Part 26 (1/2)

”It is indeed kind of you to say so, but I am happy to state the doctor tells me if I continue to progress as well as at present, I shall be able to leave your roof----”

”My father's roof,” broke in Morris again.

”I beg pardon--your father's roof--in about a fortnight.”

”I am sorry to hear it, sir; and please clear your mind of the idea that you have ceased to be welcome. Your presence and that of Miss Fregelius will lessen, not increase, my trouble. I should be lonely in this great place with no company but that of my own thoughts.”

”I am glad to hear you say so. Whether you feel it or not you are kind, very kind.”

And so for the while they parted. When she came in that afternoon, Mr.

Fregelius told Stella the news; but, as it happened, she did not see Morris until she met him at dinner time.

”You have heard?” he asked.

”Oh, yes,” she answered; ”and I am sorry, so sorry. I do not know what more to say.”

”There is nothing to be said,” answered Morris; ”my poor uncle had lived out his life--he was sixty-eight, you know, and there is an end.”

”Were you fond of him? Forgive me for asking, but people are not always fond--really fond--of those who happen to be their relations.”

”Yes, I was very fond of him. He was a good man, though simple and self-made; very kind to everybody; especially to myself.”

”Then do not grieve for him, his pains are over, and some day you will meet him again, will you not?”

”I suppose so; but in the presence of death faith falters.”

”I know; but I think that is when it should be strongest and clearest, that is when we should feel that whatever else is unreal and false, this is certain and true.”

Morris bowed his head in a.s.sent, and there was silence for a while.

”I am afraid that Miss Porson must feel this very much,” Stella said presently.

”Yes, she seems quite crushed. She was his only living child, you know.”

”Are you not going to join her?”

”No, I cannot; she has gone into a convent for a month, near Beaulieu, and I am afraid the Sisters would not let me through their gates.”

”Is she a Catholic?”

”Not at all, but an old friend of hers holds some high position in the place, and she has taken a fancy to be quiet there for a while.”

”It is very natural,” answered Stella, and nothing more was said upon the subject.

Stella neither played the violin nor sang that night, nor, indeed, again while she remained alone with Morris at the Abbey. Both of them felt that under the circ.u.mstances this form of pleasure would be out of place, if not unfeeling, and it was never suggested. For the rest, however, their life went on as usual. On two or three occasions when the weather was suitable some further experiments were carried out with the aerophone, but on most days Stella was engaged in preparing the Rectory, a square, red-brick house, dating from the time of George III., to receive them as soon as her father could be moved. Very fortunately, as has been said, their journey in the steamer Trondhjem had been decided upon so hurriedly that there was no time to allow them to s.h.i.+p their heavy baggage and furniture, which were left to follow, and thus escaped destruction. Now at length these had arrived, and the unpacking and arrangement gave her constant thought and occupation, in which Morris occasionally a.s.sisted.

One evening, indeed, he stayed in the Rectory with her, helping to hang some pictures till about half-past six o'clock, when they started for the Abbey. As it chanced, a heavy gale was blowing that night, one of the furious winter storms which are common on this coast, and its worst gusts beat upon Stella so fiercely that she could scarcely stand, and was glad to accept the support of Morris's arm. As they struggled along the high road thus, a particularly savage blast tore the hood of Stella's ulster from her head, whereupon, leaning over her in such a position that his face was necessarily quite close to her own, with some difficulty he managed to replace the hood.

It was while Morris was so engaged that a dog-cart, which because of the roar of the wind he did not hear, and because of his position he could not see until it was almost pa.s.sing them, came slowly down the road.

Then catching the gleam of the lamps he looked up and started back, thinking that they were being run into, to perceive that the occupants of the dog-cart were Stephen and Eliza Layard.