In all this time there had been no mention of that other Brian--the owner of Wendover Abbey. No word of congratulation had come to Ida from him upon the change in her fortunes; nor had her husband told her of any communication from his cousin. She concluded, therefore, that Brian the elder had made no sign. It might be that he had dismissed her from his mind as unworthy of further thought or care. He had discovered her falsehood, her worthlessness, and she was no longer the woman he had once loved and honoured She had pa.s.sed out of his life, like an evil dream which he had dreamed and forgotten.
His voice had been silent when those other voices--the Colonel"s and the Curate"s--had told her that it was her duty to fulfil the vow she had vowed before G.o.d"s altar: to share her husband"s fate for good or ill.
Brian, her lover of a few minutes before, had held his peace. What had he thought of her in those bitter moments? Had there been one touch of pity mingled with his scorn? She could not tell. He had made no sign.
From the moment of her friends arrival she had tremulously expected some mention of Mr. Wendover"s name; but that name had not been spoken. The silence was a relief: and yet she yearned to know something more: whether he had spoken of her with friendly feeling, whether he thought of her with compa.s.sion.
Not for worlds would she have questioned Bessie upon this subject: not even Bessie, whose childish love so invited confidence, before whose tender eyes she could never feel ashamed.
After that little talk about Brian Walford there followed a good deal of talk about Mr. Jardine. He was promised a living, not a big benefice by any means, but still an actual living and an actual Vicarage, in the vicinity of Salisbury Plain; and he and Bessie were to be married early in the following year, as soon as there were enough spring flowers to decorate Kingthorpe Church, the Colonel had said.
"It is to be in the time of daffodils, just before Lent," said Bess; "Easter comes late next year, you know."
"I don"t know; but no doubt you have found out all about it," Ida answered, laughing. "G.o.d bless you, dear, and make your wedded life one long honeymoon!"
"I have seen marriages like that," said Bess. "Father and mother, for instance. They are always spooning. Oh, Ida! doesn"t it seem dreadfully soon to be married?"
"There is plenty of time for reflection," answered Ida, with a sigh.
Bessie remembered how sudden a thing matrimony had been in her friend"s case.
"Ah, darling, I know what you are thinking about," she said tenderly.
"You married on the spur of the moment, and were just a little sorry afterwards; but I have been so fenced and guarded by parental wisdom that I could not do anything foolish--if I tried ever so. And then John is far too wise to propose anything wild or romantic--yet I think if he had come to me and said, "There is a dog-cart at the gate, let us drive over to Romsey Church and be married," I should hardly have known how to say no.
But, Ida, dear, tell me that your hasty marriage has turned out a happy one after all. Brian is so very nice. Confess now that you are happy with him!"
Bessie had intended scrupulously to avoid any such home question; but her feelings carried her away directly she began to talk of John Jardine.
"I cannot tell you a lie. Bessie; no, my life is not a happy one. All colour and brightness, all youthfulness and fervour, went out of me when I left Kingthorpe; but it is an endurable life, and I make the best of it."
"Brian is not unkind to you, I hope?" cried Bessie, prepared to be indignant.
"No, he is not unkind. I have no complaint to make against him."
"But surely he is nice," argued Bessie; "I have always thought him one of the nicest young men I know. He has very good manners, he knows a good deal, can talk of almost any subject, and he is full of life and spirits, when he wants to be amusing."
"I have no doubt he is a very agreeable person," answered Ida, gloomily.
"I have never disputed that. And yet our marriage was a mistake, all the same."
"But when you married him, surely then you must have cared for him, just a little?"
"I thought I did. It was the glamour of his imaginary wealth. It was the worship of the golden calf, exemplified in one of its vilest phases, a mercenary marriage."
"Do not lower yourself too much, dearest," pleaded Bessie hugging her friend"s arm affectionately, as they tramped across the withered bracken." You are too good to have been governed by any sordid feeling.
The delusion must have gone deeper?"
"It did. I married in a rhapsody of grat.i.tude, thinking that I had found a modern Cophetua. Say no more about it, Bess, if you love me!"
"I will never say another word, dear," sighed Bess; "but I do wish you had been single when you met the other Brian, for I know he was more than half in love with you. And now he is going off to the other end of the world again, and goodness knows if he will ever come back."
The upper tracts of heaven were beginning to grow gray, the sun was sinking in a bed of red and gold behind a clump of oaks on the edge of the horizon--the dark and delicate outline of leafless branches distinctly marked against that yellow light. Wimperfield Park was almost at its best upon such an afternoon as this, the turf soft and springy after autumnal rains, the atmosphere tranquil and balmy, and all animal creation--deer, oxen, rabbits, feathered game, and an innumerable army of rooks--full of life and motion. Ida was slow to reply to Bessie"s news about her cousin. The two girls walked on in silence for a little way, Vernon running ever so far ahead of them to look for fallen nuts in a grove of fine old Spanish chestnuts, which stood boldly out on the top of a hill.
"Don"t you feel sorry that he is going away?" asked Bessie at last; "just as he had established himself among us, and begun all kinds of improvement at the Abbey farm, and was even thinking of building new schools."
"It is a pity," said Ida.
"It is simply horrid. He is quite as bad as those Irish Absentees who are continually getting murdered; or he would be as bad, if he had not arranged with my father for the carrying on of all his plans while he is away."
"That is very good of him."
"Good, yes; but it will be a dreadful responsibility for poor father, and I daresay we shall all be worried about it. He will have builders on the brain till the work is finished. My poor John has promised to look after the schools; and he is so conscientious that he will wear himself to a shadow rather than neglect the smallest detail."
"But are you not pleased that he can be of so much use?"
"I am obliged to be pleased. I am going to be a clergyman"s wife; and I must teach myself to look at everything from the parochial point of view.
John and I will not belong to ourselves, but to our parish. Our own pleasure, our own health, our own interests, must be as nothing to us. We must only exist as machines for the maintenance of the proper church services and for the relief of the sick and poor."
"If you think it too hard a life, dear, there is time for you to draw back!"
"Oh, Ida, do you think I am like Lot"s wife, regretting the false frivolous world I am going to renounce? What life could be too hard shared with _him?_"
"G.o.d bless you, dear. I believe your life will be a very happy one," said Ida, earnestly, and with a touch of melancholy. There was so much that was enviable in Bessie"s fate. Then, after a pause, she said hesitatingly, "Do you know why your cousin is going to leave England?"
"No; I know no reason except his natural restlessness. He is a member of the Geographical, you know, and attends all their meetings. The other day he went up to hear some old fellow prose about the regions north of Afghanistan, and he was so interested that he made arrangements at once for an exploration on his own account. And I daresay he will get killed by some savage tribe, or die of fever."
"He is not going alone, I hope?"
"No, he has a friend almost as mad as himself, and they are going together. That will mean two for the savages to kill instead of one; and I suppose they will have an interpreter and two or three servants, which will be a few more for the savages."
"Let us hope they will not go into really dangerous places, There must be so much for a traveller to see in India, without running any great risks," said Ida, affecting a cheerful tone.
"But you know English travellers love to run risks. It is their only idea of enjoyment. A man like Brian is told of some mountain or some settlement where no Englishman has ever set his foot before, and he says, "That is the very place for me," and the experiment naturally results in his getting murdered." They had finished their ramble, and were in front of the portico by this time.
"Oh, Bessie!" said Ida, with a stifled sob, "life is full of sad changes.
Do you remember that summer afternoon, three mouths ago, when Vernon and Peter stood on those steps bidding us good-bye, as we drove away with your cousin? and now those two are lying at the bottom of the sea, and he is going to the other end of the world."
The Wendover visit was altogether a success. There was something so conciliating, so sympathetic, so entirely comfortable in Mrs. Wendover"s nature and outward characteristics, that Lady Palliser felt almost immediately at her ease with her, and forgot her newly-acquired manners, becoming a good deal more ladylike in consequence; since the strict and stern system of etiquette, formulated in the "Creme de la Creme," did not lie conformably to the original formation of the little woman"s disposition. To be free and easy, loquacious, fussy, and kind was f.a.n.n.y Palliser"s nature, and she became odious when she tried to restrain those simple impulses by the armour of formal manners.
"I never had a lady friend I liked better than Mrs. Wendover," she told Ida, in confidence, on the second day of the visit.
f.a.n.n.y Palliser was not quite so much at ease with Aunt Betsy. She had an idea that the spinster was satirical, and was inwardly critical of her shortcomings. She was impressed by the wide extent of Aunt Betsy"s information, most especially when that lady talked politics with Sir Reginald, and contrived to hem him into corners whence there was no logical thoroughfare. Aunt Betsy was Liberal to the verge of Radicalism; Sir Reginald a Tory of the good old pig-headed type, who looked upon all advance movements as revolutionary, and thought that his own party had gone mad.
"I don"t like strong-minded women," Lady Palliser told Ida when the guests had left. "I have no doubt Miss Wendover is very kind-hearted and generous--I"m sure her kindness to you was wonderful--but she is not _my_ idea of a lady. That brocade dinner-gown was lovely, and fitted her like a glove; but the way she put her elbows on the table when she talked to Sir Reginald at dessert--well, I never did!"
Brian Walford had made himself particularly agreeable during the brief visit of his kindred--agreeable to both sides of the house. It was his desire to stand well with both. He wanted his uncle and aunts to see that he was thought much of at Wimperfield--that he was a valued member of the household, respected and liked by his wife"s family, that he had done well for himself by his marriage, and that whatever cloud had overshadowed the opening of his wedded life had vanished altogether from his horizon. People so soon forgive and forget a little wrong-doing if the sinner comes comfortably out of his difficulties, and becomes a prosperous member of society. The Colonel and his wife, who had always liked Ida, liked her all the better now that they saw her established in a stately home--the only daughter of a man of fortune and position.
On the morning of her departure, Miss Wendover contrived to have a _tete-a-tete_ with Sir Reginald; in the course of which she informed him that she meant to leave half her money to her niece Bessie, and the other half to her nephew--Brian Walford.
"The land, of course, will go to Brian of the Abbey," she said. "We Wendovers can"t afford to divide the soil. Out chances of doing good in the land depend upon our having a large interest in the neighbourhood."
"Why, Miss Wendover, I thought you were a Radical!" exclaimed Sir Reginald.