UNDER THE SAME OAK.
Dolly threw off her hat and went down to the kitchen premises. Mr.
Shubrick repaired to the sick-room and relieved Mrs. Copley. That lady,
descending to the lower part of the house, found Dolly very busy with
the supper-table, and apparently much flushed with the hot weather.
"Your father's getting well!" she said with a sigh.
"That's good news, I am sure, mother."
"Yes,--it's good news," Mrs. Copley repeated doubtfully; "but it seems
as if everything good in this world had a bad side to it."
Dolly stood still. "What's the matter?" she said.
"Oh, he's so uneasy. As restless end fidgetty as a fish out of water.
He is contented with nothing except when Mr. Shubrick is near him; he
behaves quietly then, at least, however he feels. I believe it takes a
man to manage a man. Though I never saw a man before that could manage
your father. _He_ laughs at it, and says it is the habit of giving
orders."
"Who laughs at it?"
"Mr. Shubrick, to be sure. You don't suppose your father owns to
minding orders? But he does mind, for all that. What will become of us
when that young man goes away?"
"Why, mother?"
"My patience, Dolly! what have you done to heat yourself so! Your face
is all flushed. Do keep away from the fire, or you'll certainly spoil
your complexion. You're all flushed up, child."
"But father,--what about father?"
"Oh, he's just getting ready to take his own head, as soon as Mr.
Shubrick slips the bridle off. He's talking of going up to town
already; and he will go, I know, as soon as he _can_ go; and then,
Dolly, then--I don't know what will become of us!"
Mrs. Copley put her hands over her face, and the last words were spoken
with such an accent of forlorn despair, that Dolly saw her mother must
have found out or divined much that she had tried to keep from her. She
hesitated with her answer. Somehow, the despair and the forlornness had
gone out of Dolly's heart.
"I hope--I think--there will be some help, mother."
"Where is it to come from?" said Mrs. Copley sharply. "We are as alone
as we can be. We might as well be on a desert island. Now you have sent
off Mr. St. Leger--oh, how obstinate children are! and how little they
know what is for their good!"
This subject was threadbare. Dolly let it drop. It may be said she did
that with every subject that was started that evening. Mr. Shubrick at
supper made brave efforts to keep the talk a going; but it would not
go. Dolly said nothing; and Mrs. Copley in the best of times was never
much help in a conversation. Just now she had rather a preoccupied
manner; and I am by no means certain that, with the superhuman keenness
of intuition possessed by mothers, she had not begun to discern a
subtle danger in the air. The pressure of one fear being removed, there
was leisure for any other to come up. However, Mr. Shubrick concerned
himself only about Dolly's silence, and watched her to find out what it
meant. She attended to all her duties, even to taking care of him,
which to be sure was one of her duties; but she never looked at him.
The same veil of shy grace which had fallen upon her in the wood, was
around her still, and tantalised him.
Nor did he get another chance to speak to her alone through the next
two days that passed; carefully as he sought for it. Dolly was not to
be found or met with, unless sitting at the table behind her tea-urn
and with her mother opposite. Mr. Shubrick bided his time in a mixture
of patience and impatience. The latter needs no accounting for; the
former was half brought about and maintained by the exquisite manner of
Dolly's presentation of herself those days. The delicate, coy grace
which invested her, it is difficult to describe it or the effect of it.
She was not awkward, she was not even embarrassed, the least bit in the
world; she was grave and fair and unapproachable, with the rarest
maidenly shyness, which took the form of the rarest womanly dignity.
She was grave, at least when Mr. Shubrick saw her; but watching her as
he did narrowly and constantly, he could perceive now and then a slight
break in the gravity of her looks, which made his heart bound with a
great thrill. It was not so much a smile as a light upon her lips; a
play of them; which he persuaded himself was not unhappy. The
loveliness of the whole manifestation of Dolly during those two days,
went a good way towards keeping him quiet; but naturally it worked two
ways. And human patience has limits.
The second day, Mr. Shubrick's had given out. He came in from his walk
to the village, bringing Mrs. Copley something she had commissioned him
to get from thence; and found both ladies sitting at a late dinner. And
not the young officer's eyes alone marked the sudden flush which rose
in Dolly's cheeks when he appeared, and the lowered eyelids as he stood
opposite her.
"We began to review the park, the other day," he said, eyeing her
steadily. "Can we have another walk in it this afternoon, Miss Dolly?
The first was so pleasant."
"I shouldn't think you'd go pleasuring just now, Dolly, when your
father wants you," said Mrs. Copley. "You have seen hardly anything of
him lately. I should think you would go and sit with him this
afternoon. I know he would like it."
Whether this arrangement was agreeable to the present parties
concerned, or either of them, did not appear. Of course the most
decorous acquiescence was all that came to light. A little later, Mr.
Shubrick himself, being thus relieved from duty, quitted the house and
strolled down to the bridge and over it into the park; and Dolly slowly
went upstairs to her father's room. It was true, she had been there
lately less than usual; but there had been a reason for that. Her
conscience was not charged with any neglect.
Mr. Copley seemed sleepily inclined; and after a word or two exchanged
with him Dolly began to go round the room, looking to see if anything
needed her ordering hand. Truly she found nothing. Coming to the
window, she paused a moment in idle wistfulness to see how the summer
sunshine lay upon the oaks of the park. And standing there, she saw Mr.
Shubrick, slowly going over the bridge. She turned away and went on
with her progress round the room.
"What are you about there, Dolly?" Mr. Copley called to her.
"Just seeing if anything wants my attention, father."
"Nothing does, I can tell you. The room is all right, and everything in
it. I've been kept in order, since I have had a naval officer to attend
upon me."
"Don't I keep things in order, father?"
"If you do, your mother don't. She thinks that anywhere is a place, and
that one place is as good as another."
"Mother seems to think I have neglected you lately. Have you missed me?"
"Missed you! no. I have had care and company. Where did you pick up
that young man, Dolly?"
"I, father? I didn't pick him up."
"How came he here, then? What brought him?"
"I don't know," said Dolly. "Would you like to have me read to you?"
"No, child. Shubrick reads to me and talks to me. He's capital company,
though he's one of your blue sort."
"Father! He is not blue, nor am I. Do you think I am blue?"
"Sky blue," said her father. "He's navy blue. That's the difference."
"I do not understand the difference," said Dolly, half laughing.
"Never mind. What have you done with Mr. Shubrick?"
"I?" said Dolly, aghast.
"Yes. Where is he?"
"Oh!--I believe, mother sent him into the park."
"Sent him into the park? What for?"
"I do not mean that she sent him," said Dolly, correcting herself in
some embarrassment; "I mean, that she sent me up here, and he went into
the park."
"I wish he'd come back, then. I want him to finish reading to me that
capital article on English and European politics."
"Can I finish it?"
"No, child. You don't understand anything about the subject. Shubrick
does. I like to discuss things with him; he's got a clear head of his
own; he's a capital talker. When is he going?"
"Going where, father?"
"Going away. He can't stay here for ever, reading politics and putting
my room in order. How long is he going to stay?"
"I do not know."
"Well--when he goes I shall go! I shall not be able to hold out here. I
shall go back to London. I can't live where there is not a man to speak
to some time in the twenty-four hours. Besides, I can do nothing here.
I might as well be a cabbage, and a cabbage without a head to it."
"Are we cabbages?" asked Dolly at this. "Mother and I?"
"Cabbage roses, my dear; cabbage roses. Nothing worse than that."
"But even cabbage roses, father, want somebody to take care of them."
"I'll take care of you. But I can do it best in London."
"Then you do not want me to read to you father?" Dolly said after a
pause.
"No, my dear, no, my dear. If you could find that fellow Shubrick--I
should like him."
And Mr. Copley closed his eyes as if to sleep, finding nothing worthy
to occupy his waking faculties. Dolly sat by the window, looking out
and meditating. Yes, Mr. Shubrick would be going away, probably soon;
his furlough could not last always. Meanwhile, she had given him no
answer to his questions and propositions. It was rather hard upon him,
Dolly felt; and she had a sort of yearning sympathy towards her suitor.
A little impatience seized her at being shut up here in her father's
room, where he did not want her, and kept from the walk in the park
with Mr. Shubrick, who did want her. He wanted her very much, Dolly
knew; he had been waiting patiently, and she had disappointed every
effort he made to get speech of her and see her alone, just because she
was shy of him and of herself. But it was hardly fair to him, after
all, and it could not go on. He had a right to know what she would say
to his proposition; and she was keeping him in uneasiness, (to put it
mildly), Dolly knew quite well. And now, when could she see him? when
would she have a chance to speak to him alone, and to hear all that she
yet wanted to hear? but indeed Dolly now was thinking not so much of
what she wanted as of what _he_ wanted; and her uneasiness grew. He
might be obliged to go off suddenly; officers' orders are stubborn
things; she might have no chance at all, for aught she knew, after this
afternoon. She looked at her father; he had dozed off. She looked out
of the window; the afternoon sun, sinking away in the west, was sending
a flood of warm light upon and among the trees of the park. It must be
wonderfully pretty there! It must be vastly pleasant there! And there,
perhaps, Mr. Shubrick was sitting at this moment on the bank, wishing
for her, and feeling impatiently that his free time was slipping away.
Dolly's heart stirred uneasily. She had been very shy of him; she was
yet; but now she felt that he had a right to his answer. Something that
took the guise of conscience opposed her shy reserve and fought with
it. Mr. Shubrick had a _right_ to his answer; and she was not treating
him well to let him go without it.
Dolly looked again at her father. Eyes closed, breathing indicative of
gentle slumber. She looked again over at the sunlit park. It was
delicious over there, among its sunny and shadowy glades. Perhaps Mr.
Shubrick had walked on, tempted by the beauty, and was now at a
distance; perhaps he had not been tempted, and was still near, up there
among the trees, wanting to see her.
Dolly turned away from the window and with a quick step went
downstairs. She met nobody. Her straw flat was on the hall table; she
took it up and went out; through the garden, down to the bridge, over
the bridge, with a step not swift but steady. Mr. Shubrick had a right
to his answer, and she was simply doing what was his due, and there
might be no time to lose. She went a little more slowly when she found
herself in the park; and she trembled a little as her eye searched the
grassy openings. She was not quite so confident here. But she went on.
She had not gone very far before she saw him; under the same oak where
they had sat together; lying on his elbow on the turf and reading.
Dolly started, but then advanced slowly, after that one minute's check
and pause. He was reading; he did not see her, and he did not hear her
light footstep coming up the bank; until her figure threw a shadow
which reached him. Then he looked up and sprang up; and perhaps
divining it, met Dolly's hesitation, for, taking her hands he placed
her on the bank beside his open book; which book, Dolly saw, was his
Bible. But her shyness had all come back. The impression made by the
thought of a person, when you do not see him, is something quite
different from the living and breathing flesh and blood personality.
Mr. Shubrick, on the other hand, was in a widely different mood; which
Dolly knew, I suppose, though she could not see.
"This is unlooked-for happiness," said he, throwing himself down on the
bank beside her. "What have you done with Mr. Copley?"
"Nothing. He did not want me. He asked me what I had done with Mr.
Shubrick? I think you have spoiled him." Dolly spoke without looking at
her companion, be it understood, and her breath came a little short.
"And what are you going to do with Mr. Shubrick?" her companion said,
not in the tone of a doubtful man, lying there on the bank and watching
her.
But Dolly found no words. She could not say anything, well though she
recognised Mr. Shubrick's right to have his answer. Her eyes were
absolutely cast down; the colour on her cheek varied a little, yet not
with the overwhelming flushes of the other day. Dolly was struggling
with the sense of duty, the necessity for action, and yet she could not
act. She had come to the scene of action, indeed, and there her bravery
failed her; and she sat with those delicate lights coming and going on
her cheek, and the brown eyes hidden behind the sweep of the lowered
eyelashes; most like a shy child. Mr. Shubrick could have smiled, but
he kept back the smile.
"You know," he said in calm, matter-of-fact tones, that met Dolly's
sense of business, "my action must wait upon your decision. If you do
not let me stay, I must go, and that at once. What do you want me to
do?"
"I do not want you to go," Dolly breathed softly.
Silently Mr. Shubrick held out his hand. As silently, though frankly,
Dolly put hers into it. Still she did not look at him. And he
recognised what sort of a creature he was dealing with, and had sense
and delicacy and tact and manliness enough not to startle her by any
demonstration whatever. He only held the little hand, still and fast,
for a space, during which neither of them said anything; then, however,
he bent his head over the hand and kissed it.
"My fingers are not accustomed to such treatment," said Dolly, half
laughing, and trying hard to strike into an ordinary tone of
conversation, though she left him the hand. "I do not think they ever
were kissed before."
"They have got to learn!" said her companion.
Dolly was silent again. It was with a great joy at her heart that she
felt her hand so clasped and held, and knew that Mr. Shubrick had got
his answer and the thing was done; but she did not show it, unless to a
nice observer. And a nice observer was by her side. Yet he kept silence
too for a while. It was one of those full, blessed silences that are
the very reverse of a blank or a void; when the heart's big treasure is
too much to be immediately unpacked, and words when they come are quite
likely enough not to touch it and to go to something comparatively
indifferent. However, words did not just that on the present occasion.
"Dolly, I am in a sort of amazement at my own happiness," Mr. Shubrick
said.
Dolly could have answered, so was she! but she did not. She only
dimpled a little, and flushed.
"I have been waiting for you all these years," he went on; "and now I
have got you!"
Dolly's dimples came out a little more. "I thought you did not wait,"
she remarked.
Mr. Shubrick laughed. "My heart waited," he said. "I made a boy's
mistake; and I might have paid a man's penalty for it. But I had always
known that you and no other would be my wife, if I could find you. That
is, if I could persuade you; and somehow I never allowed myself to
doubt of that. I did not take such a chance into consideration."
"But I was such a little child," said Dolly.
"Ay," said he; "that was it. You were _such_ a little child."
"But you must have been a very extraordinary midshipman, it seems to
me."
"By the same rule you must have been a very extraordinary little girl."
They both laughed at that.
"I suppose we were both extraordinary," said Dolly; "but, really, Mr.
Shubrick, you know very little about me!"
His answer to that was to kiss again the hand he held.
"What do you know of me?"
"I think I know a great deal about you," said Dolly softly.
"You have a great deal to learn. Wouldn't you like to begin by hearing
how Miss Thayer and I came to an understanding?"
"Oh, yes, yes! if you please," said Dolly, extremely glad to get upon a
more abstract subject of conversation.
"I owe that to myself, perhaps," Mr. Shubrick went on; "and I certainly
owe it to you. I told you how I got into my engagement with her. It was
a boyish fancy; but all the same, I was bound by it; and I should have
been legally bound before now, only that Christina always put off that
whenever I proposed it. I found too that the putting it off did not
make me miserable. Dolly, the case is going to be different this time!"
"You mean," said Dolly doubtfully, "it _is_ going to make you
miserable?"
"No! I mean, you are not going to put me off."
"Oh, but!"----said Dolly flushing, and stopped.
"I have settled that point in my own mind," he said, smiling; "it is as
well you should know it at once.--So time went by, until I went to
spend that Christmas Day in Rome. After that day I knew nearly all that
I know now. Of course it followed, that I could not accept the
invitation to Sorrento, when you were expected to be there. I could not
venture to see you again while I was bound in honour to another woman.
I stayed on board ship, those hot summer days, when all the officers
that could went ashore. I stayed and worked at my problem--what I was
to do."
He paused and Dolly said nothing. She was listening intently, and
entirely forgetting that the sunlight was coming very slant and would
soon be gone, and that home and supper were waiting for her managing
hand. Dolly's eyes were fixed upon another hand, which held hers, and
her ears were strained to catch every word. She rarely dared glance at
Mr. Shubrick's face.
"I wonder what counsel you would have given me?" he went on,--"if I
could have asked it of you as an indifferent person,--which you were."
"I don't know," said Dolly. "I know what people think"----
"Yes, I knew what people think, too; and it a little embarrassed my
considerations. However, Dolly, I made up my mind at last to
this;--that to marry Christina would be acting a lie; that I could not
do that; and that if I could, a lie to be acted all my life long would
be too heavy for me. Negatively, I made up my mind. Positively, I did
not know exactly how I should work it. But I must see Christina. And as
soon as affairs on board ship permitted, I got a furlough of a few days
and went to Sorrento. I got there one lovely afternoon, about three
weeks after you had gone. Sea and sky and the world generally were
flooded with light and colour, so as I have never seen them anywhere
else, it seems to me. You know how it is."
"Yes, I know Sorrento," said Dolly. But just then, an English bank
under English oaks seemed as good to the girl as ever an Italian
paradise. That, naturally, she did not show. "I know Sorrento," she
said quietly.
"And you know the Thayers' villa. I found Christina and Mr. St. Leger
sitting on the green near the house, under an orange tree--symbolical;
and the air was sweet with a thousand other things. I felt it with a
kind of oppression, for the mental prospect was by no means so
delicious."
"No," said Dolly. "And sometimes that feeling of contrast makes one
very keen to see all the lovely things outside of one."
"Do _you_ know that?" said Mr. Shubrick.
"Yes. I know it"
"One can only know it by experience. What experience can you have had,
my Dolly, to let you feel it?"
Dolly turned her eyes on him without speaking. She was thinking of
Venice at midnight under the moon, and a sail, and a wine-shop. Tell
him? No, indeed, never!
"You are not ready to let me know?" said he, smiling. "How long first
must it be?"
"It isn't anything you need know," said Dolly, looking away. But with
that the question flashed upon her, would he not have to know? had he
not a right? "Please go on," she said hurriedly.
"I can go on now easier than I could then," he said with a half laugh.
"I sat down with them, and purposely brought the conversation upon the
theme of my trouble. It came quite naturally, _apropos_ of a case of a
broken engagement which was much talked of just then; and I started my
question. Suppose one or the other of the parties had discovered that
the engagement was a mistake? They gave it dead against me; all of
them; Mrs. Thayer had come out by that time. They were unanimous in
deciding that pledges made must be kept, at all hazards."
"I think that is the general view," said Dolly.
"It is not yours?"
"I never thought much about it. But I think people ought always and
everywhere to be true.--That is nothing to kiss my hand for," Dolly
added with the pretty flush which was coming and going so often this
afternoon.
"You will let me judge of that."
"I didn't think you were that sort of person."
"What sort of person?"
"One of those that kiss hands."
"Shall I choose something else to kiss, next time?"
But Dolly looked so frightened that Mr. Shubrick, laughing, went back
to his story.
"We were at Sorrento," he said. "You can suppose my state of mind. I
thought at least I would take disapprobation piecemeal, and I asked
Christina to go out on the bay with me. You have been on the bay of
Sorrento about sun-setting?"
"Oh yes, many a time."
"I did not enjoy it at first. I hope you did. I think Christina did. It
was the fairest evening imaginable; and my oar, every stroke I made,
broke and shivered purple and golden waters. It was sailing over the
rarest possible mosaic in which the pattern was constantly shifting. I
studied it, while I was studying how to begin what I had to do. Then,
after a while, when we were well out from shore, I lay on my oars, and
asked Miss Thayer whether she were sure that her judgment was according
to her words, in the matter we had been discussing at the house? She
asked what I meant. I put it to her then, whether she would choose to
marry a man who liked another woman better than he did herself?
"Christina's eyes opened a little, and she said 'Not if she knew it.'
"'Then you gave a wrong verdict up there,' I said.
"'But that was about what the _man_ should do,' she replied. 'If he
has made a promise, he must fulfil it. Or the woman, if it is the
woman.'
"'Would not that be doing a wrong to the other party?'
"'How a wrong?' said Christina. 'It would be keeping a promise. Every
honourable person does that.'
"'What if it be a promise which the other side no longer wishes to
have kept?'
"'You cannot tell that,' said Christina. 'You cannot know. Probably
the other side does wish it kept.'
"I reminded her that she had just declared _she_, in the circumstances,
would not wish it; but she said, somewhat illogically, 'that it made no
difference.'
"I suggested an application of the golden rule."
"Yes," said Dolly; "I think that rule settles it. I should think no
woman would let a man marry her who, she knew, liked somebody else
better."
"And no man in his senses--no _good_ man," said Sandie, "would have a
woman for his wife whose heart belonged to another man; or, leaving
third parties out of the question, whose heart did not belong to _him_.
I said something of this to Christina. She answered me with the
consequences of scandal, disgrace, gossip, which she said attend the
breaking off of an engagement. In short, she threw over all my
arguments. I had to come to the point. I asked her if she would like to
marry _me_, if she knew that I liked somebody else better?
"She opened her eyes at me. 'Do you, Sandie?' she said. And I told her
yes.
"'Who?' she asked as quick as a flash. And I knew then that _her_
heart was safe," Mr. Shubrick added with a smile. "I told her frankly,
that ever since Christmas Day, I had known that if I ever married
anybody it would be the lady I then saw with her.
"'Dolly!' she cried. 'But you don't know her, Sandie.'"
Mr. Shubrick and Dolly both stopped to laugh.
"I am sure that was true. And I should think unanswerable," said Dolly.
"It was not true. Do you think it is true now?"
"Well, you know me a little better, but I should think, not much."
"Shows how little you can tell about it. By the same reasoning, I
suppose you do not know _me_ much?"
"No," said Dolly. "Yes, I do! I know you a great deal, in some things.
If I didn't"---- she flushed up.
"We both know enough to begin with; is that it? Do you remember, that
evening, Christmas Eve, how you sat by the corner of the fireplace and
kept quiet, while Miss Thayer talked?"
"Yes." Dolly remembered it very well.
"You wore a black dress, and no ornaments, and the firelight shone on a
cameo ring on your hand, and on your face, and the curls of your hair,
and every now and then caught this," said Mr. Shubrick, touching
Dolly's chain. "Christina talked, and I studied you."
"One evening," said Dolly.
"One evening; but I was reading what was not written in an evening.
However, I left Christina's objection unanswered--though I do not allow
that it is unanswerable; and waited. She needed a little while to come
to her breath."
"Poor Christina!" said Dolly.
"Not at all; it was poor Sandie, if anybody. I do not think Christina
suffered, more than a little natural and very excusable mortification.
She never loved me. I had guessed as much before, and I was relieved
now to find that I had been certainly right. But she needed a little
while to get her breath, nevertheless. She asked me if I was serious?
then, why I did not tell her sooner? I replied that I had had a great
fight to fight before I could make up my mind to tell her at all.
"And then, as I judge, _she_ had something of a fight to go through.
She turned her face away from me, and sat silent. I did not interrupt
her; and we floated so a good while on the coloured sea. I do not
believe she knew what the colours were; but I did, I confess. I had got
a weight off my mind. The bay of Sorrento was very lovely to me that
evening. After a good while, Christina turned to me again, and I could
see that she was all taut and right now. She began with a compliment to
me."
"What was it?" Dolly asked.
"Said I was a brave fellow, I believe."
"I am sure I think that was true."
"Do you? It is harder to be false than true, Dolly."
"All the same, it takes bravery sometimes to be true."
"So Christina seemed to think. I believe I said nothing; and she went
on, and added she thought I had done right, and she was much obliged to
me."
"That was like Christina," said Dolly.
"'But you are bold,' she said again, 'to tell me!'
"I assured her I had not been bold at all, but very cowardly.
"'What do you expect people will say?'
"I told her I had been concerned only and solely with the question of
how she herself would take my disclosure; what she would say, and how
she would feel.
"She was silent again.
"'But, Sandie,' she began after a minute or two which were not yet
pleasant minutes to either of us,--'I think it was very risky. It's all
right, or it will be all right, I believe, soon,--but suppose I had
been devotedly in love with you? Suppose it had broken my heart? It
_hasn't_--but suppose it had?'"
"Yes," said Dolly. "You could not know."
"I think I knew," said Mr. Shubrick. "But at any rate, Dolly, I should
have done just the same. 'Fais que dois, advienne que pourra,' is a
grand old motto, and always safe. I could not marry one woman while I
loved another. The question of breaking hearts does not come in. I had
no right to marry Christina, even to save her life, if that had been in
danger. But happily it was not in danger. She did shed a few tears, but
they were not the tears of a broken heart. I told her something like
what I have been saying to you.
"'But Dolly!' she said. 'You do not know her, you do not even _know
her_.' That thought seemed to weigh on her mind."
"What could you say to it?" said Dolly.
"I said nothing," Mr. Shubrick answered, smiling. "Then Christina went
on to remark that Miss Copley did not know me; and that possibly I had
been brave for nothing. I still made no answer; and she declared she
saw it in my face, that I was determined it should _not_ be for
nothing. She wished me success, she added; but 'Dolly had her own way
of looking at things.'"
Dolly could not help laughing.
"So that is my story," Mr. Shubrick concluded.
"And, oh, look at the light, look at the light!" said Dolly, jumping
up. "Where will mother think I and supper are!"
"She thinks probably that you are in Mr. Copley's room."
"No, she knows I am not; for she is sure to be there herself."
"Then I will go straight to them, while you bring up arrears with
supper."
"And Christina will marry Mr. St. Leger!" said Dolly, while she flushed
high at this suggestion. "Yet I am not surprised."
"Is it a good match?"
"The world would say so."
"_I_ am not," said Sandie, "according to the same judgment. I am not
rich, Dolly. By and by I will tell you all I have. But it is enough for
us to live upon comfortably."
Nobody had ever seen Dolly so shy and blushing and timid as she was
now, walking down the bank by Mr. Shubrick's side. It was a bit of the
same lovely manifestation which he had been enjoying for a day or two
with a little alloy. It was without alloy that he enjoyed it now.