Whenever Amherst came to town, her first question was for Justine; and her memory had the precocious persistence sometimes developed in children too early deprived of their natural atmosphere of affection.
Cicely had always been petted and adored, at odd times and by divers people; but some instinct seemed to tell her that, of all the tenderness bestowed on her, Justine"s most resembled the all-pervading motherly element in which the child"s heart expands without ever being conscious of its needs.
If it had been embarra.s.sing to evade Cicely"s questions in June it became doubly so as the months pa.s.sed, and the pretext of Justine"s ill-health grew more and more difficult to sustain. And in the following March Amherst was suddenly called from Hanaford by the news that the little girl herself was ill. Serious complications had developed from a protracted case of scarlet fever, and for two weeks the child"s fate was uncertain. Then she began to recover, and in the joy of seeing life come back to her, Mr. Langhope and Amherst felt as though they must not only gratify every wish she expressed, but try to guess at those they saw floating below the surface of her clear vague eyes.
It was noticeable to Mrs. Ansell, if not to the others, that one of these unexpressed wishes was the desire to see her stepmother. Cicely no longer asked for Justine; but something in her silence, or in the gesture with which she gently put from her other offers of diversion and companionship, suddenly struck Mrs. Ansell as more poignant than speech.
"What is it the child wants?" she asked the governess, in the course of one of their whispered consultations; and the governess, after a moment"s hesitation, replied: "She said something about a letter she wrote to Mrs. Amherst just before she was taken ill--about having had no answer, I think."
"Ah--she writes to Mrs. Amherst, does she?"
The governess, evidently aware that she trod on delicate ground, tried at once to defend herself and her pupil.
"It was my fault, perhaps. I suggested once that her little compositions should take the form of letters--it usually interests a child more--and she asked if they might be written to Mrs. Amherst."
"Your fault? Why should not the child write to her step-mother?" Mrs.
Ansell rejoined with studied surprise; and on the other"s murmuring: "Of course--of course----" she added haughtily: "I trust the letters were sent?"
The governess floundered. "I couldn"t say--but perhaps the nurse...."
That evening Cicely was less well. There was a slight return of fever, and the doctor, hastily summoned, hinted at the possibility of too much excitement in the sick-room.
"Excitement? There has been no excitement," Mr. Langhope protested, quivering with the sudden renewal of fear.
"No? The child seemed nervous, uneasy. It"s hard to say why, because she is unusually reserved for her age."
The medical man took his departure, and Mr. Langhope and Mrs. Ansell faced each other in the disarray produced by a call to arms when all has seemed at peace.
"I shall lose her--I shall lose her!" the grandfather broke out, sinking into his chair with a groan.
Mrs. Ansell, gathering up her furs for departure, turned on him abruptly from the threshold.
"It"s stupid, what you"re doing--stupid!" she exclaimed with unwonted vehemence.
He raised his head with a startled look. "What do you mean--what I"m doing?"
"The child misses Justine. You ought to send for her."
Mr. Langhope"s hands dropped to the arms of his chair, and he straightened himself up with a pale flash of indignation. "You"ve had moments lately----!"
"I"ve had moments, yes; and so have you--when the child came back to us, and we stood there and wondered how we could keep her, tie her fast...and in those moments I saw...saw what she wanted...and so did you!"
Mr. Langhope turned away his head. "You"re a sentimentalist!" he flung scornfully back.
"Oh, call me any bad names you please!"
"I won"t send for that woman!"
"No." She fastened her furs slowly, with the gentle deliberate movements that no emotion ever hastened or disturbed.
"Why do you say no?" he challenged her.
"To make you contradict me, perhaps," she ventured, after looking at him again.
"Ah----" He shifted his position, one elbow supporting his bowed head, his eyes fixed on the ground. Presently he brought out: "Could one ask her to come--and see the child--and go away again--for good?"
"To break the compact at your pleasure, and enter into it again for the same reason?"
"No--no--I see." He paused, and then looked up at her suddenly. "But what if Amherst won"t have her back himself?"
"Shall I ask him?"
"I tell you he can"t bear to hear her name!"
"But he doesn"t know why she has left him."
Mr. Langhope gathered his brows in a frown. "Why--what on earth--what possible difference would that make?"
Mrs. Ansell, from the doorway, shed a pitying glance on him. "Ah--if you don"t see!" she murmured.
He sank back into his seat with a groan. "Good heavens, Maria, how you torture me! I see enough as it is--I see too much of the cursed business!"
She paused again, and then slowly moved a step or two nearer, laying her hand on his shoulder.
"There"s one thing you"ve never seen yet, Henry: what Bessy herself would do now--for the child--if she could."
He sat motionless under her light touch, his eyes on hers, till their inmost thoughts felt for and found each other, as they still sometimes could, through the fog of years and selfishness and worldly habit; then he dropped his face into his hands, hiding it from her with the instinctive shrinking of an aged grief.
XLI
AMHERST, Cicely"s convalescence once a.s.sured, had been obliged to go back to Hanaford; but some ten days later, on hearing from Mrs. Ansell that the little girl"s progress was less rapid than had been hoped, he returned to his father-in-law"s for a Sunday.
He came two days after the talk recorded in the last chapter--a talk of which Mrs. Ansell"s letter to him had been the direct result. She had promised Mr. Langhope that, in writing to Amherst, she would not go beyond the briefest statement of fact; and she had kept her word, trusting to circ.u.mstances to speak for her.
Mrs. Ansell, during Cicely"s illness, had formed the habit of dropping in on Mr. Langhope at the tea hour instead of awaiting him in her own drawing-room; and on the Sunday in question she found him alone.
Beneath his pleasure in seeing her, which had grown more marked as his dependence on her increased, she at once discerned traces of recent disturbance; and her first question was for Cicely.
He met it with a discouraged gesture. "No great change--Amherst finds her less well than when he was here before."
"He"s upstairs with her?"
"Yes--she seems to want him."
Mrs. Ansell seated herself in silence behind the tea-tray, of which she was now recognized as the officiating priestess. As she drew off her long gloves, and mechanically straightened the row of delicate old cups, Mr. Langhope added with an effort: "I"ve spoken to him--told him what you said."