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Mrs. Evans was equally vulgar and purse-proud. She did not
hesitate to put her husband in mind of his indebtedness to her
wealth, or even to hint that she might have bestowed it and
herself better than upon him.
Joyce, though the only daughter of Mr. Evans' only sister, was
not likely to be welcomed by a lady who owned that there was
"nothing she detested like poor relations."
Mrs. Evans said this to her husband, and his reply did not
improve her temper.
"True; poor Mirlees paid with his life for his meddling. But
after all, it is by these poor, foolish, unbusiness-like men that
the clever ones make their money."
Mrs. Evans was like many others who, when wishing to justify
what conscience tells them is wrong, fly to the Bible to see if
they can find a text to justify the course they are taking.
When Mr. Evans named these facts, his wife interrupted him
by asking—
"Where was the use of saving and pinching if the man must
throw it all away at last?"
Mrs. Evans said "I," but the look at her husband meant "you,"
and was intended to remind him of his indebtedness.
On this occasion, Mr. Evans felt the need for diplomacy. Joyce
Mirlees must come to The Chase with the consent of its
mistress; so he was fain to assent to his wife's praise of her
father's business qualities, to pass over her taunts without
notice; and thus he gained his end—after a fashion. Joyce was
to come until work of some kind could be found for her under
another roof.
The Misses Evans expressed their opinion that Joyce would be
fit for nothing.
"She will not suit for a governess," said Augusta, who was a
brilliant pianist. "Music is an essential, and Joyce can neither
play nor sing fit to be heard."
Such were the people to whom and the home to which Joyce
Mirlees came after her father's death.
The girl knew enough of her aunt and cousins to prevent her
from expecting much tenderness or sympathy; but she was
pained, and her uncle annoyed, to find that they were all out
when she arrived at The Chase, though Mrs. Evans knew well
at what time to expect the travellers.
Sarah always protested that she was turned out of her old
home. "I'd rather have served Mr. Mirlees and my darling for
nothing. But they turned me out, 'for my good,' they said."
"I see now what I could never understand before. I could not
believe I was sent here for my good; but I believe it now,
darling. I was sent before, in a little way, like Joseph was, to
do good to them that sold him for a slave. And I can be of use
to you, though I'm only a servant."
To Joyce, the clasp of those loving arms was indescribably
comforting, and she found that Sarah was the only person on
whom she could rely for open, hearty sympathy.
The orphan girl was soon weary of her position, and, writhing
under the slights she had received, would have been thankful
to earn her bread by any honest means rather than continue
to receive what was so grudgingly bestowed. She wished to
please Mrs. Evans and to gain the affection of her cousins, but
every effort seemed vain. Had there been young children in
the house, her time would have been occupied, but there were
none. Her cousins desired no such companion as herself; and,
as Mr. Evans' niece, she could not very well be entirely
ignored. But there was a tacit understanding between mother
and daughters that Joyce should be "kept in her place," whilst
Joyce herself, with a sore heart and memories of a happy, if
comparatively humble, home, vainly wished that she had any
definite place to fill and work to do.
CHAPTER II.
"I HAVE not a friend here but you, Sarah. I must leave this
miserable place," said Joyce, between her sobs.
"If you were a married man with a wife and daughters, you
would not find it easy to run away from your home ties,
though they may feel a little tight sometimes. And what could
you do, dearie, if you left The Chase?"
The girl glanced down at her poor, coarse black gown and
burst into tears. It had been bought only as a makeshift, in
the small country town near her old home, and her uncle had
said, "Your aunt will see that you are properly provided as
soon as we reach The Chase. She would not care for Welton
dressmaking or materials."
But this first purchase proved the only one. When Mr. Evans
said that Joyce would need other and better dresses, he was
answered promptly enough.
The girl uttered the last word somewhat scornfully, but Sarah,
with her usual good sense, replied—
"Of course you will. What mother would trust her most
precious jewels to a stranger without knowing anything about
her? The nurse comes next to the mother herself with young
children, and she cannot be too particular about the character
of one."
"I had given very little, Sarah. I had not much to give."
"Not in money, dearie. But gold and silver are not everything.
You had put in your little in that way, and a great deal that
was more precious still—time and work. You had walked many
a mile and pleaded for the poor with the rich, and induced
them to give what you could not. And who could withstand
you? Not those you had spent your life amongst."
"Yes, and it saved the mistress four weeks' board wages she
must have paid me if I had been at The Chase. I can see
round a corner, dearie, though you cannot always. Never
mind, it was a happy, blessed Christmas, and worth more than
a year's wages to be with my own precious nursling."
"No more did any of us. Well, your father acted for the best,
and you have happy years to look back on—years when you
made poor homes brighter, and cheered downcast souls with
words of love and hope. Now you must think of this. You are
not forgotten at Welton. Every one loves you there; but they
don't know how you are fixed. Depend on it they say, 'What a
good thing it was that Miss Joyce had a grand rich uncle to
take care of her when her father died!' They pray for you, and
look to see you again some day. Better still, God never
forgets. Think of this, my darling, you who cared for God's
poor to the very outside of your power. He will care for you
and repay you. As surely as the harvest follows seed-time, so
surely will you, in His good time, receive full measure back for
what you have meted out to others."
"Is she home, dearie? She was abroad somewhere when your
father was taken."
"Yes; but she returned. I heard from her ten days ago. I have
told her just enough to show her that The Chase will never be
a home for me. She urges me to go to her for a long visit, and
says, that being alone, my presence would cheer her greatly."
"But you can have anything, if you will let me get you thirty or
fifty pounds of my savings. You may take all I have, for that
matter, only you would not need that, I know."
Joyce threw her arms round Sarah's neck and kissed her
passionately.
"Bless you, and thank you a thousand times!" she cried. "But I
would not rob you of your hard earnings for the world. Do you
think when the relatives on whom I have a claim care nothing
about my clothes, I could bear to spend on myself what you
have earned by years of toil?"
"No matter. The one mourning suit will do for Sundays, and
light printed gowns will befit a nurse-girl. I have turned one
white muslin into aprons, which will do beautifully over my
two plain cashmere frocks. As to the outside mourning, what
does it mean in many cases? My aunt and cousins are wearing
what they call mourning for my father, gowns of costly
material laden with crape and jet. Did they put it on because
they cared for my father? No, Sarah; and they long to throw it
off as soon as they think society would see them do it without
remark. One day, when my aunt was specially kind, she said:
'These gowns will come in for you, Joyce, when my girls are
done with them.' I should not have minded wearing them, if
only my aunt had offered them in real kindliness. But my
mourning is no matter of outside show. Why should I care
about externals? My Father in heaven knows."
"But stay a while at Fernsclough, darling; Mrs. Caruth was
always fond of you."
"Oh, Miss Joyce. That I should live to hear you speak like
that!" said Sarah, in a tone of deep distress.
"I can only say, may God bless and guard you, my darling!
And mind, if you want me, I will come to you at any time,
night or day, for only a word."
CHAPTER III.
JOYCE had always plenty of time to herself, for when aunt and
cousins were out driving or visiting she had to choose
between solitary walks in the grounds or the society of Sarah
Keene and a seat beside her ironing table, her uncle being
often from home.
Mr. Evans did not say these words, but as he repeated them to
himself, a picture came to mind, and words from the most
touching of all parables spoke to his heart.
Joyce began a sentence but could not finish it, for her heart
was too full to permit her to continue without breaking down
utterly.
"Unless the connection had lived quite near them, and every
one knew of it. Was that what you were going to say?" asked
Mrs. Evans.
"But those are coloured. Respect for your relatives and for
society demands that you wear black during at least a year,
for your father. As to your cousins' dresses, they would not go
to Russell whilst nearly as good as new; but I presume your
pride will not let you be seen in them, though you have never
been used to anything so handsome before."
"The dresses are very good," said Joyce; "but you will not see,
and society does not know me. Has not my uncle told you that
I am going to leave The Chase?"
"Going to leave! And pray where are you going? It is just like
your uncle to know of your plans and say nothing, but I
consider it disgraceful of you to act in such an underhand way,
especially after having had such a home as this." And Mrs.
Evans waved her hand, as if to indicate that all around her
had been as much for Joyce's use and comfort as for her own.
"I do not want to seem ungrateful," replied the girl. "I have
been sheltered here, and I have had far more dainty food than
I needed, and been surrounded with many more beautiful
things than my eye was ever accustomed to before. Yet,
forgive me for saying it, I have not been happy. Nobody loves
me, nobody wants me here, and I am very lonely. Perhaps, if
my cousins and I had seen a good deal of each other when we
were children, it would have been different; but I was really
almost a stranger when I came. I hoped they would have liked
me, but being relatives always at a distance from each other
is not like growing up as playfellows and friends. I suppose
people cannot like each other just because they wish to do,
and Adelaide and Augusta have so many friends of their own
without me. So I thought it would be better for me to try and
obtain a situation—and work for my bread. I should like to feel
that I have a place to fill, and something to do; to know that I
am wanted, if only by little children. I have obtained a
situation to which I shall go in two days. My uncle knows
about it, but he only heard the particulars just before he was
called from home so suddenly yesterday, and I suppose he
had not time to tell you. He does not blame me for wishing to
be independent of help and owe my livelihood to my own
exertion. He has always been very good to me."
"I should have thought the fact of your being Mr. Evans' niece
would have been recommendation enough. Pray what kind of
situation have you engaged to fill? I must say, however, that
had you wished to be useful to those who have the first claim
upon you, I have just indicated a way in which you could be
so, and without leaving The Chase."
She was not wholly sorry in thinking of the decisive step Joyce
had taken. It would give her a good excuse for severing all
connection with so undesirable a relative. But there was one
drawback to her self-gratulation. If any of her fashionable
neighbours were to hear that Mr. Evans' niece had taken such
a situation, it would be too dreadful. They would not, perhaps,
draw so nice a distinction as she had done, and despite the
fact that the connection was only by marriage, Joyce might be
regarded as her relative also. There was no getting over the
fact that she was first cousin to Adelaide and Augusta.
"If that girl's surname had been the same as ours, I would
have taken steps to assume a different one, at whatever
cost."