as it might to be martyred. And the same about going to school.'
'Yes, yes; exactly,' said Henrietta, 'if she thinks it is right, bear it she will, cost her what it may! O there is nobody like mamma. Busy Bee says so, and she knows, living in London and seeing so many people as she does.'
'I never saw anyone so like a queen,' said Fred. 'No, nor anyone so beautiful, though she is so pale and thin. People say you are like her in her young days, Henrietta; and to be sure, you have a decent face of your own, but you will never be as beautiful as mamma, not if you live to be a hundred.'
'You are afraid to compliment my face because it is so like your own, Master Fred,' retorted his sister; 'but one comfort is, that I shall grow more like her by living to a hundred, whereas you will lose all the little likeness you have, and grow a grim old Black-beard! But I was going to say, Fred, that, though I think there is a great deal of truth in what Uncle Geoffrey said, yet I do believe that poor grandmamma made it worse. You know she had always been in India, and knew less about boys than mamma, who had been brought up with papa and my uncles, so she might really believe that everything was dangerous; and I have often seen her quite as much alarmed, or more perhaps, about you-her consolations just showing that she was in a dreadful fright, and making mamma twice as bad.'
'Well,' said Fred, sighing, 'that is all over now, and she thought she was doing it all for the best.'
'And,' proceeded Henrietta, 'I think, and Queen Bee thinks, that this perpetual staying on at Rocksand was more owing to her than to mamma. She imagined that mamma could not bear the sight of Knight Sutton, and that it was a great kindness to keep her from thinking of moving-'
'Ay, and that nobody can doctor her but Mr. Clarke,' added Fred.
'Till now, I really believe,' said Henrietta, 'that the possibility of moving has entirely passed out of her mind, and she no more believes that she can do it than that the house can.'
'Yes,' said Fred, 'I do not think a journey occurs to her among events possible, and yet without being very fond of this place.'
'Fond! O no! it never was meant to be a home, and has nothing homelike about it! All her affections are really at Knight Sutton, and if she once went there, she would stay and be so much happier among her own friends, instead of being isolated here with me. In grandmamma's time it was not so bad for her, but now she has no companion at all but me. Rocksand has all the loneliness of the country without its advantages.'
'There is not much complaint as to happiness, after all,' said Fred.
'No, O no! but then it is she who makes it delightful, and it cannot be well for her to have no one to depend upon but me. Besides, how useless one is here. No opportunity of doing anything for the poor people, no clergyman who will put one into the way of being useful. O how nice it would be at Knight Sutton!'
'And perhaps she would be cured of her fears,' added Fred; 'she would find no one to share them, and be convinced by seeing that the cousins there come to no harm. I wish Uncle Geoffrey would recommend it!'
'Well, we will see what we can do,' said Henrietta. 'I do think we may persuade her, and I think we ought; it would be for her happiness and for yours, and on all accounts I am convinced that it ought to be done.'
And as Henrietta came to this serious conclusion, they entered the steep straggling street of the little town of Rocksand, and presently were within the gates of the sweep which led to the door of the verandahed Gothic cottage, which looked very tempting for summer's lodging, but was little fitted for a permanent abode.
In spite of all the longing wishes expressed during the drive, no ancestral home, beloved by inheritance, could have been entered with more affectionate rapture than that with which Frederick Langford sprung from the carriage, and flew to the arms of his mother, receiving and returning such a caress as could only be known by a boy conscious that he had done nothing to forfeit home love and confidence.
Turning back the fair hair that hung over his forehead, Mrs. Langford looked into his eyes, saying, half- interrogatively, half-affirmatively, 'All right, Fred? Nothing that we need be afraid to tell Uncle Geoffrey? Well, Henrietta, he is grown, but he has not passed you yet. And now, Freddy, tell us about your examination,' added she, as fondly leaning on his arm, she proceeded into the drawing-room, and they sat down together on the sofa, talking eagerly and joyously.
Mrs. Frederick Henry Langford, to give her her proper style, was in truth one whose peculiar love- liness of countenance well deserved the admiration expressed by her son. It was indeed pale and thin, but the features were beautifully formed, and had that expression of sweet placid resignation which would have made a far plainer face beautiful. The eyes were deep dark blue, and though sorrow and suffering had dimmed their brightness, their softness was increased; the smile was one of peace, of love, of serenity; of one who, though sorrow-stricken, as it were, before her time, had lived on in meek patience and submission, almost a child in her ways, as devoted to her mother, as little with a will and way of her own, as free from the cares of this work-a-day world. The long luxuriant dark brown hair, which once, as now with Henrietta, had clustered in thick glossy ringlets over her comb and round her face, was in thick braids beneath the delicate lace cap which suited with her plain black silk dress. Her figure was slender, so tall that neither her well-grown son nor daughter had yet reached her height, and, as Frederick said, with something queenlike in its unconscious grace and dignity.
As a girl she had been the merriest of the merry, and even now she had great playfulness of manner, and threw herself into the occupation of the moment with a life and animation that gave an uncommon charm to her manners, so that how completely sorrow had depressed and broken her spirit would scarcely have been guessed by one who had not known her in earlier days.
Frederick's account of his journey and of his school news was heard and commented on, a work of time extending far into the dinner; the next matter in the regular course of conversation on the day of arrival was to talk over Uncle and Aunt Geoffrey's proceedings, and the Knight Sutton affairs.
'So, Uncle Geoffrey has been in the North?' said Fred.
'Yes, on a special retainer,' said Mrs. Langford, 'and very much he seems to have enjoyed his chance of seeing York Cathedral.'
'He wrote to me in court,' said Fred, 'to tell me what books I had better get up for this examination, and on a bit of paper scribbled all over one side with notes of the evidence. He said the Cathedral was beautiful beyond all he ever imagined.'
'Had he never seen it before?' said Henrietta. 'Lawyers seem made to travel in their vacations.'
'Uncle Geoffrey could not be spared,' said her mamma; 'I do not know what Grandmamma Langford would do if he cheated her of anymore of his holidays than he bestows upon us. He is far too valuable to be allowed to take his own pleasure.'
'Besides, his own pleasure is at Knight Sutton,' said Henrietta.
'He goes home just as he used from school,' said Mrs. Langford. 'Indeed, except a few grey hairs and 'crowsfeet,' he is not in the least altered from those days; his work and play come in just the same way.'
'And, as his daughter says, he is just as much the home pet,' added Henrietta, 'only rivalled by Busy Bee herself.'
'No,' said Fred, 'according to Aunt Geoffrey, there are two suns in one sphere: Queen Bee is grandpapa's pet, Uncle Geoffrey grandmamma's. It must be great fun to see them.'
'Happy people!' said Mrs. Langford.
'Henrietta says,' proceeded Fred, 'that there is a house to be let at Knight Sutton.'
'The Pleasance; yes, I know it well,' said his mother: 'it is not actually in the parish, but close to the borders, and a very pretty place.'
'With a pretty little stream in the garden, Fred, 'said Henrietta, 'and looking into that beautiful Sussex coom, that there is a drawing of in mamma's room.'
'What size is it?' added Fred.
'The comparative degree,' said Mrs. Langford, 'but my acquaintance with it does not extend beyond the recollection of a pretty-looking drawing-room with French windows, and a lawn where I used to be allowed to run about when I went with Grandmamma Langford to call on the old Miss Drakes. I wonder your Uncle Roger does not take it, for those boys can scarcely, I should think, be wedged into Sutton Leigh when they are all at home.'
'I wish some one else would take it,' said Fred.
'Some one,' added Henrietta, 'who would like it of all things, and be quite at home there.'
