yourself?"
"You suppose?" he burst out, with sudden anger. "You might be
sure. The bare idea of
seeing him turns me cold. Oh, when shall I
forget! when shall I forget! Who spoke of him first?" he said,
with renewed irritability, after a moment of silence. "You or I?"
"It was my fault, love--he is so
harmless and so gentle, and he
has such a sweet face--I thought it might
soothe you to see him.
Forgive me; we will never speak of him again. Have you any notes
for me to copy? You know, Lewis, I am your secretary now."
So she led Romayne away to his study and his books. When Major
Hynd arrived, she contrived to be the first to see him. "Say as
litt le as possible about the General's widow and her son," she
whispered.
The Major understood her. "Don't be
uneasy, Mrs. Romayne," he
answered. "I know your husband well enough to know what you mean.
Besides, the news I bring is good news."
Romayne came in before he could speak more particularly. When the
servants had left the room, after dinner, the Major made his
report.
"I am going to agreeably surprise you," he began. "All
responsibility toward the General's family is taken off our
hands. The ladies are on their way back to France."
Stella was
instantlyreminded of one of the
melancholy incidents
associated with her visit to Camp's Hill. "Madame Marillac spoke
of a brother of hers who disapproved of the marriage," she said.
"Has he
forgiven her?"
"That is exactly what he has done, Mrs. Romayne. Naturally
enough, he felt the
disgrace of his sister's marriage to such a
man as the General. Only the other day he heard for the first
time that she was a widow--and he at once
traveled to England. I
bade them good-by yesterday--most happily reunited--on their
journey home again. Ah, I thought you would be glad, Mrs.
Romayne, to hear that the poor widow's troubles are over. Her
brother is rich enough to place them all in easy
circumstances--he is as good a fellow as ever lived."
"Have you seen him?" Stella asked, eagerly.
"I have been with him to the
asylum."
"Does the boy go back to France?"
"No. We took the place by surprise, and saw for ourselves how
well conducted it was. The boy has taken a strong
liking to the
proprietor--a bright,
cheerful old man, who is teaching him some
of our English games, and has given him a pony to ride on. He
burst out crying, poor creature, at the idea of going away--and
his mother burst out crying at the idea of leaving him. It was a
melancholy scene You know what a good mother is--no sacrifice is
too great for her. The boy stays at the
asylum, on the chance
that his healthier and happier life there may help to cure him.
By-the-way, Romayne, his uncle desires me to thank you--"
"Hynd! you didn't tell the uncle my name?"
"Don't alarm yourself. He is a gentleman, and when I told him I
was pledged to
secrecy, he made but one inquiry--he asked if you
were a rich man. I told him you had eighteen thousand a year."
"Well?"
"Well, he set that matter right between us with perfect taste. He
said: 'I cannot
presume to offer repayment to a person so
wealthy. We
gratefully accept our
obligation to our kind unknown
friend. For the future, however, my nephew's expenses must be
paid from my purse.' Of course I could only agree to that. From
time to time the mother is to hear, and I am to hear, how the boy
goes on. Or, if you like, Romayne--now that the General's family
has left England--I don't see why the
proprietor might not make
his report directly to yourself."
"No!" Romayne rejoined,
positively. "Let things remain as they
are."
Very well. I can send you any letters that I may receive from the
asylum. Will you give us some music, Mrs. Romayne? Not to-night?
Then let us go to the billiard-room; and as I am the worst of bad
players, I will ask you to help me to beat your accomplished
husband."
On the afternoon of the next day, Mrs. Eyrecourt's maid arrived
at Ten Acres with a note from her mistress.
"Dearest Stella--Matilda must bring you my excuses for to-day. I
don't in the least understand it, but I seem to have turned lazy.