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There was a faint sense of shame rising in his heart, a feeble conviction of having been himself to blame; but just then they seemed only to fan and increase his keen indignation. Yet in the midst of his anger, John Greylston had the delicate consideration for his sister and himself to repeat to the men the command she had given them.
Remember the past be still." But he would not; relentlessly, stubbornly, the waves of passion raged on in his soul. "Now, you hear all this; do not forget it; and have done with your silly obstinacy as soon as possible, for I will be worried no longer with it;" and roughly pushing away the slight hand which was laid upon his arm, Mr. Greylston stalked out of the house.
In that mood she scarcely knew him; and her face was grave, and her voice so sad, even the servants wondered what was the matter. Margaret Greylston had fully overcome all angry, reproachful feelings against her brother. So far her soul had peace, yet she mourned for his love, his kind words, and pleasant smiles; and she longed to tell him this, but his coldness held her back. Mr.
John Greylston went slowly to the window, and pushed aside the curtains, and as he stood there looking out somewhat gravely in the bleak and wintry night, he felt a soft hand touch him, and he turned and found Annie Bermond by his side. "You looked so lonely, my dear uncle." "And that is the reason you deserted Walter?" he said, laughing. "Well, I will soon send you back to him.
"Yes; for I would not rest until aunty told me the whole story, and I just came out to talk to you about it. Now, Uncle John, don't frown, and draw away your hand; just listen to me a little while; I am sure you will be glad." Then she repeated, in her pretty, girlish way, touching in its earnestness, all Miss Greylston had told her.
"I am master here, and I will speak and act in this house as I see fit. Now, who gave you liberty to countermand my orders; to send my servants back from the Work I had set for them to do? Margaret, I warn you; for, any more such freaks, you and I, brother and sister though we be, will live no longer under the same roof." "Be still, John Greylston! Remember her patient, self-sacrificing love.
"Nothing, just now; I only want you to stand here and look at the old pines." And so John Greylston did; and he saw the distant woods grave and fading beneath the autumn wind while the old pines upreared their stately heads against the blue sky, unchanged in beauty, fresh and green as ever.
"John John," she said, falteringly, "I must speak to you; I cannot bear this any longer." "Nor can I, Margaret." Miss Greylston looked up in her brother's face; it was beaming with love and tenderness. Then she knew the hour of reconciliation had come, and with a quick, glad cry, she sprang into his arms and laid her head down upon his shoulder. "Can you ever forgive me, Madge?"
Greylston found his comfort in every way consulted; favourite dishes were silently placed before him; sweet flowers, as of old, laid upon his table. He knew the hand which wrought these loving acts. But did this knowledge melt his heart? In a little while we shall see. And the third morning dawned. Yet the cloud seemed in no wise lifted.
And John and Margaret Greylston lived on in their quiet and beautiful home, in peace and happiness; their solitude being but now and then invaded by a flock of nieces and nephews, from the neighbouring city their only and well-beloved relatives. It was long after sunset. For two full hours the moon and stars had watched John Greylston, sitting so moodily alone upon the porch.
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