Part 41 (1/2)

He does not intend that I should interfere, as is evident. And I am not certain that if he asked for my advice I should know what to say. I was very clear in my own mind that when he consulted me I should say, 'Follow your father's desire.' I am still clear that I would do so myself in such a case; but I am not asked for my opinion. I think he will renounce the inheritance, on reflection; if he does, I shall be truly glad that it was not at all by my advice, or to please me. But if he does not? Well, I shall not wish to make the thing out any worse than it is. I always thought that letter weak as a command, but strong as a warning. It would be, to say the least of it, a dutiful and filial action to respect that warning. A warning not to perpetuate some wrong, for instance; but what wrong? I saw a miniature of Daniel Mortimer the elder, smiling, handsome, and fair-haired. It not only reminded me strongly of my step-father, but of the whole race, John, Valentine, John's children, and all. Therefore, I am sure there need be 'no scandal about Queen Elizabeth' Mortimer, and its discovery on the part of her son.”

Meanwhile, Valentine, instead of driving straight back to Wigfield, stopped short at his sister Emily's new house, intending to tell her simply of the death of little Peter Melcombe, and notice how she took it. O that the letter had been left to him instead of to Giles! How difficult it was, moreover, to believe that Giles had possessed it so long, and yet that its contents were dead to every one else that breathed! If Giles had not shown him by his manner what he ought to do, he thought he might have felt better inclined to do it. Certain it is that being now alone, he thought of his fathers desire with more respect.

Emily had been settled about a month in her new house, and Miss Christie Grant was with her. There was a pretty drawing-room, with bow windows at the back of it. Emily had put there her Indian cabinets, and many other beautiful things brought from the east, besides decorating it with delicate ferns, and bulbs in flower. She was slightly inclined to be lavish so far as she could afford it; but her Scotch blood kept her just on the right side of prudence, and so gave more grace to her undoubted generosity.

This house, which had been chosen by Mrs. Henfrey, was less than a quarter of a mile from John Mortimer's, and was approached by the same sandy lane. In front, on the opposite side of this lane, the house was sheltered by a great cliff, crowned with fir trees, and enriched with wild plants and swallows' caves; and behind, at the end of her garden ran the same wide brook which made a boundary for John Mortimer's ground.

This circ.u.mstance was a great advantage to the little Mortimers, who with familiar friends.h.i.+p made themselves at once at home all over Mrs.

Nemily's premises, and forthwith set little boats and s.h.i.+ps afloat on the brook in the happy certainty that sooner or later they would come down to their rightful owners.

Valentine entered the drawing-room, and a glance as he stooped to kiss his sister served to a.s.sure him that she knew nothing of the great news.

She put her two hands upon his shoulders, and her sweet eyes looked into his. A slightly shamefaced expression struck her. ”Does the dear boy think he is in love again?” she thought; ”who is it, I wonder?” The look became almost sheepish; and she, rather surprised, said to him, ”Well, Val, you see the house is ready.”

”Yes,” he answered, looking round him with a sigh.

Emily felt that he might well look grave and sad; it was no common friend that he had lost. ”How is John?” she asked.

”Why, he was very dull; very dull indeed, when I left him this morning; and natural enough he should be.”

”Yes, most natural.”

Then he said, after a little more conversation on their recent loss, ”Emily, I came to tell you something very important--to me at least,”

here the shamefaced look came back. ”Oh, no,” he exclaimed, as a flash of amazement leaped out of her eyes; ”nothing of that sort.”

”I am glad to hear it,” she answered, not able to forbear smiling; ”but sit down then, you great, long-legged fellow, you put me out of conceit with this room; you make the ceiling look too low.”

”Oh, do I?” said Valentine, and he sat down in a comfortable chair, and thought he could have been very happy with Emily, and did not know how to begin to tell her.

”I must say I admire your taste, Emily,” he then said, looking about him, and s.h.i.+rking the great subject.

Emily was a little surprised at his holding off in this way, so she in her turn took the opportunity to say something fresh; something that she thought he might as well hear.

”And so John's dull, is he? Poor John! Do you know, Val, the last time I saw him he was very cross.”

”Indeed! why was he cross?”

”It was about a month ago. He laughed, but I know he was cross. St.

George and I went over at his breakfast-time to get the key of this house, which had been left with him; and, while I ran up-stairs to see the children, he told St. George how, drawing up his blind to shave that morning, he had seen you chasing Barbara and Miss Green (that little temporary governess of theirs) about the garden. Barbara threw some s...o...b..a.l.l.s at you, but you caught her and kissed her.”

”She is a kind of cousin,” Valentine murmured; ”besides, she is a mere child.”

”But she is a very tall child,” said Emily. ”She is within two inches as tall as I am. Miss Green is certainly no child.”

Valentine did not wish to enter on that side of the question. ”I'm sure I don't know how one can find out when to leave off kissing one's cousins,” he observed.

”Oh! I can give you an easy rule for that,” said Emily; ”leave off the moment you begin to care to do it: they will probably help you by beginning, just about the same time, to think they have bestowed kisses enough.”

”It all arose out of my kindness,” said Valentine. ”John had already begun to be anxious about the dear old man, so I went over that morning before breakfast, and sent him up a message. His father was decidedly better; and as he had to take a journey that day, I thought he should know it as soon as possible. But Emily----”