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  With his entrance the attention of the two girls was fixed on him, and Nicholas was forced to raise his voice and repeat to Meggie that he had had a letter from his sister and that she and her husband were sailing the following week for Canada.

  "That will be nice," said Meg, vaguely, then added, with more warmth, "I do wonder what they will bring me for a wedding present!"

  "Some cast-off bit of jet or pinchbeck of your aunt's," said old Mrs. Whiteoak, scraping the jam pot.

  Meg pushed out her pretty lips. "They ought to bring me something really handsome."

  "I am sure Augusta and Edwin will bring you a charming present," said Ernest.

  "I don't see what makes you think so," said his mother. "Their presents are always tarnished or stink of moth balls.... More tea, Molly! Have you gone to sleep behind the teapot? Ha - that's right - plenty of sugar."

  Nicholas put in - "They are bringing something more interesting than a present for you, Meggie. They are bringing a wedding guest, your cousin, twice or thrice removed - Mr. Malahide Court."

  Meg stared. "I've never heard of him. What a name!"

  Her grandmother glared across the table at her. "Don't you dare to poke fun at that name, miss!"

  "I wasn't! I only said what a name!"

  "You jeered! You know you did! I won't have it! I was a Court and there's no finer family living. And Malahide is a good old Court name. The Malahides married the Courts and lived in their castles when the Whiteoaks were yeomen, let me tell you! Perhaps you've forgotten that I am the granddaughter of an earl, hey? Have you forgotten that?

  Grandmother was working herself into a temper. She rapped the table with her spoon to punctuate her sentences.

  "Keep your hair on, Mamma," soothed Philip. "We all know about our noble ancestors and realize that we're only poor Colonials ourselves. There's no need of getting upset about it."

  "Malahide Court," said Ernest sententiously, "must be well past forty. I remember that he came to my school in England just as I was leaving."

  "What was he like?" asked Nicholas.

  "A miserable little shaver."

  "Had he the Court nose?" demanded old Mrs. Whiteoak.

  "H'm, well, I don't remember that, but I know he was no beauty."

  "I am anxious to see him. I hope he will stop the summer."

  Philip raised his eyebrows. "Let us see him before we hope that, Mamma."

  Small feet were heard running in the hall and Mary's face turned, all alight, toward the door. It opened and her elder son, Eden, pranced in.

  "I'm a pony," he declared, and galloped round the table. Mary stretched out her hand to catch him as he passed. She had lost three infants before his advent and felt no security in her passionate possession of him. He eluded her hand, but was seized by Meg and rapturously kissed. Both she and Renny evinced a demonstrative affection for their little half-brothers, taking, as Mary saw it, a perverse pleasure in coming between her and them.

  Now Meg asked of him - "What do you suppose I have brought from town?"

  "I don't know. A little engine for me?"

  "You silly, no! But I have bought your page's suit. White satin with a lace collar."

  "Oh." He was impressed. "May I try it on, now?"

  His mother spoke sharply. "No, Eden, you must wait till tomorrow. Your hands are probably dirty and it will soon be your bedtime."

  "See, my hands are clean!" He spread them out for inspection.

  Meg took him on her knee. She put her lips close to his ear and whispered something which apparently satisfied him. He took the piece of cake Renny offered and, with a daring glance at his mother, began to eat it.lhe older people were still talking about Malahide Court and speculating on the reasons for his visit.

  After tea the two girls took Eden to Meg's room and locked the door.

  "The idea of Mother saying he must not try on his page's suit!" exclaimed Meg. "That is always her way - to spoil our pleasure if she can."

  "It must be horrid," said Vera, "having a stepmother."

  "It's abominable! Especially when she was once one's governess. She attacks one from both angles. But Renny and I don't knuckle under." She dipped the corner of a towel in her ewer and wiped Eden's face and hands. He looked very earnestly into her face.

  Vera unfolded the suit from its wrappings. "It's nice," she said, "that you are so fond of her children."

  "Please don't ever call them hers! She had them, - the best thing she's ever done, - but they are perfect Whiteoaks."

  "This one looks like her, doesn't he?"

  "H'm, he has her colouring, but he's just himself."

  She had taken off his sailor suit and he stood in his vest before them, white, fragile, yet proudly built. Meg began to dress him in the white satin garments.

  When they went down they found that the family had moved out to the lawn to enjoy the late sunlight. Philip, Nicholas, and Ernest stood together admiring the house. It faced the sun serenely, as though conscious that everything about it was in exemplary order. No crumbled brick or rotted shingle or sagging shutter was there to take from its air of solid well-being. The bulk of the stables was concealed by a group of stalwart evergreens, and stretching far behind it were spread the six hundred acres of farm and woodland, pasture, ravine, and winding stream that had been, half a century before, reclaimed by Captain Whiteoak from the wild.

  Renny had picked up a tennis racket and was sending balls into the net. Old Mrs. Whiteoak possessed herself of the other racket and faced him.

  "Now then! Now then!" she challenged. "A ball to your grandmother, young cock!"

  Renny, laughing, sent one softly bouncing toward her. She ignored it and stood with the racket foursquare to her shoulder, formidable-looking in her large ribboned cap.

  "You call that a ball! D'ye think I'm so weak as that? Come now - a good one!"

  Renny eyed her menacingly.

  "Renny!" cautioned Ernest, "be careful."

  "Mind your own business, Ernest!" she ordered. "Am I playing this game, or are you?"

  A ball shot straight at her cap.

  She caught it on her racket and returned it over the net with no mean blow, but she could not risk another. She grinned triumphantly.

  "Well, now, do you say I can play tennis?"

  "You're a marvel, Gran!"

  He laughed across the net and came to her. She took his arm and squeezed it.

  "The girls are coming. See what they've done?"

  Meg and Vera descended the steps to the lawn with Eden between them.

  "Look, Daddy!" cried Meg. "A rehearsal!" She put the hem of her dress in Eden's hands and moved sedately across the lawn, followed by Vera.

  "Splendid!" exclaimed Nicholas.

  "By Jove, the child looks beautiful!" said Ernest.

  Philip met his daughter and she laid her hand on his arm. "Now then, Mamma, you'll have to be the parson. Renny, can't you produce the groom?"

  "I don't like rehearsals of solemn things," said his mother. "They bring bad luck. Come to Granny, darling, and show her your fine new suit."

  But Eden kept fast hold of Meg's skirt, bearing himself with dignity.

  Renny gave a shout. "Hello, there's Maurice! Come along, Maurice! What price the laggard groom!"

  Maurice Vaughan advanced through a small wicket gate set in a hedge of cedar. He had crossed the ravine which divided his father's property from Jalna and had picked on the way a bunch of white trilliums.

  "Good man!" exclaimed Philip, delighted. "He's here - nosegay and all!"

  Nicholas began to boom the "Wedding March."

  "What's it all about?" asked Maurice.

  "A rehearsal," said Mrs. Whiteoak, "and I don't like it. I don't like it at all. I've a superstition about it."

  Maurice came to his fiancee and put the lilies into her hands. He made a little old-fashioned bow, but there was a gravity in his face, a heaviness in his eyes, that took the light from Meggie's. She held the flowers to her, and asked: -

>   "Is anything wrong?"

  He shook his head. "No. Well, my father is not very well. Mother and I are worried about him."

  "I've known your dad all my life," said Philip, "and I've never known him well. Don't you worry about him. He'll outlive us all." He tossed up Eden. "Now what do you think of this for a page?"

  Maurice smiled and Meg's face cleared.

  Mary now came out of the house carrying her younger child, a boy of twenty months whom they called Peep. He sat very straight on her arm, determined not to be sleepy, though he knew he was being brought out to say goodnight. He had a skin of exquisite pink and whiteness, thin fair hair, and intensely blue, rather prominent eyes.

  "Oh, I call it a shame to have put that suit on Eden!" she said angrily. "He will be getting a spot on it." But she smiled in delight at his beauty when he darted to her side.

  "See me! See me!" he cried.

  Renny followed him. "Give Peep to me," he said. "Then you can look after Eden."

  Half reluctantly she surrendered the baby. He leaped, crowing, into Renny's arms. Renny carried him to where Maurice had moved apart.

  He thrust the child's downy head against Maurice's face. "Take him," he laughed. "You'll be dandling a kid of your own one day. Let me see how it becomes you."

  Maurice drew back as though struck.

  "For Christ's sake, keep it away from me!" he said, thickly. "Renny, I must see you alone! You must get rid of those girls and come with me into the ravine. I've something terrible to tell you."

  IN THE RAVINE

  THE TWO BOYS passed through the wicket gate and descended the path into the ravine, just as the sun was sending its last rays there. The young grass and unfolding bracken fronds had taken on an unearthly green, while the trees, still caught in the sunlight, glistened and quivered in the light breeze. The trunks of the pines showed a distinct purple tone, while those of the silver birches diffused through their whiteness a pale inner glow.

  The contrast between the movements of Maurice and Renny was indicative not only of the moods that possessed them, but of their very natures. Maurice plunged down the path, sending small stones rolling before him, scarcely seeming to see where he was going. Renny moved freely as a wild creature and nothing escaped his brilliant gaze. He stopped once or twice and appeared to be on the point of turning aside into the wood, when Maurice called back to him: "Are you coming?" and he returned to the path.

  The river which flowed through the ravine, and which, in later years, became only a small stream through the building of a dam in an enterprise by which the family endeavoured to counteract the extravagances and bad investments of Nicholas and Ernest, was now in the fullness of its strength. It made a distinct murmuring sound as it moved through its thickly wooded curves, breaking into clear gurglings when it encountered the dark opposition of a boulder or urge of smooth ledges of rock.

  Renny made toward a bridge which spanned the river at its narrowest point, but Maurice drew him to the shelter of some wild cherry trees.

  "Come in here," he said, "where we can't be seen. You never know when someone may cross the bridge. Why, look now! There comes my father! When I think what I may be bringing on to his head, I could drown myself in that river."

  Renny fixed his eyes on the figure of the man crossing the bridge. He wished he could escape from Maurice. He said: -

  "Your father won't be hard on you for anything you've done."

  The thin, upright figure crossed the bridge and began to make the ascent with an alert step. Maurice followed his movements with misery in his eyes. Mr. Vaughan passed so near them that they could hear his heavy breathing.

  Maurice groaned - "I'm in the devil of a mess! I don't know how to tell you."

  "Perhaps you had better not tell me," said Renny, with a gleam of hope in his eyes. "I always find it better to keep my troubles to myself."

  "But I must tell you! You've got to help me! You're the only one who can."

  "Out with it, then!"

  Maurice threw himself on the grass.

  "Sit down! Sit down beside me!"

  Renny dropped to his side and offered him a cigarette, but Maurice shook his head.

  "No, no, I can't smoke! Renny, I'm in the most terrible mess. I don't know what I'm to do." He rolled on to his side and clutched a handful of grass. Then, as though the words too were pulled up by the roots, he said: -

  "It's a girl I've got into trouble. She's going to have a baby! If your family find out - if my mother and father find out - I'm done for! And it isn't as though I care about the girl. I hate her now that I know what she's going to do. I've never loved anyone but Meggie."

  "Who is she?" Renny asked in a cold voice.

  The name came so muffled he could scarcely hear the name: "Elvira Gray."

  "Elvira!" Renny repeated it on a note of wonder, and he looked at his friend, seeing him in a new, strange, sensual light.

  A flicker of bravado passed over Maurice's face. He gave a short laugh.

  "You've never thought of Elvira in that way, eh?"

  "I've never thought of her in any way." He spoke gruffly and avoided Maurice's eyes.

  "But I don't see how you could help noticing her. She's not like any of the other village girls."

  "Well, she's pretty, I know. But I've never given her a thought." His mind turned to his sister and he broke out: "It's a damned shame! It's horrible! Meg can never marry you after this!"

  Maurice sat up and said desperately: "Meggie must never know. She never will know. You must help me!"

  "How the devil can I help you?"

  "Elvira will go away. She has relations who will take her in, if she has money to provide for her and the child till she can get work.... Renny, you must see Elvira for me.... I can't see her again.... She makes terrible scenes.... It isn't safe.... We'll be caught.... Everything will come out."

  "Do you think -" Renny spoke passionately - "that I can bear the thought of you marrying my sister - after this?"

  "What difference will it make if she never knows? I'll be faithful to her. I swear I will! I'll never look at another woman! Surely you have heard enough talk in your family to know that this sort of thing sometimes happens. Men forget themselves." He spoke as an experienced man to a boy.

  Renny muttered - "You should not have forgotten yourself."

  "I don't need you to tell me that! I've been driven almost mad by remorse. I haven't had a decent night's sleep since she told me about the baby."

  "Did she threaten to tell your people?"

  "No, but everyone in the village will talk. You know what they are for gossip. Our families will be bound to hear of it. Elvira's aunt will be after me for help. In fact, she has been. I've given her money - all I could lay my hands on - to shut her up."

  "How did this affair begin?"

  "Elvira used to come into our woods to pick blackberries. I used to be about with my gun. I spoke to her and once I helped her to fill her pail. There was something mysterious about her. But I never loved her for a minute, mind you. I've never stopped loving Meg. Meg would have a year's engagement. She would scarcely let me kiss her. But every time I looked at Elvira I could see she wanted me to kiss her. Then one day last August I forgot myself. I took her in my arms.... I was lost then. It was just like a wild dream."

  Renny said - "Yes? What was she like?"

  "She was passionate and strange. She almost frightened me. I made up my mind I'd never see her again.... But - the very next time I went into the wood - she was there."

  Renny's face hardened. "Why didn't you keep out of the wood?"

  "I was a fool. But I wanted to be alone to think things over."

  "Are you sure you didn't want to meet her again?"

  Maurice flushed under Renny's eyes.

  "I don't know. Perhaps I did. I was a fool. But I can tell you, I've paid for it!"

  "I think you're just beginning to pay for it."

  "By God! You're hard! I thought you were my friend. I thought you'd h
elp me."

  "I'm wondering if I want my sister to marry you now."

  "I swear I'll be faithful to her for the rest of my life! Any man is likely to make one slip. It will disappoint your people terribly. It will break my parents' hearts - if this comes between Meg and me. Lord, what I've been through! Meg buying her trousseau, and Elvira clasping me about the knees and begging me to marry her! It's too much! I can't bear it!"

  He threw himself on the grass and groaned.

  Renny was moved to compassion.

  "Look here," he said, putting his hand on Maurice's shoulder, "buck up! We'll do something about it. I'll see Elvira and we'll get her out of here at once. Have you the money for her?"

  "Yes. My father has given me a cheque for my wedding expenses. I'll have to take some out of that."

  "Does that mean you will cut down on Meggie's pleasures on your wedding trip?" Renny regarded him suspiciously.

  "Lord, no. I can always get money."

  "H'm - you're a lucky devil."

  "Will you see Elvira tomorrow?"

  "Yes."

  "She must leave soon - before it's too late."

  "When is the arrival expected?"

  "I don't quite know. In about a month, I think."

  "Well, aren't people talking?"

  "She doesn't show her condition."

  "She may be bluffing you."

  "No. I'm sure of it."

  "Are you sure the child will be yours?"

  "I think it is."

  "Well, as Gran says, this is a pretty to-do. I wonder how the old lady would take it."

  Maurice replied eagerly. "She would be on my side. You can depend on that, Renny! She is a woman of the world. My parents have lived narrow lives. They're puritanical. Your people are different. They see things comparatively."

  Renny made a guarded, nervous movement. "They wouldn't see this comparatively," he said. "They'd see it as an insult to Meg. I don't believe they'd want her to marry you."

  "I think you're quite wrong. But no one need ever know, if you'll help me."