The words came from Lady Augusta Yorke, a tall, dark woman, with high cheek-bones; and they were spoken at a height that might not have been deemed orthodox at court. Miss Caroline Yorke, a young demoiselle, with a “net” that was more frequently off her head than on it, slip-shod shoes, and untidy stockings, had placed a quantity of mulberry leaves on the centre table, and a silkworm on each leaf. She leisurely3 proceeded with her work, bringing forth4 more silkworms from her paper trays, paying not the least attention to her mother. Lady Augusta advanced, and treated her to a slight tap on the ear, her favourite mode of correcting her children.
“Now, mamma! What’s that for?”
“Do you hear me, you disobedient child? I will have this rubbish put away, I say. Goodness, Martha! don’t bring any one in here!” broke off Lady Augusta, as a maid appeared, showing in a visitor. “Oh, it is you, William! I don’t mind you. Come in.”
It was the Reverend William Yorke who entered. He was not altogether a favourite of Lady Augusta’s. Though only distantly related to her late husband, he yet bore the name of Yorke; and when he came to Helstonleigh (for he was not a native of the place), and became a candidate for a vacant minor5 canonry, Lady Augusta’s pride had taken fire. The minor canons were looked upon by the exclusives of the cathedral as holding a very inferior position amidst the clergy6, and she resented that one belonging to her should descend7 to set up his place amongst them.
Mr. Yorke shook hands with Lady Augusta, and then turned to look at the leaves and silkworms. “Are you doing that for ornament8, Caroline?”
“Ornament!” wrathfully cried Lady Augusta. “She is doing it to waste time, and to provoke me.”
“No, I am not, mamma,” denied Miss Caroline. “My poor silkworms never have anything but lettuce9 leaves. Tod brought these for me from the bishop’s garden, and I am looking at the silkworms enjoying the change.”
“Tod is in hot water,” remarked Mr. Yorke. “He was fighting with another boy as I came through the cloisters10.”
“Then he’ll come home with his clothes torn, as he did the last time he fought!” exclaimed Lady Augusta, in consternation11. “I think no one ever had such a set of children as mine!” she peevishly12 continued. “The boys boisterous13 as so many wild animals, and the girls enough to drive one crazy, with their idle, disobedient ways. Look at this room, William! encumbered14 from one end to the other! things thrown out of hand by Caroline and Fanny! As to lessons, they never open one. For three days I have never ceased telling Caroline to go and practise, and she has not attempted to obey me! I shall go out of my mind with one thing or another; I know I shall! Nice dunces they’ll grow up.”
“Go and practise now, Caroline,” said Mr. Yorke. “I will put your silkworms up for you.”
Caroline pouted15. “I hate practising.”
He laid his hand gently upon her, gazing at her with his dark, pleasant eyes, reproachful now; “But you do not hate obeying your mamma? You must never let it come to that, Caroline.”
She suffered him to lead her to the door, went docilely16 enough to the drawing-room, and sat down to the piano. Oh, for a little better training for those children! Mr. Yorke began placing the silkworms in the trays, and Lady Augusta went on grumbling17.
“It is a dreadful fate—to be left a widow with a heap of unruly children who will not be controlled! I must find a governess for the girls, and then I shall be free from them for a few hours in the day. I thought I would try and save the money, and teach them myself; but I might just as well attempt to teach so many little wild Indians! I am not fitted for teaching; it is beyond me. Don’t you think you could hear of a governess, William? You go about so much.”
“I have heard of one since I saw you yesterday,” he replied. “A young lady, whom you know, is anxious to take a situation, and I think she might suit you.”
“Whom I know?” cried Lady Augusta. “Who is it?”
“Miss Channing.”
Lady Augusta looked up in astonishment18. “Is she going out as governess? That comes of losing this lawsuit19. She has lost no time in the decision.”
“When an unpalatable step has to be taken, the sooner it is set about, the less will be the cost,” remarked Mr. Yorke.
“Unpalatable! you may well say that. This will be the climax20, will it not, William?”
“Climax of what?”
“Of all the unpleasantness that has attended your engagement with Miss Channing—”
“I beg your pardon, Lady Augusta,” was the interruption of Mr. Yorke. “No unpleasantness whatever has attended my engagement with Miss Channing.”
“I think so, for I consider her beneath you; and, therefore, that it is nothing but unpleasant from beginning to end. The Channings are very well in their way, but they are not equal to the Yorkes. You might make this a pretext21 for giving her up.”
Mr. Yorke laughed. “I think her all the more worthy22 of me. The only question that is apt to arise within me is, whether I am worthy of her. As we shall never agree upon this point, Lady Augusta, it may not be worth while to discuss it. About the other thing? I believe she would make an admirable governess for Caroline and Fanny, if you could obtain her.”
“Oh, I dare say she would do that. She is a lady, and has been well educated. Would she want a large salary?”
“Forty guineas a year, to begin with.”
Lady Augusta interrupted him with a scream. “I never could give half of it! I am sure I never could. What with housekeeping expenses, and milliners’ bills, and visiting, and the boys everlastingly23 dragging money out of me, I have scarcely anything to spare for education.”
“Yet it is more essential than all the rest. Your income, properly apportioned24, would afford—”
Another scream from Lady Augusta. Her son Theodore—Tod, familiarly—burst into the room, jacketless, his hair entangled25, blood upon his face, and his shirt-sleeves in shreds26.
“You rebellious27, wicked fright of a boy!” was the salutation of my lady, when she could recover breath.
“Oh, it’s nothing, mamma. Don’t bother,” replied Master Tod, waving her off. “I have been going into Pierce, senior, and have polished him off with a jolly good licking. He won’t get me into a row again, I’ll bet.”
“What row did he get you into?”
“He’s a nasty, sneaking28 tattler, and he took and told something to Gaunt, and Gaunt put me up for punishment, and I had a caning29 from old Pye. I vowed30 I’d pay Pierce out for it, and I have done it, though he is a sight bigger than me.”
“What was it about?” inquired Mr. Yorke. “The damaged surplice?”
“Damaged surplice be hanged!” politely retorted the young gentleman, who, in gaining the victory, appeared to have lost his temper. “It was something concerning our lessons at the third desk, if you must know.”
“You might be civil, Tod,” said Lady Augusta. “Look at your shirt! Who, do you suppose, is going to mend that?”
“It can go unmended,” responded Master Tod. “I wish it was the fashion to go without clothes! They are always getting torn.”
“I wish it was!” heartily31 responded my lady.
That same evening, in returning to her house from a visit, Constance Channing encountered Mr. Yorke. He turned to walk with her to the door.
“I intended to call this afternoon, Constance, but was prevented from doing so,” he observed. “I have spoken to Lady Augusta.”
“Well?” she answered with a smile and a blush.
“She would be very glad of you; but the difficulty, at first, appeared to be about salary. However, I pointed32 out a few home truths, and she admitted that if the girls were to be educated, she supposed she must pay for it. She will give you forty guineas a year; but you are to call upon her and settle other details. To-morrow, if it should be convenient to you.”
Constance clasped her hands. “I am so pleased!” she exclaimed, in a low tone.
“So am I,” said Mr. Yorke. “I would rather you went to Lady Augusta’s than to a stranger’s. And do, Constance, try and make those poor girls more what they ought to be.”
“That I shall try, you may be sure, William. Are you not coming in?”
“No,” said Mr. Yorke, who had held out his hand on reaching the door. He was pretty constant in his evening visits to the Channings, but he had made an engagement for this one with a brother clergyman.
Constance entered. She looked in the study for her brothers, but only Arthur was there. He was leaning his elbow upon the table in a thoughtful mood.
“Where are they all?” inquired Constance.
“Tom and Charles have gone to the cricket match. I don’t think Hamish has come in.”
“Why did you not go to cricket also?”
“I don’t know,” said Arthur. “I did not feel much inclination33 for cricket this evening.”
“You looked depressed34, Arthur, but I have some good news for you,” Constance said, bending over him with a bright smile. “It is settled about my going out, and I am to have forty guineas a year. Guess where it is to?”
Arthur threw his arm round Constance, and they stood together, looking at the trailing honeysuckle just outside the window. “Tell me, darling.”
“It is to Lady Augusta’s. William has been talking to her, and she would like to have me. Does it not seem lucky to find it so soon?”
“Lucky, Constance?”
“Ah, well! you know what I think, Arthur, though I did say ‘lucky,’” returned Constance. “I know it is God who is helping35 us.”
Very beautiful, very touching36, was the simple trustfulness reposed37 in God, by Constance and Arthur Channing. The good seed had been sown on good ground, and was bringing forth its fruit.
“I was deep in a reverie when you interrupted me, Constance,” Arthur resumed. “Something seems to whisper to me that this loss, which we regard as a great misfortune, may turn out for good in the end.”
“In the end! It may have come for our good now,” said Constance. “Perhaps I wanted my pride lowered,” she laughed; “and this has come to do it, and is despatching me out, a meek38 governess.”
“Perhaps we all wanted it,” cried Arthur, meaningly. “There are other bad habits it may stop, besides pride.” He was thinking of Hamish and his propensity39 for spending. “Forty guineas you are to have?”
“Yes,” said Constance. “Arthur, do you know a scheme that I have in my head? I have been thinking of it all day.”
“What is it? Stay! here is some one coming in. It is Hamish.”
Hamish entered with the account-books under his arm, preparatory to going over them with his father. Constance drew him to her.
“Hamish, I have a plan in my head, if we can only carry it out. I am going to tell it you.”
“One that will set the river on fire?” cried gay, laughing Hamish.
“If we—you and I, and Arthur—can only manage to earn enough money, and if we can observe strict economy at home, who knows but we may send papa to the German baths yet?”
A cloud came over Hamish’s face, and his smile faded. “I don’t see how that is to be done.”
“But you have not heard of my good luck. I am going to Lady Augusta’s, and am to have forty guineas a year. Now, if you and Arthur will help, it may be easy. Oh, Hamish, it would be worth any effort—any struggle. Think how it would be rewarded. Papa restored to health! to freedom from pain!”
A look of positive pain seated itself on Hamish’s brow. “Yes,” he sighed, “I wish it could be done.”
“But you do not speak hopefully.”
“Because, if I must tell you the truth, I do not feel hopefully. I fear we could not do it: at least until things are brighter.”
“If we do our very best, we might receive great help, Hamish.”
“What help?” he asked.
“God’s help,” she whispered.
Hamish smiled. He had not yet learnt what Constance had. Besides, Hamish was just then in a little trouble on his own account: he knew very well that his funds were wanted in another quarter.
“Constance, dear, do not look at me so wistfully. I will try with all my might and main, to help my father; but I fear I cannot do anything yet. I mean to draw in my expenses,” he went on, laughing: “to live like any old screw of a miser40, and never squander41 a halfpenny where a farthing will suffice.”
He took his books and went in to Mr. Channing. Constance began training the honeysuckle, her mind busy, and a verse of Holy Writ42 running through it—“Commit thy way unto the Lord, and put thy trust in Him, and He shall bring it to pass.”
“Ay!” she murmured, glancing upwards43 at the blue evening sky: “our whole, whole trust in patient reliance; and whatsoever44 is best for us will be ours.”
Annabel stole up to Constance, and entwined her arms caressingly45 round her. Constance turned, and parted the child’s hair upon her forehead with a gentle hand.
“Am I to find a little rebel in you, Annabel? Will you not try and make things smooth for me?”
“Oh, Constance, dear!” was the whispered answer: “it was only my fun last night, when I said you should not take me for lessons in an evening. I will study all day by myself, and get my lessons quite ready for you, so as to give you no trouble in the evening. Would you like to hear me my music now?”
Constance bent46 to kiss her. “No, dear child; there is no necessity for my taking you in an evening, until my days shall be occupied at Lady Augusta Yorke’s.”
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pickle
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cloisters
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peevishly
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grumbling
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