"Very uncomfortable," a.s.sented Mrs. Tell in a lazy voice. "And, besides, they are undignified. You are always so deliciously calm, Katherine, that you make people fall in love with repose."
"This house would be a home for the lotus-eaters," said Mrs. Verdon. "I love perfumes and stillness and subdued light. Jamie exercises his lungs and legs in the top rooms, but he seldom breaks the tranquillity that reigns downstairs."
When they sat in the drawing-room after dinner, Arnold mentally decided that it was very easy to fall in love with repose--for a little while.
Katherine talked to him in her silvery tones, looking at him now and then with her pretty, faint smile. The folds of the delicate mauve gown trailed over the rich carpet. She leant lazily back in her chair, waving a plumy fan, sometimes, with a soft, even motion.
The doors of the conservatory were open; light curtains were looped back, giving glimpses of a ma.s.s of blossoms; the atmosphere was laden with perfumes. Yes, it was all very pleasant--for a little while.
Arnold Wayne did not try to persuade himself that he should enjoy it always. His was not the temperament of the lotus-eater. His nature craved a rich, warm life, full of strong light and shade. Still, he was glad when Mrs. Verdon told him that she should start for Rushbrook in a fortnight.
"I have taken The Cedars again," she said. "The air agreed with Jamie and me last year. We both want to be freshened up. It will be nice to be near the Danforths; I get on with them so well."
"They are always talking about you," rejoined Arnold, with perfect truth.
When he was gone, the two widows sat in silence for a little while. The elder knitted diligently; the younger toyed with her feathery fan.
"What do you think of him, Olivia?" Mrs. Verdon asked at last. There was a faint ring of impatience in her tone. She had been waiting for the other to speak first.
"There is something uncommon in him which makes him attractive," replied Mrs. Tell, without glancing up from her work. "And he doesn"t seem anxious to attract. Not that he is indifferent, but----"
"Of course he is not indifferent." Katherine"s silvery voice was shriller than usual. "I found it very easy to please him. But he is not a gushing man. I hate gushing men."
"So do I," returned Mrs. Tell. "No, he is not gushing; but I think--yes, I am sure--that he could be emotional if he were to let himself go."
"Really, Olivia, I didn"t give you credit for so much imagination," said Mrs. Verdon sharply. "Now, I am quite sure that he would never, under any circ.u.mstances, be emotional. He has travelled a great deal and seen everything, and he is just in the state to enjoy repose. He would like even to glide quietly into love without disturbing his calmness."
Then, prompted by an utterly unaccountable impulse, Mrs. Tell made one of the greatest mistakes she had ever made in her life. "Do you know, Katherine," she said, "I think you have at last found a man who doesn"t mean to propose to you?"
Mrs. Verdon"s fan ceased its regular come-and-go and lay motionless in her lap. She did not speak, and Mrs. Tell, who had expected her to laugh at her little speech, was startled by her silence. Presently Katherine rose, with a sort of queenliness which became her very well. "I am tired to-night," she said, quite ignoring her sister-in-law"s remark. "In this hot weather one begins to pine for the country. Jamie has looked pale to-day. By-the-way, I shall call on Miss Kilner to-morrow, and ask her to dinner before we go away." Then she went off to her room without another word, and Mrs. Tell was left alone with the consciousness of her blunder.
If Katherine was tired, her eyes had never been more wakeful. Her maid, who entered noiselessly, found her standing by a window overlooking the garden, gazing out into the moonlight. It was a London garden, dry and dusty by day, but at night, when the trees were touched by the mysterious light, it had an aspect of romance.
In silence she sat before the gla.s.s, while Bennet"s dexterous fingers unbraided the silky hair and brushed it before coiling it up for the night. Looking at the face reflected in the gla.s.s, she perceived that it was not quite so tranquil as usual, and was irritated at finding that Mrs. Tell"s words had disturbed her. Why was she disturbed? Her vanity had taken a chill, that was all.
"I am vainer than I thought myself," she mused. "All women are vain, of course. It is not a very bad fault, but it makes one little in one"s own sight." Then came other ideas, crowding fast into her brain. "What does Olivia know? She is not a clever woman. How can she tell what a man means to do? Away down there in Rushbrook he will be put to the test. I am always at my best in the country; the air freshens me, and the quietness rests me. And my dresses are lovely--on that ground I stand alone."
Yet, in spite of this comforting conclusion, Katherine was restless under Bennet"s hands, and glad to be left in solitude.
On the following afternoon, Elsie, dreaming over her solitary cup and saucer, was startled when her parlour door opened. Mrs. Verdon, bland and smiling, came in, followed by Jamie. The boy lifted his blue eyes solemnly to Elsie"s face, and something he saw there curved his lips into a smile and brought a dimple into his beautiful cheeks. As usual, he wore his sailor-suit, and this time he accepted Elsie"s kiss with perfect graciousness.
"We must know each other better," said Mrs. Verdon, really touched by Elsie"s feeling for the child. She talked on, pleasantly and fluently.
It was evidently her fancy to make much of Miss Kilner and take possession of her.
Elsie accepted the invitation to dinner, partly because Mrs. Verdon was really a very pleasant person, but chiefly because her heart still clung to Jamie. On her arrival she was taken up to the top of the great house, and shown the two s.p.a.cious rooms which were his own.
"I does as I like up here," said Jamie grandly (grammar was occasionally forgotten). "Mammy never "feres with me." Elsie followed him when he led the way through the door which opened into the night nursery. The first object which attracted her gaze was the statuette on the bracket over the bed. Jamie at once introduced the figure as his guardian angel. "I am never afraid at nights," the little fellow said. "Some boys is. The angel never goes to sleep; he"s always awake up there. If anything wicked came, he"d just make himself large and spread his wings right over me."
Jamie spoke with an air of perfect confidence which went to Elsie"s heart, and her thoughts found mental expression in Browning"s beautiful words:--
"Dear and great angel, wouldst thou only leave That child, when thou hast done with him, for me!"
Poor lonely Elsie! She, too, desired to feel the soft, white wings close round her, shutting out all miseries of trouble and doubt, and enfolding her in their healing atmosphere of peace.
CHAPTER XIV
_RUSHBROOK_
"About the windings of the maze to hear The soft wind blowing. Over meadowy holms And alders, garden aisles."
--TENNYSON.
Arnold Wayne wrote his letter to Mr. Lennard, but the rector had already made arrangements to go to Switzerland. Mrs. Lennard, however, had decided not to accompany him; she had made up her mind to spend a couple of months with a maiden lady living at Rushbrook, and it was her wish that Elsie Kilner should be with her there. So it came to pa.s.s that Jamie and the three people who were linked together through his little person all came to sojourn within a stone"s-throw of each other. Miss Ryan and Mrs. Lennard had been school-fellows and bosom friends, and the friendship had lasted through all the chances and changes of life.
Willow Farm and its broad acres belonged to Miss Ryan, and was managed for her by her nephew Francis. She lived in an old-fashioned house, long and low, with quaint dormer-windows set in a peaked roof of red tiles.
The house stood in the middle of a garden filled to overflowing with country flowers, and the warm, sweet perfume of the crowded beds made Elsie feel that she had come close to the very heart of summer. The sun was ripening the black, juicy berries on the loaded cherry-trees; bees kept up a ceaseless hum; large roses pressed close together in ma.s.ses of bloom.
"What a little world of sweets!" said Elsie, smelling a bunch of crimson carnations.
She was standing on the door-step after breakfast, wearing her pretty grey gown, and a creamy muslin kerchief knotted at the throat. Her face, under the golden straw-hat, was so richly, yet delicately, coloured that it wore the aspect of a flower.
A slim, tall man, of eight or nine and twenty, stood looking at that face in the morning light; he had just given her the carnations. "I am glad you like the old place here," he said. "It isn"t as romantic, of course, as Wayne"s Court, but it is comfortable. You know Wayne? He is a very good fellow."
"I met him in town," Elsie answered.
"Ah, yes! he knows your friends the Lennards. What a wanderer he has been! But now, they tell me, he seems inclined to settle down at last."
"That is a good thing," said Elsie, raising the carnations to her face.
"He"ll marry, I suppose," Francis Ryan went on. "The Danforths are trying to make up the match with Mrs. Verdon. Do you know her? A fair woman, with sky-blue eyes. She has come to The Cedars again, close to the Court; so that looks as if she meant business."
This was the news that Elsie heard on her first day at Willow Farm. It gave her a strong desire for solitude, and she was glad when Francis said that he must go and look after one of the horses. She waited until he had disappeared, and then went down a long gravelled walk, between crowded borders, to a little white gate. Lifting the latch, she walked across a green meadow, and found herself close to the brink of a river.
Rushbrook was a place of many waters, a land of green and silver, beautiful with the peace that belongs to a pastoral country. She soon found a cosy nook on an old tree-trunk in the shade, and sat down to think. It was a good spot for a reverie. You could listen to the whisper of the water among the sedges, and look off, across the river, to the low-lying meadows beyond--a scene which was fascinating in its intense quietness. It rests the eye and brain to gaze at those cool green levels, broidered with silvery rivulets, and watch the water stealing among rushes and tall rustling reeds.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "IT WAS A GOOD SPOT FOR A REVERIE."]
It was a lovely morning--soft, hazy, exquisite, as mornings in August often are. Looking back across the meadow, Elsie saw a row of copper-beeches standing in an even line against the deep, dreamy blue of the sky. Away to the left was a ma.s.s of foliage hiding the red peaked roof of Willow Farm.
She had not expected to be very happy when she came to Rushbrook. Deep down in her heart was a fear which she kept carefully covered over; she was ashamed of its very existence, and strove to hide it from her own sight. It was Mrs. Verdon--always Mrs. Verdon--who was to have everything worth having.
Of course, it was the most natural thing in the world that Mr. Wayne should fall in love with Mrs. Verdon. The match would be approved by everybody, and Elsie"s judgment just then was not clear enough to see that the matches approved by everybody are precisely those which seldom take place.
It was jealousy--ugly, plain, unconquerable jealousy--which was tormenting Elsie now. It is a dreadful moment when a woman looks deep into her innermost self and catches the gleam of a fierce fire burning there.
She looked out again at the shining water, and drew in deep breaths of pure air. The freshness of the streams was in the atmosphere; all around was the intense greenness of water-fed gra.s.s.