I have heard my son speak of her, said the widow, faintly.
She was some connection of the Bedford family, said Adelaide, going on, with her curious eyes fixed on Mrs. Vincents face, who quailed before her, and she married a half brother of Lady Westerns a desperate rascal he was. They had one baby, and then she left him one baby, a girl, that has grown up an idiot; and here this lady lives a poor needle-woman to keep the girl safe, somehow, out of her fathers hand. Why he should want to have her I cant exactly tell. I suspect, because shes pretty, to make a decoy of her, and sell her somehow, either to be married, or worse
Adelaide! cried Mrs. Tufton; oh, my dear, do mind what youre saying; Mrs. Vincent does not know you. What can she think if you talk like that?
Mrs. Vincent sees well enough I am not a girl to be frightened for words, said the sick woman. Now, what I want to know is, what has your son to do with it? Hes gone off after them, now, for some reason or other; of course I dont expect you to tell me. Perhaps Lady Western has sent him? never mind, I will find out; but I know it has something to do with Mrs. Hilyard, for they both went off from Carlingford the same day. I have no share in life for myself, said Adelaide, with another keen look at the stranger; and so, instead of comforting myself that its all for the best, as papa says, I interfere with my fellow-creatures. Oh, pray, dont be sorry for me! I get on as well as most people. Nobody in this place ever succeeds in concealing anything from me.
Indeed it is a pity when people have anything to conceal, said poor Mrs. Vincent, thinking, with a sensation of deadly sickness at her heart, of the awful secret which was in Marys keeping, and faltering, in spite of all her self-command. She rose up hurriedly, when she met once more the glance of those sharp eyes: she could not bear that investigation; all her dreadful suspense and excitement seemed to ooze out unawares, and betray themselves; her only safety seemed in flight.
This is a very short visit, said Mr. Tufton. My dear anxious sister, we can only pray you may be comforted. All things work together for good; you dont need to be told that. Its sure to be for the best, whatever happens: take that consolation to your heart its sure to be for the best.
If her daughter dies and her son is dismissed, I wonder will that be for the best? said Adelaide Tufton, as soon as the widow had left the room. Mrs. Vincents ears, made acute by suffering, caught enough of this valedictory address to realise, if that were possible, an additional pang. Kind Mrs. Tufton did not hear it, not being in any such
state of feverish susceptibility. She, on the contrary, kissed the mother, whom she pitied with all her heart, and entreated her not to worry. A young healthy girl does not fall ill for nothing. Youll see things will turn out all right, said the kind soul; and Mrs. Vincent went upon her forlorn way.
At Mrs. Tozers the ministers mother found a little committee assembled. Mrs. Brown was there from the Devonshire Dairy, and Mrs. Pigeon, whose gratification in being able to hail Mrs. Vincent as an acquaintance, to the confusion of the dairywoman and amazement of Mrs. Tozer, almost restored the minister to that ladys favour. They were in the drawing-room, where, in honour of the expected visitors, a fire had been lighted; and as Mrs. Vincent ascended the dark staircase, she obtained a passing glimpse of Mr. Beecher seated at the table in the parlour studying The Railway Guide, which Phœbe expounded to him, until they were both sent for up-stairs. Altogether the conjunction did not look promising for Arthurs interests. She went in thrilling with a touch of exasperation and defiance. Now was the time to make a final stand for Arthur. This covert rebellion could be deprecated no longer.
I expect my son home to-day, said the brave mother, gulping down all the pangs of her expectation. I think, now that I see for myself how much he is thought of in Carlingford, I ought to make an apology to the Salem people. It was I that induced him to go away, not thinking that one Sunday would be such a great matter; but indeed it was very gratifying to me to see how disappointed everybody was. I hope Mr. Beecher will pardon me, for I am sure he preached us a very nice sermon, and we were all grateful for it; but, naturally on my dear boys account, to see how disappointed everybody was, was a great gratification to me.
Oh! I did not mind, said Mr. Beecher, with a little laugh of embarrassment; but the young man was much taken aback, and stared with astonished looks before he answered, at this totally unexpected address. Having thus floored one of her adversaries, and seeing the female foe more voluble and ready, quite prepared to answer her, Mrs. Vincent blandly proceeded.
And this, you know, Mrs. Tozer, was all the more gratifying to me, because I was not quite sure that Arthur had done wisely in choosing Carlingford. His dear father had so many friends in our denomination, and people are so kind as to speak of my boy as such a rising young man. Before I knew Carlingford, said the widow, looking round her with an air of gentle superiority, I used to regret my son had not accepted the invitation from Liverpool. Many people said to me that his talents would have had so much more room there; but I am reconciled now, she added, turning her mild eyes upon Mrs. Pigeon, who showed symptoms of resistance. I may say I am quite satisfied now. He would have been better off, and had more opportunity of making himself a position in Liverpool, but what is that in comparison with the attachment of a flock?