The Pillars of the House; Or, Under Wode, Under Rode, Vol. 1 (of 2). Yonge Charlotte Mary
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СКАЧАТЬ coffin. And then the last hymn had been so sweet and beautiful, they all seemed refreshed and comforted except Edgar, who, coming fresh back to the desolation of the house, was in another paroxysm of grief.

      'But, Edgar,' said Alda timidly, 'you like being there, don't you?'

      'As if one could like anything now!'

      'Well! but, Eddy dear, you know what I mean. It is not bad being there.'

      'Not so bad as being at home. Oh!' and a terrible fit of sobbing came on, which made the other children stand round rather appalled; while Felix, hesitating, said,

      'It is no good going on in this way, Edgar. Father would say it was not right; and you are upsetting poor little Cherry.'

      'It is worse for him, because he has been away,' said Cherry, fondling him.

      'Yes,' said Edgar between his sobs 'It did not seem so there.'

      'And are they kind?'

      'Oh, yes. Marilda let me sit in the school-room, and I had books, and things to copy; such an angel, Cherry, I'll bring it to you next time—my copy, I mean.'

      Here there was a summons from the other room for Felix.

      'Yes,' said Edgar, a good deal re-invigorated by having something to tell; 'I suppose they are going to tell him what is settled. Mr. Underwood wrote to the man at Vale Leston, and he won't do anything for us; but they are going to try for the Clergy Orphan for one of you two little boys.'

      'Oh!' there was a great gasp.

      'And about me?' asked Alda.

      'You are to come when we all go to London—to meet us at the station. There's a new governess coming, and you will start both together with her; and I think you'll beat Marilda, for she knows nothing, and won't learn.'

      'I hope she won't be jealous.'

      'I don't think it is in her! She's very jolly.'

      'But I can't go till Mamma is better.'

      Wilmet felt they were falling into a gossiping kind of way that jarred on her, and was glad of a summons upstairs.

      Mr. Thomas Underwood saw Alda before he returned home, told her she was his other daughter, and should join them on their way to London; and he further made arrangements about the christening, contingent, of course, on the mother's consent, and on the possibility of taking the very small delicate babies to the church. He made very extensive promises of patronage for the future, with a full and open heart, and looked as if he should like to adopt the whole family on the spot.

      For the convenience of our readers we subjoin the first page of the family Bible.

      CHAPTER V

      WORKING FOR BREAD

      'Parson's lass 'ant nowt, an' she weant 'a nowt when 'e's dead;

      Mun be a guvness, lad, or summut, an' addle her bread.'

Tennyson.

      'Tell, little one,' said Mr. Rugg, the doctor, as he found Geraldine on the landing-place outside her mother's room, and spoke to her in a voice that to her reluctant ears, as well as to those of Sister Constance, who followed him, sounded all the more vulgar because it was low, wheedling, and confidential; 'you are always about the house, you know everything—what accident has your mamma met with?'

      Cherry's face grew set.

      'She has, then,' said the doctor, looking at Sister Constance. 'I thought so. Now, be a good child, and tell us all about it.'

      'I cannot,' she said.

      'Come, don't be silly and sulk. No one will punish you; we know it was an accident; out with it.'

      'My dear,' said Sister Constance, 'this is a pity. Much may depend on your speaking.'

      Cherry began to cry very piteously, though still silently.

      'Yes, yes, we see you are sorry,' said Mr. Rugg, 'but there's nothing for it now but to let us hear the truth.'

      She shook her head violently, and brow and neck turned crimson.

      Mr. Rugg grew angered, and tried a sharper tone. 'Miss Geraldine, this is regular naughtiness. Let me hear directly.'

      The flush became purple, and something like 'I won't' came from behind the handkerchief.

      'Leave her to me, if you please,' said Sister Constance gently; 'I think she will tell me what is right to be told.'

      'As you please, Lady Somerville,' said Mr. Rugg, who, since he had discovered her title, was always barbarously misusing it; 'but the thing must be told. It is doing Mrs. Underwood a serious injury to let childish naughtiness conceal the truth.'

      Constance put her arm round the little girl, a tiny weight for thirteen years old, and took her into the room where she had last seen her father. She was sobbing violently, not without passion, and the more distressingly because she carefully stifled every sound, and the poor little frame seemed as if it would be rent to pieces. 'Cherry, dear child, don't,' said Constance, sitting down and gathering her into her arms; 'do try and calm yourself, and think—'

      'He—he—I won't tell him!' sobbed the child. 'He's a bad man—he tells stories. He said he would not hurt me—when he knew he should most terribly. Papa said it was very wrong. Papa was quite angry—he called it deceiving, he did! I won't tell him!'

      'My dear child, is there anything to tell? Don't think about him, think about what is good for your mother.'

      'She told me not,' sobbed Cherry, but not with the anger there had been before. 'No, no, don't ask me; she told me not.'

      'Your mother? My dear little girl, whatever it is, you ought to say it. Your dear mother seems to be too ill and confused to recollect everything herself, and if it is not known whether she has been hurt, how can anything be done for her?'

      Cherry sat upon her friend's lap, and with a very heaving chest said, 'If Felix says I ought—then I will. Papa said we should mind Felix— like him.'

      'I will call Felix,' said Sister Constance.

      Mr. Rugg looked very impatient of the delay; but Felix, who had just come in to dinner, was summoned. He came at once, and was soon standing by Geraldine's chair.

      'Yes, Geraldine, I think you ought to tell,' he said, as the loyal little thing gazed up at her new monarch. 'What did happen?'

      'It was on the day after New Year's Day,' said Geraldine, now speaking very fast. 'You were all at church, and she came out of—this room with Bernard in her arms—and called to me that I might come and sit with—him, because she was going down to the kitchen to make some beef-tea. And just then she put her foot into a loop of whip-cord, and fell. She could not save herself at all, because of Bernard; but she went backwards—against the steps.'

      'Did she seem hurt at the time?'

      'I did not think so. She pulled herself up by the baluster before I could get up to help her, and she never let Bernard go all the time—he did not even scream. She only said, "Now mind, Cherry, do not say СКАЧАТЬ