"I"m not so sure of that," said Mrs Mildmay. "When I wrote to Mrs Lyle some time ago, I told her we were coming to Barmettle, but very likely she did not think of sending our address to her nieces, for they have not been in the habit of writing to you or Jacinth."
"No," Frances replied, rather incoherently, for she was already buried in her letter, "that"s what she says. "Aunt Flora"--is that Mrs Lyle, mamma?--"Aunt Flora told us you had gone to live up in the north. I am afraid it can"t be as bright and pretty there as at Thetford, but still it must be lovely to have your father and mother with you for always now. I think I can understand far better than ever what a very great trouble it must have been to you and your sister to be without them all those years, for oh, we did so miss father and mother when they were in London for six months, and then in Germany. They took Margaret with them to Germany, and it did her such a lot of good. I have wanted to write to you ever so often, and so has Camilla, but mother wasn"t quite sure how we could say what we wished. But now she has had another letter from Aunt Flora, and this has made her give me leave to write and tell you all our beautiful news. Just fancy, dear Francie, father is _almost_ quite well. Of course he will always be lame, but he counts that nothing, and it"s really not so bad nearly as it was. All he had done at the London hospital and then the German baths has turned out _so well_, and now to make it--the cure, I mean--quite lasting, we are _all_--though I write it, I can scarcely believe it--going abroad to some mild place for the winter. We have not quite fixed where; but we have let Hedge End till next May, and we shall start very soon. If you write to me, please address it to Hedge End. And now I want to say something that is rather difficult to say. What has made everything come right has been the goodness of father"s aunt, Lady Myrtle Goodacre. Just when we were almost in despair, and it seemed as if nothing _could_ save father, she sent mother a lot of money: she said it was a present, but _we_ all count it a loan. It was enough to do everything, and more than enough, and we can never, never thank her too much. But in our hearts we all feel sure that, though you kept exactly to what mother and Camilla asked, yet some of you, _somehow_, have been our good fairies. Perhaps it was your sister Jacinth, perhaps it was Mrs Mildmay; and I am sure, dear Francie, that if ever _you_ had a chance you spoke kindly of us; perhaps we shall never know exactly who did it, or how it was done, so wisely and carefully as it must have been. But oh, we _do_ thank you; if you could see the difference in everything about us now, how we are all as happy as the day"s long, _you_ would all feel happy just to see it.
Nearly every night, when we say our prayers, Margaret and I thank G.o.d for having sent you and Jacinth to be our school-fellows at Miss Scarlett"s, and for the wonderful way things have come right.""
Then followed a few details more interesting to Frances than of consequence in themselves, about the lessons Bessie and Margaret had been doing, and how well Camilla managed to teach them, and hopes that "some day" the former school-fellows might meet again; ending up with repet.i.tions of the grat.i.tude they felt _sure_ they owed to somebody, and "much love" from "your affectionate friend, Elizabeth Vandeleur Harper."
""Vandeleur" was Bessie"s mother"s name. She"s very proud of it," said Frances, gazing admiringly at the pretty writing. Then she looked up with glistening eyes. "Mamma, Ja.s.s, isn"t it _beautiful_? Isn"t it lovely to think they"re so much happier?"
Mrs Mildmay"s own face was nearly as bright as Francie"s.
"I cannot _tell_ you how glad and thankful I am," she said. And she took hold gently of Jacinth"s hand. "Doesn"t it seem to follow up what we were saying the other day after we had been at old Mrs Burton"s?" she whispered.
But Jacinth"s face looked pale, and her eyes had tears in them.
"Mamma," she said, "I suppose you thought I wouldn"t have been nice about it, but I think you might have told me that you did get Lady Myrtle to do something to help the Harpers. I can see that Francie knew about it, and it is horrid to be in a way _thanked_ by them, when--when I have really been more a sort of enemy to them than a friend."
Mrs Mildmay had started a little at Jacinth"s first words, for she had in fact forgotten, in the consciousness of increasing sympathy between her elder daughter and herself, how, at the time of her first appeal to Lady Myrtle, she had judged it wiser to say nothing about it to Jacinth.
And now to her candid and naturally confiding nature this reticence gave her almost a guilty feeling. But as Jacinth went on speaking, her mother realised that she had done wisely.
"Dear Ja.s.sie," she said quietly, "at that time I did think it better not to tell you that I had interfered. I wanted to avoid all possibilities of irritation till you got to know me better. And I did see that you were prejudiced to some extent. But now I feel quite differently about it, and I wish I had thought of telling you lately, though you must take my not having done so as a proof of my feeling at one with you. For till this minute I thought you did know. At least I forgot you did not. I will tell you exactly how it came about." And she did so, adding rather sadly, as she concluded, "And after all, dear, you see I was able to do very little. Lady Myrtle will _not_ think of them as her relations, and grateful though they are for this present help, of course it is not anything lasting; not what we would like to make sure of for their future."
"No," Jacinth agreed, "I understand how you mean. Still, it is a very good thing their father is so much better. I think they have a great deal to thank you for, mamma--you, and Francie too, in her way. I think they should know _I_ have not helped at all; it makes me feel almost--dishonest. If Francie writes to Bessie, couldn"t she say something?"
"Whatever she says about the matter at all must only be very slight and vague," said Mrs Mildmay. "And, Ja.s.sie dear, you _do_ feel kindly to them now?"
"I want to feel whatever"s right," Jacinth replied, and her tone was wonderfully humble.
"Then there is no need to enter into any explanations," said Mrs Mildmay. "It would only hurt poor Bessie if you made any sort of disclaimer of the friendliness they credit us all with. The only thing you could ever do might perhaps be"----She hesitated.
"What, mamma?" asked Jacinth.
"Some day," said her mother, "you _may_ have an opportunity of saying to Lady Myrtle that you think you were a little prejudiced against them."
"Yes," Jacinth agreed, "perhaps it would be right. For, you see, mamma, _she_ thought I avoided speaking of them because I did not want to annoy her, and I think I made myself believe that too. But now I see it wasn"t only that. It was partly a--I feel ashamed to think of it--a sort of horrid jealousy, I am afraid, mamma."
And though she reddened as she made what to her was really a painful confession, Jacinth"s heart felt lighter from that moment. There was now no shadow of misunderstanding between her mother and herself.
CHAPTER XVIII.
"I WILL THINK IT OVER."
The very faint hope which the Mildmays--Jacinth especially--had cherished that, after all, the coming Christmas might "somehow" be spent by them and Lady Myrtle together, soon faded.
There was no question of the old lady"s coming north, though in one of her letters she spoke of the gladness with which she would have made the effort had it been possible; and there was even no question of their all joining her at Robin Redbreast, though but for a short visit, for in November the fiat went forth which each winter she had secretly for some years past been dreading--she must not remain in England. For her chronic bronchitis was on her again, and a premature taste of winter in the late autumn threatened for a week or two to turn this into something worse.
"For myself," she wrote, "I would rather stay at home and take the risk, but I suppose it would be wrong, though really at my age I have little sympathy with that excessive clinging to life one sees where one would little expect it. But there is nothing to detain me here specially, and it may be that I shall benefit by the change. I want to choose one of the winter places I was so happy at more than once long ago, with _your_ mother, when she and I travelled together with my parents."
For the letter was to Mrs Mildmay.
And a fortnight or so later came another, which threw great excitement into the house in St Wilfred"s Place, where the children were doing their best to give something of a festive and country look to the rather dark rooms with the help of plenty of holly and mistletoe, which had come in a Christmas hamper from Robin Redbreast, by Lady Myrtle"s orders, though she was no longer there. For by this time it was Christmas Eve.
This new letter was from abroad. The old lady was already settled in her winter quarters. Which of the many southern resorts she had chosen matters little, as it is no part of this simple story to describe continental towns or foreign travel. And in this particular case there would be little interest in either, seeing that these places are so well known nowadays to the ma.s.s of English folk of the well-to-do cla.s.ses, that accounts of them are pretty sure to be monotonous repet.i.tions. We will call the spot selected "Ba.s.se."
Lady Myrtle wrote cheerfully. She was better, and she was enjoying, as old people learn to do, the chastened pleasure of recalling happy days in the scenes she was now revisiting.
"It is all wonderfully little changed," she wrote. "I drive along the same roads, and walk slowly up and down the same terraces, where Lady Jacinth and I used to talk together by the hour in our light-hearted girlhood. I even fancy I recognise some of the shops we pa.s.s, for I am able to stroll about the quieter streets a little with the help of my good Clayton"s arm. I have actually done a little shopping, the results of which will, I trust, please you, trifling as they are. I am sending off a little box by the Globe Express, which will, I hope, reach you by Christmas Day. And now, dear Eugenia, for the point of my letter. It is Clayton"s idea; she burst out with it the other day when we were busy about this same shopping. "Oh, my lady, if only Miss Jacinth--Miss Mildmay I should say--were here it would be nice! She"s just the young lady to enjoy the change and not mind the quiet life, and she _would_ brighten you up." So will you spare her to me for the three or four months I shall be here? I hesitate to ask it; you will miss her so. But I am emboldened by the belief that it might be for the dear child"s own good. She could have excellent lessons of any or every kind, and some amount of French talking, as I have a few old French friends in the neighbourhood, near enough to spend a day with now and then. Her father would bring her out, and, for my sake, I trust, not grudge the time and fatigue. The whole expenses you would surely let me defray? You cannot be hard-hearted enough to refuse _this_, dearest Eugenia."
Mrs Mildmay thought it over and talked it over with her husband: then they laid it before Jacinth herself, giving her indeed the letter itself to read. Jacinth"s face crimsoned with pleasure and excitement, and her eyes glistened. But in a moment or two they grew dewy.
"Oh, mamma," she exclaimed, "it would be delightful. But--I cannot bear to think of leaving you for so long."
These were sweet and grateful words to the mother"s ears. But, as ever, she took the cheerful and sensible view of the matter. The separation would be but a short one, and it might really be of great advantage to Jacinth. Besides which--and this argument, I think, had the most weight with them all--was it not a duty to do what they could to please their dear old friend?
So a favourable and grateful answer was sent without much delay, and before the new year was many days old, Jacinth and her father found themselves speeding across France as fast as the _train de luxe_ could take them, to join Lady Myrtle in her winter home.
Jacinth enjoyed it all, and there was a considerable amount of freshness to her in the experience, though it was not entirely unknown ground.
For, as a young child, she had spent some time in the south of France with her mother on her way to England, and she had once in later years pa.s.sed a week or two in Paris with Uncle Marmy and "Granny." But the special place which Lady Myrtle had chosen was quite new to her, and it had its own peculiar beauties and attractions.
"Tell mamma," she said to her father the morning before he was to leave, "tell dear mamma and Francie that I am as happy as I can be anywhere away from them. And I will work really hard at French and music, so that I may be able to help Francie with hers. And it will please mamma, won"t it, papa, to hear how glad Lady Myrtle seems to have me?"
"Yes, dear, I am sure it will," said Colonel Mildmay cordially. "I cannot help feeling, personally, great pleasure in having been able to do anything to gratify her. It was generous of her to give us the opportunity of doing so."
"She _is_ so generous," said Jacinth warmly, "so large hearted about everything, isn"t she, papa?"
"She is indeed," her father agreed with a little sigh, "about everything except _one_ thing. It is curious and sad to see how very deep down are her prepossessions on that subject. And I am the more hopeless about them, because there is really no personal vindictiveness, or even, I may say, prejudice mixed up with these convictions."
"It _is_ sad," Jacinth agreed.
The next morning saw Colonel Mildmay"s departure for home.
Then began for Jacinth a quiet, regular, but far from unenjoyable life.
Lady Myrtle had already made inquiries about the best teachers, and such of these as undertook the special subjects the girl wished to give her time to were engaged for her. So several hours of each day were soon told off for lessons and preparation for them. As a rule, Lady Myrtle drove out in the afternoon, her young guest accompanying her, sometimes to pay calls to such of the visitors to the place as were old friends, or in some few cases new acquaintances of hers; sometimes out into the beautiful country in the neighbourhood, beautiful even in mid-winter, where the views were as varied as charming.
And as a rule, between twelve and one o"clock, sometimes too in the afternoon if the old lady were not feeling well enough for a drive, Jacinth went for a brisk walk with Clayton as her duenna.
It was during one of these walks that something most unexpected happened one day. Lady Myrtle had caught a slight cold and been forbidden to go out. It was a bright but somewhat treacherous day, for though the sunshine was warm there was a sharp, almost icy, "under air" painfully perceptible in the shade.
"I feel roasted and frozen at once; don"t you, Clayton?" said Jacinth laughingly, as they crossed the road to get into the warmth, such as it was, again.
"Yes, indeed, Miss Mildmay," the maid agreed. "It"s a day when you need both a parasol and a m.u.f.f together. For there is such a glare."
A glare there was, truly. Snow had been falling now and then during the last day or two, and though but in light and short showers, the ground was sufficiently frozen for it to "lie;" so that the sunshine, not powerful enough to melt it, save here and there very superficially, was reflected from the gleaming surface with extraordinary brilliancy.
"We really should have snow spectacles," Jacinth was saying, when a sudden shock made her aware that in her dazzled state she had run foul of some one or something standing on the pathway just in front of her.