"Mr. White," said Lord Rotherwood, "did ever you hear of a poor girl beset by an importunate youth, but his family thought it was all her fault?"

"If Mr. White would see her," said Jane, "he would understand at a glance that the attraction is perfectly involuntary; and I know from other sources how persistently she has avoided young Stebbing; giving up Sunday walks to prevent meeting him, accepting nothing from him, always avoiding tete-a-tetes."

"Hum! But tell me this, madam," said Mr. White eagerly, "how is it that, if these young folks are so steady and diligent as you would make out, that eldest brother writes to me every few months for help to support them?"

"Oh!" Jane breathed out, then, rallying, "I know nothing about that eldest. Yes, I do though! His sister told my niece that all the rents of the three houses went to enable Richard to appear as he ought at the solicitor"s office at Leeds."

"There"s a screw loose somewhere plainly," said Lord Rotherwood.

"The question is, where it is," said Mr. White.

"And all I hope, said Jane, "is that Mr. White will judge for himself when he has seen Kalliope and made inquiries all round. I do not say anything for the mother, poor thing, except that she is exceedingly ill just now, but I do thoroughly believe in the daughter."

"And this runaway scamp, Miss Mohun?"

"I am afraid he is a runaway; but I am quite sure he is no scamp," said Jane.

"Only so clever as to be foolish, eh?" said the Marquis, rather provokingly.

"Exactly so," she answered; "and I am certain that if Mr. White will trust to his own eyes and his own inquiries, he will find that I am right."

She knew she ought to go, and Lord Rotherwood told her afterwards, "That was not an ill-aimed shaft, Jane. Stebbing got more than one snub over the survey. I see that White is getting the notion that there"s a system of hoodwinking going on, and of not letting him alone, and he is not the man to stand that."

"If he only would call on Kalliope!"

"I suspect he is afraid of being beguiled by such a fascinating young woman."

It was a grievous feature in the case to Gillian that she could really do nothing. Mrs. White was so ill that going to see Kalliope was of no use, and Maura was of an age to be made useful at home; and there were features in the affair that rendered it inexpedient for Gillian to speak of it except in the strictest confidence to Aunt Jane or Mysie. It was as if she had touched a great engine, and it was grinding and clashing away above her while she could do nothing to stay its course.

CHAPTER XVII. -- "THEY COME, THEY COME"

Dr. Dagger examined Mrs. White and p.r.o.nounced that there had been mortal disease of long standing, and that she had nearly, if not quite, reached the last stage. While people had thought her selfish, weak, and exacting, she must really have concealed severe suffering, foolishly perhaps, but with great fort.i.tude.

And from hearing this sentence, Kalliope had turned to find at last tidings of her brother in a letter written from Avoncester, the nearest garrison town. He told his sister that, heart-broken already at the result of what he knew to be his own presumption, and horrified at the fatal consequences of his unhappy neglect, he felt incapable of facing any of those whom he had once called his friends, and the letter of dismissal had removed all scruples. Had it not been for his faith and fear, he would have put an end to his life, but she need have no alarms on that score. He had rushed away, scarce knowing what he was doing, till he had found himself on the road to Avoncester and then had walked on thither and enlisted in the regiment quartered there, where he hoped to do his duty, having no other hope left in life!

Part of this letter Kalliope read to Miss Mohun, who had come down to hear the doctor"s verdict. It was no time to smile at the heart being broken by the return of a valentine, or all hope in life being over before twenty. Kalliope, who knew what the life of a private was, felt wretched over it, and her poor mother was in despair; but Miss Mohun tried to persuade her that it was by no means an unfortunate thing, since Alexis would be thus detained safely and within reach till Sir Jasper arrived to take up the matter, and Mr. White had been able to understand it.

"Yes; but he cannot come to my poor mother. And Richard will be so angry--think it such a degradation."

"He ought not. Your father--"

"Oh! but he will. And I must write to him. Mother has been asking for him."

"Tell me, my dear, has Richard ever helped you?"

"Oh no, poor fellow, he could not. He wants all we can send him, or we would have put the little boys to a better school."

"I would not write before it is absolutely necessary," said Miss Mohun. "A young man hanging about with nothing to do, even under these circ.u.mstances, might make things harder."

"Yes, I know," said Kalliope, with a trembling lip. "And if it was urgent, even Alexis might come. Indeed, I ought to be thankful that he is safe, after all my dreadful fears, and not far off."

Miss Mohun refrained from grieving the poor girl by blaming Alexis for the impetuous selfish folly that had so greatly added to the general distress of his family, and rendered it so much more difficult to plead his cause. In fact, she felt bound to stand up as his champion against all his enemies, though he was less easy of defence than his sister; and Mr. Flight, the first person she met afterwards, was excessively angry and disappointed, speaking of such a step as utter ruin.

"The lad was capable of so much better things," said he. "I had hoped so much of him, and had so many plans for him, that it is a grievous pity; but he had no patience, and now he has thrown himself away. I told him it was his first duty to maintain his mother, and if he had stuck to that, I would have done more for him as soon as he was old enough, and I could see what was to be done for the rest of them; but he grew unsettled and impatient, and this is the end of it!"

"Not the end, I hope," said Miss Mohun. "It is not exactly slavery without redemption."

"He does not deserve it."

"Who does? Besides, remember what his father was."

"His father must have been of the high-spirited, dare-devil sort. This lad was made for a scholar--for the priesthood, in fact, and the army will be more uncongenial than these marble works! Foolish fellow, he will soon have had enough of it, with his refinement, among such a.s.sociates."

Jane wondered that the young clergyman did not regret that he had sufficiently tried the youth"s patience to give the sense of neglect and oblivion. There had been many factors in the catastrophe, and this had certainly been one, since the loan of a few books, and an hour a week of direction of study, would have kept Alexis contented, and have obviated all the perilous intercourse with Gillian; but she scarcely did the Rev.

Augustine Flight injustice in thinking that in the aesthetic and the emotional side of religion he somewhat lost sight of the daily drudgery that works on character chiefly as a preventive. "He was at the bottom of it, little as he knows it," she said to herself as she walked up the hill. "How much harm is done by good beginnings of a skein left to tangle."

Lady Flight provided a trained nurse to help Kalliope, and sent hosts of delicacies; and plenty of abuse was bestowed on Mr. James White for his neglect. Meanwhile Mrs. White, though manifestly in a hopeless state, seemed likely to linger on for some weeks longer.

In the meantime, Miss Mohun at last found an available house, and was gratified by the young people"s murmur that "Il Lido" was too far off from Beechcroft. But then their mother would be glad to be so near St.

Andrew"s, for she belonged to the generation that loved and valued daily services.

Lord Rotherwood, perhaps owing to his exertions, felt the accident more than he had done at first, and had to be kept very quiet, which he averred to be best accomplished by having the children in to play with him; and as he always insisted on sending for Valetta to make up the party, the edict of separation fell to the ground, when Lady Rotherwood, having written his letters for him, went out for a drive, taking sometimes Miss Elbury, but more often Adeline Mohun, who flattered herself that her representations had done much to subdue prejudice and smooth matters.

"Which always were smooth," said Jane; "smooth and polished as a mahogany table, and as easy to get into."

However, she was quite content that Ada should be the preferred one, and perhaps no one less acute than herself would have felt that the treatment as intimates and as part of the family was part of the duty of a model wife. Both sisters were in request to enliven the captive, and Jane forebore to worry him with her own anxieties about the present disgrace of the Whites. Nothing could be done for Kalliope in her mother"s present state, Alexis must drink of his own brewst, and Sir Jasper and Lady Merrifield were past Brindisi! As to Mr. White, he seemed to be immersed in business, and made no sign of relenting; Jane had made one or two attempts to see him, but had not succeeded. Only one of her G.F.S. maidens, who was an enthusiastic admirer of Kalliope, and in perfect despair at her absence, mentioned that Mr. White had looked over all their work and had been immensely struck with Miss White"s designs, and especially with the table inlaid with autumn leaves, which had been set aside as expensive, unprofitable, and not according to the public taste, and not shown to him on his first visit to the works with Mr. Stebbing. There were rumours in the air that he was not contented with the state of things, and might remain for some time to set them on a different footing.

Miss Adeline had been driving with Lady Rotherwood, and on coming in with her for the afternoon cup of tea, found Mr. White conversing with Lord Rotherwood, evidently just finishing the subject--a reading-room or inst.i.tute of some sort for the men at the works.

"All these things are since my time," said Mr. White. "We were left pretty much to ourselves in those days."

"And what do you think? Should you have been much the better for them?"

asked the Marquis.

"Some of us would," was the answer.

"You would not have thought them a bore!"

"There were some who would, as plenty will now; but we were a rough set--we had not so much to start with as the lads, w.i.l.l.y nilly, have now. But I should have been glad of books, and diversion free from lawlessness might have prevented poor d.i.c.k"s sc.r.a.pes. By the bye, that daughter of his can do good work."

"Poor thing," said Miss Adeline, "she is a very good girl, and in great trouble. I was much pleased with her, and I think, she has behaved remarkably well under very trying circ.u.mstances."

"I observed that the young women in the mosaic department seemed to be much attached to her," said Mr. White.