"Co. Aytch" eBook

Sam Watkins
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 652 pages of information about "Co. Aytch".

"Co. Aytch" eBook

Sam Watkins
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 652 pages of information about "Co. Aytch".
to undertake in full earnestness her daughter’s education.  To do this had become her dearest wish; for there could now be little doubt that Evelyn had inherited her voice, the same beautiful quality and fluency in vocalisation; and thinking of it, Mrs. Innes held out her hands and looked at them, striving to read in them the progress of her illness.  Evelyn wondered why, just at that moment, her father had turned from the bedside overcome by sudden tears.  But whoever dies, life goes on the same, our interests and necessities brook little interference.  Meal-times are always fixed times, and when father and daughter met in the parlour—­it was just below the room in which Mrs. Innes was dying—­Evelyn asked why her mother had looked at her hands so significantly.

He said that it was thus her mother foreshadowed Violetta’s death, when Armand’s visit is announced to her.

In the silence which followed this explanation their souls seemed to say what their lips could not.  Sympathies and perceptions hitherto dormant were awakened; he recognised in her, and she, in herself, an unsuspected inheritance.  Her voice she had received from her mother, but all else came from her father.  She felt his life and character stirring in her, and moved as by a new instinct, she sat by his side, holding his hand.  They sat waiting for the announcement of the death which could not be delayed much longer, and each thought of the difference the passing would make in their lives!  It was her death that had brought them together, that had given them a new and mutual life.  And in those hours their eyes had seemed to seal a compact of love and fealty.

This was three years ago; but since Mrs. Innes’s death very little had been done with Evelyn’s voice.  The Jesuits had spent money in increasing their choir and orchestra, and Mr. Innes was constantly rehearsing the latest novelties in religious music.  All his spare time was occupied with private teaching; and discovering in his daughter a real aptitude for the lute, he had taught her that instrument, likewise the viola da gamba, for which she soon displayed even more original talent.  She played both instruments at his concerts, and as several pupils offered themselves, he encouraged her to give lessons—­he had made of her an excellent musician, able to write fugue and counterpoint; only the production of the voice he had neglected.  Now and again, in a fit of repentance, he had insisted on her singing some scales, but his heart was not in the lesson, and it fell through.

He was suspicious that she knew she could not learn singing from him; but an avowal of his inability to teach her would necessitate some departure from his own ideas, and, like all men with a mission, Mr. Innes was deficient in moral courage, and in spite of himself he evaded all that did not coincide with the purpose of his life.  He loved his daughter above everything, except his music, and the thought that he was sacrificing her to his ambition afflicted him with cruel assaults of conscience.  Often he asked himself if he were capable of redeeming his promise to his dead wife, or if he shirked the uncongenial labour it entailed?  And it was this tormenting question that had impelled him to light the candle, and raise it so that he could better see his wife’s face.

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