So Rosalind kissed her father gratefully, and said she should be sure to find the money useful, if he could really spare it. And he, good man, only wished it were twice as much.
“I have just had a note,” said he, “from Mr Ratman, who announces his return on the 25th. During the few days he remains, my dear Rosalind, I think you should try, even if it cost you an effort, to be friendly. After all, he is an old comrade, and I have reasons for desiring not to offend him.”
“Oh, why ever do you let him come back after the unkind way he behaved to Jill? I’m sure he is a bad man, father. Indeed, I wonder at his thinking of coming at all after what has happened.”
“I dare say his manner may have been rough; but it was meant only in good-natured fun. Let us think no more about that. I was annoyed at the whole affair; but I must ask you, Rosalind, not to give him unnecessary offence when he comes again.”
“I can’t pretend to like people I detest,” said she; “but if he conducts himself like a gentleman, and goes away soon, there needn’t be any trouble about it.” And she went off to rejoice Roger with a visit.
During the week that followed, Captain Oliphant impressed the whole family with his chastened good-humour.
He paid a friendly call at the Vicarage, and expressed his obligations to the vicar and his wife for their consideration, and trusted his daughter, who (though he said so who should not), he was sure was a conscientious girl—would do her work well and requite them for their kindness.
He bought Tom his longed-for football, and ordered from town a handsome dressing-case for his dear ward. He delighted Miss Jill by allowing her to drive him in his rounds among the tenantry, when he had a friendly word for everybody.
Jill, in charge of the reins, was as happy as a queen, and quite captivated by her father’s cheerful good-humour.
“I wonder what makes you so jolly,” she said, as they spanked along the country lanes to Yeld, “dear, dear old daddy? I shall always drive you now, for you see I can manage the pony, can’t I? Mr Armstrong taught me. He says I shall make a first-rate whip. I’m sure I was very stupid when I first tried; but he is ever so patient. He scolds sometimes, but he always lets me know when he’s pleased; so I don’t mind. Do you know, father, I’d give my head for Mr Armstrong any day, I like him so?”