"I think you must have misunderstood him, Arnold. Who could be better than his own father, and he a clergyman?"
"Many, my dear; Heriot, for example. I find Heriot is not quite so much in the dark as I supposed, though he treats it less seriously than we do; he says it is no use forcing confidence, and that Cardie is peculiar and resents being catechised, and he advises me to send him to Oxford without delay, that he may meet men on his own level and rub against other minds; but I feel loath to do so, I am so in the dark about him.
Heriot may be right, or it may be the worst possible thing."
"What did Richard say himself?"
"He seemed relieved at my proposing it, thanked me, and jumped at the idea, begged that he might go after Christmas; he was wasting his time here, looked pleased and dubious when I proposed his reading for the bar, and then his face fell--I suppose at the thought of my disappointment, for he coloured and said hurriedly that there was no need of immediate decision; he must make up his mind finally whether he should ever take holy orders. At present it was more than probable that----"
""Say at once it is impossible," I interrupted, for the thought of such sacrilege made me angry. "No, father, do not say that," he returned, and I fancied he was touched for the moment. "Don"t make up your mind that we are both to disappoint you. I only want to be perfectly sure that I am no hypocrite--that at any rate I am true in what I do. I think she would like that best, father," and then I knew he meant his mother."
"Dear Arnold, I am not sure after all that you need be unhappy about your boy."
"I do not distrust his rect.i.tude of purpose; I only grieve over his pride and inflexibility--they are not good bosom-companions to a young man. Well, wherever he goes he is sure of his father"s prayers, though it is hard to know that one"s son is a stranger. Ah, there comes Heriot, Milly. I suppose he thinks we all want cheering up, as it is not his usual night."
Mildred had already guessed such was the case, and was very grateful for the stream of ready talk that, at supper-time, carried Polly and Chriss with it. Roy had recovered his spirits, but he seemed to consider it a duty to preserve a subdued and injured exterior in his father"s presence; it showed remorse for past idleness, and was a delicate compliment to the absent Livy; while Richard sat by in grave taciturnity, now and then breaking out into short sentences when silence was impossible, but all the time keenly cognisant of his father"s every look and movement, and observant of his every want.
Dr. Heriot followed Mildred out of the room with a half-laughing inquiry how she had fared during the family gale.
"It is no laughing matter, I a.s.sure you; we are all as uncomfortable as possible."
"When Greek meets Greek, you know the rest. You have no idea how dogmatical and disagreeable Mr. Lambert can make himself at times."
This was a new idea to Mildred, and was met with unusual indignation.
"Parents have a notion they can enforce confidence--that the very relationship instils it. Here is the vicar groaning over his son"s unfilial reticence and breaking his heart over a fit of very youthful stubbornness which calls itself manly pride, and Richard all the while yearning after his father, but bitter at being treated and schooled like a child. I declare I take Richard"s part in this."
"You ought not to blame my brother," returned Mildred in a low voice.
"He blames himself, and rightly too. He had no business to have such a man about the house. Richard is a cantankerous puppy not to confide in his father. But what"s the good of leading a horse to the water?--you can"t make him drink."
"I begin to think you are right about Richard," sighed Mildred; "one cannot help being fond of him, but he is very unsatisfactory. I am afraid I shall never make any impression."
"Then no one will. Fie! Miss Lambert, I detect a whole world of disappointment in that sigh. What has become of your faith? Half d.i.c.k"s faultiness comes from having an old head on young shoulders; in my opinion he"s worth half a dozen Penny-royals rolled in one."
"Dr. Heriot, how can you! Rex has the sweetest disposition in the world.
I strongly suspect he is his father"s favourite."
"Have you just found that out? It would have done you good to have seen the vicar gloating over Roy"s daubs this afternoon, as though they were treasures of art; the rogue actually made him believe that his coffee-coloured clouds, with ragged vermilion edges, were sublime effects. I quite pleased him when I a.s.sured him they were supernatural in the truest sense of the word. He wiped his eyes actually, over the gipsy sibyl that I call Roy"s gingerbread queen. What a rage the lad put himself in when I said I had never seen such a golden complexion except at a fair booth or in very bad cases of jaundice."
"How you do delight to tease that boy!"
"Isn"t it too bad--ruffling the wings of my "sweet Whistler," as I call him. He is the sort of boy all you women spoil. He only wants a little more petting to become as effeminate as heart can wish. I am half afraid that I shall miss his bright face when a London studio engulfs him."
"You think my brother will give him his way, then?"
"He has no choice. Besides, he quite believes he has an unfledged Claude Lorraine or Salvator Rosa on his hands. I believe Polly"s Dad Fabian is to be asked, and the matter regularly discussed. Poor Lambert! he will suffer a twinge or two before he delivers the boy into the hands of the Bohemians. He turned quite pale when I hinted a year in Rome; but there seems no reason why Roy should not have a regular artistic education; and, after all, I believe the lad has some talent--some of his smaller sketches are very spirited."
"I thought so myself," replied Mildred; and the subject of their conversation appearing at this moment, the topic was dropped.
CHAPTER XIV
RICHARD COEUR-DE LION
"What is life, father?"
"A battle, my child, Where the strongest lance may fail; Where the wariest eyes may be beguiled, And the stoutest heart may quail; Where the foes are gathered on every hand And rest not day or night, And the feeble little ones must stand In the thickest of the fight."--Adelaide Anne Procter.
The next day the vicarage had not regained its wonted atmosphere of quiet cheerfulness, which had been its normal condition since Mildred"s arrival.
In vain had "the sweet Whistler" haunted the narrow lobby outside Olive"s room, where, with long legs dangling from the window-seat, he had warbled through the whole of "Bonnie Dundee" and "Comin" thro" the Rye;" after which, helping himself _ad libitum_ from the old-fashioned bookcase outside Mildred"s chamber, he had read through the whole index of the _Shepherd"s Guide_ with a fine nasal imitation of Farmer Tallentire.
"Roy, how can you be so absurd?"
"Shut up, Contradiction; don"t you see I am enlightening Aunt Milly"s mind--clearing it of London fogs? Always imbibe the literature of your country. People living on the fellside will find this a useful handbook of reference, containing "a proper delineation of the usual horn and ear-marks of all the members" sheep, extending from Bowes and Wensley dale to Sedbergh in Yorkshire, from Ravenstone-dale and Brough to Gillumholme in Westmorland, from Crossfell and Kirkoswold----""
Here, Chriss falling upon the book, the drawling monotone was quenched, and a sharp scuffle ensued, in which Royal made his escape, betaking himself during the remainder of the day to his gla.s.s studio and the society of congenial canaries.
The day was intensely hot; Olive"s headache had yielded at last to Mildred"s treatment, but she seemed heavy and languid and dragged herself with difficulty to the dinner-table, shocking every one but Richard with her altered appearance.
Richard had so far recovered his temper that he had made up his mind with some degree of magnanimity to ignore (at least outwardly) what had occurred. He kissed Olive coolly when she entered, and hoped, somewhat stiffly, that her head was better; but he took no notice of the yearning look in the dark eyes raised to his, though it haunted him long afterwards, neither did he address her again; and Mildred was distressed to find that Olive scarcely touched her food, and at last crept away before half the meal was over, with the excuse that her head was aching again, but in reality unable to bear the chill restraint of her brother"s presence.
Mildred found her giddy and confused, and yet unwilling to own herself anything but well, and with a growing sense of despondency and hopelessness that made her a trying companion for a hot afternoon. She talked Mildred and herself into a state of drowsiness at last, from which the former was roused by hearing Ethel Trelawny"s voice on the terrace below.
Mildred was thankful for any distraction, and the sight of the tall figure in the riding-habit, advancing so gracefully to meet her, was especially refreshing, though Ethel accosted her with unusual gravity, and hoped she would not be in the way.
"Papa has ridden over to Appleby, and will call for me on his return. I started with the intention of going with him, but the afternoon is so oppressive that I repented of my determination; will you give me a cup of tea instead, Mildred?"
"Willingly," was the cheerful answer; and as she gave the order, Ethel seated herself on the steps leading down to the small smooth-shaven croquet-lawn, and, doffing her hat and gauntlets, amused herself with switching the daisy-heads with her jewelled riding-whip until Mildred returned.
"Is Olive better?" she asked abruptly, as Mildred seated herself beside her with needlework.
Mildred looked a little surprised as she answered, but a delicately-worded question or two soon showed her that Ethel was not entirely ignorant of the state of the case. She had met Richard in the town on the previous day, and, startled at his gloomy looks, had coaxed him, though with great difficulty, to accompany her home.
"It was not very easy to manage him in such a mood, continued Ethel, with her crisp laugh. "I felt, as we were going up the Crofts, as though I were Una leading her lion. He was dumb all the way; he contrived a roar at the end, though--we were very nearly having our first quarrel."
"I am afraid you were hard on your knight then."
Ethel coloured a little disdainfully, but she coloured nevertheless.
"Boys were not knighted in the old days, Mildred--they had to win their spurs, though," hesitating, "few could boast of a more gallant exploit perhaps;" but with a sudden sparkle of fun in her beautiful eyes, "a lionised Richard, not a Coeur-de-Lion, but the horrid, blatant beast himself, must be distressful to any one but a Una."
"Poor Richard! you should have soothed instead of irritated him."
"Counter-irritants are good for some diseases; besides, it was his own fault. He did not put me in possession of the real facts of the case until the last, and then only scantily. When I begged to know more, he turned upon me quite haughtily; it might have been Coeur-de-Lion himself before Ascalon, when Berengaria chose to be inquisitive. Indeed he gave me a strong hint that I could have no possible right to question him at all. I felt inclined half saucily to curtsey to his mightiness, only he looked such a sore-hearted Coeur-de-Lion."
"I like your choice of names; it fits Cardie somehow. I believe the lion-hearted king could contrive to get into rages sometimes. If I were mischievous, which I am not, I would not let you forget you have likened yourself to Berengaria."