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Miss Morton was the only person who remarked this; and she had
a sufficient opportunity, for no notice was taken of her. She was not
introduced to Miss Cunningham; but the young lady cast many
curious glances at her as she came into the room, and then a
whispered conversation followed between her and Margaret, quite
loud enough to be heard. She was described as "the person who
teaches us music and drawing," and her birth, parentage, and
education were given. And when Miss Cunningham's curiosity was
satisfied, she condescended to look at her attentively for nearly a
minute, and then appeared entirely to forget that such a being was
in existence. Miss Morton bore this gaze without shrinking. There
was not a flush on her delicate cheek, or the slightest curl of anger
about her gentle mouth; and all that showed she was aware of what
was said was the momentary glistening of her eye as she caught the
words—"Oh! she is an orphan, is she?" and then Margaret's reply
—"Yes; she lost her father and mother both in one month." Amy
would have felt very indignant, if she had remarked it, but at that
moment she could attend to nothing but the door; and Dora, whose
proud, sulky mood had not yet passed away, sat by the window, and
did not speak.
"Would you let me go with you to your room?" said Amy to Miss
Morton, as soon as dinner was over. "I am afraid aunt Harrington will
be here presently; and I have got into such a scrape with her."
"But supposing," replied Emily, "that I should think it best for you
to stay, what will you do then?"
"Oh! of course," said Amy, "I should do as you thought right; but
if you would let me go and tell you all about it, I should be so glad;
and I will promise to come back again if you say I ought."
"Well!" replied Emily, "if we make that agreement I shall not care;
and we will let Rose and her doll stay behind."
Miss Morton thought for a moment, and then replied, "I am afraid,
my dear, that I must be very hard-hearted and say, no. Mrs
Harrington is much more likely to be displeased, if she thinks you
have hidden yourself. You know you must see her again, and then
you will still have the same fear, and you will not be comfortable
even at home, unless the meeting is over, but if you face it now, and
tell her, if she should say anything, that you are sorry she has been
displeased, and ask her to forgive you, you will return home happy.
We never lessen our difficulties by putting off the evil day."
"No," replied Miss Morton, "it was not wrong in itself; it was only
wrong because it was against your aunt's wishes. She is very
particular indeed about some things; and this, of ringing the bell and
giving orders, is one."
"I can't say I am sorry if I am not," said Amy; "and if I have not
done anything wrong, how can I be so?"
"You may be sorry for having vexed your aunt, though it was
unintentionally; and this is all I wish you to say."
Amy looked very unhappy. "I wish I had not gone away," she said;
"it will be much worse going back again if she is there."
"Yes," replied Miss Morton, "I can quite understand that; but
whether it be easy or difficult it does not make any difference in its
being right; and I think," she added, as she put her arm
affectionately round Amy's waist and kissed her for the first time, "I
think there is some one you love very dearly who would say the
same."
Perhaps no kiss that Amy had ever before received had been so
valuable as this. At the moment it seemed as if she had power to do
anything that Miss Morton thought right, and she walked to the door
with a firm step. Then once more her resolution failed, and as she
stood with the handle in her hand she said, "Do you think my aunt
will be there?"
"I do not think about it," replied Miss Morton; "but if you delay,
your courage will be quite gone. You will not shrink from doing what
is right, will you?"
Amy waited no longer, but with a desperate effort ran down the
turret stairs and along the passage, and opened the school-room
door without giving herself time to remember what she was about to
encounter.
The dessert still remained, but Dora and Margaret were standing
at the round table in the oriel window, exhibiting their drawings to
Lord Rochford, and Mr and Mrs Harrington were talking together
apart. Amy's first impulse was to screen herself from sight; but she
remembered Miss Morton's words, and resolving to meet the trial, at
once walked up to the table.
"She would do very well." answered Mrs Harrington, "if she would
but be as attentive to her general conduct as she is to her
accomplishments."
"I can never think any age an excuse for an impertinent liberty,"
was her reply.
"This is not the place to talk about it," she said, quickly. "Amy
knows very well that I had full reason to be displeased, but of
course she is too proud to own it."
"Oh no, indeed I am not!" exclaimed Amy. "I did not know I was
wrong, aunt; but I am very sorry for having vexed you."
Amy felt as if she hardly liked to be forgiven, when she did not
think she was in fault; but again she recollected what Miss Morton
had said,—that she was to be sorry, not for having been guilty of a
fault, but for having annoyed her aunt; and she checked the feeling
of pride, and listened patiently and humbly, while Mrs Harrington
gave her a tolerably long lecture on the impropriety of taking the
same liberties at Emmerton that she would at the cottage, and
ended by saying that she hoped, as she grew older, she would know
her position better. After which, bestowing upon her a cold, unwilling
kiss, she promised that she would try and forget what had passed.
Miss Cunningham either did not hear, or did not think it worth
while to answer; taking advantage of her father's principle that she
was never to get into scrapes, she always treated him in the most
unceremonious manner possible.
"I don't think you and Mrs Harrington would quite agree upon that
subject," observed Mr Harrington; "her principle is that storms bring
peace."
"Not mine, not mine," said Lord Rochford. "There is nothing in the
world that I love like peace; so now, Mrs Harrington, we will be of
the same mind about your visit to the Park. You shall come next
week, and bring all the young ones, my little friend here included."
Poor Amy looked very blank, for it had long been one of her chief
wishes to see Rochford Park.
"You must not be out of temper about it," said Mrs Harrington, as
she remarked her disappointed countenance; "only try and be more
attentive, and then you will be sure to be rewarded."
"I shall not let you off, though, so easily," continued Lord
Rochford. "I have set my heart upon your coming, and I must have
you all; no exception for good temper or bad. Come, Harrington,
interpose your authority."
Lord Rochford declared he was not at all, but that he had no time
to argue the matter, for the carriage had been at the door at least a
quarter of an hour, so he should consider the thing as settled.
"Not like her! You hate her, I am sure you do,—you must."
"I hope not," replied Amy, laughing. "I never hated any one yet."
"Then I am sorry for you," said Dora. "No one can be a good lover
who is not a good hater. I would rather have any thing than
lukewarmness."
"So would I," replied Amy. "I hope I am not lukewarm; and I am
sure I can love some people very dearly,—yes, more than I could
ever tell," she added, as she thought of her mamma. "But I don't
know whether I could hate; I never met with any one yet to try
upon."
"Please don't say so, Dora," said Amy, earnestly, "it makes me so
sorry."
"Does it? I don't see why you should care what I say; it can make
no difference to you."
"Oh yes, but indeed it does, for I think it is not right. I don't mean
to vex you," continued Amy, seeing the expression of her cousin's
countenance change. "I know you are older than I am, and perhaps
I ought not to say it, only I could not help being sorry."
"I am not vexed," said Dora; "but it cannot signify to you whether
I am right or wrong. It would be different if it were yourself."
"If it were myself," replied Amy, "I could be sorry for myself, and
try not to do wrong any more; but I cannot make you sorry, and so
it seems almost worse."
"It may be wrong," replied Amy, "though you don't think so,"
Amy was silent for a moment, and then said. "Would you let me
show you a verse in the Bible, Dora, about it? Mamma made me
read it one day when I said I hated some one, though I know I did
not really do it, and I have never forgotten it."
"Well, let me see it," said Dora, almost sulkily. Amy took a Bible
from the book-case, and pointed to the fifteenth verse of the third
chapter of St John's first epistle:—"Whosoever hateth his brother is a
murderer: and ye know that no murderer hath eternal life abiding in
him." "Oh!" exclaimed Dora, when she had read it, "that is so
shocking. Of course, when I talk about hating, I don't mean such
hatred as that."
"So I said," replied Amy; "and then mamma told me that if I did
not mean it, I ought not to say it; and that the very fact of my using
such expressions showed that I had a great dislike, which I ought
not to indulge; and then she made me read a great many more
verses in this epistle, about its being our duty to love people. But,
Dora, I don't mean to teach you anything, for I am sure you must
know it all a great deal better than I do; only I wanted to tell you
what mamma said to me."
Amy would probably have been very much surprised if she had
known the feelings which passed through her cousin's mind as she
spoke. It had never entered her head that she could give advice or
instruction; and yet, perhaps, no words from an older person could
have had half the effect of hers. Dora, however, was not in the habit
of showing what she felt, and Amy was too simple to guess it, even
when the exclamation escaped her, "I would give all I am worth to
have lived with Aunt Herbert and you all my life, Amy."
Amy thought of what Susan Reynolds had said, "that eating, and
drinking, and fine clothes, did not make people happy;" and it
seemed strange that two persons so differently situated should have
thought so much alike; but she had not time to talk any longer to
Dora, for the evening was closing in, and she was obliged to return
home, and, as she thought, without any attendant except the man
servant who usually took charge of her. But just as she was settling
herself upon her donkey, Bridget appeared at the hall door with a
request that Miss Herbert would be so very kind as to wait one
moment longer, for Stephen had been in just before, to know if any
of the ladies were going back with her, for he wished very much to
walk a little way if he might be allowed. "He is only gone up to the
stable, Miss," added Bridget, "if it is not too much trouble for you to
stop. I can't think what made him go away."
"Never mind," said Amy, "it is never any trouble to wait for
Stephen; but it will not be long now—that must be he coming down
the chestnut walk."
"Oh!" said Stephen, shaking his head, "India, India,—'tis all India,
Miss Amy. Why English people shouldn't be contented to stay on
English ground is more than I can guess. A nice, comfortable cottage
in a good pasture country, such as this, with a few ups and downs in
it to make a variety, is all I should ever wish to have. I want nothing
that's to be got from foreign parts; for it's always been my maxim
that one penny in England is worth twenty out of it."
"I don't think she looks so very pale," said Amy, feeling
uncomfortable, and yet hardly owning it to herself.
"The dwellers in the same house are not those to see the
change," replied the old man; "but I don't mean to be vexing your
young heart before its time. Sorrow comes soon enough to all; and,"
he added, reverently, "He who sends it will send His strength with
it."
"Look, Miss Amy," said Stephen, gathering a daisy from the grass,
"do you see that? Now, you might try, and so might I, and so might
all the great folks that ever lived,—we might all try all our lives, and
we never could make such a thing as that; and yet, you know, 'tis
but a tiny flower that nobody thinks about; and sometimes, when I
get wishing that things were different, I take up a daisy and look at
it, till it seems most wonderful how it should be made, and how it
should live; and then it comes into my head how many millions there
are like it, and how many plants, and trees, and insects, and
animals, and living souls too, and that God made them all,—all that
are here, and all that are up above (for I suppose there is no harm
in thinking that there may be such); and so at last, do you see, I
don't only know, but I can feel, that He is wise; and my heart gets
quite light again, for I am sure that He knows what is best; and as
He has not told us what is to come, 'tis but folly to wish about it."
"Well! Stephen," said Amy, "I really will try; but it is very hard
sometimes."
"Ah! yes," replied Stephen, "we all have something hard, Miss
Amy; young or old, there is always something. 'Twas hard for me
when the master went away and left the old house to itself, as you
may say; and there are some things that are hard now."
"What things?" asked Amy, as she almost stopped her donkey, and
looked eagerly into the old steward's face. "I thought you never
would be unhappy again when uncle Harrington came back."
"'Tis he, and 'tisn't he, that's come," replied Stephen. "There's a
change; but 'twas the foolishness of an old man's heart to think that
it wouldn't be so."
"Oh, but Stephen, you know my cousins were so young when they
went away—of course they are altered."
"If you would only mention it," said Amy, "I am sure my cousins
would be delighted."
"Yes," he replied, "the young lady, Miss Morton, comes very often;
and though she is not one of the family, yet it does one good to see
her, and talk to her; and then, too, she brings the little one with her;
and sure enough she's the sweetest little cherub that ever was
born."
"What, Rose?" said Amy. "Is she not a darling little thing?"
"I never saw but one before that I thought I could like better,"
said Stephen, laying his hard sun-burnt hand on Amy's tiny fingers;
"and that one, I hope, God will bless, and keep for many a long day.
But I must not go on farther, for you don't get on so fast when I am
walking with you."
But Stephen was firm. He had gone to his usual point, a splendid
oak, commonly called the Baron's tree, from a tradition that it had
been planted when Emmerton was built; and it seemed almost as if
a charm would be broken if he went further. Amy stopped, and
watched him till he was out of sight, and then pursued her ride
through the forest with a sadder heart than she had begun it.
"You are late to-night, my love," said Mrs Herbert, as her little girl
dismounted from her donkey; "you forget that the days are
beginning to close in; and what makes you look so unhappy?"
"Oh! not much, mamma; only please don't stand here in the cold."
"No," answered Amy; "only Stephen says you look pale, and all
the village people say so too; but I don't think you are so now."
"I am much better to-night, my dear child," said Mrs Herbert. "You
must not listen to what every one says, and get frightened without
reason."
Amy's spirits were revived in a moment, and she ran gaily into the
cottage, and in a very short time was seated by the fireside with her
mamma, recounting the incidents of the day; Miss Cunningham, and
her behaviour, her aunt's anger, and her own conversations with
Dora and old Stephen, furnishing quite sufficient materials for a long
story. "There were one or two things that my aunt told me, which I
could not quite understand," she said, after having repeated a great
portion of the lecture she had received. "What did she mean,
mamma, by my knowing my position, and speaking of me as if I
were not one of the family? I am her niece."
"Why not, my dear? why must not that be said which is true?"
"Ah! mamma, that is because you are so much better than I am. I
never used to think so till I saw my cousins at Emmerton; but I
should like very much to live in a place like that."
Mrs Herbert looked grave, yet she felt thankful that her child
spoke openly of her feelings, as it enabled her so much better to
guide them.
"It is not only the house that I should enjoy," continued Amy, "but
I think people would love me better. Margaret did not seem to think
anything of me when Miss Cunningham was by; and when Lord
Rochford and my uncle came in, I thought every one had more
business there than I had. It was very kind in him to look at my
drawings, but still I felt nobody by the side of Dora and Margaret."