"So you won't be indebted to me for a penny? What a proud woman you are, Miss Muir.""I am; it's a family failing." And she gave him a significant glance, which recalled to him the memory of who she was. He understood her feeling, and liked her the better for it, knowing that he would have done the same had he been in her place. It was a little thing, but if done for effect, it answered admirably, for it showed a quick insight into his character on her part, and betrayed to him the existence of a pride in which he sympathized heartily. He stood by Jean a moment, watching her as she burnt Edward's letter in the blaze of the spirit lamp under the urn.
"Why do you do that?" he asked involuntarily.
"Because it is my duty to forget" was all her answer.
"Can you always forget when it becomes a duty?""I wish I could! I wish I could!"
She spoke passionately, as if the words broke from her against her will, and, rising hastily, she went into the garden, as if afraid to stay.
"Poor, dear Jean is very unhappy about something, but I can't discover what it is. Last night I found her crying over a rose, and now she runs away, looking as if her heart was broken. I'm glad I've got no lessons.""What kind of a rose?" asked Coventry from behind his paper as Bella paused.
"A lovely white one. It must have come from the Hall;we have none like it. I wonder if Jean was ever going to be married, and lost her lover, and felt sad because the flower reminded her of bridal roses." Coventry made no reply, but felt himself change countenance as he recalled the little scene behind the rose hedge, where he gave Jean the flower which she had refused yet taken. Presently, to Bella's surprise, he flung down the paper, tore Sydney's note to atoms, and rang for his horse with an energy which amazed her.
"Why, Gerald, what has come over you? One would think Ned's restless spirit had suddenly taken possession of you. What are you going to do?""I'm going to work" was the unexpected answer, as Coventry turned toward her with an expression so rarely seen on his fine face.
"What has waked you up all at once?" asked Bella, looking more and more amazed.
"You did," he said, drawing her toward him.
"I! When? How?"
"Do you remember saying once that energy was better than beauty in a man, and that no one could respect an idler?""I never said anything half so sensible as that.
Jean said something like it once, I believe, but I forgot. Are you tired of doing nothing, at last, Gerald?""Yes, I neglected my duty to Ned, till he got into trouble, and now I reproach myself for it. It's not too late to do other neglected tasks, so I'm going at them with a will. Don't say anything about it to anyone, and don't laugh at me, for I'm in earnest, Bell.""I know you are, and I admire and love you for it, my dear old boy," cried Bella enthusiastically, as she threw her arms about his neck and kissed him heartily. "What will you do first?" she asked, as he stood thoughtfully smoothing the bright head that leaned upon his shoulder, with that new expression still clear and steady in his face.
"I'm going to ride over the whole estate, and attend to things as a master should; not leave it all to Bent, of whom I've heard many complaints, but have been too idle to inquire about them. I shall consult Uncle, and endeavor to be all that my father was in his time. Is that a worthy ambition, dear?""Oh, Gerald, let me tell Mamma. It will make her so happy. You are her idol, and to hear you say these things, to see you look so like dear Papa, would do more for her spirits than all the doctors in England.""Wait till I prove what my resolution is worth. When I have really done something, then I'll surprise Mamma with a sample of my work.""Of course you'll tell Lucia?"
"Not on any account. It is a little secret between us, so keep it till I give you leave to tell it.""But Jean will see it at once; she knows everything that happens, she is so quick and wise. Do you mind her knowing?""I don't see that I can help it if she is so wonderfully gifted. Let her see what she can, I don't mind her. Now I'm off." And with a kiss to his sister, a sudden smile on his face, Coventry sprang upon his horse and rode away at a pace which caused the groom to stare after him in blank amazement.
Nothing more was seen of him till dinnertime, when he came in so exhilarated by his brisk ride and busy morning that he found some difficulty in assuming his customary manner, and more than once astonished the family by talking animatedly on various subjects which till now had always seemed utterly uninteresting to him. Lucia was amazed, his mother delighted, and Bella could hardly control her desire to explain the mystery;but Jean took it very calmly and regarded him with the air of one who said, "I understand, but you will soon tire of it." This nettled him more than he would confess, and he exerted himself to silently contradict that prophecy.
"Have you answered Mr. Sydney's letter?" asked Bella, when they were all scattered about the drawing room after dinner.
"No," answered her brother, who was pacing up and down with restless steps, instead of lounging near his beautiful cousin.
"I ask because I remembered that Ned sent a message for him in my last note, as he thought you would know Sydney's address.
Here it is, something about a horse. Please put it in when you write,"and Bella laid the note on the writing table nearby.
