From that time Miss Fennimore entertained a better opinion of Robina Underwood; but little recked Robina. She only felt secure that after this act of heroism Lance could not but gain the exhibition.
CHAPTER XVII
MIDSUMMER SUN
"For Phoebus" awful self encountered him Amid the battle throng invisible, In thickest darkness shrouded all his face; He stood behind, and with extended palm Dealt on Patroclus" neck and shoulder broad A mighty buffet."
Iliad, Book xvi. (EARL OF DERBY.)
Warmer weather came at last, and brought Mr. Froggatt back to his daily work, lifting a weight of responsibility from his young partner"s shoulders.
The cough mended too, but did not entirely cease; and when June came in with an unusual access of summer heat, there were those who felt it as trying as the sharp wind had been. One evening, when the home party had been sitting in the garden, and the fall of the dew sent Cherry indoors, Felix, as usual, gave her his arm, and lifted her step by step up the stairs. She felt, all over her frame, that what used to be almost nothing to the boy was a severe exertion to the man.
"You should not do it!" she said, as they both stood resting at the top, he leaning back against the wall, and wiping his forehead, where the big blue V of the veins stood out prominently.
"Having so often carried the calf--I should be able to carry--the cow," he said, the smile not disguising the panting of his voice.
"You are to be at the agricultural meeting at Dearport tomorrow. I wish you would just go and see Dr. Lee."
"I think I shall." And there they were interrupted.
Poor Geraldine! What worlds of apprehension were founded on that quiet a.s.sent, his first intimation that he believed himself unwell!
She kept absolute silence. She could not have uttered her terrors for ten thousand worlds.
She was on her couch under the apple-tree, in the late afternoon, trying to force her thoughts out of miserable possibilities, when she saw Felix come out of the house, flushed, heated, dusty, tired; but somehow she gathered hope from his air, as he threw himself down on the gra.s.s by her side, saying, "Mr. Froggatt sent me out to cool."
"Stella, dear," to the little one, who had her story-book at hand, "run and ask Sibby to bring Felix out a cup of tea." Then she tried to guess at his face, but durst not look at him fully. "Are you very tired?"
"Rather! That place was a mere oven of roaring! Well, Cherry,"
pulling off his neck-tie, and settling himself, with an elbow on her couch, and his back against the tree, "there"s nothing amiss with my lungs."
She shuddered all over, and almost bounded; then put her hand tenderly on his shoulder.
"Your doctor is a clever man, I can see," he continued. "He seemed to guess about me directly. He sounded my chest, and says it is all right now, but that there had been a little damage; he thought the long cough I had after the measles had left traces that this winter has told upon."
"Ah!" A great gasp.
"But there"s no active disease--none at all; nor likely, if I can shake off this remnant of cough, and get into condition before the winter."
Cherry sighed again at the white hand, and the network of blue veins on both it and the temple that was propped against it. "You must _indeed_!" she wistfully said.
"I _must_," said Felix, sighing too, as with little mind for the struggle. "I"ve brought home a detestable bottle of cod-liver oil on the spot, and am to take to all the good living I can swallow. Won"t that delight Mr. Froggatt s good old soul? Then the worst of it is that I am to go away to some sea place for the hottest of the weather."
"Oh, I"m so glad!"
"He taxed me with not taking food enough; and when I allowed that I had no turn for eating, insisted on this sea plan: but he laughed me to scorn when I asked whether I might not get a room at Dearport, and run backwards and forwards. "Ay," he said, "you have a good deal on your mind;" and I fell into the trap, and told him my partner had been ill, and we had a great deal to work up. And he went on to ask if I had not the charge of the family, and was not apt to get anxious about them; and he turned round on me, and ordered me to get a thorough holiday, and turn my back on everybody and everything; for there"s nothing the matter with me but overwork and hara.s.s--"
Something that did not amount to _and_ finished the sentence.
"O Felix, I know, I have felt," she said, the tears standing in her eyes, and the colour rushing into her face at this first venture.
"Have you--little foolish thing?" he answered, but shifting hand and elbow so that nothing of his face could be seen but a bit of brow and temple, and that was crimson to the roots of his hair. "Don"t take it for more than it ever was," he muttered.
"It was enough to hurt you grievously," whispered the sister.
"It ought not," he said. "It was only the putting out of a vain foolish hope I had no right to indulge. Eh, Cherry!" as she made a little sound, "tell me one thing; was it all imagination and folly that she--she could have--liked me?" He bent his head with almost as much suppressed emotion as if it had been a matter of present hope.
"Certainly not," said Cherry. "She liked your--your attentions; and I thought sometimes you were quite pulling her up to your level. If no one else--"
"I did not imagine it was visible," he interrupted. "I tried to be very guarded, but one does not know--"
"You were. Somehow one feels more than one sees."
"And you thought she did? Then at least I was not quite a fool? I fancied that there was response enough to what seems to have shown in spite of me to warrant the dream that if ever a time came--!"
"If she had had depth enough!"
"But, of course," said Felix in a tone of defence, "she never really knew; he guessed still less."
"No, I am sure he never guessed. There is that comfort," said Cherry.
"It is the greatest I have had all along," said Felix. "For the rest, it was no wonder."
"No," said Cherry; "but it all managed to fall in the very hardest way on you. No wonder it was too much for you!"
"It is odd," mused Felix, "how this one dream has seemed to take all the heart and soul out of one; there seemed no elasticity to meet other things. I must say all this doctor"s advice has been seeming an amazing amount of trouble for what is not very well worth having in the end."
"O Felix, Felix you will--"
"My Cherie, you don"t think I"d drop off the coach while you are in it if I can help it, to say nothing of the rest! I suppose every one has something of the sort in his turn, and I"ll take good care not to be let in for it again. Thank you, Cherry," he added presently, and now looking at her, "I am very glad to have had this out with you. I think I can make a fresh start now. What, silly little thing! crying, when I thought I had brought you good news!"
"You are quite sure you have told me all Dr. Lee said?" she demanded, holding his hands tight, and gazing into the face, which certainly, with the still heightened colour, looked both delicate and weary.
"You have been so much worse than you told!"
"No, indeed, I have felt very little but weariness and want of energy; but I am better now than I have felt for weeks. And what is more, Cherry, I don"t feel like getting worse. I mean to set myself to live to get through the work my father left me."
"Taking care of all of us! Is that all you care to live for, Felix?"
"All, just now. Don"t look shocked, Cherry. You know it is all very fresh" ("Five months--poor Felix!" thought she), "and there is the continual pain of knowing how wretched those people make the poor child. When she is happier, perhaps the shade will lighten. Don"t be afraid, you dear little thing" (he was answering her piteous eyes), "there"s plenty of time to recover it. I suppose I am really very young still."
"Not quite three and twenty! Oh, Felix! I am sure G.o.d will give you back happiness, you are so good and patient! Where will you go, and when?"
"How I wish you could go with me! Dr. Lee said he should like to send me to Switzerland; but as he might as well have said the moon, he said any sea place would do. Rest and good air are all that signifies; so I thought of Ewmouth, and then I might see Vale Leston again. I believe you want it as much as I. You are a little washed- out rag."
"I shall be all right when I know you are better." Then as Sibby brought out the tea, and Stella the toast she had insisted on making, he began to look at his short-hand notes. "Never mind those. You are to rest, you know.--Stella, little one, run to the office, and if Mr.