"I have no present for you, my dear--I could not think of one that was good enough--but yesterday I really think I hit on something that would please you. Robert told us how keenly you were feeling your brother"s disappointment, and that he was undecided what to try next. Now, I believe I can help him there. I have influence in the Foreign Office, and can ensure him an opening when he is ready for it, if your father agrees that it is desirable. Would that please you, Peggy? If I can help your brother, will it go some little way towards paying the debt I owe you?"
"Oh-h!" cried Peggy rapturously. "Oh!" She clasped Lord Darcy"s hands in her own and gazed at him with dilated eyes. "Can you do it? Will you do it? There is nothing in all the world I should like so much.
Help Arthur--give him a good chance--and I shall bless you for ever and ever! I could never thank you enough--"
"Well, well, I will write to your father and see what he has to say. I can promise the lad a start at least, and after that his future will be in his own hands, where I think we may safely leave it. Master Arthur is one of the fortunate being"s who has an "open sesame" to all hearts.
Mr Asplin a.s.sures me that he is as good at work as at play; I have not seen that side of his character, but he has always left a most pleasing impression on my mind, most pleasing." The old lord smiled to himself, and his eyes took a dreamy expression, as if he were recalling to memory the handsome face and strong manly presence of the young fellow of whom he was speaking. "He has been a favourite at our house for some years now, and I shall be glad to do him a service; but remember, Peggy, that when I propose this help, it is, in the first instance at least, for your sake, not his. I tell you this because I think it will give you pleasure to feel that you have been the means of helping your brother.
Talk it over with him some time when you are alone together, and then he can come up and see me. To-day we must leave business alone. Here they come! I thought they would not be long after us--"
Even as he spoke voices sounded from the hall, there was a clatter of feet over the tiled flooring, and Mellicent dashed into the room.
"P-P-P-Postman!" she stammered breathlessly. "He is coming! Round the corner! Heaps of letters! Piles of parcels! A hand-cart, and a boy to help him! Here in five minutes! Oh! oh! oh!" She went rushing back to the door, and Rosalind came forward, looking almost her old beautiful self, with her cheeks flushed by the cold air, and the fur collar of her jacket turned up so as to hide the scarred cheek.
"Merry Christmas, Rosalind! How--how nice you look!" cried Peggy, looking up and down the dainty figure with more pleasure in the sight than she could have believed possible a few weeks before. After being accustomed for four long weeks to gaze at those perfectly cut features, Esther"s long chin and Mellicent"s retrousse nose had been quite a trial to her artistic sensibilities on her return to the vicarage. It was like having a masterpiece taken down from the walls and replaced by an inferior engraving. She gave a sigh of satisfaction as she looked once more at Rosalind"s face.
"Mewwy Chwistmas, Peggy! I"ve missed you fwightfully. I"ve not been to church, but I dwove down to meet the others, and came to see you. I had to see you on Chwistmas Day. I"ve had lovely pwesents, and there are more to come. Mother has given you the bwacelet, I see. Is it what you like?"
"My dear, I love it. I"m fearfully addicted to jewellery. I had to put it on at once, and it looks quite elegant on top of the bandages! I"m inexpressibly obliged. I"ve got heaps of things--books, scent, glove-box, writing-case, a big box coming from India, and--don"t tell her--an ap.r.o.n from Mellicent! The most awful thing. I can"t think where she found it. Yellow cloth with dog-roses worked in filoselle!
Imagine me in a yellow ap.r.o.n with spotty roses around the brim!"
"He! he! I can"t! I weally can"t. It"s too widiculous!" protested Rosalind. "She sent me a twine bag made of netted cotton. It"s awfully useful if you use twine, but I never do. Don"t say I said so. Who got the night-dwess bag with the two shades of blue that didn"t match?"
"Esther! You should have seen her face!" whispered Peggy roguishly, and the girls went into peals of laughter, which brought Robert hurrying across the room to join them.
"Now then, Rosalind; when you have quite done, I should like to speak to Peggy. The compliments of the season to you, Mariquita; I hope I see you well."
Peggy pursed up her lips, and looked him up and down with her dancing hazel eyes.
"Most n.o.ble sir, the heavens rain blessings on you--Oh, my goodness, there"s the postman!" she said all in one breath; and the partners darted forward side by side towards the front door, where the old postman was already standing, beaming all over his weatherbeaten face, as he began turning out the letters and calling out the names on the envelopes.
"Asplin, Asplin, Saville, Asplin, Saville, Saville, Miss Peggy Saville, Miss Mellercent Asplin, Miss Saville, Miss M. Saville, Miss Peggy Saville."
So the list ran on, with such a constant repet.i.tion of the same name that Max exclaimed in disgust, "Who _is_ this Miss Peggy Saville that we hear so much about? She"s a greedy thing, whoever she may be;" and Mellicent whined out, "I wish I had been at a boarding-school! I wish my relatives lived abroad. There will be none left for me by the time she has finished." Then Arthur thrust forward his mischievous face, and put in a stern inquiry--
"Forbes! Where"s that registered letter? That letter with the hundred-pound note. Don"t say you haven"t got it, for I know better.
Hand it over now, without any more bother."
The old postman gave a chuckle of amus.e.m.e.nt, for this was a standing joke renewed every Christmas that Arthur had spent at the vicarage.
""Tasn"t come ter-day, Muster Saville. Missed the post. "Twill be coming ter-morrer morning certain!"
"Forbes!" croaked Arthur solemnly. "Reflect! You have a wife and children. This is a serious business. It"s ruin, Forbes, that"s what it is. R-u-i-n, my friend! Be advised by me, and give it up. The hundred pounds is not worth it, and besides I need it badly. Don"t deprive a man of his inheritance!"
"Bless yer rart, I"d bring it yer with pleasure rif I could! n.o.body"d bring it quicker ran I would!" cried Forbes, who like everyone else adored the handsome young fellow who was always ready with a joke and a kindly word. "It"s comin" for the Noo Year, sir. You mark my words.
There"s a deal of luck waitin" for yer in the Noo Year!"
Arthur"s laugh ended in a sigh, but he thanked the old man for his good wishes, tipped him even more lavishly than usual, and followed his companions to the drawing-room to examine their treasures.
Parcels were put on one side to await more leisurely inspection, but cards and letters were opened at once, and Rob seated himself by Peggy"s side as she placed the pile of envelopes on a table in the corner.
"We are partners, you know," he reminded her, "so I think I am ent.i.tled to a share in these. What a lot of cards! Who on earth are the senders?"
"My G.o.dfathers, and my G.o.dmothers, and all my relatives and friends.
The girls at school and some of the teachers. This fat one is from "Buns"--Miss Baker, the one whose Sunday hat I squashed. She used to say that I was sent to her as wholesome discipline, to prevent her being too happy as a hard-worked teacher in a ladies" school, but she wept bucketfuls when I came away. I liked Buns! This is from Marjorie Riggs, my chum. She had a squint, but a most engaging disposition.
This is from Kate Strong: now if there is a girl in the world for whom I cherish an aversion, it is Katie Strong! She is what I call a specious pig, and why she wanted to send me a Christmas card I simply can"t imagine. We were on terms of undying hatred. This is from Miss Moss, the pupil teacher. She had chilblains, poor dear, and spoke through her dose. "You busn"t do it, Peggy, you really busn"t. It"s bost adoying!"
Then I did it again, you know, and she sn.i.g.g.e.red and tried to look cross. This is--I don"t know who this is from! It"s a man"s writing.
It looks like a business letter--London postmark--and something printed in white on the seal. What is it? "The Pic-Pic-Piccadilly"--Robert!"
Peggy"s voice grew shrill with excitement. "_The Piccadilly Magazine_."
"Wh-at!" Robert grabbed at the envelope, read the words himself, and stared at her with sparkling eyes. "It is! It"s the prize, Mariquita!
It must be. What else would they write about? Open it and see. Quick!
Shall I do it for you?"
"Yes, yes!" cried Peggy breathlessly. She craned her head forward as Rob tore open the envelope, and grasped his arm with both hands.
Together they read the typewritten words, together they gasped and panted, and shrieked aloud in joy. "We"ve done it! We have! We"ve won the prize! Thirty pounds! Bravo, Rob! Now you can buy your microscope!"--"Good old Mariquita, it"s all your doing. Don"t speak to us; we are literary people, far above ordinary commonplace creatures like you. Thir-ty pounds! made by our own honest toil. What do you think of that, I"d like to know?"
Each member of the audience thought something different, and said it amid a scene of wild excitement. The elders were pleased and proud, though not above improving the occasion by warnings against secret work, over-anxiety, midnight journeys, etcetera. Mellicent exclaimed, "How jolly! Now you will be able to give presents for the New Year as well as Christmas;" and Arthur said, "Dear Peggums! I always loved you; I took the "will," you know, without any grumbling, and now you can follow up with the deed as quickly as you like!" Each one wanted to hold the precious doc.u.ment in his own hands, to read it with his own eyes, and it was handed round and round to be exclaimed over in accents of wonder and admiration, while Rob beamed, and Peggy tossed her pigtail over her shoulder, holding her little head at an angle of complacent satisfaction.
The moment of triumph was very sweet--all the sweeter because of the sorrows of the last few weeks. The partners forgot all the hard work, worry, and exhaustion, and remembered only the joy of success and hope fulfilled. Robert said little in the way of thanks, preferring to wait until he could tell Peggy of his grat.i.tude without an audience to criticise his words; but when his mother began to speak of leaving, it was he who reminded Mrs Asplin of the promise that the invalid should have her first walk on Christmas Day.
"Let us go on ahead, and take her with us until the carriage overtakes us. It will do her no harm. It"s bright and dry--"
"Oh, mater, yes! I told Peg I would take her out," chimed in Arthur, starting from his seat by Rosalind"s side, and looking quite distressed because he had momentarily forgotten his promise. "Wrap her up well, and we"ll take care of her. The air will do her good."
"I think it will, but you must not go far--not an inch beyond the crossroads. Come, Peggy, and I"ll dress you myself. I can"t trust you to put on enough wraps." Mrs Asplin whisked the girl out of the room, and wrapped her up to such an extent that when she came downstairs again she could only puff and gasp above her m.u.f.fler, declare that she was choking, and fan herself with her m.u.f.f. Choking or not, the eyes of the companions brightened as they looked at her, for the scarlet tam-o"-shanter was set at a rakish angle on the dark little head, and Peggy the invalid seemed to have made way for the Peggy of old, with dimpling cheeks and the light of mischief in her eyes.
The moment that Mrs Asplin stopped fumbling with her wraps, she was out at the door, opening her mouth to drink in the fresh chill air, and Robert was at her side before anyone had a chance of superseding him.
"Umph! Isn"t it good? I"m stifling for a blow. My lungs are sore for want of exercise. I was longing, longing to get out. Robert, do you realise it? We have won the prize! Can you believe it? It is almost too good to be true. It"s the best present of all. Now you can buy your microscope, and get on with your work as you never could before!"
"Yes, and it"s all your doing, Mariquita. I could not have pulled it off without your help. If I make anything out of my studies, it will be your doing too. I"ll put it down to you, and thank you for it all my life."
"H-m! I don"t think I deserve so much praise, but I like it. It"s very soothing," said Peggy reflectively. "I"m very happy about it, and I needed something to make me happy, for I felt as blue as indigo this morning. We seem to have come to the end of so many things, and I hate ends. There is this disappointment about Arthur, which spoils all the old plans, and the break-up of our good times here together. I shall miss Oswald. He was a dear old dandy, and his ties were quite an excitement in life; but I simply can"t imagine what the house will be like without you, Rob!"
"I shall be here for some weeks every year, and I"ll run down for a day or two whenever I can. It won"t be good-bye."
"I know--I know! but you will never be one of us again, living in the house, joining in all our jokes. It will be quite a different thing.
And you will grow up so quickly at Oxford, and be a man before we know where we are."
"So will you--a woman at least. You are fifteen in January. At seventeen, girls put their hair up and wear long dresses. You will look older than I do, and give yourself as many airs as if you were fifty. I know what girls of seventeen are like. I"ve met lots of them, and they say, "That boy!" and toss their heads as if they were a dozen years older than fellows of their own age. I expect you will be as bad as the rest, but you needn"t try to snub me. I won"t stand it."
"You won"t have a chance, for I shan"t be here. As soon as my education is finished I am going out to India, to stay until father retires and we come home to settle. So after to-day--"
"After to-day--the deluge! Peggy, I didn"t tell you before, but I"m off to-morrow to stay in town until I go up to Oxford on the fourteenth.
The pater wants to have me with him, so I shan"t see you again for some months. Of course I am glad to be in town for most things, but--"
"Yes, but!" repeated Peggy, and turned a wan little face upon him. "Oh, Rob, it is changing quickly I never thought it would be so soon as this.
So it is good-bye. No wonder I felt so blue this morning. It is good-bye for ever to the old life. We shall meet again, oh yes! but it will be different. Some day when I"m old and grown-up I will see in a newspaper the name of a distinguished naturalist and discoverer, and say, "I used to know him once. He was not at all proud. He used to pull my hair like any ordinary mortal."
"Some day I shall enter a ballroom, and see a little lady sitting by the door waving her hands in the air, and using words a mile long, and shall say to myself, "Do my eyes deceive me? Is it indeed the Peggy Pickle of the Past?" and my host will say, "My good sir, that is the world-famous auth.o.r.ess, Mariquita de Ponsonby Plantagenet Saville!" Stevenson, I a.s.sure you, is not in it for flow of language, and she is so proud of herself that she won"t speak to anyone under a belted earl."