"Yes," he said, with an emphatic nod. "I called Jason to bring a spade; but I could scarcely wait, and I found myself clawing like--like one of the dogs, my dear. Jason came and we had that box up and I opened it.
And what do you think I found?"
Ida shook her head gently; then she started slightly, as she remembered the night Stafford and she had watched her father coming, in his sleep, from the ruined chapel.
"Something of my father"s?"
Mr. Wordley nodded impressively.
"Yes, it was something of your father"s. It was a large box, my dear, and it contained--what do you think?"
"Papers?" ventured Ida.
"Securities, my dear Miss Ida, securities for a very large amount! The box was full of them; and a little farther off we found another tin case quite as full. They were securities in some of the best and soundest companies, and they are worth an enormous sum of money!"
Ida stared at him, as if she did not realise the significance of his words.
"An enormous sum of money," he repeated. "All the while--G.o.d forgive me!--I was under the impression that your father was letting things slide, and was doing nothing to save the estate and to provide for you, he was speculating and investing; and doing it with a skill and a shrewdness which could not have been surpa.s.sed by the most astute and business-like of men. His judgment was almost infallible; he seems scarcely ever to have made a mistake. It was one of those extraordinary cases in which everything a man touches turns to gold. There are mining shares there which I would not have bought at a farthing a piece; but your father bought them, and they"ve everyone of them, or nearly everyone of them, turned up trumps. Some of them which he bought for a few shillings--gold and diamond shares--are worth hundreds of pounds; hundreds? thousands! My dear," he took her hand and patted it as if he were trying to break the shock to her; "your poor father whom we all regarded as an insolvent book-worm, actually died by far and away the richest man in the county!"
Ida looked at him as if she did not even yet quite understand. She pa.s.sed her thin hand over her brow and drew a long breath.
"Do you mean--do you mean that I am no longer poor, Mr. Wordley?" she asked.
Mr. Wordley laughed so suddenly and loudly that he quite startled the hall porter in his little gla.s.s box.
"My dear child," he said, slowly and impressively, "you are rich, not poor; im-mense-ly rich! I do not myself yet quite know how much you are worth; but you may take it from me that it"s a very large sum indeed.
Now, you are not going to faint, my dear!" For Ida"s eyes had closed and her hands had clasped each other spasmodically.
"No, no," she said in a low voice, "But it is so sudden, so unexpected, that I cannot realise it. It seems to me as if I were lying in the cot upstairs and dreaming. No, I cannot realise that I can go back to Herondale: I suppose I can go back?" she asked, with a sudden piteousness that very nearly brought the tears to Mr. Wordley"s eyes.
"Go back, my dear!" he exclaimed. "Of course you can go back! The place belongs to you. Why, I"ve already given notice that I am going to pay off the mortgages. You will get every inch of the land back; you will be the richest lady in the county--yes, in the whole county! The old glories of the dear old house can be revived; you can queen it there as the Herons of old used to queen it. And everybody will be proud and delighted to see you doing it! As for me, I am ashamed to say that I have almost lost my head over the business, and have behaved like a--well, anything but like a staid and sober old solicitor."
He laughed, and blew his nose, and nodded with a shamefaced joy which affected Ida even more than his wonderful news had done.
"How can I thank you for all your goodness to me," she murmured, a little brokenly.
"Thank me! Don"t you attempt to thank me, or I shall break down altogether; for I"ve been the stupidest and most wooden-headed idiot that ever disgraced a n.o.ble profession. I ought to have seen through your father"s affectation of miserliness and indifference. Anybody but a silly old numskull would have done so. But, my dear, why are we staying here, why don"t we go away at once? You"d like to go back to Herondale by the first train? You must hate the sight of this place, I should think."
"No, no," said Ida, gently. "Yes, I would like to go back to Herondale--ah, yes, as soon as possible. But I should like to see someone before I go--the sister, the nurse, who have been so good to me. You are sure"--she paused and went on shyly, "you are sure there is no mistake, that I have some money, am rich?"
"Rich as Croesus, my dear child," he responded, with a laugh.
She blushed still more deeply.
"Then, have you--have you any money with you, Mr. Wordley? I mean quite a large sum of money?" "Not a very large sum, my dear," he replied, rather puzzled. "About twenty or thirty pounds, perhaps."
Ida"s face fell.
"Oh, that is not nearly enough," she murmured.
"Eh?" he asked. "But I"ve got my cheque-book with me. How much do you want? And, forgive me, my dear Miss Ida, but may I ask what you want it for?"
"Can I have a cheque for five hundred pounds?" Ida asked, timidly.
"Five thousand, fifty thousand, my dear!" he responded, promptly, and with no little pride and satisfaction.
"Five hundred will do--for the present," she said a little nervously.
"Perhaps the porter will let you draw it out."
Still puzzled, Mr. Wordley went into the porter"s box and took out his cheque-book.
"Make it payable to the hospital--and give it to me, please," said Ida, in a low voice.
The old man"s face cleared, and he nodded.
"Of course, of course! G.o.d bless you, my dear! I might have known what was in that good, grateful heart of yours. See here, I"ve made it out for a thousand pounds. That"s five hundred for you and five hundred for me--and don"t you say a word to stop me; for I"m only too grateful for the idea. It will cool me down; and upon my word, I feel so excited, so above and beyond myself that I want some safety-valve like this, or I should fall to dancing in the hall and so disgrace myself and the n.o.ble profession to which I belong."
With the folded cheque in her hand Ida took him up the many stone steps to the Alexandra ward. The gentle-eyed sister, who had parted from her so reluctantly, was naturally surprised to see her return so soon, and accompanied by a fatherly and prosperous old gentleman, who kept close to her as if he were afraid she might be spirited from him.
"I have come back to--to say good-bye again, sister," said Ida, her voice faltering a little, but her eyes beaming as they had not beamed for many a day; "and I want to give you something, something for the hospital--it is from my dear friend here, Mr. Wordley, who has just found me. And I want you not to open it until we have gone--say, for half an hour. And I am going to write to you as I promised; and you can write to me if you will be so kind; for I can give you the address now.
It is on the back of the cheque."
She had written it in the porter"s box.
"I am going--home. Something has happened. But I will write and tell you; now I can only say"--her voice broke and trembled--"good-bye, again, and thank you with all my heart." She drew the sister to her and kissed her; and Mr. Wordley shook the sister"s hand, and blew his nose so loudly that the patients, who had been watching them eagerly, nodded to each other and exchanged significant glances, and there was a suppressed excitement in the ward which found adequate expression when, half an hour afterwards, the sister with flashed cheek and quavering voice made them acquainted with Ida"s gift.
"And now," said Mr. Wordley, after he had shaken hands with several of the officials, including the porter, "and now, my dear Miss Ida, for Herondale and--Home! Hi, cab!"
CHAPTER x.x.xVIII.
The journey down to Herondale cannot be described: whenever Ida thought of it in the after years, she felt herself trembling and quivering with the memory of it. Until she had sat in the carriage, and the train had started and she realised that she was indeed going home--home!--she did not know what it had cost her to leave Herondale, how much she had suffered at Laburnum Villa, how deep the iron of dependence had entered her soul. She was all of a quiver with delight, with profound grat.i.tude to the Providence which was restoring her to the old house, the wide moors, the brawling streams which she knew now were dearer to her than life itself.
Mr. Wordley understood, and was full of sympathy with her mood. He bought newspapers and magazines, and he let her alone and pretended to read; but every now and then she met his smiling glance, and knew by his nod of the head that he was rejoicing with her.
He had wired for a carriage and pair to meet them at Bryndermere, and Ida leant back and tried to be patient, then to look unconcerned and calm and composed; but she uttered a little cry and nearly broke down when the carriage stopped at the familiar gate, and Jessie, who was standing there, with her hair blown wild by the wind, forgot the inequalities of their positions, and catching her beloved young mistress to her bosom crooned and sobbed over her.
Jason stood just behind, balancing himself first on one foot, and then on the other, in his efforts to get a glimpse of Ida, and she stretched out her arm over Jessee"s shoulder and shook the honest hand which had grown hard and h.o.r.n.y in her service. Jessie almost carried her mistress into the hall, where a huge fire was burning and threw a red and cheerful glow over the fading gilding and grey-toned hangings.
"Oh, miss, how thin you be!" she said at last, as, with clasped hands, she surveyed Ida from top to toe anxiously and greedily. "Wherever have you been to look like that? But never mind, Miss Ida; you"re back, and that"s everything! And we"ll very soon get some flesh on your bones and drive the sad look out of thee eyes." In moments of emotion and excitement Jessie forgot the schooling Ida had given her, and lapsed into semi-Westmoreland. "You"ve missed the moorland air, dearie, and the cream and the milk--I"ve "eard it"s all chalk and water in London--and I suppose there wasn"t room to ride in them crowded streets; and the food, too, I"m told it ain"t fit for ordinary humans, leave alone a dainty maid like my sweet mistress."
"Yes, you shall fatten me to your heart"s desire, Jessie," said Ida. "I suppose I don"t look of much account; I"ve been ill. But I shall soon get well. I felt, as we drove along the moor, with the wind blowing on my cheek, as if I had not breathed since the hour I left. And now tell me everything--all--at once! Rupert? There"s no need to ask about the dogs." Donald and Bess had not yet ceased to tear at her in frantic efforts to express their delight. "Are you glad I"ve come back, Donald?" she asked in a low voice as she knelt and put her arms round his neck and nestled her face against his, and let him lick her with his great, soft tongue. "Ah, if you are only half as glad as I am, doggie, your heart must be half breaking with the joy of it. And if I"m lean, you are disgracefully fat, Bess. Don"t tell me you"ve missed me, for I don"t believe it."
It was some time before Jessie could drag her upstairs; and the sight of her old room, as cheerful as the hall, with the huge fire, almost unnerved her, and when she was alone she sank upon her knees beside the bed in a thanksgiving which was none the less deep and fervent for its muteness.
When she came down the dinner was ready and Mr. Wordley was standing in front of the fire awaiting her. She was glad that Jason had not had time to procure a new livery, was glad of the old shabbiness of the room, that its aspect was not yet changed, and that it greeted her with all its old familiarity, Mr. Wordley would not let her talk until she had made, at any rate, a pretense of eating; but when they had gone into the drawing-room, he drew a chair to the fire for her, and said;