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He was soon wide awake enough, and he and the General, with appetites bearing witness to their long fast, were without delay engaged in disposing of the provisions which the boys had brought. The boys were delighted with the mystery of their surroundings. Each in turn took the General aside and held a long interview with him, and gave him all their Cousin Belle's messages.
Her father seemed to take it for granted she should stay in Boston, her uncle called her his own little daughter, and she was content. Her healthy nature enjoyed to the full the innumerable diversions and pleasures which Belle's active brain was continually planning.
"I know none of Lady Belle's secrets, ma'am ask Miss Howard." Miss Howard looked sulky; and a little eager, black-eyed thing cried, "She said it was an odious girl whom Lady Belamour keeps shut up in a great dungeon of an old house, and is going to send beyond seas, because she married two men at once in disguise." "Fie, Miss Crawford, you know nothing about it."
But if there was one thing he had learned, it was that there was no changing Belle's nature. He had married a mean woman; and he must accept the consequences. The tenets of the Presbyterian Church in which he had grown up, though he had long ceased to believe in them, still influenced his conduct and his conception of propriety. To him there was something vulgar about divorce.
"Oh, oh, oh!" cried Jewel, delighted. She put on the ring, which just fitted, and then hugged her mother before she looked at it again. "Dear little Anna Belle, when you're a big girl" she began, turning to the doll, but Mrs. Evringham interrupted. "Wait a minute, Jewel, here is Anna Belle's."
"I think Molly's afraid of flying in the face of Providence and discharging her," said Peter Porter "but praying every day that she'll go." This was almost the truth. Belle's loyalty, affection, good nature, and willingness were beyond price, but Belle's noisiness, her slang, and her utter lack of training were a sore trial.
Even the story so fascinating an hour ago, had lost its charm. "Does your head ache?" her mother asked, seeing her sitting on the doorstep, her chin in her hand, her book unopened beside her. "No, mother; I am just thinking," was Belle's reply. She was trying to decide whom to tell. "I wish father was at home," she said to herself.
Hannah Cowley, author of The Belle's Stratagem, and signed "Anna Matilda;" this correspondence continued; a fashion of sentiment was thus started; and for a while Delia Cruscan poetry was the rage. A meeting with Anna Matilda in the flesh and the discovery that she was twelve years his senior had, however, put an end to Merry's enthusiasm long before Gifford's attack.
Rosalie went from Aunt Belle's to this boarding house to assert and to achieve her greater independence.
Boyd's maternal hopes were too nearly realized to leave her with any discernment and Belle's father was too much wrapped up in business and small politics, to see even the mountains that were beyond his back yard; but another frequent visitor at the house was gifted with better eyes and more knowledge of the world. Dr. Carson had never felt attracted toward Lowe. Instinctively he disliked him.
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