One Maid's Mischief Part 14

"We are too old," he muttered softly, from time to time; and as he said those words there seemed to stand before him the tall, well-developed figure of a dark-eyed, beauteous woman, who was gazing at him softly from between her half-closed, heavily-fringed lids.

"We are too old," he said again; and then he went on dreaming of that day's drive, and Helen's gentle farewell--of the walks they had had in his garden--the flowers she had taken from his hand. Lastly, of his sister's words respecting disturbing influences, and then settling down to their own happy humdrum life once again.

"It is fate!" he said, at last--"fate. Can we bring back the past?"

He felt that he could not, even as his sister felt just then, as she knelt beside one of the chairs in her own sweet-scented room, and asked for strength, as she termed it, to fight against this temptation.

"No," she cried, at last; "I cannot--I will not! For Arthur's sake I will be firm."

VOLUME ONE, CHAPTER ELEVEN.

A DIFFICULTY SOLVED.

A week pa.s.sed, during which all had been very quiet at the Rectory, brother and sister meeting each other hour by hour in a kind of saddened calm. The Reverend Arthur was paler than usual, almost cadaverous, while there was a troubled, anxious look in little Miss Rosebury's eyes, and a sharpness in her voice that was not there on the day when Dr Bolter proposed.

No news had been heard of the young ladies at Miss Twettenham's; and Dr Bolter, to Miss Rosebury's sorrow, had not written to her brother.

But she bravely fought down her suffering, busying herself with more than usual zeal in home and parish; while the Reverend Arthur came back evening after evening faint, weary, and haggard, from some long botanical ramble.

The eighth day had arrived, and towards noon little Miss Rosebury was quietly seated by the open window with her work, fallen upon her knee, and a sad expression in her eyes as she gazed wistfully along the road, thinking, truth to tell, that Dr Bolter might perhaps come in to their early dinner.

Doctors were so seldom ill, or perhaps he might be lying suffering at some hotel.

The thought sent a pang through the little body, making her start, and seizing her needle, begin to work, when a warm flush came into her cheeks as she heard at one and the same time the noise of wheels, and a slow, heavy step upon the gravel.

The step she well knew, and for a few moments she did not look up; but when she did she uttered an exclamation.

"Tut--tut--tut!" she said. "If anyone saw poor Arthur now they would think him mad."

Certainly the long, gaunt figure of the Reverend Arthur Rosebury, in his soft, shapeless felt hat, and long, clinging, shabby black alpaca coat, was very suggestive of his being a kind of male Ophelia gone slightly distraught as the consequence of a disappointment in love.

For in the heat of a long walk the tie of his white cravat had gone round towards the nape of his neck, while his felt hat was decorated to the crown with b.u.t.terflies secured to it by pins. The band had wild flowers and herbs tucked in here and there. His umbrella--a very shabby, baggy gingham--was closed and stuffed with botanical treasures; and his vasculum, slung beneath one arm, was so gorged with herbs and flowers of the field that it would not close.

He was coming slowly down the path as wheels stopped at the gate just out of sight from the window, where little Miss Rosebury sat with her head once more bent down over her work; but she could hear a quick, well-known voice speaking to the driver of the station fly; then there was the click of the latch as the gate swung to, and the little lady's heart began to go pat, pat--pat, pat--much faster than the quick, decided step that she heard coming down the long gravel path.

Her hearing seemed to be abnormally quickened, and she listened to the wheels as the fly drove off, and then heard every word as the doctor's quick, decided voice saluted his old friend.

"Been horribly busy, Arthur," he cried; "but I'm down at last. Where's Mary?"

Hiding behind the curtain, for she had drawn back to place her hand upon her side to try and control the agitated beating of her foolish little heart.

"Oh, it is dreadful! How can I be so weak?" she cried angrily, as she made a brave effort to be calm--a calmness swept away by the entrance of the doctor, who rushed in boisterously to seize her hands, and before she could repel him, he had kissed her heartily.

"Eureka! my dear Mary! Eureka!" he cried. "I have it--I have it!"

"Henry--Dr Bolter!" she cried, with a decidedly dignified look in her pleasant face.

"Don't be angry with me, my dear," he cried; "the news is so good. You couldn't leave poor Arthur, could you?"

"No!" she cried, with an angry little stamp, as she mentally upbraided him for tearing open the throbbing wound she was striving to heal. "You know I will not leave him."

"I love and honour you for it more and more, my dear," he cried. "But what do you think of this? Suppose we take him with us?"

"Take him with us?" said the little lady, slowly.

"Yes," cried the doctor, excitedly; "take him with us, Mary--my darling wife that is to be. The chaplaincy of our settlement is vacant. Did you ever hear the like?"

Little Miss Rosebury could only stare at the excited doctor in a troubled way, for she understood him now, though her lips refused to speak.

"Yes, and I am one of the first to learn the news. I can work it, I feel sure, if he'll come. Then only think; lovely climate, glorious botanical collecting trips for him! The land, too, whence Solomon's ships brought gold, and apes, and peac.o.c.ks. Ophir, Mary, Ophir! Arthur will be delighted."

"Indeed!" said that lady wonderingly.

"Not a doubt about it, my dear. My own discovery. All live together!

Happiness itself."

"But Arthur is delicate," she faltered. "The station is unhealthy."

"Am not I there? Do I not understand your brother thoroughly? Oh! my dear Mary, do not raise obstacles in the way. It is fate. I know it is, in the shape of our Political Resident Harley. He came over with me, and goes back in the same boat. He has had telegrams from the station."

"You--you take away my breath, doctor," panted the little lady. "I must have time to think. Oh! no, no, no; it is impossible. Arthur would never consent to go."

"If you will promise to be my wife, Mary, I'll make him go!" cried the doctor, excitedly.

"No, no; he never would. He could not give up his position here, and I should not allow him. It would be too cruelly selfish on my part. It is impossible; it can never be."

The next moment the doctor was alone, for Miss Rosebury had hurried out to go and sob pa.s.sionately as a girl in her own room, waking up more and more, as she did, to the fact that she had taken the love distemper late in life; but it was none the weaker for being long delayed.

"It isn't impossible, my dear," chuckled the doctor, as he rubbed his hands; "and if I know anything of womankind, the darling little body's mine. I hope she won't think I want her bit of money, because I don't."

He took a turn up and down the room, rubbing his hands and smiling in a very satisfied way.

"I think I can work Master Arthur," he said. "He'll be delighted at the picture I shall paint him of our flora and fauna. It will be a treat for him, and we shall be as jolly as can be. We'll see about duty and that sort of thing. Why, it will be a better post for him ever so much, and he's a splendid old fellow."

There was another promenade of the room, greatly to the endangerment of Miss Rosebury's ornaments. Then the doctor slapped one of his legs loudly.

"Capital!" he cried. "What a grand thought. What a card to play! That will carry her by storm. I'll play that card at our next interview; but gently, Bolter, my boy, don't be in too great a hurry! She's a splendid specimen, and you must not lose her by being precipitate; but, by Jove!

what a capital thought--tell her it will be quite an act of duty to come with me and act a mother's part to those two girls."

"She'll do it--she'll do it," he cried, after a pause, "for she quite loves little Grey, and a very nice little girl too. Then it will keep that dark beauty out of mischief, for hang me if I think I could get her over to her father disengaged, and so I told Harley yesterday."

The doctor did knock off an ornament from a stand at his next turn up and down the room, breaking it right in two; and this brought him to his senses, as, full of repentance, he sought the Reverend Arthur Rosebury in his study to act as medium and confess his sin.

VOLUME ONE, CHAPTER TWELVE.