Tom and Aubrey returned demonstrations that Eton’s glory was untarnished, and the defeat solely owing to ‘such a set of sticks.’
‘Aubrey,’ said Ethel, in their first private moment, ‘was this a fight in a good cause? for if so, I will come down with you and see him.’
Aubrey made a face of dissuasion, ending in a whistle.
‘Do at least tell me it is nothing I should be sorry for,’ she said anxiously.
He screwed his face into an intended likeness of Ethel’s imitation of an orchis, winked one eye, and looked comical.
‘I see it can’t be really bad,’ said Ethel, ‘so I will rest on your assurance, and ask no indiscreet questions.’
‘You didn’t see, then?’ said Aubrey, aggrieved at the failure of his imitation. ‘You don’t remember the beauty he met at Coombe?’
‘Beauty! None but Mab.’
‘Well, they found it out and chaffed him. Fielder said he would cut out as good a face out of an old knob of apple wood, and the doctor in petticoats came up again; he got into one of his rages, and they had no end of a shindy, better than any, they say, since Lake and Benson fifteen years ago; but Ward was in too great a passion, or he would have done for Fielder long before old Hoxton was seen mooning that way. So you see, if any of the fellows should be about, it would never do for you to be seen going to bind up his wounds, but I can tell him you are much obliged, and all that.’
‘Obliged, indeed!’ said Ethel. ‘What, for making me the laughing-stock of the school?’
‘No, indeed,’ cried Aubrey, distressed. ‘He said not a word—they only found it out—because he found that seat for you, and papa sent him away with you. They only meant to poke fun, and it was his caring that made it come home to him. I wonder you don’t like to find that such a fellow stood up for you.’
‘I don’t like to be made ridiculous.’
‘Tom does not know it, and shall not,’ eagerly interposed Aubrey.
‘Thank you,’ said she, with all her heart.
‘Then don’t be savage. You know he can’t help it if he does think you so handsome, and it is very hard that you should be affronted with him, just when he can’t see out of one of his eyes.’
‘For that matter,’ said Ethel, her voice trembling, ‘one likes generosity in any sort of a cause; but as to this, the only way is to laugh at it.’
Aubrey thought this ‘only way’ hardly taken by the cachinnation with which she left him, for he was sure that her eyes were full of tears; and after mature consideration he decided that he should only get into a fresh scrape by letting Leonard know that she was aware of the combat and its motive.
‘If I were ten years younger, this might be serious,’ meditated Ethel. ‘Happily, it is only a droll adventure for me in my old age, and I have heard say that a little raving for a grown-up woman is a wholesome sort of delusion, at his time of life. So I need not worry about it, and it is pretty and touching while it lasts, good fellow!’
Ethel had, in fact, little occasion to worry herself; for all special manifestations of Leonard’s devotion ceased. Whether it were that Tom with his grave satirical manner contrived to render the house disagreeable to both brother and sister, or whether Leonard’s boyish bashfulness had taken alarm, and his admiration expended itself in the battle for her charms, there was no knowing. All that was certain was, that the Wards seldom appeared at Dr. May’s, although elsewhere Mary and Aubrey saw a great deal of their respective friends, and through both, Ethel heard from time to time of Leonard, chiefly as working hard at school, but finding that his illness had cost him not only the last half year’s learning, but some memory and power of application. He was merging into the ordinary schoolboy—a very good thing for him no doubt, though less beautiful than those Coombe fancies. And what were they worth?
CHAPTER VII
Little specks of daily trouble— Petty grievance, petty strife— Filling up with drops incessant To the brim the cup of life.
Deeper import have these trifles Than we think or care to know: In the air a feather floating, Tells from whence the breezes blow.—REV. G. MONSELL
The first brightening of the orphaned house of Bankside had been in Leonard’s return. The weeks of his absence had been very sore ones to Averil, while she commenced the round of duties that were a heavy burthen for one so young, and became, instead of the petted favourite, the responsible head of the house.
She was willing and glad to accept the care of her little sisters—docile bright children—who were pleased to return to the orderly habits so long interrupted, and were so intelligent, that her task of teaching was a pleasant one; and almost motherly love towards them grew up as she felt their dependence on her, and enjoyed their caresses.
With Henry she had less in common. He expected of her what she had not learnt, and was not willing to acquire. A man interfering in the woman’s province meets little toleration; and Henry was extremely precise in his requirements of exact order, punctuality, and excellence, in all the arrangements of his house. While breaking her in to housekeeping, he made himself appear almost in the light of a task-master—and what was worse, of a despised task-master. Averil thought she could not respect a brother whose displeasure was manifested by petulance, not sternness, and who cared not only about his dinner, but about the tidy appearance of the drawing-room—nay, who called that tasty which she thought vulgar, made things stiff where she meant them to be easy and elegant, and prepared the place to be the butt of Tom May’s satire.
Henry was not a companion to her. His intellect was lower, his education had not been of the same order, and he had not the manly force of character that makes up for everything in a woman’s eyes. Where she had talents, he had pretensions—just enough to make his judgments both conceited and irritating; and where her deeper thoughts and higher aspirations were concerned, she met either a blank or a growing jealousy of the influence of the clergy and of the May family.
Yet Henry Ward was really a good brother, sacrificing much to his orphan sisters, and living a moral and religious life—such as gained for him much credit, and made Mrs. Ledwich congratulate Averil on the great excellence and kindness of her incomparable brother.
