The second letter stood thus:
Farrances Hotel, June 14th.My dear miss Charlecote,I have seen Lawrence on your business, and he will prepare the leases for your signature. He suggests that it might be more satisfactory to wait, in case you should be coming to town, so that you might have a personal meeting with the parties; but this will be for you to determine. I came up from College on Wednesday, having much enjoyed my visit. Oxford is in many respects a changed place, but as long as our old Head remains to us, I am sure of a gratifying welcome, and I saw many old friends. I exchanged cards with Owen Sandbrook, but only saw him as we met in the street, and a very fine-looking youth he is, a perfect Hercules, and the champion of his college in all feats of strength; likely, too, to stand well in the class list. His costume was not what we should once have considered academical; but his is a daring set, intellectual as well as bodily, and the clever young men of the present day are not what they were in my time. It is gratifying to hear how warmly and affectionately he talks of you. I do not know how far you have undertaken the supplies, but I give you a hint that a warning on that subject might not be inappropriate, unless they have come into some great accession of fortune on their uncles death. I ventured to call upon the young lady in Lowndes Square, and was most graciously received, and asked to dinner by the young Mrs. Charteris. It was a most récherché dinner in the new Italian fashion, which does not quite approve itself to me. Regardless of expense, seems to be the family motto. Your pupil sings better than ever, and knew how to keep her hold of my heart, though I suspected her of patronizing the old parson to pique her more brilliant admirers, whom she possesses in plenty; and no wonder, for she is pretty enough to turn any mans head and shows to great advantage beside her cousin, Miss Charteris. I hope you will be able to prevent the cousins from really undertaking the wild plan of travelling alone in Ireland, for the sake, they say, of salmon-fishing. I should have thought them not in earnest, but girls are as much altered as boys from the days of my experience, and brothers, too; for Mr. Charteris seemed to view the scheme very coolly; but, as I told my friend Lucilla, I hope you will bring her to reason. I hope your hay-crop promises favourably.
Yours sincerely, W. Saville.No wonder that these letters made loneliness more lonely!
Oh, that Horatia! exclaimed she, almost aloud. Oh, that Captain Charteris were available! No one else ever had any real power with Lucy! It was an unlucky day when he saw that colonial young lady, and settled down in Vancouvers Island! And yet how I used to wish him away, with the surly independence he was always infusing into Owen. Wanting to take him out there, indeed! And yet, and yetI sometimes doubt whether I did right to set my personal influence over my dear affectionate boy so much in opposition to his uncleMr. Charteris was on my side, though! And I always took care to have it clearly understood that it was his education alone that I undertook. What can Mr. Saville mean?The supplies? Owen knows what he has to trust to, but I can talk to him. A daring set!Yes, everything appears daring to an old-world man like Mr. Saville. I am sure of my Owen; with our happy home Sundays. I know I am his Sweet Honey still. And yetthen hastily turning from that dubious and yetOwen is the only chance for his sister. She does care for him; and he will view this mad scheme in the right light. Shall I meet him at the beginning of the vacation, and see what he can do with Lucy? Mr. Saville thinks I ought to be in London, and I think I might be useful to the Parsonses. I suppose I must; but it is a heart-ache to be at St. Wulstans. One is used to it here; and there are the poor people, and the farm, and the gardenyes, and those dear nightingalesand you, poor Ponto! One is used to it here, but St. Wulstans is a fresh pain, and so is coming back. But, if it be in the way of right, and to save poor Lucy, it must be, and it is what life is made of. It is a following of the funeral of the hopes that sprang up after my spring-time. Is it my chastisement, or is it my training? Alas! maybe I took those children more for myself than for dutys sake! May it all be for their true good in the end, whatever it may be with me. And now I will not dream. It is of no use save to unnerve me. Let me go to my book. It must be a story to-night. I cannot fix my attention yet.
As she rose, however, her face brightened at the sight of two advancing figures, and she went forward to meet them.
One was a long, loosely-limbed youth of two-and-twenty, with broad shoulders, a heavy overhanging brow, dark gray serious eyes, and a mouth scarcely curved, and so fast shut as to disclose hardly any lip. The hair was dark and lank; the air was of ungainly force, that had not yet found its purpose, and therefore was not at ease; and but for the educated cast of countenance he would have had a peasant look, in the brown, homely undress garb, which to most youths of his age would have been becoming.
With him was a girl, tall, slim, and lightly made, though of nicely rounded figure. In height she looked like seventeen, but her dress was more childish than usual at that age; and the contour of her smooth cheeks and short rounded chin, her long neck, her happy blue eyes, fully opened like those of a child, her fair rosy skin and fresh simple air, might almost have belonged to seven years old: and there was all the earnestness, innocence, and careless ease of childhood in her movements and gestures, as she sprang forward to meet Miss Charlecote, exclaiming, Robin said I might come.
And very right of him. You are both come to tea? she added, in affirmative interrogation, as she shook hands with the young man.
No, thank you, he answered; at least I only brought Phœbe, having rescued her from Miss Fennimores clutches. I must be at dinner. But I will come again for her. And he yawned wearily.
I will drive her back; you are tired.
No! he said. At least the walk is one of the few tolerable things there is. Ill come as soon as I can escape, Phœbe. Past sevenI must go!
Cant you stay? I could find some food for you.
No, thank you, he still said; I do not know whether Mervyn will come home, and there must not be too many empty chairs. Good-bye! and he walked off with long strides, but with stooping shoulders, and an air of dejection almost amounting to discontent.
Poor Robin! said Honora, I wish he could have stayed.
He would have liked it very much, said Phœbe, casting wistful glances toward him.
What a pity he did not give notice of his intentions at home!
He never will. He particularly dislikes
What? as Phoebe paused and coloured.
Saying anything to anybody, she answered with a little smile. He cannot endure remarks.
I am a very sober old body for a visit to me to be the occasion of remarks! said Honor, laughing more merrily than perhaps Robert himself could have done; but Phœbe answered with grave, straightforward sincerity, Yes, but he did not know if Lucy might not be come home.
Honora sighed, but playfully said, In which case he would have stayed?
No, said the still grave girl, he would have been still less likely to do so.
He never will. He particularly dislikes
What? as Phoebe paused and coloured.
Saying anything to anybody, she answered with a little smile. He cannot endure remarks.
I am a very sober old body for a visit to me to be the occasion of remarks! said Honor, laughing more merrily than perhaps Robert himself could have done; but Phœbe answered with grave, straightforward sincerity, Yes, but he did not know if Lucy might not be come home.
Honora sighed, but playfully said, In which case he would have stayed?
No, said the still grave girl, he would have been still less likely to do so.
Ah! the remarks would have been more pointed! But he has brought you at any rate, and that is something! How did he achieve it?
Miss Fennimore is really quite ready to be kind, said Phœbe, earnestly, with an air of defence, whenever we have finished all that we have to do.
And when is that? asked Honor, smiling.
Now for once, answered Phœbe, with a bright arch look. Yes, I sometimes can; and so does Bertha when she tries; and, indeed, Miss Charlecote, I do like Miss Fennimore; she never is hard upon poor Maria. No governess we ever had made her cry so seldom.
Miss Charlecote only said it was a comfort. Within herself she hoped that, for Marias peace and that of all concerned, her deficiency might become an acknowledged fact. She saw that the sparing Marias tears was such a boon to Phœbe as to make her forgive all overtasking of herself.
So you get on better, she said.
Much better than Robin chooses to believe we do, said Phœbe, smiling; perhaps it seemed hard at first, but it is comfortable to be made to do everything thoroughly, and to be shown a better best than we had ever thought of. I think it ought to be a help in doing the duty of all ones life in a thorough way.
All that thou hast to do, said Honor, smiling, the week-day side of the fourth commandment.
Yes, that is just the reason why I like it, said Phœbe, with bright gladness in her countenance.
But is that the motive Miss Fennimore puts before you? said Honor, a little ironically.
She does not say so, answered Phœbe. She says that she never interferes with her pupils religious tenets. But, indeed, I do not think she teaches us anything wrong, and there is always Robert to ask.
This passed as the two ladies were entering the house and preparing for the evening meal. The table was placed in the bay of the open window, and looked very inviting, the little silver tea-pot steaming beside the two quaint china cups, the small crisp twists of bread, the butter cool in ice-plant leaves, and some fresh fruit blushing in a pretty basket. The Holt was a region of Paradise to Phœbe Fulmort; and glee shone upon her sweet face, though it was very quiet enjoyment, as the summer breeze played softly round her cheeks and danced with a merry little spiral that had detached itself from her glossy folds of light hair.
How delicious! she said. How sweet the honeysuckle is, dear old thing! You say you have known it all your life, and yet it is fresh as ever.
It is a little like you, Phœbe, said Honor, smiling.
What! because it is not exactly a pretty flower?
Partly; and I could tell you of a few other likenesses, such as your being Roberts woodbine, yet with a sort of clinging freedom. Yes, and for the qualities you share with the willow, ready to give thanks and live on the least that Heaven may give.
But I dont live on the least that Heaven may give, said Phœbe, in such wonder that Honor smiled at the justice of her simile, without impressing it upon Phœbe, only asking
Is the French journey fixed upon, Phœbe?
Yes; they start this day fortnight.
Theynot you?
No; there would be no room for me, with a small sigh.
How can that be? Who is going? Papa, mamma, two sisters!
Mervyn, added Phœbe, the courier, and the two maids.
Two maids! Impossible!
It is always uncomfortable if mamma and my sisters have only one between them, said Phœbe, in her tone of perfect acquiescence and conviction; and as her friend could not restrain a gesture of indignation, she added eagerlyBut, indeed, it is not only for that reason, but Miss Fennimore says I am not formed enough to profit by foreign travel.
She wants you to finish Smiths Wealth of Nations, eh?
It might be a pity to go away and lose so much of her teaching, said Phœbe, with persevering contentment. I dare say they will go abroad again, and perhaps I shall never have so much time for learning. But, Miss Charlecote, is Lucilla coming home for the Horticultural Show?
I am afraid not, my dear. I think I shall go to London to see about her, among other things. The Charterises seem to have quite taken possession of her, ever since she went to be her cousin Carolines bridesmaid, and I must try to put in my claim.
Ah! Robin so much wished to have seen her, sighed Phœbe. He says he cannot settle to anything.
Without seeing her? said Honor, amused, though not without pain.
Yes, said Phœbe; he has thought so much about Lucilla.
And he tells you?
Yes, in a voice expressing of course; while the frank, clear eyes turned full on Miss Charlecote with such honest seriousness, that she thought Phœbes charm as a confidante might be this absence of romantic consciousness; and she knew of old that when Robert wanted her opinion or counsel, he spared his own embarrassment by seeking it through his favourite sister. Miss Charlecotes influence had done as much for Robert as he had done for Phœbe, and Phœbe had become his medium of communication with her in all matters of near and delicate interest. She was not surprised when the maiden proceededPapa wants Robin to attend to the office while he is away.
Indeed! Does Robin like it?
He would not mind it for a time; but papa wants him, besides, to take to the business in earnest. You know, my great-uncle, Robert Mervyn, left Robert all his fortune, quite in his own hands; and papa says that if he were to put that into the distillery it would do the business great good, and that Robert would be one of the richest men in England in ten years time.
But that would be a complete change in his views, exclaimed Honor, unable to conceal her disapproval and consternation.
Just so, answered Phœbe; and that is the reason why he wants to see Lucy. She always declared that she could not bear people in business, and we always thought of him as likely to be a clergyman; but, on the other hand, she has become used to London society, and it is only by his joining in the distillery that he could give her what she is accustomed to, and that is the reason he is anxious to see her.
So Lucy is to decide his fate, said Honora. I am almost sorry to hear it. Surely, he has never spoken to her.
He never does speak, said Phœbe, with the calm gravity of simplicity which was like a halo of dignity. There is no need of speaking. Lucilla knows how he feels as well as she knows that she breathes the air.
And regards it as little, perhaps, thought Honor, sadly. Poor Robin! she said; I suppose he had better get his mind settled; but indeed it is a fearful responsibility for my poor foolish Lucy and but for the fear of grieving Phœbe, she would have added, that such a purpose as that of entering Holy Orders ought not to have been made dependent upon the fancy of a girl. Possibly her expression betrayed her sentiments, for Phœbe answeredThere can be no doubt that Lucy will set him at rest. I am certain that she would be shocked at the notion that her tastes were making him doubt whether to be a clergyman.