"But that does not, in one way, much signify," replied her mother. "Once Jacinth knows all about them she will feel as we do: your father and I do not know any of them personally. It is not as friends of ours that I would in any way plead their cause with their own near relation."
"No, of course not," said Frances. But still she did not seem satisfied.
"Jacinth has always been so afraid of vexing Lady Myrtle by seeming to interfere," she said. "And even Aunt Alison said it was better not."
"Very likely not. You are both too young to have it in your power to do anything. Still, I am sure you have lost no opportunity of speaking highly of the girls whom you _do_ think so highly of."
"Yes," said Frances, quietly. "I have done that. But somehow, mamma, I have vexed Ja.s.s about it several times. I shouldn"t like her to think I had "spoilt" your first evening, by beginning about the Harpers. That"s what she might say."
"I will give her no reason for being vexed with you, dear. I can understand her fear of vexing Lady Myrtle--I feel the same myself--and when I tell her, Jacinth, all about it, it will be in no way mixed up with you, Francie. She will only need to understand the whole thing thoroughly to agree with us."
And Frances fell asleep in happy confidence that "mamma" would put it all right. How delightful it was to have her at hand to lean upon!
But Mrs Mildmay had spoken rather more confidently about Jacinth than she quite felt. Frances"s words reminded her of the cold, unsympathising way in which her elder daughter had alluded in her letters to the Harpers; after knowing all that Frances had written to her mother.
"Jacinth is thoughtful and considerate beyond her years," thought she, "but I do trust she is no way selfish or calculating. Oh no, that is impossible. I must not be fanciful. Marmy warned me that I might find her self-contained and even self-opinionated, but that is very different from anything mean or selfish. It is sad, all the same, to know nothing of one"s own child for one"s self, at first hand. Whatever the poor Harpers" trials have been," she went on, as Frances had once said to Bessie, "at least they have been spared this terrible, unnatural separation."
And the thought brought back to her again the task that was before her on the morrow. She was not a little nervous about it. "But I must not delay," she said to herself. "If anything is to be done to help them in this present crisis, it must be at once. And I promised Mrs Lyle not to put off. I wonder when I shall have the best chance of a good talk with Lady Myrtle. Alison is coming over in the morning, she said. Naturally she is anxious to hear all about Frank. I wish it had not happened that I was obliged to begin upon a certainly _painful_, a possibly offensive topic with the dear old lady just at the very first! And when she is so very, very good to us!"
But Eugenia Mildmay was not the type of woman to shrink from what she believed to be an undoubted duty because it was painful to herself, or even to others.
"Dear little Frances," was almost her last waking thought, "I feel as if I already understood _her_ perfectly. And oh, I do hope I shall be wise and judicious with my Ja.s.sie too."
Every trace of fatigue had vanished from Mrs Mildmay"s bright face when they all met at breakfast the next morning; the "all" including Lady Myrtle, who had now begun again to come down early, since the fine mild weather had, for the time, dispelled her chronic bronchitis. She looked round the table with a beaming face.
"It is long since I have had such a party at breakfast," she said.
"Never before, I think, indeed, since I have been settled at Robin Redbreast, and that is a good while ago. To make it perfect we only want your husband, Eugenia, whom you know, I have never seen."
"Well, I hope it will not be very long before you do see him; and I can a.s.sure you he is very eager to see you, dear Lady Myrtle," replied Mrs Mildmay.
"_How_ like mamma is to Frances!" thought Jacinth. It struck her even more forcibly this morning than the day before.
"Is Colonel Mildmay dark or fair? Does he resemble his sister?" inquired the old lady.
Mrs Mildmay considered.
"No; I scarcely think so," she said. "And yet there is a family likeness. The odd thing is, as I was saying, that though Jacinth "takes after" my mother"s family so decidedly, yet she is more like the Mildmays than either Francie or Eugene."
"I don"t see it, I confess," said Lady Myrtle drily, and Mrs Mildmay caught for the first time a glimpse of the cold manner the old lady could a.s.sume if not altogether well pleased. But in less than an instant Lady Myrtle seemed herself to regret it. "I mean to say I see no resemblance in Jacinth to Miss Alison Mildmay. Of course I cannot judge as to her having any to her father."
"Papa has dark hair, like Ja.s.s," said Frances. "But he"s very nice-looking."
"The "but" doesn"t sound very complimentary to me, Francie," said Jacinth laughingly; and her mother, glancing at her, was struck by the wonderful charm of the smile that overspread her face.
"I wasn"t thinking of you that way," said Frances, bluntly. "I was thinking of Aunt Alison."
"Aunt Alison"s not pretty," said Eugene. "Her"s too--not smiley enough, not like mamma."
"Eugene!" said his mother. But Eugene did not seem at all snubbed.
"_a propos_ of Miss Alison Mildmay," said Lady Myrtle, "she is coming to see you to-day, is she not? She must be anxious to hear all about her brother."
"Yes," said Mrs Mildmay, "she will be coming quite early. Ja.s.sie told us you are often busy in the morning, so I thought that would be the best time for me to be with her."
"Jacinth knows all my ways," said Lady Myrtle with a smile of approval.
"Yes, that will do nicely; Miss Mildmay must stay to luncheon, and then you and I, Eugenia, can drive her back. Will you drive with me this afternoon? I always enjoy a talk in a carriage along our quiet roads."
"Thank you; that will be very pleasant," said Mrs Mildmay. And no one would have suspected the slight sinking of heart with which she said to herself that this would clearly be the best opportunity for what she had to lay before her kind hostess as to the poor Harpers.
"We begin school again on Monday," said Frances. "I do hope it will be fine till then. Ja.s.s, won"t you stay with Eugene and me this afternoon?
We do so want to get the house we are building finished so that we can have tea in it on Lady Myrtle"s birthday."
"Yes," Mrs Mildmay interposed quickly, "that will do very well, and to-morrow perhaps Ja.s.sie may drive with you, Lady Myrtle, and then I will invite myself to spend the afternoon with you two, shall I?"
Her quick tact, founded on sympathy, warned her of the possibility of the elder girl feeling herself thrown out of the place she had naturally come to feel as her own beside the old lady.
"And Lady Myrtle is so devoted to Jacinth too. She would miss her, even though she would not like to seem to prefer her to me," thought the mother; and the expression in the two faces rewarded her for her consideration.
Frances had her own ideas as to her mother"s intentions in connection with the proposed drive that afternoon. But she was already perfectly at rest in the delightful certainty that "mamma would know what was best to do." So, though deeply interested and in a sense anxious, she had no nervous misgiving as to the result of the effort which she felt sure was going to be made in behalf of her friends, and she spent the afternoon very happily with her sister and brother, working at the famous house they had been allowed to build in a corner of the garden. It was very interesting, and even Jacinth, in some ways less "grown-up" than she liked to fancy herself, found it very absorbing. By half-past four o"clock they had all worked so hard that they really began to be very tired and rather hot.
"I wish it was tea-time," said Jacinth. "We are all to have tea together while the holidays last. Lady Myrtle thought mamma would like it. And, of course, you and Eugene, Francie, will come in at the end of dinner as you did last night. I wonder why Lady Myrtle and mamma are so long. I suppose they"ve gone a long drive."
"They started rather late," said Frances. "Aunt Alison was talking to Lady Myrtle a good while after the carriage was at the door. But I wonder they"re not back by now. Don"t you think we"d better go in now and get tidy, so as to be quite ready when they come?"
They did so. But for once Frances was the more expeditious of the two.
When Mrs Mildmay entered her own room on returning from the drive, a little figure, unexceptionably neat as to hair and hands and garments, darted out from behind the window-curtains whence she had been watching the drive up to the house.
"Mamma, dear," she exclaimed, "don"t ring for Syme. Mayn"t I help you to take off your things for once? I do so want to ask you--you don"t mind, do you?--_have_ you been able to say anything to Lady Myrtle? I had a feeling that you meant to speak about it the very first chance you could."
Mrs Mildmay looked a little agitated.
"Francie, dear," she said, "I haven"t time to tell you about it just now. We must hurry down to tea. But I have done _something_, and I almost hope I have made a beginning towards more. All I can, all it would be right for me to tell you, I will. But I scarcely think I can do so to-day. Come to my room quite early to-morrow morning, half an hour or so before breakfast. As soon as we have had tea just now, I have promised to help--at least she puts it so--Lady Myrtle to write a rather difficult letter."
"Is it to the Harpers?" half whispered Frances.
Her mother nodded.
Frances gave a sort of skip of joy.
"Oh, mamma, how lovely!" she exclaimed. "How clever you are! I do believe everything"s going to come right."
"Don"t be too hopeful, dear. But at least their _present_ terrible difficulties will be a little smoothed, I trust.
And it was no use telling Frances not to be too hopeful. She seemed almost to dance as she followed her mother down-stairs, and the drawing-room at Robin Redbreast had rarely, if ever, heard brighter talk and merrier laughter than went on this afternoon round the tea-table, where Jacinth did the honours as if she were the recognised daughter of the house.
It went perhaps somewhat against the grain with her to be told, though in the kindest manner, that Lady Myrtle and Mrs Mildmay had some business letters to write in the boudoir, and must not be disturbed till post-time. But she was a sensible girl on the whole, and really glad to see the cordial understanding between her mother and the friend who seemed to her now by adoption almost a second mother. And she was without the slightest suspicion that the letters in question concerned the Harpers, of whom indeed for some time past she had almost left off thinking at all.
"Possibly it"s already something about the London appointment for papa,"
she thought. "Lady Myrtle is always so energetic and business-like. I daresay she would have _liked_ to consult me about it, but then it would scarcely have seemed right not to make mamma the first of course."