Mr. Frayling stared at her. "I--I beg your pardon, Elizabeth," he faltered in sheer astonishment. "What with you and your daughter, I am provoked past endurance. I don"t know what I am saying."
"No amount of provocation justifies such an attack upon your daughter"s reputation," Mrs. Frayling rejoined, following up her advantage. "If she had been that kind of girl she would not have objected to Colonel Colquhoun; and at any rate she has every right to as much of your charity as you give him."
"Women are different," Mr. Frayling ventured feebly.
"Are they?" said Mrs. Frayling, some of Evadne"s wisdom occurring to her with the old worn axiom upon which for untold ages the masculine excuse for self-indulgence at the expense of the woman has rested. "I believe Evadne is right after all. I shall get out her letters, and read them again. And what is more, I shall write to her just as often as I please."
Mr. Frayling stared again in his amazement, and then he walked out of the room without uttering another word. He had not foreseen the possibility of such spirited conduct on the part of his wife; but since she had ventured to revolt, the question of a public scandal was disposed of, and that being a consummation devoutly to be wished, he said no more, salving his l.u.s.t of power with the reflection that, by deciding the question for herself, she had removed all responsibility from his shoulders, and proved herself to be a contumacious woman and blameworthy. So long as there is no risk of publicity the domestic tyrannies of respectable elderly gentlemen of irascible disposition may be carried to any length, but once there is a threat of scandal they coil up.
By that one act of overt rebellion, Mrs. Frayling secured some comfort in her life for a few months at least, and taught her husband a little lesson which she ought to have endeavoured to inculcate long before. It was too late then, however, to do him any permanent good; the habit of the slave-driver was formed. When a woman sacrifices her individuality and the right of private judgment at the outset of her married life, and limits herself to "What thou biddest, unargued I obey," taking it for granted that "G.o.d is thy law," without making any inquiries, and accepting the a.s.sertion that "To know no more is woman"s happiest knowledge, and her praise," as confidently as if the wisdom of it had been proved beyond a doubt, and its truth had never been known to fail in a single instance, she withdraws from her poor husband all the help of her keener spiritual perceptions, which she should have used with authority to hold his grosser nature in check, and leaves him to drift about on his own conceit, prejudices, and inclinations, until he is past praying for.
There was a temporary lull at Fraylingay after that last battle, during which Mrs. Frayling wrote to her daughter freely and frequently. She described the fight she had had for her rights, and concluded: "Now the whole difficulty has blown over, and I have no more opposition to contend against"--to which Evadne had replied in a few words judiciously, adding:
"Before the curing of a strong disease, Even in the instant of repair and health, The fit is strongest; evils that take leave, On their departure most of all show evil."
CHAPTER XIX.
It came to be pretty generally known that all had not gone well with the Colquhouns immediately after their marriage. Something of the story had of necessity leaked out through the servants; but, as the Fraylings had the precaution, common to their cla.s.s, to keep their private troubles to themselves, n.o.body knew precisely what the difficulty had been, and their intimate friends, whom delicacy debarred from making inquiries, least of all. Lady Adeline just mentioned the matter to Mrs. Orton Beg, and asked, "Is it a difficulty that may be discussed?"
"No, better not, I think," the latter answered, and of course the subject dropped.
But poor Lady Adeline was too much occupied with domestic anxieties of her own at that time to feel more than a pa.s.sing gleam of sympathetic interest in other people"s. As Lord Dawne had hinted to Mrs. Orton Beg, it was now a question of how best to educate the twins. Their parents had made what they considered suitable arrangements for their instruction; but the children, unfortunately, were not satisfied with these. They had had a governess in common while they were still quite small; but Mr.
Hamilton-Wells had old-fashioned ideas about the superior education of boys, and consequently, when the children had outgrown their nursery governess, he decided that Angelica should have another, more advanced; and had at the same time engaged a tutor for Diavolo, sending him to school being out of the question because of the fear of further trouble from the artery he had severed. When this arrangement became known, the children were seen to put their heads together.
"Do we like having different teachers?" Diavolo inquired tentatively.
"No, we don"t," said Angelica.
Lady Adeline had tried to prepare the governess, but the latter brought no experience of anything like Angelica to help her to understand that young lady, and so the warning went for nothing. "A little affection goes a long way with a child." she said to Lady Adeline, "and I always endeavour to make my pupils understand that I care for them, and do not wish to make their lessons a task, but a pleasure to them."
"It is a good system, I should think," Lady Adeline observed, speaking dubiously, however.
"Can you do long division, my dear," the governess asked Angelica when they sat down to lessons for the first time.
"No, Miss Apsley," Angelica answered sweetly.
"Then I will show you how. But you must attend, you know,"--this last was said with playful authority.
So Angelica attended.
"How did you get on this morning?" Lady Adeline asked Miss Apsley anxiously afterward.
"Oh, perfectly!" the latter answered. "The dear child was all interest and endeavour."
Lady Adeline said no more; but such docility was unnatural, and she did not like the look of it at all.
Next day Angelica, with an innocent air, gave Miss Apsley a long division sum which she had completed during the night. It was done by an immense number of figures, and covered four sheets of foolscap gummed together.
Miss Apsley worked at it for an hour to verify it, and, finding it quite correct, she decided that Angelica knew long division enough, and must go on to something else. Her first impression was that she had secured a singularly apt pupil, and she was much surprised, when she began to teach Angelica the next rule in arithmetic, to find that she could _not_ make the dear child see it. Angelica listened, and tried, with every appearance of honest intention, getting red and hot with the effort; and she would not put the slate down; she would go on trying till her head ached, she was so eager to learn; but work as she might, she could do nothing but long division. Miss Apsley said she had never known anything so singular. Lady Adeline sighed.
For about a week, the twins "lay low."
The tutor had found it absolutely impossible to teach Diavolo anything.
The boy was perfectly docile. He would sit with his bright eyes riveted on his master"s face, listening with might and main apparently; but at the end of every explanation the tutor found the same thing. Diavolo never had the faintest idea of what he had been talking about.
At the end of a week, however, the children changed their tactics. When lessons ought to have begun one morning Diavolo went to Miss Apsley, and sat himself down beside her in Angelica"s place, with a smiling countenance and without a word of explanation; while Angelica presented herself to the tutor with all Diavolo"s books under her arm.
"Please, sir," she said, "there must have been some mistake. Diavolo and I find that we were mixed somehow wrong, and I got his mind and he got mine.
I can do his lessons quite easily, but I can"t do my own; and he can do mine, but he can"t do these"--holding up the books. "It"s like this, you see. I can"t learn from a lady, and he can"t learn from a man. So I"m going to be your pupil, and he"s going to be Miss Apsley"s. You don"t understand twins, I expect. It"s always awkward about them; there"s so often something wrong. With us, you know, the fact of the matter is that _I_ am Diavolo and _he_ is me."
The tutor and governess appealed to Mr. Hamilton-Wells, and Mr.
Hamilton-Wells sent for the twins and lectured them, Lady Adeline sitting by, seriously perplexed. The children stood to attention together, and listened respectfully; and then went back to their lessons with undeviating cheerfulness; but Diavolo did Angelica"s, and Angelica did his diligently, and none other would they do.
But this state of things could not continue, and in order to end it, Mr.
Hamilton-Wells had recourse to a weak expedient which he had more than once successfully employed unknown to Lady Adeline. He sent for the twins, and consulted their wishes privately.
"What do you want?" he asked.
"Well, sir," Diavolo answered, "we don"t think it"s fair for Angelica only to have a beastly governess to teach her when she knows as much as I do, and is a precious sight sharper."
"I taught you all you know, Diavolo, didn"t I?" Angelica broke in.
"Yes," said Diavolo, with a wise nod.
"And it is beastly unfair," she continued, "to put me off with a squeaking governess and long division, when I ought to be doing mathematics and Latin and Greek."
"My dear child, what use would mathematics and Latin and Greek be to you?"
Mr. Hamilton-Wells protested.
"Just as much use as they will to Diavolo," she answered decidedly. "He doesn"t know half as much about the good of education as I do. Just ask him." She whisked round on her brother as she spoke, and demanded: "Tell papa, Diavolo, what _is_ the use of being educated?"
"I am sure I don"t know," Diavolo answered impressively.
"My dear boy, mathematics are an education in themselves." Mr.
Hamilton-Wells began didactically, moving his long white hands in a way that always suggested lace ruffles. "They will teach you to reason."
"Then they"ll teach me to reason too," said Angelica, setting herself down on the arm of a chair as if she had made up her mind, and intended to let them know it. All her movements were quick, all Diavolo"s deliberate. "Men are always jeering at women in books for not being able to reason, and I"m going to learn, if there"s any help in mathematics," she continued. "I found something the other day--where is it now?" She was down on her knees in a moment, emptying the contents of her pocket on to the floor, and sifting them. There were two pocket-handkerchiefs of fine texture, and exceedingly dirty, as if they had been there for months (the one she used she carried in the bosom of her dress or up her sleeve), a ball of string, a catapult and some swan shot, a silver pen, a pencil holder, part of an old song book, a pocket book, some tin tacks, a knife with several blades and scissors, etc.; also a silver fruit knife, two coloured pencils, indiarubber, and a sc.r.a.p of dirty paper wrapped round a piece of almond toffee. This was apparently what she wanted, for she took it off the toffee, threw the latter into the grate--whither Diavolo"s eyes followed it regretfully--and spread the paper out on her lap, whence it was seen to be covered with cabalistic-looking figures.
"Here you are," she said. "I copied it out of a book the other day, and put it round the toffee because I knew I should be wanting that, and then I should see it every time I took it out of my pocket, and not forget it."
"But why did you throw the toffee away?" said Diavolo.
"Shut up, and listen," Angelica rejoined from the floor politely; and then she began to read: "Histories make men wise; poets witty; mathematics subtle; natural philosophy, deep, moral, grave; logic and rhetoric, able to contend." Now that"s what I want, papa. I want to know all that, and have a good time; and I expect I shall have to contend to get it!"
"You"ll soon learn how," said Diavolo encouragingly.