The evening came. Everyone had practised their parts and brought them to a high pitch of perfection; and except Mr Busby, whose appearance was still uncertain, everyone was prepared to fill their places in the programme.
"You won"t find two better-looking girls than that," said Mrs Greenways to her husband, looking proudly at her two daughters. "That blue does set "em off, to be sure!"
"La!" said Bella with a giggle, "I feel that nervous I know I shall break down. I"m all of a twitter."
"Well, it"s no matter how you _play_ as long as you look well," said Mrs Greenways; "with Charlie making all that noise on the drum, you only hear the piano now and again. But where"s Lilac!" she added.
"It"s more than time we started."
Lilac had been ready long ago, and waiting for her cousins, but just before they came downstairs she had caught sight of Peter looking into the room from the garden, and making mysterious signs to her to come out. When she appeared he held towards her a bunch of small red and white chrysanthemums. "Here"s a posy for you," he said. "Stick it in your front. They"re a bit frost-bitten, but they"re better than nothing."
Lilac took the flowers joyfully; after all she was not to be quite unadorned at the concert.
"You ain"t got a new frock," he continued, looking at her seriously when she had fastened them in her dress. "You look nice, though."
"Ain"t you coming?" asked Lilac. She felt that she should miss Peter"s friendly face when she sang, and that she should like him to hear her.
"Presently," he said. "Got summat to see to first."
When the party reached the school-house it was already late. The Greenways were always late on such occasions. The room was full, and Mr Martin, the curate, who had the arrangement of it all, was bustling about with a programme in his hand, finding seats for the audience, greeting acquaintances, and rushing into the inner room at intervals to see if the performers had arrived.
"All here?" he said. "Then we"d better begin. Drum and fife band!"
The band, grinning with embarra.s.sment and pleasure, stumbled up the rickety steps on to the platform. The sounds of their instruments and then the clapping and stamping of the audience were plainly heard in the green room, which had only a curtain across the doorway.
"Lor"!" said Bella, pulling it a little on one side and peeping through at the audience, "there _is_ a lot of people! Packed just as close as herrings. There"s a whole row from the Rectory. How I do palpitate, to be sure! I wish Charlie was here!"
Mr Buckle soon arrived with vexation on his brow. No sign of Busby!
He was down twice in the programme, and there was hardly a chance he would turn up. It was too bad of Busby to throw them over like that.
He might at least have _come_.
"Well, if he wasn"t going to sing I don"t see the good of that," said Bella; "but it _is_ a pity."
"It just spoils the whole thing," said Mr Buckle, and the other performers agreed. But to Lilac nothing could spoil the concert. It was all beautiful and glorious, and she thought each thing grander than the last. Uncle Joshua"s solo almost brought tears to her eyes, partly of affection and pride and partly because he extracted such lovely and stirring sounds from the clar"net. It made her think of her mother and the cottage, and of so many dear old things of the past, that she felt sorrowful and happy at once. Next she was filled with awe by Mr Buckle"s recitation, which, however, fell rather flat on the rest of the a.s.sembly; and then came the "Edinburgh Quadrilles", in which the performers surpa.s.sed themselves in banging and clattering. Lilac was quite carried away by enthusiasm. She stood as close to the curtain as she could, clapping with all her might. The programme was now nearly half over, and Mr Busby"s first blank had been filled up by someone else. Mr Martin came hurriedly in.
"Who"ll sing or play something?" he said. "We must fill up this second place or the programme will be too short."
His glance fell upon Lilac.
"Why, you"re the little girl who was Queen? You can sing, I know.
That"ll do capitally--come along."
Lilac shrank back timidly. It was an honour to be singled out in that way, but it was also most alarming. She looked appealingly at her cousin Bella, who at once came forward.
"I don"t think she knows any songs alone, sir," she said; "but I"ll play something if you like."
"Oh, thank you, Miss Greenways," said Mr Martin hastily, "we"ve had so much playing I think they"d like a song. I expect she knows some little thing--don"t you?" to Lilac.
Lilac hesitated. There stood Mr Martin in front of her, eager and urgent, with outstretched hand as though he would hurry her at once to the platform; there was Bella fixing a mortified and angry gaze upon her; and, in the background, the other performers with surprise and disapproval on their faces. She felt that she _could_ not do it, and yet it was almost as impossible to disoblige Mr Martin, the habit of obedience, especially to a clergyman, was so strong within her.
Suddenly there sounded close to her ear a gruff and friendly voice:
"Give "em the "Last Rose of Summer", Lilac. You can sing that very pretty." It came from Uncle Joshua.
"The very thing!" exclaimed Mr Martin. "Couldn"t possibly be better, and I"ll play it for you. Come along!"
Without more words Lilac found herself hurried out of the room, up the steps, and on to the platform, with Mr Martin seated at the piano.
Breathless and frightened she stood for a second half uncertain whether to turn and run away. There were so many faces looking up at her from below, and she felt so small and unprotected standing there alone in front of them. Her heart beat fast, her lips were as though fastened together, how could she possibly sing? Suddenly in the midst of that dim ma.s.s of heads she caught sight of something that encouraged her. It was Peter"s round red face with mouth and eyes open to their widest extent, and it stood out from all the rest, just as it had done on May Day. Then it had vexed her to see it, now it was such a comfort that it filled her with courage. Instead of running away she straightened herself up, folded her hands neatly in front of her, and took a long breath. When Mr Martin looked round at her she was able to begin, and though her voice trembled a little it was sweet and clear, and could be heard quite to the end of the room. Very soon she forgot her rears altogether, and felt as much at her ease as though she were singing in Uncle Joshua"s cottage as she had done so often. The audience kept the most perfect silence, and gazed at her attentively throughout. It was a very simple little figure in its straight black frock, its red and white nosegay, and thick, laced boots, and it looked all the more so after the ribbons and finery of those which had come before it; yet there was a certain dignity about its very simplicity, and the earnest expression in the small face showed that Lilac was not thinking of herself, but was only anxious to sing her song as well as she could. She finished it, and dropped the straight little curtsy she had been taught at school.
"After all it had not been so bad," she thought with relief, as she turned to go away in the midst of an outburst of claps and stamps from the audience. But she was not allowed to go far, for it soon became evident that they wanted her to sing again; nothing in the whole programme had created so much excitement as this one little simple song.
They applauded not only in the usual manner but even by shouts and whistling, and through it all was to be heard the steady thump, thump, thump of a stick on the floor from the middle of the room where Peter sat. Lilac looked round half-frightened at Mr Martin as the noise rose higher and higher, and made her way quickly to the steps which led from the platform.
"They won"t leave off till you sing again," he said, following her, "though we settled not to have any encores. You"d better sing the last verse."
So it turned out that Lilac"s song was the most successful performance of the evening; it was impossible to conceal the fact that it had won more applause than anything, not even excepting the "Edinburgh Quadrilles." This was felt to be most unjust, for she had taken no trouble in preparing it, and was not even properly dressed to receive such an honour.
"I must own," said Mrs Greenways in a mortified tone, "that I did feel disgraced to see Lilac standing up there in that old black frock. I can"t think what took hold of the folks to make so much fuss with her.
But there! "Tain"t the best as gets the most praise."
"I declare," added Bella bitterly, "it"s a thankless task to get up anything for the people here. They"re so ignorant they don"t know what"s what. To think of pa.s.sing over Charley"s recitation and encoring a silly old song like Lilac"s. It"s a good thing Mr Busby _didn"t_ come, I think--he wouldn"t "a been appreciated."
""Twasn"t only the poor people though," said Agnetta. "I saw those friends of Mrs Leigh"s clapping like anything."
"Ah, well," said Mrs Greenways, "Lilac"s parents were greatly respected in the parish, and that"s the reason of it. She hasn"t got no cause to be set up as if it was her singing that pleased "em." Lilac had indeed very little opportunity of being "set up." After the first glow of pleasure in her success had faded, she began to find more reason to be cast down. Her aunt and cousins were so jealous of the applause she had gained that they lost no occasion of putting her in what they called her proper place, of showing her that she was insignificant, a mere n.o.body; useless they could not now consider her, but she had to pay dearly for her short triumph at the concert. The air just now seemed full of sharp speeches and bitterness, and very often after a day of unkind buffets she cried herself to sleep, longing for someone to take her part, and sore at the injustice of it all.
""Tain"t as if I"d wanted to sing," she said to herself. "They made me, and now they flout me for it."
But her unexpected appearance in public had another and most surprising result.
About a week after the concert, when the excitement was lessening and the preparations for Bella"s wedding were beginning to take its place, Mrs Greenways was sent for to the Rectory--Mrs Leigh wished to speak to her.
"I shouldn"t wonder," she said to her husband before she started, "if it was to ask what Bella"d like for a present. What"d you say?"
"I shouldn"t wonder if it was nothing of the kind," replied Mr Greenways. "More likely about the rent."
But Mrs Greenways held to her first opinion. It would not be about the rent, for Mrs Leigh never mentioned it to her.
No. It was about the present; and very fitting too, when she called to mind how long her husband had been Mr Leigh"s tenant. To be sure he had generally owed some rent, but the Greenways had always held their heads high and been respected in spite of their debts.
On her way to the Rectory, therefore, she carefully considered what would be best to choose for Bella and Charlie. Should it be something ornamental--a gilt clock, or a mirror with a plush frame for the drawing-room? They would both like that, but she knew Mrs Leigh would prefer their asking for something useful; perhaps a set of tea-things would be as good as anything.
These reflections made the distance short, yet an hour later, when, her interview over, Mrs Greenways reappeared at the farm, her face was lengthened and her footstep heavy with fatigue. What could have happened? Something decidedly annoying, for she snapped even at her darling Agnetta when she asked questions.
"Don"t bother," she said, "let"s have tea. I"m tired out."
During the meal her daughters cast curious glances at her and at each other, for it was a most unusual thing for their mother to bear her troubles quietly. As a rule the more vexed she was the more talkative she became. It must therefore be something out of the common, they concluded; and before long it appeared that it was the presence of Lilac that kept Mrs Greenways silent. She threw angry looks at her, full of discontent, and presently, unable to control herself longer, said sharply:
"When you"ve finished, Lilac, I want you to run to Dimbleby"s for me. I forgot the starch. If you hurry you"ll be there and back afore dusk."