Mrs.Herriton had not come across her much since the kiss of reconciliation, nor Philip since the journey to London.She had, indeed, been rather a disappointment to him.Her creditable display of originality had never been repeated: he feared she was slipping back.Now she came about the Cottage Hospital--her life was devoted to dull acts of charity--and though she got money out of him and out of his mother, she still sat tight in her chair, looking graver and more wooden than ever.
"I dare say you have heard," said Mrs.Herriton, well knowing what the matter was.
"Yes, I have.I came to ask you; have any steps been taken?"Philip was astonished.The question was impertinent in the extreme.He had a regard for Miss Abbott, and regretted that she had been guilty of it.
"About the baby?" asked Mrs.Herriton pleasantly.
"Yes."
"As far as I know, no steps.Mrs.Theobald may have decided on something, but I have not heard of it.""I was meaning, had you decided on anything?""The child is no relation of ours," said Philip.
"It is therefore scarcely for us to interfere."His mother glanced at him nervously."Poor Lilia was almost a daughter to me once.I know what Miss Abbott means.
But now things have altered.Any initiative would naturally come from Mrs.Theobald.""But does not Mrs.Theobald always take any initiative from you?" asked Miss Abbott.
Mrs.Herriton could not help colouring."Isometimes have given her advice in the past.I should not presume to do so now.""Then is nothing to be done for the child at all?""It is extraordinarily good of you to take this unexpected interest," said Philip.
"The child came into the world through my negligence,"replied Miss Abbott."It is natural I should take an interest in it.""My dear Caroline," said Mrs.Herriton, "you must not brood over the thing.Let bygones be bygones.The child should worry you even less than it worries us.We never even mention it.It belongs to another world."Miss Abbott got up without replying and turned to go.Her extreme gravity made Mrs.Herriton uneasy."Of course,"she added, "if Mrs.Theobald decides on any plan that seems at all practicable--Imust say I don't see any such--I shall ask if I may join her in it, for Irma's sake, and share in any possible expenses.""Please would you let me know if she decides on anything.I should like to join as well.""My dear, how you throw about your money!
We would never allow it."
"And if she decides on nothing, please also let me know.Let me know in any case."Mrs.Herriton made a point of kissing her.
"Is the young person mad?" burst out Philip as soon as she had departed."Never in my life have I seen such colossal impertinence.She ought to be well smacked, and sent back to Sunday-school."His mother said nothing.
"But don't you see--she is practically threatening us? You can't put her off with Mrs.Theobald; she knows as well as we do that she is a nonentity.If we don't do anything she's going to raise a scandal--that we neglect our relatives, &c., which is, of course, a lie.Still she'll say it.Oh, dear, sweet, sober Caroline Abbott has a screw loose! We knew it at Monteriano.
I had my suspicions last year one day in the train; and here it is again.
The young person is mad."
She still said nothing.
"Shall I go round at once and give it her well?
I'd really enjoy it."
In a low, serious voice--such a voice as she had not used to him for months--Mrs.Herriton said, "Caroline has been extremely impertinent.Yet there may be something in what she says after all.
Ought the child to grow up in that place--and with that father?"Philip started and shuddered.He saw that his mother was not sincere.Her insincerity to others had amused him, but it was disheartening when used against himself.
"Let us admit frankly," she continued, "that after all we may have responsibilities.""I don't understand you, Mother.You are turning absolutely round.What are you up to?"In one moment an impenetrable barrier had been erected between them.They were no longer in smiling confidence.Mrs.
Herriton was off on tactics of her own--tactics which might be beyond or beneath him.
His remark offended her."Up to? I am wondering whether I ought not to adopt the child.Is that sufficiently plain?""And this is the result of half-a-dozen idiocies of Miss Abbott?""It is.I repeat, she has been extremely impertinent.
None the less she is showing me my duty.If I can rescue poor Lilia's baby from that horrible man, who will bring it up either as Papist or infidel--who will certainly bring it up to be vicious--I shall do it.""You talk like Harriet."
"And why not?" said she, flushing at what she knew to be an insult."Say, if you choose, that I talk like Irma.
That child has seen the thing more clearly than any of us.She longs for her little brother.She shall have him.I don't care if I am impulsive."He was sure that she was not impulsive, but did not dare to say so.Her ability frightened him.All his life he had been her puppet.She let him worship Italy, and reform Sawston--just as she had let Harriet be Low Church.She had let him talk as much as he liked.But when she wanted a thing she always got it.
And though she was frightening him, she did not inspire him with reverence.Her life, he saw, was without meaning.
To what purpose was her diplomacy, her insincerity, her continued repression of vigour? Did they make any one better or happier? Did they even bring happiness to herself? Harriet with her gloomy peevish creed, Lilia with her clutches after pleasure, were after all more divine than this well-ordered, active, useless machine.
Now that his mother had wounded his vanity he could criticize her thus.But he could not rebel.To the end of his days he could probably go on doing what she wanted.He watched with a cold interest the duel between her and Miss Abbott.Mrs.Herriton's policy only appeared gradually.It was to prevent Miss Abbott interfering with the child at all costs, and if possible to prevent her at a small cost.Pride was the only solid element in her disposition.
