is too hard for most of us. It is not to be wondered at that gifts are rare.â
âNo, no, it is not,â said Jermyn, his voice rising. âIt is a great piece of fortune to be above most men, for those that are.â
âIt is a good thing to feel you are that. I donât think a strong conviction is ever based on nothing.â
âWell, yours will be the first opinion I shall want, when the verses are ready for the human eye.â
âWe only really want one opinion.â
âI know you have written yourself, Mellicent. And your writing has my gravest respect; and I am not given to easy praise of the artist.â
âThe other kind of praise is the thing,â said Mellicent. âHere is Griselda, threatening to take you home.â
âJermyn, we shall soon have had a day of happiness. Lady Hardisty is sending us back in the carriage in the hope of saving us. And it is our duty to relieve Gregory.â
âDoes Gregory want to be relieved?â asked Polly.
âYes. He is on duty with Mother,â said Griselda.
âOn duty?â said Polly with her eyes wide.
âWe havenât your easy life, Polly,â said Jermyn.
Polly wore a look of living sympathy as her friends drove away.
âDonât Jermyn and Griselda and Gregory much like being at home?â
âTheir motherâs nerves must be a cloud over everything,â said Mellicent. âThey were in real alarm at the thought of not being back in time.â
âBut they will be in time, now they have the carriage,â said Polly, springing to take her fatherâs arm.
Sir Percy looked down on his younger child with an emotion that forced its way to his eyes. He believed that his joy in life had ended with the death of her mother nineteen years before, and the conviction was the chief ground of his self-esteem, a feeling that had never had a strong foundation. If he had realised that a little later his contentment had begun, it would have failed to survive;and his second wife, knowing its right to its life, left the truth in silence.
When Jermyn and Griselda reached their home, Buttermere was stationed at the door of the house.
âWell, we are a little later than we expected,â said Jermyn.
âGood-afternoon, sir,â said Buttermere.
âYes, yes, we have come home in the later half of the day. Is Mr. Gregory still with her ladyship?â
âNot after the first few hours, sir.â
âHow has her ladyship been spending the time?â
âGetting through it by herself in the garden, miss.â
âMr. Gregory is out, I suppose. How long has he been gone?â
âI cannot approximately say, miss.â
âMother, Mother, spare a glance for your children,â called Jermyn, as Harriet came round the house from her garden. âWe thought we should be at home before. How long has Gregory been gone?â
âOnly about ten minutes, dear. I donât quite know what time it is. Have you noticed my borders this year?â
âButtermere, what do you mean by giving a wrong impression?â said Jermyn, following the attendant into the hall.
Buttermere paused with the suggestion of a bow.
âWill you kindly answer me?â
âIf you will kindly repeat your question, sir.â
âI asked you why you could not speak the truth.â
âI should be sorry ever to have done anything else, sir,â said Buttermere sincerely.
âYou knew Mr. Gregory had only just left her ladyship.â
âI stated that he had been with her ladyship for the first few hours, sir. I was under the impression that you had not been gone for a longer period,â
âYou know quite well that you meant to mislead.â
âI know only what I said, sir.â
âWell, darlings, discussing your day?â said Harriet, with a nervous glance in the direction of Buttermere, whose disturbance always transferred itself to her. âHave