Mary, I thought you would like to be here.'
'Thank you, thank you, you are always kind.'
'There now, Mary, don't let yourself be overcome. You would not bring him back again, I know. Come, lie down and rest. There-that is right-and don't think of coming down stairs. You think your mamma had better not, don't you?'
'Much better not, thank you, grandmamma,' said Henrietta, as she assisted in settling her mother on the sofa. 'She is tired and overcome now, but she will be herself after a rest.'
'And ask for anything you like, my dear. A glass of wine or a cup of coffee; Judith will get you one in a moment. Won't you have a cup of coffee, Mary, my dear?'
'Thank you, no thank you,' said Mrs. Frederick Langford, raising herself. 'Indeed I am sorry-it is very foolish.' Here the choking sob came again, and she was forced to lie down. Grandmamma stood by, warming a shawl to throw over her, and pitying her in audible whispers. 'Poor thing, poor thing! it is very sad for her. There! a pillow, my dear? I'll fetch one out of my room. No? Is her head high enough? Some sal-volatile? Yes, Mary, would you not like some sal-volatile?'
And away she went in search of it, while Henrietta, excessively distressed, knelt by her mother, who, throwing her arms round her neck, wept freely for some moments, then laid her head on the cushions again, saying, 'I did not think I was so weak!'
'Dearest mamma,' said Henrietta, kissing her and feeling very guilty.
'If I have not distressed grandmamma!' said her mother anxiously. 'No, never mind me, my dear, it was fatigue and-'
Still she could not finish, so painfully did the familiar voices, the unchanged furniture, recall both her happy childhood and the bridal days when she had last entered the house, that it seemed as it were a new thing, a fresh shock to miss the tone that was never to be heard there again. Why should all around be the same, when all within was altered? But it had been only the first few moments that had overwhelmed her, and the sound of Mrs. Langford's returning footsteps recalled her habit of self-control; she thanked her, held out her quivering hand, drank the sal-volatile, pronounced herself much better, and asked pardon for having given so much trouble.
'Trouble? my dear child, no such thing! I only wish I could see you better. No doubt it is too much for you, this coming home the first time; but then you know poor Fred is gone to a better-Ah! well, I see you can't bear to speak of him, and perhaps after all quiet is the best thing. Don't let your mamma think of dressing and coming down, my dear.'
There was a little combat on this point, but it ended in Mrs. Frederick Langford yielding, and agreeing to remain upstairs. Grandmamma would have waited to propose to her each of the dishes that were to appear at table, and hear which she thought would suit her taste; but very fortunately, as Henrietta thought, a bell rang at that moment, which she pronounced to be 'the half-hour bell,' and she hastened away, telling her granddaughter that dinner would be ready at half-past five, and calling the maid outside the door to giver her full directions where to procure anything that her mistress might want.
'Dear grandmamma! just like herself!' said Mrs. Frederick Langford. 'But Henrietta, my dear,' she added with some alarm, 'make haste and dress: you must never be too late in this house!'
Henrietta was not much accustomed to dress to a moment, and she was too anxious about her mamma to make speed with her whole will, and her hair was in no state of forwardness when the dinner-bell rang, causing her mamma to start and hasten her with an eager, almost alarmed manner. 'You don't know how your grandmamma dislikes being kept waiting,' said she.
At last she was ready, and running down, found all the rest assembled, evidently waiting for her. Frederick, looking anxious, met her at the door to receive her assurances that their mother was better; the rest inquired, and her apologies were cut short by grandmamma calling them to eat her turkey before it grew cold. The spirits of all the party were perhaps damped by Mrs. Frederick Langford's absence and its cause, for the dinner was not a very lively one, nor the conversation very amusing to Henrietta and Frederick, as it was chiefly on the news of the country neighborhood, in which Uncle Geoffrey showed much interest.
As soon as she was released from the dining-room, Henrietta ran up to her mamma, whom she found refreshed and composed. 'But, O mamma, is this a good thing for you?' said Henrietta, looking at the red case containing her father's miniature, which had evidently been only just closed on her entrance.
'The very best thing for me, dearest,' was the answer, now given in her own calm tones. 'It does truly make me happier than anything else. No, don't look doubtful, my Henrietta; if it were repining it might hurt me, but I trust it is not.'
'And does this really comfort you, mamma?' said Henrietta, as she pressed the spring, and gazed thoughtfully on the portrait. 'O, I cannot fancy that! the more I think, the more I try to realize what it might have been, think what Uncle Geoffrey is to Beatrice, till sometimes, O mamma, I feel quite rebellious!'
'You will be better disciplined in time, my poor child,' said her mother, sadly. 'As your grandmamma said, who could be so selfish as to wish him here?'
'And can you bear to say so, mamma?'
She clasped her hands and looked up, and Henrietta feared she had gone too far. Both were silent for some little time, until at last the daughter timidly asked, 'And was this your old room, mamma?'
'Yes: look in that shelf in the corner; there are all our old childish books. Bring that one,' she added, as Henrietta took one out, and opening it, she showed in the fly-leaf the well-written 'F.H. Langford,' with the giver's name; and below in round hand, scrawled all over the page, 'Mary Vivian, the gift of her cousin Fred.' 'I believe that you may find that in almost all of them,' said she. 'I am glad they have been spared from the children at Sutton Leigh. Will you bring me a few more to look over, before you go down again to grandmamma?'
Henrietta did not like to leave her, and lingered while she made a selection for her among the books, and from that fell into another talk, in which they were interrupted by a knock at the door, and the entrance of Mrs. Langford herself. She sat a little time, and asked of health, strength, and diet, until she bustled off again to see if there was a good fire in Geoffrey's room, telling Henrietta that tea would soon be ready.
Henrietta's ideas of grandmammas were formed on the placid Mrs. Vivian, naturally rather indolent, and latterly very infirm, although considerably younger than Mrs. Langford; and she stood looking after in speechless amazement, her mamma laughing at her wonder. 'But, my dear child,' she said, 'I beg you will go down. It will never do to have you staying up here all the evening.'
Henrietta was really going this time, when as she opened the door, she was stopped by a new visitor. This was an elderly respectable-looking maid-servant, old Judith, whose name was well known to her. She had been nursery-maid at Knight Sutton at the time 'Miss Mary' arrived from India, and was now, what in a more modernized family would have been called ladies'-maid or housekeeper, but here was a nondescript office, if anything, upper housemaid. How she was loved and respected is known to all who are happy enough to possess a 'Judith.'
'I beg your pardon, miss,' said she, as Henrietta opened the door just before her, and Mrs. Frederick Langford, on hearing her voice, called out, 'O Judith! is that you? I was in hopes you were coming to see me.'
She advanced with a courtesy, at the same time affectionately taking the thin white hand stretched out to her. 'I hope you are better, ma'am. It is something like old times to have you here again.'
'Indeed I am very glad to be here, Judith,' was the answer, 'and very glad to see you looking like your own dear self.'
'Ah! Miss Mary; I beg your pardon, ma'am; I wish I could see you looking better.'
'I shall, I hope, to-morrow, thank you, Judith. But you have not been introduced to Henrietta, there.'
'But I have often heard of you, Judith,' said Henrietta, cordially holding out her hand. Judith took it, and looked at her with affectionate earnestness. 'Sure enough, miss,' said she, 'as Missus says, you are the very picture of your mamma when she went away; but I think I see a look of poor Master Frederick too.'
'Have you seen my brother, Judith?' asked Henrietta, fearing a second discussion on likenesses.
'Yes, Miss Henrietta; I was coming down from Missus's room, when Mr. Geoffrey stopped me to ask how I did, and he said 'Here's a new acquaintance for you, Judith,' and there was Master Frederick. I should have known him anywhere, and he spoke so cheerful and pleasant. A fine young gentleman he is, to be sure.'
'Why, we must be like your grandchildren!' said Henrietta; 'but O! here comes Fred.'
And Judith discreetly retreated as Fred entered bearing a summons to his sister to come down to tea, saying
