"But this superfluous Mr. Scarlett comes first, eh?"
"I am afraid he does."
"Well," said the Bishop, with a sigh, "if you are so ungrateful as to marry to please yourself, instead of to please me, there is nothing more to be said. I will have a look at your Mr. Scarlett when he comes to tea. I suppose he will come to tea. I notice the most _farouche_ men do when they are engaged. It is the first step in the turning process. I shall, of course, bring an entirely unprejudiced mind to bear upon him, as I always make a point of doing, but I warn you beforehand I shan"t like him."
"Because he is not Mr. d.i.c.k."
"Well, yes; because he is not d.i.c.k. I suppose his name is Bertie."
"Not Bertie," said Rachel, indignantly, "Hugh."
"It"s a poor, inefficient kind of name, only four letters, and a duplicate at each end. I don"t think, my dear, he is worthy of you."
"d.i.c.k has only four letters."
"I make it a rule never to argue with women. Well, Rachel, I"m glad you have decided to marry. Heaven bless you, and may you be happy with this man. Ah! here comes Dr. Brown."
"Well!" said the Bishop and Rachel, simultaneously.
"She"s better," said the little doctor, angrily; he was always angry when he was anxious. "She"s round the first corner. But how to pull her round the next corner, that is what I"m thinking."
"Defer the next corner."
"We can"t now her mind is clear. She"s as sane as you or I are, and a good deal sharper. When she asks about her book she"ll have to be told."
"A lie would be quite justifiable under the circ.u.mstances."
"Of course, of course, but it would be useless. You might hoodwink her for a day or two, and then she would find out, first, that the _magnum opus_ is gone, and secondly, that you and Miss West, whom she does trust entirely at present, have deceived her. You know what she is when she thinks she is being deceived. She abused you well, my lord, until you reinstated yourself by producing Regie Gresley. But you can"t reinstate yourself a second time. You can"t produce the book."
"No," said the Bishop. "That is gone forever."
Rachel could not trust herself to speak. Perhaps she had realized more fully than even the Bishop had done what the loss of the book was to Hester, at least, what it would be when she knew it was gone.
"Tell her, and give her that if she becomes excitable," said Dr. Brown, producing a minute bottle out of a voluminous pocket. "And if you want me I shall be at Canon Wylde"s at five o"clock. I"ll look in anyhow before I go home."
Rachel and the Bishop stood a moment in silence after he was gone, and then Rachel took up the little bottle, read the directions carefully, and turned to go up-stairs.
The Bishop looked after her, but did not speak. He was sorry for her.
"You can go out till tea-time," said Rachel, to the nurse. "I will stay with Miss Gresley till then."
Hester was lying on a couch by the fire in a rose-colored wrapper. Her small face, set in its ruffle of soft lace, looked bright and eager. Her hair had been cut short, and she looked younger and more like Regie than ever.
Her thin hands lay contentedly in her lap. The princ.i.p.al bandages were gone. Only three fingers of the right hand were in a chrysalis state.
"I shall not be in too great a hurry to get well," she said to Rachel.
"If I do you will rush away to London and get married.
"Shall I?" Rachel set down the little bottle on the mantel-piece.
"When is Mr. Scarlett coming down?"
"He came down to-day."
"Then possibly he may call."
"Such things do happen."
"I should like to see him."
"In a day or two, perhaps."
"And I want to see dear d.i.c.k, too."
"He sent you his love. Mr. Pratt was here at luncheon yesterday, and he asked me who the old chap was who put on his clothes with a shoe-horn."
"How like him! Has he said anything more to the Bishop on the uses of swearing?"
"No. But the Bishop draws him on. He delights in him."
"Rachel, are you sure you have chosen the best man?"
"Quite sure--I mean I never had any choice in the matter. You see I love Hugh, and I"m only fond of Mr. d.i.c.k."
"I always liked Mr. Scarlett," said Hester. "I"ve known him ever since I came out, and that wasn"t yesterday. He is so gentle and refined, and one need not be on one"s guard in talking to him. He understands what one says, and he is charming looking."
"Of course, I think so."
"And this is the genuine thing, Rachel? Do you remember our talk last summer?"
Rachel was silent a moment.
"All I can say is," she said, brokenly, "that I thank G.o.d, day and night, that Mr. Tristram did not marry me--that I"m free to marry Hugh."
Hester"s uncrippled hand stole into Rachel"s.
"Everybody will think," said Rachel, "when they see the engagement in to-morrow"s papers that I give him everything because he is poor and his place involved, and of course I am horribly wealthy. But in reality it is I who am poor and he who is rich. He has given me a thousand times more than I could ever give him, because he has given me back the power of loving. It almost frightens me that I can care so much a second time.
I should not have thought it possible. But I seem to have got the hang of it now, as Mr. d.i.c.k would say. I wish you were down-stairs, Hester, as you will be in a day or two. You would be amused by the way he shocks Miss Keane. She asked if he had written anything on his travels, and he said he was on the point of bringing out a little book on "Cannibal Cookery," for the use of Colonials. He said some of the recipes were very simple. He began: "You take a hand and close it round a yam." But the Bishop stopped him."
The moment Rachel had said, "He is on the point of bringing out a book,"
her heart stood still. How could she have said such a thing? But apparently Hester took no notice.
"He must have been experimenting on my poor hand," she said. "I"m sure I never burned it like this myself."
"It will soon be better now."
"Oh! I don"t mind about it now that it doesn"t hurt all the time."