consulting in cases which could not be visited gratis. The patronage of Henry Ward was one of the hobbies that Dr. May specially loved, and he cantered off upon it with vehemence such as he had hardly displayed for years.
Aubrey recovered with the tardiness of a weakly constitution, and was long in even arriving at a drive in the brougham; for Dr. May had set up a brougham. As long as Hector Ernescliffe’s home was at Stoneborough, driving the Doctor had been his privilege, and the old gig had been held together by diligent repairs; but when Maplewood claimed him, and Adams was laid aside by rheumatism, Flora would no longer be silenced, and preached respectability and necessity. Dr. May did not admit the plea, unless Adams were to sit inside and drive out of window; but then he was told of the impropriety of his daughters going out to dinner in gigs, and the expense of flies. When Flora talked of propriety in that voice, the family might protest and grumble, but were always reduced to obedience; and thus Blanche’s wedding had been the occasion of Ethel being put into a hoop, and the Doctor into a brougham. He was better off under the tyranny than she was, in spite of the solitude he had bewailed. Young Adams was not the companion his father had been, and was no loss; and he owned that he now got through a great deal of reading, and at times a great deal of sleep; and mourned for nothing but his moon and stars—so romantic a regret, that Dr. Spencer advised him not to mention it.
After Aubrey’s first drives, Dr. Spencer declared that the best way of invigorating him would be to send him for a month to the seaside, while the house could be thoroughly purified before Gertrude’s return. Dr. Spencer and Mary would take care of Dr. May; and Ethel had begun to look forward to a tete-a-tete with Aubrey by the sea, which they had neither of them ever seen, when her anticipations were somewhat dashed by her father’s exclaiming, that it would be the best thing for Leonard Ward to go with them. She said something about his not being well enough to travel so soon.
‘Oh, yes, he will,’ said Dr. May; ‘he only wants stimulus to get on fast enough. I declare I’ll ask Henry about it; I’m just going to meet him at the hospital.’
And before another word could be said, he let himself out at the back door of the garden, in which they had been meeting Richard, who was now allowed to come thus far, though both for Daisy’s sake and his flock’s, he had hitherto submitted to a rigorous quarantine; and the entire immunity of Cocksmoor from the malady was constantly adduced by each doctor as a convincing proof of his own theory.
‘Well, I do hope that will go off!’ exclaimed Ethel, as soon as her father was out of hearing. ‘It will be a terrible upset to all one’s peace and comfort with Aubrey!’
‘Indeed—what harm will the poor boy do?’ asked Richard.
‘Make Aubrey into the mere shame-faced, sister-hating, commonplace creature that the collective boy thinks it due to himself to be in society,’ said Ethel, ‘and me from an enjoying sister, into an elderly, care-taking, despised spinster—a burden to myself and the boys.’
‘But why, Ethel, can’t you enjoy yourself!’
‘My dear Richard, just imagine turning loose a lot of boys and girls, with no keeper, to enjoy themselves in some wild sea place! No, no: the only way to give the arrangement any shade of propriety, will be to be elderly, infuse as much vinegar as possible into my countenance, wear my spectacles, and walk at a staid pace up and down the parade, while my two sons disport themselves on the rocks.’
‘If you really think it would not be proper,’ said Richard, rather alarmed, ‘I could run after my father.’
‘Stuff, Richard; papa must have his way; and if it is to do the boy good, I can sacrifice a crab—I mean myself —not a crustacean. I am not going to be such a selfish wretch as to make objections.’
‘But if it would not be the correct thing? Or could not you get some one to stay with you?’
‘I can make it the correct thing. It is only to abstain from the fun I had hoped for. I meant to have been a girl, and now I must be a woman, that’s all; and I dare say Aubrey will be the happier for it—boys always are.’
‘If you don’t like it, I wish you would let me speak to papa.’
‘Richard, have you these five years been the safety-valve for my murmurs without knowing what they amount to?’
‘I thought no one complained unless to get a thing remedied.’
‘Exactly so. That is man! And experience never shows man that woman’s growls relieve her soul, and that she dreads nothing more than their being acted on! All I wish is, that this scheme may die a natural death; but I should be miserable, and deserved to be so, if I raised a finger to hinder it. What, must you go? Rule Daisy’s lines if she writes to Meta, please.’
‘I did so. I have been trying to make her write straighter.’
‘Of course you have. I expect I shall find her organ of order grown to a huge bump when she comes home. Oh! when will our poor remnants be once more a united family? and when shall I get into Cocksmoor school again?’
When Dr. May came home, his plan was in full bloom. Henry had gratefully accepted it, and answered for his brother being able to travel by the next Monday; and Dr. May wanted Ethel to walk with him to Bankside, and propose it there—talking it over with the sister, and making it her own invitation. Ethel saw her fate, and complied, her father talking eagerly all the way.
‘You see, Ethel, it is quite as much for his spirits as his health that I wish it. He is just the age that our Norman was.’
That was the key to a great deal. Ethel knew that her father had never admitted any of the many excuses for the neglect of Norman’s suffering for the three months after his mother’s death; but though it thrilled her all over, she was not prepared to believe that any one, far less any Ward, could be of the same sensitive materials as Norman. To avoid answering, she went more than half-way, by saying, ‘Don’t you think I might ask those poor girls to come with him?’
‘By no manner of means,’ said the Doctor, stopping short. ‘It is just what I want, to get him away from his sister. She minds nothing else; and if it were not for Mary, I don’t know what the little ones would do; and as to Henry, he is very good and patient; but it is the way to prevent him from forming domestic tastes to have no mistress to his house. He will get into mischief, or marry, if she does not mind what she is about.’
‘That must come to an end when Leonard is well, and goes back to school.’
‘And that won’t be till after the holidays. No, some break there must be. When he is gone, Mary can put her into the way of doing things; she is anxious to do right; and we shall see them do very well. But this poor boy—you know he has been always living at home, while the others were away; he was very fond of his mother, and the first
