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But he met her in a sunny mood, introducing her to the white-haired old clergyman, and watching Cicely with eyes that shewed a hidden amusement. 'The other two seemed to have some private business to discuss, he said carelessly. 'So they've got rid of us for a while. They're walking round the other side of the tarn and will join us at the top of Red Bank. At least if you're up to a walk?
Then he turned to Cicely and took hold of her chin between his thumb and finger. "Look here, don't you worry any more, old lady," he said kindly. "You've been a little fool, and you've had a knock. Tell Muriel about it and I'll tell Walter. Nobody else need know." She clung to him, crying. "O Dick," she said, "if you had only spoken to me like that at first!"
Douglas Guest was alive, and it was her mission to bid him stand forth before the world. She was the avenger she believed in herself. The spirit of the prophetess was in her veins. She grew more tolerant towards her younger sister. After all she was of weaker mould. How should she see what had come even to her only as an inspiration? "Come, Cicely," she said, "I'm not for bandying words with you.
"I sent a telegram," pleaded Cicely. "Ah, but telegrams were not invented in the days I am speaking of," said Aunt Ellen. "Pardon me, sister," said Aunt Laura. "The electric telegraph was invented when Edward was a boy, but not when we were girls." "That may be so, sister," said Aunt Ellen. "It is many years since we were girls, but I say that Edward would not have run away."
Still, slight as they might be, to Cicely these tidings were a magic medicine, for did they not mean the rebirth of hope, hope that for nine long months had been dead and buried with Christopher? From that moment she began to mend.
"Yes; it's wonderful what those frail petted bodies can stand. The fight is going to be a hard one." She rose with a shiver. "I must go to Cicely " The rector of Saint Anne's had called again. Justine, in obedience to Mrs. Gaines's suggestion, had summoned him from Clifton the day after the accident; but, supported by the surgeons and Wyant, she had resisted his admission to the sick-room.
She was listless, dull, and, it must be confessed, most deplorably cross. The fact of the matter was that the girl was pining for the broad lawns of The Savins, for the shabby red house, for her father and Hubert, even for Cicely and Cicely's dog Melchisedek. Her work interested her. To her mind, there was a great charm in seeing the neat economy with which her body was constructed.
The man who was stationed as sentry at the gate said he had seen the woman come over the brow of the hill with Master Diccon and Mistress Cicely, but that as they ran forward to meet Captain Talbot she had disappeared amid the rocks and brushwood. "Poor woman, she was afraid of our father," said Cicely; "I would we could see her again." "So would not I," said Richard.
Among the nobles and gentry, most were like ours; young ladies of rank were Alice, Cicely, Margaret, Joan, Isabel, Emma, or Agnes: a strange name being the exception. But among working women the odd names were then the rule: they were Yngeleis, Sabelina, Orenge, Pimma, Cinelote, Argentella, and very many more of the same high-sounding kind.
"Concern not yourself about Cicely, kinsman," said Giles Gosling, "but e'en let her go her way, a' God's name; for although your mother were her father's sister, yet that shall not make you and her cater-cousins." "Why, uncle," replied Lambourne, "think'st thou I am an infidel, and would harm those of mine own house?"
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