“Ninian, have you no welcome for me? The old days are to return. I am to be an unchosen, single man, the character in which I have not failed. And now I can afford to be it. It is odd that it takes so much to be so little.”
Lavinia moved to the door, and Ninian went with her, seeming to guard against anyone else’s following. In the hall he paused and turned towards her.
“Well, now I must save you everything. You have faced enough. Our resources can be joined to ease your way. I have always seen it as best. It will be a simple transition, and will be made simple for you. You can put all such things from your mind.”
“I have thought of them, as you have, Father. They are not nothing to me. They can be as my uncle would have left them, if he had been alone. I will transfer half the money to you, and you can use the rest for the time. I mean the interest on it, as long as I am with you.”
“Does she mean that? The interest and for the time! Is that how she has come to think? No, I don’t feel it is. It will go with what has gone.”
“We cannot look forward. This change may foreshadow others. It shows there is a future. If I am favoured above my family, I am only glad of it. I am not different from other people. I don’t know why it was thought I was. I am not sorry that I am myself.”
“And neither am I,” said her father, after a pause. “It is a normal, healthy self, and puts me at ease about you. If you were different from other people, there might be the other difference. Perhaps I have been afraid of it. I have no fear now.”
“I don’t want you to have it, Father. I have no wish to be a person apart. And I am giving up half of what is mine. My thinking of that and saying it shows how little apart I am.”
“So it does. You are my honest, ordinary girl. I must be grateful for you, and not put you too high. If I have done so, I must forget it.”
“You forgot it, Father. Some time ago and easily. We do not all forget. There again I prove I am not apart.”
Ninian smiled and moved to the stairs, and they mounted them together. Lavinia left him and entered her room, and went on to the schoolroom.
“I have brought you some news. Lavinia is not to leave us. She is not going to be married. What do you say to it?”
There was a pause.
“It is really something less than news,” said Leah.
“I could not have better, Mr. Middleton,” said Miss Starkie. “I will ask no questions. I can guess how it was. Lavinia faced the truth. How I trusted she would have the courage!”
“It did not fail her. I think it could not. And her brother came to her help. Those two are sure of each other. And so we are not to lose her. Surely that is news.”
“We should not have lost her,” said Agnes. “We were often to go to her house. And now she is not to have one.”
“She will share this one with me. We shall do a great deal together.”
“She has always shared it,” said Leah. “Didn’t Uncle Hugo want to marry her?”
“You know he did. The change has come from her. She felt it was wise to make it. And she knew it was my wish.”
“She knew that all the time. It must have been something different.”
“It takes two to make a quarrel,” said Hengist. “I suppose that is what it was.”
“You are wrong,” said Ninian. “They will always be good friends.”
“But they always are,” said Leah. “This not news. It is nothing.”
“It is not to me. And so it should not be to you.”
“Were you jealous of Uncle Hugo?” said Hengist.
“Yes, of course I was,” said his father, in a bantering tone. “She tried to like another middle-aged man better than me. I am glad she did not succeed. And now she is glad too.”
“I wonder if she really is,” said Agnes. “People sometimes have to pretend to be.”
“What do you know about it? Well, I am surprised. I thought you would be glad to keep your sister.”
“We oughtn’t to be glad, unless she is,” said Leah. “I mean in her heart.”
“Do you not hear what I say?” said her father.
“It might not be true,” said Hengist. “You have to put her in a proper light.”
“My words are always true,” said Ninian, going to the door. “And I hope yours are, or will be when you are older.”
“Now I was not proud of you,” said Miss Starkie.
“You always say that,” said Leah.
“Well, you should give me reason for pride.”
“Did you ever hope Uncle Hugo would marry you?” said Hengist, without regard to the advice. “You are about the right age.”
“Well, I am some years younger. No, of course I did not hope it.”
“Did you feel he was too far above you?”
“In what way?” said Miss Starkie.
“In the ordinary ways. He would not have been a governess, if he had been a woman.”
“It might not have been so unlikely, if he had had the education.”
“Perhaps he did aspire to her hand,” said Leah.
“What is the jest?” said Hugo, opening the door.
“A jest indeed, Mr. Hugo. Almost too simple to be called one. Something it would be foolish to repeat.”
“That you should marry her, as you are not to marry Lavinia,” said Hengist.
“She would not accept me. I am not cultured enough.”
“That is what she said,” said Leah.
“Indeed it is not, Mr. Hugo. It did not come in like that. It is a most misleading thing to say. They were talking nonsense, and I fell in with it to save trouble.”
“That is what I am doing.”
“You are the right age for her,” said Hengist.
“No, I am too old.”
“She said that too,” said Leah.
Miss Starkie raised her eyes and shoulders and did no more.
“Then of course you are too old for Lavinia,” said Hengist.
“Yes, it is agreed that I am.”
“We do not talk about age,” said Miss Starkie. “I shall have to forbid you to speak.”
“She hasn’t as much power as that,” said Hengist.
“You know her power is absolute,” said Hugo.
“Then she could have married you, if she liked. It shows she didn’t want to.”
“Do you feel you have had an escape?” said Leah.
“I must congratulate you, Mr. Hugo,” said Miss Starkie, with the suitable expression.
“Does she feel there are veiled insults in our words?” said Leah.
“Nothing you say is veiled,” said Miss Starkie. “It is all very open and obvious.”
“There is an insult that is not veiled,” said Hugo.
“Ought she to insult us?” said Hengist.
“I am always one by myself, Uncle,” said Agnes. “I shall be lonely without Grandma.”
“Yes. So will many of us.”
“She won’t be,” said Hengist, indicating Miss Starkie. “She used to be disparaging about her.”
“Now how is anyone to understand you?” said Miss Starkie, naturally above other people in this line.
“Grandma said things she wasn’t meant to hear, when she could hear them,” said Leah, in explanation to Hugo. “She always said she was not herself, when she said them.”
“Now if your uncle knows what you mean, I do not. And I had many talks with your grandmother when she was herself.”
“When did you have them?” said Hengist.
“Not when you were there,” said Miss Starkie, with a truth that might have been given a wider sphere.
“I like to remember what Grandma said about me,” said Agnes.
“Yes, Agnes. It is a memory to carry with you.”
“Do you carry your memory?” said Hengist.
“Yes, that of a personality it could be a privilege to meet.”
“But wasn’t one to her,” said Leah. “I don’t suppose she would have them.”