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A vague memory of having heard something about a cruel stepmother assailed the hostess. She smiled kindly at the girl. "Some people have gifts instead," she said. "Stay here. I will go in and try to give you some happy thoughts." Geraldine sank back in her chair, her eyes fixed on the graceful elms and the vivid streaks across a sunset sky.
"I wish they'd let me dress like a boy," she said. "It's fun, isn't it?" "Yes. They don't let me do it; I just did it," replied Geraldine. "I'll get you a suit of Scott's clothes, if you like. I can get the boxing-gloves at the same time. Shall I, Scott?" "Go ahead," said Scott; "we can pretend there are four boys here."
Where is the meadow?" "Oh, it's just that swale to the right of the driveway," said Rufus. "It's low ground, and I s'pose the wild flowers do like it. I hope the cows haven't taken them all. You needn't be afraid o' the cows." "No, I'm not," replied Geraldine. "Perhaps I'll go some time." "Go to-day, go while the goin's good," urged Rufus. "Never can tell when the rain will keep you in.
'Nay, Cherry ought to be the gentleman connected with the press, said Wilmet, for in fact Geraldine did sometimes do copying and correcting work for her brother; 'and, indeed, I do not see why she should not. We could go home directly after morning service, and leave you there.
Keeping under the shade of the trees, for the moon was shining brightly, Surrey hastened towards the arbour, and as he entered it, to his inexpressible delight found that he had not been deceived, but that the Fair Geraldine was indeed there. "How did you contrive this meeting?" she cried, after their first greetings had passed.
And, having again been silent for a minute, so as to bethink herself in what most dignified language this might be done, she proceeded. "I am to be allied," again there was a little pause, "to Sir Francis Geraldine!" "Him Cecilia Holt rejected!" "Him who I think was fortunate enough to escape Cecilia Holt." "Goodness gracious! It seems but the other day."
These children had always been so highly scrubbed, that the great molecular author of existence, dirt, resumed parental sway, with tenfold power of attachment and protection, the moment soap and flannel ceased their wicked usurpation. "Please, sir, I couldn't keep them clean, I couldn't," cried Geraldine, choking, both with bread and milk, and tears.
She took it up and slowly passed her eyes over the words, endeavouring, as she did so, to come to some determination as to what her conduct should be. The purport of the words she did not fully comprehend, so fully was her mind occupied with thinking of the condition of her husband's mind; but they left upon her an impression that in the main Sir Francis Geraldine had told his story truly.
"This is the manner in which you have left me to be informed of a subject so interesting! I first hear from Sir Francis Geraldine that he and you a twelvemonth since were engaged together as man and wife." Here she stood quite silent. She did not care to tell him that it was more than twelve months since. "That you think to be becoming." "I do not think so."
"They'll laugh no more in this world, Geraldine," he cried, in fierce triumph. "They're down at the bottom of the sea, every man and dog of them!" She gripped him by the shoulder Geraldine, who had never willingly hurt and insect. "Ralph," she sobbed, "thank God! Thank God you did it!"
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