"I am sure you have," answered the lady, "but my husband and I want
you to be happy somewhere else instead. I will tell you in a few words
what has recently happened to us. The death of a relative has put us in
possession of a large property on the coast a few miles to the eastward
of Lone Rock. This has made my husband give up his position in the army,
and come home to live. The yacht which met us at Malta with our child is
another possession of his, and the sailing-master, who has been in charge
of her many years now, and has come in for an annuity from our relative,
is anxious to retire when his place is filled. My husband wants your
husband to take command of the yacht. He has made all due inquiries about
him, and is satisfied that he is qualified for the post. We shall not use
it a great deal, but we intend to keep it, as our means allow it, and we
are both fond of the sea. You would have a cottage on the estate to live
in--most likely one of the lodges--and your husband would be a great deal
ashore as well as a good deal afloat, and there is anchorage for the yacht
quite near to the Hall, which is on the coast, as I have said. Pat could
go to school, and would still have sea air about him, and a pleasant
country home to live in; and as for poor Jim, he is to receive a pension
so long as he is in any wise disabled, and we should be very glad to pay
you a fixed sum for boarding him out with you, as there is plenty of room
in the lodge, and he could help to open the gate even before he was able
to take any other employment, which we shall find for him when he gets
stronger, as I trust he may----"
But Lady St. John stopped short there, for Eileen had suddenly thrown her
apron over her head, and was sobbing aloud.
"You are not distressed, I hope?" began Lady St. John; but Eileen, by a
great effort, recovered herself, and looked up with brimming eyes that
were shining like stars through the mist of happy tears.
"Oh, my lady, my lady! it seems too good to be true; sure they are tears
of joy I am shedding. It's myself that can hardly believe my own ears. I
don't know what to say, nor how to thank you. It's like a blessed dream
entirely--that's what it is, and my breath is fairly took away!"
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