"No--" she said. "I believe you have said all you can say. And it is good for me."
"I have not said all I _could_ say, but it is not easy for me to talk to you about it at all. You see, Miss Faith," said Mr. Linden smiling, "there cannot be such an anomaly in nature as a philosophical bird--so what am I to do?"
Faith smiled a little and thought that as long as he gave her the benefit of his philosophy, it did not much matter. Which recondite view of the subject she did not put into words.
The days began to roll on smoothly once more, subsiding into their old uneventful flow. The flow of talk indeed had not quite subsided; but as nothing came to throw any light on the point of the unknown sportsman who chose his sport so strangely, curiosity took a modified, condensed form; and the whole matter was stowed away in people"s minds as the one Pattaqua.s.set mystery. Happy Pattaqua.s.set!
Even Mr. Linden"s protracted confinement to the house made little difference to most, he had been so little seen when he was able to be out: only the boys had had his daylight hours; and where he had spent those times of twilight and evening when he was not at home, no one knew but the poor unknown cla.s.s who mourned his absence as they had blessed his presence, in secret. The boys were not silent,--but they had the indemnification of going to see him, and of watching--or sleeping--in his room at night, according to their various dispositions. There came all his scholars on Sunday,--met by Faith on her contrary way; there came the whole school by turns, and at all hours. Indeed when once the embargo upon visiters was taken off, the supply was great!--and without careful measures on the part of Mr.
Linden, French exercises would have been put aside with a witness. But he made two or three rules, and carried them out. In the first place he would see n.o.body before dinner, except the doctor; nor anybody after tea, save the same privileged individual. In the second place, when he was able to be out of his room without too much fatigue, the lessons were carried on down stairs,--in the dining-room generally, as being more private. There could both parties come and go without observation; and often when Mrs. Derrick was entertaining a roomful, a sudden fall of the thin part.i.tion would have revealed the very people they were discussing, deep in some pretty point of information. Pretty those lessons were! Faith"s steps,--arithmetical, geographical, or what other,--were swift, steady, and sure; herself indefatigable, her teacher no less. If Mr. Linden had not quite come to be in her eyes "an old school book," she was yet enough accustomed to his teaching and animadversions to merge the binding in the book; and as to him, she might have been one of his school boys, for the straightforward way in which he opened paths of knowledge and led her through. The leading was more careful of her strength, more respectful of her timidity,--was more strictly _leading_ than _pushing_,--that was all. Of course in two weeks, or even in four, the best of teachers and scholars could make but a beginning; but that was well made, and the work went steadily on from thence--despite "teaching all day," despite the various other calls for time and strength.
And Faith was as docile and obedient as Johnny Fax himself, and as far as those qualities went, very much in the same way. If the denial of Phil"s _information_ and Mr. Linden"s manner the day after her overturn, had raised a doubt as to the real abstractness of his regard for her, Faith"s modesty and simplicity put the thought well into the background. She did not care to look at it or bring it up; in the full, happy, peaceful hours she was enjoying she had enough, for the present; and so Faith went on very much after her old fashion. A little quieter, perhaps, when not called out of it; a little shyer of even innocently putting herself forward; but in speech or action, speaking and acting with her wonted free simplicity.
The only breaks in these weeks were one or two visits to Mrs. Custers, and the doctor"s comings and goings. He could not be shut out.
The Monday evening after the doctor"s absence at Quilipeak, the little party were as usual in the sitting-room; and a pretty chapter of Physical Geography was in process of reading and talk, when the doctor"s quick wheels at the door announced not only his return but his arrival. And Mr. Linden announced to his scholar, that it was needful now to return to the surface of the earth and attend to the flow of conversation--and to put the book in his pocket.
"Are you glad to see me back?" said the doctor as he took the hand of his patient. He looked rather glad himself.
"If I say yes, that will be to confess that I have reason. You perceive my dilemma," Mr. Linden said, but with a smile that was certainly as kind and trustworthy as any the doctor had seen since he went away.
"Do you mean--that you have no reason to be glad?" said Dr. Harrison slowly, eying the smile and giving it, to judge by his own, a trustful regard.
"Certainly not! It"s a comfort to have somebody at hand who is ready to fight me at any moment," said Mr. Linden.
"What have you been doing since I went away?"
"Reading, writing, and considering the world generally."
"From this Pattaqua.s.set centre!"
"Why not?--if lines meet and make it one."
"How do you get the ends of the lines in your hands!" said the doctor.
"A centre, I feel it to be--but very like the centre of the earth--socially and politically. You see, I have just emerged to the surface, and come down again. Who has taken care of you?"
"I feel quite equal to the task of taking care of myself, thank you, doctor."
"You don"t mean to say, man, you have dressed your arm yourself?"
"What _do_ you suppose my powers are equal to?"
"That is a matter," said the doctor, "upon which I stand in doubt--which gives me an uncomfortable, troublesome sort of feeling when I am in your presence. It must be superst.i.tion. I suppose I shall get the better of it--or of you!--in time. Meanwhile, who _has_ dressed your arm for you?"
The answer was given very quietly, very simply, not very loud. "The lady whom you had the honour of instructing in the art, Dr. Harrison."
"Did you do it well?" said Dr. Harrison somewhat comically, wheeling round before Faith.
She was a contrast; as her face looked up at him, rather pleased, and her soft voice answered,--"I think I did, sir."
"I don"t doubt you did! And I don"t doubt you would do anything. Are you preparing to be another Portia? And am I to be Bellario?"
"I don"t know what you mean, Dr. Harrison."
"Do you know the story of Portia?--in the Merchant of Venice?"
"I never read it."
"She was a dangerous character," said the doctor. "Portia, Miss Derrick, wishing to save not the life but the character and happiness of a--But what a way this is to tell you the story! Is there a Shakspeare here?"
"We haven"t it," said Faith quietly.
"I"ll bring the play the next time I come, if you will allow me," he said sitting down by her;--"and indoctrinate you in something more interesting than my first lesson. How shall I thank you for doing my work for me?"
"It became my work."
"I am in your debt nevertheless--more than you can know without being one of my profession. I have some thing that I wish to submit to your inspection, and to take your advice upon, too. It will be fit to be seen, I hope, by the day after to-morrow. If I could I would bring it here--but as that is not possible--Will you go to see it?"
"Where is it?"
"Not far; but it will cost you the taking of a few steps."
Faith declared she had hardly time to go to see anything; but was obliged finally to yield to persuasion, and Thursday was the day fixed.
The thing, whatever it was, however, was not ready when the day came, and the exhibition was put off indefinitely.
CHAPTER XXIX.
Those weeks, like others, came to an end. And then Mr. Linden gave notice to all and sundry of his scholars, that his time of seclusion was at an end--only giving way to advice so far, as to accept the daily use of Squire Stoutenburgh"s close carriage, until his health should be in a more a.s.sured state. Monday morning he was to take up his old routine of school duties; though none too fit for it, in the estimation of some people,--the doctor said it was a month too soon. And no one could look at him and forget the last month"s work,--a little exertion made the work very apparent; and as they sat at breakfast Monday morning, Mrs. Derrick made up her own mind privately that Dr. Harrison should have found some means to keep him in the house and from work yet longer. But the result of her meditations was not put in words; the effect betrayed itself in the extra care bestowed upon cups of coffee--the only thing within her reach.
It was a cold morning, true November, with its driving grey wind clouds, through which the cool sunbeams straggled fitfully; with trees shorn of their golden honours, and brown branches waving and twisting in the wind, and only mere specks of blue here and there overhead. The gulls sailed to and fro above the Mong as if they rejoiced in the fierce gusts of northern wind; the vessels shortened sail, or ran under bare poles. The wind shook the village windows, and poured dry leaves in every porch, and swept up the world generally--not much to the comfort of the same. In Mrs. Derrick"s little eating-room indeed, it was warm enough, and the floor swept after another fashion; yet even there did the wind rush in, whenever the kitchen door opened, after Cindy and the hot cakes.
"Mr. Linden," said Faith after her eye had gone exploringly to the window, the wind and the clouds,--"I wish you would give the boys only half a day to-day!"
"I fancy you could have your wish seconded thirty times," he said smiling. "No--not thirty times, but perhaps twenty."
"I don"t think those wishes would be worth minding; but I think mine is, Mr. Linden. I mean the reason of it."
"I think yours is--if I could mind it. What is the reason, Miss Faith?"
"I am afraid you are not quite fit for a whole day"s work. In school,"
she added smiling.
"You don"t know what you are asking!--if I stay at home I shall talk nothing but French the whole afternoon."
"Well," said Faith laughingly, "I should only be still. I could bear that."