Part 58 (1/2)

”Yes, yes, of course,” said Vine pettishly; ”but the man is so insolently overbearing. Really, my dear, if he has been in the habit of behaving to Harry as he has conducted himself towards us, I do not wonder at the poor boy's intense dislike to the office routine.”

”It is not fair to judge him now,” said Louise.

”No, my dear, I suppose not; but it is very painful, when I feel as if you and I have quite a right in that poor fellow's bedroom, to be literally expelled, Madelaine siding with the doctor, and poor Mrs Van Heldre really utterly broken down.”

”We should only make matters more painful by interfering. Let us go and ask how Mr Van Heldre is about ten, and I will get Madelaine to let me sit up with her and help.”

”No,” said Vine, rising and pacing the room, ”I shall not sit down quietly. I feel that it is my duty to insist upon being there. I shall go up at once.”

”Wait till I put on my things, dear.”

”No; I shall only go for an hour now, and I will come back and fetch you later on.”

”But, papa, dear!”

”There, there, there! don't be alarmed, I shall not get out of temper with Crampton now. That will keep.”

”Then you will go--now?”

”Yes,” he said decidedly; ”I cannot sit here.”

”But you hardly tasted your dinner. Let me get you some tea first.”

”My dear child, I can touch nothing; and pray don't oppose me. I am in such a state of nervous irritation that if you do I am sure I shall say something unkind, and then I shall be more upset than I am now.”

”I am not afraid,” said Louise, hanging on his shoulder for a few moments, and then kissing his wrinkled, careworn brow.

”Thank you, my darling, thank you. You will not mind being left? Harry ought to be here.”

”Oh, no, dear; but you will come back soon and tell me all. Harry will be here before then.”

”Of course, my dear, of course.”

”And you will give my dear love to Madelaine,” Louise cried, as her father moved away from the door.

He nodded, and with bended head went off down the path, while, after watching till he had disappeared, Louise stood gazing out to sea, as the evening began to close in, and a soft, melancholy breeze came whispering among the trees.

She could not tell why it was, but everything seemed to wear a different aspect, and a profound sense of dejection came upon her, which brought the tears to her eyes.

Where could Harry be? It was hours since she had seen him, and as she felt how much she required help and counsel at that time, her thoughts strayed to Duncan Leslie, and she looked across an intervening depression to the steep cliff path, which led up past Uncle Luke's den to the Mine House, where a faint light twinkled, and away beyond, like a giant finger pointing upward, the great chimney shaft towered.

She stood gazing at that faint light for some minutes, with her eyes growing dim, and the troubled feelings which had often a.s.sailed her in secret increasing till, with checks burning and an angry e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n, she turned into the house, where she fetched her work from the study, and was soon after seated by the window trying to sew. At the end of a few minutes she rose and rang for the lamp, which was brought in by the cook.

”Where's Liza?” said Louise.

”Gone down into the town, ma'am,” said the cook, looking at her uneasily.

”What for? She did not ask leave.”

”She said she would not be long, ma'am,” said the woman evasively.