The blinds of a house closely drawn, the snow drifting against the windows outside, and somebody lying dead upstairs, cannot be called a lively state of things. Mrs. Lewis and her daughters, Julia and f.a.n.n.y Podd, sitting over the fire in the darkened dining-room at Maythorn Bank, were finding it just the contrary.
When Dr. Lewis, growing worse and worse during their sojourn at Lake"s boarding-house at Worcester the previous autumn, had one day plucked up courage to open his mind to his physician, telling him that he was pining for the quiet of his own little cottage home, and that the stir and racket at Lake"s was more than he could bear, Dr. Malden peremptorily told Mrs. Lewis that he must have his wish, _and go_. So she had to give in, and prepared to take him; though it went frightfully against the grain. That was in September, three months back; he had been getting weaker and more imbecile ever since, and now, just as Christmas was turned, he had sunk quietly away to his rest.
Anne, his loving, gentle daughter, had been his constant companion and attendant. He had not been so ill as to lie in bed, but a great deal had to be done for him, especially in the matter of amusing what poor remnant of mind was left. She read to him, she talked to him, she wrapped great-coats about him, and took him out to walk on sunshiny days in the open walk by the laurels. It was well for Anne that she was thus incessantly occupied, for it diverted her mind from the misery left there by the unwarrantable conduct of Mr. Angerstyne. When a girl"s lover proves faithless, to dwell upon him and lament him brings to her a sort of painful pleasure: but that negative indulgence was denied to Anne Lewis: Henry Angerstyne was the husband of another, and she might not, willingly, keep him in her thoughts. To forget him, as she strove to do, was a hard and bitter task: but the indignation she felt at the man"s deceit and cruel conduct was materially helping her. Once, since, she had seen his name in the _Times_: it was amongst the list of visitors staying at some n.o.bleman"s country-house. Henry Angerstyne.
And the thrill that pa.s.sed through her veins as the name caught her eye, the sudden stopping and then rushing violently onwards of her life"s blood, convinced her how little she had forgotten him.
"But I shall forget him in time," she said to herself, pressing her hand upon her wildly-beating heart. "In time, G.o.d helping me."
And from that moment she redoubled her care and thought for her father; and he died blessing her and her love for him.
Anne felt the loss keenly; though perhaps not quite so much so as she would have felt it had her later life been less full of suffering. It seemed to be but the last drop added to her cup of bitterness. She knew that to himself death was a release: he had ceased to find pleasure in life. And now she was left amidst strangers, or worse than strangers; she seemed not to have a friend to turn to in the wide world.
Dr. Lewis had died on Monday morning. This was Tuesday. Mrs. Lewis had been seeing people to-day and yesterday, giving her orders; but never once consulting Anne, or paying her the compliment to say, Would you like it to be this way, or that?
"How on earth any human being could have pitched upon this wretched out-of-the-world place, Crabb, to settle down in, puzzles me completely," suddenly exclaimed Mrs. Lewis, bending forward to stir the fire.
"He must have been a lunatic," acquiesced Julia, irreverently alluding to the poor man who was lying in the room above.
"Not a decent shop in the place! Not a dressmaker who can cut out a properly-fitting skirt! Be quiet, f.a.n.n.y: you need not _dance_."
"One does not know what to do," grumbled f.a.n.n.y, ceasing to shuffle, and returning to her seat. "But I should like to know, mamma, about our mourning."
"I think I shall go to Worcester to-day and order it," spoke up Mrs.
Lewis, briskly, after a pause. "Necessity has no law; and we cannot get proper things unless I do. Yes, we will go: I don"t mind the weather.
Julia, ring the bell."
Anne--poor Anne--came in to answer the bell. She had no choice: Sally was out on an errand.
"Just see that we have a tray in with the cold meat, Anne, at half-past twelve. We must go to Worcester about the mourning----"
"To Worcester!" involuntarily interrupted Anne, in her surprise.
"There"s no help for it, though of course it"s not the thing I would choose to do," said Mrs. Lewis, coldly. "One cannot provide proper things here: bonnets especially. I will get you a bonnet at the same time. And we must have a bit of something, hot and nice, for tea, when we come home."
"Very well," sighed Anne.
In the afternoon, Anne sat in the same room alone, busy over some black work, on which her tears dropped slowly. When it was growing dusk, Mr.
Coney and the young Rector of Timberdale came in together. Herbert Tanerton did not forget that his late stepfather and Dr. Lewis were half-brothers. Anne brushed away the signs of her tears, laid down her work, and stirred the fire into a blaze.
"Now, my la.s.s," said the farmer, in his plain, homely way, but he always meant kindly, "I"ve just heard that that stepmother of yours went off to Worcester to-day with those two dandified girls of hers, and so I thought I"d drop in while the coast was clear. I confess I don"t like her: and I say that somebody ought to look a bit to you and your interests."
"And I, coming over upon much the same errand, met Mr. Coney at the gate," added Herbert Tanerton, with a smile as near geniality as he ever gave. "I wish to express my deep regret for your loss, Miss Lewis, and to a.s.sure you of my true sympathy. You will think my visit a late one, but I had a--a service this afternoon." He would not say a funeral.
"You are both very, very kind," said Anne, her eyes again filling, "and I thank you for thinking of me. I feel isolated from all: this place at best is strange to me after my life"s home in France. It seems that I have not a friend in the world."
"Yes, you have," said the farmer; "and if my wife had not been staying with our sick daughter at Worcester, she"d have been in to tell you the same. My dear, you are just going, please, to make a friend of _me_. And you won"t think two or three questions, that I should like to put, impertinent, will you?"
"That I certainly will not," said Anne.
"Well, now, to begin with: Did your father make a will?"
"Oh yes. I hold it."
"And do you chance to know how the property is left?"
"To me. No name but my own is mentioned in it."
"Then you"ll be all right," said Mr. Coney. "I feared he might have been leaving somebody else some. You will have about two hundred and fifty pounds a-year; and that"s enough for a young girl. When your father first came over, he spoke to me of his income and his means."
"I--I fear the income will be somewhat diminished from what it was,"
hesitated Anne, turning red at having to confess so much, because it would tell against her stepmother. "My father has had to sell out a good deal lately, to entrench upon his capital. I think the trouble it gave him hastened his end."
"Sell out for what?" asked old Coney.
"For bills, and--and debts, that came upon him."
"Her bills? Her debts?"
Anne did not expressly answer, but old Coney caught up the truth, and nodded his head in wrath. He as good as knew it before.
"Well, child, I suppose you may reckon, at the worst, on a clear two hundred a-year, and you can live on that. Not keep house, perhaps; and it would be very lonely for you also. You will have to take up your abode with some pleasant family: many a one would be glad to have you."
"I should like to go back to France," sighed Anne, recalling the misery that England had brought her: first in her new stepmother, then in Mr.
Angerstyne, and now in her father"s death. "I have many dear friends in France who will take every care of me."
"Well, I don"t know," cried old Coney, with a blank look. "France may be very well for some people; but I"d almost as lieve go to the gallows as there. Don"t you like England?"
"I should like it well, if I--if I could be happy in it," she answered, turning red again at the thought of him who had marred her happiness.
"But, you see, I have no ties here."
"You must make ties, my la.s.s."
"How much of the income ought I to pay over yearly to Mrs. Lewis, do you think?" she questioned. "Half of it?"
"_Half!_ No!" burst forth old Coney, coughing down a strong word which had nearly slipped out. "You will give her none. _None._ A pretty idea of justice you must have, Anne Lewis."
"But it would be fair to give it her," argued Anne. "My father married her."
"Oh, did he, though! She married him. _I_ know. Other folks know.
You will give her none, my dear, and allow her none. She is a hard, scheming, deceitful brickbat of a woman. What made her lay hold of your poor weakened father, and play off upon him her wiles and her guiles, and marry him, right or wrong?" ran on old Coney, getting purple enough for apoplexy. "She did it for a home; she did it that she might get her back debts paid; that"s what. She has had her swing as long as his poor life lasted, and put you down as if you were a changeling; we have all seen _that_. Now that her short day"s over, she must go back again to her own ways and means. Ask the parson there what he thinks."
The parson, in his cold sententious way, that was so much more suited to an old bishop than a young rector, avowed that he thought with Mr. Coney. He could not see that Mrs. Lewis"s few months of marriage ent.i.tled her (all attendant circ.u.mstances being taken into consideration) to deprive Miss Lewis of any portion of her patrimony.
"You are sure you have got the will all tight and safe?" resumed Mr.
Coney. "I wouldn"t answer for her not stealing it. Ah, you may laugh, young la.s.sie, but I don"t like that woman. Miss Dinah Lake was talking to me a bit the other day; she don"t like her, either."
Anne was smiling at his vehement partisanship. She rose, unlocked a desk that stood on the side-table, and brought out a parchment, folded and sealed. It was subscribed, "Will of Thomas Lewis, M.D."
"Here it is," she said. "Papa had it drawn up by an English lawyer just before we left France. He gave it to me, as he was apt to mislay things himself, charging me to keep it safely."