All were anxious to hear the result of Maura"s walk, and Gillian set out in the morning on a voyage of discovery with a gla.s.s of jelly for Mrs.

White; but all she could learn was that the great man had been very kind to Maura, though he had not come in, at which Gillian was indignant.

"Men are often shy of going near sickness and sorrow," said her aunt Ada. "You did not hear what they talked about?"

"No; Maura was at school, and Kally is a bad person to pump."

"I should like to pump Mr. White," was Aunt Jane"s comment.

"If I could meet him again," said Aunt Ada, "I feel sure he would tell me."

Her sister laughed a little, so well did she know that little half-conscious, half-gratified tone of a.s.sumption of power over the other s.e.x; but Miss Adeline proved to be right. Nay, Mr. White actually called in the raw cold afternoon, which kept her in when every one else was out. He came for the sake of telling her that he was much pleased with the little girl--a pretty creature, and simple and true, he really believed. Quite artlessly, in answer to his inquiries, she had betrayed that her eldest brother never helped them. "Oh no! Mamma was always getting all the money she could to send to him, because he must keep up appearances at his office at Leeds, and live like a gentleman, and it did not signify about Kalliope and Alexis doing common work."

"That"s one matter cleared up," rejoiced Jane. "It won"t be brought up against them now."

"And then it seems he asked the child about her sister"s lovers."

"Oh!"

"It was for a purpose. Don"t be old maidish, Jenny!"

"Well, he isn"t a gentleman."

"Now, Jane, I"m sure--"

"Never mind. I want to hear; only I should have thought you would have been the first to cry out."

"Little Maura seems to have risen to the occasion, and made a full explanation as far as she knew--and that was more than the child ought to have known, by the bye--of how Mr. Frank was always after Kally, and how she could not bear him, and gave up the Sunday walk to avoid him, and how he had tried to get her to marry him, and go to Italy with him; but she would not hear of it."

"Just the thing the little chatterbox would be proud of, but it is no harm that "Mon oncle des iles Philippines" should know."

""I see his little game" was what Mr. White said," repeated Adeline.

""The young dog expected to come over me with this pretty young wife--my relation, too; but he would have found himself out in his reckoning.""

"So far so good; but it is not fair."

"However, the ice is broken. What"s that? Is the house coming down?"

No; but Gillian and Valetta came rushing in, almost tumbling over one another, and each waving a sheet of a letter. Papa and mamma would land in three days" time if all went well; but the pity was that they must go to London before coming to Rockquay, since Sir Jasper must present himself to the military and medical authorities, and likewise see his mother, who was in a very failing state.

The children looked and felt as if the meeting were deferred for years; but Miss Mohun, remembering the condition of "Il Lido," alike as to the presence of workmen and absence of servants, felt relieved at the respite, proceeded to send a telegram to Macrae, and became busier than ever before in her life.

The Rotherwoods were just going to London. The Marquis was wanted for a division, and though both he and Dr. Dagger declared his collar-bone quite repaired, his wife could not be satisfied without hearing for herself a verdict to the same effect from the higher authorities, being pretty sure that whatever their report might be, his abstract would be "All right. Never mind."

Fly had gained so much in flesh and strength, and was so much more like her real self, that she was to remain at the hotel with Miss Elbury, the rooms being kept for her parents till Easter. Mysie was, however, to go with them to satisfy her mother, "with a first mouthful of children,"

said Lord Rotherwood. "Gillian had better come too; and we will write to the Merrifields to come to us, unless they are bound to the old lady."

This, however, was unlikely, as she was very infirm, and her small house was pretty well filled by her attendants. Lady Rotherwood seconded the invitation like a good wife, and Gillian was grateful. Such a forestalling was well worth even the being the Marchioness"s guest, and being treated with careful politeness and supervision as a girl of the period, always ready to break out. However, she would have Mysie, and she tried to believe Aunt Jane, who told her that she had conjured up a spectre of the awful dame. There was a melancholy parting on the side of poor little Lady Phyllis. "What shall I do without you, Mysie dear?"

"It is only for a few days."

"Yes; but then you will be in a different house, all down in the town--it will be only visiting--not like sisters."

"Sisters are quite a different thing," said Mysie stoutly; "but we can be the next thing to it in our hearts."

"It is not equal," said Fly. "You don"t make a sister of me, and I do of you."

"Because you know no better! Poor Fly, I do wish I could give you a sister of your own."

"Do you know, Mysie, I think--I"m quite sure, that daddy is going to ask your father and mother to give you to us, out and out."

"Oh! I"m sure they won"t do that," cried Mysie in consternation. "Mamma never would!"

"And wouldn"t you? Don"t you like me as well as Gill and Val?"

"I _like_ you better. Stop, don"t, Fly; you are what people call more of a companion to me--my friend; but friends aren"t the same as sisters, are they? They may be more, or they may be less, but it is not the same kind. And then it is not only you, there are papa and mamma and all my brothers."

"But you _do_ love daddy, and you have not seen yours for four years, and Aunt Florence and all the cousins at Beechcroft say they were quite afraid of him."

"Because he is so--Oh! I don"t know how to say it, but he is just like Epaminondas, or King Arthur, or Robert Bruce, or--"

"Well, that"s enough" said Fly; "I am sure my daddy would laugh if you said he was like all those."

"To be sure he would!" said Mysie. "And do you think I would give mine for him, though yours is so kind and good and such fun?"

"And I"m sure I"d rather have him than yours," said Fly.

"Well, that"s right. It would be wicked not to like one"s own father and mother best."

"But if they thought it would be good for you to have all my governesses and advantages, and they took pity on my loneliness. What then?"

"Then? Oh! I"d try to bear it," said unworldly and uncomplimentary Mysie. "And you need not be lonely now. There"s Val!"

The two governesses had made friends, and the embargo on intercourse with Valetta had been allowed to drop; but Fly only shook her head, and allowed that Val was better than nothing."

Mysie had a certain confidence that mamma would not give her away if all the lords and ladies in the world wanted her; and Gillian confirmed her in that belief, so that no misgiving interfered with her joy at finding herself in the train, where Lord Rotherwood declared that the two pair of eyes shone enough to light a candle by.

"I feel," said Mysie, jumping up and down in her seat, "like the man who said he had a bird in his bosom."

"Or a bee in his bonnet, eh?" said Lord Rotherwood, while Mysie obeyed a sign from my lady to moderate the restlessness of her ecstasies.

"It really was a bird in his bosom," said Gillian gravely, "only he said so when he was dying in battle, and he meant his faith to his king."

"And little Mysie has kept her faith to her mother," said their cousin, putting out his hand to turn the happy face towards him. "So the bird may well sing to her."

"In spite of parting with Phyllis?" asked Lady Rotherwood.

"I can"t help it, _indeed_," said Mysie, divided between her politeness and her dread of being given away; "it has been very nice, but one"s own, own papa and mamma must be more than any one."