Part 31 (1/2)

Knowing nothing definitely, Caroline yet knew enough to a.s.sure herself that the engagement had been forced into existence by that very mental maelstrom of only a few hours before. And already she felt she understood Camilla well enough to be sure that this act, born of expediency, the outcome of intense excitement, would have its aftermath of judgment, perhaps of condemnation.

But for this sense of clinging anxiety about the woman she had learnt to love so dearly the girl would have been so happy.

”I want you to run wild,” Mrs. Brenton said to her. ”You can always leave the children with me when you want to be alone; they don't bother me in the least.”

So on every possible occasion Caroline was out of the house either with the children or without them, and day by day she blossomed out a little more into health and good looks.

”I wonder if you have Irish blood in your veins,” Mrs. Brenton asked her on one occasion when they went for a brisk walk together. ”Your eyes are distinctly Irish, you know.”

Caroline had laughed.

”I may be a Hottentot for all I know about myself. Undoubtedly I must have had some beginning, but what it was I have not the least idea.”

Agnes Brenton did not answer at once, and then she said--

”You have never heard from Mrs. Baynhurst?”

The girl shook her head, and then laughed again.

”Oh no, I never expected to. I dare say Mr. Haverford has tried to make her speak, but I shall be very much surprised if he gets anything out of her.”

”I am quite sure he will have tried,” said Mrs. Brenton warmly.

”Oh!” said Caroline, ”he must have so many things to think about just now. I expect he has forgotten all about me.”

On Christmas Eve Mrs. Brenton handed over the completion of the decorations to Caroline. People were arriving all day.

Towards the afternoon Betty fell into a state of great consternation.

They had run out of gold and silver paper, and there were any amount of other little things that had been forgotten.

Caroline rose to the occasion.

”Look here, sweetheart, I'll tell you what I will do. I will ask Mrs.

Brenton if I may go and get everything for you.”

”You will be gone ages, and ages, and ages, and I want it now,” said Betty, who was like her mother in more than one thing. She pleaded to be allowed to go into the town, too, but the wind was much too cold.

Mrs. Brenton fell in quickly with the arrangement, only suggesting that Caroline should drive; but the walk did not frighten the girl.

Indeed, a sense of gladness radiated her as she progressed briskly along the muddy road, and yet perhaps it was inevitable that as she found herself alone, away from the warmth and the cosy atmosphere of the busy household, she should drift into comparisons; that she should awaken to the significance of how really apart she was from these happy elements of home, and family, and festival.

Oddly enough, it was not for herself as she was this day that she felt pity, it was for herself as that little, lonely creature left to pick what suns.h.i.+ne she could out of the bleakest surroundings that her heart ached.

The very pleasantness of her present circ.u.mstances emphasized all she had missed.

Christmas. .h.i.therto had been to her synonymous only with the packing of boxes and the departure of all of her schoolmates. The last winter she had spent in that old schoolhouse had, it is true, been less lonely than most, for two other little children had been left to share her solitude, and she had made gallant efforts at gaiety. She smiled faintly now as she recalled all she had done, but she sighed too.

”Yet we were really and truly happy,” she said to herself. ”At any rate, it was a hundred times better than last Christmas. Shall I ever forget that dull, long, miserable, foggy day! It seemed as if it would never end. My food sent up as usual to my room, and not a soul to say a kind word! Well, it is a little bit different now!”

The wind swept across the open places. It was so strong and cold that it made her gasp for breath every now and then, but it stung the colour into her cheeks, and made her dark eyes light up into extraordinary beauty.