The air was full of the song of birds and the hum of bees, and of another sound to which Sydney Lisle was listening, as she stood upon the steps of the Castle, shading eyes that danced joyfully1 from the dazzling sunshine, and listening to the pealing3 of the bells.
They were plain enough from Lislehurst Church across the Park, but she could distinguish, mingling4 with these, the more distant peal2 from Loam5, and even, she thought, Marston’s little tinkling6 duet from its two cracked bells, which were being pulled with a goodwill7 that went far to atone8 for their lack of music.
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The glory of “leafy June,” that queen of months, was upon the tall trees of the Park, among which presently the girl went wandering. How wonderful a world it was to-day! She felt as though she wanted to drink in the beauty around her.
The sunshine came flickering9 through the trees, making a chequer of light and shade upon the grassy10 path before her; in front the softly dappled deer were feeding peacefully, undisturbed by her approach.
“Pang—pang—pang—pang—pang—pang—pang—pang!” went the bells, and Sydney smiled in sympathy with that wonderful abandonment of joy which only bells can give.
The girl made a charming picture as she stood there on the soft grass, with the mighty11 trees she loved so well towering in their grandeur12 overhead, and the sunshine flickering through the leaves upon her white gown and sweet face.
She was good to look upon indeed in her dainty gown, with a great bunch of yellow roses at her belt, and that flush upon her cheek and sun of gladness in her eyes. She might have stood for an embodiment of the sweet young summer which was making the world good to dwell in.
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So at least thought a young man, who, catching13 through the trees a glimpse of her white dress, had left the road and cut across the Park toward her. As he came near his eyes were fixed14 upon her earnest face, raised to the glory of sight and sound above. She did not hear his footsteps till he was quite close to her; then she sprang to meet him with a low cry of delight.
“Oh, Hugh! have you heard?”
“Yes, I heard at Donisbro’ and came straight.”
Something new in his voice brought a sudden flush to the delicately tinted15 face. Her eyes fell before his eager ones.
“Come into the gardens,” she said, turning, and the two went wandering together in a strange silence over the cool turf of the bowling16 green where King Charles I. had once played at his favourite game with a loyal Lisle of old, a Sydney too.
The balmy, fragrant17 air was filled with the clang of bells; beyond the Park they were beginning to cut hay in the long meadows sloping upwards18 towards the grey-green downs. A great bush, covered with the little yellow roses Sydney wore, smiled up at the two who stood before it.
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“Pang—pang-pang-pang—pang—pang-pang-pang!” went the bells.
“They ring with goodwill,” Hugh said, with a smile.
“They are very glad,” said Sydney, “and oh, Hugh, I wonder whether anybody on the whole estate is more glad than I am!”
And then Hugh turned and caught her hands and said, with an odd break in his voice, “Syd, are you really?”
She looked straight up at him, and he knew that she had spoken truth.
“If you are, what must I be!” he cried. “My darling, you don’t know, you can’t know what this means to me!”
His voice broke suddenly.
“Tell me,” she said. But I think she understood without telling.
Later, as the two sat together on the grassy bank bordering the bowling green, the girl said, “Do you know, I think we ought to be grateful to St. Quentin for taking me away from home and all of you. It was very, very hard to give up my brother Hugh, but this is better!”
“It is,” Hugh said, with absolute conviction.
“Pang—pang-pang-pang—pang-pang-pang-pang!” went the bells, tripping one another up
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in their haste to clang out the glad tidings of the birth of an heir male to the great St. Quentin title and estates.
But Sydney had come, in those few quiet minutes in the garden, into a far greater heritage than that of which the little heir’s birth had deprived her!
A tall figure with brown hair touched with grey about the temples was coming down the path towards the bowling green. Sydney sprang to her feet and went to meet him, Hugh following her closely.
Lord St. Quentin too was listening to the bells, with a smile upon the face that had nearly lost its cynical19 expression. “But I feel almost as if the little beggar were doing you an injury, Sydney,” he said, laying his hand upon the girl’s slight shoulder as she joined him.
“You are not to say that!” she cried. “Do you think there is any one more glad and happy than I am to-day? Oh, St. Quentin, if you only knew how glad I am to be disinherited!”
He looked down at her glowing face, then turned from hers to Hugh’s. The light of comprehension dawned in his eyes.
“Upon my word!” he exclaimed as sternly
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as he could. “What mischief20 have you two been doing now?”
“Well,” Sydney said audaciously, looking up into his face, that she had grown so fond of, “you see, you forbade me to look upon Hugh as a brother any longer—and—and I always try to obey you.”
“When I heard at Donisbro’ this morning that she was safely out of the succession, I couldn’t wait,” Hugh said. “There was just time to catch the next train, and I caught it!”
The corners of St. Quentin’s mouth twitched21, and after one or two attempts to look serious, he gave it up and laughed outright22.
“You are a nice pair!” he said. “If it weren’t for the fact that Katharine is sure to be upon the side of true love, and that you, Sydney, always insist upon your own way, I’d play the stern guardian23, and send Master Hugh to the right-about!”
“But of course you are not going to do anything so absolutely horrid,” Sydney said with confidence. “You’re going to take him in to see the baby.”
“It’s all the baby’s fault,” grumbled24 its father, when Hugh had been presented to the red-faced, crumpled25, kicking object who was Lord Lisle. “I believe I bear him a grudge26.
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You would have made a first-rate landlord, Sydney!”
“I never should have made a marchioness,” she declared with much decision. “Ask Lady Frederica. And oh, Quin, don’t be cross, but be glad that I haven’t got to try!”
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