Then do you maintain them all?
Oh no; we have lodgers, the organist and his wife, said Kalliope, laughing, and Alexis is in the telegraph office, at the works; besides, it turned out that this house and two more belong to us, and we do very well when the tenants pay their rents.
But Maura is not the youngest of you, said Gillian, who was rather hazy about the family.
No, there are the two little boys. We let them go to the National School for the present. It is a great trial to my poor mother, but they do learn well there, and we may be able to do something better for them by the time they are old enough for further education.
Just then the sound of a bell coming up from the town below was a warning to both that the conversation must be broken off. A few wordsI am so glad to have seen you, and It has been such a pleasurepassed, and then each hastened down her separate garden path.
Must I tell of this meeting? Gillian asked herself. I shall write it all to mamma and Alethea, of course. How delightful that those lessons that Kalliope had have come to be of so much use! How pleased Alethea will be! Poor dear thing! How much she has gone through! But can there be any need to tell the aunts? Would it not just make Aunt Ada nervous about any one looking through her sweet and lovely wall? And as to Aunt Jane, I really dont see that I am bound to gratify her passion for knowing everything. I am not accountable to her, but to my own mother. My people know all about Kalliope, and she is prejudiced. Why should I be unkind and neglectful of an old fellow-soldiers family, because she cannot or will not understand what they really are? It would not be the slightest use to tell her the real story. Mrs. White is fat, and Kalliope has a fringe, goes to St. Kenelms, and wont be in the G.F.S., and thats enough to make her say she does not believe a word of it, or else to make it a fresh ground for poking and prying, in the way that drives one distracted! It really is quite a satis-faction to have something that she cant find out, and it is not underhand while I write every word of it to mamma.
So Gillian made her conscience easy, and she did write a long and full account of the Whites and their troubles, and of her conversation with Kalliope.
In the course of that week Fergus had a holiday, asked for by some good-natured visitor of Mrs. Edgars. He rushed home on the previous day with the news, to claim Aunt Janes promise; and she undertook so to arrange matters as to be ready to go with him to the marble works at three oclock. Valetta could not go, as she had her music lesson at that time, and she did not regret it, for she had an idea that blasting with powder or dynamite was always going on there. Gillian was not quite happy about the dynamite, but she did not like to forego the chance of seeing what the work of Kalliope and Alexis really was, so she expressed her willingness to join the party, and in the meantime did her best to prevent Aunt Ada from being driven distracted by Ferguss impatience, which began at half-past two.
Miss Mohun had darted out as soon as dinner was over, and he was quite certain some horrible cad would detain her till four oclock, and then going would be of no use. Nevertheless he was miserable till Gillian had put on her hat, and then she could do nothing that would content him and keep him out of Aunt Adas way, but walk him up and down in the little front court with the copper beeches, while she thought they must present to the neighbours a lively tableau of a couple of leopards in a cage.
However, precisely as the clock struck three, Aunt Jane walked up to the iron gate. She had secured an order from Mr. Stebbing, the managing partner, without which they would not have penetrated beyond the gate where No admittance except on business was painted.
Mr. Stebbing himself, a man with what Valetta was wont to call a grisly beard, met them a little within the gate, and did the honours of the place with great politeness. He answered all the boys questions, and seemed much pleased with his intelligence and interest, letting him see what he wished, and even having the machinery slacked to enable him to perceive how it acted, and most delightful of all, in the eyes of Fergus, letting him behold some dynamite, and explaining its downward explosion. He evidently had a great respect for Miss Mohun, because she entered into it all, put pertinent questions, and helped her nephew if he did not understand.
It was all dull work to Gillian, all that blasting and hewing and polishing, which made the place as busy as a hive. She only wished she could have seen the cove as once it was, with the weather-beaten rocks descending to the sea, overhung with wild thrift and bramble, and with the shore, the peaceful haunts of the white sea-birds; whereas now the fresh-cut rock looked red and wounded, and all below was full of ugly slated or iron-roofed sheds, rough workmen, and gratings and screeches of machinery.
It was the Whites whom she wanted to see, and she never came upon the brother at all, nor on the sister, till Mr. Stebbing, perhaps observing her listless looks, said that they were coming to what would be more interesting to Miss Merrifield, and took them into the workrooms, where a number of young women were busy over the very beautiful work by which flowers and other devices were represented by inlaying different coloured marbles and semi-precious stones in black and white, so as to make tables, slabs, and letter-weights, and brooches for those who could not aspire to the most splendid and costly productions.
Miss Mohun shook hands with the young ladies within the magic circle of the G.F.S., and showed herself on friendly terms of interest with all. From a little inner office Miss White was summoned, came out, and met an eager greeting from Gillian, but blushed a little, and perhaps had rather not have had her unusual Christian name proclaimed by the explanation
This is Kalliope White, Aunt Jane.
Miss Mohun shook hands with her, and said her niece had been much pleased at the meeting, and her sister would be glad to hear of her, explaining to Mr. Stebbing that Captain White had been a brother-officer of Sir Jasper Merrifield.
Kalliope had a very prettily-shaped head, with short hair in little curls and rings all over it. Her whole manner was very quiet and unassuming, as she explained and showed whatever Mr. Stebbing wished. It was her business to make the working drawings for the others, and to select the stones used, and there could be no doubt that she was a capable and valuable worker.
Gillian asked her to show something designed by herself, and she produced an exquisite table-weight, bearing a spray of sweet peas. Gillian longed to secure it for her mother, but it was very expensive, owing to the uncommon stones used in giving the tints, and Mr. Stebbing evidently did not regard it with so much favour as the jessamines and snowdrops, which, being of commoner marbles, could be sold at a rate fitter for the popular purse. Several beautiful drawings in her office had been laid aside as impracticable, unless we had a carte blanche wedding order, he said, with what Gillian thought a sneer.
She would gladly have lingered longer, but this was a very dull room in Ferguss estimation, and perhaps Aunt Jane did not desire a long continuance of the conversation under Mr. Stebbings eyes, so Gillian found herself hurried on.
Mr. Stebbing begged Miss Mohun to come in to his wife, who would have tea ready, and this could not be avoided without manifest incivility. Fergus hoped to have been introduced to the haunts of his hero, but Master George was gone off in attendance on his brother, who was fishing, and there was nothing to relieve the polite circle of the drawing-rooma place most aesthetically correct, from cornice to the little rugs on the slippery floor. The little teacups and the low Turkish table were a perfect study to those who did notlike Fergusthink more of the dainty dolls muffins on the stand, or the long-backed Dachshund who looked for them beseechingly.
Mrs. Stebbing was quite in accordance with the rest, with a little row of curls over her forehead, a terra-cotta dress, and a chain of watch cocks, altogether rather youthful for the mother of a grown-up son, engaged in his fathers business.
She was extremely civil and polite, and everything went well except for a certain stiffness. By and by the subject of the Whites came up, and Mr. Stebbing observed that Miss Merrifield seemed to know Miss White.
Oh yes, said Gillian eagerly; her father was in my fathers regiment, the Royal Wardours.
A non-commissioned officer, I suppose, said Mrs. Stebbing.
Not for a good many years, said Gillian. He was lieutenant for six years, and retired with the rank of captain.
I know they said he was a captain, said Mrs. Stebbing; but it is very easy to be called so.
Captain White was a real one, said Gillian, with a tone of offence. Every one in the Royal Wardours thought very highly of him.
I am sure no one would have supposed it from his family, said Mrs. Stebbing. You are aware, Miss Mohun, that it was under disgraceful circumstances that he ran away and enlisted.
Many a youth who gets into a scrape becomes an excellent soldier, even an officer, said Miss Mohun.
Exactly so, said Mr. Stebbing. Those high-spirited lads are the better for discipline, and often turn out well under it. But their promotion is an awkward thing for their families, who have not been educated up to the mark.
It is an anomalous position, and I have a great pity for them, said Miss Mohun. Miss White must be a very clever girl.
Talented, yes, said Mr. Stebbing. She is useful in her department.
That may be, said Mrs. Stebbing; but it wont do to encourage her. She is an artful, designing girl, I know very well
Do you know anything against her? asked Miss Mohun, looking volumes of repression at Gillian, whose brown eyes showed symptoms of glaring like a cats, under her hat.
I do not speak without warrant, Miss Mohun. She is one of those demure, proper-behaved sort that are really the worst flirts of all, if youll excuse me.
Most thankful was Miss Mohun that the door opened at that moment to admit some more visitors, for she saw that Gillian might at any moment explode.
Aunt Jane, she exclaimed, as soon as they had accomplished their departure, you dont believe it?
I do not think Miss White looks like it, said Miss Mohun. She seemed a quiet, simple girl.
And you dont believe all that about poor Captain White?
Not the more for Mrs. Stebbings saying so.
But you will find out and refute her. There must be people who know.
My dear, you had better not try to rake up such things. You know that the man bore an excellent character for many years in the army, and you had better be satisfied with that, said Miss Jane for once in her life, as if to provoke Gillian, not on the side of curiosity.
Then you do believe it! went on Gillian, feeling much injured for her heros sake, and wearing what looked like a pertinacious pout.
Truth compels me to say, Gillian, that the sons of men, even in a small way of business, are not apt to run away and enlist without some reason.
And I am quite sure it was all that horrid old Whites fault.
You had better content yourself with that belief.
Gillian felt greatly affronted, but Fergus, who thought all this very tiresome, broke in, after a third attempt
Aunt Jane, if the pulley of that crane
And all the way home they discussed machinery, and Gillians heart swelled.
I am afraid Gillian was greatly displeased with me, said Miss Mohun that evening, talking it over with her sister. But her captain might have a fall if she went poking into all the gossip of the place about him.
Most likely whatever he did would be greatly exaggerated, said Adeline.
No doubt of it! Besides, those young men who are meant by nature for heroes are apt to show some Beserkerwuth in their youth, like Hereward le Wake.
But what did you think of the girl?
I liked her looks very much. I have seen her singing in the choruses at the choral society concert, and thought how nice her manner was. She does justice to her classical extraction, and is modest and ladylike besides. Mrs. Stebbing is spiteful! I wonder whether it is jealousy. She calls her artful and designing, which sounds to me very much as if Master Frank might admire the damsel. I have a great mind to have the two girls to tea, and see what they are made of.
We had much better wait till we hear from Lily. We cannot in the least tell whether she would wish the acquaintance to be kept up. And if there is anything going on with young Stebbing, nothing could be more unadvisable than for Gillian to be mixed up in any nonsense of that sort.
CHAPTER VI. SINGLE MISFORTUNES NEVER COME ALONE
On Sunday, Gillians feet found their way to the top of the garden, where she paced meditatively up and down, hoping to see Kalliope; and just as she was giving up the expectation, the slender black figure appeared on the other side of the railings.
Oh, Miss Gillian, how kind!
Kally, I am glad!
Wherewith they got into talk at once, for Lady Merrifields safe arrival and Sir Jaspers improvement had just been telegraphed, and there was much rejoicing over the good news. Gillian had nearly made up her mind to confute the enemy by asking why Captain White had left Rockquay; but somehow when it came to the point, she durst not make the venture, and they skimmed upon more surface subjects.
The one point of union between the parishes of Rockstone and Rockquay was a choral society, whereof Mr. Flight of St. Kenelms was a distinguished light, and which gave periodical concerts in the Masonic Hall. It being musical, Miss Mohun had nothing to do with it except the feeling it needful to give her presence to the performances. One of these was to take place in the course of the week, and there were programmes in all the shops, Mr. Alexis White being set down for more than one solo, and as a voice in the glees.
Shall not you sing? asked Gillian, remembering that her sisters had thought Kalliope had a good ear and a pretty voice.
I? Oh, no!
I thought you used to sing.
Yes; but I have no time to keep it up.
Not even in the choruses?
No, I cannot manage itand there was a little glow in the clear brown cheek.
Does your designing take up so much time?
It is not that, but there is a great deal to do at home in after hours. My mother is not strong, and we cannot keep a really efficient servant.
Oh! but you must be terribly hard-worked to have no time for relaxation.
Not quite that, butit seems to me, burst out poor Kalliope, that relaxation does nothing but bring a girl into difficultiesan unprotected girl, I mean.
What do you mean? cried Gillian, quite excited; but Kalliope had caught herself up.
Never mind, Miss Gillian; you have nothing to do with that kind of thing.
But do tell me, Kally; I do want to be your friend, said Gillian, trying to put her hand through.
Theres nothing to tell, said Kalliope, smiling and evidently touched, but still somewhat red, only you know when a girl has nobody to look after her, she has to look after herself.
Doesnt Alexis look after you? said Gillian, not at all satisfied to be put off with this truism.