Authors: Mazo de la Roche
Tags: #FIC045000 – FICTION / Sagas
“No, it’s only Archer on his tricycle. Dearest, I wish you wouldn’t ride it in the house.”
Archer looked in from the hall.
“I’m lonely out on the drive.”
“That’s nonsense.”
“I want you always to see me.” He stared at her from under his pure high forehead and her heart melted. She could deny him nothing.
“Well — don’t run into things.”
He pedaled into the sitting room, humping himself over the handlebars. He showed no interest in the preparations for his father and sister. His own activities engrossed him.
“Look,” he said, “I’m a monkey.”
“I don’t want to see,” answered Alayne, firmly.
“Look! Look, Uncle Nick!” He twisted his infant features into a wry monkey face and made his hands into claws.
“Gr-r-r,” he growled.
“Stop it, this instant,” said Alayne.
“I can’t. It’s me.”
She went to him and lifted him from the tricycle. She carried it from the room and put it in the far end of the hall. When she returned he was lying on his face on the floor.
“Get up, Archer, at once,” she said sternly.
“I can’t,” he whined. “I’m a baby! Lift me. I can’t walk.”
“Smack him behind,” said Nicholas. “It’s a good chance.”
Alayne stood her son on his feet. He collapsed again. He had no sooner done so than he rose with agility, for he heard the car on the drive.
“Somebody’s coming!” he exclaimed. “Who is it?”
“Why, Archer, it’s Daddy,” Alayne reminded him reproachfully. “Daddy and Adeline.”
“I thought they were in Ireland.”
The dogs had heard the car. Blind old Merlin rose stiffly and uttered a stentorian bark. The others joined in. Nicholas was stuck in his chair.
“Alayne,” he called, as she reached the hall, “come back and help me! I’m stuck here!”
She flew back and somehow he was got to his feet. But Rags had forestalled her at the door.
“Welcome ’ome, sir. Welcome ’ome, miss. My word, ’ow you’ve grown! ’Ere are the dogs waiting. Wot a time I’ve ’ad, getting them ready!”
Through the barking dogs Alayne pushed her way to Renny’s side. He clasped her to him. Their lips met. For an instant she felt faint in the bliss of his return. Then Adeline embraced her. There was a confusion of hugs among the children. Nicholas gripped Renny by the hand.
“It’s good to have you back,” he said. “I hadn’t realized how I missed you.”
Renny had put off writing of Paris’s coming till too late. In one of his fits of economy he considered the sending of a cablegram a waste of money. In any case it was a pleasant surprise for the family. He introduced him first to Alayne.
“This is our cousin, Parry Court,” he said. “You’ve heard of him. He’s come to pay us a little visit.”
The word
little
was reassuring. Alayne gave the attractive young man a welcoming smile.
“Who is he?” asked Nicholas, in what he believed was an aside.
“Paris Court, Malahide’s son.”
“Whose son? I didn’t hear!” He took Renny by his coat lapel and drew him closer.
“Malahide’s son.”
“That snake
Malahide’s
son!”
“Be careful. Yes. He’s come for a little visit. He’s a fine young fellow, Uncle Nick. Quite different from his father.”
“He’d better be,” growled Nicholas. He gave a sardonic smile and held out his hand to Paris.
“I never thought,” he said, “to meet your father’s son.”
“I’ve heard so much of you from my father,” returned Paris easily. “He’s often talked of his visit to Jalna.”
Piers had met the trio at the station. He whispered to Alayne: —
“Prepare for a long visit. Once one of that breed gets into the house it’s impossible to move them.”
Merlin could scarcely bear his joy. He whimpered. He nibbled Renny’s legs and hands. He sought to climb up into his arms.
“Dear old boy,” said Renny, stroking him. “You’re looking pretty fit, too.”
“His rheumatism is bad,” said Piers.
Archer had retired to the end of the hall. He now appeared riding his tricycle.
“Hullo!” said Renny. “That’s something new.”
“The uncles gave it to him,” said Alayne. “So far it’s been rather a trial.”
“I’m a monkey,” said Archer, “so watch out.” Humping himself worse than before, pulling an even worse face, he pedaled toward his father, clawing the air with his hands.
Flushed by anger, Alayne went toward him.
“Gr-r-r!” he growled and made a pass at her.
Adeline did what he wanted her to — shrieked with laughter. Renny snatched him from the tricycle and kissed his distorted face.
“Well,” he laughed, “you
are
a little monkey!”
Archer sat beaming on his father’s arm.
“I’m glad you’re back. I’m tired of everybody else.”
“Oh, Archer, how can you say that!” said Alayne, reproachfully. She thought of the hours she had spent amusing him.
“Well, naturally,” said Renny, “he’s glad to see his daddy.”
“I’m a baby,” whined Archer, “don’t put me down.” He drew his lips over his teeth. “Me hasn’t any teeth. Me tan’t talk.”
“I’m in despair with him,” said Alayne. “He’s never his real self for more than five minutes at a time.”
“Did you bring me the pipe I sent for?” asked Nicholas.
“When can we open the trunks?” cried Adeline. “You’ve never seen such lovely presents.”
The dogs set up a barking. The front door opened and Ernest and Harriet came in. She ran with short light steps to embrace Renny. Ernest bent to kiss Adeline. Paris was presented to them and made such a favorable impression that Ernest wiped out all evil recollections of his father. In spite of himself Piers also took to his young Irish cousin. He could scarcely wait to carry him and Renny off to the stables.
Ernest said — “We were delighted that Finch’s recital was such a success.
What
good notices he had! I’m afraid he’ll never come back to us.”
“How we envied you being there to see it,” added Harriet.
“And Wake too,” added Nicholas. “That must have been a great night.”
“Yes, it was,” said Renny. He was on his knees before a trunk. He had got the lid only a few inches open when small hands were thrust into the aperture.
“Wait, children! Don’t!” cried Alayne. But they could not be restrained. Nicholas bent forward, breathing heavily.
“Is that my pipe?” he asked.
Archer began to climb into the trunk. His father lifted him out and he rode away on his tricycle.
“Here’s your pipe, Uncle Nick! Aunt Harriet, this is for you. Roma, hold out your arms. Now then, Piers, don’t say I’ve never given you a nice present. Alayne, shut your eyes and put out the third finger of your right hand.”
Alayne thought — “He might have kept my present till we were alone!” She tried to tell him so with a look but he saw nothing but the circle about him and fancied her look spoke of eagerness. He stood up smiling. “Now this is important,” he said.
Obediently she held out her finger and shut her eyes. She felt the cool caress of the ring. She felt his hand encircling hers. Her mind flew back to their wedding day.
Maurice, Meg, and Patience had entered unseen. Meg came close behind Renny and put her arms about his waist.
“Guess who’s here,” she asked.
Alayne opened her eyes. She saw the sapphire on her finger and gave an exclamation of mingled reproach and pleasure.
“Oh,” she said, “you should not have done that!”
“Do you like it?”
“It’s perfectly lovely.”
“Haven’t you a word to say to your sister?” asked Meg. He turned round in her arms and kissed her.
“How well you look,” he said. “Look here, I’ve something for you, too!”
Alayne thought — “How like Meg to arrive just at this moment! And ready to give an envious look, too! Oh, why didn’t he keep the ring till we were alone?”
“You might kiss Daddy for it!” said Adeline. “He took hours and hours to choose it.”
“I’m sure he did.” But Alayne felt angry with the child. She drew down Renny’s head and kissed him on the cheek.
Everyone was opening packages. Nicholas was blowing through his new pipe. Meg’s present could not be found. Renny and Adeline turned the trunk topsy-turvy, searching for it. They unearthed all the presents but hers.
“Never mind,” she cried, with a slight tremor in her voice. “I don’t want a present. It’s quite enough to have you both back.”
“Nonsense,” said Maurice. “Of course you want a present. You haven’t looked in that compartment yet, Renny.”
“Those are the things for Piers’s boys.”
“Please, please don’t mind me! What a heavenly ring, Alayne!”
Pheasant and her three boys arrived. Between dogs, people, and trunks, the hall was indeed crowded. Archer rode through the crowd on his tricycle, his eyes fixed blankly in front of him. He had tied the packet containing his present behind the tricycle but had not opened it. It bumped along precariously.
Renny suddenly remembered that Meg’s present, a brooch, was in his waistcoat pocket. He straightened himself, red in the face, and produced it.
Two hours later he was walking alone through the path in the orchard. It was strange to have left spring in flowery abundance in England and to find only its first tentative budding here. He remembered orchards gay with daffodils, lawns in velvet grass where the crocuses threw their petals wide to receive the gentle sunlight. He remembered thorn trees that were boughs of pink bloom. Why, there in that hollow, there was a skein of snow! But pushing up through dead leaves near it was the fragile blossom of bloodroot. The air played about him in quick flights as though it possessed wings. All about him was quivering life, scarcely born but already vigorous.
Suddenly he stopped as though a voice had spoken to him. Some recollection from the past gathered itself together from the trees, from the wind, from the worn path itself, to trouble him. At first it had no shape. Then, with great clarity, it took the shape of a tall slender girl, in riding clothes. It was Chris Cummings, the girl who had schooled horses for him after the War. She was only a girl in appearance, though she was the mother of a sturdy baby boy.
He moved on among the budding trees Merlin was close at his heels. Strange, what had brought her so vividly to his mind at that moment. Why, she’d been so clear to him he’d not have been surprised if she’d spoken, put out her hand and touched him. Kit, he’d called her. She’d been very dear to him, too. And how she could ride! What hands — what courage! She’d gone back to England. Gran had had her finger in that pie.
Now he emerged from the orchard into the open. The six hundred acres of his own land were spread about him in the promise of springtime. It was good to be home again. No matter where you went or how you enjoyed yourself, it was good to be home again.
YOUNG MAURICE
T
HEY HAD ARRIVED
home on a Saturday. When Renny woke the next morning he had a moment’s puzzlement as to where he was. Was he at Cousin Dermot’s? In his London hotel? On board ship? Yes, it must be the last, for his bed was heaving. Then he opened his eyes and saw that Merlin had got on the bed with him and was walking heavily about. He could have laughed for pleasure. He put out his arms and drew the old fellow to him.
“Merlin — glad to have me home again?”
The spaniel snuffled against his face and made noises of pleasure. Merlin came as near to talking as any dog. Now he said: —
“Glad! Am I glad? I’ll show you!”
Old as he was, stout as he was, blind as he was, he gamboled over his master, leaving him and the bedclothes in a state of demoralization.
“Enough — enough!” gasped Renny. “You’re killing me, old man!” He caught him by the scruff and held him still.
Suddenly he remembered that it was Sunday. He had been to church only once in England. That was the day he had taken Adeline to Westminster Abbey. Now that he was home he must begin again. He turned his eyes to his father’s large gold watch that stood in a leather frame on the table beside the bed. It was eight o’clock. He could hear the children laughing upstairs. What a pretty laugh Roma had! He wondered if Alayne were awake. How pleased she’d been with the ring! For once he’d made a good choice in a present for her.
He went across the passage to her door and tapped. “May I come in?” he asked.
“Yes.”
He went in and sat on the side of the bed. He saw that she was wearing the new ring. He took her hand in his.
“I’m so glad you like it,” he said.
“I’d be a strange woman if I didn’t. Darling, you should not have bought anything so expensive.”
“Well, I treated myself to a horse, didn’t I?”
“I do love sapphires.”
“Alayne, did you miss me?”
Her fingers closed about his. She held his hand to her lips. “Terribly.”
“But you had a nice rest — I mean, with Adeline away. You’re looking lovely. I’d forgotten what beautiful pig-tails you have.” He took one in either hand. “Long and shiny! Are you coming to church?”
“Oh, don’t let’s go to church this morning!”
“Very well.” But he looked disappointed.
“Of course, if you want to go …”
“Well, old Fennel will expect me. You know, we’ve always gone to church the first morning we were home after a journey.”
She gave him a smile of mingled irritation and tenderness.
“If all men were like you,” she said, “the world wouldn’t be rocking.”
“Is it rocking? I hadn’t noticed.”
“What do they say in England about war?”
“A good many people think it’s coming. But you’ll find that Britain and France can handle the Germans.”
“I hope so, with all my heart.”
“Will you come with me to church?”
“Yes, I’ll go. We might go alone — just we two. Uncle Nick is tired. I don’t believe he’ll feel like going.”
“Very well. I’d like that. It’s a lovely morning. Shall we walk across the fields?”
“What a good thought! Renny, I don’t know when we’ve had a walk together.” He laid his face on the pillow beside hers. He whispered endearments in her ear.
It was lovely walking across the fields in the freshness of early May. The land looked proud in its promise, the earth of a rich golden brown. Tiny short-stemmed wild flowers had come into bloom almost as soon as their buds had pushed up from the earth. It was a late spring. There was no time to waste. So thought the robins and song sparrows hastening by with streamers of straw and horsehair. So thought the frogs at the edge of the stream, croaking to their loved ones to come out into the sun. Even the church bell had a note of hurry in its ring. Or perhaps old Noah Binns, having heard that the master of Jalna was returned, was giving him a special summons to worship.