"And she is to be another Albinia."
"I represented the confusion, and how I always meant my daughter to be Winifred, but there"s no doing anything with him! It is only to be a second name. A. W. K.! Think if she should marry a Mr. Ward!"
"No, she would not be awkward, if she were so a-warded."
"It wont spell, Maurice," cried Albinia, laughing as their nonsense, as usual, rose to the surface, "but how is Winifred?"
"As well as could be hoped under the affliction of not being able to come and keep you in order."
"She fancied me according to the former pattern," said Albinia, smiling, "I could have shown her a better specimen, not that it was any merit, for there were no worries, and Edmund was so happy, that it was pleasure enough to watch him."
"I was coming every day to judge for myself, but I thought things could not be very bad, while he wrote such flourishing accounts."
"No, there were no more ponds!" said Albinia, "and grandmamma happily was quite well, cured, I believe, by the excitement. Lucy took care of her, and Sophy read to me--how we have enjoyed those readings! Oh!
and Aunt Gertrude has found a delightful situation for Genevieve, a barrister"s family, with lots of little children--eighty pounds a year, and quite ready to value her, so she is off my mind."
"Maurice, boy! come here," she called, as she caught sight of a creature prancing astride on one stick, and waving another. On perceiving a visitor, the urchin came careering up, bouncing full tilt upon her, and clasping her round with both his stalwart arms. "Gently, gently, boy,"
she said, bending down, and looking with proud delight at her brother, as she held between her hands a face much like her own, as fair and freshly tinted, but with a peculiar squareness of contour, large blue eyes, with dark fringes, br.i.m.m.i.n.g over with mischief and fun, a bold, broad brow, and thick, light curls. There was a spring and vigour as of perpetual irrepressible life about the whole being, and the moment he had accepted his uncle"s kiss, he poised his lance, and exclaimed, "You are Bonaparte, I"m the Duke!"
"Indeed," said Mr. Ferrars, at once seizing a wand, and bestriding the nearest bench. Two or three charges rendered the boy so uproarious, that presently he was ordered off, and to use the old apple tree as Bonaparte.
"What a stout fellow!" said Mr. Ferrars, as he went off at a plunging gallop, "I should have taken him for at least five years old!"
"So he might be," said Albinia, "for strength and spirit--he is utterly fearless, and never cries, much as he knocks himself about! He will do anything but learn. The rogue! he once knew all his letters, but no sooner did he find they were the work of life, than he forgot every one, and was never so obstreperous as when called upon to say them. I gave up the point, but I foresee some fine scenes."
"His minding no one but you is an old story. I hope at least the exception continues."
"I have avoided testing it. I want all my forces for a decisive battle.
I never heard of such a masterful imp," she continued, with much more exultation than anxiety, "his sisters have no chance with him, he rules them like a young Turk. There"s the pony! Sophy will let him have it as a right, and it is the work of my life to see that she is not defrauded of her rides."
"You don"t mean that that child rides anything but a stick."
"One would think he had been born in boots and spurs. Legitimately he only rides with some one leading the pony, but I have my suspicions that by some preternatural means he has been on the pony"s back, and round the yard alone, and that papa prudentially concealed it from me!"
"I confess I should not like it," said her brother gravely.
"Oh! I don"t mind that kind of thing. A real boy can"t be hurt, and I don"t care how wild he runs, so long as he is obedient and truthful. And true I think he is to the backbone, and I know he is reverend. We had such a disturbance because he would not say his prayers."
"Proof positive!"
"Yes, it was," said Albinia. "It did not seem to him orthodox without me, and when he was let into my room again, it was the prettiest sight!
When he had been told of his little sister, all he said was that he did not want little girls--girls were stupid--"
"Ah! that came of your premature introduction to my Albinia,"
"Not at all. It was partly as William"s own nephew, and partly because pleasure was expected from him. But when he actually saw the little thing, that st.u.r.dy face grew so very soft and sweet, and when we told him he was her protector, he put both his hands tight together, and said, "I"ll be so good!" When he is with her, another child seems to shine out under the bluff pickle he generally is--he walks so quietly, and thinks it such an honour to touch her."
"She will be his best tutor," said Maurice, smiling, but breaking off--
A sudden shriek of deadly terror rang out over the garden from the river! A second or two sufficed to show them Lucy at the other end of the foot-bridge, that led across the ca.n.a.l to the towing-path. She did not look round, till Albinia, clutching her, demanded, "Where is he?"
Unable to speak, Lucy pointed down the towing-path, along which a horse was seen rushing wildly--a figure pursuing it. "It was. .h.i.tched up here--he must have scrambled up by the gate! Oh! mamma! mamma! He has run after him, but oh!"
Mr. Ferrars gave Lucy"s arm a squeeze, a hint not to augment the horror.
Something he said of "Let me--and you had better--" but Albinia heard nothing, and was only bent on pressing forward.
The ca.n.a.l and path took a wide sweep round the meadow, and the horse was still in sight, galloping at full speed, with a small heap on its back, as they trusted, but the rapid motion, and their eyes strained and misty with alarm, caused an agony of uncertainty.
Albinia pointed across the meadows in anguish at not being able to make herself understood, and hoa.r.s.ely said, "The gate!"
Mr. Ferrars caught her meaning, and the next moment had leaped over the gutter, and splashed into the water meadow, but in utter hopelessness of being beforehand with the runaway steed! How could that gate be other than fatal? The horse was nearing it--the pursuer far behind--Mr.
Ferrars not half way over the fields.
There was a loud cry from Lucy.--"He is caught! caught!"
A loud shout came back, was caught up, and sent on by both the pursuers, "All right!"
Albinia had stood in an almost annihilation of conscious feeling. Even when her brother strode back to her repeating "All safe, thanks be to G.o.d," she neither spoke nor relaxed that intensity of watching. A few seconds more, and she sprang forward again as the horse was led up by a young man at his side; and on his back, laughing and chattering, sat Master Maurice. Algernon Dusautoy strode a few steps behind, somewhat aggrieved, but that no one saw.
The elder Maurice lifted down the younger one, who, as he was clasped by his mother, exclaimed, "Oh! mamma, Bamfylde went so fast! I am to ride home again! He said so--he"s my cousin!"
Albinia scarcely heard; her brother however had turned to thank the stranger for her, and exclaimed, "I should say you were an O"More."
"I"m Ulick, from the Loughside Lodge," was the answer. "Is cousin Winifred here?"
"No, this is my sister, Mrs. Kendal, but--"
Albinia held out her hand, and grasped his; "I can"t--Maurice, speak,"
she said.
The little Maurice persisted in his demand to be remounted for the twelve yards to their own gate, but n.o.body heard him; his uncle was saying a few words of explanation to the stranger, and Algernon Dusautoy was enunciating something intended as a gracious reception of the apologies which no one was making. All Albinia thought of was that the little unruly hand was warm and struggling, prisoned in her own; all her brother cared for was to have her safely at home. He led her across the bridge, and into the garden, where they met Mr. Kendal, who had taken alarm from her absence; Lucy ran up with her story, and almost at the same moment, Albinia, springing to him, murmured, "Oh! Edmund, the great mercy--Maurice;" but there she found herself making a hoa.r.s.e shriek; with a mingled sense of fright and shame, she smothered it, but there was an agony of suffocation, she felt her husband"s arms round her, heard his voice, and her boy"s scream of terror--felt them all unable to help her, and sank into unconsciousness.
Mr. Ferrars helped Mr. Kendal to carry his wife"s inanimate form to her room. They used all means of restoration, but it was a long, heavy swoon, and a slow, painful revival. Mr. Kendal would have been in utter despair at hearing that the doctor was out, but for his brother, with his ready resources and cheerful encouragement; and finally, she lifted her eyelids, and as she felt the presence of her two dearest guardians, whispered, "Where is he?"
Lucy reported that he was with Susan, and Albinia, after hearing her husband again a.s.sure her that he was quite safe, lay still from exhaustion, but so calm, that her brother thought them best alone, and drew Lucy away.
In about a quarter of an hour Mr. Kendal came down, saying that she was quietly asleep, and he had left the nurse with her. He had yet to hear the story, and when he understood that the child had been madly careering along the towing-path, on the back of young Dusautoy"s most spirited hunter, and had been only stopped when the horse was just about to leap the tall gate, he was completely overcome. When he spoke again, it was with the abrupt exclamation, "That child! Lucy, bring him down!"
In marched the boy, full of life and mischief, though with a large red spot beneath each eye.
"Maurice!" Gilbert had often heard that tone, but Maurice never, and he tossed back his head with an innocent look of fearless wonder. "Maurice, I find you have been a very naughty, disobedient boy. When you rode the pony round the yard, did not I order you never to do so again?"
"I did not do it again," boldly rejoined Maurice.
"Speak the truth, sir. What do you mean by denying what you have done?"
exclaimed his father, angrily.
"I didn"t ride the pony," indignantly cried the child, "I rode a horse, saddled and bridled!"