"That"s not true, Lucy," quoth the tormentor. "I heard mamma tell Sophy herself this morning to write for some fish-sauce, because she said that Polysyllable was so fanciful about his dinner."
Lucy was ready to cry, and Algernon, endeavouring to recal his usual dignity, exclaimed, "If Mrs. Kendal--I mean, Mrs. Kendal has it in her power to take liberties, but if I find you repeating such again, you little imp, it shall be at your risk."
"What will you do to me?" asked the st.u.r.dy varlet.
"Dear Maurice, I hope you"ll never know! Pray don"t try!" cried Lucy; but if she had had any knowledge of character, she would have seen that she had only provoked the little Berserkar"s curiosity, and had made him determined on proving the undefined threat. So the unfortunate Algernon seldom descended the stairs without two childish faces being protruded from the bal.u.s.ters of the nursery-flight over-head, pursuing him with hissing whispers of "Polysyllable" and "Polly-silly," and if he ventured on indignant gestures, Maurice returned them with nutcracker grimaces and provoking a.s.surances to his little sister that he could not hurt her.
Algernon could not complain without making himself ridiculous, and Albinia was too much engaged to keep watch over her son, so that the persecution daily became more intolerable, and barren indications of wrath were so diverting to the little monkey, that the presence of the heads of the family was the sole security from his tricks. Poor Lucy was the chief sufferer, unable to restrain her brother, and enduring the brunt of her husband"s irritation, with the great disappointment of being unable to make him happy at her home, and fearing every day that he would fulfil his threat of not staying another week in the house with that intolerable child, for the sake of any one"s grandmother.
Tidings came, however, that completely sobered Maurice, and made them unable to think of moving. It was the first rumour of the charge of Balaklava, with the report that the 25th Lancers were cut to pieces.
In spite of Algernon"s reiteration that telegraphs were lies, all the household would have been glad to lose the sense of existence during the time of suspense. Albinia"s heart was wrung as she thought of the cold hurried manner of the last farewell, and every look she cast at her husband"s calm melancholy face, seemed to be asking pardon that his son was not safe in India.
Late that evening the maid came hurriedly in with a packet of papers. "A telegraph, ma"am, come express from Hadminster."
It was to Mrs Kendal from one of her friends at the Horse Guards. She did not know how she found courage to turn her eyes on it, but her shriek was not of sorrow.
"Major the Honourable F. Ferrars, severely wounded--right arm amputated."
"Lieutenant Gilbert Kendal, slightly wounded--contusion, rib broken."
She saw the light of thankfulness break upon Mr. Kendal"s face, and the next moment flew up to her boy"s bed-side. He started up, half asleep, but crying out, Mamma, where"s Gibbie?"
"Safe, safe! Maurice dearest, safe; only slightly wounded! Oh, Maurice, G.o.d has been very good to us!"
He flung his arms round her neck, as she knelt beside his crib in the dark, and thus Mr. Kendal found the mother and son. As he bent to kiss them, Maurice exclaimed, with a sort of anger, "Oh, mamma, why have I got a bullet in my throat?"
Albinia laughed a little hysterically, as if she had the like bullet.
"It was very kind of Lord H----," fervently exclaimed Mr. Kendal; "you must write to thank him, Albinia. Gilbert may be considered safe while he is laid up. Perhaps he may be sent home. What should you say to that, Maurice?"
"Oh! I wouldn"t come home to lose the fun," said Maurice. "Oh, mamma, let me get up to tell Awkey, and run up to Ulick! Gilbert will be the colonel when I"m a cornet! Oh! I must get up!"
His outspoken childish joy seemed to relieve Albinia"s swelling heart, too full for the expression of thankfulness, and the excitement was too much even for the boy, for he burst into pa.s.sionate sobs when forbidden to get up and waken his little sister.
The sobering came in Mr. Kendal"s mention of Fred. Albinia was obliged to ask what had happened to him, and was shocked at having overlooked so terrible a misfortune; but Maurice seemed to be quite satisfied.
"You know, mamma, it said they were cut to pieces. Can"t they make him a wooden arm?" evidently thinking he could be repaired as easily as the creatures in his sister"s Noah"s Ark. Even Algernon showed a heartiness and fellow-feeling that seemed to make him more like one of the family.
Moreover, he was so much elevated at the receipt of a telegraph direct from the fountain-head, that he rode about the next day over all the neighbourhood with the tidings and comported himself as though he had private access to all Lord Raglan"s secrets.
The unwonted emotion tamed Maurice for several days, and his behaviour was the better for his daily rides with papa to Hadminster, to forestall the second post. At last, on his return, his voice rang through the house. "Mamma, where are you? The letter is come, and Gilbert shot two Russians, and saved Cousin Fred!"
"I opened your letter, Albinia," said Mr. Kendal; and, as she took it from him, he said, "Thank G.o.d, I never dared hope for such a day as this!"
He shut himself into the library, while Albinia was sharing with Sophy the precious letter, but with a moment"s disappointment at finding it not from Gilbert, but from her brother William.
"Before you receive this," he wrote, "you will have heard of the affair of to-day, and that our two lads have come out of it better than some others. There are but nine officers living, and only four unhurt out of the 25th Lancers, and Fred"s escape is entirely owing to your son."
Then followed a brief narrative of the events of Balaklava, that fatal charge so well described as "magnifique mais pas la guerre," a history that seemed like a dream in connexion with the timid Gilbert. His individual story was thus:--He safely rode the "half a league" forward, but when more than half way back, his horse was struck to the ground by a splinter of the same sh.e.l.l that overthrew Major Ferrars, at a few paces" distance from him. Quickly disengaging himself from his horse, Gilbert ran to a.s.sist his friend, and succeeded in extricating him from his horse, and supporting him through the remainder of the terrible s.p.a.ce commanded by the batteries. Fred, unable to move without aid, and to whom each step was agony, had entreated Gilbert to relinquish his hold, and not peril himself for a life already past rescue; but Gilbert had not seemed to hear, and when several of the enemy came riding down on them, he had used his revolver with such effect, as to lay two of the number prostrate, and deter the rest from repeating the attack.
"All this I heard from Fred," continued the General; "he is in his usual spirits, and tells me that he feels quite jolly since his arm has been off, and he has been in his own bed, but I fear he has a good deal to suffer, for his right side is terribly lacerated, and I shall be glad when the next few days are over. He desires me to say with his love that the best turn you ever did him was putting young Kendal into the 25th.
Tell your husband that I congratulate him on his son"s conduct, and am afraid that his promotion without purchase is only too certain.
Gilbert"s only message was his love. Speaking seems to give him pain, and he is altogether more prostrated than so slight a wound accounts for; but when I saw him, he had just been told of the death of his colonel and several of his brother officers, among them young Wynne, who shared his tent; and he was completely overcome. There is, however, no cause for uneasiness; he had not even been aware that he was hurt, until he fainted while Fred was under the surgeon"s hands, and was then found to have an ugly contusion of the chest, and a fracture of the uppermost rib on the left side. A few days" rest will set all that to rights, and I expect to see him on horseback before we can ship poor Fred for Scutari. In the meantime they are both in Fred"s tent, which is fairly comfortable."
Albinia understood whence came Gilbert"s heroism. He had charged at first, as he had hunted with Maurice, because there was no doing otherwise, and in the critical moment the warm heart had done the rest, and equalled const.i.tutional courage: but then, she saw the gentle tender spirit sinking under the slight injury, and far more at the suffering of his friend, the deadly havoc among his comrades, and his own share in the carnage. The General coolly mentioned the two enemies who had fallen by his pistol, and Maurice shouted about them as if they had been two rabbits, but she knew enough of Gilbert to be sure that what he might do in the exigency of self-defence, would shock and sicken him in recollection. Poor Fred! how little would she once have believed that his frightful wound could be a secondary matter with her, only enhancing her grat.i.tude on account of another.
That was a happy evening; Maurice was sent to ask Ulick to dinner, and at dessert drank the healths of his soldier relatives, among whom Mr.
Kendal with a smile at Ulick, included Bryan O"More.
In the universal good-will of her triumph, Albinia having read her precious letter to every one, resolved to let the Drurys hear it, before forwarding it to Fairmead. Lucy"s neglect of that family was becoming flagrant, and Albinia was resolved to take her to make the call.
Therefore, after promulgating her intentions too decidedly for Algernon to oppose them, she set out with Lucy in the most virtuous state of mind. Maurice was to ride out with his father, and Sophy was taking care of grandmamma, so she made her expedition with an easy mind, and absolutely enjoyed the change of scenery.
The war had drawn every one nearer together, and Mrs. Drury was really anxious about Gilbert, and grateful for the intelligence. Nor did Lucy meet with anything unpleasant. Mrs. Cavendish Dusautoy, in waist-deep flounces, a Paris bonnet, and her husband"s dignity, impressed her cousins, and whatever use they might make of their tongues, it was not till after she was gone.
As the carriage stopped at the door, Sophy came out with such a perturbed an expression, as seemed to prelude fatal tidings; and Lucy was pausing to listen, when she was hastily summoned by her husband.
"Oh! mamma, he has struck Maurice such a blow!" cried Sophy.
"Algernon? where"s Maurice? is he hurt?"
"He is in the library with papa."
She was there in a moment. Maurice sat on his father"s knee, listening to Pope"s Homer, leaning against him, with eye, cheek, and nose exceedingly swelled and reddened; but these were symptoms of which she had seen enough in past days not to be greatly terrified, even while she exclaimed aghast.
"Aye!" said Mr. Kendal, sternly. "What do you think of young Dusautoy"s handiwork?"
"What could you have done to him, Maurice?"
"I painted his image."
"The children got into the painting-room," said Mr. Kendal, "and did some mischief; Maurice ought to have known better, but that was no excuse for his violence. I do not know what would have been the consequence, if poor little Albinia"s screams had not alarmed me. I found Algernon striking him with his doubled fist."
"But I gave him a dig in the nose," cried Maurice, in exultation; "I pulled ever so much hair out of his whiskers. I had it just now."
"This sounds very sad," said Albinia, interrupting the search for the trophy. "What were you doing in the painting-room? You know you had no business there."
"Why, mamma, little Awk wanted me to look at the pictures that Lucy shows her. And then, don"t you know his image? the little white bare boy pulling the thorn out of his foot. Awkey said he was naughty not to have his clothes on, and so I thought it would be such fun to make a militiaman of him, and so the paints were all about, and so I gave him a red coat and black trousers."
"Oh, Maurice, Maurice, how could you?"
"I couldn"t help it, mamma! I did so want to see what Algernon would do!"
"Well."
"So he came up and caught us. And wasn"t he in a jolly good rage? that"s all. He stamped, and called me names, and got hold of me to shake me, but I know I kicked him well, and I had quite a handful out of his whisker; but you see poor little Awkey is only a girl, and couldn"t help squalling, so papa came up."
"And in time!" said Mr. Kendal; "he reeled against me, almost stunned, and was hardly himself for some moments. His nose bled violently. That fellow"s fist might knock down an ox."
"But he didn"t knock _me_ down," said Maurice. "You told me he did not, papa."
"That"s all he thinks of!" said Mr. Kendal, in admiration.