"John," said Sydney, as they were taking their last walk together as engaged people on the banks of their Avon, "There"s something I think I ought to tell you."
"Well, my dearest."
"Don"t they say that there ought not to be any shadow of concealment of the least little liking for any one else, when one is going to be married," quoth Sydney, not over lucidly.
"I"m sure I can safely acquit myself of any such shadow," said John, laughing. "I never had the least little liking for anybody but Mother Carey, and that wasn"t a least little one at all!"
"Well, John, I"m very much ashamed of it, because he didn"t care for me, as it turned out; but if he had, as I once thought, I should have liked him," said Sydney, looking down, and speaking with great confusion out of the depths of her conscience, stirred up by much "Advice to Brides,"
and Sunday novels, all turning on the lady"s error in hiding her first love; and then perhaps because the effect on John was less startling than she had expected, she added with another effort, "It was Lucas Brownlow."
"Jock!" cried John. "The dear fellow!"
"Yes--I did think it, when he was in the Guards, and always about with Cecil. It was very silly of me, for he did not care one fraction."
"Why do you think so?" said John hoa.r.s.ely.
"Well, I know better now, but when he made up his mind to leave the army, I fancied it was no better than being a recreant knight, and I begged and prayed him to go out with Sir Philip Cameron, and as near as I dared told him it was for my sake. But he went on all the same, and then I was quite sure he did not care, and saw what a goose I had made of myself. Oh! Johnny, it has been very hard to tell you, but I thought I ought, and I hope you"ll never think of it more, for Lucas just despised my foolish forwardness, and you know you have every bit of my heart and soul. What is the matter, John? Oh! have I done harm, when I meant to do right?"
"No, no, my darling, don"t be startled. But do you mean that you really thought Jock"s disregard of your entreaties came from indifference?"
"It was all one mixture of pain and anger," said Sydney. "I can"t define it. I thought it was one"s duty to lead a man to be courageous and defend his country, and of course he thought me such a fool. Why, he has never really talked to me since!"
"And you thought it was indifference," again repeated John, with an iteration worthy of his father.
"O John, you frighten me. Wasn"t it? Did you know this before?"
"No, most certainly not. I did know thus much, that in giving up the army Jock had given up his dearest hopes; but I thought it was some fine fashionable lady, whom he was well rid of, though he didn"t know it.
And he never said a word to betray it, even when I came home brimful and overflowing with happiness. And you know it was his doing that my way has been smoothed. Oh! Sydney, I don"t know how to look at it!"
"But indeed, John dear, I couldn"t help loving you best. You saved me, you know, and I feel to fit in, and understand you best. I can"t be sorry as it has turned out."
"That"s very well," said John, trying to laugh, "for you couldn"t be transferred back to him, like a bale of goods. And I could not have helped loving you; but that I should have been a robber, Jock"s worst enemy!"
"I can"t be sorry you did not guess it," said Sydney. "Then I never should have had you, and somehow--"
"And you thought him wanting in courage," recurred John.
"Only when I was wild and silly, talking out of the "Traveller"s Joy."
It was hearing about his going into that dreadful place that stirred it all up in my mind, because I saw what a hero he is."
"G.o.d grant he may come safe out of it!" said John. "I"ll tell you what, Sydney, though, it is a shame, when I am the gainer: I think your romance went astray; more faith and patience would have waited to see the real hero come out, and so you have missed him and got the ordinary, jog-trot, commonplace fellow instead."
"Ah! but love must be at the bottom of faith and patience," said Sydney, "and that was scared away by shame at my own forwardness and foolishness. And now it is all gone to the jog-trot! I want no better hero!"
"What a confession for the maiden of the twelfth century!"
"I"m very glad you don"t feel moved to start off to the yellow fever."
"Do you know, Sydney, I do not know what I don"t feel moved to sometimes, I cannot understand this silence!"
"But you said the telegram that he was mending was almost better than if he had never been ill at all."
"So I thought then; but why do we not hear, if all is well with them?"
Three weeks since, a telegram had been received by Allen, containing the words, "Janet died at 2.30 A.M. Lucas mending."
It had been resolved not to put off the wedding, as much inconvenience would have been caused, and poor Janet was only cousin to John, and had been removed from all family interests so long, even Mrs. Robert Brownlow saw no impropriety, since Barbara went to Belforest for a fortnight, returning to Mrs. Evelyn on the afternoon of the wedding-day itself to a.s.sist in her move to the Dower House. Esther, who had never professed to wish for a hero, had been so much disturbed by the recent alarms of war, that she was only anxious that her guardsman should safely sell out in the interval of peace; and he had begun to care enough about the occupations at Fordham to wish to be free to make it his chief dwelling-place.
The wedding was as quiet as possible. Sydney was disappointed of the only bridesmaid she cared much about, and Barbara felt a kind of relief in not having a second time to a.s.sist at the destruction of a brother"s hopes. She was very glad to get back to Fordham, reporting that Allen and Elvira were so devotedly in love that a third person was very much de trop; though they had been very kind, and Elvira had mourned poor Janet with real grat.i.tude and affection. Still they did not take half so much alarm at the silence as she did, and she was relieved to be with the Evelyns, who were becoming very anxious. The bridegroom and bride could not bear to go out of reach of intelligence, and had limited their tour to the nearest place on the coast, where they could hear by half a day"s post.
No news had come except that seven American papers had been forwarded to Barbara, giving brief accounts of the pestilence in the southern cities.
The numbers of deaths in Abville were sensibly decreased, one of these papers said. The arrival of an English physician, Dr. Lucas Brownlow, and his sister had been noticed, and also that the sister had succ.u.mbed to the disease, but that he was recovering. These were all, however, only up to the date of the telegram, and the sole shadow of encouragement was in the a.s.surances that any really fatal news would have been telegraphed. Mrs. Evelyn and Barbara were very loving companions during this time. Together they looked over those personal properties of Duke"s which rather belonged to his mother than his heir.
Mrs. Evelyn gave Barbara several which had special a.s.sociations for her, and together they read over his papers and letters, laughing tenderly over those that awoke droll remembrances, and perfectly entering into one another"s sympathies.
"Yet, my dear," said Mrs. Evelyn, "I do not know whether I ought to let you dwell on this: you are too young to be looking back on a grave when all life is before you."
"Nay," said Babie, "it was he that showed me how to look right on through life! You cannot tell how delightful it is to me to be brought near to him again, now I can understand him so much better than ever I did when he was here."
"Yet it was always his fear that he might sadden your life."
"Sadden? oh no! It was he who put life into my hands, as something worth using," said Babie. "Don"t you know it is the great glory and quiet secret treasure of my heart, that, as Jock said that first night, I have that love not for time but eternity."
And their thoughts could not but go back to the travellers in America, and all the possibilities, for were not whole families swept off by the disease, without power of communication?
However, at last, four days after the wedding, Barbara received a letter.
"Ashton Vineyard, Virginia.
September 30th.
"MY DEAREST BABIE,--I have left you too long without tidings, but I have had little time, and no heart to write, and I could not bear to send such news without details. Of the ten terrible days at Abville I may, if I can, tell you when we meet. I was in a sort of country house a little above the valley of the shadow of death, preparing supplies, and keeping beds ready for any of the exhausted workers who could s.n.a.t.c.h a rest in the air of the hill. I scarcely saw my poor Janet. She had made out that her husband had been one of the first victims, before she even guessed at his being there. She only came once to tell me this, and they would not even allow me to come down to the Church, where all the clergy, doctors and sisters who could, used to meet, every morning and evening.
"On the tenth day she brought home Jock, smitten down after incessant exertion. Everyone allows that he saved more cases than anyone, though he says it was the abatement of the disease. Janet declares that his was a slight attack. If that was slight! She attended to him for two days, then told me the crisis was past and that he would live, and almost at the same time her strength failed her. The last thing she said consciously to me was, "Don"t waste time on me. I know these symptoms.
Attend to Jock. That is of use. Only forgive and pray for me." Very soon she was insensible, and was gone before twenty-four hours were over. The sister whom they spared to help me, said she was too much worn out to struggle and suffer like most, indeed as Jock had done.
"That Sister Dorothea, a true divine gift, a sweet and fair vision of peace, is a Miss Ashton, a Virginian. She broke down, not with the disease, only fatigue, and I gave her such care as I could spare from my dear boy. When her father, General Ashton, came to take her home, he kindly insisted on likewise carrying us off to his beautiful home, on a lovely hillside, where we trusted Jock"s strength would be restored quickly. But perhaps we were too impatient, for the journey was far too much for him. He fainted several times, and the last miles were pa.s.sed in an unconscious state. There has come back on him the intermittent fever which often succeeds the disease; and what is more alarming is the faintness, oppression, and difficulty of breathing, which he believes to be connected with the slight affection of heart remaining from his rheumatic fever at Schwarenbach. Then it is very difficult to give him nourishment except disguised with ice, and he is altogether fearfully ill. I send such an account of the case as I can get for John or Dr.
Medlicott to see. How I long for our kind home friends. This place is unhappily very far from everywhere, a lone village in the hills; the nearest doctor twelve miles off. The Ashtons think highly of him; but he is old, and I can"t say that I have any confidence in his treatment.
Jock allows that he should do otherwise, but he says he has no vigour or connection of ideas to be fit to treat himself consistently, and that he should only do harm by interfering with Dr. Vanbro; indeed I fear he thinks that it does not make much difference. If patience and calmness can bring him through, he would live, but my dear Babie, I greatly dread that I shall not bring him back to the home he made so bright. He seldom rouses into talking much, but lies pa.s.sive and half dozing when the feverish restlessness is not on him. He told me just now to send his love to you all, especially to the Monk and Sydney, with all dear good wishes to them both. No one can be kinder than the Ashtons; they are always trying to help in the nursing, and sending for everything that can be thought of for Jock. Sister Dorothea and Primrose are as good and loving as Sydney herself could be, and there is an excellent clergyman who comes in every day, and prays for my boy in Church. Ask them to do the same at Fordham, and at our own Churches. As long as I do not telegraph, remember that while there is life there is hope.
"Your loving Mother C."
This letter was sent on to John. Two days later a fly drove up to the Dower House, and Sydney walked into the drawing-room alone.
Where did she come from?
From Liverpool. John was gone to America.