"He"s gone into the yard, ma"am, I couldn"t keep him back," said Marthy.
"As soon as he caught sight of that pile of bricks he wanted to begin building."
"Well, we"ll go, too," replied Virginia. "That child is simply crazy about building. Has Oliver paid the driver, mother? And what has become of him? Susan, have you spoken to Oliver?"
No, Susan hadn"t, but as they turned, he appeared on the porch and came eagerly forward. Her first impression was that he had grown handsomer than she had ever believed possible; and the next minute she asked herself how in the world he had managed to exercise his vitality in Matoaca City. He was one of those men, she saw, in whom the spirit of youth burned like a flame. Every year would pa.s.s as a blessing, not as a curse, to him, and already, because of her intenser emotions and her narrower interests, Virginia was beginning to look older than he. There was a difference, too, in their dress, for he had the carefully groomed and well-brushed appearance so rare in Dinwiddie, while Virginia"s clothes might have been worn, with equal propriety, by Miss Priscilla Batte. She was still lovely, but it was a loveliness, Susan felt with a pang, that would break early.
"Why, there"s Susan!" exclaimed Oliver, coming toward her with an eager pleasure in his face which made it more boyish than ever. "Well, well, it"s good to see you, Susan. Are you the same old dear I left behind me?"
"The same," said Susan laughing. "And so glad about your plays, Oliver, so perfectly delighted."
"By Jove, you"re the first person to speak of them," he replied. "n.o.body else seems to think a play is worth mentioning as long as a baby is in sight. That"s a delusion of Virginia"s, too. I wish you"d convince her, Susan, that a man is of some use except as a husband and a father."
"But they are such nice babies, Oliver."
"Oh, nice enough as babies go. The boy"s a trump. He"d be a man already if his mother would let him. But babies ought to have their season like everything else under the sun. For G.o.d"s sake, Susan, talk to me about something else!" he added in mock despair.
Virginia was already in the house, and when Oliver and Susan joined her, they found Mrs. Pendleton trying to persuade her to let Marthy carry the sleeping Jenny up to the nursery.
"Give me that child, Jinny," said Oliver, a trifle sharply. "You know the doctor told you not to carry her upstairs."
"But I"m sure it won"t hurt me," she responded, with an angelic sweetness of voice. "It will wake her to be changed, and the poor little thing has had such a trying day."
"Well, you aren"t going to carry her, if she wakes twenty times,"
retorted Oliver. "Here, Marthy, if she thinks I"d drop her, suppose you try it."
"Why, bless you, sir, I can take her so she won"t know it," returned Marthy rea.s.suringly, and coming forward, she proved her ability by sliding the unconscious child from Virginia"s arms into her own.
"Where is Harry?" asked Mrs. Pendleton anxiously. "n.o.body has seen Harry since we got here."
"I is, ma"am," replied the cheerful Marthy over her shoulder, as she toiled up the stairs, with Virginia and little Lucy noiselessly following. "I"ve undressed him and I was obliged to hide his clothes to keep him from putting "em on again. He"s near daft with excitement."
"Perhaps I"d better go up and help get them to bed," said Mrs.
Pendleton, turning from the rector to Oliver. "I"m afraid Jinny will be too tired to enjoy her supper. Harry is in such a gale of spirits I can hear him talking."
"You might as well, my dear," rejoined the rector mildly, as he stooped over to replace one of the baby"s bottles in the basket from which it had slipped. "Don"t you think we might get some of these things out of the way?" he added. "If you take that alcohol stove, Oliver, I"ll follow with these caps and shawls."
"Certainly, sir," rejoined Oliver readily. He always addressed the rector as "sir," partly because it seemed to him to be appropriate, partly because he knew that the older man expected him to do so. It was one of Oliver"s most engaging characteristics that he usually adapted himself with perfect ease to whatever life or other people expected of him.
While they were carrying the baskets into the pa.s.sage at the back of the dining-room, Mrs. Pendleton, whose nervous longing had got at last beyond her control, deserted Susan, with an apology, and flitted up the stairs.
"Come up and tell Jinny good-night before you go, dear," she added; "I"m afraid she will not get down again to see you."
"Oh, don"t worry about me," replied Susan. "I want to say a few words to Oliver, and then I"m coming up to see Harry. Harry appears to me to be a man of personality."
"He"s a darling child," replied Mrs. Pendleton, a little vaguely, "and Jinny says she never saw him so headstrong before. He is usually as good as gold."
"Well, well, it"s a fine family," said the rector, beaming upon his son-in-law, when they returned from the pa.s.sage. "I never saw three healthier children. It"s a pity you lost the other one," he added in a graver tone, "but as he lived such a short time, Virginia couldn"t take it so much to heart as if he had been older. She seems to have got over the disappointment."
"Yes, I think she"s got over it," said Oliver.
"It will be good for her to be back in Dinwiddie. I never felt satisfied to think of her so far away."
"Yes, I"m glad we could come back," agreed Oliver pleasantly, though he appeared to Susan"s quick eye to be making an effort.
"By the way, I haven"t spoken of your literary work," remarked the rector, with the manner of a man who is saying something very agreeable.
"I have never been to the theatre, but I understand that it is losing a great deal of its ill odour. I always remember when anything is said about the stage that, after all, Shakespeare was an actor. We may be old-fashioned in Dinwiddie," he pursued in the complacent tone in which the admission of this failing is invariably made, "but I don"t think we can have any objection to sweet, clean plays, with an elevating moral tone to them. They are no worse, anyway, than novels."
Though Oliver kept his face under such admirable control, Susan, glancing at him quickly, saw a shade of expression, too fine for amus.e.m.e.nt, too cordial for resentment, pa.s.s over his features. His colour, which was always high, deepened, and raising his head, he brushed the smooth dark hair back from his forehead. Through some intuitive strain of sympathy, Susan understood, while she watched him, that his plays were as vital a matter in his life as the children were in Virginia"s.
"I must run up and see Harry before he goes to sleep," she said, feeling instinctively that the conversation was becoming a strain.
At the allusion to his grandson, the rector"s face lost immediately its expression of forced pleasantness and relapsed into its look of genial charm.
"You ought to be proud of that boy, Oliver," he observed, beaming.
"There"s the making of a fine man in him, but you mustn"t let Jinny spoil him. It took all my strength and authority to keep Lucy from ruining Jinny, and I"ve always said that my brother-in-law Tom Bland would have been a first-rate fellow if it hadn"t been for the way his mother raised him. G.o.d knows, I like a woman to be wrapped up heart and soul in her household--and I don"t suppose anybody ever accused the true Southern lady of lacking in domesticity--but if they have a failing, which I refuse to admit, it is that they are almost too soft-hearted where their children--especially their sons--are concerned."
"I used to tell Virginia that she gave in to Harry too much when he was a baby," said Oliver, who was evidently not without convictions regarding the rearing of his offspring; "but she hasn"t been nearly so bad about it since Jenny came. Jenny is the one I"m anxious about now.
She is a headstrong little beggar and she has learned already how to get around her mother when she wants anything. It"s been worse, too," he added, "since we lost the last poor little chap. Ever since then Virginia has been in mortal terror for fear something would happen to the others."
"It was hard on her," said the rector. "We men can"t understand how women feel about a thing like that, though," he added gently. "I remember when we lost our babies--you know we had three before Virginia came, but none of them lived more than a few hours--that I thought Lucy would die of grief and disappointment. You see they have all the burden and the anxiety of it, and I sometimes think that a child begins to live for a woman a long time before a man ever thinks of it as a human being."
"I suppose you"re right," returned Oliver in the softened tone which proved to Susan that he was emotionally stirred. "I tried to be as sympathetic with Virginia as I could, but--do you know?--I stopped to ask myself sometimes if I could really understand. It seemed to her so strange that I wasn"t knocked all to pieces by the thing--that I could go on writing as if nothing had happened."
"I am not sure that it isn"t beyond the imagination of a man to enter into a woman"s most sacred feeling," remarked the rector, with a touch of the sentimentality in which he religiously shrouded the feminine s.e.x.
So ineradicable, indeed, was his belief in the inherent virtue of every woman, that he had several times fallen a helpless victim in the financial traps of conscienceless Delilahs. But since his innocence was as temperamental a quality as was Virginia"s maternal pa.s.sion, experience had taught him nothing, and the fact that he had been deceived in the past threw no shadow of safeguard around his steps in the present. This endearing trait, which made him so successful as a husband, was probably the cause of his unmitigated failure as a reformer. In looking at a woman, it was impossible for him to see anything except perfection.
When Susan reached the top of the staircase, Mrs. Pendleton called to her, through the half open door of the nursery, to come in and hear how beautifully Lucy was saying her prayers. Her voice was full of a suppressed excitement; there was a soft pink flush in her cheeks; and it seemed to Susan that the presence of her grandchildren had made her almost a girl again. She sat on the edge of a trundle-bed slipping a nightgown over the plump shoulders of little Lucy, who held herself very still and prim, for she was a serious child, with a natural taste for propriety. Her small plain face, with its prominent features and pale blue eyes, had a look of intense earnestness and concentration, as though the business of getting to bed absorbed all her energies; and the only movement she made was to toss back the slender and very tight braid of brown hair from her shoulders. She said her prayer as if it were the multiplication table, and having finished, slid gently into bed, and held up her face to be kissed.
"Jenny wouldn"t drink but half of her bottle, Miss Virginia," said Marthy, appearing suddenly on the threshold of Virginia"s bedroom, for the youngest child slept in the room with her mother. "She dropped off to sleep so sound that I couldn"t wake her."
"I hope she isn"t sick, Marthy," responded Virginia in an anxious tone.
"Did she seem at all feverish?"
"Naw"m, she ain"t feverish, she"s jest sleepy headed."
"Well, I"ll come and look at her as soon as I can persuade Harry to finish his prayers. He stopped in the middle of them, and he refuses to bless anybody but himself."
She spoke gravely, gazing with her exhaustless patience over the impish yellow head of Harry, who knelt, in his little nightgown, on the rug at her feet. His roving blue eyes met Susan"s as she came over to him, while his chubby face broke into a delicious smile.
"Don"t notice him, Susan," said Virginia, in her lovely voice which was as full of tenderness and as lacking in humour as her mother"s. "Harry, you shan"t speak to Aunt Susan until you"ve been good and finished your prayers."
"Don"t want to speak to Aunt Susan," retorted the monster of infant depravity, slipping his bare toes through a rent in the rug, and doubling up with delight at his insubordination.
"I never knew him to behave like this before," said Virginia, almost in tears from shame and weariness. "It must be the excitement of getting here. He is usually so good. Now, Harry, begin all over again. "G.o.d bless dear papa, G.o.d bless dear mamma, G.o.d bless dear grandmamma, G.o.d bless dear grandpapa, G.o.d bless dear Lucy, G.o.d bless dear Jenny, G.o.d bless all our dear friends.""
"G.o.d bless dear Harry," recited the monster.
"He has gone on like that ever since I started," said poor Virginia. "I don"t know what to do about it. It seems dreadful to let him go to bed without saying his prayers properly. Now, Harry, please, please be good; poor mother is so tired, and she wants to go and kiss little Jenny good-night. "G.o.d bless dear papa," and I"ll let you get in bed."