"I didn't even know that they were acquainted.""Do you think it likely--if Mr.Morris had been talking to you instead of writing to you--that he might have said more than he has said in his letter?"Cecilia had hitherto remained a model of discretion.Seeing Emily hesitate,temptation overcame her."Not a doubt of it,papa!"she declared confidently.
"Is Cecilia right?"Mr.Wyvil inquired.
Reminded in this way of her influence over Alban,Emily could only make one honest reply.She admitted that Cecilia was right.
Mr.Wyvil thereupon advised her not to express any opinion,until she was in a better position to judge for herself."When you write to Mr.Morris,"he continued,"say that you will wait to tell him what you think of Miss Jethro,until you see him again.""I have no prospect at present of seeing him again,"Emily said.
"You can see Mr.Morris whenever it suits him to come here,"Mr.
Wyvil replied."I will write and ask him to visit us,and you can inclose the invitation in your letter.""Oh,Mr.Wyvil,how good of you!"
"Oh,papa,the very thing I was going to ask you to do!"The excellent master of Monksmoor looked unaffectedly surprised.
"What are you two young ladies making a fuss about?"he said.
"Mr.Morris is a gentleman by profession;and--may I venture to say it,Miss Emily?--a valued friend of yours as well.Who has a better claim to be one of my guests?"Cecilia stopped her father as he was about to leave the room."Isuppose we mustn't ask Mr.Mirabel what he knows of Miss Jethro?"she said.
"My dear,what can you be thinking of?What right have we to question Mr.Mirabel about Miss Jethro?""It's so very unsatisfactory,papa.There must be some reason why Emily and Mr.Mirabel ought not to meet--or why should Miss Jethro have been so very earnest about it?""Miss Jethro doesn't intend us to know why,Cecilia.It will perhaps come out in time.Wait for time."Left together,the girls discussed the course which Alban would probably take,on receiving Mr.Wyvil's invitation.
"He will only be too glad,"Cecilia asserted,"to have the opportunity of seeing you again.""I doubt whether he will care about seeing me again,among strangers,"Emily replied."And you forget that there are obstacles in his way.How is he to leave his class?""Quite easily!His class doesn't meet on the Saturday half-holiday.He can be here,if he starts early,in time for luncheon;and he can stay till Monday or Tuesday.""Who is to take his place at the school?"
"Miss Ladd,to be sure--if youmake a point of it.Write to her,as well as to Mr.Morris."The letters being written--and the order having been given to prepare a room for the expected guest--Emily and Cecilia returned to the drawing-room.They found the elders of the party variously engaged--the men with newspapers,and the ladies with work.
Entering the conservatory next,they discovered Cecilia's sister languishing among the flowers in an easy chair.Constitutional laziness,in some young ladies,assumes an invalid character,and presents the interesting spectacle of perpetual convalescence.
The doctor declared that the baths at St.Moritz had cured Miss Julia.Miss Julia declined to agree with the doctor.
"Come into the garden with Emily and me,"Cecilia said.
"Emily and you don't know what it is to be ill,"Julia answered.
The two girls left her,and joined the young people who were amusing themselves in the garden.Francine had taken possession of Mirabel,and had condemned him to hard labor in swinging her.
He made an attempt to get away when Emily and Cecilia approached,and was peremptorily recalled to his duty."Higher!"cried Miss de Sor,in her hardest tones of authority."I want to swing higher than anybody else!"Mirabel submitted with gentleman-like resignation,and was rewarded by tender encouragement expressed in a look.
"Do you see that?"Cecilia whispered."He knows how rich she is--I wonder whether he will marry her."Emily smiled."I doubt it,while he is in this house,"she said.
"You are as rich as Francine--and don't forget that you have other attractions as well."Cecilia shook her head."Mr.Mirabel is very nice,"she admitted;"but I wouldn't marry him.Would you?"
Emily secretly compared Alban with Mirabel."Not for the world!"she answered.
The next day was the day of Mirabel's departure.His admirers among the ladies followed him out to the door,at which Mr.
Wyvil's carriage was waiting.Francine threw a nosegay after the departing guest as he got in."Mind you come back to us on Monday!"she said.Mirabel bowed and thanked her;but his last look was for Emily,standing apart from the others at the top of the steps.Francine said nothing;her lips closed convulsively--she turned suddenly pale.
