"Thank you a thousand times! I will certainly give her your message.
What a blessing that new cambric is finished! Cyril will be so pleased when I tell him about your kindness. He worries dreadfully about Mollie sometimes: he says her education is so desultory; but I tell him he cannot alter his mother"s nature. I never was methodical; it drives me crazy to do things by rule. Mollie sometimes says to me: "Mamma, I do so wish I had a fixed hour for lessons, that I knew exactly when you could read with me;" and my invariable answer is, "Good gracious, Mollie!
don"t you know me by this time? am I that sort of person?" I wish for my children"s sake that I were different; but they must just put up with me as I am. You can"t make a silk purse out of a sow"s ear."
"My dear Mrs. Blake, what an odd comparison!"
"Oh, it just came into my head, you know; it is rather strong, but it is very expressive. By the bye, I was going to ask you something. Have you any idea on which day your mother and sister intend to call on me?"
"I believe Geraldine said Tuesday or Wednesday; I really forget which--Wednesday, I think."
"But it might be Tuesday. Thanks. I would not willingly be out, so I will keep in those two days. Now, I positively must not keep you standing under this hedge any longer; but I feel all the better for this nice little talk." And after a few more parting words Mrs. Blake went on her way, and Audrey unlocked the gate of Mrs. Williams" cottage.
The short interview with Mrs. Blake had been satisfactory; her request had been granted without demur or difficulty. Mrs. Blake had shown herself in a sensible light. Audrey"s benevolence had now a new object; she would spare no pains or trouble with this poor neglected child. To meditate fresh acts of kindness always stirred Audrey"s pulses as though she had imbibed new wine. Her sympathetic temperament felt warmed, vivified, exhilarated, as she stooped to enter the low room where Rhoda Williams was expecting her.
Audrey looked forward rather anxiously to her mother and Geraldine"s visit. She watched them set out with secret perturbation. They were to call at one or two places besides, but Mrs. Ross a.s.sured her very seriously that they would be back to tea; and as Geraldine seemed to consider this as a matter of course, Audrey got over her own business as soon as possible, so as to be back at Woodcote at the same time.
Michael had gone up to town for two or three days, and was not expected home until Monday. Dr. Ross rarely made his appearance in his wife"s drawing-room until late in the evening, and, as no casual visitors dropped in, Audrey would be able to cross-examine them to her heart"s content. But she knew her mother well enough to be sure that no questions would be needed. Even if Geraldine were inclined to be reserved, to keep her opinions for her husband"s ear, Mrs. Ross would be sure to discourse very readily on her own and Geraldine"s doings.
"Well, my dear," she said in her cheery way, as she entered the room, "here we are, as punctual as possible, and quite ready for a nice cup of tea. Of course Mrs. Fortescue was out--she always is--and Mrs. Cardell was just going out, so we would not detain her; and Mrs. Charrington had her room full of visitors, so we would not stay long there."
"Of course, as Lady Mountjoy was there, no one else had a chance of getting a word with Mrs. Charrington," observed Geraldine, with rather a discontented air.
"My love, I am sure Mrs. Charrington was as nice as possible to you; you know what a favourite you are with her. But a person like Lady Mountjoy is always so embarra.s.sing to a hostess. She is so very big, Audrey, and seems to take up so much more room than other people; and, then, she is such a talker!"
"So she is, mother. I don"t wonder poor Mrs. Charrington found herself unable to talk to Gage."
"No; so we did not stay long. What was the use? Well, my dear, I daresay you wonder how we got on at the Gray Cottage? We had a very pleasant visit, on the whole--an exceedingly pleasant visit."
Audrey"s face brightened; this was better than she expected.
"Mrs. Blake was in. I think, from her manner, that she was expecting us."
"Yes; certainly we were expected," put in Geraldine, in rather a decided voice.
"She was in the drawing-room, and everything was as nice as possible; and the old servant is very respectable-looking. Mrs. Blake was doing some lovely embroidery in a frame. How exquisitely she works, Audrey!
and she selects her own shades, too. That dear little Mollie was reading to her--French history, I think. They did look so comfortable! You are certainly right, my dear: Mrs. Blake is a most charming woman; she has very taking manners, and is altogether so bright and expressive."
"She is certainly very handsome," observed Geraldine--"a most striking-looking person, as Edith says. Mother and I agreed that her son is very like her; but, for my own part, I prefer Mr. Blake"s quiet manners."
"But you like her, Gage?" and Audrey looked a little anxiously at her sister.
"I am not quite sure," was the cautious answer. "Mother liked her; but, then, mother likes everyone. She was friendly and pleasant--pointedly so; but, in my opinion, she is too impulsive, too outspoken altogether.
It is not quite good form. A grown-up person should have more reticence.
To me, Mrs. Blake is wanting in dignity."
"I think you are rather severe on her, Gage. You and Mrs. Blake are very different people."
"You need not tell me that. Mrs. Blake and I are at the antipodes as far as temperament and sympathy are concerned. You are very impulsive yourself, Audrey, and often speak without thought; but I do not think you are quite so outspoken as Mrs. Blake."
"Well, perhaps not."
"It was so unnecessary for her to tell mother, for example, that she was too poor to indulge her social tastes, and that she hoped her Rutherford neighbours would be very sparing of their invitations. It was not as though we had led up to it. Nothing of the sort had been said to prompt such an extraordinary statement. I am sure Percival would have called that bad form."
"How I do hate that expression!" exclaimed Audrey, rather pettishly. She thought Geraldine more than usually trying this afternoon.
"Still, I am sure you would have agreed with me that it was most uncalled for. Mother was quite taken aback for a moment. She told me so afterwards--did you not, mother?"
"Yes, dear; and, of course, it put me in a difficult position. I am sure I do not know what we were talking about, Audrey. I think I was saying something about Rutherford being a sociable little place."
"Yes; and then she interrupted you, mother, and said, in an abrupt sort of way, that its sociability would matter very little to her, for, dearly as she loved gaiety, she could not afford to indulge in it. "So I hope no kind neighbours will ask me to dinner, or to any kind of evening entertainment, for I should be obliged to refuse." Now, do you call that quite in good taste, Audrey?"
"I think that it was, at any rate, very honest. I can see none of that pretentiousness that Edith Bryce led us to expect."
"I don"t know," rather doubtfully. "Mrs. Blake is certainly not a humble person; she thinks a great deal of herself. At times her manner was almost patronising. She talks a great deal too much about her son. Of course she has a right to be proud of him; but it was a pity to be quite so gushing."
"It is useless to talk to you, Gage," returned Audrey impatiently.
"Edith Bryce has prejudiced you too much. You are judging Mrs. Blake very unfairly."
"I hope not. I do not wish to be unfair to anyone; but I must own that I am sorry that you have such an infatuation for her."
"I don"t know about that; but I am certainly very much interested in the whole family."
"Yes; and I could not help observing to mother that I thought it a great pity. They evidently look upon you as a close friend. It was "dear Miss Ross" every minute from one or other of them."
"Audrey has been so good to them, you see," returned Mrs. Ross, whose soft heart had been much touched by her daughter"s praises. "I am quite sure, Geraldine, that Mrs. Blake meant every word she said; there were tears in her eyes once when she mentioned how unused they were to such kindness. Audrey, my dear, I have asked Mrs. Blake to waive ceremony and come to us on Monday, and I a.s.sure you she was quite pleased. She said it was such a treat to her to watch tennis, and that she loved to see her son play. And now, of course, we must ask Mr. Blake."
"Oh yes, I suppose so." Audrey spoke with studied indifference. "It is a pity you are engaged"--turning to her sister--"for we shall have quite a large party."
"Yes, I am thoroughly vexed about it," returned Geraldine, "for Mrs.
Charrington is coming too. I wish Mrs. Sheppard would not always fix Monday;" and then, after a little more talk about the arrangements for the tennis-party, she took her leave--Audrey, as usual, accompanying her to the gate.
"I suppose Michael will be back for it?" was her parting question.
Audrey supposed so too, but she was not quite certain of Michael"s movements. He had said something about his intention of coming back on Monday, but he might alter his mind before that. Michael had not seemed quite like himself the day before he went to town; she was sure something had hara.s.sed him. Geraldine hoped fervently that this was not the case; she never liked dear old Michael to be troubled about anything. And then the two sisters kissed each other very affectionately. Audrey always forgave Geraldine her little vexing proprieties and tiresome habit of managing everyone when she felt her loving kiss on her cheek.
"After all, there are only we two," she thought, as she walked back to the house. "I must not magnify Gage"s little faults, for she is a dear woman."
And Geraldine"s thoughts were quite as affectionate.
"I hope I have not vexed her too much about this new _protegee_ of hers," she said to herself, "but one cannot pretend to like a person.
Audrey is a darling, and I would not hurt her for the world. After all, she is a much better Christian than I am;" and then she had a long, comfortable talk with her husband, in which she indemnified herself for any previous restraint.
"It is so nice to be able to tell you everything, Percy dear!" she exclaimed, as the dressing gong warned her to close the conversation.
"That is the good of having a husband," he replied, as he put his books together and prepared to follow her.
Michael did not return in time for the tennis-party, but Audrey could only give him a regretful thought--so many people were coming that her hands were quite full. She was busy until luncheon time, and Geraldine good-naturedly came down from Hillside to offer her help, and had to submit to an anxious lecture from her mother on her imprudence in coming out in the heat. Audrey had scarcely time to change her dress before the first guest arrived. Mrs. Blake came early; her son was still engaged with his scholastic duties, and would make his appearance later; but he had not allowed her to wait for him. Audrey saw her coming through the gate, and went at once to meet her.
"Well, Miss Ross, I am making my debut," she said gaily; "have I come too early? Do tell me which is the schoolroom window; I want to know where my boy sits; he said he should look out for me."