When Christopher flew so openly in the face of this cherished hatred, there could be nothing less than consternation. Charles Holland broke through his determination to have nothing to do with Christopher, to remonstrate. Caroline went to Eunice in as much of a splutter as if Christopher had been her own brother.
Eunice did not care a row of pins for the Holland-Pye feud.
Victoria was to her what any other girl, upon whom Christopher cast eyes of love, would have been--a supplanter. For the first time in her life she was torn with pa.s.sionate jealousy; existence became a nightmare to her. Urged on by Caroline, and her own pain, she ventured to remonstrate with Christopher, also. She had expected a burst of rage, but he was surprisingly good-natured. He seemed even amused.
"What have you got against Victoria?" he asked, tolerantly.
Eunice had no answer ready. It was true that nothing could be said against the girl. She felt helpless and baffled.
Christopher laughed at her silence.
"I guess you"re a little jealous," he said. "You must have expected I would get married some time. This house is big enough for us all. You"d better look at the matter sensibly, Eunice.
Don"t let Charles and Caroline put nonsense into your head. A man must marry to please himself."
Christopher was out late that night. Eunice waited up for him, as she always did. It was a chilly spring evening, reminding her of the night her mother had died. The kitchen was in spotless order, and she sat down on a stiff-backed chair by the window to wait for her brother.
She did not want a light. The moonlight fell in with faint illumination. Outside, the wind was blowing over a bed of new-sprung mint in the garden, and was suggestively fragrant. It was a very old-fashioned garden, full of perennials Naomi Holland had planted long ago. Eunice always kept it primly neat. She had been working in it that day, and felt tired.
She was all alone in the house and the loneliness filled her with a faint dread. She had tried all that day to reconcile herself to Christopher"s marriage, and had partially succeeded. She told herself that she could still watch over him and care for his comfort. She would even try to love Victoria; after all, it might be pleasant to have another woman in the house. So, sitting there, she fed her hungry soul with these husks of comfort.
When she heard Christopher"s step she moved about quickly to get a light. He frowned when he saw her; he had always resented her sitting up for him. He sat down by the stove and took off his boots, while Eunice got a lunch for him. After he had eaten it in silence he made no move to go to bed. A chill, premonitory fear crept over Eunice. It did not surprise her at all when Christopher finally said, abruptly, "Eunice, I"ve a notion to get married this spring."
Eunice clasped her hands together under the table. It was what she had been expecting. She said so, in a monotonous voice.
"We must make some arrangement for--for you, Eunice," Christopher went on, in a hurried, hesitant way, keeping his eyes riveted doggedly on his plate. "Victoria doesn"t exactly like--well, she thinks it"s better for young married folks to begin life by themselves, and I guess she"s about right. You wouldn"t find it comfortable, anyhow, having to step back to second place after being mistress here so long."
Eunice tried to speak, but only an indistinct murmur came from her bloodless lips. The sound made Christopher look up.
Something in her face irritated him. He pushed back his chair impatiently.
"Now, Eunice, don"t go taking on. It won"t be any use. Look at this business in a sensible way. I"m fond of you, and all that, but a man is bound to consider his wife first. I"ll provide for you comfortably."
"Do you mean to say that your wife is going to turn me out?"
Eunice gasped, rather than spoke, the words.
Christopher drew his reddish brows together.
"I just mean that Victoria says she won"t marry me if she has to live with you. She"s afraid of you. I told her you wouldn"t interfere with her, but she wasn"t satisfied. It"s your own fault, Eunice. You"ve always been so queer and close that people think you"re an awful crank. Victoria"s young and lively, and you and she wouldn"t get on at all. There isn"t any question of turning you out. I"ll build a little house for you somewhere, and you"ll be a great deal better off there than you would be here. So don"t make a fuss."
Eunice did not look as if she were going to make a fuss. She sat as if turned to stone, her hands lying palm upward in her lap.
Christopher got up, hugely relieved that the dreaded explanation was over.
"Guess I"ll go to bed. You"d better have gone long ago. It"s all nonsense, this waiting up for me."
When he had gone Eunice drew a long, sobbing breath and looked about her like a dazed soul. All the sorrow of her life was as nothing to the desolation that a.s.sailed her now.
She rose and, with uncertain footsteps, pa.s.sed out through the hall and into the room where her mother died. She had always kept it locked and undisturbed; it was arranged just as Naomi Holland had left it. Eunice tottered to the bed and sat down on it.
She recalled the promise she had made to her mother in that very room. Was the power to keep it to be wrested from her? Was she to be driven from her home and parted from the only creature she had on earth to love? And would Christopher allow it, after all her sacrifices for him? Aye, that he would! He cared more for that black-eyed, waxen-faced girl at the old Pye place than for his own kin. Eunice put her hands over her dry, burning eyes and groaned aloud.
Caroline Holland had her hour of triumph over Eunice when she heard it all. To one of her nature there was no pleasure so sweet as that of saying, "I told you so." Having said it, however, she offered Eunice a home. Electa Holland was dead, and Eunice might fill her place very acceptably, if she would.
"You can"t go off and live by yourself," Caroline told her.
"It"s all nonsense to talk of such a thing. We will give you a home, if Christopher is going to turn you out. You were always a fool, Eunice, to pet and pamper him as you"ve done. This is the thanks you get for it--turned out like a dog for his fine wife"s whim! I only wish your mother was alive!"
It was probably the first time Caroline had ever wished this.
She had flown at Christopher like a fury about the matter, and had been rudely insulted for her pains. Christopher had told her to mind her own business.
When Caroline cooled down she made some arrangements with him, to all of which Eunice listlessly a.s.sented. She did not care what became of her. When Christopher Holland brought Victoria as mistress to the house where his mother had toiled, and suffered, and ruled with her rod of iron, Eunice was gone. In Charles Holland"s household she took Electa"s place--an unpaid upper servant.
Charles and Caroline were kind enough to her, and there was plenty to do. For five years her dull, colorless life went on, during which time she never crossed the threshold of the house where Victoria Holland ruled with a sway as absolute as Naomi"s had been. Caroline"s curiosity led her, after her first anger had cooled, to make occasional calls, the observations of which she faithfully reported to Eunice. The latter never betrayed any interest in them, save once. This was when Caroline came home full of the news that Victoria had had the room where Naomi died opened up, and showily furnished as a parlor. Then Eunice"s sallow face crimsoned, and her eyes flashed, over the desecration. But no word of comment or complaint ever crossed her lips.
She knew, as every one else knew, that the glamor soon went from Christopher Holland"s married life. The marriage proved an unhappy one. Not unnaturally, although unjustly, Eunice blamed Victoria for this, and hated her more than ever for it.
Christopher seldom came to Charles" house. Possibly he felt ashamed. He had grown into a morose, silent man, at home and abroad. It was said he had gone back to his old drinking habits.
One fall Victoria Holland went to town to visit her married sister. She took their only child with her. In her absence Christopher kept house for himself.
It was a fall long remembered in Avonlea. With the dropping of the leaves, and the shortening of the dreary days, the shadow of a fear fell over the land. Charles Holland brought the fateful news home one night.
"There"s smallpox in Charlottetown--five or six cases. Came in one of the vessels. There was a concert, and a sailor from one of the ships was there, and took sick the next day."
This was alarming enough. Charlottetown was not so very far away and considerable traffic went on between it and the north sh.o.r.e districts.
When Caroline recounted the concert story to Christopher the next morning his ruddy face turned quite pale. He opened his lips as if to speak, then closed them again. They were sitting in the kitchen; Caroline had run over to return some tea she had borrowed, and, incidentally, to see what she could of Victoria"s housekeeping in her absence. Her eyes had been busy while her tongue ran on, so she did not notice the man"s pallor and silence.
"How long does it take for smallpox to develop after one has been exposed to it?" he asked abruptly, when Caroline rose to go.
"Ten to fourteen days, I calc"late," was her answer. "I must see about having the girls vaccinated right off. It"ll likely spread. When do you expect Victoria home?"
"When she"s ready to come, whenever that will be," was the gruff response.
A week later Caroline said to Eunice, "Whatever"s got Christopher? He hasn"t been out anywhere for ages--just hangs round home the whole time. It"s something new for him. I s"pose the place is so quiet, now Madam Victoria"s away, that he can find some rest for his soul. I believe I"ll run over after milking and see how he"s getting on. You might as well come, too, Eunice."
Eunice shook her head. She had all her mother"s obstinacy, and darken Victoria"s door she would not. She went on patiently darning socks, sitting at the west window, which was her favorite position--perhaps because she could look from it across the sloping field and past the crescent curve of maple grove to her lost home.
After milking, Caroline threw a shawl over her head and ran across the field. The house looked lonely and deserted. As she fumbled at the latch of the gate the kitchen door opened, and Christopher Holland appeared on the threshold.
"Don"t come any farther," he called.
Caroline fell back in blank astonishment. Was this some more of Victoria"s work?
"I ain"t an agent for the smallpox," she called back viciously.
Christopher did not heed her.
"Will you go home and ask uncle if he"ll go, or send for Doctor Spencer? He"s the smallpox doctor. I"m sick."
Caroline felt a thrill of dismay and fear. She faltered a few steps backward.