"I hope so; but for fear of accidents, you know. Good night, d.i.c.k, and thank your mater for those stunning raspberries."
"That"s a good dodge," said Will Harewood, emerging, "to keep the little ape from bullying the little one himself. But you will be able to come back, Lance; "tis as dull as ditch-water without you."
"I shall be glad enough to come back," said Lance, "and make the most of this year. I didn"t know how I cared for this place. There"s nothing like it!" and he leant against a tree, looking back at the Cathedral, where the sunbeams were "weaving a parting crown" for the tall tower, and the soft grey of the exquisite stone-work of the chapter-house contrasted with the fresh green of the trees, rising up from the sparkling river and emerald meadows. Presently he burst out, "You beautiful old thing, and did you hush your grand glorious old voice only for me? I should like to be your own, and to serve you for ever!"
The other two felt a little awed at the outburst, and possibly Lance a little ashamed, for he suddenly started from his tree trunk, crying, "I"m sure we ought to go home. However there are Jack and Mettie on beyond ever so far." And he elevated his voice in a coo-ee, after what he believed to be Australian fashion; but his weakness prevailed, and he laughed at his own want of power to shout much above his breath. "You do it, Bill."
"Not I! Coo-ee indeed? "Tis coo-coo there, river and moonlight and all."
At one and the same moment, Lance exclaimed, "Jack and Mettie!
Thunder and ages!" and Robina, "For shame, Willie!" while that personage cut a caper, at once expressive of affirmation and amus.e.m.e.nt at their surprise.
"After all," sagaciously observed Lance, "I"m not so much surprised.
I think I"ve made a pretty good Cupid."
"You believe it, then?" cried Robina.
"Bless you," affirmed Willie, "we"ve been roasting Jack about it for the last fortnight--only the pater was so awfully afraid of your sister"s hearing it, that he said any one who breathed the ghost of a joke near her should be shipped off to old Aunt Grace that instant."
"Well, they have my consent and blessing," said Lance.
"Amen," responded his friend.
"Ho!" continued Lance, "that"s the meaning of old W. W. being so jolly. I wondered whether it was only that I thought so because I had nothing to do but to look at her."
"Oh, you know she is a real true beauty and no mistake," said Bill, beginning to feel a personal pride in her; "there"s Miles raving about her, and every one runs about saying, "Have you seen little Underwood"s handsome sister?" Half the folks that came to ask after you did it to get a look at her; and if she stayed a week longer, she might have a dozen offers, only luckily Jack cut in first."
"Well, I"m glad she is even with Alda," was Lance"s next sentiment.
"That"s the one that is booked for the Red Indian you converted, ain"t it?" asked Bill. "Fact, Robina; we heard a new fellow was coming who had converted a Cherokee, and that the Bishop had christened him in his war paint and feathers. Mrs. Shapcote sent out invitations to a missionary tea in honour of him."
"What, of the Cherokee?"
"No, no, of the little brute of a missionary chap, and we made up our minds to tar and feather him before he converted us; but long before we had found out which of the new trebles was the model Christian, old Shapcote had caught us two pitching into one another, because I said Bexley was a sn.o.bbish place full of pots and pans."
"And that founded your friendship?"
"No, not quite, for we had a worse fight because I shut his Bible up in his face when he tried to look over the Lessons in the Cathedral."
"Why, you all do," said Robina.
"Yes, now; but before Nixon came we were a horrid set of little ruffians. Do you remember, Lance, how Roper offered you a bull"s-eye in the Cathedral, and thrashed you afterwards because you wouldn"t have it?"
"O Lance! but that was persecution!" cried Robina. "Who would have thought you went through things like that?"
"Ay," said Bill, "you believed in the little cherub chorister boys, that sing and look out of their great violet eyes, till they die of declines."
"Ah!" said Lance, who was leaning on his arm rather wearily, "Jack will do for himself if he tells Wilmet her eyes are violet; it is like a red rag to a bull."
"Yes," said Robina, "she says n.o.body ever had eyes the colour of violets, and they would be hideous if they were."
"I have seen them," said Willie, gravely.
"Oh! where?" cried Robina. "Darker blue than Edgar"s?"
"It"s generally only one at a time."
"After a cricket match, eh?" suggested Lance.
"But, depend upon it," said Bill, while Robina was recovering her laughing disgust, "he may tell her her eyes are any colour he pleases by this time."
"How do you know that?" sharply protested Robin; "as if she would care for him more than for all of us, who can"t spare her either!"
"I thought you were thick and plenty up the country?"
"Not of that sort," said Lance.
"I don"t believe it," insisted Robina; "why, she had never seen him a few weeks ago; she can"t have had time to get to like him."
"That"s your simplicity," said Bill. "Now ain"t that oracular--I mean ocular--demonstration? There they are, very moral of people making fools of themselves in books."
I wish they"d have done with it, then," sighed Lance; "my legs won"t hold out much longer."
"Yes, you must go in," said Robin, bringing her st.u.r.dy shoulders for his other arm to rest on.
"But those two!" said Lance. "Some one must stay to make it respectable. Don"t laugh, you vagabone, you shake up the marrow of my bones; I"m her brother, and bound to see to her."
"I"ll stay out with Willie if that will make it right," said Robina, "only you must go to bed, and you have to be up so early too."
So they saw him to the Bailey door, beyond which he declined further a.s.sistance, saying he could tumble into bed alone, and leaving them to their pleasant task of making propriety.
It was made after this sort. Bill delivered himself of a deep sigh, and observed, "Well! if she"s done for, I suppose I must take up with you; and after all, you"re the jolliest."
"I shall never be jolie, like Wilmet, if that"s what you mean,"
said Robina, not quite understanding whether it were jest or earnest.
"Well, if you ain"t a regular stunner like her, it doesn"t much matter. I never did see a face that I liked better than your round one, and I know I shall like it more and more. Won"t you have me, Robina, one of these days?"
"O Willie! oughtn"t one to wait till we are old enough to think about it?"
"I don"t see why. I shall always be thinking I"m working for you, and I don"t see why you shouldn"t think the same of me. Won"t you?" again he repeated. "At least, of course I shall do all the work for you."
"Oh no! I should not like that. I had rather be doing something for you, Willie. Look here, I am learning all I can now, and when I go out--"
"Go out?"
"For a governess."
"Murther! I"ll hinder that!"