"And then, the word is, "Blessed is every one that _feareth the Lord;_"
it is true of n.o.body else, I suppose."
"My dear, is that the answer of Experience?"
"I do not know, ma"am." But Esther"s smile gave a very convincing affirmative. "But the promise is, "No good thing will He withhold from them that walk uprightly.""
"There you have it. "No good thing;" and, "from them that walk uprightly." Miss Disbrow, when you were getting well of that fever, did your mother let you eat everything?"
"Oh no, ma"am; not at all."
"What did she keep from you?"
"Nearly everything I liked, ma"am."
"Was it cruelty, or kindness?"
"Kindness, of course. What I liked would have killed me."
"Then she withheld from you "no good thing," hey? while she kept from you nearly everything you liked."
There was silence all round the table. Then Miss Baines spoke again.
"But, ma"am, that old woman has not a fever, and she don"t get any nice things to eat."
"It is quite likely she enjoys her meals more than you do yours. But granting she does not, are you the physician to know what is good for her?"
"She does not want any physician, ma"am."
A laugh ran round the table, and Miss Fairbairn let the subject drop.
When dinner was nearly over, however, she remarked:
"You want light for your practising. I will excuse you, Miss Gainsborough, if you wish to go."
Esther went, very willingly. Then Miss Fairbairn held one of her little discourses, with which now and then she endeavoured to edify her pupils.
"Young ladies, I am going to ask you to take pattern by Miss Gainsborough. Did you notice her movements when she went to do that little errand for me?"
Silence. Then murmurs of a.s.sent were heard, not very loud, nor enthusiastic. Miss Fairbairn did not expect that, nor care. What she wanted was to give her lesson.
"Did you observe how she moved? She went like a swan"--
"On land" her keen ears heard somebody say under breath.
"No, not on the land; like a swan on the water; with that smooth, gliding, noiseless movement which is the very way a true lady goes.
There was the cat lying directly in her way; Miss Gainsborough went round her gracefully, without stopping or stumbling. The servant came right against her with a tray full; Miss Gainsborough stood still and waited composedly till the obstacle was removed. You could not hear her open or shut the door; you could not hear her foot on the stairs, and yet she went quick. And when she came back, she did not rustle and bustle with her newspaper, but laid it nicely folded beside me, and went back to her seat as quietly as she had left it. Young ladies, that is good breeding in motion."
CHAPTER XXI.
_THE COLONEL"S TOAST_.
It is just possible that the foregoing experiences did not tend to increase Esther"s popularity among her companions. She got forthwith the name of _favourite_, the giving of which t.i.tle is the consolatory excuse to themselves of those who have done nothing to deserve favour.
However, whether she were popular or not was a matter that did not concern Esther. She was full of the delight of learning, and bent upon making the utmost of her new advantages. Study swallowed her up, so to speak; at least, swallowed up all lesser considerations and attendant circ.u.mstances. Not so far but that Esther got pleasure also from these; she enjoyed the novelty, she enjoyed the society, even she enjoyed the sight of so many in the large family; to the solitary girl, who had all her life lived and worked alone, the stir and breeze and bustle of a boarding-school were like fresh air to the lungs, or fresh soil to the plant. Whether her new companions liked her, she did not so much as question; in the sweetness of her own happy spirit she liked _them_, which was the more material consideration. She liked every teacher that had to do with her; after which, it is needless to add, that Miss Gainsborough had none but favourers and friends in that part of her new world. And it was so delicious to be learning; and in such a mood one learns fast. Esther felt, when she went home at the end of the week, that she was already a different person from the one who had left it on Monday morning.
Christopher came for her with an old horse and a gig, which was a new subject of interest.
"Where did you get them?" she asked, as soon as she had taken her seat, and begun to make her observations.
"Nowheres, Miss Esther; leastways _I_ didn"t. The colonel, he"s bought "em of some old chap that wanted to get rid of "em."
"Bought? Then they are ours!" exclaimed Esther with delight. "Well, the gig seems very nice; is it a good horse, Christopher?"
"Well, mum," said Mr. Bounder in a tone of very moderate appreciation, "master says he"s the remains of one. The colonel knows, to be sure, but I can"t say as I see the remains. I think, maybe, somewheres in the last century he may have deserved high consideration; at present, he"s got four legs, to be sure, such as they be, and a head. The head"s the most part of him."
"Obstinate?" said Esther, laughing.
"Well, mum, he thinks he knows in all circ.u.mstances what is best to be done. I"m only a human, and naturally I thinks otherwise. That makes differences of opinion."
"He seems to go very well."
"No doubt, mum," said Christopher; "you let him choose his way, and he"ll go uncommon; that he do."
He went so well, in fact, that the drive was exhilarating; the gig was very easy; and Esther"s spirits rose. At her age, the mind is just opening to appreciate keenly whatever is presented to it; every new bit of knowledge, every new experience, a new book or a new view, seemed to be taken up by her senses and her intelligence alike, with a fresh clearness of perception, which had in itself something very enjoyable.
But this afternoon, how pleasant everything was! Not the weather, however; a grey mist from the sea was sweeping inland, veiling the country, and darkening the sky, and carrying with it a penetrating raw chillness which was anything but agreeable. Yet to Esther it was good weather. She was entered at school; she had had a busy, happy week, and was going home; there were things at home that she wanted to put in order; and her father must be glad to have her ministry again. Then learning was so delightful, and it was so pleasant to be, at least in some small measure, keeping step with Pitt. No, probably not _that;_ certainly not that; Pitt would be far in advance of her. At least, in some things, he would be far in advance of her; in others, Esther said to herself, he should not. He might have more advantages at Oxford, no doubt; nevertheless, if he ever came back again to see his old friends, he should find her doing her part and standing up to her full measure of possibilities. Would Pitt come back? Surely he would, Esther thought. But would he, in such a case, make all the journey to New York to look up his old teacher and his old playmate and scholar? She answered this query with as little hesitation as the other. And so, it will be perceived, Esther"s mind was in as brisk motion as her body during the drive out to Chelsea.
For at that day a wide stretch of country, more or less cultivated, lay between what is now Abingdon Square and what was then the city.
Esther"s new home was a little further on still, down near the bank of the river; a drive of a mile and a half or two miles from Miss Fairbairn"s school; and the short November day was closing in already when she got there.
Mrs. Barker received her almost silently, but with gladness in every feature, and with a quant.i.ty of careful, tender ministrations, every one of which had the effect of a caress.
"How is papa? Has he missed me much?"
"The colonel is quite as usual, mum; and he didn"t say to me as his feelin"s were, but in course he"s missed you. The house itself has missed you, Miss Esther."
"Well, I am glad to be home for a bit, Barker," said Esther, laughing.
"Surely, I know it must be fine for you to go to school, mum; but a holiday"s a holiday; and I"ve got a nice pheasant for your supper, Miss Esther, and I hope as you"ll enjoy it."
"Thank you, Barker. Oh, anything will be good;" and she ran into the sitting-room to see her father.
The greetings here were quiet, too; the colonel was never otherwise, in manner. And then Esther gave a quick look round the room to see if all were as she wanted it to be.
"My dear," said the colonel, gazing at her, "I had no idea you were so tall!"
Esther laughed. I seem to have grown, oh, inches, in feeling, this week, papa. I don"t wonder I look tall."