And then I am afraid it must be confessed that the house, and the wealth and luxury belonging to it, _did_ comfort her a little.
She was excessively unpretentious in her habits, and pure and simple in her tastes, but she had an intense appreciation of all those delicate personal refinements which womanly women love, and only those who have money, and plenty of it, can enjoy--of which years of sordid poverty had taught her the grace and value; and it was not possible to her, with her healthy sense of life, to refuse, even if she had wished, to absorb the fragrance and brightness of her social and material surroundings.
She revelled in her beautiful garden and in her s.p.a.cious and artistic rooms; she loved her piano and her books and pictures, and her innumerable pretty things; she enjoyed her drives and her rides, and her visiting and her parties, and her operas and concerts, and her shopping expeditions--upon which no limitations were placed by her husband, who liked her to spend his money--with Laura and Beatrice.
And, more than all, she delighted in the power which her position gave her of doing all kinds of helpful, unpretentious service to the poor and miserable, whom she seemed, by a sort of divining-rod, to discover in the most unexpected places.
Her husband would not allow her to make her large subscriptions to the public charities anonymously, nor would he consent to her taking invalids of the lower orders for drives, except upon unfrequented roads and in a generally surrept.i.tious manner; and he strongly objected to her visiting poor people"s cottages, and running risks of catching dirt and fever.
But she might make frocks for ragged children, and babyclothes for unprovided mothers, and sc.r.a.p-books for the Alfred Hospital; she might load her carriage with wine and chicken broth every time she went out; she might spend a little fortune, as she did, in helping on benevolent enterprises of all sorts; and he only laughed at her for being a soft-hearted little goose, and triumphed over her when--as happened in five cases out of ten--she was proved to have been more or less flagrantly imposed upon and taken in.
Like most people who have badly known the want of money, she was decidedly extravagant in spending it now that she had plenty; and, unlike most husbands and wives in such circ.u.mstances, she and Mr.
Kingston had no pleasanter episodes in their domestic life than those which had reference to her financial embarra.s.sments.
It was charming to him (since his banking account was much too solid to be easily affected by her operations) to see her come, with her timid and anxious face, to confess that she had spent all her money, and to ask him, with the sweetest wifely meekness, if he could spare her a little more; and to her he never showed to better advantage than when he declared, so obviously without meaning it, that she would ruin him, and then gave her twice as much as she had asked for.
She always flushed and glowed with pleasure at this delicate and generous, and gentlemanly way of doing things, and would put her arms round his neck and kiss him; and, naturally, he would thereafter set forth to his club, feeling proud of himself and pleased with things in general, his young wife and he being so thoroughly in their right places in their relation to one another.
And then there came to Rachel that which to every true woman is the greatest and dearest and best--save one--of all life"s many good things, and which to her must inevitably have made even the most loveless marriage lovely:--
"On the 17th inst., at Toorak, the wife of Graham Kingston, Esq., of a son."
This little notice appeared in "The Argus," of the 18th, and caused a flutter and sensation in all well-regulated Melbourne households.
"Dear me, how nice! and a son, too. How pleased Mr. Kingston will be! An heir to all that fine property at last! Dear me, how nice! We must call and make inquiries."
And when kind inquiries resulted in the satisfactory information that both mother and infant were progressing favourably, society congratulated Mr. Kingston with effusive and impressive cordiality, which that gentleman, deprecating a fuss with airs of smiling indifference, felt to be by no means more than the occasion demanded.
Of course, the interesting event made a pleasant commotion in the great Toorak house and in the Hardy family.
Mrs. Hardy a.s.sumed the functions of mother-in-law to Mr. Kingston, and introduced him to his son and heir with a genuine maternal pride, that could not have been more touching or more complimentary to either of the delighted parents, had the featureless little atom been a lineal fifth grandchild.
The stately matron, as is the habit of stately matrons under such circ.u.mstances, put off her conventional armour and rustled softly about the hushed rooms, clothed in all the homely womanliness of her own baby-nursing youth; and Rachel, watching her from her tranquil nest of pillows, forgave her--as she had long ago forgiven her husband--and wondered that she had never understood before what a truly sweet and loveable woman dear Aunt Elizabeth was.
And Laura came up to see the baby, bringing a wonderful high-art coverlid for the cradle, and all sorts of wise advice (based upon her exceptional experience as the mother of twins).
And Beatrice came--poor Beatrice, who had no babies!--and held the tiny creature for a long time in her arms, looking with silent wistfulness at its crumpled little face.
And by-and-bye, when Rachel was promoted to gorgeous dressing-gowns and a sofa in her boudoir, Lucilla came to stay with her, full of importance and responsibility (as the mother of the largest family of them all), to instruct her in the newest and most improved principles upon which an infant of quality should be reared.
As if Rachel wanted showing how to manage a baby! Some ladies, as the nurse sagely remarked, never had any sense, but if Mrs. Kingston had been a poor man"s wife, which she hoped she would excuse her taking the liberty of speaking of such a thing, she couldn"t have took to the child more naturally.
It speedily became apparent to others besides that experienced woman that maternity was Rachel"s vocation, and, when she found it, it seemed that she had found a consolation, if not an actual compensation, at last for the great want and sorrow of her woman"s life.
Mrs. Hardy, watching the young mother"s pa.s.sion of tender solicitude for the baby that she could hardly bear to have five minutes out of her sight, told herself that, after all, the end _had_ justified the means; and even Mrs. Reade, who was most interested in this latest experiment of a benevolent Fate, came practically to the same conclusion.
One day she was alone with her cousin. Rachel had been entertaining a small and select circle at afternoon tea in her own pretty room, and the baby had been present, and she had been pointing out to its father what lovely eyes it had, and what small ears, and what perfectly-shaped hands, and how charming it was altogether--much to Mr. Kingston"s amus.e.m.e.nt, and obviously to his immense satisfaction also; and now he had kissed her affectionately and gone out, and the baby was taking a siesta, and she was resting on her sofa by the fireside, gazing at the bright logs meditatively, with a half smile on her face.
"Tell me," said Beatrice, suddenly, crossing the hearth and kneeling down beside her; "tell me, are you happy now, Rachel?"
Rachel lifted her soft eyes, shining with a sort of vague rapture.
"Oh, yes," she said, quickly; "indeed I am." And then in a moment her face was overshadowed, and she looked in the fire again with eyes that shone with tears. "I am _too_ happy," she said, under her breath, "while he is alone and sad."
"Don"t you think he will like you to be as happy as possible?"
"I know he will. But it lies on my heart that he is desolate while I have so many consolations. Beatrice, I was reading some verses of Emily Bronte"s the other day, and they seemed to express exactly how it is with me. Do you remember them?"
"Sweet love of youth, forgive, if I forget thee, While the world"s tide is bearing me along; Other desires and other hopes beset me, Hopes that obscure, but cannot do thee wrong."
"Oh my love!" she broke out suddenly, "I do not forget thee! And," she added, more quietly, "I don"t think my being happy can wrong him, Beatrice."
"No, dear child, far from it," said Mrs. Reade.
The little woman was not shocked, nor was she dissatisfied with the state of things that this nave revelation disclosed to her. She was deeply thankful to know that Rachel, after all, was happy; but she was not sorry to know also that she was to this extent faithful to her true love, who had dealt so well by her.
It was at this very hour that the papers containing the announcement of the baby"s birth arrived at the Queensland bungalow, and that Roden Dalrymple learned what a change had taken place, not only in the life and welfare of his beloved, but in his own lonely and empty lot.
"The wife of Graham Kingston, of a son." He knew as well as anybody--better even than Rachel herself--what that little notice meant.
It meant that the gulf already parting them had all at once widened to an immeasurable extent.
He knew how it would be with that tender and clinging heart--it would be able to solace itself now, even for the loss of him.
Yet he loved her well enough to be glad and thankful for the comfort that had come to her, though the coming of it left him doubly bereaved.
CHAPTER IX.
REPARATION.
But, after all, Fate willed that this marriage should be but the chief episode in the story, and not the story itself, of Rachel"s life.
One day, when she was flitting about her great drawing-room, with a basket of flowers on her arm, singing soft airs from "Don Giovanni"
under her breath as she busied herself with the arrangement of little groups of leaves and flowers in sundry precious receptacles here and there, a footman entered with a telegram.
"That is from your master," said Rachel, lifting it from the salver and tearing off the envelope.
"Wait a moment, James, until I see if there are any orders for you to take out."
She put down her flowers on the piano, read the brief message tranquilly, and then lifted her face with a smile.
"Ask Wilkinson to have the carriage ready at three o"clock," she said; "not the brougham, if it keeps as fine as it is now, the open carriage.
And tell cook I want to speak to her in half an hour.
"Your master is coming home to-day instead of Friday."