"The time is past," he replied, without displeasure; "my youth is gone, and with it the enterprise and hopefulness that can press forward, insensible to annoyance. You should have married a man with freshness and energy more responsive to your own."
"Oh, Edmund, that is a severe reproach for my impertinent speech."
"You must not expect too much from me," he continued. "I told you that I was a broken, grief-stricken man, and you were content to be my comforter."
"Would that I could be so!" exclaimed Albinia, "but to try faithfully, I must say what is on my mind. Dear Edmund, if you would only look out of your books, and see how much good you could do, here in your own sphere, how much the right wants strengthening, how much evil cries out to be repressed, how sadly your own poor suffer--oh! if you once began, you would be so much happier!"
She trembled with earnestness, and with fear of her own audacity, but a resounding knock at the door prevented her from even discovering whether he were offended. He started away to secure his book, and the two girls came in. Albinia could hardly believe it late enough for their return, but they accounted for having come rather earlier by saying that Gilbert had been making himself so ridiculous when he had come at last, that grandmamma had sent him home.
"At last!" said Albinia. "He set off only ten minutes after you, as soon as he found that papa was not coming."
"All I know," said Lucy, "is, that he did not come till half-past nine, and said he had come from home."
"And where can he be now?"
"Gone to bed," growled Sophy.
"I don"t know what he has been doing," said Lucy, who since the suspicion of favouritism, had seemed to find especial pleasure in bringing forward her brother"s faults; "but he came in laughing like a plough-boy, and talking perfect nonsense. And when Aunt Maria spoke to him, he answered quite rudely, that he wasn"t going to be questioned and called to order, he had enough of petticoat government at home."
"No," said Sophy, breaking in with ungracious reluctance, as if against her will conveying some comfort to her step-mother for the sake of truth, "what he said was, that if he bore with petticoat government at home, it was because Mrs. Kendal was pretty and kind, and didn"t torment him out of his life for nothing, and what he stood from her, he would not stand from any other woman."
"But, Sophy, I am sure he did say Mrs. Kendal knew what she was going to say, and said it, and it was worth hearing, and he laughed in Aunt Maria"s face, and told her not to make so many bites at a cherry."
"He must have been beside himself," said Albinia, in a bewilderment of consternation, but Mr. Kendal"s return put a stop to all, for the sisters never told tales before him, and she would not bring the subject under his notice until she should be better informed. His suffering was too great, his wrath too stern, to be excited without serious cause; but she spent a wakeful, anxious night, revolving all imaginable evils into which the boy could have fallen, and perplexing herself what measures to take, feeling all the more grieved and bound to him by the preference that, even in this dreadful mood, he had expressed for her. She fell into a restless sleep in the morning, from which she wakened so late as to have no time to question Gilbert before breakfast. On coming down, she found that he had not made his appearance, and had sent word that he had a bad headache, and wanted no breakfast. His father, who had made a visit of inspection, said he thought it was pa.s.sing off, smiling as he observed upon Mrs. Meadows"s mince-pie suppers and home-made wine.
Lucy said nothing, but glanced knowingly at her sister and at Albinia, from neither of whom did she get any response.
Albinia did not dare to take any measures till Mr. Kendal had ridden out, and then she went up and knocked at Gilbert"s door. He was better, he said, and was getting up, he would be down-stairs presently. She watched for him as he came down, looking still very pale and unwell. She took him into her room, made him sit by the fire, and get a little life and warmth into his chilled hands before she spoke. "Yes, Gilbert, I don"t wonder you cannot lift up your head while so much is on your mind."
Gilbert started and hid his face.
"Did you think I did not know, and was not grieved?"
"Well," he cried, peevishly, "I"m sure I have the most ill-natured pair of sisters in the world."
"Then you meant to deceive us again, Gilbert."
He had relapsed into the old habit--as usual, a burst of tears and a declaration that no one was ever so badly off, and he did not know what to do.
"You _do_ know perfectly well what to do, Gilbert. There is nothing for it but to tell me the whole meaning of this terrible affair, and I will see whether I can help you."
It was always the same round, a few words would always bring the confession, and that pitiful kind of helpless repentance, which had only too often given her hope.
Gilbert a.s.sured her that he had fully purposed following his sisters, but that on the way he had unluckily fallen in with Archie Tritton and a friend, who had driven in to hear a man from London singing comic songs at the King"s Head, and they had persuaded him to come in. He had been uneasy and tried to get away, but the dread of being laughed at about his grandmother"s tea had prevailed, and he had been supping on oysters and porter, and trying to believe himself a fast man, till Archie, who had a.s.sured him that he was himself going home in "no time," had found it expedient to set off, and it had been agreed that he should put a bold face on it, and profess that he had never intended to do more than come and fetch his sisters home.
That the porter had anything to do with his extraordinary manner to his grandmother and aunt, was so shocking a notion, and the very hint made him cry so bitterly, and protest so earnestly that he had only had one pint, which he did not like, and only drank because he was afraid of being teased, that Albinia was ready to believe that he had been so elevated by excitement as to forget himself, and continue the style of the company he had left. It was bad enough, and she felt almost overpowered by the contemplation of the lamentable weakness of the poor boy, of the consequences, and of what was inc.u.mbent on her.
She leant back and considered a little while, then sighed heavily, and said, "Gilbert, two things must be done. You must make an apology to your grandmother and aunt, and you must confess the whole to your father."
He gave a sort of howl, as if she were misusing his confidence.
"It must be," she said. "If you are really sorry, you will not shrink.
I do not believe that it could fail to come to your father"s knowledge, even if I did not know it was my duty to tell him, and how much better to confess it yourself."
For this, however, Gilbert seemed to have no force; he cried piteously, bewailed himself, vowed incoherently that he would never do so again, and if she had not pitied him so much, would have made her think him contemptible.
She was inexorable as to having the whole told, though dreading the confession scarcely less than he did; and he finally made a virtue of necessity, and promised to tell, if only she would not desert him, declaring, with a fresh flood of tears, that he should never do wrong when she was by. Then came the apology. It was most necessary, and he owned that it would be much better to be able to tell his father that his grandmother had forgiven him; but he really had not nerve to set out alone, and Albinia, who had begun to dread having him out of sight, consented to go and protect him.
He shrank behind her, and she had to bear the flood of Maria"s surprises and regrets, before she could succeed in saying that he was very sorry for yesterday"s improper behaviour, and had come to ask pardon.
Grandmamma was placable; Gilbert"s white face and red eyes were pleading enough, and she was distressed at Mrs. Kendal having come out, looking pale and tired. If she had been alone, the only danger would have been that the offence would be lost in petting; but Maria had been personally wounded, and the jealousy she already felt of the step-mother, had been excited to the utmost by Gilbert"s foolish words. She was excessively grieved, and a great deal more angry with Mrs. Kendal than with Gilbert; and the want of justification for this feeling, together with her great excitement, distress, and embarra.s.sment, made her attempts to be dry and dignified ludicrously abortive. She really seemed to have lost the power of knowing what she said. She was glad Mrs. Kendal could walk up this morning, since she could not come at night.
"It was not my fault," said Albinia, earnestly; "Mr. Kendal forbade me.
I am sure I wish we had come."
The old lady would have said something kind about not reproaching herself, but Miss Meadows interposed with, "It was very unlucky, to be sure--Mr. Kendal never failed them before, not that she would wish--but she had always understood that to let young people run about late in the evening by themselves--not that she meant anything, but it was very unfortunate--if she had only been aware--Betty should have come down to walk up with them."
Gilbert could not forbear an ashamed smile of intense affront at this reproach to his manliness.
"It was exceedingly unfortunate," said Albinia, trying to repress her vexation; "but Gilbert must learn to have resolution to guard himself.
And now that he is come to ask your forgiveness, will you not grant it to him?"
"Oh, yes, yes, certainly, I forgive him from my heart. Yes, Gilbert, I do, only you must mind and beware--it is a very shocking thing--low company and all that--you"ve made yourself look as ill--and if you knew what a cake Betty had made--almond and citron both--"but it"s for Master Gilbert," she said, "and I don"t grudge"--and then to think--oh, dear!"
Albinia tried to express for him some becoming sorrow at having disappointed so much kindness, but she brought Miss Meadows down on her again.
"Oh, yes--she grudged nothing--but she never expected to meet with grat.i.tude--she was quite prepared--" and she swallowed and almost sobbed, "there had been changes. She was ready to make every excuse--she was sure she had done her best--but she understood--she didn"t want to be a.s.sured. It always happened so--she knew her homely ways were not what Mrs. Kendal had been used to--and she didn"t wonder--she only hoped the dear children--" and she was absolutely crying.
"My dear Maria," said her mother, soothingly, "you have worked yourself into such a state, that you don"t know what you are saying. You must not let Mrs. Kendal think that we don"t know that she is leading the dear children to all that is right and kind towards as."
"Oh, no, I don"t accuse any one. Only if they like to put me down under their feet and trample on me, they are welcome. That"s all I have to say."
Albinia was too much annoyed to be amused, and said, as she rose to take leave, "I think it would be better for Gilbert, as well as for ourselves, if we were to say no more till some more cool and reasonable moment."
"I am as cool as possible," said Miss Meadows, convulsively clutching her hand; "I"m not excited. Don"t excite yourself, Mrs. Kendal--it is very bad for you. Tell her not, Mamma--oh! no, don"t be excited--I mean nothing--I forgive poor dear Gibbie whatever little matters--I know there was excuse--boys with unsettled homes--but pray don"t go and excite yourself--you see how cool I am--"
And she pursued Albinia to the garden-gate, recommending her at every step not to be excited, for she was as cool as possible, trembling and stammering all the time, with flushed cheeks, and tears in her eyes.
"I wonder who she thinks is excited?" exclaimed Albinia, as they finally turned their backs on her.
It was hardly in human nature to help making the observation, but it was not prudent. Gilbert took licence to laugh, and say, "Aunt Maria is beside herself."
"I never heard anything so absurd or unjust!" cried Albinia, too much irritated to remember anything but the sympathy of her auditor. "If I am to be treated in this manner, I have done striving to please them. Due respect shall be shown, but as to intimacy and confidence--"
"I"m glad you see it so at last!" cried Gilbert. "Aunt Maria has been the plague of my life, and I"m glad I told her a bit of my mind!"
What was Albinia"s consternation! Her moment"s petulance had undone her morning"s work.