"He has no business to be always bothering about Fernando here-- Fernando there--Fernando for ever. I shall have him coming up to school a regular spoon, and just not know what to do with him."
"Well, Fulbert, I think if you had a broken leg you"d wish some one to speak to you. At any rate, I can"t have Lance bullied for his good nature; I was very near doing it myself once, but I was shamed out of it."
"Were you--were you, indeed?" cried Fulbert, delighted at this confession of human nature; and Felix could not help laughing. And that laugh did much to bring him down from the don to the brother. At any rate, Fulbert ceased his persecution in aught but word.
Robina, always Lance"s companion, followed him devotedly, and only hung about the stairs forlorn when he went to Fernando without her; or if admitted, she was quite content to sit serenely happy in her beloved Lance"s presence, expecting neither notice nor amus.e.m.e.nt, only watching their occupation of playing at draughts. Sometimes, however, Lance would fall to playing with her, and they would roll on the floor, a tumbling ma.s.s of legs, arms, and laughter, to the intense diversion of Fernando, to whom little girls were beings of an unknown order.
So came on Christmas, with the anniversaries so sweet and so sad, and the eve of holly-dressing, when a bundle of bright sprays was left by some kind friend at No. 8, and Lance and Bobbie were vehement to introduce Fernando to English holly and English decking.
Geraldine suggested that they had better wait for either Mr. Audley or Wilmet to come in, but for this they had no patience, and ran down with their arms full of the branches, and their tongues going with the description of the night"s carols, singing them with their sweet young voices as they moved about the room. Fernando knew now what Christmas meant, but the joy and exhilaration of the two children, seemed to him strange for such a bygone event. He asked them if they would have any treat.
"Oh no! except, perhaps, Mr. Audley said he should drink tea one day," said Robina. And then she broke out again, "Hark! the herald angels," like a little silver bell.
Suddenly there was a cry of dismay. She had been standing on a chair over the mantelpiece, sticking holly into the ornaments, behind and under which, in true man"s fashion, a good many papers and letters had acc.u.mulated. One of these papers--by some unlucky movement--fell, and by a sudden waft of air floated irrevocably into the hottest place in the fire.
"O dear! oh dear!" wailed Robina.
"That"s a pretty go," cried Lancelot.
"That comes of your open fires," observed Fernando.
"What was it?" asked Lance.
"I don"t know. I think it was a list of names! Oh! how vexed he"ll be, and Wilmet; for she told me never to get on a chair over the fender, and I forgot." Bobbie"s round face was puckering for a cry.
"No, no, don"t cry, Bob; I told you to get up, and I"ll say so," said Lance, smothering her in his arms after the wont of consoling brothers.
"I dare say he"ll not miss it," said Fernando good-naturedly; "he very seldom meddles with those things."
Bobbie"s great round gray eyes came out over Lance"s shoulder, and flashed amazement and wrath at him. "I"m not going to tell stories,"
she said stoutly.
"No," said Lance, equally scandalised; "I thought you had learnt better, Fernando."
Robina, be it observed, was ignorant of Fernando"s untaught state.
"I only said you could hold your tongue," was of course Fernando"s rejoiner.
"That"s just as bad," was the little girl"s response.
"But, Lance, you held your tongue about your black eye."
"That"s my affair, and _n.o.body else"s_," said Lance, flushing up and looking cross at the allusion.
"And Fulbert told!" added Robina.
"Will they punish you?" asked Fernando.
"I think Wilmet will, because it was disobedience! I don"t think she"ll let me have any b.u.t.ter at tea," Bobbie nearly sobbed. "Mr.
Audley won"t punish! But he"ll look--" and she quite cried now.
"And do you like that better than not telling?" said Fernando, still curious.
She looked up, amazed again. "I must! I don"t like it! But I couldn"t ever have a happy Christmas if I didn"t tell! I wish they would come that I might have it over."
The street door opened at the moment, and Mr. Audley and Wilmet came in together from Lady Price"s convocation of the parish staff.
Fernando heard the sobbing confession in the pa.s.sage, and Lance"s a.s.surance that he had been art and part in the disobedience, and Wilmet gravely blaming the child, and Mr. Audley telling her not to think so much about the loss as the transgression; and then the door was shut, and he heard no more, till Mr. Audley came in, examined the chimney-piece, and performed the elegy of the list in a long low whistle.
"Is much harm done?" Fernando asked.
"Not much; only I must go and get another list made out, and I am afraid I shall not be able to come in again before church."
"I hope they have not punished her?"
"Wilmet recommended not taking the prize prayer-book to church, and she acquiesced with tears in her eyes. A good child"s repentance is a beautiful thing--
""O happy in repentance" school So early taught and tried.""
These last words were said to himself as he picked up his various goods, and added, "I must get some tea at the Rectory. I am sorry to leave you, but I hope one of them will come down."
They did not, except that they peeped in for a moment to wish him good-night, and regretted that they had not known him to be alone.
As Felix was going out to begin the Christmas Feast in the darkness of morning, he looked in as he usually did, since Mr. Audley, sleeping out of the house, never came in till after early church. The nurse, who still slept in the room, was gone to dress; there was only a flickering night-light, and the room looked very desolate and forlorn, still more so the voice that called out to him, "Felix! oh, Felix! is that you?"
"Yes. A happy Christmas to you," said Felix.
"Happy--! there was a sort of groan.
"Why, what"s the matter? have you had a bad night? Aren"t you so well?"
"I don"t know. Come here, I must speak to you."
Felix was, as usual, in a great haste, but the tone startled him.
"Felix, I can"t stand this any longer. I must let you know what a frightful, intolerable wretch I"ve been. I tried to teach Lance to bet."
"Fernando!" He was so choked with indignation, he could not say more.
"He wouldn"t do it. Not after he understood it. It seems he tried it with another little boy at school, and one of the bigger ones boxed his ears and rowed him."
"Ay; Bruce promised me to look after him."
"So he refused. He told me he was on his honour to you not to stay if I did anything your father would have disapproved. He did leave me once, when I would not leave off."
"But how could you?"