It was the most popular time of the year for performing shows of all sorts, and Ben Holt expected to make a considerable sum of money out of the pretty and vivacious2 little pair.
Meanwhile, the police were on their track; advertisements about them were scattered3 all over the country—considerable rewards were offered, and there was more than one nearly broken heart in the pretty Rectory of Super-Ashton.
Even Aunt Jane felt by no means herself. She would not own to having done anything wrong, but
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she became wonderfully gentle to Iris4 and Apollo. She was unremitting, too, in her efforts to recover the lost children, and began to look quite peaky about the face and lined round the mouth.
As to Uncle William, he preached nothing but old sermons, finding it beyond his powers to devote his attention to anything fresh or new. He hated the study window where little Diana had lain in his arms—he hated the memory of the whip which he had used over her. On one occasion he even went the length of saying to his wife:
"Jane, it was your doing—she was too spirited a child for the treatment you subjected her to. She ought never to have been whipped. But for you she would not have run away."
This was a very terrible moment for Aunt Jane, and she was too much cowed and stricken to reply a single word to her husband. He could not help, notwithstanding his great anxiety, having a momentary6 sense of pleasure when he found that he had got the upper hand of his clever wife; but Aunt Jane had it out with the servants and the parishioners afterwards, and so revenged herself after a fashion.
As to Iris, a very sad change came over her. She grew thin and very pale; she scarcely ate anything, and scarcely ever spoke7. Even Apollo, even little Ann quite failed to comfort her. She did not complain, but she went about with a drooping8 look, somewhat like a little flower which wants water.
"Iris is not well," Miss Ramsay said one morning to Mrs. Dolman. "She does not eat her food, and when I went into her bedroom last night I found that she was wide awake, and had evidently been silently crying. I think she ought to see a doctor!"
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"Dear, dear!" replied Mrs. Dolman. "Do you know, Miss Ramsay, I am almost sorry I undertook the charge of the little Delaneys. They certainly have turned out, as their poor father expressed it, a handful. If Iris is really ill, I had better see her. Send her to me. You don't suppose she is—fretting9?"
"Yes; of course she is fretting dreadfully," replied Miss Ramsay. "And no wonder, poor little girl! For my part, I consider it perfectly10 awful to contemplate11 the fate of those poor lost children."
"Oh, they will be found—they are likely to return here any day," replied Mrs. Dolman. "It is just like you, Miss Ramsay, to go to the fair with things, and to imagine the very worst. Why, for instance, should not some very kind people have found the children? Why must they, as a matter of course, have fallen into the hands of cruel and unprincipled folk? Some of the very sharpest detectives in Scotland Yard are on their track. For my part, I have not the slightest doubt that they will soon be brought back."
Miss Ramsay uttered a sigh.
"I will send Iris down to speak to you," she said.
This conversation occurred between three and four weeks after little Orion and Diana had disappeared. Mrs. Dolman was in her study. It was a very ugly room, sparsely12 furnished. There was a large, old-fashioned desk in the center of the room, and she was seated in an armchair in front of it, busily engaged making up her different tradesmen's books, when the door was softly opened and Iris came in.
Mrs. Dolman had not had any special conversation with Iris since the mysterious disappearance13 of the two younger children, and now, as she raised her eyes and looked at her attentively14, she was startled at
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the great change in her appearance. The child was reduced almost to a shadow. She was dressed in her heavy black, without a touch of relieving white. Her lovely hair hung over her shoulders, and was pushed back from her low brow, bringing into greater contrast the small, pinched, white face, and the great brown eyes, which looked now too big for the little countenance15 to which they belonged.
"Come here, Iris," said Mrs. Dolman. She had always liked Iris the best of the children. "Come and tell me what is the matter."
Iris came slowly forward.
"Miss Ramsay says that you do not eat and do not sleep. If that is the case, I must send for the doctor to see you," continued Aunt Jane.
"Yes, Aunt Jane," answered Iris.
She hung her head listlessly. Mrs. Dolman put her arm round the slender waist and drew the child close to her side. Iris submitted to this embrace without in any way returning it.
"And when you see the doctor he will, of course, order you a tonic16, and perhaps tell us to take you to the seaside. If that is the case, we must do so, Iris—we must do our duty by you, whatever happens. It would never do for you to be ill, you understand."
"Yes, Aunt Jane," answered Iris; "that's what I think myself—it would never do."
"Then you will try to get well, dear? You will do exactly what the doctor says?"
"Yes, Aunt Jane."
Mrs. Dolman looked earnestly into her little niece's face.
"You know," she said, in a brisk voice, "I am, for my part, quite certain that we shall get tidings of the
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lost children either to-day or to-morrow. We are not leaving a stone unturned to get them back."
Iris raised her delicate brows, and for a moment there came a flashing light of hope into her eyes; but then it died out. She lowered her lashes17 and did not speak.
"You are pale, and your hands are hot," said Mrs. Dolman.
"I feel hot," answered Iris, "and I am thirsty," she added.
"Oh, come! this will never do," said Aunt Jane. "I shall just take you away this minute to see the doctor."
She rose impatiently as she spoke. The apathy18 which was over Iris irritated her more than she could express. If the child had only burst into tears, or even defied her as little Diana used to do, she felt that she could comprehend matters a great deal better.
"If we are quick, we may see Dr. Kent before he goes on his rounds," she said. "Run upstairs at once, Iris, and fetch your hat."
Iris immediately left the room.
"The child looks as if something had stunned19 her," thought Mrs. Dolman to herself. "I never saw such a queer expression on any little girl's face. Now, I am quite certain if Philip or Conrad had been kidnaped, that Lucy and Mary would be a great deal too sensible to act in this silly way. The worst of it is, too, that there is nothing really to lay hold of, for the child does not even complain—she simply suffers. What am I to do? How am I to tell the children's father that two of them have disappeared, and the eldest20, his favorite, too, is very ill?"
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Iris re-entered the room, with her sun-bonnet21 hanging on her arm.
"Put it on, my dear, put it on; and brisk up a little," said Mrs. Dolman. "There is no good in giving way to your feelings."
"I never give way to them, Aunt Jane. I try to be patient," answered Iris.
Mrs. Dolman tied on her own bonnet with her usual vigor22. She then took one of the hot little hands in hers, and, a few moments later, the aunt and niece were standing5 outside Dr. Kent's door in the pretty little village street.
Dr. Kent was at home. He was a young man, and a clever doctor, and he gave Iris a good overhauling23. He listened to her lungs and heart, put several questions to her, was kind in his manner, and did not express the least surprise when he heard that the little girl could neither eat nor sleep.
"I perfectly understand," he said. "And now, my dear, I hope soon to have you as right as a trivet; but, in the meantime, I should like to have a little talk with your aunt. Can you find your way into my dining room? You have only to turn to the left when you leave this room."
"Thank you," answered Iris. She went to the door, opened it, and shut it behind her.
"Now, what do you think about her?" said Aunt Jane. "Out with the truth, please, Dr. Kent. You know I never can stand any beating about the bush."
"There is nothing of the ordinary nature the matter with your little niece," began the doctor.
Mrs. Dolman raised her brows in surprise and indignation.
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"How can you say that?" she remarked. "The child looks seriously ill."
"Please allow me to finish my speech. There is nothing the matter with the child in the form of organic or any other disease; but just at present there is such a severe strain on her mind that, if it is not completely relieved, she is very likely to die."
"Doctor! What a terrible thing to say!"
"It is true. The child needs rousing—she is losing all interest in life. She has been subjected to a terrible shock."
"Of course she has," replied Mrs. Dolman; "but the extraordinary thing is that a child of ten years of age should feel it so much."
"It is not extraordinary in that sort of child," replied the doctor. "Can you not see for yourself that she has a very delicate and a very nervous organism. She has lately, too, lost her mother, has she not?"
"Yes; and I believe the child was very fond of her; but, indeed, I may as well say that I never saw anyone more sensible than little Iris about that. She scarcely seemed to grieve at all. Of course, I dare say she was very sorry, but she did not show it."
"All the worse for her," answered Dr. Kent. "If she had given way about her mother, and allowed her grief to get the upper hand, she would not be so ill as she is now. Then came the second blow—the extraordinary loss of the children."
"Then you really think her very ill?" said Mrs. Dolman. "I would do anything to save her, doctor. These four children were put into my care by their father."
"Where is the father now?" asked Dr. Kent.
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"He must have nearly reached the Himalayas by this time."
"Is it possible for you to communicate with him?"
"To say the truth, I have hesitated to do so. He suffered terribly at the death of his wife. It would be fearful for him to learn that two of the children are missing, and one very ill. I have waited, hoping for better news."
"You did wrong. He ought to know of this calamity24. Each day that does not give you tidings of the missing children lessens25 the chance of your ever recovering them. I must say their disappearance is most mysterious."
"So it is," answered Aunt Jane suddenly. "And in my heart of hearts," she added, "I am greatly alarmed."
"Well, if I were you, I would send a cablegram to the address most likely to find Mr. Delaney."
"If you think it right."
"I do. It is the only thing to do. He ought to come home immediately. That little girl ought to have her father with her."
"Then your opinion is that Iris is very ill?"
"She is on her way to be very ill. At the same time, if her mind is relieved, she will be well in a week. Under existing circumstances, however, there seems but small chance of that. You ought to communicate with the father, and if I were you I would let the child do something herself—even if that something is useless—to try to recover her lost brother and sister."
"What do you mean? It really is impossible for the child to go over the country looking for Orion
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and Diana. Oh, what trouble I brought upon myself when I undertook the care of my brother's family!"
"I am very sorry for you, Mrs. Dolman, but I must give you my true opinion. Please act on my suggestion; I am sure you will not regret it. Communicate with the father in the quickest way possible, urge him to return to London without fail, and give little Iris something to do which will occupy and satisfy her mind. In the meantime I will order her a tonic, but medicines are not what she needs. She requires mind rest, and nothing else will make her well."
Mrs. Dolman left Dr. Kent's house, feeling very uncomfortable. She took Iris home, was wonderfully gentle to her during the walk, and sent her up to the schoolroom with a message to Miss Ramsay to say that she was not to do any more lessons that morning. Having got rid of Iris, she went immediately to have an interview with her husband in his study.
"Well, William," she said, "I own myself beaten."
"My dear Jane—beaten? In what way?"
"Here's a pretty mess," continued Mrs. Dolman; "Orion and Diana cannot be found, and Dr. Kent says that Iris is going to be very ill."
"Iris going to be ill?" repeated Mr. Dolman. "Has she caught anything taking. If so, Jane, it would be our duty to separate the children immediately."
"Oh, nonsense, William! Where would she take a catching26 complaint in a wholesome27, well-sanitated rectory like this? Have you never heard of nerve troubles?"
Mr. Dolman opened his sleepy eyes and stared full at his wife.
"My dear," he said, "I often thought that you had
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never heard of them. So you really believe in them at last?"
"I am forced to when that pretty child is dying from the effects of them."
Mrs. Dolman then repeated to her husband all that Dr. Kent had said.
"I cannot stand the responsibility any longer," she said. "I will send a cablegram to David this very day. What will he think of me? Of course he will never forgive me. In the meantime, William, have you anything to propose about little Iris?"
"Yes," answered Mr. Dolman. "There may not be much in my suggestion; but the fact is, I feel dreadfully restless, sitting here day after day, doing nothing."
"William, what do you mean?" answered his wife. "Sitting here day after day, doing nothing! Have you not your parish to attend to?"
"Oh, I don't mean that—you attend to the parish, my love."
"Thank you, William, for acknowledging that fact at last."
"I frankly28 acknowledge it. Then, too, we have no sick poor in the parish, and everything is really in a prosperous condition; but the fact is, I hate sitting down to my comfortable meals, and lying down at night on my comfortable bed, not knowing in what part of the world dear, spirited little Diana may be. I don't think half so much about the boy as little Diana."
"You are like all the rest of your sex, William; you are taken by a child because it happens to be a girl and has a pair of black eyes. For my part, I never could bear little Diana."
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"Please don't say that now."
"Oh, it is not that I am not sorry for her; of course, I am dreadfully sorry, and I acknowledge—I do acknowledge—that I have been more or less to blame. But now, please, come to the point—you always were such a man for going round and round a subject."
"Well, then," said Mr. Dolman, "this is it. The doctor wishes Iris to be roused. Let me take both her and Apollo, and let us begin to look for the lost children."
"And do you suppose," answered Mrs. Dolman, with a laugh, "that you will be more likely to find the children than the clever detectives who are on their track?"
"We can go to London and take a detective with us. Iris will at once feel happier if she is doing something. The fact is this: I am certain the inaction is killing29 her."
"It is an extraordinary plan," said Mrs. Dolman; "but after all, if it is the only way to keep Iris alive, I suppose we must consider it. But, William, I am the suitable one to take Iris and Apollo about. Indeed, why should Apollo go at all? He at least is in perfect health."
"The person to consider is Iris," said Mr. Dolman. "She will confide30 in Apollo when she will not confide in anyone else; and I think, Jane," he added, looking very strong and determined31, "that she would rather go with me than with you." Mrs. Dolman flushed. "You know, Jane," continued her husband, "you have been a little hard on these children."
"Perhaps so," answered Mrs. Dolman, "and when I have tried to do my duty, too. But, of course,
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Evangeline's children were likely to be unmanageable; they had such extraordinary training when they were babies. However, as matters stand, I have not a word to say."
"Then, my dear, we will consider the thing arranged. We can easily get John Burroughs to lend us one of his curates for Sunday, and you will do all the rest. Now, shall I see Iris and submit the plan to her?"
"An extraordinary plan it is," answered Mrs. Dolman; "but perhaps you are right, William. At any rate, I have proved myself so completely in the wrong that I am willing on this occasion to be guided by you."
She rose from her seat, left the room, and went up to the schoolroom.
"Iris," she said to the little girl, "I want you and Apollo to come downstairs immediately."
Iris sprang to her feet; she grew white to her lips.
"Have you heard anything?" she asked.
"No, my dear, nothing—nothing whatever; only your uncle wishes to speak to you. Now, come at once, for he is not the sort of man to be kept waiting."
Mrs. Dolman left the room and the children followed her. When they reached the study, Iris went straight up to her uncle.
"What do you want with me, Uncle William?" she asked.
"The fact is this," he answered, scarcely looking at her, and speaking with great eagerness and emphasis for him; "you and I, Iris, have got to do something, and there is not a moment to delay."
A great flood of color filled Iris' cheeks, a new light darted32 into her eyes.
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"Oh, yes, Uncle William," she said, panting as she spoke, "we have been doing nothing too long. It has nearly killed me, Uncle William," she added.
"Then, my dear, we will just be our own detectives—you and I and Apollo. We will start this very afternoon; we will look for the children ourselves. Why, what is the matter, my dear; what is the matter? What are you doing?"
For little Iris had fallen on her knees, had caught her uncle's hand in both of hers, and was pressing it frantically33 to her lips.
"Oh, Uncle William," she said, "how can I thank you? I promised mother the day she died that I would be a little mother to the others, and I have failed, I have failed dreadfully, and it is killing me, Uncle William. But oh, if I can find them again, and if you will really help me, and if we do start to-day—oh, if this is true, then I am happy again."
"You observe, my dear Jane," said Mr. Dolman, "that my proposal seems to be correct. Now, run off, Iris, and get Simpson to pack some clothes for you and Apollo. We will leave Super-Ashton by the three o'clock train."
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