required an apology, whereupon Leonard burst out in passion at being disbelieved, and Averil was no less indignant. The storm raged till the business of the day interrupted it; and in Henry’s absence, Averil and her brother worked up their wrath again, at the atrocity of the assertion regarding the child of their entertainers, the granddaughter of their truest, kindest friend.
Averil would have rushed to Mary with the whole story, but for Leonard’s solemn asseveration that if ever it came to the ears of any one of the Mays, he should send back his rifle to Mr. Ernescliffe, and work his way out to one of the colonies rather than again look any of the family in the face.
Henry divided his opponents next time, asking Leonard, in his sister’s absence, whether he had come to his senses and would apologize? Leonard hoped Henry had come to his! On the whole, the dispute had lost some asperity by the absence of Averil, and though Leonard held his ground, and maintained that he had every right to deny the statement, and that it was Henry’s duty to make Mrs. Pugh contradict it everywhere, yet the two approached nearer together, and there was less misunderstanding, fewer personalities.
But Averil could not forget or forgive. She persisted in manifesting her displeasure, and recurred to the subject till her pertinacity wore out Leonard himself.
‘Nonsense, Ave,’ he said at last, ‘it was a foolish woman’s gossip that Henry ought to have quashed; but that is no reason you should treat them like toads.’
‘Would you have me sanction vile slander?’
‘As if you were sanctioning slander by being decently civil! Is not it an intolerable thing that we three should never sit down to a meal in peace together?’
‘O, Leonard, don’t you think I feel the misery?’
Put an end to it then, and don’t pit those poor children one against the other. Just fancy Minna’s saying to me, “I love you and sister, but Ella loves Mrs. Pugh and Henry.”’
‘Yes, they have set Ella against me. She always appeals to Henry, and I can do nothing with her.’
Leonard looked out of the window and whistled, then said, as if he had made a discovery, ‘I’ll tell you what, Ave, something must be done to set things to rights between us, and I believe the best thing will be to call on Mrs. Pugh.’
‘Not to apologize! O, Leonard!’
‘Stuff and nonsense! Only to show we don’t bear malice. Henry had been at you to call ever so long before this, had he not?’
‘I can’t see any reason for intimacy.’
‘I declare, Ave, you are too bad! I only want you just to keep the peace with your own brother. You have led him the life of a dog these three days, and now when I want you to be a little obliging, you talk of intimacy!’
‘Only because I know how it will be. If I give that woman an inch, she will take an ell.’
‘Let her then. It would be much better than always living at daggers-drawn with one’s brother.’ Then, after waiting for her to say something, he added, ‘If you won’t go with me, I shall go alone.’
Averil rose, subdued but not convinced, reverencing her brother, but afraid of his concessions.
However, the call turned out well. Mrs. Pugh had a talent for making herself agreeable, and probably had liked the boy for his outburst. She would not let Mab be excluded, loaded her with admiration, and was extremely interested in the volunteer practice, so that both the young people were subjugated for the time by her pleasant manners, and went away ashamed of their own rancour against one so friendly and good-natured, and considerably relieved of their burden of animosity.
Their greeting to their brother was so cordial that he perceived their good-will, and was sorry that the dread of an evening of warfare had induced him to accept an invitation to dine at the Swan with Sam Axworthy and a party of his friends.
CHAPTER X
This night is my departing night, For here nae longer must I stay; There’s neither friend nor foe of mine But wishes me away. What I have done through lack of wit, I never, never can recall: I hope ye’re all my friends as yet. Good night, and joy be with you all. Armstrong’s Good Night
The storm had blown over, but heavy flakes of cloud still cumbered the air, and gusts of wind portended that it might gather again.
Henry Ward took this opportunity of giving his first dinner party. He said it was a necessary return for the civilities they had received; and to Averil’s representation that it transgressed the system of rigid economy that so much tormented her, he replied by referring her to Mrs. Pugh for lessons in the combination of style and inexpensiveness.
Averil had almost refused, but the lady herself proffered her instructions, and reluctance was of no avail; nothing but demonstrations from which her conscience shrank, could have served to defend her from the officious interference so eagerly and thankfully encouraged by the master of the house. Vainly did she protest against pretension, and quote the example of the Grange; she found herself compelled to sacrifice the children’s lessons to learn of Mrs. Pugh to make the paper flowers that, with bonbons and sweetmeats, were to save the expense of good food on the dinner-table, and which she feared would be despised by Miss May, nay, perhaps laughed over with ‘Mr. Tom!’
She hated the whole concern, even the invitation to Dr. and Miss May, knowing that it was sent in formal vanity, accepted in pure good-nature, would bring them into society they did not like, and expose her brother’s bad taste. Only one thing could have added to her dislike, namely—that which all Stoneborough perceived excepting herself and Leonard—that this dinner was intended as a step in Henry’s courtship, and possibly as an encouragement of Harvey Anderson’s liking for herself. Averil held her head so high, and was so little popular, that no one of less assurance than Mrs. Ledwich herself would have dared approach her with personal gossip; and even Mrs. Ledwich was silent here; so that Averil, too young and innocent to connect second marriages with recent widowhood, drew no conclusions from Henry’s restless eagerness that his household should present the most imposing appearance.
While the bill of fare was worrying Averil, Leonard was told by Aubrey, that his father had brought home a fossil Tower of Babel, dug up with some earth out of a new well, three miles off, with tidings of other unheard-of treasures, and a walk was projected in quest of them, in which Leonard was invited to join. He gladly came to the early dinner, where he met reduced numbers—the Ernescliffes being at Maplewood, Tom at Cambridge, and Harry in the Channel fleet; and as usual, he felt the difference between the perfect understanding and friendship in the
