It was autumn, the period when leaves fall off and grow damp, and London birds of passage fly home to their smoky nests. Honora, who had gone to Weymouth chiefly because she saw Miss Wells would be disappointed if she did otherwise; when there, had grown happily at home with the waves, and in talking to the old fishermen; but had come back because Miss Wells thought it chilly and dreary, and pined for London warmth and snugness. The noonday sun had found the way in at the oriel window of the drawing-room, and traced the reflection of the merchants mark upon the upper pane in distorted outline on the wainscoted wall; it smiled on the glowing tints of Honoras hair, but seemed to die away against the blackness of her dress, as she sat by the table, writing letters, while opposite, in the brightness of the fire, sat the pale, placid Miss Wells with her morning nest of sermon books and needlework around her.
Honor yawned; Miss Wells looked up with kind anxiety. She knew such a yawn was equivalent to a sigh, and that it was dreary work to settle in at home again this first time without the mother.
Then Honor smiled, and played with her pen-wiper. Well, she said, it is comfortable to be at home again!
I hope you will soon be able to feel so, my dear, said the kind old governess.
I mean it, said Honor cheerfully; then sighing, But do you know, Mr. Askew wishes his curates to visit at the asylum instead of ladies.
Miss Wells burst out into all the indignation that was in her mild nature. Honor not to visit at the asylum founded chiefly by her own father!
It is a parish affair now, said Honor; and I believe those Miss Stones and their set have been very troublesome. Besides I think he means to change its character.
It is very inconsiderate of him, said Miss Wells; he ought to have consulted you.
Every one loves his own charity the best, said Honora; Humfrey says endowments are generally a mistake, each generation had better do its own work to the utmost. I wish Mr. Askew had not begun now, it was the work I specially looked to, but I let it alone whileand he cannot be expected
I should have expected it of him though! exclaimed Miss Wells, and he ought to know better! How have you heard it?
I have a note from him this morning, said Honora; he asks me Humfrey Charlecotes address; you know he and Mr. Sandbrook are trustees, and her voice grew the sadder.
If I am not much mistaken, Mr. Charlecote will represent to him his want of consideration.
I think not, said Honora; I should be sorry to make the clergymans hard task here any harder for the sake of my feelings. Late incumbents daughters are proverbially inconvenient. No, I would not stand in the way, but it makes me feel as if my work in St. Wulstans were done, and the tears dropped fast.
Dear, dear Honora! began the old lady, eagerly, but her words and Honoras tears were both checked by the sound of a bell, that bell within the court, to which none but intimates found access.
Strange! It is the thought of old times, I suppose, said Honor, smiling, but I could have said that was Owen Sandbrooks ring.
The words were scarcely spoken, ere Mr. Sandbrook and Captain Charteris were announced; and there entered a clergyman leading a little child in each hand. How changed from the handsome, hopeful youth from whom she had parted! Thin, slightly bowed, grief-stricken, and worn, she would scarcely have known him, and as if to hide how much she felt, she bent quickly, after shaking hands with him, to kiss the two children, flaxen-curled creatures in white, with black ribbons. They both shrank closer to their father. Cilly, my love, Owen, my man, speak to Miss Charlecote, he said; she is a very old friend of mine. This is my bonny little housekeeper, he added, and heres a sturdy fellow for four years old, is not he?
The girl, a delicate fairy of six, barely accepted an embrace, and clung the faster to her father, with a gesture as though to repel all advance. The boy took a good stare out of a pair of resolute gray eyes, with one foot in advance, and offered both hands. Honora would have taken him on her knee, but he retreated, and both leant against their father as he sat, an arm round each, after shaking hands with Miss Wells, whom he recollected at once, and presenting his brother-in-law, whose broad, open, sailor countenance, hardy and weather-stained, was a great contrast to his pale, hollow, furrowed cheeks and heavy eyes.
Will you tell me your name, my dear? said Honora, feeling the children the easiest to talk to; but the little girls pretty lips pouted, and she nestled nearer to her father.
Her name is Lucilla, he answered with a sigh, recalling that it had been his wifes name. We are all somewhat of little savages, he added, in excuse for the childs silence. We have seen few strangers at Wrapworth of late.
I did not know you were in London.
It was a sudden measureall my brothers doing, he said; I am quite taken out of my own guidance.
I went down to Wrapworth and found him very unwell, quite out of order, and neglecting himself, said the captain; so I have brought him up for advice, as I could not make him hear reason.
I was afraid you were looking very ill, said Honora, hardly daring to glance at his changed face.
Cant help being ill, returned Captain Charteris, running about the village in all weathers in a coat like that, and sitting down to play with the children in his wet things. I saw what it would come to, last time.
Mr. Sandbrook could not repress a cough, which told plainly what it was come to.
Miss Wells asked whom he intended to consult, and there was some talk on physicians, but the subject was turned off by Mr. Sandbrook bending down to point out to little Owen a beautiful carving of a brooding dove on her nest, which formed the central bracket of the fine old mantelpiece.
There, my man, that pretty bird has been sitting there ever since I can remember. How like it all looks to old times! I could imagine myself running in from Westminster on a saints day.
It is little altered in some things, said Honor. The last great change was too fresh!
Yes, said Mr. Sandbrook, raising his eyes towards her with the look that used to go so deep of old, we have both gone through what makes the unchangeableness of these impassive things the more striking.
I cant see, said the little girl, pulling his hand.
Let me lift you up, my dear, said Honora; but the child turned her back on her, and said, Father.
He rose, and was bending, at the little imperious voice, though evidently too weak for the exertion, but the sailor made one step forward, and pouncing on Miss Lucilla, held her up in his arms close to the carving. The two little feet made signs of kicking, and she said in anything but a grateful voice, Put me down, Uncle Kit.
Uncle Kit complied, and she retreated under her papas wing, pouting, but without another word of being lifted, though she had been far too much occupied with struggling to look at the dove. Meantime her brother had followed up her request by saying me, and he fairly put out his arms to be lifted by Miss Charlecote, and made most friendly acquaintance with all the curiosities of the carving. The rest of the visit was chiefly occupied by the children, to whom their father was eager to show all that he had admired when little older than they were, thus displaying a perfect and minute recollection and affection for the place, which much gratified Honora. The little girl began to thaw somewhat under the influence of amusement, but there was still a curious ungraciousness towards all attentions. She required those of her father as a right, but shook off all others in a manner which might be either shyness or independence; but as she was a pretty and naturally graceful child, it had a somewhat engaging air of caprice. They took leave, Mr. Sandbrook telling the children to thank Miss Charlecote for being so kind to them, which neither would do, and telling her, as he pressed her hand, that he hoped to see her again. Honora felt as if an old page in her history had been reopened, but it was not the page of her idolatry, it was that of the fall of her idol! She did not see in him the champion of the truth, but his presence palpably showed her the excitable weakness which she had taken for inspiration, while the sweetness and sympathy warmed her heart towards him, and made her feel that she had underrated his attractiveness. His implications that he knew she sympathized with him had touched her greatly, and then he looked so ill!
It is little altered in some things, said Honor. The last great change was too fresh!
Yes, said Mr. Sandbrook, raising his eyes towards her with the look that used to go so deep of old, we have both gone through what makes the unchangeableness of these impassive things the more striking.
I cant see, said the little girl, pulling his hand.
Let me lift you up, my dear, said Honora; but the child turned her back on her, and said, Father.
He rose, and was bending, at the little imperious voice, though evidently too weak for the exertion, but the sailor made one step forward, and pouncing on Miss Lucilla, held her up in his arms close to the carving. The two little feet made signs of kicking, and she said in anything but a grateful voice, Put me down, Uncle Kit.
Uncle Kit complied, and she retreated under her papas wing, pouting, but without another word of being lifted, though she had been far too much occupied with struggling to look at the dove. Meantime her brother had followed up her request by saying me, and he fairly put out his arms to be lifted by Miss Charlecote, and made most friendly acquaintance with all the curiosities of the carving. The rest of the visit was chiefly occupied by the children, to whom their father was eager to show all that he had admired when little older than they were, thus displaying a perfect and minute recollection and affection for the place, which much gratified Honora. The little girl began to thaw somewhat under the influence of amusement, but there was still a curious ungraciousness towards all attentions. She required those of her father as a right, but shook off all others in a manner which might be either shyness or independence; but as she was a pretty and naturally graceful child, it had a somewhat engaging air of caprice. They took leave, Mr. Sandbrook telling the children to thank Miss Charlecote for being so kind to them, which neither would do, and telling her, as he pressed her hand, that he hoped to see her again. Honora felt as if an old page in her history had been reopened, but it was not the page of her idolatry, it was that of the fall of her idol! She did not see in him the champion of the truth, but his presence palpably showed her the excitable weakness which she had taken for inspiration, while the sweetness and sympathy warmed her heart towards him, and made her feel that she had underrated his attractiveness. His implications that he knew she sympathized with him had touched her greatly, and then he looked so ill!
A note from old Mrs. Sandbrook begged her to meet him at dinner the next day, and she was glad of the opportunity of learning the doctors verdict upon him, though all the time she knew the meeting would be but pain, bringing before her the disappointment not of him, but in him.
No one was in the drawing-room but Captain Charteris, who came and shook hands with her as if they were old friends; but she was somewhat amazed at missing Mrs. Sandbrook, whose formality would be shocked by leaving her guests in the lurch.
Some disturbance in the nursery department, I fancy, said the captain; those children have never been from home, and they are rather exacting, poor things.
Poor little things! echoed Honora; then, anxious to profit by the tête-a-tête, has Mr. Sandbrook seen Dr. L.?
Yes, it is just as I apprehended. Lungs very much affected, right one nearly gone. Nothing for it but the Mediterranean.
Indeed!
It is no wonder. Since my poor sister died he has never taken the most moderate care of his health, perfectly revelled in dreariness and desolateness, I believe! He has had this cough about him ever since the winter, when he walked up and down whole nights with that poor child, and never would hear of any advice till I brought him up here almost by force.
I am sure it was time.
May it be in time, thats all.
Italy does so much! But what will become of the children?
They must go to my brothers of course. I have told him I will see him there, but I will not have the children! Theres not the least chance of his mending, if they are to be always lugging him about
The captain was interrupted by the entrance of Mrs. Sandbrook, who looked a good deal worried, though she tried to put it aside, but on the captain saying, Im afraid that you have troublesome guests, maam, out it all came, how it had been discovered late in the day that Master Owen must sleep in his papas room, in a crib to himself, and how she had been obliged to send out to hire the necessary articles, subject to his nurses approval; and the captains sympathy having opened her heart, she further informed them of the inconvenient rout the said nurse had made about getting new milk for them, for which Honor could have found it in her heart to justify her; and poor Owen is just as bad, quoth the old lady; I declare those children are wearing his very life out, and yet he will not hear of leaving them behind.
She was interrupted by his appearance at that moment, as usual, with a child in either hand, and a very sad picture it was, so mournful and spiritless was his countenance, with the hectic tint of decay evident on each thin cheek, and those two fair healthful creatures clinging to him, thoughtless of their past loss, unconscious of that which impended. Little Owen, after one good stare, evidently recognized a friend in Miss Charlecote, and let her seat him upon her knee, listening to her very complacently, but gazing very hard all the time at her, till at last, with an experimental air, he stretched one hand and stroked the broad golden ringlet that hung near him, evidently to satisfy himself whether it really was hair. Then he found his way to her watch, a pretty little one from Geneva, with enamelled flowers at the back, which so struck his fancy that he called out, Cilly, look! The temptation drew the little girl nearer, but with her hands behind her back, as if bent on making no advance to the stranger.
Honora thought her the prettiest child she had ever seen. Small and lightly formed, there was more symmetry in her little fairy figure than usual at her age, and the skin was exquisitely fine and white, tinted with a soft eglantine pink, deepening into roses on the cheeks; the hair was in long flaxen curls, and the eyelashes, so long and fair that at times they caught a glossy light, shaded eyes of that deep blue upon that limpid white, which is like nothing but the clear tints of old porcelain. The features were as yet unformed, but small and delicate, and the upright Napoleon gesture had something peculiarly quaint and pretty in such a soft-looking little creature. The boy was a handsome fellow, with more solidity and sturdiness, and Honora could scarcely continue to amuse him, as she thought of the fathers pain in parting with two such beingshis sole objects of affection. A moments wish flashed across her, but was dismissed the next moment as a mere childish romance.
Old Mr. Sandbrook came in, and various other guests arrived, old acquaintance to whom Owen must be re-introduced, and he looked fagged and worn by the time all the greetings had been exchanged and all the remarks made on his children. When dinner was announced, he remained to the last with them, and did not appear in the dining-room till his uncle had had time to look round for him, and mutter something discontentedly about those brats. The vacant chair was beside Honora, and he was soon seated in it, but at first he did not seem inclined to talk, and leant back, so white and exhausted, that she thought it kinder to leave him to himself.