"Squire Deacon used to tell very hard stories of him when he first came," said the lady--"and I _have_ heard a report or two since. I do love to talk to him about it!--he always looks so grave, I think he likes it."
The laugh was mutual, whether the delight was or no.
"Who is Squire Deacon?" said the doctor. "I should like to make his acquaintance."
Faith took off her bonnet, and then pulled off her gloves, deliberately, and bestowed them on the table.
"O he"s a Pattaqua.s.seter," said Mrs. Stoutenburgh--"haven"t you seen his sister? She admires you--more than I think she need," she added mischievously. "But the Squire"s been away for awhile,--he just got home this afternoon."
Faith had recourse to the fire. The doctor came round, took the tongs from her and did the work; after which he took a somewhat succinct leave of the a.s.sembly.
"By the way, Linden," he said pausing by his chair a moment,--"I expect to be in Quilipeak for a few days--I am very sorry, but I must. You won"t want me, I think. Limbre can do all that is necessary. I shall see you Monday or Tuesday again."
"Doctor!" said Mrs. Stoutenburgh--"I want you to take me home. Mr.
Stoutenburgh always makes such a fuss if I"m out after dark and don"t bring anybody home to tea, that I never dare do it."
"Will you trust yourself with me, Mrs. Stoutenburgh?" said the doctor standing in comical doubt.
"Just wait a minute," said Mrs. Stoutenburgh, as she went round with her pretty, free, womanly manner, and laid her hand on Mr. Linden"s forehead and hands, just as if he had been one of her own boys. "I tell you what--I don"t think you cure him up half fast enough among you. If I had him up at my house I"d take better care of him."
"No, Mrs. Stoutenburgh, even you could not do that," he said looking up at her. She stood still a moment.
"You shouldn"t look at me so," she said,--"I shall go home and feel real bad for all the nonsense I"ve been talking. You know," she added, with the mischievous look coming back, "I never did believe one word of it--except--" and the sentence was finished softly. "Now I"m ready, doctor--O Faith, I had a message for you, but Mr. Linden will tell you.
Good-bye. No, doctor--I"m not going to trust myself with you,--you"re going to trust yourself with me."
Dr. Harrison was for once quiet, and went off without a repartee.
Other eyes looked with a different anxiety at Mr. Linden then, and another voice, more grave as well as more timid, asked, at his side, "Are you not so well to-night, Mr. Linden?"
He smiled, and gave her his hand by way of answer, before he spoke.
"I think I am, Miss Faith--you know Mrs. Stoutenburgh has not seen me before since I was quite well."
She brought both hands to test the feeling of his, for an instant, without speaking.
"Mr. Linden, I heard what Dr. Harrison said--Don"t you think I can do instead of Dr. Limbre?"
"Yes, Miss Faith--if you will be so good," he answered without hesitation and with the simplest tone and manner. Her brow lightened immediately; and happy and quiet as usual, and that was very happy, she began to make her preparations for tea, clearing the table and rolling it to its last night"s position. In which last operation she had a.s.sistance. Then she went off for her tea--and the lamp and the fire-light shone again presently on the pleasant scene of last night.
"Don"t you want to hear your message, Miss Faith?" Mr. Linden said.
"Yes, but I wasn"t in a hurry, Mr. Linden. I supposed it would come."
"It is in three parts. The first is nothing new; being merely that the birthday of the young heir of the house of Stoutenburgh occurs on the 29th of November. Whether the second part is new, I--being a stranger--cannot tell; but the day is to be graced with various suitable festivities."
"It"s all new to me," said Faith laughing.
"Of the novelty of the third part you also must judge," said Mr. Linden with a smile. "The aforesaid young heir will consider the festivities entirely incomplete without your presence--nay, will perhaps refuse to have his birthday come at all, and wish that these "happy returns" had never had a beginning."
Faith"s laugh came with its full merry roll now, and she withal coloured a little.
"What must I do then, Mr. Linden?"
"I generally incline to the merciful side, Miss Faith--I believe I should advise you to go. Then I, not having such power in my hands, may not appreciate its fascinations."
"Such power? As what, Mr. Linden?"
"I ought in conscience to tell you--" he went on without answering her,--"it has been on my mind ever since, that the other night"--and the look was grave for a minute--"the trophy of a broken rosebud was picked up where you fell. And I had not the heart to reclaim it, Miss Faith," Mr. Linden said, with a submissive air of confession.
She looked at him with the prettiest look in the world, of grave, only half conscious enquiry; and then the lost rosebud was more than replaced in her cheeks.
"That is the state of the case," Mr. Linden said, as gravely as if both rosebuds had been out of sight and mind, "but your mother refuses to go. And it seems that I also am wanted on the 29th; so if you please, Miss Faith, I will try to see that you make the journey both ways in safety."
"I should like to go," said Faith quietly. "They are pleasant people."
The tea things were withdrawn, and Cindy was no more needed there, and Mrs. Derrick also had gone into the other part of the house to attend to some business. Faith stood before the fire looking meditatively into it.
"I wish," she said slowly and soberly,--"Dr. Harrison would please to talk to you instead of to me, Mr. Linden!"
"Talk to me?" Mr. Linden repeated, looking at her. "About professions?"
"No indeed!" said Faith, first astonished and then smiling,--"I mean very different things. About religion, and what he thinks of it?"
Rather soberly the words were received, and soberly answered, not at once.
"Do not let him say much to you on that last point, Miss Faith."
"How can I help it, Mr. Linden?" she said instantly.
"Forbid him, if need be. If he asks for information, and you choose to give it, that is one thing,--you are not obliged to hear all the skeptical views and arguments with which he is furnished. Your statement of the truth has nothing to do with the grounds of his unbelief."
"But--"
Faith got no further. She stood thinking of that afternoon"s talk, and of the certain possible hindrances to her following such advice.
"I am talking a little in the dark, you know," Mr. Linden said,--"I am only supposing what he may say and ask you to say; and I do not think much of such conversation between any parties. Press home the truth--and like David"s pebble it may do its work; but in a fencing match David might have found it harder to maintain his ground. And his overthrow would not have touched the truth of his cause, nor perhaps his own faith--yet the Philistine would have triumphed."
"Thank you, Mr. Linden," she said with a grateful smile. "That is just the truth. But, do you think Dr. Harrison is--exactly a Philistine?"
"Not in all respects," he said smiling. "What do you mean by a Philistine?"
"I thought you put him in the place of _that_ Philistine," she said.
"Yes, for the ill.u.s.tration. But I do not know him to be strictly a _champion_ of unbelief, although he avows himself on that side. His conversations with me have left me uncertain how far he would go."
Faith was silent and looked thoughtful.
"Have I touched any of your difficulties? May I hear any more?"