"But I"ll make my son come and beg her pardon. I"ll make him come!"
Edith could not resist Mrs. Ogden"s earnestness. "I will try to bring grandmamma round, if she lives. You are very kind, Mrs. Ogden."
"Now, if you"d like me to sit up with Mrs. Stanburne, if you and Mrs.
Prigley was tired, you know? I"m an old woman, but I"m a strong one, and I can sit up well enough. I"ve been used to nursing. I nursed our Isaac wife all through her last illness."
"Mrs. Prigley and I can do very well for to-night; but to-morrow, in the day-time, we shall need a little rest, and if you would come we should be much obliged."
"And if there was any thing I could send from the great "ouse--any jellies or blomonge?"
"Thank you; if we want any thing we will send for it to the Hall."
Mrs. Ogden rose to take her leave, which she did very affectionately. "I am very sorry for you, my dear," she said, "and I am angry at our Jacob.
He shouldn"t "ave done so--he shouldn"t "ave done so."
She had no notion of abdicating parental authority--no idea that, because a lad happened to be twenty-one, or thirty-one, or forty-one, he was to be free to do exactly as he liked. And when she got back to the Hall, and the guests were in bed, she treated "our Jacob" _en pet.i.t garcon_, just as if he had been fifteen. She informed him that Mrs.
Stanburne"s furniture would be reinstated in Wenderholme Cottage immediately, and that if she recovered he would have to go there and eat humble-pie. "An" if who doesn"t get better, it"ll be thee as has murdered her; and thou"ll desarve to be hanged for"t, same as Bill o"
great John"s[27] as shot old Nanny Suthers wi" a pistil."
CHAPTER XV.
LADY HELENA RETURNS.
Mrs. Ogden returned to the vicarage the next day, and found Mrs.
Stanburne in the same condition of extreme exhaustion. The Rigton doctor had arrived in the interval, and relieved Dr. Bardly, who returned to Shayton. The two medical men had expressed the same opinion--namely, that the old lady was gradually, but quite surely, sinking.
Mrs. Ogden took her place by the bedside, and relieved Mrs. Prigley and Edith. The patient being perfectly conscious, and in possession of all her mental faculties, Edith had told her about Mrs. Ogden"s first visit; and when she came near the bedside, Mrs. Stanburne held out her hand, or rather attempted to do so--for she had not strength to lift it--and it fell upon the counterpane. Then she whispered a few words of thanks and welcome. "My son Jacob shouldn"t have done so--he shouldn"t have done so," said Mrs. Ogden; and in reply there came faint syllables of forgiveness. Then Mrs. Ogden asked Mrs. Stanburne if she would prove her forgiveness by going back to Wenderholme Cottage.
"If I live, I will."
"Live! why you"re sure to live. You"re quite a young woman. Look at me, how strong I am, and I"m older than you are. It"s nothing but the hurry and worry of leaving your "ouse that you was accustomed to that"s brought you down in this way. You"ll get well again--I"m sure you will; only, we must take care of you. Now we"ve had enough talking for the present, and I"ll get my sewing; and if you want any thing, I"ll fetch it for you."
Then the strong old woman sat down by the bedside of the weaker one, and from that time forth established herself as one of her recognized nurses, and by no means the least efficient. In one essential point she was superior both to Edith and Mrs. Prigley--she was less melancholy and more encouraging. The others could not help crying, and the patient saw that they had been crying, which made her feel as if she were a.s.sisting at her own funeral; whereas Mrs. Ogden kept a cheerful countenance, and, though as gentle as a woman could be, had nevertheless a fine firmness and courage which made Mrs. Stanburne feel that she could rely upon her.
Another immense advantage was, that in the presence of this hale and active example of a vigorous old age, Mrs. Stanburne altogether ceased to feel the burden of her years, and began to consider herself simply as a sick person in a state of temporary exhaustion, instead of an old woman whose thread of life had come to its inevitable end. Indeed, Mrs.
Ogden had not been long with the invalid before both of them had given up the theory that she was gradually sinking, and replaced it by more hopeful views.
Young Jacob"s interest in Mrs. Stanburne"s health proved to be so strong that he could hardly absent himself from the vicarage; yet though Mrs.
Ogden must have been perfectly well aware that he pa.s.sed a good deal of his time there with Miss Edith, she showed no sign of displeasure, but when she found them together, seemed to consider it perfectly natural, and spoke to Edith always affectionately, calling her "my dear," and putting an unaccustomed tenderness even into the very tones of her voice. The lord of Wenderholme and his remaining guests left for Shayton in the course of the afternoon, but Mrs. Ogden declared her intention of remaining until her patient was out of danger; and though her son had suggested that young Jacob was not absolutely necessary as a nurse, Mrs. Ogden a.s.serted that it was "a great comfort" to her to have him near her, and that he should go back to Milend with his grandmother at such times as she might see fit to return thither. Jacob Ogden was a wilful and a mighty man; but either from habit or some genuine filial sentiment, or perhaps because no man can be really happy unless he is governed by a woman of some sort--either a wife, or a mother, or a maiden aunt--this hard and terrible master-spirit submitted to "the old woman" without question, and whatever _she_ willed was done.
In saying that all Jacob Ogden"s guests went back with him to Shayton, an exception must be made in the case of his elder brother. Captain Ogden, as he was now generally called (for the people had gradually got into the habit of giving militia officers their t.i.tles), remained at Wenderholme, for reasons of his own. He knew that Colonel Stanburne had been telegraphed for, and wished to see him. Perhaps, too, he thought it might be agreeable to John Stanburne to find a sincere friend in his old place, and that he might be able in some degree to mitigate the painfulness of an unavoidable return to scenes which could not be revisited without awakening many regretful a.s.sociations.
As all the Prigley children were at school except Conny, now a young lady who was supposed to have "come out," though in fact no such ceremony had taken place, from the want of any society to come out in, the vicarage was able to accommodate a good many guests, and the Prigleys were only too happy to place it at the disposal of the family to whom they owed their recent advancement in the world. It was a pleasant and s.p.a.cious, though not a very elegant, house; and there was a large garden, and an orchard, and a glebe of two or three fields, with sufficient stabling and out-houses. They had set up a small pony-carriage, or rather continued that which belonged to the late vicar, which they had purchased at the sale, with pony and harness complete, for the moderate sum of nine guineas; and Conny Prigley set off in this machine to await the train by which Lady Helena was expected to arrive. This arrangement was made without Mrs. Ogden"s knowledge, and when she came to be aware of it, she exclaimed, "Well, now, I wish I"d known--I do indeed, I _wish_ I"d known--for there"s my cayridge at the "All, which is quite at your service. Our Jacob"s gone back with Miss Smethurst, and he"s left me my cayridge, which you would have been quite welcome to." But the Prigleys had tact enough to know, that although her ladyship rather liked to be magnificent, she might not particularly care for it to be Mrs. Ogden"s magnificence; and that the little green pony-carriage, driven by Conny Prigley, was a more suitable vehicle to bring her ladyship to the vicarage than the sumptuous chariot in which Mrs. Ogden had triumphed the day before.
Lady Helena duly arrived. It did not require much explanation from Edith to make the whole situation quite clear to her perspicuous mind. She went upstairs to see Mrs. Stanburne, who was grateful to her for coming so soon, and the first person she saw in the room was Mrs. Ogden.
There was a little stiffness at first, but it did not last long. Lady Helena and Mrs. Ogden got into conversation about the state of the patient, and then about other matters connected with what might be called the diocese of the Lady of Wenderholme. Had Mrs. Ogden been one of the examples, so numerous in these days, of amazingly refined ladyhood in the middle cla.s.ses, Lady Helena might have been jealous of her; but how was it possible for her ladyship to feel jealous of a simple old woman like Mrs. Ogden, who spoke broad Lancashire, and in every movement of her body, and every utterance of her lips, proclaimed the humility of her birth? Lady Helena, moreover, had a keen sense of humor, and it was impossible not to feel interested and amused, as soon as the first anxiety about Mrs. Stanburne was at least temporarily tranquillized, by Mrs. Ogden"s quaint turns of expression, and her wonderful reliance on her own wisdom and experience. Even Mrs.
Stanburne, ill as she was, could not help smiling, as she lay in her bed of sickness, when Mrs. Ogden came out with some of those sayings which were peculiarly her own.
The condition of the invalid had become less distressing and less alarming, though the Doctor still held out no hopes of a recovery. Mrs.
Ogden, however, had succeeded in making the patient believe that she would get better because she believed it herself, and she believed it herself because the idea of a person dying of mere weakness at the early age of seventy-two was not admissible to her patriarchal mind. It was a great thing for Mrs. Stanburne to have somebody near her who did not consider that she was used up, and she began to regard Mrs. Ogden with the partiality which human nature always feels for those who preach comfortable doctrine.
As there were so many ladies to nurse Mrs. Stanburne, and as the invalid now gave comparatively little immediate anxiety, Edith easily got Lady Helena to herself for half an hour.
The young lady was firmly resolved upon one thing--namely, that this opportunity for a reconciliation between her father and mother should not be lost through any pusillanimity of hers.
"Mamma," she said boldly, "why did you leave papa when he was ruined?"
"Because he ordered me to leave him; because he turned me out of the house."
"But why did he do so? It is quite contrary to his character to turn anybody out. When he dismissed the servants, he did it very kindly, and only because he could not afford to keep them."
Lady Helena remained silent.
"Do tell me, mamma, why he behaved so. It isn"t like him; you know it isn"t like him."
"There are people, Edith," said her ladyship, "who commit great follies; and then, when the misfortunes come which they themselves have caused, they cannot endure to hear one word of blame. They must be pitied and sympathized with, and then they are very nice and amiable; but if you express the least censure, they fly into a pa.s.sion and insult you."
"You mean that you censured papa for his imprudence, and that he got angry."
"I said very little to him. I said a few words which were strictly true.
I never scold."
"No, mamma, you never scold; but scolding would be easier to bear than your blame. I see how it all was; you blamed papa in two or three terribly just and severe words, and then, after that, you said nothing to console him in his misery, and he became irritable, and said something hasty."
Lady Helena said nothing to this, but she did not look displeased; and she showed no inclination either to leave the room or to change the subject.
"Dear mamma, I don"t think you did wrong in blaming papa"s imprudence; but if you had given him one word of kindness afterwards, you would never have lost him."
"Is not this rather"--
"Impertinent from a daughter, you mean to say. You know I don"t want to be impertinent, mamma; but I"m old enough to be of some use, and I mean to be, too, whether your ladyship is quite satisfied or not. Are you aware that papa will be here to-morrow?"
"It is natural that he should come here, as his mother is ill."
"And when he comes, we must do what we can to help him to bear his afflictions, I suppose."
"Certainly."
"Well, we won"t pa.s.s any more votes of censure, mamma, will we? And we shall forgive him his trespa.s.ses, shall we not?"
To this Lady Helena made no reply; but her face wore a new and a softer expression. This encouraged Edith, who continued:--
"He has suffered enough. He has been living all by himself in a miserable little French town on the Loire. I have a whole heap of his letters. He told me every thing about his situation. Grandpapa has been allowing him three hundred a-year--he has never touched a penny of it; it is paid regularly to grandmamma Stanburne, who does not know that she is ruined, and who fancies that papa has an allowance, and lives abroad for his pleasure. His letters to her are all about amus.e.m.e.nts, but he writes to me sincerely, and _I_ know what his life has been. He has got a post as English master in a school, and they pay him twenty-five francs a-week, but he gives lessons in the town, and gets two francs a lesson, only he has not many of these. He is _en pension_ in an inn. It is a miserably lonely life. I would have gone to him, but I could not leave grandmamma."