Mr. Berners had patience with her, and let the storm take its course, knowing that it would be followed by a calm that would best prepare the poor creature to meet her lady.
When Miss Tabby was composed enough to listen to him, Mr. Berners very impressively said to her:
"You must remember Mrs. Berner"s mental derangement, that renders her utterly unconscious of her imprisonment, and unconcerned about her future, and you must be very cautious neither to betray any emotion at the sight of her, nor to make any allusion to the murder or the trial, or to any person or event connected with either; for she has forgotten all about it."
"That is a wonderful blessing indeed, and I would bite my tongue off sooner than say anything to disturb her," said Miss Tabby, with a few subsiding sobs.
The same admonition which he had administered to Miss Tabby was also emphatically impressed upon the mind of Joe. And the old man was even more ready and able to understand and act upon it than the old maid had been.
When Raphael and little Cro" found out that Mr. Berners was going to take Miss Tabby to see Mrs. Berners, they both pleaded to go with him also.
But this could not in either case be permitted.
To Raphael Mr. Berners explained the case of his wife, and sent the boy away more sorrowful, if possible, than before.
To little Cro" he gave his gold pencil and his new blank note-book from his pocket, that the child might amuse himself with drawing "pictures,"
and he promised to take him to see "Sybil-mamma" at some future day.
It was yet early in the forenoon when the carriage from Black Hall rolled through the prison gates, and drew up before the great door of the building.
Miss Tabby groaned and sighed heavily as she followed Mr. Berners into the gloomy hall.
They were met by one of the turnkeys, who informed Mr. Berners that Mrs.
Berners and Miss Pendleton were taking the air in the walled garden behind the building.
Preceded by the turnkey and followed by Miss Tabby, Lyon Berners went through the hall out at the grated back door, and through the walled back yard, and through another heavy gate into the strongly enclosed and well-shaded garden, where he found his wife and her friend sitting under the trees.
This was so much better than anything Miss Tabby had expected to see, that her depressed spirits rose at once as she hurried after Mr. Berners to meet Sybil, who, with Beatrix, had arisen to receive him.
Mr. Berners had scarcely time to embrace his wife and shake hands with Miss Pendleton, before Miss Tabby rushed past him, caught Sybil in her arms, and forgetting all Mr. Berners" cautions and her own promises, fell to sobbing and crying over her foster-child, and exclaiming:
"Oh, my lamb! my baby! my darling! And is it here I find you, my darling! my baby! my lamb!" etc., etc., etc.
"Why, you foolish old Tabby, what are you howling for now? Haven"t you got over your habit of crying for every thing yet, you over-grown old infant?" asked Sybil, laughing, as she extricated herself from the clinging embrace, and sat down.
"I know I"m an old fool," whimpered Miss Tabby, as she wiped her eyes, and leaning up against the bole of the tree.
"To be sure you are! Everybody knows that! But you are a dear, good old Tabby, for all; and I am delighted to see you. And now aren"t you going to speak to Miss Pendleton?"
"Oh, yes! how do you do, Miss Beatrix? inquired the old woman, as she courtesied and offered her hand to Miss Pendleton.
"I am well and glad to see you, Miss Tabby," answered the young lady, cordially.
"And oh, Miss Beatrix, I do pray the Lord to bless you every night and morning of my life! For surely you do deserve blessings for staying with Miss Sybil in this here awful--"
An admonitory pressure of Miss Tabby"s shoe by Mr. Berner"s boot arrested her speech for an instant, and then modified it:
"In this here commodious and sillubrious watering place!" she added, with a knowing nod towards Mr. Berners, which happily escaped Sybil"s notice.
Sybil had many questions to ask about Black Hall and its inmates, and its surroundings; but first she asked the general question:
"How are all at home, Miss Tabby?"
"Oh, all are well, my dear child!" answered the old woman, "as well as can be, considering your--Oh, there I go again!" she exclaimed, suddenly breaking off in alarm.
"All are well, you say, Miss Tabby?" inquired Sybil.
"Oh yes, honey, all well, the servants and the cattle and the pets and all the other animyles, and Raphael and little Cromartie--Oh, my goodness! there I go again, worse than ever."
"Who? Raph--Cro"?" began Sybil, pa.s.sing her hand in perplexity to and fro across her brow. "Who are they? Did I dream of them, or read of them somewhere? Raph--Cro". Oh, dear me, my head is so queer! Did I read or dream?"
"No, my dear," exclaimed Miss Tabby, hastening to retrieve her error.
"You did not read, nor likewise dream of any sich. They"s peac.o.c.ks, honey; nothing but peac.o.c.ks, as was bought to ornament the lawn, you know."
"Oh yes, I know! peac.o.c.ks!" said Sybil with a smile, readily adopting the explanation that had been made to her. "But I dreamt a strange dream about those peac.o.c.ks. I dreamt--Oh, I can"t remember what I dreamt!" she continued, contracting her brows with an expression of pain and perplexity.
"Never mind, my darling, what it was. Dreams are profitless subjects to employ the mind upon," said Beatrix Pendleton, taking Sybil"s hand, and lifting her up. "Now come with me. I have something pleasanter to talk about," she added, as she drew Sybil down one of the shaded garden walks.
There was one subject among others upon which Sybil was quite sane; her own approaching maternity. Beatrix knew this, as she led her to a distant garden seat, and made her sit down upon it, while she said:
"Now, darling, that Miss Tabby is here, had we not better commission her to buy some flannels and lawns and laces for the wardrobe of the coming child? She can bring them when she comes next time. And you and I can amuse ourselves with making them up."
"Oh yes, yes, indeed! That will be delightful. How strange I never thought of that before! Why, I do believe I would have let the little stranger arrive without an article to put on it, if you hadn"t reminded me--and I a married woman, who ought to know better, and you only a girl, who ought to know nothing! Well, I do declare!" exclaimed Sybil, turning and staring at her companion.
"Never mind, darling; it is only because you have been ill, and I have been well, that you have forgotten this necessary provision, while I have remembered it," said Beatrix soothingly.
"Well, I won"t forget it again!" exclaimed Sybil, starting up and running towards her husband, and followed by Miss Pendleton.
"Lyon!" she said, breathlessly. "How much money have you got about you?"
"I don"t know, dear. You can have it all, if you wish, be it little or much; for it is all your own, Sybil," replied Lyon Berners, putting his purse in her hands.
"Oh, no, I don"t want that; but you must give Tabby as much money as she may require, to make some purchases for me."
"Yes, certainly," said Mr. Berners, taking back his pocket-book.
"Me! me make purchases for you, my lamb? La! whatever can you want in this awful--There I go again!" exclaimed Miss Tabby in dismay.
"You have too much curiosity, you good old soul. But here, come with me, and I will tell you what to buy for me--after you have instructed me as to what I shall want," said Sybil, laughing archly, as she led the way to a rude arbor at a short distance.
"Now, Tabby, what I want you to buy for me, is everything in the world that is needed for a bran, spic and span new baby!"
"La! Miss Sybil; whose baby?" inquired the astonished housekeeper, with her mouth and eyes wide open.
"Tabby, don"t be a goose!"
"But, Miss Sybil, I don"t know what you mean!"