"Very well," said Thomas Underwood, much displeased. "I have no power here, and if you and that lad think he can take charge of a house and a dozen children, you must have it your own way. Only, when they have all gone to rack and ruin, and he is sick of being a little tradesman in a country town, he will remember what I said."
Felix forced back his resentful feelings, and contrived to say, "Yes, sir, I know it is a great disadvantage, and that you only wish for our good; but I do not think anything would be so bad for the children as to be all cast about the world, with no place to go to, and becoming strangers to one another; and since there is this way of keeping them together, it seems right."
The steadiness of his manner struck Mr. Underwood, and the reply was not unkind.
"You are a good boy at bottom, Felix, and mean well, and I am only sorry not to be able to hinder you from throwing yourself away for life by trying to do what is morally impossible, in a foolish spirit of independence. Do not interrupt. I warn you that I am not to be appealed to for getting you out of the difficulties you are plunging into; but of course your brother and sister will be mine as before; and as I promised myself to do the same by your mother as by your father--my near cousins both--here is to cover necessary expenses."
It was a cheque for 150, pounds the same as he had given on the former occasion; and though Felix had rather not have taken it, he had little choice, and he brought himself to return cold but respectful thanks; and Mr. Underwood did not manifest any more displeasure, but showed himself very kind at the meal that was spread in Mr. Audley"s sitting-room, and even invited Wilmet to accompany Alda, when she joined the family in a week"s time at Brighton, so as to have sea air for the remainder of her holidays.
Nothing could be more reluctant than was Wilmet at first, but there was a chorus of persuasions and promises; and the thought of being a little longer in Alda"s presence made her waver and almost consent.
Ferdinand Travis came in, but had only time for a greeting and a hasty meal, before Mr. Underwood"s carriage came round; and, nothing loth, he gave a lift to the Mexican millionaire to the station with him and Edgar. So, for the last time, had all the thirteen been at home together.
CHAPTER X
THE FAMILY COBWEB ON THE MOVE
"Oh! the auld house, the auld house, What though the rooms were wee; Oh! kind hearts were dwelling there, And bairnies full of glee."
Lady Nairn.
Every one except Edgar would, it was hoped, stay at home till after the Epiphany, that most marked anniversary of birth and death.
Clement at first declared it impossible, for St. Matthew"s could not dispense with him on the great day; and Fulbert grinned, and nudged Lance at his crest-fallen looks, when he received full leave of absence for the next three weeks.
But Lance was bursting with reverse troubles. The same post had brought him a note from his organist; and that "stupid old Dean" as he irreverently called him, had maliciously demanded "How beautiful are the feet," with the chorus following, and n.o.body in the choir was available to execute the solo but Lance. He had sung it once or twice before; and if he had the music, and would practise at home, he need only come up by the earliest train on the Epiphany morning; if not, he must arrive in time for a practice on the 5th; he would be wanted at both the festival and Sunday services, but might return as early as he pleased on Monday the 9th.
Lance did not receive the summons in an exemplary spirit. It is not certain that he did not bite it. He rolled on the floor, and contorted himself in convulsions of vexation; he "bothered" the Dean, he "bothered" the Precentor, he "bothered" the Organist, he "bothered" Shapcote"s sore throat, he "bothered" Harewood"s wool- gathering wits, he "bothered" his own voice, and thereby caused Clement to rebuke him for foolish murmurs instead of joy in his gift.
"A fine gift to rejoice in, to make one be whipped off by an old fogey, when one most wants to be at home! I thank my stars I can"t sing!" said Fulbert.
"I should thank mine if Bill Harewood had any sense," said Lance, sitting up in a heap on the floor. "He can go quite high enough when he pleases; only, unluckily, a goose of a jackdaw must needs get into the cathedral just as Bill had got to sing the solo in "As pants the hart;" and there he stood staring with his mouth wide open--and no wonder, for it was sitting on the old stone-king"s head! Wasn"t Miles in a rage; and didn"t he vow he"d never trust a solo to Harewood again if he knew it! Oh, I say, Wilmet--Fee, I know! Do let me bring Bill back with me on Monday morning; and he could go by the six o"clock train. Oh, jolly!"
"But is he really a nice boy, Lance?" asked Wilmet, doubtfully.
"Oh, isn"t he just? You"ll see! His father is a Vicar-choral, you know, lives in our precincts; his private door just opposite ours, and "tis the most delicious house you ever saw! You may make as much row as you please, and n.o.body minds!"
"I know who Mr. Harewood is. Librarian too, is he not?" said Felix.
"I have heard people laughing about his good-natured wife."
"Aren"t they the people who were so kind to you last year, Lance,"
asked Cherry, "when you could not come home because of the measles?"
"Of course. Do let me bring him, Fee," entreated Lance; "he is no end of a chap--captain of our form almost always--and such a brick at cricket! I told him I"d show him the potteries, and your press, and our organ, and everything--and it is such a chance when we are all at home! I shall get the fellows to believe now that my sisters beat all theirs to shivers."
"Can you withstand that flattering compliment, Wilmet?" said Felix, laughing. "I can"t!"
"He is very welcome," said Wilmet; "only, Lance, he must not stay the night, for there really is not room for another mouse."
The little girls had heard so much about Bill Harewood, that they were much excited; but their sympathy kindly compensated for the lack of that of the elder brothers. Fulbert p.r.o.nounced that a cathedral chorister could never be any great shakes; and Clement could not forgive one who had been frivolous enough to be distracted by a jackdaw; but Lance, trusting to his friend"s personal attractions to overcome all prejudice, trotted blithely off to the organist- schoolmaster, to beg the loan of the music, and received a promise of a practice in church in the evening. Meantime, he begged Clement to play the accompaniment for him on the old piano. Neither boy knew that it had been scarcely opened since their father"s hand had last lingered fondly upon it. Music had been found to excite their mother to tears; Geraldine resembled Fulbert in unmusicalness, and Wilmet had depended on school, the brothers on their choir-practice, so that the sound was like a new thing in the house; nor was any one prepared either for the superiority of Clement"s playing, or for the exceeding beauty and sweetness of Lance"s singing. No one who appreciated the rare quality of his high notes wondered that he was indispensable; Geraldine could hardly believe that the clear exquisite proclamation, that came floating as from an angel voice, could really come from the little, slight, grubby, dusty urchin, who stood with clasped hands and uplifted face; and Clement himself--though deferring the communication till Lance was absent, lest it should make him vain-- confided to Wilmet that they had no such voice at St Matthew"s, and it was a shame to waste him on Anglicans.
Wilmet hardly entered into this enormity. She had made a discovery which interested her infinitely more. Little Theodore, hitherto so inanimate, had sat up, listened, looked with a dawning of expression in the eyes that had hitherto been clear and meaningless as blue porcelain, and as the music ceased, his inarticulate hummings continued the same tune. Could it be that the key to the dormant senses was found? His eyes turned to the piano, and his finger pointed to it as soon as he found himself in the room with it, and the airs he heard were continually reproduced in his murmuring sounds; that "How beautiful!" which had first awakened the gleam--his own birthday anthem--being sure to recur at sight of Lance; while a doleful Irish croon, Sibby"s regular lullaby, always served for her, and the "Hardy Norseman" for Felix, who had sometimes whistled it to him. Wilmet spent every available moment in awaking the smile on the little waxen face that had never responded before; it seemed to be just the cheering hope she needed to revive her spirits, only she was almost ready to renounce her journey with Alda for the sake of cultivating the new-found faculty.
No one would permit this; and indeed, so far from waiting to be exhibited to Lance"s friend, the two sisters received their billet de route on the very day he was expected; and there was no appeal, since a housekeeper was to travel from Centry, who would take charge of them to London, whence they would go down with Mr. Underwood. Poor Wilmet was much dismayed at leaving Geraldine to what they both regarded as the unprecedented invasion of a strange boy; indeed, the whole charge made Cherry"s heart quail, though she said little of her fears, knowing the importance of Wilmet"s having and enjoying her holiday; and Mr. Audley promised extra aid in keeping order among the boys.
But as they came in that evening from the practice at the church, to which Clement had insisted on their coming to hear Lance, Mr. Audley beckoned Felix to his room with the words, "There"s a thing I want to talk over with you."
Felix recollected those ominous words to Mr. Underwood, and stood warming his hands in dread of what might be coming. It was all he feared.
"I wanted to say--I wanted to tell you--" began Mr. Audley. "I would not have chosen this time, but that I think it may save Wilmet something to be able to tell her friends that the present arrangement is to cease."
"Wilmet!" exclaimed Felix; then bethinking himself. "Was _that_ what Tom Underwood meant? But you will not trouble yourself about such rubbish."
"Well, you see," began the Curate, with heightening colour, "it can"t be denied that your sister _has_ grown up, and that things are changed."
"Mrs. Froggatt _did_ ask me if you were going on here," said Felix, still unconvinced; "but can"t we leave people to be _stoopid_ without interfering with us?"
"Felix, you ought to be a better protector to your sisters. You would not like to have my Lady remonstrating--nay, maybe writing to my mother: she is quite capable of it."
Felix"s cheeks were in a flame. "If people would mind their own business," he said; "but if they _will_ have it so--"
"They are right, Felix," said the Curate quietly; "appearances must be carefully heeded, and by you almost more than by any one. Your slowness to understand me makes me almost doubtful about my further design."
"Not going away altogether!"
"Not immediately; but things stand thus--Dr. White, my old tutor, you know, and Fernan"s, is nearly sure of the new Bishopric in Australia, and he wants me."
Felix hardly repressed a groan.
"Any way I should not go immediately; but when your father spoke to me about the guardianship, he made me promise not to let it stand in the way of any other call. I fancied he had mission work in his mind, and it disposes me the more to think I ought not to hold back; but while your dear mother lived, I would not have gone."
"Yes, you have been very good to us," was all Felix could say. "But when?"
"Not for some time; but I am not going this moment. Three months"
notice Mr. Bevan must have, and if he requires it, six; I must spend some time at home, and very like shall not be off till you are of age--certainly not if I find there is any difficulty in handing the management of things over to you. How long I remain with you must depend on circ.u.mstances. How much notice must you give before leaving this house?"
"I do not know--half a year, I fancy. You think we ought to give it up? I suppose it is too large for us now."
"And you could take no lodger but one of the old-lady type."
"Horrid!" said Felix. "Well, we will see; but it will be a great stroke on poor Cherry--she can remember nothing before this house."
"It will be very good for her to have no old a.s.sociations to sit brooding over."