"But is he in earnest, aunt?"

"Oh yes, most entirely, and I quite see that he is right--indeed I do, Gillian. People pretend to defer to a lady, but they really don"t like her poking her nose in, and, after all, I could have no right to say anything. My only excuse for going was to take care of Fergus."

A further token of Lord Rotherwood"s earnestness in the cause was the arrival of his servant, who was to bring down the large stone which Master Merrifield had moved, and who conveyed it in a cab, being much too grand to carry it through the streets.

Gillian was very unhappy and restless, unable to settle to anything, and linking cause and effect together disconsolately in a manner Mysie, whom she admitted to her confidence, failed to understand.

"It was a great pity Fergus did not show Alexis where the stone came from, but I don"t see what your not giving him his lessons had to do with it. Made him unhappy? Oh! Gilly dear, you don"t mean any one would be too unhappy to mind his business for such nonsense as that! I am sure none of us would be so stupid if Mr. Pollock forgot our Greek lessons."

"Certainly not," said Gillian, almost laughing; "but you don"t understand, Mysie. It was the taking him up and letting him down, and I could not explain it, and it looked so nasty and capricious."

"Well, I suppose you ought to have asked Aunt Jane"s leave; but I do think he must be a ridiculous young man if he could not attend to his proper work because you did not go after him when you were only just come home."

"Ah, Mysie, you don"t understand!"

Mysie opened a round pair of brown eyes, and said, "Oh! I did think people were never so silly out of poetry. There was Wilfrid in Hokeby, to be sure. He was stupid enough about Matilda; but do you mean that he is like that!"

"Don"t, don"t, you dreadful child; I wish I had never spoken to you,"

cried Gillian, overwhelmed with confusion. "You must never say a word to any living creature."

"I am sure I shan"t," said Mysie composedly; "for, as far as I can see, it is all stuff. This Alexis never found out what Fergus was about with the stone, and so the mark was gone, and Cousin Rotherwood trod on it, and the poor little boy was killed; but as to the rest, Nurse Halfpenny would say it was all conceited maggots; and how you can make so much more fuss about that than about the poor child being crushed, I can"t make out."

"But if I think it all my fault?"

"That"s maggots," returned Mysie with uncompromising common-sense. "You aren"t old enough, nor pretty enough, for any of that kind of stuff, Gill!"

And Gillian found that either she must go without comprehension, or have a great deal more implied, if she turned for sympathy to any one save Aunt Jane, who seemed to know exactly how the land lay.

CHAPTER XVI. -- VANISHED

It seemed to be a very long time before the inquest was over, and Aunt Jane had almost yielded to her niece"s impatience and her own, and consented to walk down to meet the intelligence, when Fergus came tearing in, "I"ve seen the rock, and there is a flaw of crystallisation in it! And the coroner-man called me an incipient geologist."

"But the verdict?"

"They said it was accidental death, and something about more care being taken and valuable lives endangered."

"And Alexis White--"

"Oh! there was a great bother about his not being there. They said it looked very bad; but they could not find him."

"Not find him! Oh! Where is Cousin Rotherwood?"

"He is coming home, and he said I might run on, and tell you that if you had time to come in to the hotel he would tell you about it."

With which invitation Miss Mohun hastened to comply; Gillian was ardent to come too, and it seemed cruel to prevent her; but, besides that Jane thought that her cousin might be tired enough to make his wife wish him to see as few people as possible, she was not sure that Gillian might not show suspicious agitation, and speech and action would not be free in her presence. So the poor girl was left to extract what she could from her little brother, which did not amount to much.

It was a propitious moment, for Jane met Lord Rotherwood at the door of the hotel, parting with Mr. White; she entered with him, and his wife, after satisfying herself that he was not the worse for his exertions, was not sorry that he should have his cousin to keep him quiet in his easy-chair while she went off to answer a pile of letters which had just been forwarded from home.

"Well, Jenny," he said, "I am afraid your protege does not come out of it very well; that is, if he is your protege. He must be an uncommonly foolish young man."

"I reserve myself on that point. But is it true that he never appeared?"

"Quite true."

"Didn"t they send for him?"

"Yes; but he could not be found, either at the works or at home.

However, the first might be so far accounted for, since he met at his desk a notice of dismissal from White and Stebbing."

"No! Really. Concocted at that unlucky dinner yesterday! But, of course, it was not immediate."

"Of course not, and perhaps something might have been done for him; but a man who disappears condemns himself."

"But what for? I hope Fergus explained that the stone was not near the spot when he showed it."

"Yes; Fergus spoke up like a little man, and got more credit than he deserved. If they had known that of all varieties of boys the scientific is the worst imp of mischief! It all went in order due--surgeon explained injuries to poor little being--men how the stone came down and they dug him out--poor little baby-sister made out her sad little story. That was the worst part of all. Something must be done for that child--orphanage or something--only unluckily there"s the father and mother. Poor father! he is the one to be pitied. I mean to get at him without the woman. Well, then came my turn, and how I am afflicted with the habit of going where I ought not, and, only by a wonderful mercy, was saved from being part of the general average below. Then we got to the inquiry, Were not dangerous places railed off? Yes, Stebbing explained that it was the rule of the firm to have the rocks regularly inspected once a month, and once a fortnight in winter and spring, when the danger is greater. If they were ticklish, the place was marked at the moment with big stones, reported, and railed off. An old foreman-sort of fellow swore to having detected the danger, and put stones. He had reported it. To whom? To Mr. Frank. Yes, he thought it was Mr. Frank, just before he went away. It was this fellow"s business to report it and send the order, it seems, and in his absence Alexander White, or whatever they call him, took his work. Well, the old man doesn"t seem to know whether he mentioned the thing to young White or not, which made his absence more unlucky; but, anyway, the presence of the stones was supposed to be a sufficient indication of the need of the rail, or to any pa.s.senger to avoid the place. In fact, if Master White had been energetic, he would have seen to the thing. I fancy that is the long and short of it. But when the question came how the stones came to be removed, I put Fergus forward. The foreman luckily could identify his stone by the precious crack of spar; and the boy explained how he had lugged it down, and showed it to his friend far away from its place--had, in fact, turned over and displaced all the lot."

"Depend upon it, Alexis has gone out of the way to avoid accusing Fergus!"

"Don"t make me start, it hurts; but do you really believe that, Jane--you, the common-sense female of the family?"

"Indeed I do, he is a romantic, sensitive sort of fellow, who would not defend himself at the boy"s expense."

"Whew! He might have stood still and let Fergus defend him, then, instead of giving up his own cause."

"And how did it end?"

"Accidental death, of course; couldn"t be otherwise; but censure on the delay and neglect of precaution, which the common opinion of the Court naturally concentrated on the absent; though, no doubt, the first omission was young Stebbing"s; but owing to the hurry of his start for Italy, that was easily excused. And even granting that Fergus did the last bit of mischief, your friend may be romantically generous, if you please; but he must have been very slack in his work."

"Poor fellow--yes. Now before I tell you what I know about him, I should like to hear how Mr. Stebbing represents him. You know his father was a lieutenant in the Royal Wardours."

"Risen from the ranks, a runaway cousin of White"s. Yes, and there"s a son in a lawyer"s office always writing to White for money."

"Oh! I never had much notion of that eldest--"

"They have no particular claim on White; but when the father died he wrote to Stebbing to give those that were old enough occupation at the works, and see that the young ones got educated."

"So he lets the little boys go to the National School, though there"s no great harm in that as yet."

"He meant to come and see after them himself, and find out what they are made of. But meantime this youth, who did well at first, is always running after music and nonsense of all kinds, thinking himself above his business, neglecting right and left; while as to the sister, she is said to be very clever at designing--both ways in fact--so determined to draw young Stebbing in, that, having got proof of it at last, they have dismissed her too. And, Jane, I hardly like to tell you, but somehow they mix Gillian up in the business. They ate it up again when I cut them short by saying she was my cousin, her mother and you like my sisters. I am certain it is all nonsense, but had you any notion of any such thing? It is insulting you, though, to suppose you had not," he added, as he saw her air of acquiescence; "so, of course, it is all right."

"It is not all right, but not so wrong as all that. Oh no! and I know all about it from poor Gill herself and the girl. Happily they are both too good girls to need prying. Well, the case is this. There was a quarrel about a love story between the two original Whites, who must both have had a good deal of stuff in them. d.i.c.k ran away, enlisted, rose, and was respected by Jasper, etc., but was married to a Greco-Hibernian wife, traditionally very beautiful, poor woman, though rather the reverse at present. Lily and her girls did their best for the young people with good effect on the eldest girl, who really in looks and ways is worthy of her Muse"s name, Kalliope. Father had to retire with rank of captain, and died shortly after. Letters failed to reach the Merrifields, who were on the move. This Quarry cousin was written to, and gave the help he described to you. Perhaps it was just, but it disappointed them, and while the father lived, Alexis had been encouraged to look to getting to the University and Holy Orders. He has a good voice, and the young curate at the Kennel patronised him, perhaps a little capriciously, but I am not quite sure. All this was unknown to me till the Merrifield children came, and Gillian, discovering these Whites, flew upon them in the true enthusiastic Lily-fashion, added to the independence of the modern maiden mistrustful of old cats of aunts.

Like a little goose, she held trystes with Kalliope, through the rails at the top of the garden on Sunday afternoons."