He would gladly have given up the visit, for his repugnance to society was in full force on the eve of a party; but Albinia, by representing that it would be wrong to disappoint Colonel Bury, and very hard on the unoffending Gilbert and Lucy, succeeded in prevailing on him to accept his melancholy destiny, and to allow her to remain at home with Sophy and the baby--one of the greatest sacrifices he or she had yet made. He was exceedingly vexed, and therefore the less disposed to be lenient.
The more Albinia told him of Sophy"s unhappiness, the more he hoped it would do her good, and he could not be induced to see her, nor to send her any message of forgiveness, for in truth it was less the baby"s accident that he resented, than the eighteen months of surly resistance to the baby"s mother, and at present he was more unrelenting than the generous, forgiving spirit of his wife could understand, though she tried to believe it manly severity and firmness.
"It would be time to pardon," he said, "when pardon was asked."
And Albinia could not say that it had been asked, except by misery.
"She has the best advocate in you," said Mr. Kendal, affectionately, "and if there be any feeling in her, such forbearance cannot fail to bring it out. I am more grieved than I can tell you at your present disappointment, but it shall not happen again. If you can bring her to a better mind, I shall be the more satisfied in sending her from home."
"Edmund! you do not think of it!"
"My mind is made up. Do you think I have not watched your patient care, and the manner in which it has been repaid? You have sufficient occupation without being the slave of those children"s misconduct."
"Sophy would be miserable. Oh! you must not! She is the last girl in the world fit to be sent to school."
"I will not have you made miserable at home. This has been a long trial, and nothing has softened her."
"Suppose this was the very thing."
"If it were, what is past should not go unrequited, and the change will teach her what she has rejected. Hush, dearest, it is not that I do not think that you have done all for her that tenderness or good sense could devise, but your time is too much occupied, and I cannot see you overtasked by this poor child"s headstrong temper. It is decided, Albinia; say no more."
"I have failed," thought Albinia, as he left the room. "He decides that I have failed in bringing up his children. What have I done? Have I been mistaken? have I been careless? have I not prayed enough? Oh! my poor, poor Sophy! What will she do among strange girls? Oh! how wretched, how harsh, how misunderstood she will be! She will grow worse and worse, and just when I do think I might have begun to get at her! And it is for my sake! For me that her father is set against her, and is driving her out from her home! Oh! what shall I do? Winifred will promote it, because they all think I am doing too much! I wonder what put that in Edmund"s head? But when he speaks in that way, I have no hope!"
Mr. Kendal"s anger took a direction with which she better sympathized when he walked down Tibbs"s Alley, and counted the nine beer shops, which had never dawned on his imagination, and which so greatly shocked it, that he went straight to the astonished Pettilove, and gave him a severe reprimand for allowing the houses to be made dens of iniquity and disorder.
He was at home in time to meet the doctor, and hear that Maurice had suffered not the smallest damage; and then to make another ineffectual attempt to persuade Albinia to consign Sophy to imprisonment with Aunt Maria; after which he drove off very much against his will with Lucy and Gilbert, both declaring that they did not care a rush to go to Fairmead under the present circ.u.mstances.
Albinia had a sad, sore sense of failure, and almost of guilt, as she lingered on the door-step after seeing them set off. The education of "Edmund"s children" had been a cherished vision, and it had resulted so differently from her expectations, that her heart sank. With Gilbert there was indeed no lack of love and confidence, but there was a sad lurking sense of his want of force of character, and she had avowedly been insufficient to preserve him from temptation; Lucy, whom externally she had the most altered, was not of a nature accordant enough with her own for her to believe the effects deep or permanent; and Sophia--poor Sophia! Had what was kindly called forbearance been really neglect and want of moral courage? Would a gentler, less eager person have won instead of repelling confidence? Had her multiplicity of occupations made her give but divided attention to the more important home duty.
Alas! alas! she only knew that her husband thought his daughter beyond her management, and for that very reason she would have given worlds to retain the uncouth, perverse girl under her charge.
She stood loitering, for the sound of the river and the shade of the willows were pleasant on the glowing July day, and having made all her arrangements for going from home, she had no pressing employment, and thus she waited, musing as she seldom allowed herself time to do, and thinking over each phase of her conduct towards Sophy, in the endeavour to detect the mistake; and throughout came, not exactly answering her query, but throwing a light upon it, her brother"s warning, that if she did not resign herself to rest quietly when rest was forced upon her, she would work amiss when she did work.
Just then came a swinging of the gate, a step on the walk, and Miss Meadows made her appearance. A message had been sent up in the morning, but grandmamma was so nervous, that Maria had trotted down in the heat so satisfy her.
Albinia was surprised to find that womanhood had thrown all their instincts on the baby"s side, and was gratified by the first truly kind fellow-feeling they had shown her. She took Maria into the morning room, where she had left Sophy lying on the sofa, and ran up to fetch Maurice from the nursery.
When she came down, having left the nurse adorning him, she found that she had acted cruelly. Sophy was standing up with her hardest face on, listening to her aunt"s well-meant rebukes on her want of feeling, and hopes that she did regret the having endangered her brother, and deprived "her dear mamma of the party of pleasure at Fairmead; but Aunt Maria knew it was of no use to talk to Sophy, none--!"
"Pray don"t, Aunt Maria," said Albinia, gently drawing Sophy down on the sofa again; "this poor child is in no state to be scolded."
"You are a great deal too good to her, Mrs. Kendal--after such wilfulness as last night--carrying the dear baby out in the street--I never heard of such a thing--But what made you do it, Sophy, wont you tell me that? No, I know you won"t; no one ever can get a word from her.
Ah! that sulky disposition--it is a very nasty temper--can"t you break through it, Sophy, and confess it all to your dear mamma? You would be so much better. But I know it is of no use, poor child, it is just like her father."
Albinia was growing very angry, and it was well that Maurice"s merry crowings were heard approaching. Miss Meadows was delighted to see him, but as he had a great aversion to her, the interview was not prolonged, since he could not be persuaded to keep the peace by being held up to watch a buzzing fly, as much out of sight of her as possible, wrinkling up his nose, and preparing to cry whenever he caught sight of her white bonnet and pink roses.
Miss Meadows bethought her that grandmamma was anxious, so she only waited to give an invitation to tea, but merely to Mrs. Kendal; she would say nothing about Sophy since disgrace--well-merited--if they could only see some feeling.
"Thank you," said Albinia, "some evening perhaps I may come, since you are so kind, but I don"t think I can leave this poor twisted arm to itself."
Miss Meadows evaporated in hopes that Sophy would be sensible of--and a.s.surances that Mrs. Kendal was a great deal too--with finally, "Good-bye, Sophy, I wish I could have told grandmamma that you had shown some feeling."
"I believe," said Albinia, "that you would only be too glad if you knew how."
Sophy gasped.
Albinia could not help feeling indignant at the misjudged persecution; and yet it seemed to render the poor child more entirely her own, since all the world besides had turned against her. "Kiss her, Maurice," she said, holding the little fellow towards her. That scratched arm of hers has spared your small brains from more than you guess."
Sophy"s first impulse was to hide her face, but he thought it was bo-peep, caught hold of her fingers, and laughed; then came to a sudden surprised stop, and looked up to his mother, when the countenance behind the screen proved sad instead of laughing.
"Ah! baby, you had better have done with me," Sophy said, bitterly; "you are the only one that does not hate me yet, and you don"t know what I have done to you."
"I know some one else that cares for you, my poor Sophy," said Albinia, "and who would do anything to make you feel it without distressing you.
If you knew how I wish I knew what to do for you!"
"It is no use," said Sophy, moodily; "I was born to be a misery to myself and every one else."
"What has put such a fancy in your head, my dear?" said Albinia, nearly smiling.
"Grandmamma"s Betty said so, she used to call me Peter Grievous, and I know it is so. It is of no good to bother yourself about me. It can"t be helped, and there"s an end of it."
"There is not an end of it, indeed!" cried Albinia. "Why, Sophy, do you suppose I could bear to leave you so?"
"I"m sure I don"t see why not."
"Why not?" continued Albinia, in her bright, tender voice. "Why, because I must love you with all my heart. You are your own dear papa"s child, and this little man"s sister. Yes, and you are yourself, my poor, sad, lonely child, who does not know how to bring out the thoughts that prey on her, and who thinks it very hard to have a stranger instead of her own mother. I know I should have felt so."
"But I have behaved so ill to you," cried Sophy, as if bent on repelling the proffered affection. "I would not like you, and I did not like you.
Never! and I have gone against you every way I could."
"And now I love you because you are sorry for it."
"I"m not"--Sophy had begun, but the words turned into "Am I?"
"I think you are," and with the sweetest of tearful smiles, she put an arm round the no longer resisting Sophy, and laying her cheek against the little brother"s, she kissed first one and then the other.
"I can"t think why you are so," said Sophy, still struggling against the undeserved love, though far more feebly. "I shall never deserve it."
"See if you don"t, when we pull together instead of contrary ways."
"But," cried Sophy, with a sudden start from her, as if remembering a mortal offence, "you drained the pond!"
"I own I earnestly wished it to be drained; but had you any reason for regretting it, my dear?"
"Ah! you did not know," said Sophy. "He and I used to be always there."
"He--?"
"Why, will you make me say it?" cried Sophy. "Edmund! I mean Edmund!
We always called it his pond. He made the little quay for his boats--he used to catch the minnows there. I could go and stand by it, and think he was coming out to play; and now you have had it dried up, and his dear little minnows are all dead," and she burst into a pa.s.sion of tears, that made Maurice cry till Albinia hastily carried him off and returned.