So she hung back from the frequent Church ordinances of St. Cradocke's, being allowed to do as she pleased about everything extra; she made fun of the peculiarities of the varieties of the genus Petronella who naturally hung about it, and adopted the popular tone about the curates, till Jock told her "not to be so commonplace." Indeed both he and Armine had made friends with them, as he did with every one; and Armine's enjoyment of the society of a new, young, bright deacon, who came at Christmas, perhaps accounted for a little of her soreness, and made Armine himself less observant that the two were growing apart.

Her mother saw it though, and being seconded by Jock, found it easier than of old to keep the tables free from sceptical and semi-sceptical literature; but this involved the loss of much that was clever, and there was no avoiding those envenomed shafts that people love to strew about, and which, for their seeming wit and sense, Babie always relished. She did not think--that was the chief charge; and she was still a joyous creature, even though chafing at the dulness of St.

Cradocke's.

"Gould and another versus Brownlow and another, to be heard on the 18th," Mr. Wakefield writes. "So we must leave our peaceful harbour to face the world again!"

"Oh, I'm so glad!" cried Barbara. "I am fairly tingling to be in the thick of it again!"

"You ungrateful infant," said Armine, "when this place has done every one so much good!"

"So does bed; but I feel as if it were six in the morning and I couldn't get the shutters open!"

"I wonder if Mr. Ogilvie will think me fit to go in for matriculation for the next term?" said Armine.

"And I ought to go up for lectures," said Jock, who had been reading hard all this time under directions from Dr. Medlicott. "I might go on before, and see that the house is put in order before you come home, mother."

"Home! It sounds more like going home than ever going back to Belforest did!"

"And we'll make it the very moral of the old times. We've got all the old things!"

"What do you know about the old times--baby that you are and were?" said Jock.

"The Drakes move to-morrow," said his mother. "I must write to your aunt and Richards about sending the things from Belforest. We must have it at its best before Ali comes home."

"All right!" said Babie. "You know our own things have only to go back into their places, and the Drake carpets go on. It will be such fun; as nice as the getting into the Folly!"

"Nice you call that?" said her mother. "All I remember is the disgrace we got into and the fright I was in! I wonder what the old home will bring us?"

"Life and spirit and action," cried Babie. "Oh, I'm wearying for the sound of the wheels and the flow of people!"

"Oh, you little c.o.c.kney!"

"Of course. I was born one, and I am thankful for it! There's nothing to do here."

"Babie!" cried Armine, indignantly.

"Well, you and Jock have read a great deal, and he has plunged into night-schools."

"And become a popular lecturer," added Armine.

"And you and mother have cultivated Percy Stagg, and gone to Church a great deal--pour pa.s.ser le temps."

"Ah, you discontented mortal!" said her mother, rising to write her letters. "You have yet to learn that what is stagnation to some is rest to others."

"Oh yes, mother, I know it was very good for you, but I'm heartily glad it is over. Sea and Ogre are all very well for once in a way, but they pall, especially in an east wind English fog!"

"My Babie, I hope you are not spoilt by all the excitements of our last few years," said the mother. "You won't find life in Collingwood Street much like life in Hyde Corner."

"No, but it will be _life_, and that's what I care for!"

No, Barbara, used to constant change, and eager for her schemes of helpfulness, could not be expected to enjoy the peacefulness of St.

Cradocke's as the others had done. To Armine, indeed, it had been the beginning of a new life of hope and vigour, and a casting off of the slough of morbid self-contemplation, induced by his invalid life, and fostered at Woodside. He had left off the romance of being early doomed, since his health had stood the trial of the English winter, and under Mr. Ogilvie's bracing management, seconded by Jock's energetic companionship, he had learnt to look to active service, and be ready to strive for it.

To Jock, the time had been a rest from the victory which had cost him so dear, and though the wounds still smarted, there had been nothing to call them into action; and he had fortified himself against the inevitable reminders he should meet with in London. He had been studying with all his might for the preliminary examination, and eagerness in so congenial a pursuit was rapidly growing on him, while conversations with Mr. Ogilvie had been equally pleasant to both, for the ex-schoolmaster thoroughly enjoyed hearing of the scientific world, and the young man was heartily glad of the higher light he was able to shed on his studies, and for being shown how to prevent the spiritual world from being obscured by the physical, and to deal with the difficulties that his brother's materialism had raised for him. He had never lost, and trusted never to lose, hold of his anchor in the Rock; but he had not always known how to answer when called on to prove its existence and trace the cable. Thus the winter at St. Cradocke's had been very valuable to him personally, and he had been willing to make return for the kindness for which he felt so grateful, by letting the Vicar employ him in the night-schools, lectures, and parish diversions--all in short for which a genial and sensible young layman is invaluable, when he can be caught.

And for their mother herself, she had been sheltered from agitation, and had gathered strength and calmness, though with her habitual want of self-consciousness she hardly knew it, and what she thanked her old friend for was what he had done for her sons, especially Armine. "He and I shall be grateful to you all the rest of our lives," she said, with her bright eyes glistening.

David Ogilvie, in his deep, silent, life-long romance, felt that precious guerdons sometimes are won at an age which the young suppose to be past all feeling--guerdons the more precious and pure because unconnected with personal hopes or schemes. He still knew Caroline to be as entirely Joseph Brownlow's own as when he had first perceived it, ten years ago, but all that was regretful jealousy was gone. His idealisation of her had raised and moulded his life, and now that she had grown into the reality of that ideal, he was content with the sunshine she had brought, and the joy of having done her a real service, little as she guessed at the devoted homage that prompted it.

CHAPTER x.x.xIV. -- BLIGHTED BEINGS.

Allen-a-Dale has no f.a.ggot for burning, Allen-a-Dale has no farrow for turning, Allen-a-Dale has no fleece for the spinning, Yet Allen-a-Dale has red gold for the winning.

Scott.

The little family raft put forth from the haven of shelter into the stormy waves. The first experience was, as Jock said, that large rooms and country clearness had been demoralising, or, as Babie averred, the bad taste and griminess of the Drake remains were invincible, for when the old furniture and pictures were all restored to the old places, the tout ensemble was so terribly dingy and confined that the mother could hardly believe that it was the same place that had risen in her schoolgirl eyes as a vision of home brightness. Armine was magnanimously silent, but what would be the effect on Allen, who had been heard of at Gibraltar, and was sure to return before the case was heard in court?

"We must give up old a.s.sociations, and try what a revolution will do,"

Mother Carey said.

"Hurrah!" cried Babie; "I was feeling totally overpowered by that awful round table, but I thought it was the very core of mother's heart."

"So did I," said the mother herself, "when I remember how we used to sit round with the lamp in the middle, and spin the whole table when we wanted a drawer on the further side. But it won't bring back those who sat there! and now the light falls anywhere but where it is wanted, and our goods get into each other's way! Yes, Babie, you may dispose of it in the back drawing-room and bring in your whole generation of little tables."

There was opportunity for choice, for the house was somewhat overfull of furniture, since besides the original plenishing of the PaG.o.da, all that was individual property had been sent from Belforest, and this included a great many choice and curious articles, small and great, all indeed that any one cared much about, except the more intrinsically valuable gems of art. It had been all done between Messrs. Wakefield, Gould, and Richards, who had sent up far more than Mrs. Brownlow had marked, a.s.suring her that she need not scruple to keep it.

So by the time twilight came on the second evening, when the whole family were feeling exceedingly bruised, weary, and dusty, such a transformation had been effected that each of the four, on returning from the much needed toilet, stood at the door exclaiming--"This is something like;" and when John arrived, a little later, he looked round with--

"This is almost as nice as the Folly. How does Mother Carey manage to make things like herself and n.o.body else?"

Allen's comment a few days later was--"What's the use of taking so much trouble about a dingy hole which you can't make tolerable even if you were to stay here."

"I mean it to be my home till my M.D. son takes a wife and turns me out."

"Why, mother, you don't suppose that ridiculous will can hold water?"

"You know I don't contest it."

"I know, but they will not look at it for a moment in the Probate Court."

Some chance friend whom he had met abroad had suggested this to Allen, and he had gradually let his wish become hope, and his hope expectation, till he had come home almost secure of a triumph, which would reinstate his mother, and bring Elvira back to him, having learnt the difference between true friends and false.

It was a proportionate blow when no difficulty was made about proving the will. As the trustees acted, Mrs. Brownlow had not to appear, but Allen haunted the Law Courts with his uncle and saw the will accepted as legal. Nothing remained but another amicable action to put Elvira de Menella in possession.