“Dear me! dear me! this is very distressing. Disappointed, are they? I don’t want the children to be disappointed, Evelyn! Let them enjoy themselves. If they appreciate that sort of thing, let them go by all means. Why should they stay away because you are obliged to do so? Mrs Newland will look after them.”
“My dear Dean!” Lady Sarah shook out her serviette, and raised her voice to an even shriller note than usual. “My dear Dean, you don’t realise what you are saying. The girls are not children any longer; they were fifteen their last birthday. In another two years, or three at the outside, they will be in society. You cannot possibly allow them to go to a large affair of this sort without a chaperone. Mrs Newland will be occupied with her guests, and will have no time to look after them. If Evelyn is obliged to go away, let the girls stay at home. They can surely bear a little disappointment. They will have bigger ones than this to bear as they go through life!”
“True, Sarah,—quite true; but that is the more reason why I wish to postpone them as long as possible. I don’t want the girls to miss their pleasure, Evelyn! Can nothing be done? Can’t you think of some plan, dear? you are so clever. Is there no other alternative?” And the kindly Dean looked at his wife with a face full of anxiety.
Mrs Faucit smiled back at him in the peculiarly sweet, reassuring manner which she reserved for himself and for Erroll, the youngest member of the family—a mischievous little rascal, who employed himself in getting into trouble all day long, and in rushing to throw himself upon his mother’s tender mercies after each fresh exploit.
“I think we might surely hit on some plan between us!” she said brightly. “Such a number of clever people! For instance, it ought not to be altogether impossible to provide another chaperone for the girls. There are more people than my important self in the town, and Mrs Newland will be quite willing to accept a representative under the circumstances.”
“If you mean me, Evelyn, I am not at all sure that I feel equal to the exertion. If they were going to drive from door to door, and have lunch in an hotel in reasonable fashion, it would be different; but with so many changes, and the whole day to be spent in the open air—”
“Oh, my dear Sarah, I never thought of such a thing for a moment! It would be too much to ask. You would be terribly fatigued.” Mrs Faucit had caught the echo of three separate gasps of consternation, and she spoke with unusual emphasis. “Oh, no, indeed! I think it will answer all purposes if Miss Turner takes the girls in charge. Mrs Newland knows her, and it would be a pity to look any further when we have someone so suitable in the house. That will be a very good arrangement, won’t it, girls?”
Then for the first time the girls’ lips were opened, and they spoke. Up till now the tension of suspense had been so great that they seemed scarcely able to breathe.
“Oh, yes, Mother, it will be delightful!”
“Oh, yes, Mrs Faucit, splendid! Miss Turner will be nicer than anyone if you can’t go yourself. But are you really obliged to go away? Why can’t you stay at home when it is only for two days?”