"Vain, vain, Mr. Dillwyn!" said Mrs. Barclay. "_Tout la.s.se, tout ca.s.se, tout pa.s.se!_ don"t you know? Solomon said, I believe, that all was vanity. And he ought to know."
"But he didn"t know," said Lois quickly.
"Lois!" said Charity--"it"s in the Bible."
"I know it is in the Bible that he said so," Lois rejoined merrily.
"Was he not right, then?" Mr. Dillwyn asked.
"Perhaps," Lois answered, now gravely, "if you take simply his view."
"What was his view? Won"t you explain?"
"I suppose you ain"t going to set up to be wiser than Solomon, at this time of day," said Charity severely. But that stirred Lois"s merriment again.
"Explain, Miss Lois!" said Dillwyn.
"I am not Solomon, that I should preach," she said.
"You just said you knew better than he," said Charity. "How you should know better than the Bible, I don"t see. It"s news."
"Why, Charity, Solomon was not a good man."
"How came he to write proverbs, then?"
"At least he was not always a good man."
"That don"t hinder his knowing what was vanity, does it?"
"But, Lois!" said Mrs. Barclay. "Go back, and tell us your secret, if you have one. How was Solomon"s view mistaken? or what is yours?"
"These things were all given for our pleasure, Mrs. Barclay."
"But they die--and they go--and they fade," said Mrs. Barclay.
"You will not understand me," said Lois; "and yet it is true. If you are Christ"s--then, "all things are yours;... the world, or life, or _death_, or things present, or things to come: all are yours." There is no loss, but there comes more gain."
"I wish you"d let Mr. Dillwyn have some more oysters," said Charity; "and, Madge, do hand along Mrs. Barclay"s cup. You mustn"t talk, if you can"t eat at the same time. Lois ain"t Solomon yet, if she does preach.
You shut up, Lois, and mind your supper. My rule is, to enjoy things as I go along; and just now, it"s oysters."
"I will say for Lois," here put in Mrs. Barclay, "that she does exemplify her own principles. I never knew anybody with such a spring of perpetual enjoyment."
"She ain"t happier than the rest of us," said the elder sister.
"Not so happy as grandmother," added Madge. "At least, grandmother would say so. I don"t know."
CHAPTER x.x.xVIII.
BREAKING UP.
Mr. Dillwyn went away. Things returned to their normal condition at Shampuashuh, saving that for a while there was a great deal of talk about the Santa Clans doings and the princ.i.p.al actor in them, and no end of speculations as to his inducements and purposes to be served in taking so much trouble. For Shampuashuh people were shrewd, and did not believe, any more than King Lear, that anything could come of nothing.
That he was _not_ moved by general benevolence, poured out upon the school of the white church, was generally agreed. "What"s we to him?"
asked pertinently one of the old ladies; and vain efforts were made to ascertain Mr. Dillwyn"s denomination. "For all I kin make out, he hain"t got none," was the declaration of another matron. "I don"t b"lieve he"s no better than he should be." Which was ungrateful, and hardly justified Miss Charity"s prognostications of enduring fame; by which, of course, she meant good fame. Few had seen Mr. Dillwyn undisguised, so that they could give a report of him; but Mrs. Marx a.s.sured them he was "a real personable man; nice and plain, and takin"
no airs. She liked him first-rate."
"Who"s he after? Not one o" your gals?"
"Mercy, no! He, indeed! He"s one of the high-flyers; he won"t come to Shampuashuh to look for a wife. "Seems to me he"s made o" money; and he"s been everywhere; he"s fished for crocodiles in the Nile, and eaten his luncheon at the top of the Pyramids of Egypt, and sailed to the North Pole to be sure of cool lemonade in summer. _He_ won"t marry in Shampuashuh."
"What brings him here, then?"
"The spirit of restlessness, I should say. Those people that have been everywhere, you may notice, can"t stay nowhere. I always knew there was fools in the world, but I _didn"t_ know there was so many of "em as there be. He ain"t no fool neither, some ways; and that makes him a bigger fool in the end; only I don"t know why the fools should have all the money."
And so, after a little, the talk about this theme died out, and things settled down, not without some of the reaction Mr. Dillwyn had predicted; but they settled down, and all was as before in Shampuashuh.
Mr. Dillwyn did not come again to make a visit, or Mrs. Marx"s aroused vigilance would have found some ground for suspicion. There did come numerous presents of game and fruit from him, but they were sent to Mrs. Barclay, and could not be objected against, although they came in such quant.i.ties that the whole household had to combine to dispose of them. What would Philip do next?--Mrs. Barclay queried. As he had said, he could not go on with repeated visits to the house. Madge and Lois would not hear of being tempted to New York, paint the picture as bright as she would. Things were not ripe for any decided step on Mr.
Dillwyn"s part, and how should they become so? Mrs. Barclay could not see the way. She did for Philip what she could by writing to him, whether for his good or his harm she could not decide. She feared the latter. She told him, however, of the sweet, quiet life she was leading; of the reading she was doing with the two girls, and the whole family; of the progress Lois and Madge were making in singing and drawing and in various branches of study; of the walks in the fresh sea-breezes, and the cosy evenings with wood fires and the lamp; and she told him how they enjoyed his game, and what a comfort the oranges were to Mrs. Armadale.
This lasted through January, and then there came a change. Mrs.
Armadale was ill. There was no more question of visits, or of studies; and all sorts of enjoyments and occupations gave place to the one absorbing interest of watching and waiting upon the sick one. And then, that ceased too. Mrs. Armadale had caught cold, she had not strength to throw off disease; it took violent form, and in a few days ran its course. Very suddenly the little family found itself without its head.
There was nothing to grieve for, but their own loss. The long, weary earth-journey was done, and the traveller had taken up her abode where there is
"The rest begun, That Christ hath for his people won."
She had gone triumphantly. "Through G.o.d we shall do valiantly"--being her last--uttered words. Her children took them as a legacy, and felt rich. But they looked at her empty chair, and counted themselves poorer than ever before. Mrs. Barclay saw that the mourning was deep. Yet, with the reserved strength of New England natures, it made no noise, and scarce any show.
Mrs. Barclay lived much alone those first days. She would gladly have talked to somebody; she wanted to know about the affairs of the little family, but saw no one to talk to. Until, two or three days after the funeral, coming home one afternoon from a walk in the cold, she found her fire had died out; and she went into the next room to warm herself.
There she saw none of the usual inmates. Mrs. Armadale"s chair stood on one side the fire, unoccupied, and on the other side stood uncle Tim Hotchkiss.
"How do you do, Mr. Hotchkiss? May I come and warm myself? I have been out, and I am half-frozen."
"I guess you"re welcome to most anything in this house, ma"am,--and fire we wouldn"t grudge to anybody. Sit down, ma"am;" and he set a chair for her. "It"s pretty tight weather."
"We had nothing like this last winter," said Mrs. Barclay, shivering.
"We expect to hev one or two snaps in the course of the winter," said Mr. Hotchkiss. "Shampuashuh ain"t what you call a cold place; but we expect to see them two snaps. It comes seasonable this time. I"d rayther hev it now than in March. My sister--that"s gone,--she could always tell you how the weather was goin" to be. I"ve never seen no one like her for that."
"Nor for some other things," said Mrs. Barclay. "It is a sad change to feel her place empty."