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Updated: June 21, 2025
She put her hand kindly on that long slim hand stretched out beside her, and, because she knew not what else to speak, and because the tongue is very perverse at times, saying the opposite of what is expected, she herself blundered out, "How! How! Lali." Perhaps Lali was as much surprised at the remark as Marion herself, and certainly very much more delighted.
Days afterwards, Lali read her father's letter to Mrs. Armour. It ran: My daughter, Lali, the sweet noise of the Spring: Thy father speaks. I have seen more than half a hundred moons come like the sickle and go like the eye of a running buck, swelling with fire, but I hear not thy voice at my tent door since the first one came and went. Thou art gone.
He broke out into a soft little laugh, then, with his old good-natured manner, caught her hand as he did the first night she came to Greyhope, patted it in a fatherly fashion, and said: "It is the wrong way about, Lali; I ought to be thanking you, not you me.
A moment afterwards they were in a carriage rolling away to Greyhope. When Marion was about leaving with her husband for the railway station, she sought out Lali, and found her standing half hidden by the curtains of a window, looking out at little Richard, who was parading his pony up and down before the house. An unutterable sweetness looked out of Marion's eyes.
But, from present appearances, it would seem that Richard Armour was not wholly a false prophet; for the savage had shown herself that morning to possess, in their crudeness, some striking qualities of character. Given character, many things are possible, even to those who are not of the elect. This was the beginning of better things. Lali seemed to the Armours not quite so impossible now.
His mother brought him word from Lali before he retired, to say that she was sorry she could not see him, but giving him a message and a commission into town the following morning for their son. Her tact had grown is her strength had declined.
All at once the child's face altered; he stood perfectly still, and waited for his mother to come to him. Lali had not spoken, and she did not speak until, lifting the child, she came the length of the billiard-table and faced them. "I beg your pardon," she said, "for intruding; but Richard has led us a dance, and I suppose the mother may go where her child goes."
But she dried her eyes, and together they went to the nursery. She dismissed the nurse and they were left alone by the sleeping child. She knelt at the head of the little cot, and touched the child's forehead with her lips. He stooped down also beside it. "He's a grand little fellow," he said. "Lali," he continued presently, "it is time Frank came home. I am going to write for him.
But, whatever Lali was, it was abundantly evident that she must be reckoned with at all points, and that she was more likely to become a very startling figure in the Armour household than a mere encumbrance to be blushed for, whose eternal absence were preferable to her company.
In reply to inquiries concerning her son she said, as she had often said during the season, that he might be back at any time now. Lali had answered always in the same fashion, and had shown no sign that his continued absence was singular. As the evening wore on, the probability of Frank's appearance seemed less; and the Armours began to breathe more freely. Frank had, however, arrived.
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