The Clever Woman of the Family - Page 26/364

It was Major Keith who had borne the tidings to the poor little widow,

and had taken the sole care of the boys during the sad weeks of care

utter prostration and illness. Female friends were with her, and tended

her affectionately, but if exertion or thought were required of her,

the Major had to be called to her sofa to awaken her faculties, and she

always awoke to attend to his wishes, as though he were the channel of

her husband's. This state of things ended with the birth of the little

girl, the daughter that Sir Stephen had so much wished for, coming too

late to be welcomed by him, but awakening her mother to tearful joy and

renewed powers of life. The nine months of little Stephana's life

had been a tone of continual change and variety, of new interests and

occupations, and of the resumption of a feeling of health which had

scarcely been tasted since the first plunge into warm climates. Perhaps

it was unreasonable to expect to find Fanny broken down; and she

talked in her own simple way with abundant overflowing affection of her

husband; but even Mrs. Curtis thought it was to her more like the loss

of her own father than of the father of her children; and though not in

the least afraid of anything unbecoming in her gentle, retiring Fanny,

still felt that it was more the charge of a girl than of a widow,

dreaded the boys, dreaded their fate, and dreaded the Major more.

During this drive, Grace and Rachel had the care of the elder boys, whom

Rachel thought safer in her keeping than in Coombe's. A walk along

the cliffs was one resource for their amusement, but it resulted in

Conrade's climbing into the most break-neck places, by preference

selecting those that Rachel called him out of, and as all the others

thought it necessary to go after him, the jeopardy of Leoline and Hubert

became greater than it was possible to permit; so Grace took them by the

hands, and lured them home with promises of an introduction to certain

white rabbits at the lodge. After their departure, their brothers became

infinitely more obstreperous. Whether it were that Conrade had some

slight amount of consideration for the limbs of his lesser followers, or

whether the fact were--what Rachel did not remotely imagine--that he was

less utterly unmanageable with her sister than with herself, certain

it is that the brothers went into still more intolerable places, and

treated their guardian as ducklings treat an old hen. At last they quite

disappeared from the view round a projecting point of rock, and when

she turned it, she found a battle royal going on over an old

lobster-pot--Conrade hand to hand with a stout fisher-boy, and Francis

and sundry amphibious creatures of both sexes exchanging a hail of

stones, water-smoothed brick-bats, cockle-shells, fishes' backbones, and

other unsavoury missiles. Abstractedly, Rachel had her theory that young

gentlemen had better scramble their way among their poor neighbours,

and become used to all ranks; but when it came to witnessing an actual

skirmish when she was responsible for Fanny's sons, it was needful to

interfere, and in equal dismay and indignation she came round the point.

The light artillery fled at her aspect, and she had to catch Francis's

arm in the act of discharging after them a cuttlefish's white spine,

with a sharp "For shame, they are running away! Conrade, Zack, have

done!" Zack was one of her own scholars, and held her in respect.