"I hope you had a pleasant journey," she was beginning formally, when Mrs. Caldwell suddenly burst into tears. "What is the matter, Caroline?" Aunt Victoria asked.
"Oh, nothing," the poor lady answered in a broken voice. "Only it does seem a sad home-returning--alone--without _him_--you know."
Aunt Grace Mary furtively patted Mrs. Caldwell on the back, keeping an eye on Aunt Victoria the while, however, as if she were afraid of being caught.
All this time the tinkle-tinkle-tinkle of "Hamilton"s Exercises for Beginners" on the piano had been going on; now it stopped. Aunt Grace Mary slipped into a chair, and sat with a smile on her face; Aunt Victoria became a trifle more rigid over her tatting; and Mrs.
Caldwell hurriedly wiped her eyes. Then the door opened deliberately, and there entered a great stout man, with red hair sprinkled with grey, large prominent light-coloured eyes, a nondescript nose, a wide shapeless gash of a mouth, and a red moustache with straight bristly hairs, like the bristles of a broom.
"How do you do, Caroline?" he said, holding out his big, fat, white hand, and kissing her coldly on the forehead. He drawled his words out with a decided lisp, and in a very soft voice, which contrasted oddly with his huge bulk. Having greeted his sister, he turned and looked at the children. Mildred went up and shook hands with him.
"Your sisters, I perceive, have no manners," he observed.
Beth had been beaming round blandly on the group; but upon that last remark of Uncle James"s the pleased smile faded from her face, and she coloured painfully, and offered him a small reluctant hand.
"You are Elizabeth, I suppose?" he said.
"I am Beth," she answered emphatically.
She and Uncle James looked into each other"s eyes for an instant, and in that instant she made a most disagreeable impression of fearlessness on the big man"s brain.
"I hope, Caroline," he said precisely, "that you will not continue to call your daughter by such an absurd abbreviation. That sort of thing was all very well in the wilds of Ireland, but here we must have something rational, ladylike, and recognised."
Mrs. Caldwell looked distressed. "It would be so difficult to call her Elizabeth," she pleaded. "She is not at all--Elizabeth."
"You may call me what you like, mamma," Beth put in with decision; "but I shall only answer to Beth. That was the name my father gave me, and I shall stick to it."
Uncle James stared at her in amazement, but Beth, unabashed, stared back obstinately; and so they continued staring until Aunt Grace Mary made a diversion.
"James," she hurriedly interposed, "wouldn"t they like some refreshment?"
Uncle James pulled the bell-rope. "Bring wine and cake," he lisped, when the servant answered.
Then he returned to his seat, crossed one great leg over the other, folded his fat hands on his knee, and inspected his sister.
"You certainly do not grow younger, Caroline," he observed.
Mrs. Caldwell did not look cheered by the remark; and there was a painful pause, broken, happily, by the arrival of the cake and wine.
"You will not take more than half a gla.s.s, I suppose, Caroline, at _this_ time of the day," Uncle James said playfully, as he took up the decanter; "and marsala, _not_ port. I know what ladies are."
Poor Mrs. Caldwell was exhausted, and would have been the better for a good gla.s.s of port; but she meekly held her peace.
Then Uncle James cut the cake, and gave each of the children a very small slice. Beth held hers suspended half-way to her mouth, and gazed at her uncle.
"What _is_ that child staring at?" he asked her mother at last.
"I think she is admiring you," was Mrs. Caldwell"s happy rejoinder.
"No, mamma, I am not," Beth contradicted. "I was just thinking I had never seen anything so big in my life."
"_Anything!_" Uncle James protested. "What does she mean, Caroline?"
"I don"t mean this slice of cake," Beth chuckled.
"Come, dear--come, dear," Aunt Grace Mary hurriedly interposed. "Come upstairs, and see--and see--the pretty room you"re to have. Come and take your things off, like a good child."
Beth rose obediently, but before she followed her aunt out of the room she said: "Here, Bernadine; you"d better have my slice. You"ll howl if you don"t get enough. Cakes are scarce and dear here, I suppose."
Aunt Victoria had tatted diligently during this little scene. Now she looked up over her spectacles and inspected Uncle James.
"I like that child," she said decidedly.
"In which respect I should think you would probably find yourself in a very small minority," Uncle James lisped, spreading his mouth into what would have been a smile in any other countenance, but was merely an elongation of the lips in his.
Mrs. Caldwell rocked herself forlornly. Mildred nestled close to her mother; while Baby Bernadine, with a slice of cake in each hand, took a mouthful first from the right and then from the left, impartially.
Uncle James gazed at her. "I suppose that is an Irish custom," he said at length.
"Bernadine! what are you doing?" Mrs. Caldwell snapped; and Bernadine, startled, let both slices fall on the floor, and set up a howl with her mouth full.
"Ah!" Uncle James murmured tenderly. "Little children are such darling things! They make the sense of their presence felt the moment they enter a house. It becomes visible also in the crumbs on the floor.
There is evidently nothing the matter with her lungs. But I should have thought it would be dangerous to practise her voice like that with the mouth full. Perhaps she would be more at her ease upstairs."
Mrs. Caldwell took the hint.
When the child had gone, Uncle James rang for a servant to sweep up the cake and crumbs, and carefully stood over her, superintending.
"That will do," he said at length, "so far as the cake and crumbs are concerned, but I beg you to observe that you have brushed the pile of the carpet the wrong way."
Meanwhile Aunt Grace Mary had taken Beth up a polished staircase, through a softly carpeted, airy corridor, at the end of which was a large room with two great mahogany four-post beds, hung with brown damask, the rest of the heavy old-fashioned furniture being to match.
All over the house there was a delicious odour of fresh air and lavender, everything shone resplendent, and all was orderly to the point of stiffness; nothing looked as if it had ever been used.
"This was your mamma"s room when she was a girl," Aunt Grace Mary confided to Beth. "She used to fill the house with her girl-friends, and that was why she had such big beds. She used to be a very high-spirited girl, your dear mamma was. You are all to sleep here."
"How good it smells," said Beth.
"Ah, that"s the lavender. I often burn lavender. Would you like to see me burn some lavender? Come to my room, then, and I"ll show you. But take your things off first."
Beth dragged off her hat and jacket and threw them aside. They happened to fall on the floor.
"My dear child!" Aunt Grace Mary exclaimed, "look at your things!"
Beth looked at them, but nothing occurred to her; so she looked at her aunt inquiringly.
"I always put mine away--at least I should, you know, if I hadn"t a maid," said Aunt Grace Mary.
"Oh, let your maid put mine away too," Beth answered casually.
"But, my dear child, you must learn," Aunt Grace Mary insisted, picking up Beth"s things and putting them in a drawer as she spoke.