"There need be no scruples on that score," said Albinia; "the Colonel would only thank me if I brought him half Bayford."
"Then," cried Sophy, "you think we may ask her? Oh, I should like to run up myself;"--and a look of congratulation and grat.i.tude pa.s.sed between her and her brother.
"No, indeed, you must not, let me go," said Lucy, "I"ll just finish this cup of tea--"
"My dear, my dear," interposed Mrs. Meadows, "pray consider. She is a very good little girl in her way, but it is only giving her a taste for things out of her station."
"Oh! don"t say that, dear grandmamma," interposed Albinia, "one good festival does carry one so much better through days of toil!"
"Ah, well! my dear, you will do as you think proper; but considering who the poor child is, I should call it no kindness to bring her forward in company."
Something pa.s.sed between the indignant Gilbert and Sophy about French counts and marquises, but Lucy managed much better. "Dear me, grandmamma, n.o.body wishes to bring her forward. She will only play with the children, and see the fireworks, and no one will speak to her."
Albinia averted further discussion till grandmamma had left the breakfast-table, when all four appealed with one voice to Mr. Kendal, who saw no objection, whereupon Lucy ran off, while Albinia finished her arrangements for the well-being of grandmamma, Sophy, and Maurice, who were as difficult to manage as the fox, goose, and cabbage. At every turn she encountered Gilbert, touching up his toilette at each gla.s.s, and seriously consulting her and Sophy upon the choice between lilac and lemon-coloured gloves, and upon the bows of his fringed neck-tie.
"My dear Gilbert," said Albinia, on the fifth anxious alternative, "it is of no use. No living creature will be the wiser, and do what you will, you will never look half so well as your father."
Gilbert flung aside, muttering something about "fit to be seen," but just then Lucy hurried in. "Oh! mamma, she wont go--she is very much obliged, but she can"t go."
"Can"t! she must," cried Albinia and Gilbert together.
"She says you are very kind, but that she cannot. I said everything I could; I told her she should wear Sophy"s muslin mantle, or my second best polka."
"No doubt you went and made a great favour of it," said Gilbert.
"No, I a.s.sure you I did not; I persuaded her with all my might; I said mamma wished it, and we all wished it; and I am sure she would really have been very glad if she could have gone."
"It can"t be the school, it is holiday time," said Gilbert. "I"ll go and see what is the matter."
"No, I will go," said Albinia, "I will ask the old ladies to luncheon here, and that will make her happy, and make it easier for Sophy to get on with Sarah Anne Drury."
Lucy had seen Genevieve alone; Albinia took her by storm before Madame Belmarche, whose little black eyes sparkled as she a.s.sured Mrs. Kendal that the child merited that and every other pleasure; and when Genevieve attempted to whisper objections, silenced her with an embrace, saying, "Ah! my love, where is your grat.i.tude to Madame? Have no fears for us.
Your pleasure will be ours for months to come."
The liquid sweetness of Genevieve"s eyes spoke of no want of grat.i.tude, and with glee which she no longer strove to repress, she tripped away to equip herself, and Albinia heard her clear young voice upstairs, singing away the burthen of some queer old French ditty.
Albinia found Gilbert and Sophy in disgrace with Lucy for having gathered the choicest flowers, which they were eagerly making up into bouquets. Genevieve"s was ready before she arrived in the prettiest tremor of grat.i.tude and antic.i.p.ation, and presented to her by Gilbert, whilst Sophy looked on, and blushed crimson, face, neck, and all, as Genevieve smelt and admired the white roses that had so cruelly been reft from Lucy"s beloved tree.
With every advantage of pretty features, good complexion, and nice figure, the English Lucy, in her blue-and-white checked silk, worked muslin mantle, and white chip bonnet with blue ribbons, was eclipsed by the small swarthy French girl, in that very old black silk dress, and white trimmed coa.r.s.e straw bonnet, just enlivened by little pink bows at the neck and wrists. It had long been acknowledged that Genevieve was unrivalled in the art of tying bows, and those pink ones were paragons, redolent of all her own fresh sprightly archness and refinement. Albinia herself was the best representative of English good looks, and never had she been more brilliant, her rich chestnut hair waving so prettily on the rounded contour of her happy face, her fair cheek tinted with such a healthy fresh bloom, her grey eyes laughing with merry softness, her whole person so alert and elastic with exuberant life and enjoyment, that grandmamma was as happy in watching her as if she had been her own daughter, and stroked down the broad flounces of her changeable silk, and admired her black lace, as if she felt the whole family exalted by Mrs. Kendal"s appearance.
It was a merry journey, through the meadows and corn-fields, laughing in the summer sunshine, and in due time they saw the flag upon Fairmead steeple, and Albinia nodded to curtseying old friends at the cottage doors. The lodge gate swung open wide, and the well-known striped marquee was seen among the trees in the distance, as they went up the carriage road; but at the little iron gate leading to the shrubbery there was a halt; Mr. Ferrars called to the carriage to stop, and opened the door. At the same moment Albinia gave a cry of wonder, and exclaimed, "Why, Fred? is William here?"
"No; at Montreal, but very well," was the answer, with a hearty shake of the hand.
"Edmund, it is Fred Ferrars," said Albinia. "Why, Maurice, you never told us."
"He took us by surprise yesterday."
"Yes; I landed yesterday morning, went to the Family Office, found Belraven was nowhere, and the aunts at Fairmead, and so came on here,"
explained Fred, as he finished shaking hands with all the party, and walked on beside Albinia. He was tall, fresh-coloured, a good deal like her, with a long fair moustache, and light, handsome figure; and Lucy, though rather disconcerted at Genevieve being taken for one of themselves, began eagerly to whisper her conviction that he was Lord Belraven"s brother, mamma"s first cousin, captain in the 25th Lancers, and aide-de-camp to General Ferrars.
It was the first meeting since an awkward parting. The only son of a foolish second marriage, and early left an orphan, Frederick Ferrars bad grown up under the good aunts" charge, somewhat neglected by his half-brother, by many years his senior. He was little older than Albinia, and a merry, bantering affection had always subsisted between them, till he had begun to give it the air of something more than friendship. Albinia was, however, of a nature to seek for something of depth and repose, on which to rely for support and anchorage. Fred"s vivacious disposition had never for a moment won her serious attachment; she was "very fond of him," but no more; her heart was set on sharing her brother"s life as a country pastor. She went to Fairmead, Fred was carried off by the General to Canada, and she presently heard of his hopeless attachment to a lovely Yankee, whom he met on board the steamer. All this was now cast behind the seven most eventful years of Albinia"s life; and in the dignity of her matronhood, she looked more than ever on "poor Fred" as a boy, and was delighted to see him again, and to hear of her brother William.
A few steps brought them to the shade of the large cedar-tree, where was seated Winifred, and Mrs. Annesley was with her. The greetings had hardly been exchanged before the Colonel came upon them in all his glory, with his pretty shy bride niece on his arm, looking very like the Alice Percy of the old times, when Fred used to tease the two girls.
Genevieve was made heartily welcome, and Sophia"s absence deplored, and then the Colonel carried off the younger ones to the archery, giving his arm to the much-flattered Lucy, and followed by Gilbert and Genevieve, with Willie and Mary adhering to them closely, and their governess in sight.
Mr. Ferrars and Mr. Kendal fell into one of their discussions, and paced up and down the shady walk, while Albinia sat, in the complete contentment, between Alice and Winifred, with Fred Ferrars on the turf at their feet, living over again the bygone days, laughing over ancient jokes, resuscitating past sc.r.a.pes, tracing the lot of old companions, or telling mischievous anecdotes of each other, for the very purpose of being contradicted. They were much too light-hearted to note the lapse of time, till Maurice came to take his wife home, thinking she had had fatigue enough. Mrs. Annesley went with her, and Albinia, on looking for her husband, was told that he had fallen in with some old Indian acquaintances; and Charles Bury presently came to find his wife, and conduct the party to luncheon. There was no formal meal, but a perpetual refection laid out in the dining-room, for relays of guests. Fred took care of Albinia and here they met Miss Ferrars, who had been with one of her old friends, to whom she was delighted to exhibit her nephew and niece in their prime of good looks.
"But I must go," said Albinia; "having found the provisions, I must secure that Mr. Kendal and the children are not famished."
Fred came with her, and she turned down the long alley leading to the archery-ground. He felt old times so far renewed as to resume their habits of confidence, and began, "I suppose the General has not told you what has brought me home?"
"He has not so much as told me you were coming."
"Ay, ay, of course you know how he treats those things."
"Oh--h!" said Albinia, perfectly understanding.
"But," continued Frederick, eagerly, "even he confesses that she is the very sweetest--I mean," as Albinia smiled at this evident embellishment, "even he has not a word of objection to make except the old story about married officers."
"And who is _she_, Fred?"
"Oh, mamma, there you are!" and Lucy joined them as they emerged on the bowling-green, where stood the two bright targets, and the groups of archers, whose shafts, for the most part, flew far and wide.
"Where are the rest, my dear? are they shooting?"
"Yes; Gilbert has been teaching Genevieve--there, she is shooting now."
The little light figure stood in advance. Gilbert held her arrows, and another gentleman appeared to be counselling her. There seemed to be general exultation when one of her arrows touched the white ring outside the target.
"That has been her best shot," said Lucy. "I am sure I would not shoot in public unless I knew how!"
"Do you not like shooting?" asked Captain Ferrars; and Lucy smiled, and lost her discontented air.
"It hurts my fingers, she said; "and I have always so much to do in the garden."
Albinia asked if she had had anything to eat.
"Oh, yes; the Colonel asked Gilbert to carve in the tent there, for the children and governesses," said Lucy, "he and Genevieve were very busy there, but I found I was not of much use so, I came away with the Miss Bartons to look at the flowers, but now they are shooting, and I could not think what had become of you."
And Lucy bestowed her company on Albinia and the Captain, reducing him to dashing, disconnected talk, till they met Mr. Kendal, searching for them in the same fear that they were starving, and anxious to introduce his wife to his Indian friends. When at the end of the path, Albinia looked round, the Lancer had disappeared, and Lucy was walking by her father, trying to look serenely amused by a discussion on the annexation of the Punjaub.
The afternoon was spent in pleasant loitering, chiefly with Miss Ferrars, who asked much after Sophy, lamented greatly over Winifred"s delicate health, and was very anxious to know what could have brought Fred home, being much afraid it was some fresh foolish attachment.
Ominous notes were heard from the band, and the Colonel came to tell them that there was to be dancing till it was dark enough for the fireworks, his little Alice had promised him her first country-dance.
Fred Ferrars emerged again with a half-laughing, half-imploring, "For the sake of old times, Albinia! We"ve been partners before!"