16. It really is a good idea, Di. It is most certain that women's most womanly affections are the likeness of affections which have their pure and perfect fountain in the nature of God. Pulseford After supper that evening, Malcolm found himself alone with Dinah. Elizabeth and Cedric had gone down to the pool to find a book she had left there in the afternoon, and he had been on the point of following them when he saw a wistful look in Miss Templeton's eyes and immediately sat down again. You want to speak to me, he said pleasantly. He was quite aware that Elizabeth had carried off her brother with intent and purpose, and smiled to himself over her little ruse. She is very clever. I wonder if the missing book is a figment of her imagination, he thought. But in this he wronged her, for that little red-edged copy of Keeble's Christian year was very dear to Elizabeth. Yes, I want to speak to you, returned Dinah, and her tone was rather anxious and flurried. The time is growing so short now, and tomorrow there will not be a moment, and so Elizabeth said. And here again a flickering smile played over Malcolm's face. And she has carried Cedric off because you wanted to speak to me about him. Dinah was so hesitating in her manner that he thought it best to finish her sentence for her. I hope nothing is troubling you on his account. In my opinion he is very much improved. Oh, I am so glad you think so. And all Dinah's mother's soul, shown out of her mild eyes. Elizabeth was only saying last night how strong and manly he has grown. But, Mr. Herrick, I am rather anxious about one thing. You know, Cedric is to row in the Oxford and Cambridge race. I am certainly aware of the fact, replied Malcolm Dryley. The Jacobi's and the university race had been the two standing dishes with which Cedric had regaled him. I have heard of little else, I can assure you. Well, he is a lucky fellow. It is not everyone who gets the desire of his heart. Then you approve of it?" questioned Dinah. But her tone was so dubious that he looked at her with unfeigned astonishment. My dear Miss Templeton, how could I do otherwise? It will be valuable training for Cedric. The discipline and self-denial that it entails will be the making of him.  But he will soon be all right. You and Elizabeth think alike, then, replied Dinah. She only laughs at me and calls me old-fashioned. I suppose I am not up to date, with a touching little smile. It seems to me such waste of time and energy, and then there is the civil service examination. Oh, we need not trouble our heads about that for another eighteen months. You think not? Still more anxiously. Both Mr. Charrington and Mr. Carlyan tell me that it is a terribly hard examination. Well, it is pretty stiff, of course, and Cedric will have to work hard. You must give him his head for the present, Miss Templeton, he continued. When he has taken his beating like an Englishman, for perhaps you are not aware, there is a very poor chance for Oxford next year. Their best men have left, and they have to lick a lot of raw recruits into shape. Well, what was I saying? When Cedric has taken his beating and cooled down a bit, he will settle to work like a naffy. Dinah looked a little comforted. Then you think he will pass. Malcolm almost laughed outright at her simplicity. Miss Templeton, am I to prophecy smooth things to you, or am I to answer in the spirit of Micaiah, the son of Imlah? Oh, please tell me exactly what you think. Well, then, with obvious reluctance, in my opinion Cedric stands a very poor chance. Here Dinah's face fell. He has plenty of abilities, but I doubt his staying power. He works too much by fits and starts. There is no method or application. But, of course, he may turn over a new leaf. It is just possible that he may pass by some lucky fluke. It is not always the best workers you get through. You will give him a coach, of course. Oh, I see. Reading Dinah's expression correctly. He may have a dozen coaches if he needs them. But if you care to consult me when the time comes, I think I know the right man for cramming. Oh, thank you, thank you! In a fervent tone of gratitude, how could you are to listen to me so patiently? My dear lady! In a friendly tone of remonstrance. But there is something else you want to say. Only this. If Cedric does not pass, what are we to do with him? You know he has utterly refused to enter the church or to study for the law. He has no taste for engineering or architecture, and we should not care for him to be a businessman. Need we consider the point at present? returned Malcolm gently. There is a limited number of professions, certainly. What do you say to a master's ship in a public school? I fancy the life would suit Cedric. His love of boating would score there. Then Dinah brightened visibly. We never thought of that.  Oh, that would never suit him! replied Malcolm in an offhand manner. He likes to have his bread ready buttered for him. Cornfields and flower mills are not in his line at all. Ah, here comes the search-party. And Malcolm looked a little curiously at the book in Elizabeth's hand. Oh, we have had such a hunt for it! Elizabeth looked quite hot and tired. Cedric found it at last wedged between two bolters. I wonder he did not fall into the pool while he was trying to get it out. Oh, Cedric, you ought to be more careful. Why on earth did you say that, Betty? Rather crossly, don't you see Dye is wearing her granny face? But the pool is so deep! in a terrified voice. Of course it is deep! Well, what of that? Can't I swim like a fish? Oh, these women, Herrick! And Cedric shrunk to shoulders. I wonder how often I have taken a header into the pool before breakfast. You would have been sorry to lose the book, remarked Malcolm sympathetically, as they went into the house. Yes, returned Elizabeth hurriedly, it was given to me by a friend. And then she bat him good night. Dye followed her into her room. I am so glad you found it, Betty, dear, she said kindly. It was the copy David gave you at Christmas, was it not? Elizabeth nodded. I do so love it, she said frankly, and the limp leather binding and red edges are just to my taste. I always care so much more for books that are given me than for those I buy myself. Elizabeth spoke with such complete unconsciousness that Dye thought she had made a mistake in imagining that she specially prized the book. Oh, I want to tell you, dear, how very kind Mr. Herrick has been. And then, with many little feminine interpolations, Dye related the substance of their conversation. She was almost childishly pleased when Elizabeth graciously approved of Malcolm's suggestion. It really is a good idea, Dye. And to think it never entered our heads. Don't you wonder, Mr. Carlisle, and never thought of it? Well, you see, he has never taken Cedric's future into serious consideration. But what fun it would be! We would furnish his room so beautifully, and we could stay with him sometimes. And when he married we could build him a house that would be the envy of all the masters. Fancy Cedric marrying and our having a dear little sister-in-law of our own. Oh, how I shall love her! murmured Dye with a happy little coup of satisfaction. This was not the first time they had talked on the subject. That her darling would marry, and that she would dearly love his wife was a foregone conclusion to Dye-na. The little fair-haired girl of her dreams was not Tina Ross, nor even pretty Nora Brent. No one that Dye-na knew was quite good enough for her boy.  Elizabeth once said to her. For she and Cedric often called her granny, probably from her careful, loving, old womanish ways. Do you suppose that such a rara avie exists in Earlesfield or Rotherwood? Let me see.  Young Mrs. Cedric Templeton must be pretty. Oh, very pretty. Fair, because Cedric has a fancy for fair women with blue eyes. Not tall. Oh, decidedly not tall. Petite, graceful, and je ne sais quoi. Now Betty. Betty has not finished, and is not like to be interrupted. This Blanche, shall we call her Blanche? It is short and handy.  She is docile, yielding, and has nice caressing ways that granny loves.  Just eighteen, I think you said, Dinah, or was it nineteen, dear? But Dinah refused to hear any more. Elizabeth might laugh at her and call her granny. But in her secret thoughts Dinah cherished a fond idea of a little fair-haired girl, whom she would mother for Cedric's sake. And now, first Malcolm, and then Elizabeth had given her this charming new idea. I am afraid you will be shocked, she said presently, but I do not think I shall be so dreadfully disappointed if Cedric does fail in his civil service examination. He might have to go to India, you see, and it would be so much nicer to keep him in England. The heart of man and woman, too, is deceitful and desperately wicked. And Elizabeth heaved a deep sigh. To think that you can be so selfish, Dye, as to build up your happiness on the poor lad's ruined hopes. And then she burst out laughing, and took her sister by the shoulders. Granny, she said solemnly, you just idolize that boy. If it would do him any good, you would lie down and let him trample on you.   An enfant couture is always odious to sensible people. Now, if you were to try and spoil me, expanding herself until she looked twice her size, I should only bloom out into fresh beauty. Approbation, commendation, blindfold admiration would be meat and drink to me. I have the digestion of a young ostrich, continued Elizabeth Blantley. Nothing would be too difficult for me to swallow. As for satiety, my dear creature, you need never expect to hear me call out a heiu chai in satis. Dear Betty, how you do talk? Dina's usual formula. And how I do love to hear you, she inwardly added. But it is very late, and we shall have a tiring day to-morrow.  Was there not an element of truth under Elizabeth's jokes? Did she not make an idol of her young brother? Was she altogether reasonable on the subject? If I am weak, I trust such weakness will be forgiven me. She whispered, as she stood in the perfumed darkness, with a wandering summer wind playing refreshingly round her, and tears from some hidden fount of sadness stole down her cheeks. If he were my own child he could not be dearer to me. I remember my stepmother once told me so. My boy has two mothers, Dina. These were her very words.  And Dina heaved a gentle sigh, as though the motherhood within her, the divine maternal instinct inherent in all true women, felt itself satisfied. At breakfast the next morning Malcolm proffered his services. But Elizabeth assured him that Cedric and Johnson would do all that was required. So he spent his morning indolently down by the pool, reading and indulging in his favorite daydreams, until Cedric joined him. Cedric looked heated and tired. I never saw such a person as Betty for getting work out of a fellow. He grumbled. She would do splendidly on a rice plantation. Wouldn't the niggers fly just? Why, she sat me rolling the tennis lawn because she wanted Johnson. And then I had to bicycle over to Rotherwood for something that had been forgotten. I took it out in cool drinks, though. I can tell you. My word bet does know how to make a crime cleric cup. And Cedric smacked his lips with the air of a veteran gourmand. And then he sparred at Malcolm and called him an absent-minded beggar, and asked if he had finished his ode to the niad of the pool, and made sundry other aggravating remarks, which proved that he was in excellent spirits, and only wanted to find a safety valve. Just before the first carriage drove up, Malcolm, who was standing by Elizabeth on the terrace, suggested that she and Mr. Carlyan should give him and Cedric their revenge. But she told him quite seriously that they must not think of it for the present. The sets are all arranged, and Dina and I must devote ourselves to our guests, she remarked. And as this was only reasonable, Malcolm said no more. I am going to introduce you to Tina Ross, she continued. There she and her sister Patty are just coming up the drive now. She is a very good player, and your opponents will be Nora Brent and Mr. Carlyan. We are under orders, Herrick, observed David with mock humility. And then the introduction was made, and the little white and blue fairy walked off to merely enough with Malcolm. Tina Ross was certainly a very pretty girl. She had one of those babyish sort of faces that appealed so strongly to some men. Her manners were kittenish and full of vivacity, and she had a way of glancing at a person from under her long curling lashes that was considered very alluring. Do please be good and kind to a poor little harmless thing like me, they seemed to say to each freshcomber, for you are such a nice man. But Malcolm, who saw plenty of girls in town, took no notice of a little country chits, heirs and graces. Indeed, he thought Nora Brent far more attractive, human kittens not being to his taste. I don't think much of the fine gentleman from London, whispered Tina rather venimously to Nora when the game was finished.  Anyhow he played splendidly, and has given us a regular beating, returned her friend, who would willingly have exchanged partners. There was nothing exciting in playing with an old friend like David Carlion, who was a sort of connection of the Brents, indeed a distant, a very distant cousin. But Malcolm's dark intellectual face and rather melancholy eyes somewhat attracted Nora. Nora had her wish presently, and again Mr. Carlion was Malcolm's opponent. This time a Miss Douglas was his partner. It was a well-contested game, but again Malcolm was the victor, but he wore his honours meekly. Bravo, Mr. Herrick, and you too, Nora! exclaimed Elizabeth, clapping her hands. You both played splendidly. Now come into the hall, and let me give you some cleric-cup. But she lingered a moment until Mr. Carlion came up with his partner. I am not in good form today, he said, sinking into an easy chair as though he were tired. I feel Monday-ish.  I can guess. It is a purely clerical term. You have taken it out of yourself, and then you feel a sort of reaction, or rather to speak more correctly, a sort of depression. But as he spoke he realised for the first time the truth of Elizabeth's assertion that Mr. Carlion was not strong. Elizabeth had never looked better in Malcolm's opinion than she did that afternoon. If he had not admired her before he must have owned then that she was a distinguished-looking woman. She wore a grey dress of some soft material, which Malcolm, who was rather a connoisseur on feminine attire, decided in his own mind was a pair of scound. Strange to say he was right, and the black Gainsborough hat and feathers suited her exactly. It was evident Mr. Carlion agreed with him, for Malcolm saw him once looking at her intently under his hand. A little while afterwards Malcolm, who was too hot to play any more, strolled off by himself down one of the woodland paths to get cool. But to his chagrin he heard voices which told him the speakers were parallel with him, and the next minute he heard Tina Ross say petishly, Did you ever see anyone so ridiculous as Elizabeth Templeton? Just fancy wearing her pair of scound at a trumpery little home affair like this. Talk of cogantry! In a disgusted voice. Do you suppose she did not know what she was doing when she pinned those La France roses in her dress? It is not as though she were our age. She is thirty, thirty, white, that is quite an old maid. How can you be so absurd, Tina? It was Nora Brandt who spoke. Fancy calling Ms. Elizabeth Templeton an old maid. Mama was only saying how handsome she looked. Here Malcolm coughed rather loudly, but no one took any notice. Handsome is as handsome does, returned Tina, in rather a vixenish tone. I hope you noticed, Nora, that I was never allowed to have Mr. Carlyan for a partner. Talk of Queen Elizabeth indeed. We have Queen Elizabeth II at Staple Grove. If one spoke to the poor man it was hands off, don't poach on my preserves, just as though she thought him her own property, which he is not and never will be. Really, Tina, you are too bad. You ought not to say such things of our dear Ms. Elizabeth. You had Mr. Herrick for your partner. Oh, he is a town prig! began Tina recklessly. But here Malcolm, who had cleared his voice in vain, now began to whistle with such unmistakable purpose that a dense silence ensued.  He thought both the girls avoided him in rather a guilty fashion when he passed them on the terrace. And he was inwardly disgusted when, most of the guests having taken their leave and supper being announced, Elizabeth asked him to take Ms. Tina Ross into the dining-room. Nora followed with Mr. Carlyan, but the width of the table separated them. Malcolm paid the young lady proper attention, that is to say he kept her plates applied with good things, but otherwise he took very little notice of her, and talked to gentle looking Mrs. Brent, who was on his other side. But Tina was not used to being ignored, and by this time she had made up her mind that Malcolm could only have heard a fragment of their talk in the woodlands, so she addressed him pointedly, and obliged him to break off something he was saying to the elder lady. So you dined at the vicarage on Saturday I hear? How dreadfully bored you must have been! Mr. Charrington is an old dear, but he is rather a prig. I mean— transfixed by the sudden gleam in Malcolm's eyes.  Oh, I am quite aware of your meaning, Ms. Ross, returned Malcolm quietly, but I am rather an embryo-prig myself. Then, for the remainder of the meal, Tina was absolutely dumb. End of Chapter 16 Chapter 17 of Herb of Grace This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Peter Eastman Herb of Grace by Rosa Nuchette-Carrie Chapter 17 Agus Arvois If there is power in me to help, it goeth forth beyond the present will, clothing itself in very common deeds of any humble day's necessity. Macdonald The pleasantest part of the whole evening to Malcolm was the hours spent on the terrace when the last guests were gone. The Brents had undertaken to drive Mr. Carlye into the White Cottage, much to the chagrin of the Ross girls, whose homeward route took them through Rotherwood and who also had a seat to spare. Malcolm had a dim suspicion that Elizabeth had connived at this arrangement. You had better go with the Brents if they ask you, she had said earlier in the evening, but he had not heard Mr. Carlye's reply. Well, what do you think of little Tina? asked Elizabeth. They were standing by the drawing-room window.  Most people would admire her, he returned coolly. But, unfortunately, you are the exception. Is that what you mean, Mr. Herrick?  Kittens can scratch, he returned quietly. And then Elizabeth looked more amused than ever. What! has Tina shown her claws to you? I thought she always wore her velvet gloves for strangers. I fancied I was doing you a good turn to introduce you to the prettiest girl in Rotherwood. She and Patty will be rich, too, for there is no son, and Mr. Ross is very wealthy. Mate is fortune on the stock exchange, explained Cedric. Clever old chap. Shouldn't mind if he would give me the straight tip. I tell you what, Dye? And here Cedric lit himself another cigarette. If I come a cropper in the exam, this stock exchange would not be a bad place for me to make my little pile. It was impossible not to laugh at Dye's horrified face. Don't believe him, Dye? observed Elizabeth calmly. Cedric has no vocation for a businessman. He is only teasing you. Yes, Tina and Patty will have plenty of money. But as Malcolm did not seem to warm up to any interest, Elizabeth with much tact changed the subject, and they were soon discussing the other guests. When Malcolm woke the next morning, his first feeling was regret that his visit was over. He had accepted Cedric's invitation with reluctance, and had put him off again and again. He had a remorseful consciousness that he might have been a guest at the Woodhouse eighteen months ago. By this time he would have been intimate with the sisters. He might. But here Malcolm leapt rather impatiently from his couch. What was the good of thinking over past mistakes? He had been a fool, and stood in his own light. That was all. During breakfast he was very cheerful, and seemed in such excellent spirits that the passing thought occurred to Elizabeth that Mr. Herrick was not sorry that his visit had ended. We are not clever enough for him, she said to herself regretfully. But Malcolm's next speech dispelled this idea. Dye had just expressed her regret at losing him. I have no wish to go, I assure you, was his reply. I have never spent a happier week in my life. But you know in another two or three weeks I hope to be settled at the crow's nest. We shall be near neighbors then. He looked at Elizabeth as he spoke. It struck him that she was a little embarrassed. Her color rose, and there was a slight pucker in her brow, as though something perplexed her. But the next minute it was gone. In that case we must fix the date for the Templeton bean-feast, she remarked briskly. Mr. Herrick, her voice changing to earnestness, will it be quite impossible for Miss Sheldon to come to our garden party? We could put her up easily, and it is really rather a pretty sight. We had two hundred people last year and the Hungarian band. It was rattling good sport, chimed in Cedric. There were fifteen of our fellows sleeping at the plow, because we had a dance in the evening, not only our house but Hazel Beach, the Ross's house, and Brentwood Place, where Colonel Brent lives, were crammed with guests. People talked about it for a month afterwards. It cost a great deal of money, observed Dina, in rather an alarmed voice. We could not do that sort of thing again. You see, Mr. Herrick, it was really to make up to Cedric, because he had no party when he came of age. I was ill just then, and we had to go away. No, no, you are quite right, Di. We must keep her bean-feast within limits," returned Elizabeth soothingly. We thought of fixing the twentieth of August, she continued, addressing Malcolm. That is nearly a month later than last year. I expect most of our inner circle friends will be away, but we shall have a good house-party, and with some of Cedric's Oxford friends we shall be able to infuse sufficient new life into our country-click. Well, Mr. Herrick, is that likely to suit Miss Sheldon? I am afraid not, he returned regretfully, for he was really quite touched at this thoughtfulness on her part, and how Anna would have loved it. They will be at Whitby by that time, but I will tell her of your kind thought for her. And then, as it was getting late, for they had lingered pleasantly over the meal, he went off to make his preparations, and half an hour afterwards the dog-cart was brought to the door. Good-bye, we shall miss you so much," observed Dina, almost affectionately, but we shall see plenty of you when you are at the crow's nest. I hope so. Thank you, dear Miss Templeton, for all your kind hospitality. And then it was Elizabeth's turn. Adieu, arvois, Mr. Herrick. But she pressed his hand very kindly as she spoke, and her eyes had a friendly beam in them. Arvois, and thanks to you too, returned Malcolm, but the smile on his face was a little forced. As the dog-cart turned the corner he looked back. The sisters were still standing side by side. Elizabeth waved her hand. She was no longer the stately-looking woman in the Paris gown and picture-hat who had moved with such a queenly step among her guests. This was a far homelier, Elizabeth, in the old striped blouse and battered garden-hat. Only this morning Malcolm found no fault with it. He was very silent for some time, but as he lent back in the dog-cart with folded arms and closely compressed lips there was a glow in his dark eyes that somewhat contradicted his outward calmness. And you are going down to the manor house on Thursday, observed Cedric, as they came inside of the station. What a pity my hen leaf isn't put off till the following week, or we might have had a good old time together. Oh, I don't know. Rather absently. You will be too much taken up with your new friends to want an old stager like me. You are wrong there, returned the lad eagerly. I should be glad to have your opinion of... He hesitated, and then finished lamely. Of the Jacobes, I mean. You are such a judge of character and all that sort of thing. Am I? With a smile. But they had no time to say more, as the lend and train was signalled. An hour and a half later Malcolm was in his chambers in Lincoln's Inn, opening his letters and dashing off replies, to be posted in due time by the obsequious Malachi. Malcolm found so much to occupy him that he decided not to go to Queensgate until the following evening, and sent Anna a line to that effect. He felt a quiet evening at Cheney Walk would be more in harmony with his feelings. As he crossed the broad space at the foot of the steps in Lincoln's Inn, he overtook Caleb Martin, wheeling the perambulator. Kit had her new doll hugged in her thin little arms. Oh, Dad, do stop! she exclaimed eagerly. It is the gentleman what gave me my baby. And then Malcolm stepped up to the perambulator. Kit has been looking up for you the last week, sir, observed Caleb, in his humble, flurried way. She won't even take notice of the pigeons. Her heart is so set on thanking you for the doll. It is my belief that she thinks it is alive the way she goes on with it. My baby's asleep. Should you like to see her open her eyes? Asked Kit, with maternal pride. She has blue eyes she has, like Dad's in mine. Only prettier. She is just the beautifulest thing I ever saw. Ain't she, Dad? And Mam says she must have cost a lot.  Even in these few days Kit's face had grown thinner and more pinched, and the shrill voice was weaker. There was no longer a stiff halo of curls under the sunbonnet. They hung in limp wisps about her face. Has the child been ill? he asked. And then Caleb looked at him in a dazed nervous fashion. Not to call ill, sir, but just a bit piney and whiny from the heat.  She is that languid and freddy that we can't get her to eat, so my wife made me take her out for an airing. Malcolm pondered for a moment. Then a sudden inspiration came to him. There was a fritterer in the strand, and he was just thinking of carrying a basket of fruit to verity. He begged Caleb follow him slowly, and a few minutes later a great bunch of roses and a paper bag of white-heart cherries and another of green gauges were packed into the perambulator. Some sponge cakes and a crisp little brown loaf were also purchased for Kit's tea, and then they went rejoicing on their way. As Malcolm walked on, he made up his mind that his first act when he arrived at the crow's nest would be to take counsel with Elizabeth. The child will die if something is not done for her, he said to himself. Perhaps she will be able to suggest something. But it never occurred to him to confide in his mother. Individual cases do not appeal to her, he had once said to Anna. She prefers to work on a more extended scale. And though Anna contradicted this with unusual warmth, Malcolm had some grounds for his sweeping assertion. Malcolm spent the evening very pleasantly discussing future arrangements with his friends. To his satisfaction the room he coveted was at once allotted to him with the title of The Prophet's Chamber. And as he professed himself quite content with the bedroom and the garden-house, matters were soon settled, and both verity and amious looked pleased when Malcolm announced his intention of spending most of his summer vacation at the crow's nest. They talked a good deal about the woodhouse. Malcolm gave graphic descriptions of the house and the garden and the pool, and he also drew rather a charming picture of the elder Miss Templeton. She is lovely in my opinion, he said in his enthusiastic way. I quite long for you to see her, verity. She is just a grey-haired girl. She has the secret of perpetual youth. She is as guileless and simple as a child. Anyone could deceive her, and yet she is wise, too. And her sister, asked verity, as Malcolm paused. Oh, Miss Elizabeth Templeton is quite different, returned Malcolm hurriedly, as he filled his pipe. It is not easy to describe her. You must judge her for yourself. Then she is not as nice as this wonderful dinah, observed verity, in a disappointed tone. Oh, yes, she is quite as nice, he returned briefly, but the sisters are utterly dissimilar. And not another word could verity, with all her teasing, extract from Malcolm.   I wonder if it is the crow's nest, our society, or Miss Elizabeth Templeton that is the attraction, she thought. But, being a loyal little soul, she never hinted at a certain suspicion that had taken possession of her mind, even to her husband. Malcolm received a warm welcome from his mother and Anna the next evening. He found them sitting by one of the open windows in the large drawing-room. Mrs. Herrick was working, and Anna was reading to her. The sun-blinds had just been raised, and the fresh evening air blew refreshingly through the wide room. The tall green palms behind them made a pleasant background to Anna's white dress. It struck Malcolm that she looked paler and more tired, and her eyes had a heavy languid look. To his surprise, Mrs. Herrick spoke of it at once. Anna is not looking her best this evening, Malcolm. She said, as he sat down between them, this great heat tries her. Dr. Armstrong thinks we ought to leave town as soon as possible, so we are going to it be a week earlier. Mother has cancelled a lot of her engagements, observed Anna, looking at her affectionately. I am so sorry to give her all this trouble. But Mrs. Herrick would not allow her to finish. Mothers are only too glad to take trouble for their children, she said kindly. Anna has been behaving badly, Malcolm. She fainted at church on Sunday and had one of her worst sick headaches afterwards. There was unmistakable anxiety in Malcolm's eyes when he heard this, but Anna only laughed it off. The church was hot, she said. Anyone might have fainted. But the sea breezes would soon set her up. They had beautiful rooms quite close to the sea, with a wide balcony where they could spend their evenings. I hope you will come down to us for a week or two, observed his mother presently. Malcolm felt rather a twinge of conscience as he replied that he feared this was impossible. He had some literary work on hand which he intended to do at Staple Grove. Mrs. Keston was able to spare him a nice room which he could use as a study, and so he had made his arrangements. And then he added, rather regretfully, that as he was going to the Manor House the following afternoon he feared that he should not see them again. Mrs. Herrick said no more. She was not a woman to waste words unnecessarily, but she was undoubtedly much disappointed and even a little hurt. And for the moment Anna looked grave. At dinner time she made an effort to recover her spirits and questioned Malcolm about his new acquaintances at the Woodhouse, and on this occasion he was less reticent. But it was not until his mother had left them alone together that he told Anna of Elizabeth's kind invitation. A surprised flush came to the girl's face. Do you think you could possibly manage it, dear? He asked with brotherly solicitude. But he was sorry to see how her lips trembled. Oh, no! No, you must not tempt me. Very hurriedly. It is quite impossible. I must not think of it for a moment, Malcolm. I am so grateful to you for not speaking of this before mother. It would trouble her so and quite spoil her pleasure. Mother is so sharp she always finds out things, and she would know at once that I should like to go to the Woodhouse. Then I was right when I told Miss Elizabeth so, returned Malcolm. It is just the place you would like, Anna. I know you would be happy with those kind women. I do not doubt it for a moment. And Anna's voice was rather melancholy. I should so love to know your friends, Malcolm. It all sounds so lovely, and you would be near, and it was so dear of Miss Elizabeth to think of it. Will you thank her for me, Malcolm, and tell her that mother needs me so much and that she has no one else? Did you mean that for a hit at me, Anna, dear? Malcolm's voice was rather reproachful. For you, looking at him tenderly, oh no, no, Malcolm! And then to his dismay she suddenly burst into tears. Don't mind me. I am silly to-night, she said, struggling to regain her composure. Mother is right, and I am not quite well, and things will go crooked in this world.  And when Mrs. Herrick joined them, she said her head had begun aching again, and that she would go too bad. Malcolm wished her good night at the foot of the staircase, and watched her until she was out of sight. His mother looked at him a little keenly when he rejoined her. What have you and Anna been talking about? she asked rather abruptly. The child does not look quite happy. We were only talking about the ladies of the woodhouse, he returned quietly. Anna thinks she would like to make their acquainted some day. But Mrs. Herrick made no reply to this. She was regarding her son thoughtfully, and her strong, sensible face wore an expression almost of sadness.  She was still on the balcony as he passed out, and a cherry, good night, my son, floated down to him. But as she stood listening to his departing footsteps, she said to herself, He has changed somehow, he is not quite himself, and Anna has noticed it. I wonder— And here she sighed rather heavily. I wonder what sort of woman this Miss Elizabeth Templeton can be. End of Chapter 17 Chapter 18 of Herb of Grace This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information, or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org, recording by Rita Butros. Herb of Grace by Rosa Nushet-Carrie. Chapter 18. Yes, she gave him up. Thou art so good, so calm, if thou shouldst wear a brow, less light, for some wild thought, which, but for me, were kept from out thy soul as from a sacred star. Browning to every living soul, that same he saith, Be faithful, whatsoever else we be, let us be faithful, challenging his faith. Christina Rosetti The manor house where the Godfrey's lived was a fine old red brick Elizabethan house, standing about a quarter of a mile from the river. A delightful garden surrounded it, but the chief point of attraction to visitors was a terrorist walk, shaded by old chestnut trees, which formed its extreme boundary, and which, on the hottest summer's day, offered a cool and shady retreat. The terrace was broad, and at one end was a sort of loggia, or alcove, built of grayish-white stone, with a white stone bench running round it. From this point, there was a charming view of the river between the trees, and it was here that Malcolm found his hostess on his arrival at the manor house. Mrs. Godfrey was reading in the loggia with her husband's magnificent deer hounds lying at her feet. She laid aside her book and welcomed her visitor with a warmth and cordiality that were evidently sincere. Strangers who saw Mrs. Godfrey for the first time were generally apt to remark that she was one of the plainest women they had ever seen, and they would add in a parenthesis, it is such a pity for the Colonel is so handsome. But even the most critical agreed that no woman could be more charming. She had spent a great deal of her life abroad, and her easy, well-bred manor, her savois fair and broad, sagacious views on every subject had been gained in the world's academy. In spite of her goodness of heart and real unselfishness, she was essentially a woman of the world. Little as Malcolm guested at that time, she was Elizabeth Templeton's greatest friend. Indeed, both the sisters were devoted to her, and some of Elizabeth's happiest and gayest hours had been spent in the manor house. I certainly never hoped to find you alone were Malcolm's first words. Mrs. Godfrey smiled. It is almost an unprecedented fact in the manor house annals, she returned gaily. But we shall be absolutely alone until Tuesday, and then every room will be filled.  But now our solitary function will be a garden party on Monday. Please do not speak in such an apologetic tone, replied Malcolm. If you knew how my soul abhors picnics and water parties, it is really too delightful to know that I may enjoy your society and peace for three whole days. By the by, where is the Colonel? Oh, Alec has gone to Henley to see an old chum of his, but he will be back in good time for dinner. Is it not lovely down here, Mr. Herrick? I thought it would be such a pity to go indoors that I told Deacon that we would have tea here. Then, as Malcolm signified his approval of this arrangement, they sauntered slowly down the terrace that Malcolm might take in all points of the extensive view. When they retraced their steps to the loggia, the butler and footmen were setting out a rustic tea table. And so you have been staying at the woodhouse, began Mrs. Godfrey, as she handed Malcolm his tea. Elizabeth Templeton's letter this morning almost took my breath away. What a small world it is, after all, Mr. Herrick. Life treads on life, murmured Malcolm, and heart on heart. We press too close in church or mart to keep a dream or grave apart. How true was the quiet rejoinder. Mrs. Browning said that. Well, do you know I was quite childishly surprised when I heard you had been a guest at the woodhouse. Mr. Herrick has only just left us, were Elizabeth's words. Cedric is driving him to the station. We have greatly enjoyed his visit, et cetera, et cetera. Then a slight flush came to Malcolm's dark face. I had a very pleasant time, he returned. They were most kind and hospitable. Miss Templeton is one of the most charming women I have ever met. Dear Dinah, yes, she is very sweet. I do not think I have ever seen her ruffled. She is just lovely. But it is Elizabeth who is my friend. Indeed. Our friendship is a very real one, continued Mrs. Godfrey thoughtfully. And next to my husband there is no one whom I could trust as I could Elizabeth Templeton. She is very strong. Oh yes, she is very strong in a ruminative manner. Have you found that out already in a surprise tone? But I remember you are a student of human nature, Mr. Herrick, and rather a keen observer. Most people would not be able to diagnose Elizabeth Templeton's character correctly at the end of one short week. When I was first introduced to her 13 or 14 years ago, I told Alec that I should never get on with anyone who was so reserved and so standoffish. But I soon changed my opinion. I found out that a great deal of her reserve was in reality shyness, and that her frankness and openness of disposition were her chief charms. And then you became friends? Yes, but not for a long time. We are neither of us at all gushing, and I was an old married woman, you know. But there came a time when she needed my help when she was in anxiety, and a woman's counsel and woman's sympathy were a comfort to her. Here Mrs. Godfrey paused as she became aware of the concentrated keenness in Malcolm's eyes and added hastily, the trouble was not her own, but it is Elizabeth's nature to take the burdens of others on her own shoulders. I never knew anyone capable of such intense sympathy. It is a rare gift, Mr. Herrick, but it brings its possessor great suffering. You are right in a low tone. I knew then that she was a woman in a thousand, and we have been close and dear friends ever since. Not that we often meet. She is a busy woman, and so am I. But we generally stay at the woodhouse once a year. And Elizabeth comes to me for a few days rest and refreshment whenever she can spare the time. Alec teases me sometimes about my lady love, but I assure you that he is very fond of her, and is always delighted to hear she is coming to the Manor House. Malcolm listened to this with deep interest. It seemed to him that everyone who spoke to him of Elizabeth Templeton praised her without stint or limit. She was evidently much beloved, and the very fact that a person like Mrs. Godfrey should choose her for her most trusted friend was no mean title of honor. Never was there a woman more fastidious and discriminating in her ideas of female friendship. Malcolm would willingly have heard more, but a curious sort of embarrassment and a fear of betraying too deep an interest made him speak of her sister. Ms. Templeton seems to have a happy nature, he said a little abruptly. I never saw anyone so perfectly peaceful and serene. It makes one better only to look at her. Her hair is gray, and yet when she smiles one is reminded of an innocent child. It is such a perfectly radiant expression. Yes, I know. Dear Dinah, she has the secret of perpetual youth. She is one of the little ones. You know what I mean. When I talk to her, as I tell Elizabeth sometimes, I feel such a worldly frivolous creature. Her sister perfectly realizes this, for she has the prettiest names for her. That angel woman, I have heard her say that. Very often she calls her Dus Engelkind, and without exaggeration she has a rare and beautiful nature. Malcolm assented to this. Then he said slowly, has it ever struck you that there are no lines on Ms. Templeton's face? I should think her life story must be a happy one. I mean that she has not known any very great trouble. Then, rather a peculiar expression crossed Mrs. Godfrey's face, ah, I see I have made a mistake, observed Malcolm quickly. Yes, you have made a mistake, she replied a little sadly. Did you really think that even Dinah Templeton could have her forty years in the wilderness without her share of pain and difficulty? Well, it is ancient history, and there is no harm in telling you what everyone knows. That in the bloom of her fresh young womanhood, she had a sore trial and a great sorrow.  Yes, everyone in staple grove and earls field. Oh, I can read your face. You would like to hear about it. Well, there is no harm in my telling you. When Dinah Templeton was about three or four and twenty, she was engaged to Douglas Frazier, a doctor just beginning practice in earls field. Mr. Templeton was living at that time and approved of the engagement. Dr. Frazier was devoted to his profession, he was a rising man, and people predicted that before many years were over he would make his mark. Douglas Frazier, the great authority on neurotic diseases in Harley Street, exclaimed Malcolm in a tone of intense surprise. Mrs. Godfrey nodded. As a young man I have been told that he was perfectly irresistible. Even now he is a grand-looking man of commanding presence, with a fine intellectual head and face. And as for Dinah, she must have been one of the sweetest-looking creatures on God's earth. Well, they were engaged, and if ever a young pair of human lovers walked in the Garden of Eden, Dinah and Douglas Frazier were that couple, until the cloud came that was to eclipse their happiness in this world. There is no need for me to enter into the matter very fully, though I know everything. One unhappy day Dinah discovered that Dr. Frazier was an agnostic, that for some time he had had grave doubts on the subject of revealed religion, which he had kept to himself for fear of distressing her. But now a sense of honor compelled him to tell her the truth. He had lost his faith, and he no longer believed in anything but science. Good heavens, what a shock, ejaculated Malcolm. You may well say so, returned Mrs. Godfrey sadly. It was no light cross that Dinah had to bear. Even in her youth, she was intensely religious. Religion was not a portion of her life, it was her life itself. To such a nature, the idea of marrying an agnostic was practically impossible. If I marry Douglas, I shall be committing a great sin, she said to her sister. I shall be denying my lord and master. And in the semi-delirium, in the illness that ensued, Elizabeth could hear her say over and over again. Who so loveth father and mother more than me is not worthy of me? And she actually gave him up. Yes, she gave him up, though it broke her heart and his to do so. I believe that he suffered terribly, and that he used every argument in his power to shake her resolution, but in vain. She had a long illness after that. Elizabeth took her abroad. It was at Rome that I met them. And after a time we became intimate. Poor Diana had a relapse, and I assisted Elizabeth in nursing her. Well, Mr. Herrick, I can read a question in your eyes. Yes, there is one thing I want to know. Has not Dr. Frazier married? To be sure he has, but he did not marry for some years. He left Earlsfield and took a London practice, and his career has been a brilliant one. I believe Mrs. Frazier is a lovely woman, and they have three beautiful children, but the strangest part of my story is still to be told. Douglas Frazier is no longer an agnostic. Malcolm looked at her silently, but Mrs. Godfrey said no more, and not for worlds would he have asked another question. He could see that she was deeply moved, for her lip quivered a little. He rose from the bench and paced up and down the terrace, listening to the faint sowing of the dark chestnut leaves, and looking at the cool silvery gleam of the river between the tree bowls. Malcolm was a man of intensely imaginative and sympathetic nature. His mother had once told him that he had something of the woman in him, and certainly no one was more capable of filling up the outlines of the story than he had just heard, and giving it life and coloring. I admired her before, he said to himself, but I shall look upon her as a saint now. She has had her martyrdom, if ever woman had, and has fought her fight nobly, and then, with that clear insight that seemed natural to him, he added, she knows that he has come right, and this is the secret of her serenity, which was indeed the truth, though not the whole truth, for Diana Templeton had indeed realized her master's words that through much tribulation, we must enter into the kingdom of heaven. When Mrs. Godfrey rejoined Malcolm, her husband was with her. Malcolm always declared that Colonel Godfrey was his typical and ideal Englishman. He was a well-built, soldierly-looking man of unusually fine presence. As he was over 50, his golden brown mustache was slightly grizzled, and the hair had worn off his forehead, but he was still strikingly handsome. He and his wife were alone. Both their sons were in the Indian army, and their only daughter was married and living in Yorkshire. We are just an old Darby and Joan, Mrs. Godfrey would say, but though she was only a year or two younger than her husband, she wore remarkably well, and still looked a comparatively young woman. Colonel Godfrey and Malcolm were excellent friends, and in a few minutes, they were strolling through the fields towards the riverbank, talking on various topics of social and political interest, while Mrs. Godfrey returned to the house to write letters and dress for dinner. It was not until the following afternoon that Malcolm found an opportunity of sounding Mrs. Godfrey on the subject of the Jacobes. They were sitting in the loggia again, and the row of dark chestnut trees looked almost black against the intense blue of the sky. A faint breeze was just stirring the leaves, and every now and then, a sort of ripple of sunlight seemed to streak the somber foliage with gold. On the terrace, there was a wealth of sunshine, and the stones felt hot to the feet. Only under the chestnuts, tiny flickering shadows seemed to dance in and out among the tree bowls. Colonel Godfrey had just been summoned to a business interview, and for the first time that day, Malcolm found himself alone with his hostess. Oh, by the by, he observed rather abruptly. There was something I want to ask you. There are some people of the name of Jacoby who have taken a house at Henley. I wonder if you have come across them. To be sure I have, in rather a surprise tone, Mr. Jacoby called here on Tuesday. Mrs. Sinclair drove her over. Well, I want you to tell me what you think of them, asked Malcolm. An amused look came into Mrs. Godfrey's eyes, and she held up her finger in chiding fashion. Oh, by for shame, Mr. Herrick, you are deep, deep, so the handsome siren has attracted you too. Handsome siren, repeated Malcolm with unnecessary energy.  I never saw Mr. Jacoby in my life. It is Miss Templeton who desires information, and I promised her that I would sound you on the subject. Then the mischievous spark died out of Mrs. Godfrey's eyes. Miss Templeton, do you mean Dinah? What on earth can be the connection between her and the Jacobes? They were certainly not on hers or Elizabeth's visiting list when I was last at the woodhouse. No, they are complete strangers to them, was Malcolm's reply. But Cedric has come across them and seems rather thick with them. He is going to stay at Beechcroft. Is that not the name of the place they have taken for the season? Yes, I believe so, returned Mrs. Godfrey, and rather a perturbed tone. Cedric, that boy, going to stay with the Jacobes. And then she broke off and said abruptly, I'm sorry to hear it. I should not care for one of my boys to be thrown much into the society of Sol Jacoby and his sister. End of chapter 18. Chapter 19 of Herb of Grace. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Rita Butros. Herb of Grace by Rosa Nushet-Carrie. Chapter 19. A Touch of the Tardor. Here comes the lady, oh so light a foot, will nare where out the everlasting flint, Romeo and Juliet. When you doubt, abstain, Zoroaster. Malcolm gave a slight start of dismay. Mrs. Godfrey's manner conveyed more than her words. In spite of his secret prejudice, he was not prepared for so strong an expression of disapproval. She was a woman of sound judgment and very charitable in her estimate of people. And he knew that he could rely on her opinion. Her intuitions were seldom at fault. Whether she blamed or praised it was always with rare discrimination and perfect justice. And she was never impulsive or rash in her verdicts. There was a moment's silence. A blackbird evidently attracted by Mrs. Godfrey's clear resonant voice had perched on the stone parapet beside them and watched them in bright-eyed curiosity. Then, as Malcolm moved his arm, it flew off with clucking notes of warning to rejoin its mate. I am rather troubled to hear you say this began, Malcolm. Will you tell me all you know about these people? That is just the difficulty returned Mrs. Godfrey slowly. No one seems to know much about them. Even Mrs. Sinclair, who has taken them up so lately, knows scarcely anything of their antecedents. As far as I remember, Mrs. Sinclair asked me one day if I were not going to call on the Jacobis. They are perfectly charming, were her words. They are a brother and a sister who have taken Beechcroft for the season. They seem wealthy people and live in good style. And Miss Jacobi is one of the handsomest women I have ever seen. And this was all, as Mrs. Godfrey paused. It was all I could gather. Mr. Sinclair certainly told Alec that he understood that Mr. Jacobi had made his money in business. Something connected with a mining company, he believed. But no one seemed to know exactly. And the Jacobis are rather reticent about their own concerns. They seem to have a large visiting list and to know some big people. And Miss Jacobi called here? Yes, Mrs. Sinclair brought her. But I confess I was somewhat embarrassed by the visit. It has placed me in an awkward predicament. I have no wish to make their acquaintance, but I cannot well be unneighborly. One meets them everywhere. So Alec tells me that I must get rid of my insular prejudices and leave our cards at Beechcroft. It must be an awful nuisance, replied Malcolm sympathetically. Oh, I don't know. Miss Jacobi is very civil and pleasant. She is rather a reserved sort of woman, but remarkably good-looking, and she dresses beautifully. I am afraid, though laugh, all you gentlemen will lose your hearts to her. Even Alec raves about her. He declares they must be Italian Jews, although they have lived in England and America all their lives. Miss Jacobi has certainly rather a Jewish type of face, and she has the clear olive complexion of the Italian. Well, you will see them for yourself on Sunday, for they are regular churchgoers, though Mr. Jacobi's behavior during service is not always edifying. They have seats near us, and it irritates me dreadfully to see him lounging and yawning while other people are saying their prayers. Does Miss Jacobi lounge, too, in an amused tone? No, she behaves far better than her brother. I must confess to you, Mr. Herrick, that I am rather prejudiced against Mr. Jacobi. I do not like either his face or his manners. His eyes are too close together, and this, in my opinion, gives him rather a crafty look. And in manner, he is self-assertive and ostentatious. I know what you mean, returned Malcolm with a laugh. He spells me and mine with a capital M. Mrs. Godfrey nodded. Mrs. Sinclair tells me that the brother and sister are devoted to each other, but that Miss Jacobi seems to defer to her brother's opinion in everything. But there, I have told you all I know, and you must find out the rest for yourself. I shall keep my eyes open, I assure you, was Malcolm's reply. And then he continued in a perplexed tone. How on earth did Cedric get hold of them? But as Mrs. Godfrey could not answer this, Malcolm allowed the subject to drop. In his case, forewarned was forearmed, and but for his promise to Dinah and his very real concern for Cedric, he would have given the Jacobis a wide berth. It was only natural, however, that his curiosity should be strongly excited by this conversation. And when on the following morning, they took their seats in church, his attention wandered at the sound of every footstep in the aisle. The service had commenced before the vacant seats near them were occupied. Malcolm had a momentary glimpse of a tall, graceful-looking figure in soft, diaphanous raiment that seemed to pass them very swiftly. He even caught a strange subtle fragrance that seemed to linger in the air.  And her brother removed his lavender-kid gloves with elaborate care, as though Sol Jacobi had nothing in common with the rest of the miserable sinners. During the rest of the service, Malcolm had plenty of opportunity for studying his physiognomy, for he turned round more than once and encountered Malcolm's eyes. He was certainly handsome in his way. His features were good, though of the pronounced Jewish type. But his dark, brilliant eyes had a shifty look in them, probably, as Mrs. Godfrey suggested, from there being set a little closely together. In age, he appeared to be between 30 and 40. He could see little of Miss Jacobi except the dark, glossy coil of hair under her hat. For during the entire service, she was as motionless as a statue and never once turned her face in Malcolm's direction. Even when her brother spoke to her, she answered without looking at him. Whether Miss Jacobi was a devout worshiper or a mere automaton was not for him to judge. She might have her own reasons for not joining in the singing. Colonel Godfrey was always a little fussy about his hat in church. And so it was that Malcolm and Mrs. Godfrey were still in their places when the Jacobis passed their pew. Malcolm seized his opportunity and looked well at Miss Jacobi, but she did not appear to notice him. She was certainly a most striking-looking woman. Indeed, Malcolm's trained eye was obliged to confess that she was really beautiful. The features were perfect and the clear olive complexion just flushed with heat was wonderfully effective while the large melancholy eyes were full of a strange flashing light. What a superb creature was Malcolm's first unuttered thought. His second showed his keen insight, but it is not a happy face and with all its beauty there is no restfulness of expression. Colonel Godfrey was still brushing his hat in the anxious manner, peculiar to the well-dressed Englishman when they reached the porch. To Malcolm's surprise, he saw Miss Jacobi and her brother in animated conversation with a little group of ladies made up of etherages and Sinclairs. Malcolm, who knew them all, was at once greeted as an old acquaintance and, to Mrs. Godfrey's secret amusement, the Jacobis were introduced to him. Miss Jacobi bowed to him in rather a grave reserved manner, but her brother shook hands with real or assumed cordiality. I am delighted to make your acquaintance, Mr. Herrick, he observed volubly. We have a mutual friend, I believe. What a capital fellow Templeton is, charming, charming. We are going to put him up at our diggings for a few days and then, before Malcolm could answer, someone tapped Mr. Jacobi on the shoulder and asked him a question and Malcolm found himself beside Miss Jacobi. Mr. Templeton is an intimate friend of yours. Is he not? She asked carelessly. Her voice was very full and rich, but she spoke slowly as though she were accustomed to way, each word. It struck Malcolm that she listened with some intentness to his answer. Oh yes, we are very good friends. He returned with studied indifference. Mr. Templeton is more demonstrative, she said with a curiously graved smile that seemed habitual to her. He sings your praises, Mr. Herrick. You would be amused to hear him. It is so refreshing to find anyone natural and unconventional in this world.  Mr. Jacobi turned round at the sound. Come, Leah, he said impatiently. The horses are tired of standing and I want my luncheon. Mr. Jacobi bowed in rather a hurried fashion and at once rejoined her brother. Malcolm looked after the male Phaeton as it dashed down the road, but he made no response as Mr. Jacobi waved his whip to him in an airy fashion. Well, Mr. Herrick, said Mrs. Godfrey quietly. I suppose I may ask your opinion now. I do not think I am anxious for a further acquaintance, returned Malcolm grimly. The big M's are too much in evidence for my taste. I suppose I am a bit of a misanthrope, but I hate to be hail fellow well met with everyone. Why, that fellow Jacobi actually patronized me, patted me on the back, don't you know? He might have known me for six months. I call that sort of thing bad form, observed Colonel Godfrey. Jacobi is too smooth and plausible. My wife will have it that he is not a gentleman. Oh, Alec, you ought not to have repeated that. Why not, my dear lady, observed Malcolm, you are perfectly safe with me. I expect we think alike there. Somehow Jacobi has not the right cut, but his sister is very ladylike, murmured Mrs. Godfrey, her kindly heart accusing her of sensoriousness and want of charity. Both the gentlemen agreed to this. Then Malcolm, true to his character, as a lover of the picturesque, launched into unrestrained praise of Mr. Jacobi's beauty. If my friend Keston were to see her, he remarked, he would be wild to painter as Rebecca at the well or Ruth in the harvest fields. One does not often see a face like Mr. Jacobi's, and then after a little more talk, they reach the manor house. The following morning, Malcolm spent on the river, and late in the afternoon, they drove to Gleeblins, where the etherages lived. The beautiful grounds, sloping to the river, presented a most animated scene. A band was playing, and a gaily dressed crowd streamed from the house onto the lawn.  And the croquet, archery, and tennis grounds were well filled. Tea and refreshments were served in a huge marquee just below the house.  And he was deep in conversation with a young artist when Miss Jacobi and her brother passed them. She bowed to Malcolm with rather a pleased smile of recognition. What do you know LaBelle Jacobi? Observed his friend enviously.  Look here. Couldn't you do a good turn for a chap and introduce me? My dear Rodney, I have not spoken a dozen words to Miss Jacobi myself. Get one of the etharage girls to do the job for you. You had better look sharp, he continued, for there is quite a small crowd of men round her now. And as Mr. Rodney speedily acted on this hint, Malcolm joined some more of his friends. Later in the afternoon, as he was listening to the band, he saw Miss Jacobi opposite to him. She had still a little court round her and seemed talking with great animation. She looked far handsomer than on the previous day and her dress became her perfectly. She wore a cream-colored transparent stuff over yellow silk. Her Gainsborough hat was cream color and yellow too. And she carried a loosely dropping posy of tea roses and two or three rose buds of the same warm hue were nestled at her throat. The contrast of her dark eyes and hair and warm olive complexion was simply superb. And Malcolm secretly clapped his hands and murmured Bravo under his breath. She has the soul of the coquette and the artist too, he said to himself. Oh woman, woman, surely Solomon had you in his thoughts when he declared all his vanity. And then he remembered Elizabeth Templeton and felt ashamed of his cynicism. The next moment he noticed the coast was clear and obeying an involuntary impulse he crossed the lawn. Miss Jacobi welcomed him with a soft flickering smile but did not speak. Your court has deserted you, Miss Jacobi. Not entirely, she returned. Captain Fawcett has gone to fetch me an ice. It is so hot in the tent. And Mr. Dysart is looking for my fan. They will be back presently. She's spoken rather a weary tone. Why do you stand here, he remonstrated? There is a vacant seat under that acacia and you will hear the music quite well. There, let me take you to it. The afternoon is unusually warm in spite of the river breeze. Rather to his surprise, she bent her head innocent in her queenly way and he guided her to the cool retreat. Will you not sit down too? She asked in rather a hesitating manner but there was no coquetry in her glance. Malcolm shook his head. I must look out for Dysart and the other man he observed or they will think I have spirited you away. I am not the least tired. What a pretty scene it is, Miss Jacobi. Look at those children dancing under the elm trees. They seem very happy was her reply but there was a sad expression in her eyes. Certainly childhood is the happiest time in one's life if it could only last forever. Are you sure you mean what you say? replied Malcolm in a grave argumentative tone. Remember, it is the age of ignorance as well as innocence. With knowledge comes responsibility and the pains and penalties of life. Nevertheless, few of us desire to remain children. I am one of the few, she returned curtly. I cannot believe that and Malcolm smiled but I grant you that the best and highest natures have something of the child in them. As Mencius says, the great man is he who does not lose his child's heart. Miss Jacobi looked impressed. That is well said, she replied softly. Mr. Herrick, I think your friend Mr. Templeton is rather like that. He is so young and fresh. It is delightful to listen to him. He is two and 20, is he not?  She laughed an odd constrained little laugh as she said this and added in a curious undertone. And I am only nine and 20 and I feel as though I were 70. See what responsibilities and the pains and penalties of life do for a woman. It was a strange speech and a strange flash of the eye accompanied it. Then her tone and manner suddenly changed as a footstep in their vicinity reached her ear. Saul, were you looking for me? She said, starting from her seat. I was tired. So Mr. Herrick found me this nice shady place. I suppose it is time for us to go. Well, we have a dinner party on tonight. Returned her brother bluntly and it will hardly do for the hostess to be late. Wait a moment, Leah, as she was about to take leave of Malcolm. I found Dysart hunting for your fan. So I told him I had it. It cost 10 guineas, you remember, in a meaning tone. Then Mr. Jacobi flushed a little as she took it from his hand. I must have dropped it in the tent. There was such a crush, she murmured. Goodbye, Mr. Herrick, I am much rested now. Goodbye, Herrick, observed Mr. Jacobi in a familiar tone that graded on Malcolm. We shall be very glad to see you at Beechcroft when young Templeton is with us. It is Telemachus and Mentor over again, is it not? And here he broke into a little cackling laugh. Well, ta-ta, come along, Leah. And taking his sister by the arm, Mr. Jacobi quickly crossed the lawn with her. He is a cat if ever a man was mused, Malcolm, as he followed them slowly. And if I do not mistake, there is a touch of the tartar about him. She may be a devoted sister, as Mrs. Sinclair observes, but she is afraid of him all the same. What a strange girl she seems, he continued. Woman, rather, I should say, for there is little of the girl about her. Somehow she interests me and she puzzles me too. She is so beautiful. Why is she still Miss Jacobi? He stood still for a minute to ponder over this mystery. Then he walked on very thoughtfully. I am a bit bothered about it all. I wish Cedric had never made their acquaintance. And Malcolm looked so grave when he rejoined his friends that Mrs. Godfrey thought he was bored and hastened her adieu. Malcolm did not undeceive her. Neither did he speak of the Jacobis again to her. But he made himself very pleasant all that evening. And the next day he left the manor house. End of chapter 19. Chapter 20 of Herb of Grace. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Rita Boutros. Herb of Grace by Rosa Nushat Kari. Chapter 20. A white sun bonnet. My soul its secret hath. My life too hath its mystery. A love eternal in a moment's space conceived. Arrowers. One lovely morning in August, about a fortnight after the garden party at Gleblans, Malcolm Herrick sauntered slowly down the woodland path which the Templeton's always called the Lady's Mile. His face was set towards Rotherwood and in spite of his loitering pace, there was an intent and watchful look in his eyes. But what his purpose or design might be was best known to himself. For wonderful and devious are the ways of man and who can fathom them. Presently attempting tangle of honeysuckle attracted him and he clambered up the bank in search of it. The bank was dry and slippery and the honeysuckle was difficult to reach but Malcolm was not to be conquered. He had just caught hold of the branch when the far off click of a gate attracted his attention and still holding the branch, he peeped cautiously through the brambles. The next minute a tall mass of young woman in a white sun bonnet came into view. Actually a white sun bonnet such as a milkmaid or farming wench might have worn but this was no rustic glass who walked so briskly through the woodlands. None but Elizabeth Templeton moved with that free graceful step or carried her head in that queenly fashion. In his hiding place Malcolm had a good view of her face. Her eyes were bright and she had a soft smile on her lips as though some thought pleased her. Some dreams dream that seemed fair to her inward vision. Miss Templeton then Elizabeth gave a great start and stood still and looked up at him. Wait a moment please he continued hurriedly. This branch is so tough and my knife is small. There I have secured it. And then waving the festoon of honeysuckle triumphantly he scrambled down the bank and stood beside her. Elizabeth shook hands with him rather gravely. So you have taken up your quarters at the crow's nest she observed as they walked on together. Yes I came down last evening and settled in with all my goods and chattels. I thought I was in the garden of Eden when I woke this morning and saw all those pink and white roses knit knotting their beautiful heads at me. Oh I remember how the roses clambered into the room returned Elizabeth in an interested tone. Yes and the birds seemed as though they wanted to get up a sort of handle festival. Only the prima donnas and the big guns were missing. But there was plenty of twittering and bird chatter. I think there was settling the solos. Elizabeth laughed. She was always amused at Mr. Herrick's nonsense. I have begun by enjoying myself immensely he went on. I have eaten a record breakfast and smoked two pipes and now I have picked all this honeysuckle and met you. A slight emphasis on the last word. To tell you the truth Miss Templeton and here he looked at her with a pleasant smile. The meeting was not purely accidental. I knew it was your morning for the schools. And you came to meet me? Elizabeth's manner stiffened. If Malcolm had been thin-skinned he might have suspected that she was not quite pleased at this avowal. Yes I was anxious to meet you. Malcolm spoke with quiet assurance. There was something I wanted to tell you. If I had waited to call at the woodhouse this afternoon your sister would have been with you. And it is something you do not wish her to hear. And Elizabeth's slight frown vanished. Well I thought it would be better to talk it over with you first. I have seen the Jacobes Miss Templeton and I must confess that I am not favorably impressed by them. Cedric is with them now exclaimed Elizabeth in rather a distressed voice. Diana heard from him this morning. He is very happy having a good old time as he expresses it. He saw the Godfrees before they left for Scotland. They have gone then. What a pity, observed Malcolm. Then Elizabeth looked at him inquiringly. You mean on Cedric's account? Yes I am sorry too. Will you tell me all you can about the Jacobes? And then Malcolm with masculine brevity and great distinctness retailed his impressions of the brother and sister. Elizabeth's face grew grave as she listened. Oh I am sorry, she exclaimed. What will poor Diana say when I tell her? She is so anxious for Cedric to choose his friends well. And by your account Mr. Jacoby is certainly not a gentleman. I thought perhaps you would keep this to yourself. But Elizabeth shook her head. I dare not. Cedric is her own boy and I must hide nothing from her. There was only one thing I kept to myself but then Cedric told it to me in the strictest confidence. Mr. Herrick, it is an absurd question for Cedric is such a boy but is not Mr. Jacoby likely to be the attraction?  I might go farther and say she is a beautiful woman returned Malcolm but taste differ you know. I admire Mr. Jacoby as I should a picture or a statue but I could not imagine falling in love with her. Indeed I am rather surprised to hear you say that. I thought you were a lover of the picturesque. Elizabeth's tone was a little teasing. I do not deny the soft impeachment replied Malcolm somewhat seriously but moral beauty and the loveliness of a well balanced character outweigh in my estimation mere outward beauty. Mr. Jacoby is a stranger to me certainly but in my opinion there is something complex and mysterious in her personality. There are hard lines in her face and her expression is at once cynical and unhappy. One could pity such a woman continued Malcolm to himself but one would never, never yearn to take her to one's heart. Elizabeth looked at him curiously as though she understood this unspoken speech and when she spoke again it was with a new and added friendliness. You are a good judge of character Mr. Herrick and I feel I can rely on your opinion. If only the Godfrees were at the manor house. You forget that Beechcroft is at Henley he observed with a smile. Oh no I have not forgotten but I was thinking that I might have gone down to spy out the land for myself. Of course it would have vexed Cedric but I should have done it all the same. Well there is nothing for it but patience. By the by Mr. Herrick we have fixed the date of the Templeton bean feast. Cedric will have to come back for that. Do you think he would care to bring his friends? He asked in rather a meaning tone. Then at this daring suggestion Elizabeth's eyes opened widely. Do you think that would be wise that it might not complicate matters and increase the intimacy? Elizabeth put this question with manifest anxiety. We have no desire to have the Jacobis on our visiting list. Of course not was Malcolm's answer. You know I never meant that but it would give you and Miss Templeton an opportunity of studying them and it could be managed without difficulty. I wish you would tell me how. I suppose we should have to send Mr. Kobe a card of invitation. No I think not, at least not at first. Tell Cedric that he may have carte blanche for his friends and leave him to follow up the hint. He will answer by return and tell you that he has asked the Jacobis and then the card can be sent. Yes I see, it is a good idea. I will talk to Dinah and thank you all the same for your suggestion. I am quite ashamed of bothering you about our concerns. I fear we trespass on your good nature. Not at all, returned Malcolm easily. I was going to ask your advice about a little protege of my own. And then Elizabeth lent a willing ear while Malcolm in his best style told the story of little Kit. They had turned in at the gate of the woodhouse by this time and the dark furs stretched on either side. Elizabeth had taken off her sun bonnet and it dangled from her arm. Her eyes were soft with womanly sympathy. Never had the charm of her personality appealed so strongly to Malcolm. He scarcely dared to look at her for fear she should discover the truth. It is too soon, she would not believe it, he said to himself. But as he talked, his voice was strangely vibrant and full of feeling and when the sun bonnet brushed lightly against him he was conscious that his arm trembled. But Elizabeth was too much occupied with little Kit to notice Malcolm's slight discomposure. Oh, I am so glad you told me, she said in her eager way. I really think I shall be able to help you. There is the dearest old woman in the village, Mrs. Sullivan. She lives in a pretty cottage quite close to the plow and she was only telling me the other day that she wished that she had another child to mother. Sometimes my sister and I have a little east end wave and stray down for a few weeks in the summer, continued Elizabeth modestly. Some sick child or occasionally some overburdened worker and we always lodge them at Mrs. Sullivan's. It is not much of a place, but we call it the Providence House. The cottage is really our own property and Mrs. Sullivan has it rent free. Do you think that she would take care of Kit? I am sure of it. But Mr. Herrick, Kit must be our guest. Please remember that. Hush, peremptorily. I will not hear a word to the contrary and there is something else I want to say. Would not Calib Martin like to come to? Kit would be strange without him and there is plenty of room for them both. Think what a month of this sweet country air would mean to him after Todd Morton's lane. You must write to him at once and tell him to hurry Kit down. I think it would be better to go up and speak to him myself tomorrow morning, returned Malcolm. He spoke rather reluctantly, but the beaming look of approval that followed this speech rewarded him for the little sacrifice. Now I call that kind, returned Elizabeth warmly. Very few people would take so much trouble for a shabby little cobbler and an ailing child, she thought. How pleased Dinah will be when she hears about it. The kindness is on your part, Mrs. Templeton, returned Malcolm. But he was much gratified by her manner. If Kit and her father are to be your guests, there is little enough for me to do. When I spoke to you just now, I had quite decided to take lodgings for them at Rotherwood. Kit is my guest, replied Elizabeth obstinately. Now, will you come in, Mr. Herrick, and have lunch in with us? But Malcolm declined this. He would look in later in the day and pay his respects to Mrs. Templeton. And then he lifted his hat and turned away. Elizabeth stood in the porch and watched him. He is a good man, she said softly, and I like him. I like him very much. But she sighed a little heavily as she turned away. Meanwhile, Malcolm was saying to himself in his whimsical way, it is my destiny, is it not written in the Book of Fate? The Parse sisters three have willed it so. Good heavens, what an enigma life is. Some winged insect whirling in a cyclone would have as much chance of escaping its doom as a human being under such circumstances. Then he stopped and looked with blank, unseeing eyes down the slanting fur avenue. It is a mystery, he went on. The very mystery of mysteries. The Sphinx is nothing to it. A month ago we were strangers. I neither knew nor cared that such a person as Elizabeth Templeton existed. And a week, a little cycle of seven or eight nights and days has wrought this wondrous change. Am I the same man? Is this the solid earth on which I am walking? And then he gave an odd sort of laugh, which seemed to hurt him. My God, he muttered, how I love this woman.  The following afternoon, when Malcolm returned from his charitable errand to Todd Morton's lane, he saw the Keston family grouped on the shady patch of lawn in the front garden. Verity, who had babs in her arms, flew to meet him. But Ammius merely waved his pipe and grunted in an amicable fashion. Oh, how tired and dusty you look, exclaimed Verity, in the pretty maternal way that always sat so quaintly on her. Look at him, Ammius. I do believe he has walked all those miles from Earl's Field. Yes, Verily, you are right, child, returned the giant placidly, and then Verity put down babs on the grass to sprawl among the daisies. Sit down, she said, pushing Malcolm with her tiny hands into a big hammock chair.  Ice lemonade is out of the question. And then she flitted into the house on her usual errand of hunting this snark. Malcolm was certainly tired. He had been unable to get a fly at Earl's Field, and the long climb in the heat had rather taken it out of him. So he was well content to lie back in his lounge and let Verity wait on him. We have had visitors, she observed presently. Then Malcolm looked up quickly. The ladies from the woodhouse, she continued, they were here for quite an hour. You are right, Mr. Herrick, the eldest Miss Templeton is a perfect darling. Ammius was just saying, as you turn the corner, that he would like to paint her as a puritan lady. The dress would exactly suit her. She has a very sweet face, endorsed Ammius, and her manners are remarkably pleasing. Yay, Verily fell in love with her because she admired Babs. Love me, love my Babs, don't you know?  He was as much pleased as I was, Mr. Herrick, when Miss Templeton kissed Baby and made much of her.  The other Miss Templeton is a striking-looking woman of rather uncommon type, observed Ammius, blowing away a cloud of smoke rather lazily. She made herself very pleasant too and said all sorts of civil things. I thought her rather formidable at first, annotated Verily, but I soon discovered that she was interesting. She is very bright and original, and we soon got on very nicely together. By the by, Mr. Herrick, they want us all to dine at the woodhouse tomorrow. It is to be a comfortable, informal sort of meal. I told Miss Templeton that I had no company manners as I had lived all my life in Bohemia, and then Miss Elizabeth laughed and said she was rather unconventional herself and that she thought I should exactly suit them. I told you so, responded Malcolm in a low voice. I suppose there will be no other guests. Only the Carlians returned Verity. Mr. Carlian is the curate at Rotherwood, Miss Templeton told us, and just now his father is staying with him. Oh, Carlian, Jr. seems always on the premises, replied Malcolm carelessly. He is a sort of tame cat. Well, I am off to the Garden of Eden now.  He is always there, he muttered. One is never free from him. Perhaps it is her goodness of heart. She is so kind to everyone, and he is her clergyman. Of course it must be that. He frowned and sighed impatiently, but as he turned away he saw the sprays of honeysuckle that he had gathered the previous day lay on the windowsill forgotten and neglected with all the beautiful creamy blossoms withered and dead. End of chapter 20. Chapter 21 of Herb of Grace. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Rita Boutros. Herb of Grace by Rosa Nushet, Cari. Chapter 21, if I were only like you, who, seeking for himself alone, ever entered heaven, in blessing we are blessed. See, Seymour. There is no separation, no past. Eternity, the now, is continuous. The continuity of now is forever. Richard Jeffries. The party from the crow's nest were somewhat late in arriving the following evening. Verity made her excuses very prettily. It was all darling Babs' fault, she said to Miss Templeton. She would play instead of going to sleep. Mr. Herrick lost patience at last and declared he would go on alone. I must take my goddaughter in hand, or she will be ruined body and soul, observed Malcolm severely. Babs is already a domestic tyrant and screams the house down if any of her fads and fancies are resisted. I am thinking of writing a series of essays on degenerate and irresponsible parents and the cruelty of modern education in the nursery, which outherds Herrick. Of course, they all laughed at this idea. And then David Carlyon crossed the room to shake hands with Malcolm and to introduce his father. The two men were curiously alike. The Reverend Rupert Carlyon was an older, shabbier and more care-worn David, but there was the same broad, intellectual brow, the same bright intelligence of expression. And their voices were so strangely similar that if Malcolm had closed his eyes, he could not have distinguished between them. They both spoke with the same quickness and in the same clipping fashion. Malcolm noticed before the evening was over that David Carlyon looked unusually pale and tired, though he seemed in excellent spirits. Dina made the same remark to his father. Oh, I have been giving that boy of mine a lecture, he said quickly. He is a perfect spenthrift and prodigal with regard to the midnight oil and burns both ends of his candle in the most reckless fashion. I should not have thought a sleepy little place like Rotherwood would have overtaxed his energies, observed Malcolm, in rather a surprised tone. The elder man shook his head. There is always work enough if one looks for it. My son is a sort of medical missionary in his way and concerns himself with the bodies as well as the souls of his people. The last two nights, he has been up until nearly dawn with a stranger, a sort of commercial traveler who has been taken ill at the plow. It is a sad case. He is quite a young man and our doctor fears that he will not pull through. But Mr. Carlyan forebore to state the fact that each night he had relieved his son rising from his bed in the gray pearly dawn before the first bird Twitter was heard to take his watch beside the fever-stricken stranger. The Carlyans were men whose left hand did not know what their right hand did. And the Reverend Rupert Carlyan's ministry had been a record of humble, unobtrusive acts of goodwill and kindness to man, woman, and child.  The Carlyans took their leave soon after this. Elizabeth walked down to the gate with them. Malcolm thought she looked rather grave when she returned as though something troubled her, but she would not hear of the party breaking up and promised Malcolm that she would sing all his favorite songs to his friends. And she kept her word. Malcolm sat in a trance of beatitude while the beautiful voice floated out into the darkness, startling some night bird in the copes. And Verity's eyes were wet and she stole closer to her husband, for it seemed to her as though the shadows from the old life were creeping round her. And unseen by anyone but Dina, she leaned her cheek against Amious's hand. Oh, how can you sing like that? That exclaimed Verity in her naive way when Elizabeth joined them on the terrace. You sing right down into people's hearts. Oh, I felt so sad and then so happy. And the world did not seem wide enough to contain me. You must not flatter me, returned Elizabeth, but she was evidently gratified. Then she turned her head to Malcolm, who was behind her and said in an undertone, you are quite right. The Jacobis are coming to our party. I have sent them a card this afternoon. I hope Ms. Templeton approved of my suggestion. Yes, she thought with you that it would be an excellent opportunity of taking stock of the enemy. And Cedric was so pleased. Mr. Herrick, she continued, as they walked down the terrace, I must tell you that we are charmed with Mrs. Keston. She is a dear little thing and so fascinating and original and she looks really pretty tonight. No, she is not pretty, returned to Malcolm, but her dress becomes her. We call it Keston's chef-d'oeuvre. He always designs her gowns. He is very aesthetic in his tastes and he knows exactly what suits her. If Verity were left to her own devices, she would be very crude and unfinished. He is very proud of her, observed Elizabeth. It is good to see two such happy people. We like them immensely and shall hope to see a great deal of them. And Malcolm was so elated by these anconiums on his friends and by Elizabeth's gracious friendliness that he actually suggested that she should walk down the drive with them. But to his secret chagrin, she made some excuse. Half an hour later, she entered her sister's room. Dina was reading as usual with her little green lamp beside her. But she closed her book and looked up at her inquiringly. What is it, Betty? she said gently. Something has been troubling you tonight. Then Elizabeth turned aside her face for a moment, but she was not regarding herself in the great mirror. It concerns David, continued Dina calmly. Then Elizabeth gave vent to a heavy sigh. Yes, it concerns David, she returned. I have been talking to him, oh, so seriously, and to his father too, but it is no use. They will let me do nothing to help them. I wanted to send in a night nurse, but they will have it that it is not necessary. Old Mrs. Roper takes care of the patient by day, and it is only the night. But Betty, dear, surely David Carlyan is not going there again tonight? Indeed he is, very sadly. I heard them arranging it this afternoon. Mr. Carlyan is to relieve him at three. He was so tired that he could scarcely eat his dinner, and he told me that he dared not stay for the music, as I should certainly sing him to sleep. Die, in rather a choked voice. It is not right. He will kill himself if he goes on like this. It was evident that Elizabeth was in a depressed mood. Perhaps she was tired too. Dina, who knew her well, quite understood her. Don't worry, Betty, she said kindly. David Carlyan is young enough and strong enough to bear the loss of a few nights rest, and the fever is not infectious. By all accounts, the poor fellow cannot last many days. Tomorrow I will go over to the White Cottage and talk to them both. I shall tell David that he has no right to let his father work so hard during his holiday. Tell him we know such a nice woman die, and Dina promised that she would do her very best. But Elizabeth had not wholly eased her mind. She stood looking at her sister rather doubtfully, and then she said abruptly, Die, there is something I want to ask you. You heard from Douglas Fraser this morning, did you not? Then a faint color came to Dina's pale cheeks. Were you afraid to ask me that before, my dear? She said with a smile. But it was my fault. I ought to have told you. This sort of question is not easy, even for a sister to ask. Yes, Douglas wrote, and Agnes too. Dear little Letice is so much better. He thinks she will pull through now, thank God, but they nearly lost her. Was it as bad as that, Die? In an odd tone. Yes, it has been a terrible illness. They have nurses, of course, but poor Agnes is almost worn out. She is their only girl, and Douglas does so doad on her. He has suffered so. One can read it in every word, and Dina's voice shook a little. Perhaps it needed only to bring Elizabeth's emotion to a culminating point, for to Dina's surprise, she suddenly knelt down and put her arms around her, and the tears were running down her face. Oh, Die, stop. I cannot bear to hear you. It pains me so. It pains me all over. My darling bed.  But Elizabeth was not to be soothed so easily. That is why I never mention his name. I try to pretend sometimes that I do not see his handwriting. Oh, Die, caressing her. How can any woman be such an angel? It is not natural. In your place, under your circumstances, I would never have seen him again. Dear Elizabeth returned Dina quietly, but her face had grown very white. You must surely remember that we never met, never thought of meeting, until dear Agnes herself brought us together. Don't you recollect how sweetly she wrote and begged me to be their friend. She said that it would make him happier, and herself too, that she never wished him to forget me, that it was through my influence that he had been brought right, and that they were no longer divided in faith. Oh, Betty, I was a happy woman the day I got that letter, and I have been a happy woman since. Through pain to peace, she went on softly. I should like those words to be inscribed on my tombstone, to think of the terror and the struggle, the buffeting of all those cruel waves and billows, and then to see land at last.  Then Elizabeth tried to control her sobs. Die, I am quite ashamed of myself. I cannot think what has come to me.  It is not like me, is it, dear? But my heart feels as heavy as lead tonight. Things are going wrong somehow, or is it my fancy?  Like me? Oh, no, Elizabeth. For dynast humility could ill-brook this speech. But it is no use. I could never reach you. I am so human, a passionate, self-willed woman who wants her own way in everything.  That is why I love you so. I love you so. Not more than I love you, returned her sister tenderly. Dear Elizabeth, it is only your generosity that makes you say this. But it is not true. I wish I knew what has upset you so tonight. But Elizabeth made no reply to this. The friendship between the sisters was so perfect that speech did not always seem necessary. When Elizabeth remained silent, Dynah did not repeat her question. Elizabeth had seated herself on the cushioned window seat, close to Dynah's chair. The little green lamp had been extinguished, and the room was bathed in moonlight. Down below were the dark woodlands. Let me stay for a little while, Elizabeth had whispered, and then they had both remained silent. Dynah felt perplexed and troubled by her sister's unusual emotion. Elizabeth's strong, healthy nature was never morbid. Her temperament was even and sun-shiny, and a depressed mood was a rare thing with her.  Silence was good for both of them, she thought. When one has lived through a great pain and by God's grace has conquered, it is better to bury the dead past. Elizabeth's passionate incredulity, the difficulty she felt in understanding her sister's motives, her exaggerated praise made Dynah wince in positive pain. How could human love misjudge her so? Did not even her nearest and dearest, her own sister friend, know how often she had striven and failed and fainted under that hard cross that had been laid upon her? And in truth few women had suffered as Dynah had in the sweet blossom of her early womanhood, and more than once she had been very near the gates of the dark valley whose shadow is the shadow of death. How she had gloried in her lover, her douglas, douglas tender and true, as she had called him to herself, in his great intellect and his strong man's heart, in the plan and purpose of his life, with its scientific research and its passionate love of truth. And then that awful struggle between her affection and her sense of right, the doubts and terrors, the wakeful nights and joyless days, the vast blank of life that stretched before her poor eyes, half blind with their woman's weeping. Oh Galilean, thou hast conquered, were the words that came to her when the crucial test had been passed, and she was parted with her beloved. Those were sad days at the woodhouse, and there were sadder days still at Rome, but she lived through them and Elizabeth helped her, and so by and by, the light of a new dawn, a little gray and misty perhaps, but still dawn, opened before Dinah's tired eyes. I loved much and I prayed much, and God answered my prayers, she said long afterwards. But the wound was wide and deep and healed slowly, and it was not until douglas Frazier had married a noble-hearted and beautiful woman whom he called his Lady of Consolation, that Dinah recovered a measure of her former cheerfulness, but the day she heard that he was no longer an agnostic was always kept by her as a festival. Then indeed the cup of her pure joy seemed full to the very brim. He had come right and now always well with him and with her too. Pain and loss had been his teachers and great indeed was her reward. It was your renunciation and sacrifice that first opened my eyes, he wrote. I know now how rightly you acted. If I had married you then, if my entreaties had prevailed, I should never have made you happy. My dear Agnes has taught me this, and this cherished letter was Dinah's treasure. She and Dr. Frazier seldom met, not more than once a year, but from time to time he wrote to her, and his wife and children were very dear to her. I cannot understand it, Elizabeth had more than once said, but Dinah could furnish no explanation. She only knew that it was so, that her life was a happy one, and that she asked for nothing more. Douglas and his wife were her dearest friends, and Letiz, her sweet god-daughter, ranked next to Cedric in her heart. With so many to love, how could life fail to satisfy her? And it is so short, so short, she would say to herself, one sees so little of one's friends here, but one will have plenty of time to enjoy them in paradise. Continuity of life, continuity of love, this was Dinah's simple creed, but it kept her young and happy. Dinah has the secret of perpetual youth, Elizabeth would say to her friend, Mrs. Godfrey, but she generally ended with a sigh, if only I were like her. End of chapter 21.