending already as much as hecould afford, in the days of agricultural depression, on theimprovements planned with Mr. White. That individual was too good aman of business to fall, as he said, into the trap, and make apresent to that scamp Richard of more than the worth of the houses, and only Mr. Flight was ready to go to any cost to keep off theSalvation Army; but the answer was curt. Richard knew he had nochance with Mr. White, and did not care to keep terms with him. 

'Mr. Richard White begs to acknowledge the obliging offer of the Rev. Augustine Flight, and regrets that arrangements have so farprogressed with Mr. Gudgeon that he cannot avail himself of it. '

Was this really regret or was the measure out of spite? Only thewidest charity could accept the former suggestion, and even SirJasper Merrifield's brief and severe letter and Dr. Dagger'scertificate did not prevent a letter to Alexis, warning him not tomake their sister's illness a pretext for unreasonable delay. 

What was to be done? Kalliope was still unfit to be consulted oreven informed, and she had been hitherto so entirely the real headand manager of the family that Alexis did not like to make anydecision without her; and even the acceptance of the St. Wulstan'schoristership for Theodore had been put off for her to make it, lookto his outfit, and all that only the woman of the family could do forthem. 

And here they were at a loss for a roof over their heads, and nowhereto bestow the battered old furniture, of which Richard magnanimouslyrenounced his sixth share; while she who had hitherto toiled, thought, managed, and contrived for all the other four, without careof their own, still lay on her bed, sensible indeed and no longerfeverish, but with the perilous failure of heart, renewed by any kindof exertion or excitement, a sudden movement, or a startling sound inthe street; and Mrs. Halfpenny, guarding her as ferociously as ever, and looking capable of murdering any one of her substitutes if theydurst hint a word of their perplexities. Happily she asked noquestions; she was content when allowed to be kissed by the others, and to see they were well. Nature was enforcing repose, and so far"her senses was all as in a dream bound up. " Alexis remembered thatit had been somewhat thus at Leeds, when, after nursing all the rest, she had succumbed to the epidemic; but then the mother had been ableto watch over her, and had been a more effective parent to the restthan she had since become. 

The first practical proposal was Mrs. Lee's. They thought ofreversing the present position, and taking a small house where theirpresent hosts might become their lodgers. Moreover, Miss Mohunclenched the affair about Theodore, and overcame Alexis's scruples, while Lady Merrifield, having once or twice looked in, and beensmiled at and thanked by Kalliope, undertook to prepare her for hisfarewell. 

Alexis and Maura both declared that she would instantly jump up, andwant to begin looking over his socks; but she got no further than---

'Dear boy! It is the sort of thing I always wished for him. Peopleare very good! But his things---'

'Oh yes, dearie, ye need not fash yourself. I've mended them as Isat by you, and packed them all. Lie still. They are all right. '

There was an atmosphere of the Royal Wardours about Mrs. Halfpenny, which was at once congenial and commanding; and Kalliope's mind atonce relinquished the burthen of socks, shirts, and even the elbowsof the outgrown jacket, nor did any of the family ever know how thedeficiencies had been supplied. 

And when Theodore, well admonished, came softly and timidly for theparting kiss, his face quivering all over with the effort at self-control, she lay and smiled; but with a great crystal tear on eachdark eyelash, and her thin transparent fingers softly stroked hischeeks, as the low weak voice said---

'Be a good boy, dear---speak truth. Praise God well. Write; I'llwrite when I am better. '

It was the first time she had spoken of being better, and they toldTheodore to take comfort from it when all the other three walked himup to the station. 

CHAPTER XXI. BEAUTY AND THE BEAST

In the search for a new abode Mrs. Lee was in much difficulty, for itwas needful to be near St. Kenelm's, and the only vacant houseswithin her means were not desirable for the reception of a feebleconvalescent; moreover, Mr. Gudgeon grumbled and inquired, and wasonly withheld by warnings enhanced by the police from carrying thewhole charivari of the Salvation Army along Ivinghoe Terrace onSunday afternoon. 

Perhaps it was this, perhaps it was the fact of having discussed thesituation with the two Miss Mohuns, that made Mr. White say toAlexis, 'There are two rooms ready for your sister, as soon as Daggersays she can be moved safely. The person who nurses her had bettercome with her, and you may as well come back to your old quarters. '

Alexis could hardly believe his ears, but Mr. White waved off allthanks. The Mohun sisters were delighted and triumphant, and Janecame down to talk it over with her elder sister, auguring greatthings from that man who loved to deal in surprises. 

'That is true, ' said Sir Jasper. 

'What does that mean, Jasper?' said his wife. 'It soundssignificant. '

'I certainly should not be amazed if he did further surprise us all. Has it never struck you how that noontide turn of Adeline'scorresponds with his walk home from the reading-room?'

Lady Merrifield looked rather startled, but Jane only laughed, andsaid, 'My dear Jasper, if you only knew Ada as well as I do! Yes, Ihave seen far too many of those little affairs to be taken in bythem. Poor Ada! I know exactly how she looks, but she is onlyflattered, like a pussy-cat waggling the end of its tail---it meansnothing, and never comes to anything. The thing that is likely andhopeful is, that he may adopt those young people as nephews andnieces. '

'Might it not spoil them?' said Lady Merrifield. 

'Oh! I did not mean that. They might work with him still. However, there is no use in settling about that. The only thing to beexpected of him is the unexpected!'

'And the thing to be done, ' added her sister, 'is to see how and whenthat poor girl can be got up to Cliff House. '

To the general surprise, Dr. Dagger wished the transit to take placewithout loss of time. A certain look of resigned consternationcrossed Kalliope's face on being informed of her destiny, but shejustified Mrs. Halfpenny's commendation of her as the maist douce andconformable patient in the world, for she had not energy enough evento plead against anything so formidable, and she had not yet beentold that Ivinghoe Terrace was her home no longer. 

The next day she was wrapped in cloaks and carried downstairs betweenher brother and Mrs. Halfpenny, laid on a mattress in the Merrifieldwaggonette, which went up the hill at a foot's pace, and by the samehands, with her old friend the caretaker's wife going before, wastaken upstairs to a beautiful large room, with a window looking outon vernal sky and sea. She was too much exhausted on her arrival toknow anything but the repose on the fresh comfortable bed, whosewhiteness was almost rivalled by her cheek, and Mrs. Halfpennyordered off Alexis, who was watching her in great anxiety. However, when he came back after his afternoon's work, it was to find that shehad eaten and slept, and now lay, with her eyes open, in quietinterested admiration of a spacious and pleasant bedroom, such as tobe a great novelty to one whose life had been spent in cheap lodginghouses. The rooms had been furnished twenty years before as asurprise intended for the wife who never returned to occupy them, andthough there was nothing extraordinary in them, there was much tocontent the eyes accustomed to something very like squalidness, forhad not Kalliope's lot always been the least desirable chamber in thefamily quarters?

At any rate, from that moment she began to recover, ate withappetite, slept and woke to be interested, and to enjoy Theodore'sletter of description of St. Wulstan's, and even to ask questions. Alexis was ready to dance for joy when she first began really to talkto him; and could not forbear imparting his gladness to the MissMohuns that very evening, as well as to Mr. White, and running downafter dinner with the good news to Maura, Mrs. Lee, and LadyMerrifield. Dinners with Mr. White had, on his first sojourn in thathouse, been a great penance, though there were no superciliousservants, for all the waiting was by the familiar housekeeper, Mrs. Osborne, who had merely added an underling to her establishment onher master's return; but Alexis then had been utterly miserable, feeling guilty and ashamed, as one only endured on sufferance out ofcompassion, because his brother cast him out, and fresh from thesight of his mother's dying bed; a terrible experience altogether, which had entirely burnt out and effaced his foolish fit of romanticcalf-love, and rendered him much more of a man. Now, though not amonth had passed, he seemed to be on a different footing. He wasdoing his work steadily, and the hope of his sister's recovery hadbrightened him. Mr. White had begun to talk to him, to ask himquestions about the doings of the day, and to tell him in return someof his own experiences in Italy, and in the earlier days of the town. Maura came up to see her sister every day, and tranquillised her mindwhen the move was explained, and anxiety as to the transport of alltheir worldly goods began to set in. Mrs. Lee had found a housewhere she could place two bedrooms and a sitting-room at the disposalof the Whites if things were to continue as before, and no hint hadbeen given of any change, or of what was to happen when the threemonths' notice given to Kalliope and Alexis should have expired. 

By the Easter holidays Mrs. Halfpenny began to get rather restless asto the overlooking of the boys' wardrobes; and, indeed, she thoughtso well of her patient's progress as to suggest to Mr. White that thelassie would do very well if she had her sister to be with her in theholidays, and she herself would come up every day to help at thegetting up, for Kalliope was now able to be dressed and to lie on acouch in the dressing-room, where she could look out over the bay, and she had even asked for some knitting. 

'And really, Miss Gillian, you could not do her much harm if you cameup to see her, ' said the despot. 'So you may come this veryafternoon, if ye'll be douce, and not fash her with any of yourcantrips. '

Gillian did not feel at all in a mood for cantrips as she slowlywalked up the broad staircase, and was ushered into the dressing-room, cheerful with bright fire and April sunshine, and with a largecomfortable sofa covered with a bright rug, where Kalliope couldenjoy both window and fire without glare. The beauty of her face somuch depended on form and expression that her illness had notlessened it. Gillian had scarcely seen her since the autumn, and thefirst feeling was what an air of rest and peace had succeeded theworn, harassed look then almost perpetual. There was a calmness nowthat far better suited the noble forehead, dark pencilled eyebrows, and classical features in their clear paleness; and with a sort ofreverence Gillian bent over her, to kiss her and give her a bunch ofviolets. Then, when the thanks had passed, Gillian relieved her ownshyness by exclaiming with admiration at a beautiful water-colouredcopy of an early Italian fresco, combining the Nativity and Adorationof the Magi, that hung over the mantelpiece. 

'Is it not exquisite?' returned Kalliope. 'I do so much enjoy makingout each head and dwelling on them! Look at that old shepherd'ssimple wonder and reverence, and the little child with the lamb, andthe contrast with the Wise Man from the East, whose eyes look as ifhe saw so much by faith. '

'Can you see it from there?' asked Gillian, who had got up to look atthese and further details dwelt on by Kalliope. 

'Yes. Not at first; but they come out on me by degrees. It is sucha pleasure, and so kind of Mr. White to have put it there. He had ithung there, Mrs. Halfpenny told me, instead of his own picture justbefore I came in here. '

'Well, he is not a bad-looking man, but it is no harm to him or hisportrait to say that this is better to look at!'

'It quite does me good! And see, ' pointing to a photograph of theArch of Titus hung on the screen that shielded her from the door, 'hesends in a fresh one by Alexis every other day. 

'How very nice! He really seems to be a dear old man. Don't youthink so?'

'I am sure he is wonderfully kind, but I have only seen him that oncewhen he came with Sir Jasper, and then I knew nothing but that whenSir Jasper was come things must go right. '

'Of course; but has he never been to see you now that you are up anddressed?'

'No, he lavishes anything on me that I can possibly want, but I haveonly seen him once---never here. '

'It is like Beauty and the Beast!'

'Oh no, no ; don't say that!'

'Well, George Stebbing really taught Fergus to call him a beast, andyou---Kally---I won't tease you with saying what you are. '

'I wish I wasn't, it would be all so much easier. '

'Never mind! I do believe the Stebbings are going away! Does Mauranever see him?'

'She has met him on the stairs and in the garden, but she has hermeals here. I trust by the time her Easter holidays are over I maybe fit to go back with her. But I do hope I may be able to copy abit of that picture first, though, any way, I can never forget it. '

'To go on as before?' exclaimed Gillian, with an interrogative sighof wonder. 

'If that notice of dismissal can be revoked, ' said Kalliope. 

But would you like it---must you?'

'I _should_ like to go back to my girls, ' said Kalliope; 'and thingscome into my head, now I am doing nothing, that I want to work out, if I might. So, you see, it is not at all a pity that I _must_. '

And why is it must?' said Gillian wistfully. 'You have to get wellfirst. '

Yes, I know that; but, you see, there are Maura and Petros. Theymust not be thrown on Alexis, poor dear fellow! And if he could onlybe set free, he might go on with what he once hoped for, though hethinks it is his duty to give all that entirely up now and workobediently on. But I know the longing will revive, and if I onlycould improve myself, and be worth more, it might still be possible. '

'Only you must not begin too soon and work yourself to death. '

'Hardly after such a rest, ' said Kalliope. 'It is not work I mind, but worry'---and then a sadder look crossed her for a moment, and sheadded, 'I am so thankful. '

'Thankful?' echoed Gillian. 

'Yes, indeed! For Sir Jasper's coming and saving us at that dreadfulmoment, and my being able to keep up as long as dear mamma wanted me, and then Mrs. Halfpenny being spared by dear Lady Merrifield to giveme such wonderful care and kindness, and little Theodore being sohappily placed, and this rest---such a strange quiet rest as I neverknew before. Oh! it is all so thankworthy'---and the great tears cameto dim her eyes. 'It seems sent to help me to take strength andcourage for the future. "He hath helped me hitherto. "'

'And you are better?'

'Yes, much better. Quite comfortable as long as I am quite still. '

'And content to be still?'

'Yes, I'm very lazy. '

It was a tired voice, and Gillian feared her half-hour was nearlyover, but she could not help saying---

'Do you know, I think it will be all nicer now. Mr. White is doingso much, and Mr. Stebbing hates it so, that Mrs. Stebbing says he isgoing to dissolve the partnership and go away. '

'Then it would all be easier. It seems too good to be true. '

'And that man Mr. White. He must do something for you! He ought. '

'Oh no! He has done a great deal already, and has not been wellused. Don't talk of that. '

'I believe he is awfully rich. You know he is building an Institutefor the workmen, and a whole row of model cottages. '

'Yes, Alexis told me. What a difference it will make! I hope hewill build a room where the girls can dine and rest and read, or havea piano; it would be so good for them. '

'You had better talk to him about it. '

'I never see him, and I should not dare. '

'I'll tell my aunts. He always does what Aunt Ada tells him. Isthat really all you wish?'

'Oh! I don't wish for anything much---I don't seem able to care nowdear mamma is where they cease from troubling, and I have Alecagain. '

'Well, I can't help having great hopes. I can't see why that manshould not make a daughter of you! Then you would travel and seemountains and pictures and everything. Oh, should you not likethat?'

'Like? Oh, one does not think about liking things impossible! Andfor the rest, it is nonsense. I should not like to be dependent, andI ought not. '

'You don't think what is to come next?'

'No, it would be taking thought for the morrow, would it not? Idon't want to, while I can't do anything, it would only make me fret, and I am glad I am too stupid still to begin vexing myself over it. I suppose energy and power of considering will come when my heartdoes not flutter so. In the meantime, I only want to keep quiet, andI hope that's not all laziness, but some trust in Him who has helpedme all this time. '

'Miss Gillian, you've clavered as long as is good for Miss White, andhere are the whole clanjamfrie waiting in the road for you. Now bedouce, my bairn, and mind you are not in the woods at home, and don'tlet the laddies play their tricks with Miss Primrose. '

'I must go, ' said Gillian, hastily kissing Kalliope. 'The otherswere going to call for me. When Lady Phyllis was riding with herfather she spied a wonderful field of daffodils and a valley full ofmoss at a place called Clipston, two miles off, and we are all goingto get some for the decorations. I'll send you some. Good-bye. '

The clanjamfrie, as Mrs. Halfpenny called it, mustered strong, andGillian's heart leapt at the resumption of the tumultuous familylife, as she beheld the collection of girls, boys, dogs, and donkeysawaiting her in the approach; and, in spite of the two governesses'presence, her mind misgave her as to the likelihood of regard to thehint that her mother had given that she hoped the elder ones wouldtry to be sober in their ways, and not quite forget what week it was. It was in their favour that Jasper, now in his last term at school, was much more of a man and less of a boy than hitherto, and waslikely to be on the side of discretion, so that he might keep inorder that always difficult element, Wilfred, whose two years ofpreparatory school as yet made him only more ingenious in the arts ofteasing, and more determined to show his superiority to petticoatgovernment. He had driven Fergus nearly distracted by threatening touse all his mineralogical specimens to make ducks and drakes, andactually confusing them together, so that Fergus repented of havingexhibited them, and rejoiced that Aunt Jane had let them continue inher lumber-room till they could find a permanent home. 

Wilfred had a shot for Mrs. Halfpenny, when she came down withGillian and looked for Primrose to secure that there were nointerstices between the silk handkerchief and fur collar. 

'Ha, ha, old Small Change, don't you wish you may get it?'---asPrimrose proved to be outside the drive on one of the donkeys. 'You've got nothing to do but gnaw your fists at us like old GiantPope. '

'For shame, Wilfred!' said Jasper. 'My mother did Primrose's throat, nurse, so she is all right. '

'Bad form, ' observed Lord Ivinghoe, shaking his head. 

'I'm not going to Eton, ' replied Wilfred audaciously. 

'I should hope not!'---in a tone of ineffable contempt, not forWilfred's person, but his manners, and therewith his Lordshipexclaimed, 'Who's that?' as Maura came flying down with Gillian'sforgotten basket. 

'Oh, that's Maura White!' said Valetta. 

'I say, isn't she going with us?'

'Oh no, she has to look after her sister!'

'Don't you think we might take her, Gill?' said Fly. 'She never getsany fun. '

'I don't think she ought to leave Kalliope to-day, Fly, for nurse isgoing down to Il Lido; and besides, Aunt Jane said we must not take_all_ Rockquay with us. '

'No, they would not let us ask Kitty and Clement Varley, said Fergusdisconsolately. 

'I am sure she is five times as pretty as your Kitty!' returnedIvinghoe. 'She is a regular stunner. ' Whereby it may be perceivedthat a year at Eton had considerably modified his Lordship'scorrectness of speech, if not of demeanour. Be it further observedthat, in spite of the escort of the governesses, the young peoplewere as free as if those ladies had been absent, for, as Jasperobserved, the donkeys neutralised them. Miss Elbury, being a badwalker, rode one, and Miss Vincent felt bound to keep close toPrimrose upon the other; and as neither animal could be prevailed onto moderate its pace, they kept far ahead of all except Valetta, whowas mounted on the pony intended for Lady Phyllis, but disdained byher until she should be tired. Lord Ivinghoe's admiration of Maurawas received contemptuously by Wilfred, who was half a year youngerthan his cousin, and being already, in his own estimation, aWykehamist, had endless rivalries with him. 

'She! She's nothing but a cad! Her sister is a shop-girl, and herbrother is a quarryman. '

'She does not look like it, ' observed Ivinghoe, while Mysie and Fly, with one voice, exclaimed that her father was an officer in the RoyalWardours. 

'A private first, ' said Wilfred, with boyhood's reiteration. 'Cadsand quarrymen all of them---the whole boiling, old White and all, though he has got such a stuck-up house!'

'Nonsense, Will, ' said Fly. 'Why, Mr. White has dined with us. '

'A patent of nobility, said Jasper, smiling. 

'I don't care, ' said Wilfred; 'if other people choose to chum withold stonemasons and convicts, I don't. '

'Wilfred, that is too bad, ' said Gillian. 'It is very wrong to talkin that way. '

'Oh!' said the audacious Wilfred, 'we all know who is Gill's Jack!'

'Shut up, Will!' cried Fergus, flying at him. 'I told you not to--'

But Wilfred bounded up a steep bank, and from that place of vantagewent on---

'Didn't she teach him Greek, and wasn't he spoony; and didn't shesend back his valentine, so that---'

Fergus was scrambling up the bank after him, enraged at the betrayalof his confidence, and shouting inarticulately, while poor Gillianmoved on, overwhelmed with confusion, and Fly uttered the cuttingwords, 'Perfectly disgusting!'

'Ay, so it was!' cried the unabashed Wilfred, keeping on at the topof the bank, and shaking the bushes at every pause. 'So he brokedown the rocks, and ran away with the tin, and enlisted, and went toprison. Such a sweet young man for Gill!'

Poor Gillian! was her punishment never to end? That scrape of hers, hitherto so tenderly and delicately hinted at, and which she wouldhave given worlds to have kept from her brothers, now shouted allover the country! Sympathy, however, she had, if that would do herany good. Mysie and Fly came on each side of Ivinghoe, assuring him, in low eager voices, of the utter nonsense of the charge, andexplaining ardently; and Jasper, with one bound, laid hold of thetormentor, dragged him down, and, holding his stick over him, said---

'Now, Wilfred, if you don't hold your tongue, and not behave like abrute, I shall send you straight home. '

'It's quite true, ' growled Wilfred. 'Ask her. '

'What does that signify? I'm ashamed of you! I've a great mind tothrash you this instant. If you speak another word of that sort, Ishall. Now then, there are the governesses trying to stop to seewhat's the row. I shall give you up to Miss Vincent, if you chooseto behave so like a spiteful girl. '

A sixth-form youth was far too great a man to be withstood by one whowas not yet a public schoolboy at all; and Wilfred actually obeyed, while Jasper added to Fergus---

'How could you be such a little ass as to go and tell him all thatrot?'

'It was true, ' grumbled Fergus. 

'The more reason not to go cackling about it like an old hen, or agirl! Your own sister! I'm ashamed of you both. Mind, I shallthrash you if you mention it again. '

Poor Fergus felt the accusation of cackling unjust, since he had onlytold Wilfred in confidence, and that had been betrayed, but he hadgot his lesson on family honour, and he subsided into his wontedlook-out for curious stones, while Gillian was overtaken by Jasper---whether willingly or not, she hardly knew---but his first word was, 'Little beast!'

'You didn't hurt him, I hope, ' said Gill, accepting the invitation totake his arm. 

'Oh no! I only threatened to make him walk with the governesses andthe donkeys. '

'Asses and savants to the centre, ' said Gillian; 'like the orders tothe French army in Egypt. '

'But what's all this about? You wanted me to look after you! Is itthat Alexis?'

'Oh, Japs! Mamma knows all about it and papa. It was only that hewas ridiculous because I was so silly as to think I could help himwith his Greek. '

'You! With his Greek! I pity him!'

'Yes. I found he soon knew too much for me, ' said Gillian meekly;'but, indeed, Japs, it wasn't very bad! He only sent me a valentine, and Aunt Jane says I need not have been so angry. '

'A cat may look at a king, ' said Jasper loftily. 'It is a horrid badthing for a girl to be left to herself without a brother worthhaving. '

So Gillian got off pretty easily, and after all the walk was notgreatly spoilt. They coalesced again with the other three, who weretolerably discreet, and found the debate on the White gentility hadbeen resumed. Ivinghoe was philosophically declaring 'that in thesedays one must take up with everybody, so it did not matter if one wasa little more of a cad than another; he himself was fag at Eton to afellow whose father was an oilman, and who wasn't half a bad lot. '

'An oilman, Ivy, ' said his sister; 'I thought he imported petroleum. '

'Well, it's all the same. I believe he began as an oilman. '

'We shall have Fergus reporting that he's a petroleuse, ' put inJasper. 

'No, a petroleuse is a woman. '

'I like Mr. White, ' said Fly; 'but, Gillian, you don't think it istrue that he is going to marry your Aunt Jane?'

There was a great groan, and Japs observed---

'Some one told us Rockquay was a hotbed of gossip, and we seem tohave got it strong. '

'Where did this choice specimen come from, Fly!' demanded Ivinghoe, in his manner most like his mother. 

Fly nodded her head towards her governess in the advanced guard. 

'She had a cousin to tea with her, and they thought I didn't knowwhom they meant, and they said that he was always up at Rockstone. '

'Well, he is; and Aunt Jane always stands up for him, ' said Gillian;'but that was because he is so good to the workpeople, and Aunt Adatook him for some grand political friend of Cousin Rotherwood's. '

'Aunt Jane!' said Jasper. 'Why, she is the very essence and epitomeof old maids. '

'Yes, ' said Gillian. 'If it came to that, she would quite as soonmarry the postman. '

'That's lucky' said Ivinghoe. 'One can swallow a good deal, but notquite one's own connections. '

'In fact, ' said Jasper, 'you had rather be an oilman's fag than aquarryman's---what is it?---first cousin once removed in law?'

'It is much more likely, ' said Gillian, as they laughed over this, 'that Kalliope and Maura will be his adopted daughters, only he nevercomes near them. '

Wherewith there was a halt. Miss Elbury insisted that Phyllis shouldride, the banks began to show promise of flowers, and, in the searchfor violets, dangerous topics were forgotten, and Wilfred wasforgiven. They reached the spot marked by Fly, a field with a borderof sloping broken ground and brushwood, which certainly fulfilled alltheir desires, steeply descending to a stream full of rocks, theground white with wood anemones, long evergreen trails of periwinklesand blue flowers between, primroses clustering under the roots of thetrees, daffodils gilding the grass above, and the banks verdant withexquisite feather-moss. Such a springtide wood was joy to all, especially as the first cuckoo of the season came to add to theirdelights and set them counting for the augury of happy years, whichproved so many that Mysie said they would not know what to do withthem. 

'I should, ' said Ivinghoe. 'I should like to live to be a great oldstatesman, as Lord Palmerston did, and have it all my own way. Wouldn't I bring things round again!'

'Perhaps they would have gone too far, ' suggested Jasper, 'and thenyou would have to gnaw your hand like Giant Pope, as Wilfred says. '

'Catch me, while I could do something better. '

'If one only lived long enough, ' speculated Fergus, 'one might findout what everything was made of, and how to do everything. '

'I wonder if the people did before the Flood, when they lived eightor nine hundred years, ' said Fly. 

'Perhaps that is the reason there is nothing new under the sun, 'suggested Valetta, as many a child has before suggested. 

'But then, ' said Mysie, they got wicked. '

'And then after the Flood it had all to be begun over again, ' saidIvinghoe. 'Let me see, Methuselah lived about as long as fromWilliam the Conqueror till now. I think he might have got to steamand electricity. '

'And dynamite, ' said Gillian. 'Oh, I don't wonder they had to beswept away, if they were clever and wicked both!'

'And I suppose they were, ' said Jasper. 'At least the giants, andthat they handed on some of their ability through Ham, to theEgyptians, and all those queer primeval coons, whose works we aredigging up. '

'From the Conquest till now, ' repeated Gillian. 'I'm glad we don'tlive so long now. It tires one to think of it. '

'But we shall, ' said Fly. 

'Yes, ' said Mysie, 'but then we shall be rid of this nasty old selfthat is always getting wrong. '

'That little lady's nasty old self does so as little as any one's, 'Jasper could not help remarking to his sister; and Fly, pouncing onthe first purple orchis spike amid its black-spotted leaves, cried---

'At any rate, these dear things go on the same, without any tiresomeinventing. '

'Except God's just at first, ' whispered Mysie. 

'And the gardeners do invent new ones, ' said Valetta. 

'Invent! No; they only fuss them and spoil them, and make ridiculousnames for them, ' said Fly. These darling creatures are ever so muchbetter. Look at Primrose there. '

'Yes, ' said Gillian, as she saw her little sister in quiet ecstasyover the sparkling bells of the daffodils; 'one would not like tolive eight hundred years away from that experience. '

'But mamma cares just as much still as Primrose does, ' said Mysie. 'We must get some for her own self as well as for the church. '

'Mine are all for mamma, ' proclaimed Primrose; and just then therewas a shout that a bird's nest had been found---a ring-ousel's nest onthe banks. Fly and her brother shared a collection of birds' eggs, and were so excited about robbing the ousels of a single egg, thatGillian hoped that Fergus would not catch the infection and abandonminerals for eggs, which would be ever so much worse---only a degreebetter than butterflies, towards which Wilfred showed a certainproclivity. 

'I shall be thirteen before next holidays, ' he observed, after makinga vain dash with his hat at a sulphur butterfly, looking like aprimrose flying away. 

'Mamma won't allow any "killing collection" before thirteen yearsold, ' explained Mysie. 

'She says, ' explained Gillian, 'by that time one ought to be oldenough to discriminate between the lawfulness of killing thecreatures for the sake of studying their beauty and learning them, and the mere wanton amusement of hunting them down under the excuseof collecting. '

'I say, ' exclaimed Valetta, who had been exploring above, 'here issuch a funny old house. '

There was a rush in that direction, and at the other end of the widehome-field was perceived a picturesque gray stone house, with largemullioned windows, a dilapidated low stone wall, with what had oncebeen a handsome gateway, overgrown with ivy, and within big doubledaffodils and white narcissus growing wild. 

'It's like the halls of Ivor, ' said Mysie, awestruck by theloneliness; 'no dog, nor horse, nor cow, not even a goose, '

'And what a place to sketch!' cried Miss Vincent. 'Oh, Gillian, wemust come here another day. '

'Oh, may we gather the flowers?' exclaimed the insatiable Primrose. 

'Those poetic narcissuses would be delicious for the choir screen, 'added Gillian. 

'Poetic narcissus---poetic grandmother, ' said Wilfred. 'It's oldbutter and eggs. '

'I say!' cried Mysie. 'Look, Ivy---I know that pair of fightinglions---ain't these some of your arms over the door?'

'By which you mean a quartering of our shield, ' said Ivinghoe. 'Ofcourse it is the Clipp bearing. Or, two lions azure, regardantcombatant, their tails couped. '

'Two blue Kilkenny cats, who have begun with each other's tails, 'commented Jasper. 

'Ivinghoe glared a little, but respected the sixth form, and Gillianadded---

'They clipped them! Then did this place belong to our ancestors?'

'Poetic grandmother, really!' said Mysie. 

'Great grandmother, ' corrected Ivinghoe. 'To be sure. It was fromthe Clipps that we got all this Rockstone estate!'

'And I suppose this was their house? What a shame to have desertedit!'

'Oh, it has been a farmhouse, ' said Fly. 'I heard something aboutfarms that wouldn't let. '

'Then is it yours?' cried Valetta, 'and may we gather the flowers?'

'And mayn't we explore?' asked Mysie. 'Oh, what fun!'

'Holloa!' exclaimed Wilfred, transfixed, as if he had seen the ghostsof all the Clipps. For just as Valetta and Mysie threw themselves onthe big bunches of hepatica and the white narcissus, a roar, worthyof the clip-tailed lions, proceeded from the window, and the demand, 'Who is picking my roses?'

Primrose in terror threw herself on Gillian with a little scream. Wilfred crept behind the walls, but after the general start there wasan equally universal laugh, for between the stout mullions of theoriel window Lord Rotherwood's face was seen, and Sir Jasper's behindhim. 

Great was the jubilation, and there was a rush to the tall door, upthe dilapidated steps, where curls of fern were peeping out; but thegentlemen called out that only the back-door could be opened, and theintention of a 'real grand exploration' was cut short by MissElbury's declaring that she was bound not to let Phyllis stay outtill six o'clock. 

Fly, in her usual good-humoured way, suppressed her sighs and beggedthe others to explore without her, but the general vote declared thisto be out of the question. Fly had too short a time to remain withher cousins to be forsaken even for the charms of 'the halls ofIvor, ' or the rival Beast's Castle, as Gillian called it, which, after all, would not run away. 

'But it might be let, ' said Mysie. 

'Yes, I've got a tenant in agitation, ' said Lord Rotherwoodmischievously. 'Never mind, I dare say he won't inquire what youhave done with his butter and eggs. '

So with a parting salute to the ancestral halls, the cavalry was setin order, big panniers full of moss and flowers disposed on thedonkeys, Fly placed on her pony, and every maiden taking her basketof flowers, Jasper and Ivinghoe alone being amiable, or perhapstrustworthy enough to assist in carrying. Fly's pony demurred to theextra burthen, so Jasper took hers; and when Gillian declared herselftoo fond of her flowers to part with them, Ivinghoe astonished MissVincent, on whom some stones of Fergus's, as well as her own share offlowers, had been bestowed, by taking one handle of her most cumbrousbasket. 

Sir Jasper and Lord Rotherwood rode together through the happy youngtroop on the homeward way. Perhaps Ivinghoe was conscious of aspecial nod of approval from his father. 

On passing Rock House, the youthful public was rather amused at hispausing, and saying---

'Aren't you going to leave some flowers there?'

'Oh yes!' said Gillian. 'I have a basket on purpose. '

'And I have some for Maura, ' said Valetta. 

Valetta's was an untidy bunch; Gillian's a dainty basket, where whiteviolets reposed on moss within a circle of larger blossoms. 

'That's something like!' quoth Ivinghoe. 

He lingered with them as if he wanted to see that vision again, butonly the caretaker appeared, and promised to take the flowersupstairs. 

Maura afterwards told how they were enjoyed, and they knew ofKalliope's calm restfulness in Holy Week thoughts and Paschal Joys. 

It was on Easter Tuesday that Mr. White first sent a message askingto see his guest, now of nearly three weeks. 

He came in very quietly and gently---perhaps the sight of the room hehad prepared for his young wife was in itself a shock to him, and hehad lived so long without womankind that he had all a lonely man'sawe of an invalid. He took with a certain respect the hand thatKalliope held out, as she said, with a faint flush in her cheeks---

'I am glad to thank you, sir. You have been very good to me. '

'I am glad to see you better, ' he said, with a little embarrassment. 

'I ought to be, in this beautiful air, and with these lovely thingsto look at, ' and she pointed to the reigning photograph on the stand---the facade of St. Mark's. 

'You should see it as I did. ' And he began to describe it to her, she putting in a question or two here and there, which showed herappreciation. 

'You know something about it already, ' he said. 

'Yes; when I was quite a little girl one of the officers in the RoyalWardours brought some photographs to Malta, and told me about them. '

'But, ' he said, recalling himself, that is not my object now. Yourbrother says he does not feel competent to decide without you. ' Andhe laid before her two or three prospectuses of grammar schools. 'Itis time to apply, ' he added, 'if that little fellow---Peter, you callhim, don't you?---is to begin next term. '

'Petros! Oh, sir, this is kindness!'

'I desired that the children's education should be attended to, ' saidMr. White. 'I did not intend their being sent to an ordinaryNational school. '

'Indeed, ' said Kalliope; 'I do not think much time has been lost, forthey have learnt a good deal there; but I am particularly glad thatPetros should go to a superior school just now that he has been leftalone, for he is more lively and sociable than Theodore, and it mightbe less easy for him to keep from bad companions. '

The pros and cons of the several schools were discussed, andHurstpierpoint finally fixed on. 

'Never mind about his outfit, ' added Mr. White. 'I'll give thatfellow down in Bellevue an order to rig him out. He is a sharplittle sturdy fellow, who will make his way in the world. '

'Indeed, I trust so, now that his education is secured. It isanother load off my mind, ' said Kalliope, with a smile of exceedingsweetness and gratitude, her hands clasped, and her eyes raised for amoment in higher thankfulness, ---a look that so enhanced her beautythat Mr. White gazed for a moment in wonder. The next moment, however, the dark eyes turned on him with a little anxiety, and shesaid---

'One thing more, sir. Perhaps you will be so kind as to relieve mymind again. That notice of dismissal at the quarter's end. Was itnot in some degree from a mistake?'

'An utter mistake, my dear, ' he said hastily. 'Never trouble yourhead about it. '

'Then it does not hold?'

'Certainly not. '

'And I may go back to my office as soon as I am well enough?'

'Is that your wish?'

'Yes, sir. I love my work and my assistants, and I think I could dobetter if a little more scope could be allowed me. '

'Very well, we will see about that---you have to get well first ofall. '

'I am so much better that I ought to go home. Mr. Lee is quite readyfor me. '

Nonsense! You must be much stronger before Dagger would hear of yourgoing. '

After this Mr. White came to sit with Kalliope for a time in thecourse of each day, bringing with him something that would interesther, and seeming gratified by her responsiveness, quiet as it was, for she was still very feeble, and exertion caused a failure ofbreath and fluttering of heart that were so distressing that ten daysmore passed before she was brought downstairs and drawn out in thegarden in a chair, where she could sit on the sheltered terraceenjoying the delicious spring air and soft sea-breezes, sometimesalone, sometimes with the company of one friend or another. Gillianand Aunt Jane had, with the full connivance of Mr. White, arranged atemporary entrance from one garden to the other for the convenienceof attending to Kalliope, and here one afternoon Miss Mohun wascoming in when she heard through the laurels two voices speaking tothe girl. As she moved forward she saw they were the elder andyounger Stebbings, and that Kalliope had risen to her feet, and wasleaning on the back of her chair. While she was considering whetherto advance Kalliope heard her, and called in a breathless voice, 'Miss Mohun! oh, Miss Mohun, come!'

'Miss Mohun! You will do us the justice---' began Mr. Stebbing, speaking more to her indignant face and gesture than to any words. 

'Miss White is not well, ' she said. 'You had better leave her tome. '

And as they withdrew through the house, Kalliope sank back in herchair in one of those alarming attacks of deadly faintness that hadbeen averted for many days past. Happily an electric bell was alwaysat hand, and the housekeeper knew what remedies to bring. Kalliopedid not attempt a word for many long minutes, though the colour cameback gradually to her lips. Her first words were, 'Thank you! Oh, I did hope that persecution was over!'

'My poor child! Don't tell me unless you like! Only---it wasn'tabout your work?'

'Oh no, the old story! But he brought his father---to say heconsented---and wished it---now. '

There was no letting her say any more at that time, but it was allplain enough. This had been one more attempt of the Stebbing familyto recover their former power; Kalliope was assumed to be Mr. White'sfavoured niece; Frank could make capital of having loved her whenpoor and neglected, and his parents were ready to back his suit. Thefather and son had used their familiarity with the house to obtainadmittance to the garden without announcement or preparation, and hadpressed the siege, with a confidence that could only be inspired bytheir own self-opinion. Kalliope had been kept up by her nativedignity and resolution, and had at first gently, then firmly, declined the arguments, persuasions, promises, and final reproacheswith which they beset her--even threatening to disclose what theycalled encouragement, and assuring her that she need not reckon onMr. White, for the general voice declared him likely to marry again, and then where would she be?'

'I don't know what would have become of me, if you had not come, ' shesaid. 

And when she had rested long enough, and crept into the house, andAlexis had come home to carry her upstairs, it was plain that she hadbeen seriously thrown back, and she was not able to leave her roomfor two or three days. 

Mr. White was necessarily told what had been the cause of themischief. He smiled grimly. 'Ay! ay! Master Frank thought he wouldcome round the old man, did he? He will find himself out. Ha, ha! agirl like that in the house is like a honey-pot near a wasps' nest, and the little sister will be as bad. Didn't I see the young lord, smart little prig as he looks, holding an umbrella over her with asmile on his face, as much as to say, "I know who is a pretty girl!No one to look after them either!" But maybe they will all findthemselves mistaken, ' and his grim smile relaxed into a highlyamiable one. 

Miss Mohun was not at all uneasy as to the young lord. An Eton boy'sadmiration of a pretty face did not amount to much, even if Ivinghoehad not understood 'Noblesse oblige' too well to leave a young girlunsheltered. Besides, he and all the rest were going away the nextday. But what did that final hint mean?

CHAPTER XXII. THE MAIDEN ALL FORLORN

One secret was soon out, even before the cruel parting of Fly andMysie, which it greatly mitigated. 

Clipston was to be repaired and put in order, to be rented by theMerrifields. It was really a fine old substantial squire's house, though neglected and consigned to farmers for four generations. Ithad great capabilities---a hall up to the roof, wainscoted rooms---atpresent happy hunting-grounds to boys and terriers---a chokedfountain, numerous windows, walled up in the days of the 'tax onlight, ' and never reopened, and, moreover, a big stone barn, with across on the gable, and evident traces of having once been a chapel. 

The place was actually in Rockstone Parish, and had a hamlet of sixor seven houses, for which cottage services were held once a week, but the restoration of the chapel would provide a place for these, and it would become a province for Lady Merrifield's care, while SirJasper was absolutely entreated, both by Lord Rotherwood and therector of Rockstone, to become the valuable layman of the parish, norwas he at all unwilling thus to bestow his enforced leisure. 

It was a beautiful place. The valley of daffodils already visitednarrowed into a ravine, where the rivulet rushed down from moorlands, through a ravine charmingly wooded, and interspersed with rock. Itwould give country delights to the children, and remove them from thegossip of the watering-place society, and yet not be too far off forthose reading-room opportunities beloved of gentlemen. 

The young people were in ecstasies, only mourning that they could notlive there during the repairs, and that those experienced in thenature of workmen hesitated to promise that Clipston would behabitable by the summer vacation. In the meantime, most of themovables from Silverfold were transported thither, and there was agreat deal of walking and driving to and fro, planning for thefuture, and revelling in the spring outburst of flowers. 

Schoolroom work had begun again, and Lady Merrifield was hearingMysie read the Geruasalemme Liberata, while Miss Vincentsuperintended Primrose's copies, and Gillian's chalks were strivingto portray a bust of Sophocles, when the distant sounds of the pianoin the drawing-room stopped, and Valetta came in with words alwaysominous---

'Aunt Jane wants to speak to you, mamma. '

Lady Merrifield gathered up her work and departed, while Valetta, addressing the public, said, 'Something's up. '

'Oh!' cried Primrose, 'Sofi hasn't run away again?'

'I hope Kalliope isn't worse, ' said Mysie anxiously. 

'I guess, ' said Valetta, 'somebody said something the other day!'

'Something proving us the hotbeds of gossip, ' muttered Gillian. 

'You had better get your German exercise, Valetta, ' said MissVincent. 'Mysie, you have not finished your sums. '

And a sigh went round; but Valetta added one after-clap. 

'Aunt Jane looked---I don't know how!'

Whereat Gillian nodded her head, and looked up at Miss Vincent, whowas as curious as the rest, but restrained the manifestationmanfully. 

Meantime Lady Merrifield found her sister standing at the window, and, without turning round, the words were uttered---

'Jasper was right, Lily. '

'You don't mean it?'

'Yes; he is after her!'---with a long breath. 

'Mr. White!'

'Yes'---then sitting down. 'I did not think much of it before. Theyalways are after Ada more or less---and she likes it; but it never hascome to anything. '

'Why should it now?'

'It has! At least, it has gone further than ever anything didbefore, except Charlie Scott, that ridiculous boy at Beechcroft thatWilliam was so angry with, and who married somebody else. '

'You don't say that he has proposed to her?'

'Yes, he has---the man! By a letter this morning, and I could see sheexpected it---not that that's any wonder!'

'But, my dear, she can't possibly be thinking of it. '

'Well, I should have said it was impossible; but I see she has notmade up her mind. Poor dear Ada! It is too bad to laugh; but shedoes like the having a real offer at last, and a great Italian castlelaid at her feet. '

'But he isn't a gentleman! I don't mean only his birth---and I knowhe is a good man really---but Jasper said he could feel he was not agentleman by the way he fell on Richard White before his sister. '

'I know! I know! I wonder if it would be for her happiness?'

'Then she has not answered him?'

'No; or, rather, I left her going to write. She won't accept himcertainly now; but I believe she is telling him that she must havetime to consider and consult her family. '

'She must know pretty well what her family will say. Fancy William!Fancy Emily! Fancy Reginald!'

'Yes, oh yes! But Ada---I must say it---she does like to prolong thesituation. '

'It is not fair on the poor man. '

'Well, she will act as she chooses; but I think she really does wantto see what amount of opposition--- No, not that, but of estrangementit would cause. '

'Did you see the letter?'

'Yes; no doubt you will too. I told her I should come to you, andshe did not object. I think she was glad to be saved broaching thesubject, for she is half ashamed. '

'I should have thought she would have been as deeply offended at thepresumption as poor Gillian was with the valentine. '

'Lily, my dear, forty-two is not all one with seventeen, especiallywhen there's an estate with an Italian countship attached to it!Though I'm sure I'd rather marry Alexis than this man. _He_ is agentleman in grain!'

'Oh, Jenny, you are very severe!'

'I'm afraid it is bitterness, Lily; so I rushed down to have it allout with you, and make up my mind what part to take. '

'It is very hard on you, my dear, after you have nursed and waited onher all these years. '

'It is the little titillation of vanity---exactly like the Ada ofsixteen, nay, of six, that worries me, and makes me naughty, ' saidJane, dashing off a tear. 'Oh, Lily! how could I have borne it ifyou had not come home!'

'But what do you mean about the part to take?'

'Well, you see, Lily, I really do not know what I ought to do. Iwant to clear my mind by talking to you. '

'I am afraid it would make a great difference to you in the matter ofmeans. '

'I don't mean about that; but I am not sure whether I ought to standup for her. You see the man is really good at heart, and religious, and he is taking out this chaplain. The climate, mountains, and seamight really suit her health, and she could have all kinds ofcomforts and luxuries; and if she can get over his birth, and thewant of fine edge of his manners, I don't know that we have any rightto set ourselves against it. '

'I should have thought those objections would have weighed most ofall with her. '

'And I do believe that if the whole family are unanimous in scoutingthe very idea, she will give it up. She _is_ proud of Mohun blood, and the Rotherwood connection and all, and if there were a desperateopposition---well, she would be rather flattered, and give in; but Iam not sure that she would not always regret it, and pine after whatshe might have had. '

'Rotherwood likes the man. '

'Like---but that's not liking him to marry his cousin. '

'Rotherwood will not be the person most shocked. '

'No. We shall have a terrible time, however it ends. Oh. I wish itwas all over!'

'Do you think she really cares for the man---loves him, in fact?'

'My dear Lily, if Ada ever was in love with anybody, it was withHarry May, and that was all pure mistake. I never told anybody, butI believe it was that which upset her health. But they are both tooold to concern themselves about such trifles. He does not expectit!'

'I have seen good strong love in a woman over forty. '

'Yes; but this is quite another thing. A lady of the house wanted!That's the motive. I should not wonder if he came home as much tolook for a lady-wife as to set the Stebbings to rights; or, if not, he is driven to it by having the Whites on his hands. '

'I don't quite see that. I was going to ask you how it would affectthem. '

'Well, you see, though she is perfectly willing and anxious to beginagain, poor dear Kally really can't. She did try to arrange a designthat had been running in her head for a long time, and she was so badafter it that Dr. Dagger said she must not attempt it. Then, thoughshe is discreet enough for anything, Mr. White is not really heruncle, and could not take her about with him alone or even withMaura; so I gather from some expressions in his letter that he wouldlike to take her out with them, spend the summer at Rocca Marina, andlet her have a winter's study at Florence. Then, I suppose she mightcome back and superintend on quite a different footing. 

'So he wants Ada as a chaperon for Kalliope?'

'That is an element in the affair, and not a bad one, and I don'tthink Ada will object. She won't be left entirely to hiscompanionship. '

'My dear Jane! Then I'm sure she ought not to marry him!' cried LadyMerrifield indignantly. 'Here comes Jasper. May I tell him?'

'You will, whether you may or not. '

And what Sir Jasper said was---

 '"Who married the maiden all forlorn---"'

At which both sisters, though rather angry, could not help laughing, and Lady Merrifield explained that they had always said the eventshad gone on in a concatenation, like the house that Jack built, fromGillian's peep through the rails. However, he was of opinion that itwas better not to make a strenuous opposition. 

'Adeline is quite old enough to judge for herself whether theincongruities will interfere with her happiness, ' he said; 'and thisis really a worthy man who ought not to be contemned. Violentcontradiction might leave memories that would make it difficult to beon affectionate terms afterwards. '

'Yes, ' said Jane; 'that is what I feel. Thank you, Jasper. Now Imust go to my district. Happily those things run on all the same forthe present. '

But when she was gone Sir Jasper told his wife that he thought itought to be seriously put before Adeline that Jane ought to beconsidered. She had devoted herself to the care of her sister formany years, and the division of their means would tell seriously uponher comfort. 

'If it were a matter of affection, there would be nothing to say, ' heobserved; 'but nobody pretends that it is so, and surely Janedeserves consideration. 

'I should think her a much more comfortable companion than Mr. White, ' said Lady Merrifield. 'I can't believe it will come toanything. Whatever the riches or the castle at Rocca Marina may be, Ada would, in a worldly point of view, give up a position of someconsideration here, and I think that will weigh with her. '

As soon as possible, Lady Merrifield went up to see her sister, andfound her writing letters in a great flutter of importance. It wasquite plain that the affair was not to be quashed at once, and that, whether the suit were granted or not, all the family were to be awarethat Adeline had had her choice. Warned by her husband, LadyMerrifield guarded the form of her remonstrances. 

'Oh yes, dear Lily, I know! It is a sacrifice in many points ofview, but think what a field is open to me! There are all thoseEnglish workmen and their wives and families living out there, andMr. White does so need a lady to influence them. '

'You have not done much work of that kind. Besides, I thought thischaplain was married. '

'Yes, but the moral support of a lady at the head must be needful, 'said Ada. 'It is quite a work. '

'Perhaps so, ' said her sister, who had scarcely been in the habit oflooking on Ada as a great moral influence. 'But have you thoughtwhat this will be to Jane?'

'Really, Lily, it is a good deal for Jane's sake. She will be somuch more free without being bound to poor me!'---and Ada's head wenton one side. 'You know she would never have lived here but for me;and now she will be able to do what she pleases. '

'Not pecuniarily. '

'Oh, it will be quite possible to see to all that! Besides, think ofthe advantage to her schemes. Oh yes, dear Jenny, it will be awrench to her, of course, and she will miss me; but, when that isonce got over, she will feel that I have acted for the best. Norwill it be such a separation; he means always to spend the summerhere, and the winter and spring at Florence or Rocca Marina. ' It wasgrand to hear the Italian syllables roll from Adeline's tongue. 'Youknow he could take the title if he pleased. '

'I am sure I hope he will not do anything so ridiculous!'

'Oh no, of course not!' But it was plain that the secretconsciousness of being Countess of Rocca Marina was an offset againstbeing plain Mrs. White, and Adeline continued: 'There is anotherthing---I do not quite see how it can be managed about Kalliopeotherwise, poor girl!'

It was quite true that the care of Kalliope would be greatlyfacilitated by Mr. White's marriage; but what was absurd was tosuppose that Ada would have made any sacrifice for her sake, or anyone else's, and there was something comical as well as provoking inthis pose of devotion to the public good. 

'You are decided, then?'

'Oh no! I am only showing you what inducements there are to give upso much as I should do here---if I make up my mind to it. '

'There's only one inducement, I should think, valid for a moment. '

'Yes'---bridling a little. 'But, Lily, you always had your romance. We don't all meet with a Jasper at the right moment, and---and'---theMaid of Athens drooped her eyelids, and ingenuously curved her lips. 'I do think the poor man has it very much at heart. '

'Then you ought not to keep him in suspense. '

'And you---you really are not against it, Lily?' (rather in adisappointed tone), as if she expected to have her own valueenhanced. 

'I think you ought to do whatever is most right and just by him, andeverybody else. If you really care for the man enough to overlookhis origin, and his occasional betrayals of it, and think he willmake you better and happier, take him at once; but don't pretend tocall it a sacrifice, or for anybody's sake but for your own; and, anyway, don't trifle with him and his suspense. '

Lady Merrifield spoke with unwonted severity, for she was reallyprovoked. 

'But, Lily, I must see what the others say---William and Emily. Itold him that William was the head of our family. '

'If you mean to be guided by them, well and good; if not, I see nosense in asking them. '

After all, the family commotion fell short of what was expected byeither of the sisters. The eldest brother, Mr. Mohun, of BeechcroftCourt, wrote to the lady herself that she was quite old enough toknow what was for her own happiness, and he had no desire tointerfere with her choice if she preferred wealth to station. ToLady Merrifield his letter began: 'It is very well it is no worse, and as Jasper vouches for this being a worthy man, and of substantialmeans, there is no valid objection. I shall take care to overhaulthe settlements, and, if possible, I must make up poor Jane'sincome. '

The sister, Lady Henry Grey, in her dowager seclusion at Brighton, contented herself with a general moan on the decadence of society, and the levelling up that made such an affair possible. She had beenmeditating a visit to Rockquay, to see her dear Lilias (who, by thebye, had run down to her at Brighton for a day out of the stay inLondon), but now she would defer it till this matter was over. Itwould be too trying to have to accept this stonemason as one of thefamily. 

As to Colonel Mohun, being one of the younger division of the family, there was no idea of consulting him, and he wrote a fairly civillittle note to Adeline, hoping that she had decided for the best, andwould be happy; while to the elder of the pair of sisters he said:'So Ada has found her crooked stick at last. I always thought itinevitable. Keep up heart, old Jenny, and hold on till Her Majestyturns me off, and then we will see what is to be done. '

Perhaps this cool acquiescence was less pleasing to Adeline Mohunthan a contest that would have proved her value and importance, andher brother William's observation that she was old enough to know herown mind was the cruellest cut of all. On the other hand, there wasno doubt of her swain's devotion. If he had been influenced in hisdecision by convenience or calculation, he was certainly by this timeheartily in love. Not only was Adeline a handsome, graceful woman, whose airs and affectations seemed far more absurd to those who hadmade merry over them from childhood than to a stranger of an inferiorgrade; but there was a great charm to a man, able to appreciaterefinement, in his first familiar intercourse with thorough ladies. Jane began to be touched by the sight of his devotion, and convincedof his attachment, and sometimes wondered with Lady Merrifieldwhether Adeline would rise to her opportunities and responsibilities, or be satisfied to be a petted idol. 

One difficulty in this time of suspense was, that the sisters had noright to take into their confidence the young folks, who were quitesharp-eyed enough to know that something was going on, and, not beingput on honour, were not withheld from communicating their discoveriesto one another in no measured words, though fortunately they hadsense enough, especially under the awe of their father, not to letthem go any further than Mysie, who was entertaining because she wasshocked at their audacious jokes and speculations, all at first onthe false scent of their elder aunt, who certainly was in a state ofexcitement and uncertainty enough to throw her off the even tenor ofher way and excite some suspicion. When she actually brought down anumber of the Contemporary Review instead of Friendly Work for theedification of her G. F. S. , Gillian tried not to look too consciouswhen some of the girls actually tittered in the rear; and sheabsolutely blushed when Aunt Jane deliberately stated that AscensionDay would fall on a Tuesday. So Gillian averred as she walked up thehill with Jasper and Mysie. It seemed a climax to the diversion sheand Jasper had extracted from it in private, both wearing Punch'sspectacles for the nonce, and holding such aberrations as proofpositive. Mysie, on the other hand, was much exercised. 

'Do you think she is in love, then?'

'Oh yes! People always do those things in love. Besides, the Sofihasn't got a single white hair in her, and you know what that alwaysmeans!'

'I can't make it out! I can't think how Aunt Jane can be in lovewith a great man like that. His voice isn't nice, you know---'

'Not even as sweet as Bully Bottom's, ' suggested Gillian. 

'You're a chit, ' said Jasper, 'or you'd be superior to the notion oflove being indispensable. '

'When people are so _very_ old, ' said Mysie in a meditative voice, 'perhaps they can't; but Aunt Jane is very good---and I thought it wasonly horrid worldly people that married without love. '

'Trust your good woman for looking to the main chance, ' said Jasper, who was better read in Trollope and Mrs. Oliphant than his sisters. 

''Tis not main chance, ' said Gillian. 'Think of the lots of good shewould do! What a recreation room for the girls, and what schools shewould set up at Rocca Marina! Depend upon it, it's for that!'

'I suppose it is right if Aunt Jane does it, ' said Mysie. 

'Well done, Mysie! So, Aunt Jane is your Pope!'

'No; she's the King that can do no wrong, ' said Gillian, laughing. 

'Wrong---I didn't say wrong---but things aren't always real wrong thataren't somehow quite right, said Mysie, with the bewildered reasoningof perceptions that outran her powers of expression. 

'Mysie's speeches, for instance, ' said Jasper. 

'Oh, Japs, what did I say wrong?'

'Don't tease her, Japs. He didn't mean morally, but correctly. '

The three were on their way up the hill when they met Primrose, whohad accompanied Mrs. Halfpenny to see Kalliope, and who was evidentlyin a state of such great discomposure that they all stood round toask what was the matter; but she hung down her head and would notsay. 

'Hoots! toots! I tell her she need not make such a work about it, 'said Mrs. Halfpenny. 'The honest man did but kiss her, and no harmfor her uncle that is to be. '

'He's a nasty man! And he snatched me up! And he is all scrubby andtobacco-ey, and I won't have him for an uncle, ' cried Primrose. 

'I hope he is not going to proceed in that way, ' said Gillian sottovoce to Mysie. 

'People always do snatch up primroses, ' said Jasper. 

'Don't, Japs! I don't like marble men. I wish they would staymarble. '

'You don't approve of the transformation?'

'Oh, Japs, is it true? Mysie, you know the statue at Rotherwood, where Pig-my-lion made a stone figure and it turned into a woman. '

'Yes; but it was a woman and this is a man. '

Mysie began an exposition of classic fable to her little sister, while Mrs. Halfpenny explained that this came of Christian folksetting up heathen idols in their houses as 'twas a shame for decentfolk to look at, let alone puir bairnies; while Jasper and Gilliangasped in convulsions of laughter, and bandied queries whether theiraunt were the statue 'Pig-my-lion' had animated, as nothing could beless statuesque than she, whether the reverse had taken place, asPrimrose observed, and she had been the Pygmalion to awaken the soulin the man of marble. Here, however, Mrs. Halfpenny becamescandalised at such laughter in the open street; and, perceiving someone in the distance, she carried off Primrose, and enjoined theothers to walk on doucely and wiselike. 

Gillian was on her way to visit Kalliope and make an appointment forher mother to take her out for a drive; but as they passed the gateat Beechcroft out burst Valetta and Fergus, quite breathless. 

'Oh, Gill, Gill! Mr. White is in the drawing-room, and he hasbrought Aunt Ada the most beautiful box you ever saw, with all thestoppers made of gold !'

'And he says I may get all the specimens I like at Rocca Marina, 'shouted Fergus. 

'Ivory brushes, and such a ring---sparkling up to the ceiling!' addedValetta. 

'But, Val, Ferg, whom did you say?' demanded the elders, comingwithin the shadow of the copper beeches. 

'Aunt Ada, ' said Valetta; 'there's a great A engraved on all thosedear, lovely bottles, and---oh, they smell!'

'Aunt Ada! Oh, I thought----'

'What did you think, Gill?' said Aunt Jane, coming from the grass-plat suddenly on them. 

'Oh, Aunt Jane, I am so glad!' cried Gillian. 'I thought'---and sheblushed furiously. 

'They made asses of themselves, ' said Jasper. 

'They said it was you, ' added Mysie. 'Miss Mellon told Miss Elbury, 'she added in excuse. 

'Me? No, I thank you! So you are glad, Gillian?'

'Oh yes, aunt! I couldn't have borne for you to do anything---queer'---and there was a look in Gillian's face that went to Jane's heart, and under other circumstances would have produced a kiss, but sherallied to her line of defence. 

'My dear, you must not call this queer. Mr. White is very muchattached to your aunt Ada, and I think he will make her very happy, and give her great opportunities of doing good. '

'That's just what Gillian said when she was afraid it was you, ' saidMysie. 'I suppose that's it? And that makes it real right. '

'And the golden stoppers!' said Valetta innocently, but almostchoking Jasper with laughter, which must be suppressed before hisaunt. 

'May one know it now?' asked Gillian, sensible of the perilousground. 

'Yes, my dears; you must have been on tenter-hooks all this time, for, of course, you saw there was a crisis, and you behaved muchbetter than I should have done at your age; but it was only a faitaccompli this very day, and we couldn't tell you before. '

'When he brought down the golden stoppers, ' Jasper could not helpsaying. 

'No, no, you naughty boy! He would not have dared to bring it inbefore; he came before luncheon---all that came after. Oh, my dear, that dressing-case is perfectly awful! I wouldn't have such aburthen on my mind---for---for all the orphans in London! I hope thereare no banditti at Rocca Marina. '

'Only accepted to-day! How did he get all his great A's engraved?'said Jasper practically. 

'He could not have had many doubts, ' said Gillian. 'Does Kalliopeknow?'

'I cannot tell; I think he has probably told her. '

'He must have met Primrose there, ' said Jasper. 'Poor Prim!' Andthe offence and the Pig-my-lion story were duly related, much to AuntJane's amusement. 

'But, ' she said, 'I think that the soul in the marble man is veryreal, and very warm; and, dear children, don't get into the habit ofcontemning him. Laugh, I suppose you must; I am afraid it must lookridiculous at our age; but please don't despise. I am going down toyour mother. 

'May I come with you! said Gillian. 'I don't think I can go to Kallytill I have digested this a little; and, if you are going to mamma, she won't drive her out. '

Jane was much gratified by this volunteer, though Jasper did suggestthat Gill was afraid of Primrose's treatment. He went on with theother three to Clipston, while Gillian exclaimed---

'Oh, Aunt Jane, shall not you be very lonely?'

'Not nearly so much so as if you were not all here, ' said her auntcheerfully. 'When you bemoaned your sisters last year we did notthink the same thing was coming on me. '

'Phyllis and Alethea! It was a very different thing, ' said Gillian. 'Besides, though I hated it so much, I had got used to being withoutthem. '

'And to tell you the truth, Gill, nothing in that way ever was so badto me as your own mother going and marrying; and now, you see, I havegot her back again---and more too. '

Aunt Jane's smile and softened eyes told that the young niece wasincluded in the 'more too'; and Gillian felt a thrill of pleasure andaffection in this proof that after all she was something to the aunt, towards whom her feelings had so entirely changed. She proceeded, however, to ask with considerable anxiety what would be done aboutthe Whites, Kalliope especially; and in return she was told about thepresent plan of Kalliope's being taken to Italy to recover first, andthen to pursue her studies at Florence, so as to return to her workmore capable, and in a higher position. 

'Oh, how exquisite!' cried Gillian. 'But how about all the others?'

'The very thing I want to see about, and talk over with your mother. I am sure she ought to go; and it will not even be wasting time, forshe cannot earn anything. '

Talking over things with Lady Merrifield was, however, impeded, for, behold, there was a visitor in the drawing-room. Aunt and nieceexchanged glances of consternation as they detected a stranger'svoice through the open window, and Gillian uttered a vituperativewhisper. 

'I do believe it is that dreadful Fangs;' then, hoping her aunt hadnot heard---'Captain Henderson, I mean. He threatened to come downafter us, and now he will always be in and out; and we shall have nopeace. He has got nothing on earth to do '

Gillian's guess was right. The neat, trim, soldierly figure, with along fair moustache and pleasant gray eyes, was introduced to MissMohun as 'Captain Henderson, one of my brother officers, ' by SirJasper, who stood on the rug talking to him. Looks and signs amongthe ladies were token enough that the crisis had come; and LadyMerrifield soon secured freedom of speech by proposing to drive hersister to Clipston, while Sir Jasper asked his visitor to walk withhim. 

'You will be in haste to sketch the place, ' he said, 'before theworkmen have done their best to demolish its beauty. '

As for Gillian, she saw her aunt hesitating on account of a parochialengagement for that afternoon; and, as it was happily not beyond herpowers, she offered herself as a substitute, and was thankfullyaccepted. She felt quite glad to do anything obliging towards heraunt Jane, and in a mood very unlike last year's grudging service; itwas only reading to the 'mothers' meeting, ' since among the goodladies there prevailed such a strange incapacity of reading aloud, that this part of the business was left to so few that for one tofail, either in presence or in voice, was very inconvenient. Allwere settled down to their needlework, with their babies disposed ofas best they might be. Mr. Hablot had finished his little lecture, and the one lady with a voice had nearly exhausted it, and there wasa slight sensation at the absence of the unfailing Miss Mohun, whenGillian came in with the apologies about going to drive with hermother. 

'And, ' as she described it afterwards 'didn't those wretched beingsall grin and titter, even the ladies, who ought to have had moremanners, and that old Miss Mellon, who is a real growth of the hotbedof gossip, simpered and supposed we must look for such things now;and, though I pretended not to hear, my cheeks would go and flame upas red as---that tasconia, just with longing to tell them Aunt Janewas not so ridiculous; and so I took hold of For Half a Crown, andbegan to read it as if I could bite them all!'

She read herself into a state of pacification, but did not attempt tosee Kalliope that day, being rather shy of all that might beencountered in that house, especially after working hours. The nextday, however, Lady Merrifield's services were required to chaperonthe coy betrothed in an inspection of Cliff House and furniture, which was to be renovated according to her taste, and Gillian was totake that time for a visit to Kalliope, whom she expected to find inthe garden. The usual corner was, however, vacant; and Mr. White washeard making a growl of 'Foolish girl! Doesn't know which way herbread is buttered. '

Maura, however, came running up, and said to Gillian, 'Please comethis way. She is here. '

'What has she hidden herself for?' demanded Mr. White. 'I thoughtshe might have been here to welcome this---Miss Adeline. '

'She is not very well to-day, ' faltered Maura. 

'Oh! ay, fretting. Well, I thought she had more sense. '

Gillian followed Maura, who was no sooner out of hearing than shebegan: 'It is too bad of him to be so cross. Kally really is soupset! She did not sleep all night, and I thought she would havefainted quite away this morning!'

'Oh dear! has he been worrying her?'

'She is very glad and happy, of course, about Miss Ada! and he won'tbelieve it, because he wants her to go out to Italy with them for allnext winter. '

'And won't she? Oh, what a pity!'

'She said she really could not because of us; she could not leave us, Petros and all, without a home. She thought it her duty to stay andlook after us. And then he got cross, and said that she waspresuming on the hope of living in idleness here, and making him keepus all, but she would find herself mistaken, and went off veryangry. '

'Oh, horrid! how could he?'

'I believe, if Kally could have walked so far, she would have gonedown straight to Mr. Lee's. She wanted to, but she was all in atremble, and I persuaded her not, though she did send me down to askMrs. Lee when she can be ready. Then when Alexis came home, Mr. White told him that he didn't in the least mean all that, and wouldnot hear of her going away, though he was angry at her being sofoolish, but he would give her another chance of not throwing awaysuch advantages. And Alexis says she ought not. He wants her to go, and declares that he and I can very well manage with Mrs. Lee, andlook after Petros, and that she must not think of rushing off in ahuff for a few words said in a passion. So, between the two, she wasquite upset and couldn't sleep, and, oh, if she were to be illagain!'

By this time they were in sight of Kalliope lying back in a basket-chair, shaded by the fence of the kitchen-garden, and her weary faceand trembling hand showed how much this had shaken her in herweakness. She sent Maura away, and spoke out her troubles freely toGillian. 'I thought at first my duty was quite clear, and that Iought not to go away and enjoy myself and leave the others to get onwithout me. Alec would find it so dreary; and though Mr. And Mrs. Lee are very good and kind, they are not quite companions to him. Then Maura has come to think so much about people being ladies that Idon't feel sure that she would attend to Mrs. Lee; and the same withPetros in the holidays. If I can't work at first, still I can make ahome and look after them. '

'But it is only one winter, and Alexis thinks you ought; and, oh, what it would be, and how you would get on!'

'That is what puzzles me. Alexis thinks Mr. White has a right toexpect me to improve myself, and not go on for ever making whitejessamines with malachite leaves, and that he can look after Mauraand Petros. I see, too, that I ought to try to recover, or I mightbe a burthen on Alexis for ever, and hinder all his better hopes. Then, there's the not liking to accept a favour after Mr. White saidsuch things, though I ought not to think about it since he made thatapology; but it is a horrid feeling that I ought not to affront himfor the sake of the others. Altogether I do feel so tossed. I can'tget back the feeling I had when I was ill that I need not worry, forthat God will decide. '

And there were tears in her eyes. 

'Can't you ask some one's advice?' said Gillian. 

'If I were sure they quite understood! My head is quite tired withthinking about it. '

Not many moments had passed before there were steps that madeKalliope start painfully, and Maura appeared, piloting anothervisitor. It was Miss Mohun, who had escaped from the survey of therooms, ---so far uneasy at what she had gathered from Mr. White, thatshe was the more anxious to make the offer previously agreed to. 

'My dear, ' she said, 'I am afraid you look tired. '

'They have worried her and knocked her up, ' said Gillian indignantly. 

'I see! Kally, my dear, we are connections now, you know, and I haveheard of Mr. White's plan. It made me think whether you would findthe matter easier if you let me have Maura while you are away tocheer my solitude. Then I could see that she did her lessons, and, between all Gillian's brothers, we could see that Petros was happy inthe holidays. '

'Oh, Miss Mohun! how can I be grateful enough? There is an end ofall difficulties. '

And when the inspecting party came round, and Adeline bent to kissthe white, weary, but no longer distressed face, and kindly said, 'Weshall see a great deal of each other, I hope, ' she replied, with anearnest 'thank you, ' and added to Mr. White, 'Miss Mohun has made itall easy to me, sir, and I am very grateful!'

'Ay, ay! You're a good girl at the bottom, and have some sense!'

CHAPTER XXIII. FANGS

Events came on rapidly that spring. Mr. White was anxious that hismarriage should take place quickly---afraid, perhaps, that his prizewould escape him, and be daunted by the passive disapproval of herfamily, though this was only manifested to him in a want ofcordiality. This, being sincere people, they could not help; andthat outbreak to Kalliope had made the sisters so uneasy, that theywould have willingly endured the ridicule of a broken engagement tosecure Adeline from the risks of a rough temper where gentlemanlyinstincts were not inbred. 

Adeline, however, knew she had gone too far to recede, though shewould willingly have delayed, in enjoyment of the present homage andshrinking from the future plunge away from all her protectors. Though the strong, manly will overpowered hers, and made her submitto the necessities of the case and fix a day early in July, she clungthe more closely to her sisters, and insisted on being accompanied byJane on going to London to purchase the outfit that she had oftenseen in visions before. So Miss Mohun's affairs were put incommission, Gillian taking care of them, and the two sisters were togo to Mrs. Craydon, once, as Marianne Weston, their first friend outof their own family, and now a widow with a house in London, wellpleased at any recall of old times, though inclined, like all therest, to speak of 'poor Ada. '

Lord Rotherwood was, as his cousins had predicted, less disgustedthan the rest, as in matters of business he had been able to test thetrue worth that lay beneath the blemishes of tone and of temper; andhis wife thought the Italian residence and foreign tincture made theaffair much more endurable than could have been expected. She chosean exquisite tea-service for their joint wedding present; but shewould not consent to let Lady Phyllis be a bridesmaid; though theMarquis, discovering that her eldest brother hated the idea of givingher away to the stonemason, offered 'not to put too fine a point onit, but to act the part of Cousin Phoenix. '

Bridesmaids would have been rather a difficulty; but then the deepmourning of Kalliope and Maura made a decided reason for excludingthem; and Miss Adeline, who knew that a quiet wedding would be inmuch the best taste, resolved to content herself with two tinymaidens, Primrose and the contemporary Hablot, her own goddaughter, who, being commonly known as Belle, made a reason for equipping eachin the colour and with the flowers of her name, and the idea wascarried out with great taste. 

Valetta thought it hard that an outsider should be chosen. The youngMerrifields had the failing of large families in clannishexclusiveness up to the point of hating and despising more or lessall who interfered with their enjoyment of one another, and of theirown ways. The absence of society at Silverfold had intensified thisfarouche tone, and the dispersion, instead of curing it, had renderedthem more bent on being alone together. Worst of all was Wilfred, who had been kept at home very inconveniently by some recurringdelicacy of brain and eyes, and who, at twelve years old, was enoughof an imp to be no small torment to his sisters. Valetta wasunmercifully teased about her affection for Kitty Varley and MauraWhite, and, whenever he durst, there were attempts at stings aboutAlexis, until new game offered itself on whom no one had any mercy. 

Captain Henderson was as much in the way as a man could be who knewbut one family in the place, and had no resource but sketching. Hisyellow moustache was to be seen at all manner of unexpected andunwelcome times. If that great honour, a walk with papa, wasgranted, out he popped from Marine Hotel, or a seat in the publicgardens, evidently lying in ambush to spoil their walk. Or he wasfound tete-a-tete with mamma before the five-o'clock tea, talking, nodoubt, 'Raphaels, Correggios, and stuff, ' as in the Royal Wardourdays. Even at Clipston, or in the coves on the beach, he was onlytoo apt to start up from some convenient post for sketching. Hereally did draw beautifully, and Mysie would have been thankful forhis counsels if public opinion had not been so strong. 

Moreover, Kitty Varley conveyed to Valetta the speculations ofRockstone whether Gillian was the attraction. 

'Now, Val, ' said Mysie, 'how can you listen to such nonsense!'

'You said so before, and it wasn't nonsense. '

'It wasn't Aunt Jane. '

'No, but it was somebody. '

'Everybody does marry somebody; but it is no use for us to thinkabout it, for it always turns out just the contrary to all the booksone ever read; so there's no going by anything, and I don't believeit right to talk about it. '

'Why not? Every one does. '

'All the good teachings say one should not talk of what one does notwant one's grown-ups to hear. '

'Oh, but then one would never talk of anything!'

'Oh, Val! I won't be sure, but I don't believe I should mind mamma'shearing all I say. '

'Yes; but you've never been to school, and I heard Bee Varley say shenever saw anybody so childishly simple for her age. '

This brought the colour into Mysie's face, but she said---

'I'd rather be simple than talk as mamma does not like; and, Val, doon no account tell Gillian. '

'I haven't. '

'And don't; don't tell Wilfred, or you know how horrid he would be. '

There was a tell-tale colour in Valetta's cheeks, by which Mysiemight have discerned that Valetta had not resisted the charm ofdeclaring 'that she knew something, ' even though this was sure tolead to tortures of various kinds from Wilfred until it wasextracted. Still the youth as yet was afraid to do much worse thanlook preternaturally knowing at his sister and give hints aboutFangs' holding fast and the like, but quite enough to startle herinto something between being flattered and indignant. She wasscarcely civil to the Captain, and felt bound to express her dislikeon every possible occasion, though only to provoke a grin fromWilfred and a giggle from Valetta. 

Lady Merrifield's basket-carriage and little rough pony had beenbrought from Silverfold, and she took Kalliope out for quiet driveswhenever it was possible; but a day of showers having prevented this, she was concerned to find herself hindered on a second afternoon. Gillian offered to be her substitute. 

'You know I always drive you, mamma. '

'These are worse hills than at Silverfold, and I don't want you tocome down by the sea-wall. '

'I am sure I would not go there for something, among all the stupidpeople. '

'If you keep to the turnpike you can't come to much harm with Bruno. '

'That is awfully---I mean horribly dusty! There's the cliff roadtowards Arnscombe. '

'That is safe enough. I don't think you could come to much realdamage; but remember that for Kally a start or an alarm would bereally as hurtful as an accident to a person in health. '

'Poor old Bruno could hardly frighten a mouse, ' said Gillian. 

'Only take care, and don't be enterprising. '

Gillian drove up to the door of Cliff House, and Kalliope took herseat. It was an enjoyable afternoon, with the fresh clearness ofJune sunshine after showers, great purple shadows of clouds flittingover the sea, dimpled by white crests of wave that broke the goldenpath of sunshine into sparkling ripples, while on the other side ofthe cliff road lay the open moorland, full of furze, stunted ingrowth, but brilliant in colour, and relieved by the purple browns ofblossoming grasses and the white stars of stitchwort. 

'This is delicious!' murmured Kalliope, with a gesture of enjoyment. 

'Much nicer than down below!'

'Oh yes; it seems to stretch one's very soul!'

'And the place is so big and wide that no one can worry withsketching. '

'Yes, it defies that!' said Kalliope, laughing. 

'So, Fa---Captain Henderson won't crop up as he does at everysketchable place. Didn't you know he was here?'

'Yes, Alexis told me he had seen him. '

'Everybody has seen him, I should think; he is always about withnothing to do but that everlasting sketching. '

'He must have been very sorry to be obliged to retire. '

'Horrid! It was weak, and he might have been in Egypt, well out ofthe way. No, I didn't mean that'---as Kalliope looked shocked---'buthe might have been getting distinction and promotion. '

'He used to be very kind, ' said Kalliope, in a tone of regretfulremonstrance. 'It was he who taught me first to draw. '

'He! What, Fa---Captain Henderson?'

'Yes; when I was quite a little girl, and he had only just joined. He found me out before our quarters at Gibraltar trying to draw anold Spaniard selling oranges, and he helped me, and showed me how tohold my pencil. I have got it still---the sketch. Then he used tolend me things to copy, and give me hints till---oh, till my fathersaid I was too old for that sort of thing! Then, you know, my fathergot his commission, and I went to school at Belfast. '

'And you have never seen him since?'

'Scarcely. Sometimes he was on leave in my holidays, and you know wewere at the depot afterwards, but I shall always feel that all that Ihave been able to do since has been owing to him. '

'And how you will enjoy studying at Florence!'

'Oh, think what it would be if I could ever do a reredos for achurch! I keep on dreaming and fancying them, and now there reallyseems a hope. Is that Arnscombe Church?'

'Yes, you know it has been nicely restored. '

'We had the columns to do. The reredos is alabaster, I believe, andwe had nobody fit to undertake that. I so longed for the power! Ialmost saw it. '

'Have you seen what it is?'

'No; I never had time. '

'I suppose it would be too tiring for you now; but we could see theoutside. '

Gillian forgot that Arnscombe, whose blunt gray spire protrudedthrough the young green elms, lay in a little valley through which astream rushed to the sea. The lane was not very steep, but therewere loose stones. Bruno stumbled, he was down; the carriage stoodstill, and the two girls were out on opposite sides in a moment, Gillian crying out---

'Don't be frightened---no harm done!'---as she ran to the pony's head. He lay quite still with heaving sides, and she felt utterly alone andhelpless in the solitary road with an invalid companion whom she didnot like to leave. 

'I am afraid I cannot run for help, ' said Kalliope quietly, thoughbreathlessly; 'but I could sit by the horse and hold his head whileyou go for help. '

'I don't like. Oh, here's some one coming!'

'Can I be of any use?'

Most welcome sound!---though it was actually Captain Henderson theubiquitous wheeling his bicycle up the hill, knapsack of sketchingmaterials on his back. 

'Miss Merrifield! Miss White! I trust no one is hurt!'

'Oh no, thank you, unless it is the poor pony! Kally, sit down onthe bank, I insist! Oh, I am so glad you are come!'

'Can you sit on his head while I cut the traces?'

Gillian did that comfortable thing till released, when the ponyscrambled up again, but with bleeding knees, hip, and side, thoughthe Captain did not think any serious harm was done; but it was evenmore awkward at the moment that both the shafts were broken!

'What is to be done?' sighed Gillian. 'Miss White can't walk. Can Irun down to the village to get something to take her home?'

'The place did not look likely to supply any conveyance better than arough cart, ' said their friend. 

'It is quite impossible to put the poor pony in anyhow! I don't mindwalking in the least; but you know how ill she has been. '

'I see. Only one thing to be done, ' said the Captain, who hadalready turned the carriage round by the stumps of the shafts; 'youmust accept me in lieu of your pony. '

'Oh yes, thank you!' cried Gillian eagerly. 'I can lead poor Bruno, and take care of your bicycle. Jump in, Kally!'

Kalliope, who had wisely abstained from adding a useless voice to thediscussion, here demurred. She could not think of such a thing; theycould very well wait in the carriage while Captain Henderson went onto the town on his bicycle and sent out a midge. 

But there were showers about, and a damp feeling in the lane. Boththe others thought this perilous; besides that, there might be rudepassengers to laugh at their predicament; and Captain Hendersonprotested that the weight was nothing. He prevailed at last; and sheallowed him to hand her into the basket, when she could hardly stand, and wrap the dust-cloth about her. Thus the procession set forth, Gillian with poor drooping Bruno's rein in one hand and the other onthe bicycle, and the Captain gallantly drawing the carriage withKalliope seated in the midst. He tramped on so vigorously as quiteto justify his declaration that it was no burthen to him. It was nota frequented road, and they met no one in the least available to domore than stare or ask a question or two, until, as they approachedthe town and Rockstone Church was full in view, who should appearbefore their eyes but Sir Jasper, Wilfred carrying on his back a hugekite that had been for many evenings in course of construction, andFergus acting as trainbearer. 

Thus came on the first moment of Gillian's explanation, as Sir Jaspertook the poor pony from her and held counsel over the damage, withmany hearty thanks to Captain Henderson. 

'I am sure, sir, no one could have shown greater presence of mindthan the young ladies, ' said that gentleman; and her father's 'I amglad to hear it!' would have gratified Gillian the more, but for theimpish grimace with which Wilfred favoured her behind Kalliope'simpassive back. 

The kite-fliers turned, not without an entreaty from the boys thatthey might go on alone and fly their kite. 

'No, no, boys, ' said their father---'not here; we shall have the kitepulling you into the sea over the cliffs. I must take the pony home;but I will come if possible to-morrow. '

Much disappointed, they went dolefully in the rear, grumbling sottovoce their conviction that there would be no wind to-morrow, and thatit was all 'Fangs's' fault in some incomprehensible manner. 

At Cliff House Kalliope was carefully handed out by Sir Jasper, trying, but with failing voice, to thank Captain Henderson, anddeclaring herself not the worse, though her hand shook so much thatthe General was not content without giving her his arm up the stairs, and telling Maura that he should send Mrs. Halfpenny up to see afterher. The maimed carriage was left in the yard, and Captain Hendersonthen took charge of his iron horse, and the whole male partyproceeded to the livery stables; so that Gillian was able to bealone, when she humbly repeated to her mother the tale parents haveso often to hear of semi-disobedience leading to disaster, but withthe self-reproach and sorrow that drew the sting of displeasure. Pity for Bruno, grief for her mother's deprivation, and anxiety forKalliope might be penance and rebuke sufficient for a bit ofthoughtlessness. Lady Merrifield made no remark; but there was anodd expression in her face when she heard who had come so opportunelyto the rescue. 

Sir Jasper brought a reassuring account of the poor little steed, which would be usable again after a short rest, and the blemish wasthe less important as there was no intention of selling him. Mrs. Halfpenny, too, reported that her patient was as quiet as a lamb. 'She wasn't one to fash herself for nothing and go into screamingcries, but kenned better what was fitting for one born under HerMajesty's colours. '

So there was nothing to hinder amusement when at dinner Sir Jaspercomically described the procession as he met it. Kalliope White, looking only too like Minerva, or some of those Greek goddess statuesthey used to draw about, sitting straight and upright in hertriumphal car, drawn by her votary; while poor Gillian came behindwith the pony on one side and the bicycle on the other, very much asif she were conducting the wheel on which she was to be broken, as anoffering to the idol. 

'I think, ' said Mysie, 'Captain Henderson was like the two happy sonsin Solon's story, who dragged their mother to the temple. '

'Only they died of it, ' said Gillian. 

'And nobody asked how the poor mother felt afterwards, ' added LadyMerrifield. 

'I thought they all had an apotheosis together, ' said Sir Jasper. 'Let us hope that devotion may have its reward. '

There was a little lawn outside the drawing-room windows at Il Lido. Lady Merrifield was sitting just within, and her husband had justbrought her a letter to read, when they heard Wilfred's impish voice. 

'Jack---no, not Jack---Fangs!'

'But Fangs's name is Jack, so it will do as well, ' said Valetta'svoice. 

'Hurrah---so it is! Jack---'

'Hush, Wilfred---this is too foolish!' came Gillian's tones inremonstrance. 

 'Jack and Jill went up the hill To draw---'

'To draw! Oh, that's lovely!' interrupted Valetta. 

'He is always drawing, ' said Gillian, with an odd laugh. 

'He was brought up to it. First teeth, and then "picturs, " and then---oh, my---ladies home from the wash!' went on Wilfred. 

'But go on, Will!' entreated Valetta. 

 'Jack and Jill went up the hill To draw a piece of water---'

'No, no, ' put in Wilfred---'that's wrong!

 'To draw the sergeant's daughter; Fangs dragged down unto the town, And Jill came moaning after!'

'I didn't moan---'

'Oh, you don't know how disconsolate you looked! Moaning, you know, because her Fangs had to draw the other young woman---eh, Gill? Fangsalways leave an aching void, you know. '

'You ridiculous boy! I'm sure I wish Fangs would leave a void. Itwouldn't ache!'

The two parents had been exchanging glances of something very likeconsternation, and of the mute inquiry on one side, 'Were you awareof this sort of thing? and an emphatic shake of the head on theother. Then Sir Jasper's voice exclaimed aloud---

'Children, we hear every word you say, and are shocked at yourimpertinence and bad taste!'

There was a scatter. Wilfred and Valetta, who had been pinioningGillian on either side by her dress, released her, and fled into thelaurels that veiled the guinea-pigs; but their father's long stridespursued them, and he gravely said---

'I am very sorry to find this is your style of so-called wit!'

'It was only chaff, ' said Valetta, the boldest in right of hergirlhood. 

'Very improper chaff! I am the last person to object to harmlessmerriment; but you are both old enough to know that on these subjectssuch merriment is not harmless. '

'Everybody does it, ' whined Valetta, beginning one of her cryingfits. 

'I am sorry you have been among people who have led you to think so. No nicely-minded girl will do so, nor any brother who wishes to seehis sisters refined, right-feeling women. Go in, Valetta---I can'tsuffer this howling! Go, I say! Your mother will talk to you. Now, Wilfred, do you wish to see your sisters like your mother?'

'They'll never be that, if they live to a hundred!'

'Do not you hinder it, then; and never let that insulting nicknamepass your lips again. '

Wilfred's defence as to universal use in the family was inaudible, and he was allowed to slouch away. 

Gillian had fled to her mother, entreating her to explain to herfather that such jests were abhorrent to her. 

'But you know, mamma, if I was cross and dignified, Wilfred wouldenjoy it all the more, and be ten times worse. '

'Quite true, my dear. Papa will understand; but we are sorry to hearthat nickname. 

'It was an old Royal Wardour name, mamma. Harry and Claude both usedit, and---oh, lots of the young officers!'

'That does not make it more becoming in you. '

'N---no. But oh, mamma, he was very kind to-day! But I do wish ithad been anybody else!'

And her colour rose so as to startle her mother. 

'Why, my dear, I thought you would have been glad that a stranger didnot find you in that plight!'

'But it makes it all the worse. He does beset us, mamma; and it ishard on me, after all the other nonsense!'

Lady Merrifield burst out laughing. 

'My dear child, he thinks as much of you as of old Halfpenny!'

'Oh, mamma, are you sure?' said Gillian, still hiding her face. 'Itwas not silliness of my own; but Kitty Varley told Val that everybodysaid it---her sister, and Miss Mohun, and all. Why can't he go away, and not be always bothering about this horrid place with nothing todo?'

'How thankful I shall be to have you all safe at Clipston!'

'But, mamma, can't you keep him off us?'

Valetta's sobbing entrance here prevented more; but while explainingto her the causes of her father's displeasure, her mother extracted agood deal more of the gossip, to which she finally returned answer---

'There is no telling the harm that is done by chattering gossip inthis way. You might have learnt by what happened before whatmistakes are made. What am I to do, Valetta? I don't want to hinderyou from having friends and companions; but if you bring home suchmischievous stories, I shall have to keep you entirely amongourselves till you are older and wiser. '

'I never---never will believe---anybody who says anybody is going tomarry anybody!' sobbed Valetta desperately and incoherently. 

'Certainly no one who knows nothing about the matter. There isnothing papa and I dislike much more than such foolish talk; and totease your sister about it is even worse; but I will say no moreabout that, as I believe it was chiefly Wilfred's doing. '

'I---told---Will, ' murmured Valetta. 'Mysie begged me not, but I haddone it. '

'How much you would have saved yourself and everybody else if you hadlet the foolish word die with you! Now, good-night, my dear. Batheyour eyes well, or they will be very uncomfortable to-morrow; and dotry to cure yourself of roaring when you cry. It vexes papa so muchmore. '

Another small scene had to follow with the boy, who was quite willingto go off to bed, having no desire to face his father again, thoughhis mother had her fears that he was not particularly penitent for'what fellows always did when people were spooning. ' He could onlybe assured that he would experience unpleasant consequences if herecurred to the practice; but Wilfred had always been the problem inthe family. 

The summer twilight was just darkening completely, and LadyMerrifield had returned to the drawing-room, and was about to ringfor lights, when Sir Jasper came in through the window, saying---

'No question now about renewal. Angelic features, more than angeliccalmness and dignity. Ha! you there, young ladies!' he added in somedismay as two white dresses struck his eye. 

'There's no harm done, ' said Lady Merrifield, laughing. 'I wasthinking whether to relieve Gillian's mind by telling her the stateof the case, and Mysie is to be trusted. '

'Oh, mamma, then it is Kalliope!' exclaimed Gillian, alreadyrelieved, for even love could not have perceived calmness and dignityin her sitting upon Bruno's head. 

'Has she ever talked about him?' asked Lady Merrifield. 

'No; except to-day, when I said I hoped she was safe from him on thatroad. She said he had always been very kind to her, and taught herto draw when she was quite a little girl. '

'Just so, ' said Lady Merrifield. 'Well, when she was a little older, poor Mr. White, who was one of the most honourable and scrupulous ofmen, took alarm, and saw that it would never do to have the youngofficers running after her. '

'It was an uncommonly awkward position, ' added Sir Jasper, 'with sucha remarkable-looking girl, and a foolish unmanageable mother. Itmade poor White's retirement the more reasonable when the girl wasgrowing too old to be kept at school any longer. '

'And has he been constant to her all these years? How nice!' criedMysie. 

'After a fashion, ' said Lady Merrifield. 'He made me the receptacleof a good deal of youthful despair. '

'All the lads did, ' said her husband. 

'But he got over it, and it seemed to have passed out of his life. However, he asked after the Whites as soon as we met him in London;and now he tells me that he never forgot Kalliope---her face alwayscame between him and any one whom his mother threw in his way; and hecame down here, knowing her history, and with the object of seeingher again. '

'And he has not, till now?'

'No. Besides the absolute need of keeping her quiet, it would notexactly do for him to visit her while she is alone with Maura atCliff House, and I wished him first to see her casually amongst us, for I dreaded her not fulfilling his ideal. '

'Oh!'

'When I think of her at fourteen or fifteen, with that exquisitebloom and the floating wavy hair, I see a very different creaturefrom what she is now. '

'Peach or ivory carving, ' said Sir Jasper. 

'Yes; she is nobler, finer altogether, and has gained in countenancegreatly; but he may not think so, and I should like her to be lookinga little less ill. '

'Well, I can't help hoping he will be disappointed, and be too stupidto care for her!' exclaimed Gillian. 

'Indeed?' said her father in a tone of displeased surprise. 

'He is so insignificant; he does not seem to suit with her, ' saidGillian in a tone of defence;' and there does not seem to be anythingin him. '

'That only shows the effect of nursing prejudice by using foolishopprobrious nicknames. Henderson was a good officer, he has shownhimself an excellent son, always sacrificing his own predilectionsfor the sake of duty. He is a right-minded, religious, sensible man, his own master, and with no connections to take umbrage at MissWhite's position. It is no commonplace man who knows how to honourher for it. Nothing could be a happier fate for her; and you will beno friend to her if you use any foolish terms of disparagement of himbecause he does not happen to please your fancy. '

'I am sure Gillian will do no such thing, now that she understandsthe case' said her mother. 

'Oh no, indeed! said Gillian. 'It was only a first feeling. '

'And you will allow for a little annoyance, papa, ' added LadyMerrifield. 'We really have had a great deal of him, and he doesspoil the children's walks with you. '

Sir Jasper laughed. 

'I agree that the sooner this is over the better. You need have nodoubts as to the first view, now that Gillian has effected theintroduction. No words can do justice to her beauty, though, by thebye, he must have contemplated her through the back of his head!'

'Well, won't that do! Can't he be sent off for the present, for asto love-making now, with all the doubts and scruples in the way, itwould be the way to kill her outright. '

'You must take that in hand, my lady---it is past me! Come, girls, give us some music!'

The two girls went up at bed-time to their room, Mysie capering anddeclaring that here was real, true, nice love, like people instories, and Gillian still bemoaning a little that, whatever papamight say, Fa---Captain Henderson would always be too poor a creaturefor Kalliope. 

'If I was quite sure it was not only her beauty, ' added Gillianphilosophically. 

Lady Merrifield went up to Cliff House as early as she could the nextday. She found her patient there very white and shaken, but not somuch by the adventure of yesterday as by a beautiful bouquet of thechoicest roses which lay on the table before her sofa, left byCaptain Henderson when he had called to inquire after her. 

'What ought I to do, dear Lady Merrifield?' she asked. 'They camewhile I was dressing, and I did not know. '

'You mean about a message of thanks?'

'Yes; my dear father was so terribly displeased when I wore a rosethat he gave me before the great review at Belfast that I feel as ifI ought not to touch these; and yet it is so kind, and after all hiswonderful kindness yesterday. '

The hand on the side and the trembling lip showed the painfulfluttering of heart, and the voice died away. 

'My dear, things are very different now. Take my word for it, yourfather could not be displeased for a moment at any kindness betweenyou and Captain Henderson. Ten years ago he was a very young man, and his parents were living, and your father was bound in honour, andfor your sake too, to prevent attentions from the young officers. '

'Oh yes, I know it would have been shocking to have got into thatsort of thing!'

'But now he is entirely at his own disposal, and a man of four orfive-and-thirty, who has gone through a great deal, and I do notthink that to send him a friendly message of thanks for a bunch offlowers to his old fellow-soldier's daughter would be anything butwhat Captain White would think his due. '

'Oh, '---a sigh of relief, ---'please tell him, dear Lady Merrifield!'And she stretched out her hand for the flowers, and lovingly cooledher cheek with their petals, and tenderly admired them singly, venturing now to enjoy them and even caress them. 

Lady Merrifield ventured on no more; but she carried off ultimatelyhopeful auguries for the gentleman who had been watching for her, very anxious to hear her report. She was, however, determined onpersuading him to patience, reinforcing her assurances with Dr. Dagger's opinion, that though Kalliope's constitution needed onlyquiet and rest entirely to shake off the effects of the overstrain ofthat terrible half-year, yet that renewed agitation would probablyentail chronic heart-complaint; and she insisted that without makingany sign the lover should go out of reach for several months, making, for instance, the expedition to Norway of which he had been talking. He could not understand at first that what he meant to propose wouldnot be the best means of setting that anxious heart at rest; and LadyMerrifield had to dwell on the swarm of conscientious scruples andquestions that would arise about saddling him with such a family, andshould not be put to rest as easily as he imagined. At last, by thefurther representation that she would regard her mother's death asfar too recent for such matters to occupy her, and by the assertionof the now fixed conviction that attentions from him at present couldonly agitate and distress her harmfully, and bring on her maliciousremarks, the Captain was induced to believe that Rocca Marina orFlorence would be a far better scene for his courtship, and to deferit till he could find her there in better health. 

He was brought at last to promise to leave Rockquay at once, anddispose of himself in Norway, if only Lady Merrifield would procurehim one meeting with Kalliope, in which he solemnly promised to donothing that could startle her or betray his intentions. 

Lady Merrifield managed it cunningly. It had been already fixed thatKalliope should come down to a brief twelve-o'clock service held atSt. Kenelm's for invalids, there to return thanks for her recovery, in what she felt as her own church; and she was to come to Il Lidoand rest there afterwards. Resolving to have no spectators, LadyMerrifield sent off the entire family for a picnic at Clipston, promising them with some confidence that they would not be haunted byCaptain Henderson, and that she would come in the waggonette, bringing Fergus as soon as he was out of school, drink tea, and fetchhome the tired. 

Sir Jasper went too, telling her, with a smile, that he was far tooshy to assist her in acting chaperon. 

'Dragon, you had better say---I mean to put on all my teeth andclaws. '

These were not, however, very visible at the church door when she metKalliope, who had come down in a bath-chair, but was able afterwardsto walk slowly to Il Lido. Perhaps Captain Henderson was, however, aware of them; for Kalliope had no knowledge of his presence in thechurch or in the street, somewhat in the rear, nor did he venture topresent himself till there had been time for luncheon and for rest, and till Kalliope had been settled in the cool eastern window underthe verandah, with an Indian cushion behind her that threw out herprofile like a cameo. 

Then, as if to call on Lady Merrifield, Captain Henderson appearedarmed, according to a wise suggestion, with his portfolio; and therewas a very quiet and natural overlooking of his drawings, whichevidently gave Kalliope immense pleasure, quite unsuspiciously. Precautions had been taken against other visitors, and all went offso well and happily that Lady Merrifield felt quite triumphant whenthe waggonette came round, and, after picking up Fergus, she setKalliope down at her own door, with something like a colour in hercheeks and lips, and thanks for a happy afternoon, and the greatpleasure in seeing one of the dear old Royal Wardours again. 

But, oh mamma, ' said Gillian, feeling as if the thorn in her thoughtsmust be extracted, 'are you sure it is not all her beauty?'

'Her beauty, no doubt, began it, and gratifies the artist eye; but Iam sure his perseverance is due to appreciation of her noblecharacter, ' said Lady Merrifield. 

'Oh, mamma, would he if she had been ever so good, and no prettierthan other people?'

'Don't pick motives so, my child; her beauty helps to make up the sumand substance of his adoration, and she would not have thecountenance she has without the goodness. Let that satisfy you. '

CHAPTER XXIV. CONCLUSION

The wedding was imminent by this time. The sisters returned fromLondon, the younger looking brilliant and in unusual health, and theelder fagged and weary. Shopping, or rather looking on at shopping, had been a far more wearying occupation than all the schools anddistricts in Rockquay afforded. 

And besides the being left alone, there was the need of consideringher future. The family had certainly expected that a rich and open-handed man like Mr. White would bethink him that half what wassufficient for two was not enough for one to live in the same style, and would have resigned his bride's fortune to her sister, but, as arule, he never did what was expected of him, and he had, perhaps, been somewhat annoyed by Mr. Mohun's pertinacity about settlements, showing a certain distrust of commercial wealth. At any rate, all hedid was to insist on paying handsomely for Maura's board; but stillMiss Mohun believed she should have to give up the pretty house builtby themselves, and go into smaller quarters, more especially as itwas universally agreed that Adeline must have Mrs. Mount with her, and Mrs. Mount would certainly be miserable in 'foreign parts' unlessher daughter went with her. It was demonstrated that the remainingmeans would just suffice to keep up Beechcroft; but Jane knew that itcould be only done at the cost of her subscriptions and charities, and she merely undertook to take no measures till winter---theRockquay season. 

Sir Jasper, who thought she behaved exceedingly well about it, authorised an earnest invitation to make her home at Clipston; butthough she was much gratified, she knew she should be in his way, and, perhaps, in that of the boys, and it was too far from the workto which she meant to devote herself even more completely, when itwould be no longer needful to be companionable to a semi-invalid fondof society. 

However, just then her brother, the Colonel, came at last for hislong leave. He knew that his retirement was only a matter of months, and declared his intention of joining forces with her, if she wouldhave him, and, in the meantime, he was desirous of contributing hisfull share in keeping up the home. Nor did Jane feel it selfish toaccept his offer, for she knew that Clipston would give him congenialsociety and shooting, and that there was plenty of useful layman workfor him in the town; and that 'old Reggie' should wish to set up hisstaff with her raised her spirits, so that cheerfulness was no longeran effort. 

The wedding was to be very quiet. Only just after the day wasfinally fixed, Mrs. Merrifield's long decay ended unexpectedly, andSir Jasper had to hasten to London, and thence to the funeral atStokesley. She was a second wife, and he her only son, so that heinherited from her means that set him much more at his ease withregard to his large family than he had ever been before. Theintention that Lady Merrifield should act mistress of the house atthe wedding breakfast had, of course, to be given up, and onlyPrimrose's extreme youth made it possible to let her still be abridesmaid. 

So the whole party, together with the Whites, were only spectators inthe background, and the procession into church consisted of just theabsolutely needful persons---the bride in a delicate nondescriptcoloured dress, such as none but a French dressmaker could describe, and covered with transparent lace, like, as Mysie averred, ahedgeback full of pig-nut flowers, the justice of the comparisonbeing lost in the ugliness of the name; and as all Rockquay tried tosqueeze into the church to see and admire, the beauty was not thrownaway. 

No tears were shed there; but afterwards, in her own familiar room, between her two sisters, Adeline White shed floods of tears, and, clinging to Jane's neck, asked how she could ever have consented toleave her, extracting a promise of coming to her in case of illness. Nothing but a knock at the door by Valetta, with a peremptory messagethat Mr. White said they should be late for the train, induced her todry her tears and tear herself away. 

Kalliope and Maura remained with Miss Mohun during the bridal journeyto Scotland, and by the time it was ended the former had shaken offthe invalid habits, and could hardly accept the doctor's assurancethat she ought not to resume her work, though she was grateful forthe delights before her, and the opportunities of improvement thatshe was promised at Florence. Her health had certainly been improvedby Frank Stebbing's departure for America. Something oozed out thatmade Miss Mohun suspect that he had been tampering with the accounts, and then it proved that there had been a crisis and discovery, whichMr. White had consented to hush up for his partner's sake. Alexishad necessarily known of the investigation and disclosure, but hadkept absolute silence until it had been brought to light in otherways, and the culprit was beyond seas. Mr. Stebbing was about toretire from the business, but for many reasons the dissolution of thepartnership was deferred. 

Alexis was now in a post of trust, with a larger salary. He lodgedat Mrs. Lee's, and was, in a manner, free of Miss Mohun's house; buthe spent much of his leisure time in study, being now able to payregularly for instruction from the tutor who taught at Mrs. Edgar'sschool. 

Maura asked him rather pertly what was the use of troubling himselfabout Latin and Greek, if he held himself bound to the marble works. 

'It is not trouble---it is rest, ' he said; and at her gasp, 'Besides, marble works or no, one ought to make the best of one's self. '

By the time Mr. And Mrs. White came back from Scotland, the repairsat Clipston had been accomplished, and the Merrifields had takenpossession. It all was most pleasant in that summer weather goingbackwards and forwards between the houses; the Sunday coming intochurch and lunching at Aunt Jane's, where Valetta and Primrose stayedfor Mrs. Hablot's class, and were escorted home by Macrae in time forevening service at Clipston, where their mother, Gillian, and Mysiereigned over their little school. There was a kind of homely easeand family life, such that Adeline once betrayed that she sometimesfelt as if she was going into banishment. However, there was nodoubt that she enjoyed her husband's pride in and devotion to her, aswell as all the command of money and choice of pretty things that shehad obtained, and she looked well, handsome, and dignified. 

Still it was evident that she was very glad of Kalliope'scompanionship, and that the pair were not on those exclusivelyintimate terms that would make a third person de trop. 

By Sir Jasper's advice, Lady Merrifield did not mention thepossibility of a visit from Captain Henderson, who would come uponMr. White far better on his own merits, and had better not beexpected either by Adeline or Kalliope. 

Enthusiastic letters from both ladies described the delights of thejourney, which was taken in a leisurely sight-seeing manner; and asto Rocca Marina, it seemed to be an absolute paradise. Mr. White hadtaken care to send out an English upholsterer, so that insular ideasof comfort might be fulfilled within. Without, the combination ofmountain and sea, the vine-clad terraces, the chestnut slopes, themagical colours of the barer rocks, the coast-line trending far away, the azure Mediterranean, with the white-sailed feluccas skimmingacross it, filled Kalliope with the more transport because itsatisfied the eyes that had unconsciously missed such colouringscenes ever since her early childhood. 

The English workmen and their families hailed with delight an Englishlady. The chaplain and his wife were already at work among them, andtheir little church only waiting for the bride to lay the firststone. 

The accounts of Kalliope's walks as Mrs. White's deputy among thesepeople, of her scrambles and her sketching made her recovery evident. Adeline had just been writing that the girl was too valuable to bothherself and Mr. White ever to be parted with, when Captain Hendersoncame back from Norway, and had free permission from Lady Merrifieldto put his fate to the touch. 

English tourists who know how to behave themselves were alwayswelcome to enliven the seclusion of Rocca Marina, and admire all, ofwhich Adeline was as proud as Mr. White himself. Recommendations toits hospitality did not fail, and the first of Adeline's long lettersshowed warm appreciation of this pleasant guest, who seemed enchantedwith the spot. 

Next, Mrs. White's sagacity began to suspect his object, and thereensued Kalliope's letter, full of doubts and scruples, unable to helpbeing happy, but deferring her reply till she should hear from LadyMerrifield, whether it could be right to burthen any man with such afamily as hers. 

The old allegiance to her father's commanding officer, as well as thekindness she had received, seemed to make her turn to ask theirapproval as if they were her parents; and of course it was heartilygiven, Sir Jasper himself writing to set before her that JohnHenderson was no suddenly captivated youth unable to calculateconsequences, but a man of long-tried affection and constancy, freefrom personal ties, and knowing all her concerns. The younger onesall gave promise of making their own way, and a wise elder brotherwas the best thing she could give them. Even Richard might be thebetter for the connection, and Sir Jasper had taken care that thereshould be some knowledge of what he was. 

There was reason to think that all hesitation had been overcome evenbefore the letters arrived. For it appeared that Captain Hendersonhad fraternised greatly with Mr. White, and that having much wishedfor an occupation, he had decided to become a partner in the marbleworks, bringing the art-knowledge and taste that had been desirable, and Kalliope hoped still to superintend the mosaic workers. It wasagreed that the marriage had far better take place away fromRockquay, and it was resolved that it should be at Florence, and thatthe couple should remain there for the winter, studying art, andespecially Florentine mosaic, and return in the spring, when theStebbings would have concluded their arrangements and vacated theirhouse. 

Mr. White, in great delight, franked out Alexis and Maura to bepresent at the wedding, and a longing wish of Kalliope's that Mr. Flight would officiate was so far expressed that Lady Merrifieldmentioned it to him. He was very much moved, for he had been feelingthat his relations with the Whites had been chiefly harmful, though, as Alexis now assured him, his notice had been their first ray ofcomfort in their changed life at Rockquay. The experience hadcertainly made him older and wiser. Mrs. White---or, as her niecescould not help calling her among themselves, the Contessa di RoccaMarina---urged that her sister Jane should join the company, and bringGillian to act as the other bridesmaid. This, after a littledeliberation, was accepted, and the journey was the greatest treat toall concerned. Mr. Flight, the only one of the party who hadtravelled before in the sense of being a tourist, was amused by thekeen and intense delight of Miss Mohun as well as the younger ones inall they beheld, and he steered them with full experience of hotelsand of what ought to be visited, so as to be an excellent courier. 

As to Rocca Marina, where they spent a few days, no words woulddescribe their admiration, though they brought home a whole book ofsketches to back their descriptions. They did not, however, bringback Maura. Mrs. White had declared that she must remain to supplythe place of her sister. She was nearly fifteen years old, andalready pretty well advanced in her studies, she would pick upforeign languages, the chaplain would teach her when at Rocca Marina, and music and drawing would be attainable in the spring at Florence. Moreover, Mr. White promised to regard her as a daughter. 

Another point was settled. Alexis had worked in earnest for eightmonths, and had convinced himself that the marble works were not hisvocation, though he had acquitted himself well enough to induce Mr. White to offer him a share in the business, and he would haveaccepted it if needful. He had, however, made up his mind toendeavour to obtain a scholarship at Oxford, and Captain Hendersonpromised that whether successful in this or not, he should be enabledto keep his terms there. Mr. White could not understand how a mancould prefer being a poor curate to being a rich quarrymaster, buthis wife and the two sisters had influence enough to prevent him frombeing offended, and this was the easier, because Theodore had tastesand abilities that made it likely that he would be thoroughlyavailable at the works. 

What shall be said of the return to Rockstone? Mr. Flight came homefirst, then, after many happy days of appreciative sightseeing, AuntJane and Gillian. They had not been ashamed of being Britishspinsters with guide-books in their hands; nor, on the other hand, had they been obliged to see what they did not care about, and Mr. White had put them in the way of the best mode of seeing what theycared about; and above all, the vicissitudes of travel, even in easy-going modern fashion, had made them one with each other according toJane's best hopes. It was declared that the aunt looked five yearsyounger for such recreation as she had never known before, and sheset to work with double energy. 

When, in May, Captain and Mrs. Henderson took possession of thepretty house that had been fitted up for them, though Miss Mellonmight whisper to a few that she had only been one of the mosaichands, there was not much inclination to attend to the story amongthe society to which Lady Merrifield introduced her. Theseacquaintances would gladly have seen more of her than she had time togive them, between family claims and home cares, her attention to theartistic side of the business, for which she had not studied in vain, and her personal and individual care for the young women concernedtherein. For years to come, even, it was likely that visitors toRockstone would ask one another if they had seen that remarkablybeautiful Mrs. Henderson. 

Mrs. White, reigning there in the summer, in her fine house andgardens, though handsome as ever, had the good sense to resign thepalm of beauty, and be gratified with the admiration for one whom sheaccepted as a protegee and appendage, whose praise reflected uponherself. And Cliff House under the new regime was a power inRockstone, with its garden-parties, drawing-room meetings on behalfof everything good and desirable, its general superintendence andpromotion of all that could aid in the welfare of the place. Therewas general rejoicing when it was occupied. 

Adeline, in better health than she had enjoyed since her earlygirlhood, and feeling her consequence both in Italy and at Rockstone, was often radiant, always kind and friendly and ready with patronageand assistance. Her sisters wondered at times how absolute herhappiness was; they sometimes thought she said too much about it, andabout her dear husband's indulgence, in her letters, to be quitesatisfactory; and when she came to Rockstone there was aneffusiveness of affection towards her family, an unwillingness tospare her sisters or nieces from her side, an earnest desire to takeone back to Italy with her, that betrayed something lacking incompanionship. Jane detected likewise such as the idolising husbandfelt this attachment a little over much. 

It was not quite possible to feel him one with her family, or makehim feel himself one. He would always be 'company' with them. Hehad indeed been invited to Beechcroft Court, but it was plain thatthe visit had been stiff and wearisome to both parties, even more sothan that to Rotherwood, where there was no reason to look for muchfamiliarity. 

In the same way, to Reginald Mohun, who had been obliged to retire asfull Colonel, Mr. White was so absolutely distasteful that it was hissister's continual fear that he would encourage the young people'ssurreptitious jokes about their marble uncle. Sir Jasper, alwaysfeeling accountable for having given the first sanction, did his bestfor the brother-in-law; but in spite of regard, there was no gettingover the uncongeniality that would always be the drop in Adeline'scup. The perfect ease and confidence of family intercourse wouldalter on his entrance!

Nobody got on with him so well as Captain Harry May. For I do notspeak to that dull elf who cannot figure to himself the great familymeeting that came to pass when the colonists came home---how sweet andmatronly 'Aunt Phyllis' looked, how fresh and bright her daughterswere, and how surprised Valetta was to find them as well instructedand civilised as herself, though she did not like Primrose, expect tosee them tattooed. One of the party was no other than Dolores Mohun. She had been very happy with her father for three years. They hadbeen at Kotorua at the time of the earthquake, and Dolores hadacquired much credit for her reasonableness and self-possession, butthere had been also a young lady, not much above her own age, who hadneeded protection and comfort, and the acquaintance there begun hadended in her father deciding on a marriage with a pretty gentlecreature as unlike the wife of his youth as could be imagined. 

Dolores had behaved very well, as her Aunt Phyllis warmly testified, but it was a relief to all parties when the proposal was made that, immediately after the wedding, she should go home under her aunt'sescort to finish her education. She had learnt to love and trustAunt Phyllis; but to be once more with Aunt Lily and Mysie was thegreatest peace and bliss she could conceive. And she was a verydifferent being from the angular defiant girl of those days whichseemed so long ago. 

There is no need to say more at present of these old friends. Thereis no material for narrative in describing how the 'calm decay' ofDr. May in old age was cheered by the presence of his sailor son, norin the scenes where the brothers, sisters, and friends exchangedhappy recollections, brightened each other's lives with affection andstimulated one another in serving God in their generation. 

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