"What"s this?"
"We hope you and your brother will join us in a picnic at Kitt"s Head on Sat.u.r.day.
"Having discharged my ladies" commission, I proceed to that which I have authority from your relation for intimating to you--namely, that failing heirs of his own son, he has entailed the Vale Leston property upon you, thus rendering its alienation by the Reverend Fulbert impossible. I believe the arrangement was made within the last week. Congratulations would hardly be suitable, but I cannot refuse myself the pleasure of saying how sincerely I rejoice."
"What--what?" cried Lance, jumping up. "You to have that splendiferous river, and the salmon, and all. Won"t you get a magnificent organ for that church?"
"My dear Lance, don"t you see that all this means is, that if young Fulbert has no children, I shall come after him."
"Oh, he won"t! I"m sure he won"t. Things always do come right. Oh, what a coup d"etat mine was after all! Things always do come right.
You, that were born to it! Didn"t old Tripp say how they had had the bells rung for you? I should like to set them going this minute!"
"They should be on your own cap, then!" said Felix, laughing and yet sharing in a castle or two--how Cherry should have a pony-carriage!
how Clement should be turned loose upon the Church! how Lance should pursue the salmon at home and the humanities at the University! how Bernard should have a real good gentleman"s education--but Felix soon brought himself back again. "Remember, Lance, not a word of this at home or anywhere else."
"Not tell any one ?" cried the boy, crest-fallen.
"Don"t you see, Lance, besides the impropriety of talking of what involves two deaths, it would be the most senseless thing in the world to let this make the least difference. Old Fulbert may change his mind, or young Fulbert have a son; at any rate, he is not five- and-thirty, and just as likely as not to outlive me."
"Fee! Fee! you are quite well, you wretched Norseman!"
"Oh! I didn"t mean _that_; but anybody may outlive anybody for that matter. Anyway, there"s no chance of any of these schemes coming to pa.s.s while we are young enough to care, even if they ever do; and if they unsettle us now, it would be unmitigated damage."
"I see that," said Lance; "but as, by good luck, I"m No. 8, it can"t do me much harm to think about it, and I don"t see why the others should not."
"Do you think some of them would be content to go on as we are doing, with this in their heads? And if any one in the town knew it, whatever I might do, people would think I was getting above my business. I doubt whether even Froggy himself would have the same reliance on me."
"Then shan"t you even tell Wilmet and Cherry?"
"I hope not. I don"t think Wilmet could keep it from Alda, or Cherry from Edgar; and just imagine what it would be to have it come round through Kensington Palace Gardens that we were reckoning on it!
Besides, it will make no earthly difference to anybody, unless, maybe, to Edgar"s son."
The mention of such a being brought Felix somehow to a sudden silence; and in the meantime supper and a candle were brought in, revealing a thick letter from Geraldine, which had at first escaped notice. There were two enclosures; but as Felix read her writing, he broke out with an exclamation of consternation that startled Lance.
"Hollo! What is it?" And as he received no answer--"Wilmet"s not given up Jack? Eh? Nor Cherry fallen in love next? Clem hasn"t turned bare-footed friar?" crowding together the wildest suggestions he could think of to force answer.
"Hush! That dear child--"
"She doesn"t want to be a sister? You"ll tell her you"d see her at Jericho first!"
"No. It is about her foot."
"Not worse!"
"No; but, dear little thing, she wants to have it taken off, because she fancies if she was more effective, it might be one difficulty out of Wilmet"s way!"
"She"s a blessed little brick! But would it be so?"
"Well, I remember in the time of the measles, the last time I ever let that fellow Rugg come near her, he thought proper to tell somebody in her hearing that if she was in a fit state of health, it would be the only remedy. She wasn"t, and it was quite uncalled for, and it put the poor little thing in such an agony, that at last Sibby came and wrapped me up in a blanket to sit by her, and talk very big about n.o.body being able to do it without my leave, and my not intending to consent to any such thing. I thought she had forgotten all about it, but it seems that she has not; and she imagines that, as she says, "with a cork foot that I could stand upon, instead of always keeping this one up in fear of hurting it, I could get about the house with only a stick, and be of some use, and then dear Mettie"s happiness might not be so far off.""
"And what does Mettie say?"
"She knows nothing; Cherry implores me not to tell her, for she says that it would be impossible for Mettie to come and nurse her, and she would rather have Sister Constance than any one."
"Than Mettie! Deluded child!" cried Lance.
"Her great wish is to have it done now at St. Faith"s. She told Clement before she left home, because she thought they would insist on some one at home knowing; but "Don"t think me very sly," she says; "I would not tell Sister Constance what was in my head till I came here, for fear she should think it her duty to speak to Wilmet; and now, they will not hear of it without your knowing. I did wish to have surprised you all! About the cost I have thought. You know Dr.
Lee attends me for nothing while I am here, and I told you that Sister Constance has sent up all my book of ill.u.s.trations of Queen Isabel, and some of the water-coloured drawings, to her sister, Lady Liddesdale, and how much she has been getting for them--quite enough to set me up with a foot that will not be half such a nuisance as this old dead-alive one, which has never let me have any peace these twelve years. I am trying to be good; but indeed I feel as if it might be wrong to try to be rid of my cross. So I abide by your decision, dear Felix. You are my king, and I put myself in your hands; only you must not be anxious. You should have known nothing if I could have helped it.""
"Go on," grunted Lance, with his face hidden, as Felix paused.
"That"s all; but here are notes from Sister Constance and Dr. Lee."
The Sister"s explanation was that it had been entirely Geraldine"s own thought, and that her willingness and eagerness made a great difference in such a nature as hers. She told Felix not to think of coming--the fewer the better; and he could come in a few hours in case of need. It was advisable that the decision should be made quickly, since to nervous sensitiveness like Cherry"s the very effort to bear suspense reacted on the bodily frame. "If you know what I mean," concluded Sister Constance, "heroism is likely to carry the little creature through what would be far more trying if this were proposed to her for her own sake."
And Dr. Lee"s letter gave the medical view, decidedly inclining to the opinion that the probabilities were in favour of the operation, and that the conditions were never likely to be more promising than at present.
"Dear child! I wish I were there!"
"Can"t we go?"
"What, you? Think of the train."
Lance shook his head. "Couldn"t I stay by myself, and you run up?"
"I don"t think I can help it.
But the excitement of the evening broke Lance"s sleep, and the next day he was quite ill; while Felix not only saw that he must not be left, but perceived after the first that Sister Constance"s warning ought to be respected, and that an arrival would only agitate Cherry"s nerves. So he wrote his sanction with a very heavy heart, betraying as little emotion as was consistent with the tenderness so essential to support brave but fragile little Geraldine.
The anxiety seemed to have swallowed up the recollection of Mr.
Staples" message; indeed, it was not willingly that Felix answered his note, and made a half engagement to the picnic.
Felix was struck by seeing how much, under the circ.u.mstances, Lance missed the daily service to which he had been used all his life.
"I didn"t mind it at first," said the chorister, "it seemed a part of the holiday; but somehow the day seems all stupid and astray without it."
But there was no church with it to be heard of; and indeed one attempt on Sunday at East Ewmouth resulted in Lance"s collapsing into some of his most distressing symptoms, caused, as he declared, by the overpowering might and untuneableness of the singing, but quite bad enough to make Felix resolve against permitting further experiments, and thus walk off by himself on the next Wednesday forenoon when he heard the bell.
There was a long lecture that he had not bargained for, and when he came out with a slightly impatient impulse, the first thing he saw was a blue umbrella, a white hat, and a hand waving a paper. In silence Felix read--
"Constance Somerville to Felix Underwood.--11.30. Favourably over. No cause for anxiety."
They were rather grave and awe-struck, and scarcely spoke all the way home--indeed, Felix was chiefly thinking how to get Lance home out of the sun without hurrying or over-heating him, but after dinner came a reaction; the boy went frantic with admiration of a beautiful yacht that was standing into the bay, and Felix, with his letter to Sister Constance to write, one to Australia to finish, and his leading articles to draw up, was forced to command peace in something of the old rough-and-ready style; and even when Lance vanished, he was to be heard singing sc.r.a.ps of comic songs in the distance.
By and by he came in carrying a board taller than himself. "Please your Majesty, I"ll be as mute as a mole; but I must do this here, for Mrs. Pettigrew is baking."
"What in the name of wonder, have you got there?" asked Felix, as Lance proceeded to lay his board on the sofa (his day and Felix"s night--bed) and place on it a white and soppy ma.s.s.