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And don't you know it is the beginning of all my happiness? 'But indeed, I cannot feel it right. It is a strained sense of justice. Come and tell her so, Nannie. 'What? said Annaple coming forward. They both paused a moment, then Nuttie said, 'Only that the estate ought to go in the male line. 'Oh, is that all? said Annaple, 'I was afraid Mr. Egremont had a fit! 'Ah!
And, with a man's preference for a young and kindly woman, he chose Annaple to be with him rather than Mr. Dutton, remembering likewise that but for him the boy would have died in some workhouse, unknown and unclaimed, or among the wretches who had caused his death. So Nuttie had the comfort of Mr.
She would not grieve Nuttie by dwelling constantly on the bad accounts, and the girl hardly attended to them in the tumult of occupations; and so at last, when the final tidings came in the second week in July, they were an absolute shock to Nuttie, and affected her as the first grief sometimes does. Mrs.
'No, it was Gregorio himself, poor man. He was knocked down by the engine, and killed on the spot, just by the station, at eleven o'clock last night. Our name was found on him, and I was sent for early this morning. There was no doubt about it, so I came on here at once to let my uncle know, little thinking 'Oh, it is dreadful! cried Nuttie, sinking into a chair.
'Is baby he began. 'Oh, Nuttie! Are you there? Mr. Dutton told me you were coming. How is my uncle? And the voice was much brisker than in the days of lawn-tennis. 'Father, father, look! cried the boy. 'Why, Billy-boy, you are set up! Zouaves and chasseurs! I see where they came from.
Please forgive me! and she looked most pleading. Nuttie held out her hand with something about 'No one could mind; and therewith Annaple cried, 'Oh, if you don't mind, we can have our laugh out! and the rippling laughter did set Nuttie off at once. The peal was not over when May herself was upon them demanding what was the joke. 'Oh, there she is! The real May!
I know 'twas you, for he said "soeur." What was it? 'Never mind, Wynnie dear. We had much better never know. You were sister's own dear steadfast boy, and you shall kiss mother's picture. Nuttie had a beautiful coloured photograph of her mother, finished like a miniature, which had been taken at Nice, in the time of Alice Egremont's most complete and matured beauty.
Then, as she sat in the darkened tent-room, crying over her letters, while the stunned and bewildered Nuttie was, under her Aunt Jane's direction, attending to the needful arrangements, Canon Egremont wandered in upon her in the overflow of confidence of a man with a full heart, wanting to talk it all out, communicating the more, because she was a discreet woman, and asked no questions.
They could not exactly understand each other's language, and had great fights from time to time over toys, for though there was a year between them they were nearly equal in strength; but they cared for each other's company more than for anything else, were always asking to go to one another, and roared when the time of parting came; at least Alwyn did so unreservedly, for Nuttie had begun to perceive with compunction that Billy-boy was much the most under control, and could try to be good at his mother's word, without other bribe than her kiss and smile.
'And whose fault was that? muttered Nuttie under her breath, but Mrs. Egremont would not hear. She only pleaded, as perhaps mother ought not to have done with child. 'You know, Nuttie, it is not for my own pleasure, but your father's eyesight makes him dislike to go anywhere without me now; and I really should be uneasy about him. 'Yes; he is all you care for, said Nuttie.
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