"I know," said Lance; "it always does come in that Te Deum."
The sister and brother were silent, not yet able for the critical discussion of single points; only, as he put his arm round her to help her to rise, she said, with a sigh, "O Lance, it is a great thing to be one of them! Thank you. I think this is the greatest day of all my life."
The getting her down, what with Lance"s inexperience and want of height and strength, was anxious work; and just as it had been safely accomplished, the rest of their party were seen roaming the aisle in distress and perplexity. Geraldine was very glad of Felix"s substantial arm, but she had rather he had omitted that rebuke for venturesomeness in dealing with her, which would have affronted Fulbert, but never seemed to trouble Lance, who was only triumphant in his success; and her perfect contentment charmed away the vexation which really arose from a slight sense of having neglected her.
The others had been perfectly happy in their several ways, and made eager comments on their way to the house of Harewood, whither Lance piloted them--this time by the front way, through the garden, which lay behind the close--entering, in spite of the mannerly demurs of the elder ones, through the open door, into a hall whence a voice of hearty greeting at once ensued. "Here you are at last; and how"s the poor darling your sister! not over-tired?"
And Cherry, before she was aware, found herself kissed, and almost s.n.a.t.c.hed away from Felix, to be deposited on a sofa; and while the like kisses were bestowed on the two little girls, and hospitable offers showered on all, she was amused by perceiving that good Mrs.
Harewood was endowed with exactly the same grotesque order of ugliness as her son William; but she was even more engaging, from an indescribably droll mixture of heedlessness, blundering, and tender motherliness.
"There, now, you"ll just leave her to me, the poor dear; and Lance will take you down to the Mead, and find Papa and the girls for you."
"Oh, thank you, I could not think of your staying. Now pray--"
"Now prays" were to no purpose; Mrs. Harewood professed only to want an excuse for staying at home--she did not want to be done up with running after her girls to the four ends of the Mead, when it was a long step for her to begin with. Off with them.
So when Wilmet was satisfied that Geraldine was comfortable, the five moved off--Felix and Alice, Angel in Wilmet"s hand, and Lance"s and Robina"s tongues wagging so fast that the wonder was how either caught a word of what the other was saying.
Meanwhile, Mrs. Harewood, tossing her bonnet and gloves aside, in perfect indifference to the exposure of the curious structure of red and gray hair she thus revealed, lavished meats and drinks upon her guest, waiting on her with such kindness, that in spite of all weariness and craving for quiet after these deep and wonderful impressions, it was impossible not to enjoy that warmth of heart.
There was exactly the tender motherliness that even Wilmet and Sister Constance could not give.
It was charming to hear how fond Mrs. Harewood was of Lance, and how the having such a companion had made it possible to keep her Willie at the cathedral school, where the mixture of lads was great, but the master first-rate. He thought highly of the promise of both; "but to tell the truth," said Mrs. Harewood, as she sat and fanned herself with her husband"s trencher cap, looking more than ever like a frog in a strawberry bed, "though my Willie is the cleverest boy in the school, little good his cleverness would have done him, and he would have been harum-scarum Bill more than ever, if it were not for Lance.
So say his father and brother Jack; so that they will not be for his going to a public school unless Lance were sure of it too."
"Will not they be able to stay on here?"
Mrs. Harewood explained that the year that the barristers--choristers she meant--were sixteen, when their voices were usually unserviceable, they, together with those of like age in the school, were subjected to an examination, and the foremost scholar obtained an exhibition, in virtue of which he could remain free of expense for another two years, and then could try for one of the Minsterham scholarships at one of the colleges at Cambridge. Those who failed, either had to pay like the ordinary schoolboys, or left the school.
Dear Mrs. Harewood was a perfect Malaprop, and puzzled Geraldine by continually calling the present occasion the rural meeting, and other like slips, uncommonly comical in a well-educated woman with the words she knew best.
All this, and a great deal more--about the shy woman-hating organist, and the unluckiness of the dissenter--no, precentor--having a sick wife, and the legal difficulties that prevented building a better house for the boarders than the queer long room where they lodged, between the cloister and the Bailey--the proper name of the little court by which Geraldine had come--was poured out; and kind as it was, there was a certain sense of having been talked to death.
A whole flood of Harewoods, Underwoods, and untold numbers besides, swept into the room as the bell began to ring for Evensong. Most sincere were Cherry"s entreaties that she might be left alone. She could not go back to her coign of vantage, "it had been too beautiful for her to bear more," she said; and she severally declined offers of companionship from three female Harewoods and two sisters, telling Wilmet at last that all she wanted was to be still and alone.
Alone she was, but not still, for there was nothing to hinder the magnificent volume of sound that surged around the Cathedral from coming to her; and she could trace the service all along--in chant, pealing mighty Amens, with the hush between, in anthem, and in jubilant hymn. She was more calmly happy than in the oppressive grandeur of the morning, as she lay there, in the cool drawing-room, with the open window veiled by loose sprays of untrimmed roses, and sacred prints looking down from the walls.
The solitude lasted rather too long, when she had heard the hum and buzz of the host pouring out of the Cathedral, and still no one came.
They were to go home by the 5.10 train, and every time she counted the chimes she became more alarmed lest they should be too late.
Minutes dragged on. Five! It was five! Was she forgotten? Should she be only missed and remembered at the station, too late? Tired, nervous, unused to oblivion, she found tears in her eyes, and was too sorrowful and angry with her own impatience even to think of the old woman of Servia. Hark! a trampling? Had they remembered her? But oh, it would be late for the train!
In burst Lance, in his cap and little short quaint black gown.
"O Lance, I shall be too late!"
"You don"t go by this train."
"Oh dear! oh dear! Mr. Froggatt was to meet me;" and the tears started from her eyes. "How could Felix forget?"
"Never mind, there"s sure to be a fly or something."
"Yes, but Mr. Froggatt waiting!"
"Never mind," repeated Lance, ""tis a fine evening to air the old boss."
"Don"t, Lance; you none of you have any proper regard for Mr.
Froggatt;" which, as far as Lance was concerned, was unjust, and it was well for Cherry that it was not addressed to either of the brothers who better deserved it.
What Lance did was to execute one of his peculiar summersaults, and then, making up a dismal face, to say, "Alas! I commiserate the venerable citizen disappointed of the pleasure of driving my Lady Geraldine home from the wash as well as hisself."
She was past even appreciating the bathos. "It is no laughing matter, she said; "it is so uncivil, when he is so kind. I can"t imagine what Felix is thinking of?"
"Croquet," said Lance briefly, then seeing the flushed, quivering, mortified face, he added, "Wilmet has not forgotten you one bit, Cherry; but Alice Knevett and Robin did so want to see the fun in the mead--there"s running in sacks, and all sorts of games--that there"s no getting any one away; and the W"s are in charge, and can"t leave them to their own devices, so she said perhaps you would be more rested by lying still than rattling home.
"Oh, I dare say Wilmet is as sorry as anybody," said Cherry rather querulously, for the needle point was p.r.i.c.king her again.
"And as to your dear old Froggy," continued Lance, "she says he told her he did not in the least expect you back by this train, and if you did not come by it, he"ll stay in town for the 8.50."
"How very good of him!" said Cherry, beginning to be consoled. "And Felix at croquet!"
"Alice is teaching him. You never did see such a joke as old Blunderbore s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g up his eyes at the b.a.l.l.s, and making at them with his mallet like a sledge-hammer. He and Alice and Robin and that Bisset curate are playing against Bill, two of the girls, and Shapcote--Bexley against Minsterham, and little Bobbie"s a real out- and-outer. She"ll make her side win by sheer cool generalship."
"And poor little Angel?" The needle point was a pang now.
"Oh, Angel is happier than ever she was in her life. The Bishop"s daughter has a turn for little kids, and has got all the small ones together in the pleached alley, playing at all manner of things."
"Run back, Lance, to the fun. I shall do very well," said poor Geraldine.
"I should think so, when I get you so often!" scornfully e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Lancelot, drawing a dilapidated brioche from under the sofa, and squatting on it, with his dancing eyes close to her sad ones.
An effusion of spirits prompted her to lay her hands on his shoulders, kiss him on each cheek, and cry, "O Lance, you are the very sweetest boy!"
"Sweetest treble, you mean," said Lance quaintly; "if you had only heard me! You should see how the old ladies in the stalls peep and whisper, and how Bill Harewood opens his mouth rather wider than it will go, and they think it is he."
"Not for fun, Lance?"
"Well, I believe all their jaws are hung on looser than other people"s. But I say, ain"t you dying of thirst?"
"Perhaps Mrs. Harewood will give us some tea when she comes in."
"If you trust to that--"
"O Lance!" she cried, alarmed at seeing him coolly ring the bell.
"Bless you, she"s forgotten all about you and tea and everything!
They are drinking it by the gallon in the tents; and by and by she"ll roll in, ready to cry that you"ve had none, and mad with herself and me for giving you none; and the fire will be out, and the kettle will boil about ten minutes after you are off by the train. We"ll have some this minute."
"But, Lance--"
"But, Cherry, ain"t I a walking Sahara with roaring at the tiptop of my voice to lead the clod-hoppers? How they did bellow! I owe it as a duty to the Chapter to wet my whistle."