"No, Cicely, not ill; a little out of my usual," he said, "that is all.
Now you are here, we shall fall into our quiet way again. The changes
God sends we must accept; but the little worries are trying, my dear. I
am getting old, and am not so able to brave them; but all will be well
now you are here."
"We shall do all we can," said Cicely; "but you must remember, papa, we
are not used to housekeeping, and if we make mistakes at first----"
"I am not afraid of your mistakes," said Mr. St. John, looking at her
with a faint smile. He had scarcely looked full at her before, and his
eyes dwelt upon her face with a subdued pleasure. "You are your mother
over again," he said. "You will be a blessing to me, Cicely, as she
was."
The two girls looked at him strangely, with a flood of conflicting
thoughts. How dared he speak of their mother? Was he relieved to be able
to think of their mother without Miss Brown coming in to disturb his
thoughts? If natural reverence had not restrained them, what a
cross-examination they would have put him to! but as it was, their eager
thoughts remained unsaid. "I will do all I can, papa, and so will Mab,"
said Cicely, faltering. And he put down his cup, and said, "God bless
you, my dears," and went to his study as if they had never been absent
at all, only out perhaps, as Mab said, for a rather long walk.
"I don't think he can have cared for her," said Cicely; "he is glad to
get back to the idea of mamma; I am sure that is what he means. He is
always kind, and of course he was kind to her; but there is a sort of
relief in his tone--a sort of ease."
"That is all very well for us," said Mab; "but if you will think of it,
it seems a little hard on poor Miss Brown."
This staggered Cicely, who loved justice. "But I think she should not
have married him," she said. "It was easy to see that anybody could have
married him who wished. I can see that now, though I never thought of it
then. And, kind as it was of Aunt Jane, perhaps we should not have left
him unprotected. You ought to have gone to school, Mab, because of your
talent, and I should have stayed at home."
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