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Updated: June 15, 2025
There was something exhilarating in the beauty and richness of reviving nature, and even Petronella's wan cheek kindled into a flush of pleasure as she looked forth once again upon the fair world around her dismal home. Home? no, that was no longer the word for it. Slowly but surely the knowledge had come to her that Cuthbert had been right, and that this house could no longer be a home to her.
What will you give me not to tie this cord round the Reverend Petronella's neck?" "Thank you, Jock, I'm so glad," said Babie, referring probably to the earlier part of his speech. "We would have come home for the pony carriage, but we thought it would be out." "Take care of the drip," was Armine's parting cry, as Babie turned the pony's head, and Jock strode down the lane.
"I love not strife and warfare; I am for quietude and peace," and she smiled into Kate's flushed face, whilst Cherry looked from one to the other, scarce knowing with which she sided. She had something of Kate's daring, and dearly admired it in her; but she shared in part Petronella's shrinking from strife and danger, a shrinking that to Kate was inexplicable.
Cuthbert could assure the disappointed lover that this was no indication of coldness on Petronella's part, but that it was done from a sense of filial duty, combined with a fear of some violence on her father's part towards her lover should he be provoked too far. Cuthbert was as certain as Philip could wish that Petronella's heart was entirely his.
The Admiral, taking up cudgels for his niece, answered, "If she had been on the other side, she would have taken life as she takes it now like a gentleman and a soldier," and he smiled at Petronella. Hare had a baffled sense that the Admiral was right that Petronella's fineness and delicacy would never go down in defeat or despair. She would hold her head high though the heavens fell.
His gifts to his mother had included usually gloves and a generous check; if he had ventured to choose anything for Petronella he would not have dared go beyond a box of candy or a book; he had given his nurses pocketbooks and handkerchiefs. And the men of Petronella's world bestowed on her brass bowls and tea-caddies! Miss Danvers vanished up-stairs.
"Women in these days do not lean," he said, with decision; "they lead." A spark came into Petronella's eyes. "And do you like the modern type best?" she challenged. He answered with smiling directness, "I like you." The Admiral was pleased with that, though he was still troubled by this man's difference from the men of his own race.
Am I to be received as kinswoman or as prisoner? for marry I know not myself." Petronella's face kindled into smiles, those bright happy smiles that gave it a charm never seen in past days. She bent an arch glance upon her cousin, and then made reply. "The Lady Humbert is a fine stately dame, before whom my heart quailed mightily when first I stood before her.
With breathless eagerness she heard of the girl's flight from home, and of her rescue of Cuthbert from the very jaws of death. She could not understand Petronella's shuddering horror at the thought of having killed a man. "I would have killed fifty, and been glad to rid the earth of them were they such wretches as Long Robin!" she cried.
But there was something altogether quaint and curious in the life of the house, and Kate thought it exceedingly interesting even before the first evening had passed. Yet all the while she was longing to hear Petronella's tale, and was glad when the tapestry work was put away, and formal good nights had been exchanged.
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