“Surely there is nothing more.”
“The daily facing of Father. The being less at ease with you and Grandma; yes, even with you. Uncle is the exception. I don’t know why.”
“I believe I do,” said Hugo. “You feel I might have done what you have.”
“Would you have dared?” said Lavinia.
“No wonder you are at ease with me. We always are with people we look down on.”
“She has to be revenged on people,” said Egbert. “They appear to be better than she is. And she does not believe they are. No one could forgive them.”
Ninian came up to his daughter.
“Lavinia, the hour is behind us. It has been a dark one for us both. For me there is a weight of sorrow, and for you the heavier weight of your own. But nothing need prevent our going forward, as nothing can prevent our looking back. This is my last word of it. If part of the blame is mine, that is my atonement.”
He laid his hand on her shoulder and moved away, signing to his wife to follow. She remained where she was, and spoke to him across the distance.
“There have been too many words. You should know the time to forget. There are different kinds of wrong. The people sinned against are not always the best.”
“They are not,” said a sudden, deep voice. “They might be doing better now. It is a happy chance that I am here.”
CHAPTER VIII
“Ransom!” said Selina. “Ransom, my son! You are with your mother. You are in your home. Other things are nothing. My life is not at its end. The best of it is to come.”
There appeared a large, dark man, who would have borne a likeness to Selina, but for a heaviness that cumbered his features and his frame, and somehow told of failing health. He had stood by the door with Miss Starkie, seeking enlightenment as he needed it. The former had dismissed her pupils, and herself retained her place. He stood with his arm about his mother and spoke to anyone who heard him.
“The girl can come with me. My house is near. Home is not the place at such a time. It has no help for the young who have stumbled by the way. I can recognise the real wrong-doer. A wanderer has his use. Miss Starkie will see she is ready. We shall be going in an hour.”
Lavinia obeyed Miss Starkie’s sign and followed her. She did not question the decision. It spelt escape.
“I have come back to have my way. I am the man I was. And no one will care what I do. In outstaying my welcome I have outstayed everything else. But I have come to be near my home, and to leave what I have to support it. Money comes to the just and unjust. It has come in a measure to me. I have resisted temptation and yielded to it. There is not much in many lives. I can rescue the niece who has met it. She will be with me and order my house. And at the same time I serve myself. Yes, your thought is true and clear. And now I will be with my mother. She and I have the shortest future, and have shared the least of the past.”
“You know I have married a wife,” said Ninian. “You will be a friend to her?”
“Yes, I know. And I have seen and heard. And I am her friend.”
Ransom sat down by Selina, and she heard him and understood. Her son had returned to her to leave her. He had numbered his days.
Ninian waited for a time and then came up to them.
“Ransom, we rejoice that you are with us. We wish we could rejoice more. It is your health that brings you to us? You would not be here, if you were well?”
“It is true. I bring my doomed self to those who have not seen my prime. I return to my mother less as a joy than a grief. But from you I should have a welcome. Her loss will be your gain. My death will ensure your future. It is you who will have what is mine. The place that calls for it is yours.”
“The welcome is from all of us,” said Ninian, passing over the last words. “And indeed you have it. And you must not give up hope.”
“I have done what I could, asked and followed what I could. My heart has had its day. I have worked it hard. I have lived hard myself. It has to fail in its time. But here is something I can do first.”
“I am dazzled by you, Ransom,” said Hugo. “I don’t mean you put me in the shade, as I no longer notice it. I look out on a light. You bring out the poet in me. I know there is one in you.”
“Have you always been here?” said Ransom.
“That is a question hard to forgive. But I am a person who must forgive it. Yes. Where else should I have been?”
“What have you been doing all these years?”
“No one could forgive that. And even I cannot answer it.”
“There can be no answer. I have none myself. You compare well enough with me.”
“No, there is wonder in returning. And after we had given up hope. That adds to your value, though it hardly seems it should. And what wonder is there in always being here? The kind you showed.”
“A better kind, my boy,” said Selina. “A kind we feel without knowing it.”
“But I wish you knew it. You know you feel the other kind.”
“Now I am in the shade,” said Ransom. “We may be two dimmed figures. But we have the third.”
“Now listen to me,” said Miss Starkie’s voice. “You are not here to attract attention. I have brought you to greet your uncle. You will just say Goodnight and go.”
“That is not greeting him,” said Hengist.
“Well, it hardly is,” said Ransom, with his eyes on them. “I will accept a little more. How are you both?”
“We are quite well, thank you,” said Leah.
“I am glad to hear it. I cannot say the same.”
“You look quite well,” said Hengist.
“Perhaps he is ashamed of it,” said Leah. “Cook and Nurse would be.”
“How do you do, Uncle?” said Agnes. “I think you are like Grandma.”
“Do you see that for yourself?” said Ransom, looking at her.
“She has heard people say it,” said Hengist.
“Do you think I am like her?” said his uncle.
“No, you are too — you are not as thin as she is.”
“Well, I am a very sick man.”
“That would make him thin,” said Leah.
“Hush; it does not always,” said Miss Starkie. “Now that is enough. Say Goodnight and come away.”
The children kissed Selina and their father, smiled at Teresa and went to the door.
“Have you forgotten me already?” said Ransom.
“We don’t go round to everyone,” said Leah. “We didn’t go to Uncle Hugo, and we can’t have forgotten him.”
“You could have said Goodnight on the first day,” said Miss Starkie, in a tone without hope. “You know I brought you down on purpose.”
“Why are you staying so late?” said Hengist, in one without gratitude.
“I have been helping Lavinia. She is going to stay with your uncle.”
“So he doesn’t mind what she has done,” said Leah.
“You will not speak of it,” said Miss Starkie.
“We don’t mind about it either,” said Hengist. “So we shouldn’t say anything that mattered.”
“You will say nothing at all,” said Miss Starkie, as she closed the door.
“It is late for me to know them,” said Ransom to his brother. “And they will not have time to know me. I shall not be missed.”
“Which do you take to the most?”
“The small, dark girl of those. Most of all to the girl who will be mine. I saw and heard before you did.”
“You could hardly have understood.”
“I had Miss Starkie at my elbow. There you have chosen well. I was not long in the dark.”
“She does make her impression on people,” said Selina.
“Lavinia needs a change,” said Ninian. “She can be with you for a time.”
“She has no choice. Where else is she to be?”