The arrival of Miss Ladd,some time before she had been expected,interrupted the two girls at a critical moment.She had hurried over her business in London,eager to pass the rest of the day with her favorite pupil.Emily's affectionate welcome was,in some degree at least,inspired by a sensation of relief.To feel herself in the embrace of the warm-hearted schoolmistress was like finding a refuge from Francine.
When the hour of departure arrived,Miss Ladd invited Emily to Brighton for the second time."On the last occasion,my dear,you wrote me an excuse;I won't be treated in that way again.If you can't return with us now,come to-morrow."She added in a whisper,"Otherwise,I shall think you include mein your dislike of Francine."There was no resisting this.It was arranged that Emily should go to Brighton on the next day.
Left by herself,her thoughts might have reverted to Mrs.
Ellmother's doubtful prospects,and to Francine's strange allusion to her life in the West Indies,but for the arrival of two letters by the afternoon post.The handwriting on one of them was unknown to her.She opened that one first.It was an answer to the letter of apology which she had persisted in writing to Mrs.Rook.Happily for herself,Alban's influence had not been without its effect,after his departure.She had written kindly--but she had written briefly at the same time.
Mrs.Rook's reply presented a nicely compounded mixture of gratitude and grief.The gratitude was addressed to Emily as a matter of course.The grief related to her "excellent master."Sir Jervis's strength had suddenly failed.His medical attendant,being summoned,had expressed no surprise."My patient is over seventy years of age,"the doctor remarked."He will sit up late at night,writing his book;and he refuses to take exercise,till headache and giddiness force him to try the fresh air.As the necessary result,he has broken down at last.It may end in paralysis,or it may end in death."Reporting this expression of medical opinion,Mrs.Rook's letter glided imperceptibly from respectful sympathy to modest regard for her own interests in the future.It might be the sad fate of her husband and herself to be thrown on the world again.If necessity brought them to London,would "kind Miss Emily grant her the honor of an interview,and favor a poor unlucky woman with a word of advice?""She may pervert your letter to some use of her own,which you may have reason to regret."Did Emily remember Alban's warning words?No:she accepted Mrs.Rook's reply as a gratifying tribute to the justice of her own opinions.
Having proposed to write to Alban,feeling penitently that she had been in the wrong,she was now readier than ever to send him a letter,feeling compassionately that she had been in the right.
Besides,it was due to the faithful friend,who was still working for her in the reading room,that he should be informed of Sir Jervis's illness.Whether the old man lived or whether he died,his literary labors were fatally interrupted in either case;and one of the consequences would be the termination of her employment at the Museum.Although the second of the two letters which she had received was addressed to her in Cecilia's handwriting,Emily waited to read it until she had first written to Alban."He will come to-morrow,"she thought;"and we shall both make apologies.I shall regret that I was angry with him and he will regret that he was mistaken in his judgment of Mrs.Rook.
We shall be as good friends again as ever."
In this happy frame of mind she opened Cecilia's letter.It was full of good news from first to last.
The invalid sister had made such rapid progress toward recovery that the travelers had arranged to set forth on their journey back to England in a fortnight."My one regret,"Cecilia added,"is the parting with Lady Doris.She and her husband are going to Genoa,where they will embark in Lord Janeaway's yacht for a cruise in the Mediterranean.When we have said that miserable word good-by--oh,Emily,what a hurry I shall be in to get back to you!Those allusions to your lonely life are so dreadful,my dear,that I have destroyed your letter;it is enough to break one's heart only to look at it.When once I get to London,there shall be no more solitude for my poor afflicted friend.Papa will be free from his parliamentary duties in August--and he has promised to have the house full of delightful people to meet you.
Who do you think will be one of our guests?He is illustrious;he is fascinating;he deserves a line all to himself,thus:
"The Reverend Miles Mirabel!
"Lady Doris has discovered that the country parsonage,in which this brilliant clergyman submits to exile,is only twelve miles away from our house.She has written to Mr.Mirabel to introduce me,and to mention the date of my return.We will have some fun with the popular preacher--we will both fall in love with him together.