"We are both orphans, and she is certainly not my junior, yet your propriety would be shocked if I behaved as she does. Where is Stanley?"
"Studying his geography lesson, with the a.s.sistance of the globe, in the library. What do you want with him?"
"I am going to the beach, and wish him to walk with me."
"It is too late for you to start for the seaside, and, moreover, it would appear very discourteous in you to absent yourself the first evening that these strangers spend here. Ulpian would be displeased."
"According to your statement a few minutes since, that is his chronic condition, as far as I am concerned; and, as I do not belong to the mimosa species, I think I may brave his frowns."
"That is not the worst you have to apprehend. Child, I think it would be bitter indeed, to bear Ulpian Grey"s contempt."
"I shall take care not to deserve it; and Dr. Grey never forgets to be just."
"My dear little girl, what right have you to be jealous of his love for his young ward?"
The flame that was slowly dying out of her face leaped up fiercer than before, and she crimsoned to the edges of her hair.
"Jealous! Good heavens, Miss Jane, you must be dreaming! I merely question the taste that allows his "lady-like" favorite to caress him so openly, and should not have expressed my disapprobation so strongly if you had not rated me soundly, and held her up as a model for my humble imitation. If she and her governess are to stir up strife between you and me, I shall heartily wish them a speedy pa.s.sage to Halifax or heaven. Beyond all peradventure I shall get murderously jealous if you dare to give this sloe-eyed, peony-faced girl, my place in your dear old heart. She, of course, will fondle her guardian as much as she pleases, or as often as he sees fit to allow; but woe unto her if I catch her hands and lips about you, my dearest and best friend! Don"t scold me and praise her, or some fine day I shall jump at and strangle her, which you know would not be "well-bred" or "lady-like," much less moral and Christian."
She almost smothered the old lady in her arms, and kissed her several times.
"What has stirred up the evil spirit in you? You look as wicked as your mother Herodias, thirsting for the blood of John the Baptist; or as Jezebel plotting against the prophet--"
"And telling me that like her I am "going to the dogs" is not the surest way to reform me. Stanley! Stanley! get your hat and come here."
"Your awful temper will be your ruin if you don"t put a curb-bit on it. See here, Salome, don"t be so utterly silly and childish! I do not wish you to go to the sea-sh.o.r.e this evening."
"Please, Miss Jane, don"t order me to stay at home, because, then of course, I should feel bound to obey you, and I should not behave prettily, and you would wish me at the bottom of the sea, instead of on its brink. Let me go, and I will come back cool as a cuc.u.mber, and well-behaved as Miss Muriel Manton. Please don"t prohibit me; and I promise I will lose my evil spirit in the sea, like that Gergesene wretch that haunted the tombs. Here comes Stanley. Don"t shake your head. I am off."
Miss Jane would not receive the proffered farewell kiss, but tears gathered and dimmed her eyes as she looked after the graceful, girlish figure, swiftly crossing the lawn; and sad forebodings filled her affectionate heart when she thought of the unknown future that stretched before that impetuous, jealous, imperious nature.
Anxious that the strangers should feel thoroughly welcome and at home, she joined them as soon as possible after their return from the sheepfold, and exerted herself to keep the shuttlec.o.c.k of conversation in constant motion; but her brother"s watchful eyes discerned the perturbed feeling she sought to hide; and, when she insisted, for the first time in two years, upon taking her seat and presiding at the tea-table, he busied himself in arranging her cushions comfortably, and whispered,--
"How good and considerate you are, my precious sister. A thousand thanks for this generous effort, which I trust will not fatigue you."
He placed himself opposite, and was about to ask a blessing on the meal, but paused to inquire,--
"Where are the children, Salome and Stanley?"
"They have gone down to the beach, and we will not wait for them."
Soon after, Muriel said,--
"I think Salome is almost beautiful. She has splendid eyes and hair.
Miss Edith, does she not remind you of a piece of sculpture at Naples?"
"Yes; I noticed a resemblance to the _Julia-Agrippina_, and the likeness must be remarkable, since it impressed us simultaneously.
Salome"s brow is fuller, and her chin more prominent than that of the Roman woman we admired so ardently; and, besides, I should judge that she had quite as much or more will than the daughter of Germanicus, for her lips are thinner."
Dr. Grey changed the topic of conversation, and Miss Dexter courteously followed the cue.
The moon was high in heaven when Salome and her brother came up the avenue; and, observing that the lights were extinguished in the front rooms, she surmised that the new-comers had retired very early, in consequence of fatigue from their long journey. Sending Stanley to bed, she sat down on the steps to rest a few moments before going upstairs, and began to fan herself with her straw hat.
She had grown very calm, and almost ashamed of her pa.s.sionate ebullition in the presence of strangers; and numerous good resolutions were sending out fibrous roots in her heart. How long she rested there she knew not, and started when Dr. Grey said, in a subdued voice,--
"Salome, I am waiting to lock the door, and should be glad if you will come in now, or be careful to secure the inner bolt whenever you do.
As I always shut up the house, I was afraid you might not think of it; and burglaries are becoming alarmingly frequent."
She rose instantly, and entered the hall.
"What time is it?"
"Eleven o"clock."
"Is it possible? You know, sir, that the evenings are very short now."
"Yes."
He was removing a chair from the gallery and closing the Venetian blinds, and she could not see his face. Hoping to receive some friendly look, which she was painfully aware she did not deserve, she loitered till he turned around.
"Salome, have you a light in your room?"
"I do not know, but suppose so."
"There are two candles in the library, and you had better take one, rather than stumble along in the dark and wake everybody."
He brought out one, and handed it to her.
"Thank you. Good-night, Dr. Grey."
"Good-night, Salome."
The candle-light showed no displeasure in his countenance, which was calm as usual, and there was not a hint of harshness in his unwontedly low voice; but she read disappointment in his grave, kind eyes. She knew that she could not sleep until she had made her peace with him; and, though it cost her a great effort to conquer her pride, she said, humbly,--
""And if he trespa.s.s against thee seven times in a day, and seven times in a day turn again to thee, saying, I repent,--thou shalt forgive him.""
"Yes; but the frequency of the offence renders it difficult to believe the repentance genuine."
"Christ, your master, did not doubt it."
"I am less than the disciples whom he addressed; and they answered, "Increase our faith.""
"You did not pray for me this morning."
"I never neglect my promises. Why do you doubt that I fulfilled them this morning?"
"This has been one of my sinful days, when Satan runs rough-shod over all my good intentions, and drags me through the mire that I was trying to hold my soul far above. I tell you, sir, that the "unclean spirit" that vexed the daughter of the Syrophoenician woman was mild, and harmless, and well-mannered, in comparison with the demon that takes bodily possession of me, and whose name is not "_Suset_"! but a fearful _Ruach_ demanding the ban _Cherem_. I once thought all that part of Scripture which referred to the casting out of devils was metaphorical; but I know better now; for the one that Luther a.s.saulted with his inkstand was not more palpable than that which enters into my heart every now and then, and overturns the altars of the "true, good, and beautiful," and sets up instead a small hall of Eblis, as full of horrible, mis-shapen things as that hideous "Last Judgment" of Orcagna, in the Campo Santo at Pisa, which you once showed me in a portfolio of engravings. Oh, Dr. Grey! you ought to be merciful to me; for indeed G.o.d gave me a fearfully wicked and cunning spirit for a perpetual companion and tempter. Even Christ had Lucifer and Quarantina."
"Yes, and conquered both, and promised a.s.sistance to all who earnestly desire and resolve to follow his example."