Fated to Be Free Part 48
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Justina had soon seen the flowers enough, and Emily could not make up her mind to inspect anything else. She therefore returned towards the library, and Barbara walked silently beside her.
As she stepped in at the open window, a sound of sobbing startled her.
An oil painting, a portrait of John in his boyhood, hung against the wall. Gladys stood with her face leaning against one of the hands that hung down. Emily heard her words distinctly: "Oh, papa! Oh, papa! Oh, my father beloved!" but the instant she caught the sound of footsteps, she darted off like a frightened bird, and fled away without even looking found.
Then the twin sister turned slowly, and looked at Emily with entreating eyes, saying--"Is it true, Mrs. Walker? Dear Mrs. Walker, is it really true?"
Emily felt cold at heart. How could she tell? John's words went for nothing; Miss Christie might have mistaken them. She did not pretend to misunderstand, but said she did not know; she had no reason to think it was true.
"But everybody says so," sighed Barbara.
"If your father has said nothing--" Emily began.
"No," she answered; her father had said nothing at all; but the mere mention of his name seemed to overcome her.
Emily sat down, talked to her, and tried to soothe her; but she had no distinct denial to give, and in five minutes Barbara, kneeling before her, was sobbing on her bosom, and bemoaning herself as if she would break her heart.
Truly the case of a step-mother is hard.
Emily leaned her cheek upon the young upturned forehead. She faltered a little as she spoke. If her father chose to marry again, had he not a right? If she loved him, surely she wanted him to be--happy.
"But she is a nasty, nasty thing," sobbed Barbara, with vehement heavings of the chest and broken words, "and--and--I am sure I hate her, and so does Gladys, and so does Johnnie too." Then her voice softened again--"Oh, father, father! I would take such care of the little ones if you wouldn't do it! and we would never, never quarrel with the governesses, or make game of them any more."
Emily drew her yet nearer to herself, and said in the stillest, most matter-of-fact tone--
"Of course you know that you are a very naughty girl, my sweet."
"Yes," said Barbara ruefully.
"And very silly too," she continued; but there was something so tender and caressing in her manner, that the words sounded like anything but a reproof.
"I don't think I am silly," said Barbara.
"Yes, you are, if you are really making yourself miserable about an idle rumour, and nothing more."
"But everybody says it is true. Why, one of Johnnie's schoolfellows, who has some friends near here, told him every one was talking of it."
"Well, my darling," said Emily with a sigh, "but even if it is true, the better you take it, the better it will be for you; and you don't want to make your father miserable?"
"No," said the poor child naively; "and we've been so good--so very good--since we heard it. But it is so horrid to have a step-mother! I told you papa had never said anything; but he did say once to Gladys that he felt very lonely now Grand was gone. He said that he felt the loss of mamma."
She dried her eyes and looked up as she said these words, and Emily felt a sharp pang of pity for John. He must be hard set indeed for help and love and satisfying companions.h.i.+p if he was choosing to suppose that he had buried such blessings as these with the wife of his youth.
"Oh!" said Barbara, with a weary sigh, "Johnnie does so hate the thought of it! He wrote us such a furious letter. What was my mother like, dear Mrs. Walker? It's so hard that we cannot remember her."
Emily looked down at Barbara's dark hair and lucid blue-grey eyes, at the narrow face and pleasant rosy mouth.
"Your mother was like you--to look at," she answered.
She felt obliged to put in those qualifying words, for Janie Mortimer had given her face to her young daughter; but the girl's pa.s.sionate feelings and yearning love, and even, as it seemed, pity for her father and herself, had all come from the other side of the house.
Barbara rose when she heard this, and stood up, as if to be better seen by her who had spoken what she took for such appreciative words, and Emily felt constrained to take the dead mother's part, and say what it was best for her child to hear.
"Barbara, no one would have been less pleased than your mother at your all setting yourselves against this. Write and tell Johnnie so, will you, my dear?"
Barbara looked surprised.
"She was very judicious, very reasonable; it is not on her account at all that you need resent your father's intention--if, indeed, he has such an intention."
"But Johnnie remembers her very well," said Barbara, not at all pleased, "and she was very sweet and very delightful, and that's why he does resent it so much."
"If I am to speak of her as she was, I must say that is a state of feeling she would not have approved of, or even cared about."
"Not cared that father should love some one else!"
The astonishment expressed in the young, childlike face daunted Emily for the moment.
"She would have cared for your welfare. You had better think of her as wis.h.i.+ng that her children should always be very dear to their father, as desirous that they should not set themselves against his wishes, and vex and displease him."
"Then I suppose I'd better give you Johnnie's letter," said Barbara, "because he is so angry--quite furious, really." She took out a letter, and put it into Emily's hand. "Will you burn it when you go home? but, Mrs. Walker, will you read it first, because then you'll see that Johnnie does love father--and dear mamma too."
Voices were heard now and steps on the gravel. Barbara took up her eyegla.s.s, and moved forward; then, when she saw Justina, she retreated to Emily's side with a gesture of discomfiture and almost of disgust.
"Any step-mother at all," she continued, "Johnnie says, he hates the thought of; but that one--Oh!"
"What a lesson for me!" thought Emily; and she put the letter in her pocket.
"It's very rude," whispered Barbara; "but you mustn't mind that;" and with a better grace than could have been expected she allowed Justina to kiss her, and the two ladies walked back through the fields, the younger children accompanying them nearly all the way home.
CHAPTER XXVI.
MRS. BRANDON ASKS A QUESTION.
"Your baby-days flowed in a much-troubled channel; I see you as then in your impotent strife, A tight little bundle of wailing and flannel, Perplexed with that newly-found fardel call'd life."
Locker.
John Mortimer was the last guest to make his appearance on the morning of the christening. He found the baby, who had been brought down to be admired, behaving scandalously, crying till he was crimson in the face, and declining all his aunt's loving persuasions to him to go to sleep.
Emily was moving up and down the drawing-room, soothing and cheris.h.i.+ng him in her arms, a.s.suring him that this was his sleepy time, and shaking and patting him as is the way of those who are cunning with babies. But all was in vain. He was carried from his father's house in a storm of indignation, and from time to time he repeated his protest against things in general till the service was over.
Some of the party walked home to the house. Justina lingered, hastened, and accosted John Mortimer. But all in vain; he kept as far as possible from her, while Emily, who had gone forward, very soon found him close at her side.
"Madam," he said, "I shall have the honour of taking you in to luncheon.
Did you know it?"
"No, John," she answered, laughing because he did, and feeling as if the occasion had suddenly become more festive, though she knew some explanation must be coming.
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