Dr. Heriot did not stay long in London; as soon as his mission was accomplished he set his face resolutely homewards.
Christmas was fast approaching, and it was necessary to make arrangements for Roy"s removal to Hastings, and after much discussion and a plentiful interchange of letters between the cottage and the vicarage, it was finally settled that Mildred and Richard should remain with the invalid until Olive and Mr. Lambert should take their place.
Mr. Lambert was craving for a sight of his boy, but he could not feel justified in devolving his duties on his curate until after the Epiphany, nor would Olive consent to leave him; so Mildred bravely stifled her homesick longings, and kept watch over the young lovers, smiling to herself over Roy"s boyishness and Polly"s fruitless efforts after staidness.
From the low bow-window jutting on to the beach, in the quiet corner where Richard had found them lodgings, she would often sit following the young pair with softly amused eyes as they stood hand in hand with the waves lapping to their feet; at the first streak of sunset they would come slowly up the sh.o.r.e. Roy still tall and gaunt, but with a faint tinge of returning health in his face; Polly fresh and blooming as a rose, and trying hard to stay her dancing feet to fit his feeble paces.
"What have you done with Richard, children?" Mildred would ask as usual.
"d.i.c.k? ah, he decamped long ago, with the trite and novel observation that "two are company and three none." We saw him last in the midst of an admiring crowd of fishermen. d.i.c.k always knows when he is not wanted, eh, Polly?"
"I am afraid we treat him very badly," returned Polly, blushing. Roy threw himself down on the couch with a burst of laughter. His mirth had hardly died away when his brother entered.
"You have got back, Roy--that"s right. I was just going in search of you. There is a treacherous wind this evening. You were standing still ever so long after I left you."
"That comes of you leaving us, you see," replied Roy, slyly. "It took us just half an hour to discover the reason of your abrupt departure."
Richard"s eyes twinkled with dry humour.
"One must confess to being bored at times. Keppel was far more entertaining company than you and Polly. When I am in despair for a little sensible conversation I must come to Aunt Milly."
Aunt Milly was the universal sympathiser, as usual. Richard"s patience would have been sorely put to proof, but for those grave-toned talks in the wintry twilights, with which the gray sea and sky seemed so strangely to harmonise. In spite of his unselfishness, the sight of his brother"s happiness could not fail to elicit at times a disturbing sense of contrast. Who could tell what years rolled between him and the fruition of his hope?
"In patience and confidence must be your strength, Richard," Mildred once said, as they stood looking over the dim waste of waters, gray everywhere, save where the white lips touched the sh.o.r.e; behind them was the dark Castle Hill; windy flickers of light came from the esplanade; far out to sea a little star trembled and wavered like the timid pioneer of unknown light; a haze of uncertainty bordered earth and sky; the soft wash of the insidious waves was tuneful and soothing as a lullaby. The neutral tints, the colourless conditions, neither light nor dark, even the faint wrapping mist that came like a cloud from the sea, harmonised with Mildred"s feelings as she quoted the text softly. An irrepressible shiver ran through the young man"s frame. Waiting, did he not know what was before him--years of uncertainty, of alternate hopes and fears.
"Yes, I know," he replied, with an accent of impatience in his voice.
"You are right, of course; one can only wait. As for patience, it is hardly an attribute of youth; one learns it by degrees, but all the same, uncertainty and these low gray skies oppress one. Sea-fog does not enhance cheerfulness, Aunt Milly. Let us go in."
Richard"s moods of discontent were brief and rare. He was battling bravely with his disappointment. He had always been grave and staid beyond his years, but now faintly-drawn lines were plainly legible in the smooth forehead, and a steady concentrated light in the brown eyes bore witness to abiding and careful thought. At times his brother"s unreasoning boyishness seemed almost to provoke him; want of earnestness was always a heinous sin in his judgment. Roy more than once winced under some unpalatable home-truth which Richard uttered in all good faith and with the best intentions in the world.
"d.i.c.k is the finest fellow breathing, but if he would only leave off sermonising until he is ordained," broke out Roy, with a groan, when he and Mildred were alone; but Mildred was too well aware of their affection for each other to be made uneasy by any petulance on Roy"s part. He would rail at his brother"s advice, and then most likely digest and follow it; but she gave Richard a little hint once.
"Leave them alone; their happiness is still so new to them," pleaded the softhearted woman. "You can"t expect Rex to look beyond the present yet, now Polly is with him--when he is stronger he will settle down to work."
And though Richard shook his head a little incredulously, he wisely held his peace.
But he would have bristled over with horror and amazement if he had known half of the extravagant daydreams and plans which Roy was for ever pouring into Aunt Milly"s ear. Roy, who was as impetuous in his love-making as in other things, could not be made to understand that there was any necessity for waiting; that Polly should be due north while he was due south was clearly an absurdity to his mind, and he would argue the point until Mildred was fairly bewildered.
"Rex, my dear boy, do be reasonable," she pleaded once; "what would Richard say if he heard you? You must give up this daft scheme of yours; it is contrary to all common sense. Why, you have never earned fifty pounds by your painting yet."
"Excuse me, Aunt Milly, but it is so difficult to make women see anything in a business point of view," replied the invalid, somewhat loftily. "Polly understands me, of course, but she is an exception to the general rule. I defy any one--even you, Aunt Milly--to beat Polly in common sense."
"He means, of course, if his picture be sold," returned Polly, st.u.r.dily, who feared nothing in the world but separation from Roy. She was ready to eat bread and cheese cheerfully all her life, she thought. Both young people were in the hazy atmosphere of all youthful lovers, when a crust appears a picturesque and highly desirable food, and rent and taxes and all such contemptible items are delusions of the evil one, fostered in the brain of careful parents.
"Of course Rex only means if his picture sells at a good price. He will then be sure of work from the dealers."
"There, I told you so," repeated Roy, triumphantly, "as though Polly did not know the ups and downs of an artist"s life better than you, or even me, Aunt Milly. It is not as though we expected champagne and silk dresses, and all sorts of unnecessary luxuries."
"Or velvet coats," quietly added Mildred, and Roy looked a little crestfallen.
"Aunt Milly, how can you be so unkind, so disagreeable?" cried Polly, with a little burst of indignation. "I shall wear print dresses or cheap stuff. There was such a pretty one at sevenpence-halfpenny the yard, at Oliver"s; but of course Rex must have his velvet coat, it looks so well on an artist, and suits him so. I would not have Roy look shabby and out of elbows, like Dad Fabian, for the world."
"You would look very pretty in a print dress, Polly, I don"t doubt,"
returned Roy, a little sadly; "but Aunt Milly is right, and it would not match my velvet coat. We must be consistent, as Richard says."
"Cashmere is not so very dear, and it wears splendidly," returned Polly, in the tone of one elated by a new discovery, "and with a fresh ribbon now and then I shall look as well as I do now. You don"t suppose I mean to be a slattern if we are ever so poor. But you shall have your velvet coat, if I have to p.a.w.n the watch Dr. Heriot gave me." And Roy"s answer was not meant for Mildred to hear.
Mildred felt as though she were turning the page of some story-book as she listened to their talk. How charmingly unreal it all sounded; how splendidly coloured with youth and happiness. After all, they were not ambitious. The rooms at the little cottage at Frognal bounded all their desires. The studio with the cross light and faded drapery, the worn couch and little square piano, was to be their living room. Polly was to work and sing, while Roy painted. Dull! how could they be dull when they had each other? Polly would go to market, and prepare dainty little dishes out of nothing; she would train flowers round the porch and under the windows, and keep chickens in the empty coop by the arbour. With plenty of eggs and fresh vegetables, their expenses would be trifling.
Dugald had taught Rex to make potato soup and herring salad. Why, he and Dugald had spent he did not know how little a week, and of course his father would help him. Polly was penniless and an orphan, and it was his duty to work for her as well as for himself.
Mildred wondered what Dr. Heriot would think of the young people"s proposition. As Polly was under age he had a voice in the matter, but she held her peace on this subject. After all, it was only a daydream--a very pleasant picture. She was conscious of a vague feeling of regret that things could not be as they planned. Roy was boyish and impulsive, but Polly might be trusted, she thought. Every now and then there was a little spirit of shrewdness and humour in the girl"s words that bubbled to the surface.
"Roy will always be wanting to buy new books and new music, but I shall punish him by liking the old ones best," she said, with a laugh. "And no more boxes of cigarettes, or bottles of lavender-water; and oh, Rex, you know your extravagance in gloves."
"I shall only wear them on Sundays," replied Roy, virtuously, "and I shall smoke pipes--an honest meerschaum after all is more enjoyable, and in the evenings we will take long walks towards Hendon or Barnet. Polly is a famous walker, and on fine Sundays we will go to Westminister Abbey, or St. Paul"s, or some of the grand old city churches; one can hear fine music at the Foundling, and at St. Andrew"s, Wells Street Polly does not know half the delights of living in London."
"She will know it in good time," returned Mildred, softly. She would not take upon herself to damp their expectations; in a little while they would learn to be reasonable. In the meanwhile she indulged in the petting that was with her as a second nature.
But it was a relief when her brother and Olive arrived; she had no idea how much she had missed them, until she caught sight of her brother"s bowed figure and gray head, and Olive"s grave, sallow face beside it.
It was an exciting evening. Mr. Lambert was overjoyed at seeing his son again, though much shocked at the still visible evidences of past suffering. Polly was warmly welcomed with a fatherly blessing, and he was so much occupied with the young pair, that Mildred was at liberty to devote herself to Olive.
She followed her into her room ostensibly to a.s.sist in unpacking, but they soon fell into one of their old talks.
"Dear Olive," she said, kissing her, "you don"t know how good it is to see you again. I never believed I could miss you so much."
"You have not missed me half so much as I have you," returned Olive, blushing with surprised pleasure. "I always feel so lost without you, Aunt Milly. When I wanted you very badly--more than usual, I mean--I used to go into your room and think over all the comforting talks we have had together, and then try and fancy what you would tell me to do in such and such cases."
"Dear child, that was drawing from a very shallow well. I remember I told you to fold up all your perplexities in your letters, and I would try and unravel them for you; but I see you were afraid of troubling me."
"That was one reason, certainly; but I had another as well. I could not forget what you told me once about the bracing effects of self-decision in most circ.u.mstances, and how you once laughingly compared me to Mr.
Ready-to-Halt, and advised me to throw away my crutches."
"In other words, solving your own difficulties; certainly I meant what I said. Grown-up persons are so fond of thinking for young people, instead of training them to think for themselves, and then they are surprised that the brain struggles so slowly from the swaddling-bands that they themselves have wrapped round them."
"It was easier than I thought," returned Olive, slowly; "at first I tormented myself in my old way, and was tempted to renew my arguments about conflicting duties, till I remembered there must be a right and wrong in everything, or at least by comparison a better way."
"Why, you have grown quite a philosopher, Olive; I shall be proud of my pupil," and Mildred looked affectionately at her niece. What a n.o.ble-looking woman Olive would be, she thought. True, the face was colourless, and the features far too strongly marked for beauty; but the mild, dark eyes and shadowy hair redeemed it from plainness, and the speaking, yet subdued, intelligence that lingered behind the hesitating speech produced a pleasing impression; yet Mildred, who knew the face so well, fancied a shadow of past or present sadness tinged the even gravity that was its prevailing expression.
Olive"s thoughts unfolded slowly like flowers--they always needed the sunshine of sympathy; a keen breath, the light mockery of incredulity, killed them on the spot. Now of her own accord she began to speak of the young lovers.
"How happy dear Roy looks; Polly is just suited for him. Do you know, Aunt Milly, I had a sort of presentiment of this, it always seemed to me that she and Dr. Heriot were making believe to like each other."
"I think Dr. Heriot was tolerably in earnest, Olive."
"Of course he meant to be; but I always thought there was too much benevolence for the right thing; and as for Polly--oh, it was easy to see that she only tried to be in love--it quite tired her out, the trying I mean, and made her cross and pettish with us sometimes."
"I never gave you credit for so much observation."