"Oh, no, Tony!"
"Yes, Polly! we can"t put it off now. I must see her mother. And we are going to close the tea-room, and--and lots of things. But we can come back again."
Mrs. Oxenham was then prevailed on to wait to see them off, and the Rogersons sent out for champagne that lunch might be served in a style befitting the occasion. Having made up her mind to support Tony, there was nothing Mary would not do to please him; and she fraternised with Jenny"s relatives, invited them to Wandooyamba, drove them to the station, and otherwise effaced herself and her social prejudices, in the spirit of a generous woman who is also a born lady. On the platform she kissed the lovers in turn, regardless of spectators.
"I declare," she said, aside to her brother, "it is ridiculous of you two to be going away like this; you should have gone alone, Tony, and left Jenny with me."
He laughed derisively.
"You could have come back for her when you had seen her mother, or I could have brought her down. You look exactly like a bride and bridegroom starting off on their honeymoon, with all this party seeing you off."
"We"ll be that when we come back again," said he.
"Oh, I hope you are not going to put off coming to me till then!"
He laughed again, and dropped his voice. "I"m going to take her to Europe, Polly, and we must sail not later than March, you know, on account of the Red Sea, and the English spring, which I don"t want her to miss."
"_Tony!_ You are _not_ going off again, before we"ve hardly got you back!"
"She has never seen the world, as we have, and I"m going to show it to her. It"s what her little heart is set on. And time she had some pleasure, after all her hard work."
"Ah, ah! "She" will be everything, now!"
"She won"t be everything, but she"ll be first. Where is she, by the way?
Come, little one, jump in."
Jenny stepped into a small compartment of the ancient carriages provided for this unimportant branch line, and he sprang in after her. Though it was close to Christmas, and other compartments were fairly full, they had this one to themselves--whether by fair means or foul did not transpire. As soon as they were off Anthony proceeded to unfold in detail the plans he had been hatching through the night, because, he said, the main line train would be crowded, and he might not have another opportunity.
"We"ll go abroad, Jenny, first, and then settle----"
"But I am not going to desert my family all in a moment, as you seem to think," she protested. "Indeed, indeed I cannot----"
He simply put his hand over her mouth.
"It won"t take very long, and I shall want to have a house preparing for us to come to when we get back. I shall want to feel that we have a home, all the same--for we may get tired of wandering at any minute. And this is a thing one can"t leave to other people. One must choose for one"s self. So I shall at once look round for a nice place--Hush, Jenny!
Don"t interrupt me when I"m speaking, it"s rude--and then I shall see if I can"t persuade your mother and sister to look after it for us. You see, we shall be sending home furniture and all sorts of odds and ends from different places as we travel about, and we shall want somebody we can trust to receive the things and take care of them. I hardly like to ask such a favour of her, but for your sake I believe your mother would like the job; and I daresay she will feel lonesome with nothing to do when the tea-room is shut up. I shall take pa.s.sages _immediately_, because berths are bespoken months before at this time of year. For February, if possible."
Jenny gasped. "Oh, talk of cheek and impudence--! Am I not to have any say at all?"
"Certainly not. An infinitesimal little mite like you!"
"You seem to think that, because I am small, I"m not to be counted as a woman with a will of her own."
"Oh, no. But you have had your turn of bossing people and managing things. Now I"m going to have mine, and you must submit to be bossed in your turn. Do you see? That"s only fair."
The sort of bossing that she received that day was too delicious for words. After her long toil and struggle to take care of others, the being cared for herself, in this strong and tender fashion, was perhaps the sweetest experience she ever had in her life. The main line train was crowded, but no one crowded her. Refreshments, such as they were, were produced without any trouble to herself, whenever she wanted them.
But the charm of all was to sit beside him, content and peaceful, and know that she had nothing to do or to fear--that the combined world was powerless to touch her through the shield of his protection.
Jarvis was at Spencer Street, and took her luggage and instructions what to do with it. A hansom was waiting for his master, and into this he put Jenny, and drove her home through the gas-lit streets to her impatient mother and sister.
Mrs. Liddon had been prepared by Sarah for the tale they had to tell; nevertheless, she wept with joy when she heard it, and was particularly enchanted to know that her sister Emma had been properly taught not to look down on them that were as good as herself and better. Likewise she thanked G.o.d that Joey"s future was a.s.sured. And she folded her eldest daughter to her breast, and declared that Mr. Churchill had got a treasure, though she said it that shouldn"t; and bade him forgive her for being an old fool and crying over it, when she was really that happy that she didn"t know if she stood on her head or her heels.
The tea-room had long been closed, and she had had time to exercise her special talents in the production of a charming supper, to the excellence of which he testified in the only satisfactory way. He ate largely, and remarked that he had never enjoyed anything more in his life.
"Well, I never enjoyed cooking things more," she said; and added, rather pathetically, "I must say I do get a little tired of making nothing but scones, day after day."
"You shall not make any more," said Jenny. "We are going to talk to Mrs.
Allonby in the morning, and see if she will not take over the tea-room, and set us free."
"She"ll be only too glad to jump at the chance," said Mrs. Liddon proudly, "if we make the terms reasonable. But, ah!"--shaking her head--"she"ll never make scones like I do."
CHAPTER XXI
THE BEST AVAILABLE
So quickly did Jenny, aided by her impetuous lover, effect the transfer of her business, that she was out of it before Christmas Day. The basket-maker"s wife had the benefit of the holiday custom, and the ex-proprietors the pleasant consciousness of having laboured successfully, in every sense of the word, and being now ent.i.tled to that rest and recreation which only those who have worked well can appreciate. They were all glad to be free. They had not realised the severity of the constant strain until it was removed, and wondered that people who could spend their days as they pleased were not more grateful for the privilege.
"And now," said Anthony, "I want you all to be my guests for Christmas.
A friend has lent me his yacht, and we will go for a cruise wherever you like--inside the Bay or outside--according to how you stand it. Sarah is looking thin--she wants taking right out of this air; and the mother will not be the worse for a sea blow after living at the oven-mouth so long. Tell Joe to bring a mate--any male friend he likes. I have invited one of my own--a very good fellow--who wants to know you. Jenny, is a day long enough to get ready in? You don"t want any finery."
"Quite," she replied, for she had been previously acquainted with this plan for enabling him and her to enjoy long days together; and she set to work to pack for the family with her business-like prompt.i.tude.
While thus engaged she was called into their little parlour to receive a visit from Mr. Churchill. The old gentleman presented himself in his most benevolent aspect, bearing a bouquet of flowers; and, while Jenny could hardly speak for blushing grat.i.tude, he asked her if she would give an old man a kiss, and secured her doting affection for ever by that gracious recognition of her new rights.
"And so you are going to be my daughter," he said, patting her head.
"Well, well!"
"I know I am unworthy of him," murmured Jenny.
"Oh, not at all! Just at first, perhaps----But then fathers are old fools. They never do think anything good enough for their children. I am quite pleased, my dear--quite satisfied and pleased. I am proud of my son for making such a choice. He has looked for true worth, rather than a brilliant match. Not many young men in his position have the discernment, the--a--what shall I say?"
"I have no worth," repeated Jenny, who really thought so, "compared with him. I know I am not fit for him."
"Tut, tut! He says differently, and so do I. It"s your gallant conduct since your father"s death, my dear--that"s what it is. And I"m proud of my boy, to think he can fall in love for such a cause. He"s got a bit of his mother in him--a good seed that hasn"t been choked with riches and--and so on. The more I think of it the more I approve of him. We had an idea of marrying him to a lady of t.i.tle, and making a great swell of him; but there--it"s best as it is. A good wife is above rubies, doesn"t the Bible say?--something like it--a crown to her husband, eh? You"ll make a good wife, I"ll warrant, and, after all, that"s the main thing."
"I will indeed," declared Jenny solemnly, "if love and trying can do it--though I shall never be good enough for him."
"Oh, he"s not an angel, any more than other men; I know that, though he is my son, and a good son too. You mustn"t disparage yourself, Sally--isn"t your name Sally?--no, Jenny, of course--nice, old-fashioned name. You are his equal, as I have been telling Mrs. Churchill--but these young ladies go so much by appearances--his equal in all but money, which anybody can have, and no credit to him. Your father was"--she thought he was going to say an "Eton boy," but he spared her--"a true gentleman, my dear, upright and honourable, the sort of man to breed good stock--if you"ll excuse the phrase--the sort of blood one needn"t be afraid to see in one"s children"s children. But there, I won"t keep you. You are getting ready for your little trip? I wish you a happy Christmas, my dear, and a happy married life, you and him together, and--and--and I hope you"ll look on me as your father, my dear----"
Emotion overpowered him, and a second kiss, warmer than the first, concluded the interview. Jenny let him out of the house, and then ran upstairs to tell her anxious sister that Anthony"s father transcended the winged seraphs for goodness. And Mr. Churchill returned to Toorak with a swelling breast, to keep a careful silence towards his wife as to what he had been doing. For Maude had declared that nothing should ever induce her to recognise "that person" whom Tony had chosen to pick out of the gutter; and her outraged family abetted her in this resolve.
The yacht sailed on Christmas Eve, with a party of seven in addition to the crew; and Jenny had her first taste of the luxury that was thenceforth to be her portion. She found herself a little queen on board. Mr. Danesbury was introduced to her at the gangway, and rendered a quiet homage that Maude and Lady Louisa, on the previous cruise, had looked for at his hands in vain. Jarvis was there, in the capacity of cabin steward, and was called up to be introduced to her as his future mistress; and Jarvis waited on her as only he could wait, antic.i.p.ating her little wants and wishes before she had time to form them. He had felt that, in the course of nature, he must have a mistress some day, if he remained in his present service; and, from a first impression that she might have been worse, he gradually adopted his master"s view that she could hardly have been better, and treated her accordingly.
"The best servant in the country," Anthony said to her. "And I think we"ll take him with us on our travels. You"d find him fifty times more useful than a maid. When we come back and set up housekeeping, he is to be our butler."