But the rector was not softened by John"s letter; there was a curl of contempt upon his lip which colored his words, though with Helen"s quiet eyes upon him he forced himself to speak calmly.
"You see he expects you to return. This idea of yours, of a separation, is nonsense. I told you so in the first place. Now the only thing to do is to go to Lockhaven, and just say that your convictions are immovable (if they are, though it would be wiser to make a concession, Helen), so there is no use in experimenting in this absurd way. Absurd? Why it is--it is"--
Dr. Howe"s face was crimson, and he could find no epithet strong enough to use.
"Do you suppose I have not told John that I could not change?" Helen said sadly, ignoring the suggestion of a concession; "and to go back, uncle Archie,--you don"t know John! He thinks I will come back,--you are right there,--but only because he thinks this plan of his is an inspiration from G.o.d, and will lead me to believe as he wishes. It will not, and you know it. But John would feel that he was doubting G.o.d to let me come, if the promise were unfulfilled. So I shall never return. Oh, must we discuss it? It is fixed; it can never be changed. If only it could be understood at once! There is no hope."
Dr. Howe rose, and walked about the room a moment, breathing hard, and swallowing once or twice, as though to choke some hot words. Then he sat down, and began to argue.
First, he tried to prove to Helen that there was a h.e.l.l, but unconsciously he veered to a.s.sertions that it made no difference, anyhow; that of course the doctrine of eternal d.a.m.nation was preposterous, and that she must persuade Mr. Ward to drop the subject. He reasoned and threatened, then he expostulated and implored, ending all with, "You must go back, and at once."
Helen had been silent, but when he finished she said, so absently that he knew she had not been listening, "Shall I explain why I have come back, or would you prefer to do it?"
"Explain?" cried the rector. "What are you thinking of? Of course not! It is not to be known."
"It must be known, I think," Helen answered calmly. "I am here, and I shall stay here, so it seems to me better to disarm gossip by telling the truth at once."
Dr. Howe sunk back in his chair, and looked at his niece in speechless annoyance.
"You had better let me tell them, uncle Archie," she said simply; "it will be less unpleasant for you."
Then he regained his voice: "It is not to be told, Helen. I shall not allow it. If you have no sense, I"ll take the matter into my own hands.
If people choose to gossip about your being here a few days or a week,--it may take a week for this folly to blow over,--why, they can, that"s all. I will not--you hear me, Helen?--I will not enter into any absurd explanations."
Helen lifted her heavy eyes, and looked at him a moment, and then she said, "Aunt Deely?"
Dr. Howe suffered a sudden collapse. "Well, I--ah--well, perhaps Adele. I suppose Adele must know it. I don"t know but what her common sense may be good for you, my dear. Yes, I"ll tell Adele."
"I should like to have Lois understand it," Helen said.
"Well," Dr. Howe conceded, "yes--I suppose you might mention it to Lois--because"--
"I don"t want her to think anything wrong of John," Helen explained.
Dr. Howe stared at her blankly, but did not burst into wrathful exclamations; he was actually exhausted in mind and body; this controversy had been too much for him. But that remark of Helen"s ended it. She went slowly up-stairs, clinging to the bal.u.s.trade as though she needed some support, yet she had not spoken of being tired. She pa.s.sed Lois, sitting on the window-seat which ran across the broad landing, but did not seem to see her, and there was something in her cousin"s face which kept the young girl dumb.
Dr. Howe did not go to Dale house until the next day; he vaguely hoped something would turn up before his sister discovered Helen"s presence at the rectory, which would make this humiliating confession unnecessary.
But nothing happened except the arrival of a letter from John Ward to Dr.
Howe, explaining his convictions and reiterating his determination.
Helen kept in her own room that day and the next, so Gifford Woodhouse, who came to the rectory, did not guess her presence, since Lois had been admonished to be silent concerning it, and no one else chanced to call.
Of course the servants knew. Dr. Howe ground his teeth as he reflected that Sally would probably tattle the whole thing; the more so, if she were charged not to mention it. Yet he was rather relieved, when he went to tell his sister, to find that she knew the main fact already.
"Helen"s back again!" she cried as soon as she saw him.
He found her in the big cool dining-room, cutting out pieces of paper for the tops of her pots of strawberry jam, and fringing them delicately with a little pair of shining scissors.
"Well, Archibald," she said, looking at him over her gla.s.ses, as he sat down at the other end of the polished table, "this is pretty hot, isn"t it? I"ll have Betty bring you a sangaree; there"s a fan on the window-sill, if you want it; I never have patience to use a fan. Henry"s in his library. I declare, it is as cold as a vault in that room; but you"d better not go down. We Howes are too rheumatic for such damp places."
Betty brought the sangaree, and the rector diverted himself while he put off the evil moment of explanation, by clinking the ice against the gla.s.s.
"Betty was down in the village last night," Mrs. Dale was saying, "and she saw your Sally, and she told her Helen did not get off on Monday.
What in the world does that mean? I do dislike to see the child so changeable. I suppose she wants to wait and go with Lois, after all? But why didn"t she make up her mind before she started? And all this talk about getting back to her husband! Oh, these young wives,--they don"t mind leaving their husbands!"
"Yes, she"s back," said the rector gloomily.
"What do you mean?" Mrs. Dale asked quickly, for his tone did not escape her.
Then he told her the whole story. There was a moment"s silence when he had finished. At last Mrs. Dale said violently, "Well!" and again, "Well!" After that she rose, and brushing the clippings of paper from her black silk ap.r.o.n, she said, "We will go and talk this over in the parlor, Archibald."
The rector followed her, miserably. Though he had a clear conscience, in that he had treated the ridiculous affair with the utmost severity, and had done all he could to make Helen return to her husband, he yet trembled as he thought how his sister would reproach him. ("Though I can"t help it!" he said to himself. "Heaven knows I used every argument short of force. I couldn"t compel a reluctant wife to return to an unwilling husband, especially when she thinks the husband is all right.") "You see, she approves of Ward," he groaned.
Mrs. Dale sat down, but the rector walked nervously about, jingling some keys in his pocket.
"It is very distressing," he said.
"Distressing?" cried Mrs. Dale. "It is worse than distressing. It is disgraceful, that"s what it is,--disgraceful! What will Deborah Woodhouse say, and the Draytons? I tell you, Archibald, it must be put a stop to, at once!"
"That is very easy to say," began Dr. Howe.
"It is very easy to do, if there"s a grain of sense in your family. Just send your niece"--
"She"s your niece, too, Adele," he interrupted.
But Mrs. Dale did not pause--"back to her husband. You ought to have taken her yesterday morning. It is probably all over Ashurst by this time!"
"But you forget," objected Dr. Howe, "he won"t let her come; you can"t change his views by saying Helen must go back."
"But what does it matter to her what his views are?" said Mrs. Dale.
"It matters to him what her views are," answered Dr. Howe despondently.
Somehow, since he had begun to talk to his sister, he had grown almost as hopeless as Helen.
"Then Helen must change her views," Mrs. Dale said promptly. "I have no patience with women who set up their own Ebenezers. A woman should be in subjection to her own husband, I say,--and so does St. Paul. In my young days we were taught to love, honor, and obey. Helen needs to be reminded of her duty, and I"ll see that she is."
"Well, I wish you success," said the rector grimly.
"And I"ll have it!" Mrs. Dale retorted.
"But you don"t take into consideration," Dr. Howe said, "that Helen will not say one thing when she thinks another. How can you change a person"s belief? I have been all over it, Adele. It is perfectly useless!"
The brother and sister looked at each other a moment silently; then Mrs.
Dale said, "Well, if you ask my advice"--
"I didn"t; there"s no use. Helen will be her own adviser, you can depend upon that. I only just wanted you to know the facts. No outsider can direct the affairs of a man and woman who are entirely determined."
"I am not an outsider," returned Mrs. Dale, "though you can call yourself one, if you choose. And I am going to give you advice, and I hope you"ll be sensible enough to take it. You have just got to go and see this Mr.
Ward, and tell him he must take Helen back; tell him we cannot have such things in our family. A wife separated from her husband,--why, good gracious, just think of it, Archibald!"