"Come now! She was a nice jolly little girl at home. She and I have had no end of larks together, and it is hard to blame her for fretting after her home, poor child--Aye! I know you never liked her, or she might have done better with you and Ada than turned in among a lot of imps."

"I"m thankful it was otherwise!"

"Now do, Jane, set your mind to it. Don"t be prejudiced, but make those sharp eyes of some use. I really feel bound to give Maurice an account of Dolly, and tell him what is best for her."

"I believe," said Jane, "that there is some counter-influence at work, and I am trying to find it out; but, after all, I believe patience is the only thing, and that Lily will conquer her if n.o.body meddles."

""Tis not Lily I am afraid of, but her children."

"Nonsense, Regie; one would think you had never been turned loose into school to be licked into shape."

"She is a girl, not a cub like me."

"A worse cub, for she has not your temper, sir, and, moreover, you had had the wholesome discipline of a large family. Besides, n.o.body teases but Wilfred. Gillian and Mysie behave like angels to the tiresome puss."

"Well, I"m bound to believe you, Jenny, but I don"t like the looks of it."

Aunt Jane"s mysterious parcel was greeted rapturously, and conveyed into the dining-room, which had a semi-circular end, filled with gla.s.s, and capable of being shut off with heavy curtains when the season made snugness desirable. This bay had been set apart from the first for her operations, the tree, whose second season it was, having been taken up and already erected in the centre of the room, not much the worse for last year"s excursion, for, if rather stunted, that was all the better.

No one was excluded from the decoration thereof, since that was the best part of the sport to those too old for the mystery--and yet young enough to fasten sconces where their candles would infallibly set fire to the twigs above them. The only defaulters were Jasper, who had preferred going down to the meadows with his gun; and Dolores, who had retired to the drawing-room with a book, on having a paper star removed from immediate risk of conflagration. "They were determined not to let her help," she said.

So she only emerged when the workers halted for a merry, hurried meal in the schoolroom, where Jasper appeared, very late, very cross at having had to make himself fit to be seen, and, likewise, at having brought home no spoil, the snipes having been so malicious as to escape him.

Having sallied forth before the post came in, it was only now that it broke on him that visitors were expected, and he did not like it at all.

"I thought we had got rid of all the enemy!" he growled, at his end of the table.

"That"s what he calls Constance." thought Dolores.

"Polite," observed Gillian.

"This will be worse still, being lord and ladies grumbled on Jasper, "I hate swells."

"Oh! but these aren"t like horrid, common, fine lords and ladies," cried Mysie; "why, you know all mamma"s old stories about the fun they had with cousin Rotherwood.

"What"s the good of that! That"s a hundred years ago. He"ll just make mamma and Uncle Regie of no good at all! And then there"s a girl too--"

(in a tone of inconceivable disgust) "I don"t want strange girls--an awful stuck-up swell of a Londoner, not able to do anything! I wish I had gone to spend Christmas with Bruce! I would if I had known it was to be like this."

The speech brought Mysie to the verge of tears. Aunt Jane"s sharp ears heard it, and she looked at the head of the table, expecting to hear a rebuke; but Lady Merrifield turned a deaf ear on that side. Only after the meal, she called her son, "Jasper," she said, "I want to send a note to Redford, if you like to ride over with it. You need not come home till eight o"clock, if it is moonlight, it the boys are disengaged, and if you do really wish to keep out of the way."

Jasper"s eyes fell under hers.

"Mamma, I don"t want that."

"Only you said more than you meant, j.a.ps. If it relieves your mind, it hurts other people. But I do want the note taken, so go and come back in time for the sports; which I don"t think you will find much damaged."

Meantime, Aunt Jane had ensconced herself behind the curtains; where she admitted no one but Miss Vincent and Uncle Reginald, and in process of time, mamma and Macrae. The others were still fully employed in garnishing the tree, though it was only to bear lights, ornaments and sweets. All solid articles had been for some time past committed to a huge box, or ottoman, the veteran companion of the family travels, which stood in the centre of the bay. Into its capacious interior everybody had been dropping parcels of various sizes and shapes, with addresses in all sorts of hands, which were to find their destination on this great evening. This was part of the mystery that kept Mysie and Valetta in one continual dance and caper. It was all they could do not to peep between the curtains when the privileged mortals went in and out, bearing all sorts of mysterious loads well covered up from all eyes. Wilfred did make one attempt, but something extraordinary snapped at his nose, with a sharp crack, and drove him back with a start.

A lamp had been taken thither, and there really was nothing more to do to the tree, the sc.r.a.ps of packing had been picked up, and the hands, tingling from fir-needle p.r.i.c.ks, had been washed, though not without protest from Valetta that it wasn"t worth while, and from Wilfred that it was all along of these horrid swells--!

The sound of wheels summoned Lady Merrifield and her brother from the place of mystery, and they were in the hall when a fresh gust of keen air came in from the door, an ulstered figure hurried in, and something small and furred was put into the lady"s embrace.

"Here"s my Fly, Lily--! Look, Fly, here they all are--all the cousins.

Off with the hat. Let us see your funny little face."

It was a funny little smiling face, set in short, light, wavy hair, not exactly pretty, but with a bright, quaint, confiding look, as if used to be shown off by her father, and ready to make friends on the spot. "And how is your boy?" as the round of greetings was completed, and the wraps thrown off.

"Going on capitally, better than he deserves, the young scamp, for suppressing all symptoms for fear he should be hindered from coming home. His mother was in a proper fright, she showed him to the doctor on the way, who told her to put him to bed at once, and send his sister out of the house. She never set eyes on him, or I would not have brought her here."

"I am exceedingly glad you have," said Lady Merrifield, bending for another kiss.

"And Lily, I"ve done another awful thing. Victoria kept old nurse to help with Ivinghoe, and we brought the Swiss bonne, Louise, away with us, but the poor thing found her sister very ill in London, and I hadn"t the heart to bring her away, so Phyllis said she would do for herself, if your maid, or some of them, would have an eye to her."

"There! I"m doubly glad, Rotherwood! If I had any fears it was not of you, or Phyllis; but that like Vich Ian Vhor, she should have her tail on. And, oh! Rotherwood, do you know what you are in for?"

"High jinks of some sort, I"ve no doubt. We picked up a couple of boxes at Gunter"s and Miller"s with a view thereto. Who is master of the revels?"

"Jane. She"s too deep in preparations to come forth at present. Gillian, will you take Phyllis to the nursery, and take care of her. We are to have a very high tea at half-past six; but, Rotherwood, I promise that another day you shall have a respectable dinner in this house."

"Return to the prose of life, eh, Lily? Well, Fly, what do you think of it?"

"Oh, daddy, aren"t you glad we came?" she cried, dancing off, in Gillian"s wake, arm-in-arm with Mysie and Valetta, while he called after her, "Find the boxes, and make them over to the right quarter."

This was enough to make the whole bevy of children rush away, and only the three elders remained. Lord Rotherwood said, "This is short notice.

Lily; but I did not know Reginald was here, and I thought you might want help. Don"t be frightened, only a queer thing has happened. I went to W."s bank yesterday. I thought they looked at me as if something was up, and by-and-by one of the partners came and took me into his private room. There he showed me a cheque, and asked my opinion whether the writing was Maurice"s. And I should say it decidedly was, but it was actually for seventy pounds, payable to order of Miss Dolores M. Mohun."

"Seventy!"

"Yes, and dated the 19th of August."

"Just before Maurice went."

There was a sudden silence, for the door opened; but it was to admit Miss Mohun, who began, "Oh! Rotherwood, you are too munificent. Why, what"s the matter?" Lady Merrifield hastily explained, as far as she yet understood, what had brought him.

"How did they get the cheque?" she asked.

"Sent up from the country bank where it had been cashed--Darminster."

"Ah!" came from both the aunts.

Lord Rotherwood went on. "They asked me who Miss Dolores Mohun was, and I could do no otherwise than tell them, and likewise where to find her, but I explained that she is a mere child; and I told them I would come down here, so I hope you will have as little annoyance as possible."

"It is very good of you, Rotherwood, but I can"t understand it at all.

Was her name on the back?"

"Certainly; I told them I thought the whole thing must be a well got up forgery, and a confidential clerk was to go down today to Darminster to try to find out who gave it in there."

"Darminster! Flinders!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Miss Mohun.

"Regie," exclaimed Lady Merrifield; "what did you say about having seen some one like Dolores at Darminster station?"