Mrs. Thompson Part 64
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All well at Bence's; and all well at home.
It was pleasant to her, returning from her work on summer evenings, to see the white gates and long wall speed towards her: as if coming once again out of the land of dreams into the realm of facts, because she called them to her. She had wished for them, and they were hers. While her car glided from the gates to the porch, she enjoyed the full sight of the things that, seen in glimpses, soothed her eyes so many years ago--the comfortable eaves and latticed windows, the dark ma.s.ses of foliage casting restful shadows on the sun-lit lawns, the steps and brickwork of the terraced garden giving value and form to the gay exuberance of the summer flowers.
"Are the ladies in?"
When the footman said that the ladies were out, she gave a little sigh.
It was only a moment's disappointment. By the time that the butler had come forward and was telling her where the ladies had gone, the faint sense of emptiness and disillusionment had vanished. Really she liked the ladies to be out and about as much as possible. There was a big motor-car to take them far from home, and there were horses and carriages to take them on quiet little journeys; for, pleasant as home might be, they must not be allowed to feel themselves prisoners in it.
All this side of her life belonged to them: they ruled the world that lay outside her work.
When the footman told her that the ladies were to be found somewhere beneath the eaves or within the walls of the garden, she sprang out of the car as lightly as a girl.
"I think Miss Jane is in the music room, ma'am."
Her face lit up; she smiled contentedly, and hurried through the porch to search for Miss Jane.
The house was bigger in fact than it had been in the dream. She had tacked on a new wing at each end of it; and her architect had so cleverly preserved the external style that no one outside the building could guess which was the old part and which the new. Inside, you might guess by the size of the rooms. In one wing there was a large dining-room, and in the other wing there was Miss Jane's school-room, play-room, or music-room.
This was an unexpectedly n.o.ble hall, containing an organ, a minstrel gallery, and a raised stage for dramatic entertainment; here the young lady had obtained much instruction and amus.e.m.e.nt; here she learned to sing and dance, to fence and do Swedish exercises, to know the kings of England and to spin tops, to talk French and to play badminton.
Her grandmother, bustling to it, sometimes heard and always loved to hear the music of organ or piano; sometimes all she heard was a young voice talking or laughing--but that was the music that she loved best.
"Granny dear!"
"Mother dear!"
The double welcome was her daily reward, the handsome payment that made her think the long day's toil so light.
A certain pomp was maintained in their manner of living: meals were served with adequate ceremony; butler and footmen instead of parlourmaids waited at table; the family wore rich dresses of an evening;--but all this was to please Enid. Everything that Enid once had seemed to care for must be provided now--the stateliness of liveried men, the grandeur of formal dinner-parties, the small or big extravagances that come with complete immunity from any thought of cost.
And on the little girl's account, too. It was essential that Enid should be able to bring up her child in the midst of fitting, proper, even fas.h.i.+onable surroundings.
Enid took all these benefits placidly and naturally: very much as of old, when she had been an unmarried girl receiving benefits from the same source in St. Saviour's Court. Indeed she had insensibly dropped back into her old way. Except for the one great permanent change that sprang from a dual cause--her deepened affection for her mother and her idolizing devotion to her daughter,--she was strikingly similar to the graceful long-nosed Miss Thompson who went with a smile to meet her fate at Mr. Young's riding-school.
She looked scarcely a day older. She was neither thinner nor fatter; her face, after being pinched by misfortune, had exactly filled out again to the elegant oval of careless youth. The bad time with all its hard lessons was almost obliterated by present ease and comfort: certainly it did not seem to have left indelible marks. She could speak of it--did often speak of it--without wincing, and in the even, unemotional tone that she habitually used.
Only when Jane was ill, she altogether burst through the smooth outer surface of calm propriety, and showed that, if they could be reached, there were some really strong feelings underneath. When Jane was ill, no matter how slightly, Mrs. Kenion became almost demented.
To some juvenile ailments the most jealously guarded child must submit sooner or later. Jane has a sore throat and a cold in the head; Jane slept badly last night; and, oh--merciful powers,--Jane exhibits red spots on her little white chest.
Dr. Eldridge says--now, don't be frightened by a word;--Dr. Eldridge says he believes that, well, ah, yes--it is measles. But there is nothing in that to distress or alarm; rather one might say it is a very good thing. One cannot reasonably hope that Miss Jane will escape measles all her life; and one may be glad that she has this propitious chance to do her measling under practically ideal conditions.
Yet, late in the afternoon, when wise Eldridge has gone, here is Enid with fear-distended eyes and grief-stricken face, white, shaking, absolutely frantic, as she clings to her mother's arm.
"Mother, don't let her die. Oh, don't let her die."
"She shall not die."
In these emergencies Mrs. Marsden-Thompson is solid as her clock-tower.
"But Dr. Eldridge mayn't be right--perhaps it's something a thousand times worse than measles.... Oh, oh. What _can_ we do? It may be some virulent fever--and when she drops off to sleep, she may never wake."
What Mrs. Marsden-Thompson can do to allay Enid's anxiety, she does do, and at once. She telephones to London, to the most famous physician of the period.
"There, my darling," she says presently; "now keep calm. Sir John is coming--by the evening express."
"Mother dear, how can I thank you enough?"
"My own Enid, there's nothing to thank me for. It will relieve all our minds to have the very highest opinion.... And Sir John will spend the night here--that will be nice for you, to know that he is remaining on the spot."
Then in due course the ill.u.s.trious Sir John arrives, and confirms the diagnosis of Dr. Eldridge. It _is_ measles--and a very mild case of it.
Jane grew up strong and hearty, none the worse for childish ailments, and uninjured by the idolatry of her two nearest female relatives. As Yates said, it was a miracle that Jane didn't get absolutely spoilt by so much fussing care and loving wors.h.i.+p. But Yates stoutly declared that the young lady was not spoilt up to now; and attributed her escape from spoiling to the fortunate circ.u.mstance that she took after her grandmother.
Outwardly she was like her mother, but perhaps inwardly she did somewhat resemble her granny. At fourteen she was certainly more enthusiastic, vivacious, and expansive than Enid had been at that age. And, unlike the young Enid, she could not readily take the impress of other people's minds and manners. Governesses said she was _very_ clever, but too much disposed to rely on conclusions reached by trains of thought set in motion by herself and running on lines of her own construction.
Governesses would not say she was obstinate--oh, no, far from it--but perhaps guilty now and then of a certain intellectual arrogance that was unbecoming in one so young.
Fourteen--fifteen--past her sixteenth birthday! Jane is really growing up; and nearer and nearer draws the time when mother and grandmother will be confronted with the awful problem of finding her a suitable husband--a _good_ husband, if such a thing exists on the broad surface of the earth. It is appalling to think about; but it cannot be blinked or evaded. The fiery chain of life must have its new link of flame: Jane must carry the torch, and give it safely to the small hands that are waiting somewhere in immeasurable darkness to grasp it and bear it still onward.
Once when Enid lightly hinted at this terrifying matter, Jane caught the hint that was not intended for her ears, and replied very shrewdly.
"It strikes me, mummy, that most likely you'll be married before I shall."
Mrs. Kenion laughed and flushed, and seemed rather gratified by this compliment; but she promised never to introduce Jane to a stepfather.
No, she will never marry again--has no faintest inclination for further experiments of that sort. Once bit, twice shy. She will act on the adage; although, when she speaks so blandly of the bad ungrateful dog that bit her, one might almost suppose that she had forgotten nearly all the pain of the bite.
"Mother dear, isn't it wonderful? He is riding again;" and Enid looks up from the morning newspaper, sips her breakfast coffee, and speaks with calm admiration. She always reads the sporting news, and never misses an entry of Charlie's name in minor steeplechase meetings.
Here it is:--Mrs. Charles Kenion's Dreadnought; Trainer, private; Jockey, Mr. Kenion.
"And Charles is over forty-five. Really, I do think it's wonderful,"
says Enid calmly and admiringly. "But he shouldn't go on riding races.
She oughtn't to let him. It can only end"--and Enid says this with unruffled calm--"in his breaking his neck."
But it seems that Charlie's neck is charmed: that it cannot be broken over the sticks, or--sinister thought!--that it is being preserved for another and more formal method of dislocation.
Nearer than the necessity of discovering a worthy mate for Jane, there looms the smaller necessity of presenting her at Court, giving her a London season, and so forth. As to the presentation, a very obliging offer has been tendered by the great lady of the county--wife of that local potentate who lives in the sheltered magnificence behind the awe-inspiring iron gates. Her ladys.h.i.+p has voluntarily suggested that she should take Miss Kenion, when properly feathered and betrained, into the effulgent presence of her sovereign.
Naturally, since those tremendous iron gates have opened to Mrs.
Marsden-Thompson, no lesser entrances are closed against her. Success, if it is big enough, condones most offences; and the prejudiced objection to retail trade, under which Enid once suffered, has been generously waived. What she used artlessly to call county people make much of her and her daughter.
They are bidden to the very best houses; they may consort on equal terms with the highest quality; there is no one so fine that he or she will resent an invitation to dinner.
"Oh yes, Mrs. Marsden-Thompson is an old dear. And her daughter is quite charming. I don't know what to make of the girl--but of course you know, she is going to be an immense heiress."
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