“You will,” he said affectionately, “when there are no more daily collisions. Dear Barbara, if I am particularly anxious to train this poor girl up at once in affection and in self-restraint, it is because my whole life—ever since I grew up—has taught me what a grievous task is left us, after we are our own masters. If our childish faults—such as impetuosity and sullenness—are not corrected on principle, not for convenience, while we are children.”
After this conversation, everyone will be sure that Mrs. Umfraville came next day, and after many arrangements with Lady Barbara, carried off the little Countess with her to the house that Lord de la Poer had lent them.
Kate was subdued and quiet. She felt that she had made a very unhappy business of her life with her aunts, and that she should never see Bruton Street without a sense of shame. Lady Barbara, too, was more soft and kind than she had ever seen her; and Aunt Jane was very fond of her, and grieved over her not having been happier.
“Oh, never mind, Aunt Jane; it was all my naughtiness. I know Aunt Emily will make me good; and nobody could behave ill in the house with Uncle Giles, could they now? So I shall be sure to be happy. And I’ll tell you what, Aunt Jane; some day you shall come to stay with us, and then I’ll drive you out in a dear delicious open carriage, with two prancing ponies!”
And when she wished her other aunt good-bye, she eased her mind by saying, “Aunt Barbara, I am very sorry I was such a horrid plague.”
“There were faults on both sides, Katharine,” her aunt answered with dignity. “Perhaps in time we may understand one another better.”
The first thing Katharine heard when she had left the house with Mrs. Umfraville was, that her uncle had gone down to Oldburgh by an early train, and that both box and shawl had gone with him.
But when he came back late to Lord de la Poer’s house, whom had he brought with him?
Mary! Mary Wardour herself! He had, as a great favour, begged to have her for a fortnight in London, to take care of her little cousin, till further arrangements could be made; and to talk over with Mrs. Umfraville the child’s character, and what would be good for her.
If there was one shy person in the house that night, there was another happier than words could tell!