Julian turned to his brother. "What do you say to it, Ron?"
"Can"t be done," groaned Ronald.
"Oh yes, it can." Sheer determination sounded in Avery"s response. "Get up, both of you! If it makes you ill, it can"t be helped. You will neither of you get any better lying here. Come, Ronald!" She went to him briskly. "Get up! I"ll help you. There! That"s the way. Splendid! Now keep it up! don"t let yourself go again! You will feel quite different when you get out into the open air."
By words and actions she urged them, Mrs. Lorimer standing pathetically by, till finally, fired by her energy, the two miscreants actually managed to make their escape without mishap.
She ran downstairs to see them go, returning in time to receive the wailing Pat who had been sent to bed in a state verging on hysterics.
Neither she nor his mother could calm him for some time, and when at length he was somewhat comforted one of the younger boys fell down in an adjacent room and began to cry l.u.s.tily.
Avery went to the rescue, earnestly entreating Mrs. Lorimer to go down to her room and rest. She was able to soothe the sufferer and leave him to the care of the nurse, and she then followed Mrs. Lorimer whom she found bathing her eyes and trying not to cry.
So piteous a spectacle was she that Avery found further formality an absolute impossibility. She put her arm round the little woman and begged her not to fret.
"No, I know it"s wrong," whispered Mrs. Lorimer, yielding like a child to the kindly support. "But I can"t help it sometimes. You see, I"m not very strong--just now." She hesitated and glanced at Avery with a guilty air. "I--I haven"t told him yet," she said in a lower whisper still. "Of course I shall have to soon; but--I"m afraid you will think me very deceitful--I like to choose a favourable time, when the children are not worrying him quite so much. I don"t want to--to vex him more than I need."
"My dear!" Avery said compa.s.sionately. And she added as she had added to the daughter half an hour before, "Poor little thing!"
Mrs. Lorimer gave a feeble laugh, lifting her face. "You are a sweet girl, Avery. I may call you that? I do hope the work won"t be too much for you. You mustn"t let me lean on you too hard."
"You shall lean just as hard as you like," Avery said, and, bending, kissed the tired face. "I am here to be a help to you, you know. Yes, do call me Avery! I"m quite alone in the world, and it makes it feel like home. Now you really must lie down till supper. And you are not to worry about anything. I am sure the boys will come back much better. There! Is that comfortable?"
"Quite, dear, thank you. You mustn"t think about me any more. Good-bye!
Thank you for all your goodness to me!" Mrs. Lorimer clung to her hand for a moment. "I was always prejudiced against mothers" helps before,"
she said ingenuously. "But I find you an immense comfort--an immense comfort. You will try and stay, won"t you, if you possibly can?"
"Yes," Avery promised. "I will certainly stay--if it rests with me."
Her lips were very firmly closed as she went out of the room and her grey eyes extremely bright. It had been a strenuous half-hour.
CHAPTER V
LIFE ON A CHAIN
"Oh, I say, are you going out?" said Piers. "I was just coming to call on you."
"On me?" Avery looked at him with brows raised in surprised interrogation.
He made her a graceful bow, nearly sweeping the path outside the Vicarage gate with his cap. "Even so, madam! On you! But as I perceive you are not at home to callers, may I be permitted to turn and walk beside you?"
As he suited the action to the words, it seemed superfluous to grant the permission, and Avery did not do so.
"I am only going to run quickly down to the post," she said, with a glance at some letters she carried.
He might have offered to post them for her, but such a course did not apparently occur to him. Instead he said: "I"ll race you if you like."
Avery refrained from smiling, conscious of a gay glance flung in her direction.
"I see you prefer to walk circ.u.mspectly," said Piers. "Well, I can do that too. How is Mike? Why isn"t he with you?"
"Mike is quite well, thank you," said Avery. "And he is kept chained up."
"What an infernal shame!" burst from Piers. "I"d sooner shoot a dog than keep him on a chain."
"So would I!" said Avery impulsively.
The words were out before she could check them. It was a subject upon which she found it impossible to maintain her reticence.
Piers grinned triumphantly and thrust out a boyish hand. "Shake!" he said. "We are in sympathy!"
But Avery only shook her head at him, refusing to be drawn.
"People--plenty of nice people--have no idea of the utter cruelty of it,"
she said. "They think that if a dog has never known liberty, he is incapable of desiring it. They don"t know, they don"t realize, the bitterness of life on a chain."
"Don"t know and don"t care!" declared Piers. "They deserve to be chained up themselves. One day on a chain would teach your nice people quite a lot. But no one cultivates feeling in this valley of dry bones. It isn"t the thing nowadays. Let a dog whine his heart out on a chain! Who cares?
There"s no room for sentimental scruples of that sort. Can"t you see the Reverend Stephen smile at the bare idea of extending a little of his precious Christian pity to a dog?" He broke off with a laugh that rang defiantly. "Now it"s your turn!" he said.
"My turn?" Avery glanced at his dark, handsome face with a touch of curiosity.
He met her eyes with his own as if he would beat them back. "Aren"t you generous enough to remind me that but for your timely interference I should have beaten my own dog to death only yesterday? You were almost ready to flog me for it at the time."
"Oh, that!" Avery said, looking away again. "Yes, of course I might remind you of that if I wanted to be personal; but, you see,--I don"t."
"Why not!" said Piers stubbornly. "You were personal enough yesterday."
The dimple, for which Avery was certainly not responsible, appeared suddenly near her mouth. "I am afraid I lost my temper yesterday," she said.
"How wrong of you!" said Piers. "I hope you confessed to the Reverend Stephen."
She glanced at him again and became grave. "No, I didn"t confess to anyone. But I think it"s a pity ever to lose one"s temper. It involves a waste of power."
"Does it?" said Piers.
"Yes." She nodded with conviction. "We need all the strength we can muster for other things. How is your dog to-day?"
Piers ignored the question. "What other things?" he demanded.
She hesitated.
"Go on!" said Piers imperiously.
Avery complied half-reluctantly. "I meant--mainly--the burdens of life.
We can"t afford to weaken ourselves by any loss of self-control. The man who keeps his temper is immeasurably stronger than the man who loses it."
Piers was frowning; his dark eyes looked almost black. Suddenly he turned upon her. "Mrs. Denys, I have a strong suspicion that your temper is a sweet one. If so, you"re no judge of these things. Why didn"t you leather me with my own whip yesterday? You had me at your mercy."