"It is indeed kind of you to say so, but I am happy to state the doctor tells me if I continue to progress as well as at present, I shall be able to leave your roof----"
"My father"s roof," broke in Morris again.
"I beg pardon--your father"s roof--in about a fortnight."
"I am sorry to hear it, sir; and please clear your mind of the idea that you have ceased to be welcome. Your presence and that of Miss Fregelius will lessen, not increase, my trouble. I should be lonely in this great place with no company but that of my own thoughts."
"I am glad to hear you say so. Whether you feel it or not you are kind, very kind."
And so for the while they parted. When she came in that afternoon, Mr.
Fregelius told Stella the news; but, as it happened, she did not see Morris until she met him at dinner time.
"You have heard?" he asked.
"Oh, yes," she answered; "and I am sorry, so sorry. I do not know what more to say."
"There is nothing to be said," answered Morris; "my poor uncle had lived out his life--he was sixty-eight, you know, and there is an end."
"Were you fond of him? Forgive me for asking, but people are not always fond--really fond--of those who happen to be their relations."
"Yes, I was very fond of him. He was a good man, though simple and self-made; very kind to everybody; especially to myself."
"Then do not grieve for him, his pains are over, and some day you will meet him again, will you not?"
"I suppose so; but in the presence of death faith falters."
"I know; but I think that is when it should be strongest and clearest, that is when we should feel that whatever else is unreal and false, this is certain and true."
Morris bowed his head in a.s.sent, and there was silence for a while.
"I am afraid that Miss Porson must feel this very much," Stella said presently.
"Yes, she seems quite crushed. She was his only living child, you know."
"Are you not going to join her?"
"No, I cannot; she has gone into a convent for a month, near Beaulieu, and I am afraid the Sisters would not let me through their gates."
"Is she a Catholic?"
"Not at all, but an old friend of hers holds some high position in the place, and she has taken a fancy to be quiet there for a while."
"It is very natural," answered Stella, and nothing more was said upon the subject.
Stella neither played the violin nor sang that night, nor, indeed, again while she remained alone with Morris at the Abbey. Both of them felt that under the circ.u.mstances this form of pleasure would be out of place, if not unfeeling, and it was never suggested. For the rest, however, their life went on as usual. On two or three occasions when the weather was suitable some further experiments were carried out with the aerophone, but on most days Stella was engaged in preparing the Rectory, a square, red-brick house, dating from the time of George III., to receive them as soon as her father could be moved. Very fortunately, as has been said, their journey in the steamer Trondhjem had been decided upon so hurriedly that there was no time to allow them to ship their heavy baggage and furniture, which were left to follow, and thus escaped destruction. Now at length these had arrived, and the unpacking and arrangement gave her constant thought and occupation, in which Morris occasionally a.s.sisted.
One evening, indeed, he stayed in the Rectory with her, helping to hang some pictures till about half-past six o"clock, when they started for the Abbey. As it chanced, a heavy gale was blowing that night, one of the furious winter storms which are common on this coast, and its worst gusts beat upon Stella so fiercely that she could scarcely stand, and was glad to accept the support of Morris"s arm. As they struggled along the high road thus, a particularly savage blast tore the hood of Stella"s ulster from her head, whereupon, leaning over her in such a position that his face was necessarily quite close to her own, with some difficulty he managed to replace the hood.
It was while Morris was so engaged that a dog-cart, which because of the roar of the wind he did not hear, and because of his position he could not see until it was almost pa.s.sing them, came slowly down the road.
Then catching the gleam of the lamps he looked up and started back, thinking that they were being run into, to perceive that the occupants of the dog-cart were Stephen and Eliza Layard.
At the same moment Stephen recognised them, as indeed he could scarcely help doing with the light of the powerful lamp shining full upon their faces. He shouted something to his sister, who also stared coldly at the pair. Then a kind of fury seemed to seize the little man; at any rate, he shook his clenched fist in a menacing fashion, and brought down the whip with a savage cut upon the horse. As the animal sprang forward, moreover, Morris could almost have sworn that he heard the words "kissing her," spoken in Stephen"s voice, followed by a laugh from Eliza.
Then the dog-cart vanished into the darkness, and the incident was closed.
For a moment Morris stood angry and astonished, but reflecting that in this wind his ears might have deceived him, and that, at any rate, Stella had heard nothing through her thick frieze hood, he once more offered his arm and walked forward.
The next day was Sunday, when, as usual, he escorted Stella to church. The Layards were there also, but he noticed that, somewhat ostentatiously, they hurried from the building immediately on the conclusion of the service, and it struck him that this demonstration might have some meaning. Eliza, whom he afterwards observed, engaged apparently in eager conversation with a knot of people on the roadway, was, as he knew well, no friend to him, for reasons which he could guess. Nor, as he had heard from various quarters, was she any friend of Stella Fregelius, any more than she had been to Jane Rose. It struck him that even now she might be employed in sowing scandal about them both, and for Stella"s sake the thought made him furious. But even if it were so he did not see what he could do; therefore he tried to think he was mistaken, and to dismiss the matter from his mind.
Colonel Monk had written to say that he was coming home on the Wednesday, but he did not, in fact, put in an appearance till the half-past six train on the following Sat.u.r.day evening, when he arrived beautifully dressed in the most irreproachable black, and in a very good temper.
"Ah, Morris, old fellow," he said, "I am very pleased to see you again.
After all, there is no place like home, and at my time of life nothing to equal quiet. I can"t tell you how sick I got of that French hole. If it hadn"t been for Mary, and my old friend, Lady Rawlins, who, as usual, was in trouble with that wretched husband of hers--he is an imbecile now, you know--I should have been back long before. Well, how are you getting on?"
"Oh, pretty well, thank you, father," Morris answered, in that rather restrained voice which was natural to him when conversing with his parent. "I think, I really think I have nearly perfected my aerophone."
"Have you? Well, then, I hope you will make something out of it after all these years; not that it much matters now, however," he added contentedly. "By the way, that reminds me, how are our two guests, the new parson and his daughter? That was a queer story about your finding her on the wreck. Are they still here?"
"Yes; but the old gentleman is out of bed now, and he expects to be able to move into the Rectory on Monday."
"Does he? Well, they must have given you some company while you were alone. There is no time like the present. I will go up and see him before I dress for dinner."
Accordingly Morris conducted his father to the Abbot"s chamber, and introduced him to the clergyman. Mr. Fregelius was seated in his arm-chair, with a crutch by his side, and on learning who his visitor was, made a futile effort to rise.
"Pray, pray, sir," said the Colonel, "keep seated, or you will certainly hurt your leg again."
"When I should be obliged to inflict myself upon you for another five or six weeks," replied Mr. Fregelius.
"In that case, sir," said the Colonel, with his most courteous bow, "and for that reason only I should consider the accident fortunate," by these happy words making of his guest a devoted friend for ever.
"I don"t know how to thank you; I really don"t know how to thank you."
"Then pray, Mr. Fregelius, leave the thanks unspoken. What would you have had us--or, rather, my son--do? Turn a senseless, shattered man from his door, and that man his future spiritual pastor and master?"
"But there was more. He, Mr. Monk, I mean, saved my daughter Stella"s life. You know, a block or a spar fell on me immediately after the ship struck. Then those cowardly dogs of sailors, thinking that she must founder instantly, threw me into the boat and rowed away, leaving her to her fate in the cabin; whereon your son, acting on some words which I spoke in my delirium, sailed out alone at night and rescued her."
"Yes, I heard something, but Morris is not too communicative. The odd thing about the whole affair, so far as I can gather, is that he should have discovered that there was anybody left on board. But he is a curious fellow, Morris; those things which one would expect him to know he never does know; and the things that n.o.body else has ever heard of he seems to have at his fingers" ends by instinct, or second sight, or something. Well, it has all turned out for the best, hasn"t it?"
"Oh, yes, I suppose so," answered Mr. Fregelius, glancing at his injured leg. "At any rate, we are both alive and have not lost many of our belongings."
"Quite so; and under the circ.u.mstances you should be uncommonly thankful. But I need not tell a parson that. Well, I can only say that I am delighted to have such a good opportunity of making your acquaintance, which I am sure will lead to our pulling together in parish affairs like a pair of matched horses. Now I must go and dress.
But I tell you what, I"ll come and smoke a cigar with you afterwards, and put you au fait with all our various concerns. You"ll find them a nice lot in this parish, I can tell you, a nice lot. Old Tomley just gave them up as a bad job."
"I hope I shan"t do that," replied Mr. Fregelius, after his retreating form.
The Colonel was down to dinner first, and standing warming himself at the library fire when Stella, once more in honour of his arrival arrayed in her best dress, entered the room. The Colonel put up his eyegla.s.s and looked at her as she came down its length.
"By Jove!" he thought to himself, "I didn"t know that the clergyman"s daughter was like this; n.o.body ever said so. After all, that fellow Morris can"t be half such a fool as he looks, for he kept it dark." Then he stepped forward with outstretched hand.