A Life For a Love.
by L. T. Meade.
CHAPTER I.
The time was July, and the roses were out in great profusion in the rectory garden. The garden was large, somewhat untidily kept, but it abounded in all sweet old-fashioned flowers; there was the invariable tennis-court, empty just now, and a sweet sound of children laughing and playing together, in a hay-field near by. The roses were showering their petals all over the gra.s.s, and two girls, sisters evidently, were pacing up the broad walk in the centre of the garden arm-in-arm. They were dark-eyed girls, with chestnut, curling hair, rosy lips full of curves and smiles, and round, good-humored faces. They were talking eagerly and excitedly one to the other, not taking the smallest notice of the scene around them--not even replying when some children in the hay-field shouted their names, but coming at last to a full stand-still before the open window of the old-fashioned rectory study. Two men were standing under the deep-mullioned window; one tall, slightly bent, with silvery-white hair, aquiline features, and dark brown eyes like the girls. He was the Rector of Jewsbury-on-the-Wold, and the man he was addressing was his only son, and the brother of the eager bright-looking girls.
"I can"t understand it, Gerald," he was saying. "No, don"t come in at present, my dears;" he waved his white, delicate hand to his daughters.
"We"ll join you in the tennis-court presently. Yes, Gerald, as I was saying, it seems the most incomprehensible and unheard-of arrangement."
The girls smiled gently, first into their brother"s face, then at one another. They moved away, going through a little shrubbery, and pa.s.sing out into a large kitchen garden, where Betty, the old cook, was now standing, picking raspberries and currants into a pie-dish.
"Betty," said Lilias, the eldest girl, "has Martha dusted our trunks and taken them upstairs yet? And has Susan sent up the laces and the frilled things? We want to set to work packing, as soon as ever the children are in bed."
"Bless your hearts, then," said old Betty, laying her pie-dish on the ground, and dropping huge ripe raspberries into it with a slow deliberate movement, "if you think that children will go to bed on the finest day of the year any time within reason, you"re fine and mistook, that"s all. Why, Miss Joey, she was round in the garden but now, and they"re all a-going to have tea in the hay-field, and no end of b.u.t.ter they"ll eat, and a whole batch of my fresh cakes. Oh, weary, weary me, but children"s mouths are never full--chattering, restless, untoward things are children. Don"t you never go to get married, Miss Marjory."
"I"ll follow your example, Betty," laughed back Marjory Wyndham. "I knew that would fetch the old thing," she continued, turning to her sister. "She does hate to be reminded that she"s an old maid, but she brings it on herself by abusing matrimony in that ridiculous fashion."
"It"s all because of Gerald," answered Lilias--"she is perfectly wild to think of Gerald"s going away from us, and taking up his abode in London with those rich Pagets. I call it odious, too--I almost feel to-night as if I hated Valentine. If Gerald had not fallen in love with her, things would have been different. He"d have taken Holy Orders, and he"d have been ordained for the curacy of Jewsbury-on-the-Wold, and then he need never have gone away. Oh, I hate--I detest to think of the rectory without Gerald."
"Oh, Lilias," replied Marjory, "you really are--you really--you really are----"
"What, miss? Speak out, or I"ll shake you, or pinch you, or do something malicious. I warn you that I am quite in the mood."
"Then I"ll stand here," said Marjory, springing to the other side of a great glowing bed of many-colored sweet-williams. "Here your arm can"t reach across these. I will say of you, Lilias Wyndham, that you are without exception the most contradictory and inconsistent person of my acquaintance. Here were you, a year ago, crying and sobbing on your knees because Gerald couldn"t marry Valentine, and now, when it"s all arranged, and the wedding is to be the day after to-morrow, and we have got our promised trip to London, and those lovely brides-maid dresses--made by Valentine"s own express desire at Elise"s--you turn round and are grumpy and discontented. Don"t you know, you foolish silly Lilias, that if Gerald had never fallen in love with Valentine Paget he"d have met someone else, and if he was father"s curate, those horrid Mortimer girls and those ugly Pelhams would have one and all tried to get him. We can"t keep Gerald to ourselves for ever, so there"s no use fretting about the inevitable, say I."
Lilias" full red lips were pouting; she stooped, and recklessly gathering a handful of sweet-williams, flung them at her sister.
"I own to being inconsistent," she said, "I own to being cross--I own to hating Valentine for this night at least, for it just tears my heart to give Gerald up."
There were real tears now in the bright, curly-fringed eyes and the would-be-defiant voice trembled.
Marjory shook the sweet-william petals off her dress.
"Come into the house," she said in a softened tone. "Father and Gerald must have finished that prosy discussion by now. Oh, do hark to those children"s voices; what rampageous, excitable creatures they are. Lilly, did we ever shout in such shrill tones? That must be Augusta: no one else has a voice which sounds like the sc.r.a.ping of a coal-scoop in an empty coal-hod. Oh, of course that high laugh belongs to Joey. Aren"t they feeding, and wrangling, and fighting? I am quite sure, Lil, that Betty is right, and they won"t turn in for hours; we had better go and do our packing now."
"No, I see Gerald," exclaimed Lilias. And she flew up the narrow box-lined path to meet her brother.
CHAPTER II.
Gerald Wyndham was not in the least like his rosy, fresh-looking sisters. He was tall and slenderly made, with very thick and rather light-brown hair, which stood up high over his low, white forehead--his eyes were large, but were deeply set, they were grey, not brown, in repose were dreaming in expression, but when he spoke, or when any special thought came to him, they grew intensely earnest, luminous and beautiful. The changing expression of his eyes was the chief charm of a highly sensitive and refined face--a face remarkable in many ways, for the breadth of his forehead alone gave it character, but with some weak lines about the finely cut lips. This weakness was now, however, hidden by a long, silken moustache. Lilias and Marjory thought Gerald"s face the most beautiful in the world, and most people acknowledged him to be handsome, although his shoulders were scarcely broad enough for his height, and his whole figure was somewhat loosely hung together.
"Here you are at last," exclaimed Lilias, linking her hand in her brother"s arm. "Here, take his other arm. Maggie. Oh, when, and oh, when, and oh, when shall we have him to ourselves again, I wonder?"
"You little goose," said Gerald. He shook himself as if he were half in a dream, and looked fondly down into Lilias" pretty dimpled, excitable face. "Well, girls, are the trunks packed, and have you put in plenty of finery? I promise you Mr. Paget will give a dinner-party every night--you"ll want heaps of fine clothes while you stay at Queen"s Gate."
Marjory began to count on her fingers.
"We arrive on Wednesday," she said. "On Wednesday evening, dinner number one, we wear our white Indian muslins, with the Liberty sashes, and flowers brought up from the dear old garden. Thursday evening, dinner number two, and evening of wedding day, our bridesmaids" toggery must suffice; Friday, dinner number three, those blue nun"s veiling dresses will appear and charm the eyes. That"s all. Three dresses for three dinners, for it"s home, sweet home again on Sat.u.r.day--isn"t it, Lilias?"
"Of course," said Lilias, "that is, I suppose so," she added, glancing at her brother.
"Valentine wanted to know if you would stay in town for a week or ten days, and try to cheer up her father," said Gerald. "Mr. Paget and Valentine have scarcely been parted for a single day since she was born. Valentine is quite in a state at having to leave him for a month, and she thinks two bright little girls like you may comfort him somewhat."
"But we have our own father to see to," pouted Marjory; "and Sunday school, and choir practising, and the library books----"
"And I don"t see how Valentine can mind leaving her father--if he were the very dearest father in the world--when she goes away with you,"
interrupted Lilias.
Gerald sighed, just the faintest shadow of an impatient sigh, accompanied by the slightest shrug of his shoulders.
"Augusta can give out the library books," he said. "Miss Queen can manage the choir. I will ask Jones to take your cla.s.s, Lilias, and Miss Peters can manage yours with her own, Marjory. As to the rector, what is the use of having five young daughters, if they cannot be made available for once in a way? And here they come, and there"s the governor in the midst of them. He doesn"t look as if he were likely to taste the sweets of solitude, eh, Marjory?"
Not at that moment, certainly, for a girl hung on each arm, and a smaller girl sat aloft on each square shoulder, while a fifth shouted and raced, now in front, now behind, pelting this moving pyramid of human beings with flowers, and screaming even more shrilly than her sisters, with eager exclamation and bubbling laughter.
"There"s Gerry," exclaimed Augusta.
She was the tallest of the party, with a great stretch of stockinged legs, and a decided scarcity of skirts. She flew at her brother, flung her arms round his neck and kissed him rapturously.
"You darling old Gerry--don"t we all just hate and detest that horrible Valentine Paget."
"Hush, Gussie," responded Gerald, in his quiet voice. "You don"t know Valentine, and you pain me when you talk of her in that senseless fashion. Here, have a race with your big brother to the other end of the garden. Girls," turning to his elder sisters--"seriously speaking I should like you to spend about a fortnight with the Pagets. And had you not better go and pack, for we must catch the eleven o"clock train to-morrow morning. Now, Gussie--one, two, three, and away."
Two pairs of long legs, each working hard to come off victorious in the race, flew past the group--the rector and the little girls cheered and shouted--Marjory and Lilias, laughing at the sight, turned slowly and went into the house; Gerald won the race by a foot or two, and Gussie flung herself panting and laughing on the gra.s.s at the other end of the long walk.
"Well done, Augusta," said her brother. "You study athletics to a purpose. Now, Gussie, can"t you manage to give away the library books on Sunday?"
"I? You don"t mean it?" said Augusta. Her black eyes sparkled; she recovered her breath, and the full dignity of her five feet five and a-half of growth on the instant. "Am I to give away the library books, Gerry?"
"Yes, I want Lilias to stay in London for a few days longer than she intended."
"And Marjory too?"
"Of course. The girls would not like to be parted."
"Galuptions! Won"t I have a time of it all round! Won"t I give old Peters a novel instead of his favorite Sunday magazines? And won"t I smuggle Pailey"s "Evidences of Christianity" into the hand of Alice Jones, the dressmaker. She says the only books she cares for are Wilkie Collins "Woman in White," and the "Dead Secret," so she"ll have a lively time of it with the Evidences. Then there"s "Butler"s a.n.a.logy,"
it isn"t in the parish library, but I"ll borrow it for once from father"s study. That will exactly suit Rhoda Fleming. Oh, what fun, what fun. I won"t take a single story-book with me, except the "Woman in White," for Peters. He says novels are "rank poison," so he shall have his dose."
"Now look here, Gussie," said Gerald, taking his sister"s two hands in his, and holding them tight--"you"ve got to please me about the library books, and not to play pranks, and make things disagreeable for Lilias when she comes back. You"re thirteen now, and a big girl, and you ought to act like one. You"re to make things comfortable for the dear old pater while we are all away, and you"ll do it if you care for me, Gussie."
"Care for you!" echoed Augusta. "I love you, Gerry. I love you, and I hate----"