Part 37 (1/2)
CHAPTER XIX.
ONE STICK DISCARDED.
The morning sun shone on the green lawn, on the cl.u.s.tering flowers, rich in many colours, sweet in their perfume, before the breakfast-room at Ashlydyat. The room itself was in shadow: as it is pleasant in summer for a room to be: but the windows stood open to the delights of outdoor life.
Janet presided at the breakfast-table. She always did preside there.
Thomas, Bessy, and Cecil were disposed around her; leaving the side next the windows vacant, that nothing might come between them and the view of the summer's morning. A summer that would soon be on the wane, for September was approaching.
”She ought to be here by four o'clock,” observed Bessy, continuing the conversation. ”Otherwise, she cannot be here until seven. No train comes in from Farnley between four o'clock and seven, does it, Thomas?”
”I think not,” replied Thomas G.o.dolphin. ”But I really know very little about their branch lines. Stay. Farnley? No: I remember: I am sure that nothing comes in between four and seven.”
”Don't fash yourselves,” said Janet with composure, who had been occupied with the urn. ”When Mrs. Briscow sends me word she will arrive by the afternoon train, I know she can only mean the one that gets here at four o'clock: and I shall be there at four in the carriage to meet her. She is early in her ideas, and she would have called seven the night train.”
Cecil, who appeared to be more engaged in toying with the black ribbons that were flowing from the white sleeves round her pretty wrists, than in taking her breakfast, looked up at her sister. ”How long is it since she was here last, Janet?”
”She was here the summer after your mother died.”
”All that time!” exclaimed Cecil. ”It is very good of her to leave her home at her age, and come amongst us once again.”
”It is George who is bringing her here; I am sure of that,” returned Janet. ”She was so concerned about his illness. She wants to see him now he is getting better. George was always her favourite.”
”How is George this morning?” inquired Thomas G.o.dolphin.
”George is alive and pretty well,” replied a voice from the door, which had opened. There stood George himself.
Alive decidedly; but weak and wan still. He could walk with the help of one stick now.
”If I don't make an effort--as somebody says, in that bookcase--I may remain a puny invalid for ever, like a woman. I thought I'd try and surprise you.”
They made a place for him, and placed a chair, and set good things before him; all in affectionate eagerness. But George G.o.dolphin could not accomplish much breakfast yet. ”My appet.i.te is capricious, Janet,”
he observed. ”I think to-morrow I will try chocolate and milk.”
”A cup can be made at once, George, if you would like it.”
”No, I don't care about it now. I suppose the doctors are right that I can't get into proper order again, without change. A dull time of it, I shall have, whatever place they may exile me to.”
A question had been mooted, bringing somewhat of vexation in its discussion, as to who should accompany George. Whether he should be accompanied at all, in what he was pleased to term his exile: and if so, which of them should be chosen. Janet could not go; or thought she could not; Ashlydyat wanted her. Bessy was deep in her schools, her district-visiting, in parish affairs generally, and openly said she did not care to quit them just now. Cecil was perfectly ready and willing.
Had George been going to the wilds of Africa, Cecil would have entered on the journey with enthusiasm: the outer world had attractions for Cecil and her inexperience. But Janet did not deem it expedient to trust pretty Cecil to the sole guardians.h.i.+p of thoughtless George, and that was put down ere Cecil had well spoken of it. George's private opinion was--and he spoke it publicly--that he should be better without any of them than with them; that they would ”only be a trouble.” On one point, he turned restive. Janet's idea had been to despatch Margery with him; to see after his comforts, his medicines, his well-aired beds, and his beef-tea. Not if he knew it, George answered. Why not set him up at once with a lady's-maid, and a nurse from the hospitals, in addition to Margery? And he was pleased to indulge in so much ridicule upon the point, as to anger Janet and offend Margery.
”I wish I knew some fellow who was going yachting for the next six months, and would give me boat-room,” observed George, stirring his tea listlessly.
”That _would_ be an improvement!” said Janet, speaking in satire. ”Six months' sea-sickness and sea-drenching would about do for you what the fever has left undone.”
”So it might,” said George. ”Only that we get over sea-sickness in a couple of days, and sea-drenchings are wholesome. However, don't let it disturb your placidity: the yacht is wanting, and I am not likely to have the opportunity of trying it. No, thank you, Janet”--rejecting a plate she was offering him--”I cannot eat anything.”
”Mrs. Briscow comes to-day, George,” observed Bessy. ”Janet is going to meet her at the station at four. She is coming purposely to see you.”