"I"ve just done. I"ll come and help you. But where can the boy be? In the garden?"
"No," said Wilmet, taking a survey from the window.
"I have hardly seen him all day," added Alda. "I suppose he has pursuits of his own."
"Pursuits!" said Felix, looking really anxious; "poor little chap, he can"t do without constant care and quiet!"
Wilmet made no answer, but rose and left the room; Alda muttered something about his looking quite well, which Felix did not stay to hear, following his sister out with a word about looking for him. At the same moment a little soft hand was thrust into his, and Stella, as soon as the door was shut, said, "Please, I know where Lance is, but it"s a secret."
"Not from me, I hope?" said Felix, catching her up in his arms.
"I think not," said Stella meditatively. "He only told me not to let Bear and Tedo know, because they make a row. He is only up over the back warehouse, where he used to play the fiddle to us last Easter."
"The only cool quiet place he could find!" said Felix, with more of a look of reproach than he had ever given Wilmet.
It went to her heart. "I did not know what to do," she said meekly.
"I wanted very much to go into the barrack ourselves, but Alda said it would kill her, and you know it has always been a sore subject that we would not let her have Mr. Froggatt"s room. I ought not to have given way."
"Alda"s selfishness is a great power," muttered Felix; and Wilmet was too much ashamed to contradict him, except by "She is vexed because she has not heard from Ferdinand," as they hastily made their way to the warehouse, which, being on the north side of higher buildings, never did get scorched through.
Felix went up a step-ladder, Wilmet following; and there, sure enough, was Lance, lying in a nest of paper shavings, with head on his air-pillow. "Oh, you"ve unearthed me, have you? I wish you"d let me stay here all night!" he said, with some weary fretfulness; but the next moment burst into a peal of laughter, as Wilmet"s head appeared above the floor. "Pallas Athene ascends! Oh! what a place it would be to act a play--only then all the fry would find it out! I hope they haven"t! I told the Star not to tell!"
"My poor dear Lance, is this the only quiet place you could find? and you let us all neglect you, and never complained!" exclaimed Wilmet, kissing his hot forehead.
"Why, it"s only my stupidity," said Lance, wearily but gratefully; "and you can"t make places quiet or cool! If you would just let me sleep here!"
"No; but you shall have Mr. Froggatt"s room. He will not want it now.
Come along, Lance, we"ll bring your things down. The barrack is a great deal too hot for you to go into!"
He did not make any resistance; but as they landed from the ladder, threw his arm round Wilmet, and leant against her with a sort of lazy mischievous tenderness, as he said, "Isn"t the Froggery wanted for-- somebody else?" and tried to look up in her face.
"Ferdinand always goes to the Fortinbras Arms," answered Wilmet, with admirable composure.
"Oh! that"s a precedent," said Lance, ostentatiously winking at Felix, who was very glad the ice was broken. "When is he coming, Mettie?"
"I think Alda hoped he might have run down to-night, on hearing of your return."
There they paused while entering the house and going upstairs, but no sooner were they in the barrack, which was certainly insufferably hot, than Lance returned to the charge.
"But when is _he_ coming? Not Fernan--he"s an old story."
"Yes, said Felix, walking up to Wilmet to fold together the corners of the sheets they were stripping from Lance"s bed, and looking into her eyes so archly as to bring up an incarnadine blush, "I want particularly to improve my acquaintance, if you don"t.--What shall we do, Lance?"
"Advertise in Pur," suggested Lance. "The editor returned. Young men may apply!"
"Don"t, boys!" exclaimed Wilmet, in tones belonging to bygone days, when neither she nor Felix had been too serious to tease or be teased. "He is much better than you," she added, with a pretty confused petulance, when Felix put on a pleading inquisitive face.
"When he found we didn"t like it he went away to visit his uncle."
"Better than we! There, Lance!" said Felix, in a gratified provoking tone of discovery.
"In one sense," said Wilmet, walking down before him.
"I am very glad you have found it out," added Felix, as they entered Mr. Froggatt"s cool well-blinded bedroom, the only well-furnished one in the house.
"It is no laughing matter," said Wilmet seriously.
"That"s well," was the dry answer.
But there Felix perceived that she was on the verge of tears, and he kindly and quietly helped her to despatch her arrangements for Lance before any more was said; only as they turned to bid the tired boy goodnight, he said, "Where does the uncle live? I shall telegraph to- morrow, you cruel person!"
"Hush! silly boy--goodnight," said Wilmet, with a quivering voice, then, as she shut the door, "Please don"t go on this way, Felix--I wouldn"t have had it happen for any consideration."
"I suppose not," said Felix, as they returned to the twilight garden; but as it has--Why, my Mettie, dear!" as she pressed close to him, and hid her face on his shoulder, with a strong craving for the help and sympathy from which the motherless girl had hitherto been debarred.
"O Felix! I wish he would not be so good and kind! I wish you would not try to make me give in!"
"My dear girl," said Felix, with his arm round her. "You know I would not if I did not see that you had given in."
"No, I haven"t!" she cried. "Why should you want to persuade me?
Isn"t it very cruel and hard to let him give all himself to one that can"t come to him? He will have to go out and live all dreary and lonely for years and years, and come home to find nothing but a stupid old worn-out drudge, with all these pretty looks gone off!
Felix, be reasonable, _please_! Can"t you see that I ought not to let things go that way?"
"Do you mean," said Felix, "that you would be quite content to put an end to all this--let Harewood go away believing you indifferent, and never see him again?"
"Felix, why do you--?" with tears in her eyes.
"Because I am quite sure that the consideration you want to show him would be no kindness. The pain of having his affection thrown over"
(he spoke with a spasm in the throat) "would be greater than you would like to inflict, if you were forced by truth to own you did not care for him; and if he be what I think, the carrying away security of your feeling for him will be gladness enough. And as for the looks, I have a better opinion of yours than to think they won"t wear! Any way, dearest, it seems to me that you have won the heart of a good man, and that if you like him, it is your duty to give him the comfort of knowing it without thinking about to-morrows."
"But I know so much more would come if I did just allow that much!
And I might get to wish to leave you all," she said in an appalled voice. "And there seems to me not the slightest chance. You see Alda and Cherry never will get on together; and Cherry seems glad of an excuse to stay from home. I thought she would have cared to come back when you did."
"Poor Cherry!" said Felix, hesitating, with a little of her own nervous awe of broaching the subject.
"You don"t mean that there is anything seriously amiss!" she cried, startled.
"Wilmet, do you remember what Rugg said would be the very best thing for that poor child?"
She stood still, dismayed and angered. "They aren"t tormenting the poor little thing about that?"
"It is not their doing,"
"It can"t have become necessary! Sister Constance would have told me!
Felix say she is not worse!"
"No, much better. But, Wilmet, what we could not bear to think of, she thought of for herself, and begged to have it done."
"Then I must go to her."