However, she went, while Magdalen succeeded in saying what she had intended--that Hubert must not consider himself in the smallest degree bound by what had been accident, entirely unintentional and innocent.
"You are generous, Miss Prescott. You understand! But the world!
It was public."
"Never mind the world. You see what sensible people think."
"But, indeed, Miss Prescott, I cannot leave you to suppose I am only actuated by the fact of that awkward situation. Of course that would never have been if I did not deeply, entirely love your sister. It has only precipitated matters. I entreat of you to give her to me, as one who is--who is devoted to her! If my station is inferior I will work--"
"That is not the point. Vera is too young for such things. What does your father say?"
"My father sees that I am right."
"I see what that means," said Magdalen, smiling. "But where is he?
I should like to talk to him."
Mr. Delrio, pretty well knowing what was going on, was found endeavouring to distract his mind by sketching the Goyle. He and Magdalen walked up and down the drive together, perfectly agreeing that it would be senseless cruelty to permit an early marriage between these two young people, and that it was a pity there should be an engagement; but this could hardly be prevented, since Mr.
Delrio could only give advice, and leave a self-supporting worthy son to judge for himself; but the elder sister and the trustee could stipulate for delay till Vera should be of age.
So Hubert was called, and acquiesced, cheerfully observing that he trusted that four years would make him able to render Vera"s life an easy and pleasant one; and after heartily thanking both Miss Prescott and his father, he went off to rejoice the heart of the maiden, who was sitting under the pear-tree, watching with anxious eyes.
CHAPTER XV--BROODS ASTRAY
"But ill for him who, bettering not with time, Corrupts the strength of Heaven-descended will, And ever weaker grows through acted crime, Or seeming genial venial fault."
- TENNYSON.
"Man Friday hope piccaniny live well--bring her buckra fish from sea!" Such was the greeting from Lord Rotherwood to Thekla when the whole party walked over in time for tea on the lawn, before church at Clipstone, as he presented her with a facsimile oyster which he had hunted up in a sweet shop, making an absurd bow and sc.r.a.pe.
Poor Thekla coloured, and mumbled a shy, "Thank you, my--my--" having had a lecture from Vera on treating a marquis with over familiarity and it was left to Primrose to ask where Friday learnt n.i.g.g.e.r language. "By nature, Missy buckra," he responded; "all same n.i.g.g.e.r everywhere." And he repeated his bow so drolly that Primrose"s laugh carried Thekla"s along with it, as Lady Phyllis walked up with, "Come, father, you are wanted to congratulate."
"Eh! Am I? So they have perpetrated it, have they? More"s the pity is what I should say in the Palace of Truth; but the maiden has landed a better fish than she knows--that is, if she have landed him."
"There! take care, don"t be tiresome, Papa!" admonished Lady Phyllis, drawing him on, when he met Vera with a courtly manner, and, "I hope I see you recovered, Miss Prescott, and able to rejoice in the pleasant consequences of your adventure."
Vera blushed, and looked very pretty and modest, making not much answer as she retreated among her contemporaries to show them her ring, a hoop of pearls, which Wilfred insisted were Roman pearls, fishes" eyes, most appropriate; but Flapsy felt immeasurably older than Wilfred to-day, and able to despise his teasing, though Hubert Delrio was not present, and indeed Wilfred was not disposed to bestow much of his attention upon her, having much more inclination to beset his cousin, Lady Phyllis, who surely ought to perceive that he had attained at least the same height as his brother Jasper, and could, in his absence, pose as the young man of the household.
Phyllis had not much to say to him, nor after the first to Vera, though she duly admired the ring so exultantly shown, and accepted the a.s.surance that Hubert was the dearest fellow in the world. But there was no getting any condolence out of her upon the misery of having to wait four whole years. She said, "It was a very good thing! There was her cousin Gillian, who had insisted on waiting three years to finish her education."
"Oh, but dear Hubert likes me as I am," simpered Vera.
"You might wish that he should find more in you to like. Gillian,"
said Phyllis, coming up to her and Agatha, "I want you to a.s.sure Vera that four years is not such a great trial in waiting."
"It is what I have been trying to persuade her," said Agatha; "she is hardly seventeen."
"And I would not have been married at seventeen for anything," said Gillian to the pouting Vera. "I want to be more worth having."
Vera did not like it, she had heard the like at home, and she fell back upon Valetta, while the others walked on. "Poor little Flapsy!"
said Agatha, "I do hope this engagement may make more of a woman of her."
"My father was very much struck by Mr. Delrio," said Phyllis, "both as artist and personally."
"You must be glad of the time for putting her up to his level," said Gillian.
"Do you think such things are to be done?" asked Agatha.
"Yes," said Phyllis stoutly. "You may not make her able to be a Senior Wrangler--(Oh you are Oxford!)--or capable of it, like this Gillyflower; but you can get the stuff into her that makes a sound sensible wife."
Gillian caught a little hopeless sigh of "CAN," and answered it with, "When all this effervescence is blown off, then will be the time for working at the substance, and she may be all the better wife-- especially for the artist temperament, if she is of the homely sort."
"How angry she would be if she heard you say so!" returned Agatha.
"Yet certainly I do feel relieved that wifehood is to be my poor Flapsy"s portion, for she is not of the sort that can stand alone and make her own way."
"There will always be plenty of such women in the world," said Gillian.
"So much the better for the world," retorted Phyllis, who had never shown any symptoms of exclusive devotion to any one of the other s.e.x, except her father.
One thing Agatha wanted to know, and dared not ask, namely, what impression Vera had made in the Kittiwake and what Hubert had said about her; for she and Paula had begun to remark that, lover as he was, not a word about her heroism had escaped him. And it was as well that she did not hear what the extra plain spoken Primrose did not spare the boasting Thekla. "Cousin Rotherwood and Fly both say they can"t think how Mr. Delrio got on with such a silly little hysterical goose upon his hands; and that it is a foolish romantic unlucky notion that he ought to be engaged to her. I think Mamma will tell Miss Prescott so."
The Kittiwake, having arrived three days later than had been expected, there had been an amount of revolution in the general arrangements. The break up of the High School was to be on an early day of the next week. It had become a much more extensive and public matter than in the days of Valetta and Maura, though these were not so very long ago, and there was a great day of exhibitions and speeches to the parents and neighbourhood generally. Two ladies had been secured for the purpose, Elizabeth Merrifield and Miss Arthuret, and the former arrived on the Sat.u.r.day afternoon, but as the Rotherwood party almost overflowed Clipstone, she was transferred to Miss Mohun.
After the death of their parents, about three years previously, Susan and Elizabeth had gone to live at Coalham, and to be useful to their brother David"s parish; Susan betaking herself to the poor, and Bessie finding herself specially available in the various forms of improvement undertaken by ladies in modern days. To her own surprise, and her sister"s discomfiture, her talent as a public speaker had become developed. With a little a.s.sistance from her sister-in-law Agnes"s unwilling stage experience, and entreaties, not easily to be withstood, came from various quarters that she would come and advocate the good cause.
Of course she was ever welcome at Clipstone, and she walked up thither with General Mohun, arriving just after the others from the Goyle; and in the general confusion of greetings, and the Babel of cousinly tongues, there were no introductions nor naming of names.
Bessie declared herself delighted with the chance of seeing Lady Ivinghoe, whom she considered more to realise the beauty of women than any one she had hitherto beheld, and the fair face had not lost its simplicity, but rather gained in loveliness by the sweetness of early motherhood, as she and Phyllis sat by Mysie, regaling her with tales of what they regarded as the remarkable precocity of the infant Claude, reluctantly left to his grandmother.
"But where"s Dolores?" asked Bessie. "I miss her among the swarm of mice!"
"Dolores is at Vale Leston," answered Gillian. "She has been a long time making up her mind to go there, to Gerald"s home; and now she is there, they will not let her go till some birthday is over."
"Uncle Felix"s!" whispered Franceska to Mysie. "You know it was dear Gerald"s place. She had never seen it."
Another voice was now raised, asking, "What had become of Miss Arthuret?"
"She only comes down on Monday," said Bessie. "Just in time for the meeting. She is too valuable to come for more than one meeting."
"But who is she?"
"Arthurine Arthuret? She is a girl, or rather woman, who has some property at Stokesley. In fact, she is one of those magnets that seem to attract inheritance without effort--like the Hapsburgs, though happily she makes a most beneficent, though, sometimes, original use of them."
"Is not that very dangerous?" said Aunt Lily.
"The first came to her early, and coming into it very young, and overflowing with new ideas, she began rather grotesquely; but she has tamed down a good deal since, and really has done an immense deal of good in finding employment for people, making improvements and the like, though she is Sam"s pet aversion, a tremendous Liberal, almost a Socialist. They are so like cat and dog that Susan and I were really glad to be away from Stokesley, especially at election times; but altogether she is an admirable person."
Lady Merrifield thought she detected a start of Miss Prescott at the name Stokesley, and that her eyes looked anxiously at the speaker.