Part 60 (2/2)

Jeffreys had begged Raby to let them stay where they were in peace for that day; and she considerately kept their counsel till the morning.

Then she told her father the strange story.

”Two birds with one stone, and such a stone!” e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the bewildered colonel.

”Four birds, father--there are two babies as well.”

”Whew!” said the colonel, ”what a holiday I am having!”

”Poor father,” said the girl, ”it's too bad!”

”Oh, well. The more the merrier. What's to be done now? We'd better charter a coach and four and a bra.s.s band and go and fetch them home in state. If they'd wait till to-morrow we would have up a triumphal arch too.”

”How frivolous you are, father! We must get them away with as little fuss as possible. I arranged with Mr Jeffreys that he would bring Mr Forrester here in a cab this morning.”

”And the babies?”

”He will go back for them afterwards.”

”Well, as you like; but what about Percy and the Rimbolts?”

”Percy was to go out of town to-day, you know, and will not be back till to-morrow. By that time we shall be able to find out what Mr Jeffreys would like best.”

”Oh, very good. We'll wait till his royal highness signifies his pleasure, and meanwhile our relatives and friends must be avoided-- that's what you mean.”

”No,” said Raby, colouring; ”but you know how easily frightened he is.”

The colonel laughed pleasantly.

”All right, Raby; they shall be let down as easily as you like. Now shall I be in the way when they come, or shall I make myself scarce?

And, by the way, I must go at once and get a perambulator, and feeding- bottles, and all that sort of thing. How many times a day am I to be sent out to take them walks?”

”You're too silly for anything,” said Raby dutifully.

She was grateful to him for making things so easy, and for covering her own ill-disguised embarra.s.sment by this adroit show of frivolity.

There was no frivolity in the manner in which the gallant soldier welcomed his old comrade's son, when an hour later he entered the house, borne in the strong arms of his friend. A couch was ready for him, and everything was made as simple and homelike as possible. Jeffreys stayed long enough to help the boy into the civilised garments provided for him, and then quietly betook himself once more to Storr Alley.

The curiosity roused by the departure of 'Black Sal's Forrester' in a cab was redoubled when, late that afternoon, Jeffreys was seen walking out of the alley with the baby in one arm and Tim holding onto the other. He had considered it best to make no public announcement of his departure. If he had, he might have found it more difficult than it was to take the important step. As it was, he had to run a gauntlet of a score of inquisitive idlers, who were by no means satisfied with the a.s.surance that he was going to give the children an airing.

The general opinion seemed to be that he was about to take the children to the workhouse, and a good deal of odium was worked up in consequence.

Some went so far as to say he was going to sell or drown the infants; and others, Driver's Alley refugees, promised him a warm reception if he returned without them! He neither returned with nor without them. They saw him no more. But it was given to the respectable inhabitants of a crescent near Regent's Park, about half an hour later, to witness the strange spectacle of a big young man, carrying a small baby in his arms and a big one on his shoulder--for Tim had turned restive on his hands-- walk solemnly along the footpath till he reached the door of Colonel Atherton's, where he rang.

The colonel and Raby had a queer tea-party that evening. When the meal was ended, Jeffreys was called upon to put his infants to bed, and a wonderful experience to those small mortals was the warm bath and the feather-bed to which they were severally introduced. Jeffreys was thankful that the baby was restless, and gave him an excuse for remaining in retirement most of the evening. At length, however, silence reigned; and he had no further excuse.

Entering the parlour, he perceived almost with a shock that Mr Rimbolt was there. He had called in accidentally, and had just been told the news.

”My dear fellow,” said he, as he took his old librarian's hand, ”how we have longed for this day!”

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