the heir of redclyffe-第119章
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his arms; as he had so often carried her father; studying earnestly her
little face。 As soon as he saw them coming; he hastily gave her back
to Anne; as if ashamed to be thus caught; but he was obliged to grunt
and put his hand up to his shaggy eyelashes; before he could answer
Amabel's greeting。
He could hardly believe his eyes; that here was Mr。 Morville; who
yesterday was scarcely able to raise his head from the pillow; and
could attend to nothing。 He could not think what Lady Morville had
done to him; when he heard him inquiring and making arrangements about
sending for a pony carriage; appearing thoroughly roused; and the dread
of being seen or spoken to entirely passed away; Markham was greatly
rejoiced; for Mr。 Morville's illness; helplessness; and dependence upon
himself; had softened and won him to regard him kindly as nothing else
would have done; and his heart was entirely gained when; after they had
wished him good…bye; he saw Philip and Amabel walk on; overtake Anne;
Amy take the baby and hold her up to Philip; who looked at her with the
same earnest interest。 From thenceforward Markham knew that Redclyffe
was nothing but a burden to Mr。 Morville; and he could bear to see it
in his possession since like himself; he seemed to regard Sir Guy's
daughter like a disinherited princess。
This short walk fatigued Philip thoroughly。 He slept till dinner…time;
and when he awoke said it was the first refreshing dreamless sleep he
had had for weeks。 His head was much better; and at dinner he had
something like an appetite。
It was altogether a day of refreshment; and so were the ensuing ones。
Each day Philip became stronger; and resumed more of his usual habits。
From writing a few lines in Amabel's daily letter to Laura; he
proceeded to filling the envelope; and from being put to sleep by
Charles's reading; to reading aloud the whole evening himself。 The
pony carriage was set up; and he drove Charles out every day; Amabel
being then released from attending him; and free to enjoy herself in
her own way in rambles about the house and park; and discoveries of the
old haunts she knew so well by description。
She early found her way to Guy's own room; where she would walk up and
down with her child in her arms; talking to her; and holding up to her;
to be admired; the treasures of his boyhood; that Mrs。 Drew delighted
to keep in order。 One day; when alone in the sitting…room; she thought
of trying the piano he had chosen for her。 It was locked; but the key
was on her own split…ring; where he had put it for her the day he
returned from London。 She opened it; and it so happened; that the
first note she struck reminded her of one of the peculiarly sweet and
deep tones of Guy's voice。 It was like awaking its echo again; and as
it died away; she hid her face and wept。 But from that time the first
thing she did when her brother and cousin were out; was always to bring
down her little girl; and play to her; watching how she enjoyed the
music。
Little Mary prospered in the sea air; gained colour; took to springing
and laughing; and her intelligent lively way of looking about brought
out continually more likeness to her father。 Amabel herself was no
longer drooping and pining; her step grew light and elastic; a shade of
pink returned to her cheek; and the length of walk she could take was
wonderful; considering her weakness in the summer。 Every day she stood
on the cliff and looked at 'Guy's sea;' before setting out to visit the
cottages; and hear the fond rough recollections of Sir Guy; or to
wander far away into the woods or on the moor; and find the way to the
places he had loved。 One day; when Philip and Charles came in from a
drive; they overtook her in the court; her cloak over her arm; her
crape limp with spray; her cheeks brightened to a rosy glow by the
wind; and a real smile as she looked up to them。 When Charles was on
his sofa; she stooped over him and whispered; 'James and Ben Robinson
have taken me out to the Shag!'
She saw Mr。 Wellwood; and heard a good account of Coombe Prior。 She
made great friends with the Ashfords; especially little Lucy and the
baby。 She delighted in visits to the cottages; and Charles every day
wondered where was the drooping dejection that she could not shake off
at home。 She would have said that in Guy's own home; 'the joy' had
come to her; no longer in fitful gleams and held by an effort for a
moment; but steadily brightening。 She missed him indeed; but the power
of finding rest in looking forward to meeting him; the pleasure of
dwelling on the days he had been with her; and the satisfaction of
doing his work for the present; had made a happiness for her; and still
in him; quiet; grave; and subdued; but happiness likely to bloom more
and more brightly throughout her life。 The anniversary of his death
was indeed a day of tears; but the tears were blessed ones; and she was
more full of the feeling that had sustained her on that morning; than
she had been through all the year before。
Charles and Philip; meanwhile; proceeded excellently together; each
very anxious for the comfort of the other。 Philip was a good deal
overwhelmed at first by the quantity of business on his hands; and
setting about it while his head was still weak; would have seriously
hurt himself again; if Charles had not come to his help; worked with a
thorough good will; great clearness and acuteness; and surprised Philip
by his cleverness and perseverance。 He was elated at being of so much
use; and begged to be considered for the future as Philip's private
secretary; to which the only objection was; that his handwriting was as
bad as Philip's was good; but it was an arrangement so much to the
benefit of both parties; that it was gladly made。 Philip was very
grateful for such valuable assistance; and Charles amused himself with
triumphing in his importance; when he should sit in state on his sofa
at Hollywell; surrounded with blue…books; getting up the statistics for
some magnificent speech of the honourable member for Moorworth。
In the meantime; Charles and Amabel saw no immediate prospect of their
party returning from Ireland; and thought it best to remain at
Redclyffe; since Philip had so much to do there; and besides; events
were occurring at Kilcoran which would have prevented his visit; even
without his illness。
One of the first drives that Charles and Philip took; after the latter
was equal to any exertion; was to Thorndale。 There Charles was much
amused by the manner in which Philip was received; and he himself; for
his sake; and as he said to Amabel on his return; there was no question
now; that the blame of spoiling Philip did not solely rest at
Hollywell。
Finding only Lady Thorndale at home; and hearing that Lord Thorndale
was in the grounds; Philip went out to look for him; leaving Charles on
the sofa; under her ladyship's care。 Charles; with a little
exaggeration; professed that he had never been so flattered in his
whole life; as he was by the compliments that reflected on him as the
future brother…in…law of Philip; and that he had really begun to think
even Laura not half sensible enough of her own happiness。 Lady
Thorndale afterwards proceeded to inquiries about the De Courcy family;
especially Lady Eveleen; and Charles; enlightened by Charlotte; took
delight in giving a brilliant description of his cousin's charms; for
which he was rewarded by very plain intimations of the purpose for
which her son James was gone to Kilcoran。
On talking the visit over; as they drove home; Charles asked Philip if
he had guessed at his friend's intentions。 'Yes;' he answered。
'Then you never took the credit of it。 Why did you not tell us?'
'I knew it from himself; in confidence。'
'Oh!' said Charles; amusing himself with the notion of the young man's
dutifully asking the permission of his companion; unshaken in
allegiance though the staff might be broken; and the book drowned
deeper than did ever plummet sound。 Philip spoke no more; and Charles
would ask no more; for Philip's own affairs of the kind were not such
as to encourage talking of other people's。 No explanation was needed
why he should now promote an attachment which he had strongly
disapproved while James Thorndale was still in the army。
A day or two after; however; came a letter from Charlotte; bringing
further news; at which Charles was so amazed; that he could not help
communicating it at once to his companions。
'So! Eveleen won't have him!'
'What?' exclaimed both。
'You don't mean that she has refused Thorndale?' said Philip。
'Even so!' said Charles。 'Charlotte says he is gone。 〃Poor Mr。
Thorndale left us this morning; after a day of private conferences; in
which he seems to have had no satisfaction; for his resolute dignity
and determination to be agreeable all the evening were〃ahem〃were
great。 Mabel cannot get at any of the real reasons from Eveleen;
though I think I could help her; but I can't tell you。〃'
'Charlotte means mischief。' said Charles; as he concluded。
'I am very sorry!' said Philip。 'I did think Lady Eveleen would have
been able to estimate Thorndale。 It will be a great disappointment
the inclination has been of long standing。 Poor Thorndale!'
'It would have been a very good thing for Eva;' said Amabel。 'Mr。
Thorndale is such a sensible man。'
'And I thought his steady sense just what was wanting to bring out all
her good qualities that are running to waste in that irregular home;'
said Philip。 'What can have possessed her?'
'Ay! something must have possessed her;' said Charles。 'Eva was always
ready to be fallen in love with on the shortest notice; and if there
was not something prior in her imagination; Thorndale would not have
had much difficulty。 By the bye; depend upon it; 'tis the tutor。'
Philip looked a little startled; but instantly reassuring himself;
said;
'George Fielder! Impossible! You have never seen him!'
'Ah! don't you remember her description!' said Amy; in a low voice;
rather sadly。
The very reason; Amy;' said Charles; 'it showed that he had attracted
her fancy。'
Philip smiled a little incredulously。
'Ay!' said Charles; 'you may smile; but you handsome men can little
appreciate the attractiveness of an interesting ugliness。 It is the
way to be looked at in the end。 Mark my words; it is the tutor。'
'I hope not!' said Philip; as if shaken in his confidence。 'Any way it
is a bad affair。 I am very much concerned for Thorndale。'
So sincerely concerned; that his head began to ache in the midst of
some writing。 He was obliged to leave it to Charles to finish; and go
out to walk w