His comprehension met her half way, and gave her more relief and soothing than anything she had experienced for months. There was that response and intercommunion of spirit for which her nature had yearned the more because of the inability to express the craving; the very turn of the dark blue eyes, and the inflexions of the voice, did not merely convey pity, but an entering into the very core of her sorrow, namely, that she had never loved her brother enough, nor forgiven him for not being his fellow-twin. Whatever he said tended to reveal to her that there had been more justice, rect.i.tude, sisterly feeling, and wholesome training than she had given herself credit for, and, above all, that Gilbert had loved her all the time. She was induced to dwell on the exalting and touching circ.u.mstances of his last redeeming year, and her tears streamed calmly and softly, not with the harshness that had hitherto marred her grief. Neither could have believed that there had been so long and marked a separation in feeling, or that Ulick O"More had not always been one with the Kendal family. It was all too soon that the conversation ended, and Maurice wakened suddenly at the vicarage wicket. Mrs. Dusautoy herself came to meet them as the little boy was lifted out. She had never been seen on her own feet so far from the house before! But no one ever knew the terror she had suffered, when of all her three charges not one was safe but the little Albinia, whose "poor Maurice" and "all gone" were as trying as her alternations of merriment. The vicar, the curate, the parish clerk, the servants of the two establishments, and four policemen, were all gone different ways; and poor Mrs. Dusautoy"s day had been spent in hearing the results of their fruitless researches, or in worse presages, in which, as it now appeared, the river had played its part.
She kissed Maurice, and he did not rebel! She kissed Sophy, and could have shaken off Ulick"s hand, but he only waited to hold up Hyder Ali as the real finder, before he ran off to desire the school-bell to be rung--the signal for announcing a discovery. It was well that Maurice was too much stunned and fatigued to be sensible what a commotion he had excited, or he might have thought it good fun.
The tidings from Malta came in almost as something secondary. The case had been too hopeless for anything else to be looked for, and when Mrs.
Dusautoy consigned her charge to a couch, with entreaties to her not to move, there was calm tenderness in Sophy"s voice as she told what needed to be told, and did not shrink from sympathy. She was grateful and gentle, and lay all the rest of the day, sad and physically worn out, but quietly mournful, and no longer dwelling on the painful side of past transactions, her remorse had given way to resigned acquiescence, and desolation to a sense that there was one who understood her. The sweet tones, and, above all, those two words, "_dear_ Sophy," would come chiming back from some involuntary echo, and the turbid depths were at peace.
When Mr. Dusautoy came to her side, and held out his hand, his honest eyes br.i.m.m.i.n.g over, there was no repulsion in her manner of saying affectionately, "You have had a great deal of trouble for my naughty little brother." So different was her whole tone, that her kind friends thought how much better for some minds was any certainty than suspense.
She bethought herself of sending to the Drurys, and showed rather gratification than her ordinary impatience at the manifold reports of the general sympathy, and of Bayford"s grief for its hero. The poison was gone from her mind.
CHAPTER XXVIII.
The Family Office had been asked to receive the whole party on their return. Mr. Kendal had business in London, and could not bear to part with the colonel till he had seen him safely lodged, and heard the surgeon"s opinion.
Mr. Ferrars was laying himself out to guard his brother-in-law from being oppressed by the sympathetic welcome of the good aunts; but though the good ladies never failed in kindness, all the excess was directed into a different channel; Albinia herself was but secondary to the wounded hero, for whom alone they had eyes and ears. They would hardly let him stand erect for a moment; easy-chairs and couches were offered, soup and wine, biscuits and coffee were suggested, and questions were crowded on him, while he, poor fellow, wistfully gazed at the oft-directed pile of foreign letters on the side-table, and in pure desperation became too fatigued to go down to luncheon.
When the others returned, he was standing on the rug, curling his moustaches. There was a glow of colour on his hollow cheek, and his eyes danced; he put out his hand, and catching Albinia"s with boyish playfulness, he squeezed it triumphantly, with the words, "Albinia, she"s a brick!"
They went their several ways, Fred to rest, Maurice to make an appointment for him with the doctor, and Albinia to Genevieve, whom Mr.
Kendal regarded like his son"s widow, forgetting that the attachment had been neither sanctioned nor returned. He could not rest without seeing her, and delivering that last message, but he was glad to have the way prepared by his wife, and proposed to call for her when his law business should be over.
Albinia sent in her card, and asked whether Miss Durant were at liberty.
Genevieve came hurrying to her with outstretched hands: "Dear Mrs.
Kendal, this is kind!" and led her to the back drawing-room, where they were with one impulse enfolded in each other"s tearful embrace.
"Oh! madame, how much you have suffered!"
"You know all?" said Albinia.
"O no, very little. My aunt knows little of Bayford now, and her sight is too weak for much writing."
Genevieve pushed back her hair; she looked ill and heavy-eyed, with the extinguished air that sorrow gave her. Gilbert had distressed, perplexed her, and driven her from home, but what could be remembered, save the warm affection he had lavished on her, and the pain she had inflicted?
Uneasiness and sorrow, necessarily unavowed, had preyed on the poor girl for weeks in secret; and even now she hardly presumed to give way, relief, almost luxury, as it was to be pressed in those kind arms, and suffered to weep freely for the champion of her younger days. When she had heard how he had thought of her to the last, her emotion grew less controllable; and Albinia was touched by the idea that there had all along been a stifled preference. Embellished as Gilbert now was, she could not but wish to believe that his affection had not been wasted; and his constancy might well be touching in one of the heroes of the six hundred. At least, Genevieve had a most earnest and loving appet.i.te for every detail, and though the afternoon was nearly gone, neither felt as if half an hour had pa.s.sed when admittance was asked for Mr. Kendal.
It was a trying moment, but Genevieve was too simple, genuine, and grateful to pause in selfish embarra.s.sment. Had she toyed with Gilbert"s affection, she could not have met his father with such maidenly modesty, and sweet sympathy and respect in her blushing cheek and downcast, tearful eyes.
He took her hand, speaking in the kindest tone of his mellow voice: "My dear, Mrs. Kendal has told you what brings us here, and how much we feel for and with you."
"So kind in you," said Genevieve, faltering.
"Poor child, she has suffered grievously for want of fuller tidings,"
said Albinia; "she has been keeping her sorrow pent up all this time."
"She has acted, as she has done throughout, most consistently," said Mr. Kendal. "My dear, though it was inexpedient to show my sentiments, I always respected my son for having placed his affections so worthily, and though circ.u.mstances were unfortunately adverse, I cannot thank you enough for your course of action and the influence you exercised."
"I never did," murmured Genevieve.
"Not perhaps consciously; but unswerving rect.i.tude of conduct is one of the strongest earthly influences. He was sensible of it. He bade me tell you that whenever higher and better thoughts came to him, you were connected with them; and when to his surprise, poor boy, he found that he was thought to have distinguished himself, his first thought was that it might be a step to your esteem. He desired me to thank you for all that you have been to him, to entreat you to pardon the annoyance of which he was the occasion, and to beg you to wear this for his sake, if you could think of his presumption with forgiveness and toleration.
Those were his words; but I trust you do not retain displeasure, for though, perhaps, foolishly and obtrusively expressed, it was sincere and lasting affection."
"Oh, sir!" exclaimed Genevieve, "do not speak thus! What can I feel save that it will be my tenderest and deepest pride to have been so regarded.
Oh! that I could thank him! but," clasping her hands together, "I cannot even thank you."
"The best way to gratify us," he said, "will be always to remember that you have a home at Willow Lawn, and a daughter"s place in our hearts.
Think of me like a father, Genevieve;" and he kissed her drooping forehead.
"Oh! Mr. Kendal, this is goodness."
He turned to Albinia to suggest, "It must be intolerable to be here at present. Speak to Mrs. Rainsforth, let us take her home, if it be but for a week."
Leaving him to make the proposition to Genevieve, Albinia gained admittance to the other drawing-room, which she found all over little children, and their mother looking unequal to dispensing with their deputy. She said she had feared Miss Durant was looking ill, and had something weighing on her spirits, though she was always so cheerful and helpful, but baby had not been well, and Mr. Rainsforth was not at all strong, and her views had evidently taken no wider range.
Albinia began to think her proposal cruel, and prefaced it by a few words on the state of the case. The little bit of romance touched the kind heart. Mrs. Rainsforth was shocked to think of the grief the governess must have suffered in secret while aiding to bear her burdens, and was resolved on letting her have this respite, going eagerly to a.s.sure her that she could well be spared; baby was better, and papa was better, and the children would be good.
But Genevieve knew too well how necessary she was, and had been telling Mr. Kendal of the poor little mother"s anxieties with her many delicate children, and her husband"s failing health. She could not leave them with a safe conscience; and she would not show how she longed after quiet, the country, and her aunt. She stood firm, and Albinia could not say that she was not right. Mrs. Rainsforth was distressed, though much relieved, and was only pacified by the engagement that Miss Durant should, when it was practicable, spend a long holiday with her friends.
"At home!" said Mr. Kendal, and the responsive look of mournful grat.i.tude from beneath the black dewy eyelashes dispelled all marvel at his son"s enduring attachment.
He was wonderfully patient when Mrs. Rainsforth could not be content without Mrs. Kendal"s maternal and medical opinion of the baby, on the road to and from the nursery consulting her on all the Mediterranean climates, and telling her what each doctor had said of Mr. Rainsforth"s lungs, in the course of which Miss Durant and her romance were put as entirely out of the little lady"s mind as if she had never existed.
The next day the Kendals set their faces homewards, leaving Maurice till the surgeon"s work should be done, and Fred, as the aunts fondly hoped, to be their nursling.
But, behold! Sunday and Monday Colonel Fred spent in bed, smiling incessantly; Tuesday and Wednesday on the sofa; Thursday in going about London; Friday he was off to Liverpool; Sat.u.r.day had sailed for Canada.
Albinia was coming nearer to the home that was pulling her by the heart-strings. Hadminster was past, and she had heard the welcome wards, "All well," from the servant who brought the carriage; but how much more there was to know than Sophy"s detailed letters could convey--Sophy, whose sincerity, though one of the most trustworthy things in the world, was never quite to be relied on as to her own health or Maurice"s conduct.
At the gate there was a little chestnut curled being in a short black frock, struggling to pull the heavy gate open with her plump arms, and standing for one moment with her back to it, screaming "Mamma! Papa!"
then jumping and clapping her hands in ecstasy and oblivion that the swing of the gate might demolish her small person between it and the horse. But there was no time for fright. Sophy caught her and secured the gate together; and the first glimpse a.s.sured Albinia that the hard gloom was absent. And there was Maurice, leaning against the iron rail of the hall steps; but he hardly moved, and his face was so strangely white and set, that Albinia caught him in her arms, crying, "Are you well, my boy? Sophy, is he well?"
"Quite well," said Sophy; but the boy had wriggled himself loose, stood but for an instant to receive his father"s kiss, and had hold of the sword. The long cavalry sabre was almost as tall as himself, and he stood with both arms clasped round it; but no sooner did he feel their eyes upon him, than he turned about and ran upstairs.
It was not gracious, but they excused it; they had their little Albinia comfortably and childishly happy, as yet without those troublesome Kendal feelings that always demonstrated themselves in some perverse manner.
And Sophy stood among them--that brighter, better Sophy who had so long been obscured, happy to have them at home; talking and asking questions eagerly about the journey, and describing the kindness of the Dusautoys and the goodness of the children.
"Have you heard from Lucy?" asked Mr. Kendal, as Albinia went in pursuit of her little boy.
"Yes--poor Lucy?"
"Is there no letter from him?"
"Not for you, papa."
"What? Did he write to his uncle?"