"I would have come to life again in time to enjoy the "coup de theatre".

I had some thoughts of trying an overdose of opium; but I thought Dr.

Mayerne would have found me out. I tell you, because it is fair I should have the credit; for, Guy, if you knew what she was to me all the winter, you would perceive my superhuman generosity in not receiving you as my greatest enemy."

"I shall soon cease to be surprised at any superhuman generosity," said Guy. "But how thin you are, Charlie; you are a very feather to carry; I had no notion it had been such a severe business."

"Most uncommon!" said Charles, shaking his head, with a mock solemnity.

"It was the worst of all," said Mrs. Edmonstone, "six weeks of constant pain."

"How very sorry Philip must have been!" exclaimed Guy.

"Philip?" said Charlotte.

"Why, was it not owing to him? Surely, your father told me so. Did not he let you fall on the stairs?"

"My dear father!" exclaimed Charles, laughing; "every disaster that happens for the next twelvemonth will be imputed to Philip."

"How was it, then?" said Guy.

"The fact was this," said Charles; "it was in the thick of the persecution of you, and I was obliged to let Philip drag me upstairs, because I was in a hurry. He took the opportunity of giving me some impertinent advice which I could not stand. I let go his arm, forgetting what a dependent mortal I am, and down I should a.s.suredly have gone, if he had not caught me, and carried me off, as a fox does a goose, so it was his fault, as one may say, in a moral, though not in a physical sense."

"Then," said his mother, "you do think your illness was owing to that accident?"

"I suppose the damage was brewing, and that the shake brought it into an active state. There"s a medical opinion for you!"

"Well, I never knew what you thought of it before," said Mrs.

Edmonstone.

"Why, when I had a condor to pick on Guy"s account with Philip, I was not going to pick a crow on my own," said Charles. "Oh! is luncheon ready; and you all going? I never see anybody now. I want the story of the shipwreck, though, of course, Ben What"s-his-name was the hero, and Sir Guy Morville not a bit of it."

Laura wanted to walk to East Hill, and the other young people agreed to go thither, too.

"It will be nice to go to church there to-day" said Amy, in a half-whisper, heard only by Guy, and answered by a look that showed how well he understood and sympathized.

"Another thing," said Amy, colouring a good deal; "shall you mind my telling Mary? I behaved so oddly last night, and she was so kind to me that I think I ought."

Mary had seen enough last night to be very curious to-day, though hardly expecting her curiosity to be gratified. However, as she was putting on her bonnet for church, she looked out of her window, and saw the four coming across the fields from Hollywell. Guy and Amy did not walk into the village arm-in-arm; but, as they came under the church porch, Guy, unseen by all held out his hand, sought hers, and, for one moment, pressed it fervently. Amy knew he felt this like their betrothal.

After the service, they stood talking with Mr. Ross and Mary, for some little time. Amy held apart, and Mary saw how it was. As they were about to turn homewards, Amy said quickly, "Come and walk a little way home with me."

She went on with Mary before the rest, and when out of sight of them all, said, "Mary!" and then stopped short.

"I guess something, Amy," said Mary.

"Don"t tell any one but Mr. Ross."

"Then I have guessed right. My dear little Amy, I am very glad! So that was the reason you flew out of the room last evening, and looked so bright and glowing!"

"It was so good of you to ask no questions!"

"I don"t think I need ask any now, Amy; for I see in your face how right and happy it all is."

"I can"t tell you all, Mary, but I must one thing,--that the whole terrible story arose from his helping a person in distress. I like you to know that."

"Papa was always sure that he had not been to blame," said Mary.

"Yes; so Charlie told me, and that is the reason I wanted you to know."

"Then, Amy, something of this had begun last summer?"

"Yes; but not as it is now. I did not half know what it was then."

"Poor dear little Amy," said Mary; "what a very sad winter it must have been for you!"

"Oh, very!" said Amy; "but it was worse for him, because he was quite alone; and here every one was so kind to me. Mamma and Laura, and poor Charlie, through all his illness and pain, he was so very kind. And do you know, Mary, now it is all over, I am very glad of this dismal time; for I think that it has taught me how to bear things better."

She looked very happy. Yet it struck Mary that it was strange to hear that the first thought of a newly-betrothed maiden was how to brace herself in endurance. She wondered, however, whether it was not a more truly happy and safe frame than that of most girls, looking forward to a life of unclouded happiness, such as could never be realized. At least, so it struck Mary, though she owned to herself that her experience of lovers was limited.

Mary walked with Amy almost to the borders of Hollywell garden; and when the rest came up with them, though no word pa.s.sed, there was a great deal of congratulation in her warm shake of Guy"s hand, and no lack of reply in his proud smile and reddening cheek. Charlotte could not help turning and going back with her a little way, to say, "Are not you delighted, Mary? Is not Amy the dearest thing in the world? And you don"t know, for it is a secret, and I know it, how very n.o.ble Guy has been, while they would suspect him."

"I am very, very glad, indeed! It is everything delightful."

"I never was so happy in my life," said Charlotte; "nor Charlie, either.

Only think of having Guy for our brother; and he is going to send for Bustle to-morrow."

Mary laughed, and parted with Charlotte, speculating on the cause of Laura"s graver looks. Were they caused by the fear of losing her sister, or by a want of confidence in Guy?

That evening, how happy was the party at Hollywell, when Charles put Guy through a cross-examination on the shipwreck, from the first puff of wind to the last drop of rain; and Guy submitted very patiently, since he was allowed the solace of praising his Redclyffe fishermen.

Indeed, this time was full of tranquil, serene happiness. It was like the lovely weather only to be met with in the spring, and then but rarely, when the sky is cloudless, and intensely blue,--the sunshine one glow of clearness without burning,--not a breath of wind checks the silent growth of the expanding buds of light exquisite green. Such days as these shone on Guy and Amabel, looking little to the future, or if they did so at all, with a grave, peaceful awe, reposing in the present, and resuming old habits,--singing, reading, gardening, walking as of old, and that intercourse with each other that was so much more than ever before.

It was more, but it was not quite the same; for Guy was a very chivalrous lover; the polish and courtesy that sat so well on his frank, truthful manners, were even more remarkable in his courtship. His ways with Amy had less of easy familiarity than in the time of their brother-and-sister-like intimacy, so that a stranger might have imagined her wooed, not won. It was as if he hardly dared to believe that she could really be his own, and treated her with a sort of reverential love and gentleness, while she looked up to him with ever-increasing honour.

She was better able to understand him now than in her more childish days last summer; and she did not merely see, as before, that she was looking at the upper surface of a mystery. He had, at the same time, grown in character, his excitability and over-sensitiveness seemed to have been smoothed away, and to have given place to a calmness of tone, that was by no means impa.s.sibility.

When alone with Amy, he was generally very grave, often silent and meditative, or else their talk was deep and serious; and even with the family he was less merry and more thoughtful than of old, though very bright and animated, and showing full, free affection to them all, as entirely accepted and owned as one of them.

So, indeed, he was. Mr. Edmonstone, with his intense delight in lovers, patronized them, and made commonplace jokes, which they soon learnt to bear without much discomposure. Mrs. Edmonstone was all that her constant appellation of "mamma" betokened, delighting in Guy"s having learnt to call her so. Charles enjoyed the restoration of his friend, the sight of Amy"s happiness, and the victory over Philip, and was growing better every day. Charlotte was supremely happy, watching the first love affair ever conducted in her sight, and little less so in the return of Bustle, who resumed his old habits as regularly as if he had only left Hollywell yesterday.

Laura alone was unhappy. She did not understand her own feelings; but sad at heart she was; with only one who could sympathize with her, and he far away, and the current of feeling setting against him. She could not conceal her depression, and was obliged to allow it to be attributed to the grief that one sister must feel in parting with another; and as her compa.s.sion for her little Amy, coupled with her dread of her latent jealousy, made her particularly tender and affectionate, it gave even more probability to the supposition. This made Guy, who felt as if he was committing a robbery on them all, particularly kind to her, as if he wished to atone for the injury of taking away her sister; and his kindness gave her additional pain at entertaining such hard thoughts of him.

How false she felt when she was pitied! and how she hated the congratulations, of which she had the full share! She thought, however, that she should be able to rejoice when she had heard Philip"s opinion; and how delightful it would be for him to declare himself satisfied with Guy"s exculpation.

CHAPTER 27

I forgave thee all the blame, I could not forgive the praise.