“But see what is wanting!  The curate, and the school chapel, and the cottages; and if the school is not enlarged, they will have a school board.  And what am I to say to Miss Parsons?  I promised to bring mother’s answer about the curate this afternoon at latest.”

“If she has the sense of a wren, she must know that a cataclysm like Janet’s may account for a few trifling omissions.”

“That’s true,” said Babie!  “She can’t expect it.  Do you know, I am rather sorry we are not poorer?  I hoped we should have to live in a very small way, and that I should have to work like you—-for mother.”

“Not like us, for pity’s sake, Infanta!” cried Jock.  “We have had enough of that.  The great use of you is to look after mother; and keep her from galloping the life out of herself, and this chap from worrying it out of her.”

“Jock!” cried Armine, indignantly.

“Yes, you will, if you go on moaning about these fads, and making her blame herself for them.  I don’t say we have all done the right thing with this money, I’m sure I have not, and most likely it serves us right to lose it, but to have mother teased about what, after all, was chiefly owing to her absence, is more than I will stand.  The one duty in hand is to make the best of it for her.  I shall run down again as soon as I hear how this is likely to turn out—-for Sunday, perhaps.  Keep up a good heart, Babie Bunting, and whatever you do, don’t let him worry mother.  Good-bye, Armie!  What’s the use of being good, if you can’t hold up against a thing like this?”

“Jock doesn’t know,” said Armine, as the door closed.  “Fads indeed!”

“Jock didn’t mean that,” pleaded Babie.  “You know he did not; dear, good Jock, he could not!”

“Jock is a good fellow, but he lives a frivolous, self-indulgent life, and has got infected with the spirit and the language,” said Armine, “or he would understand that myself or my own loss is the very last thing I am troubled about.  No, indeed, I should never think of that!  It is the ruin of these poor people and all I meant to have done for them.  It is very strange that we should only be allowed to waken to a sense of our opportunities to have them taken away from us!”

No one would have expected Armine, always regarded as the most religious of the family, to be the most dismayed, and neither he nor Barbara could detect how much of the spoilt child lay at the bottom of his regrets; but his little sister’s sympathy enabled him to keep from troubling his mother with his lamentations.

Indeed Allen was usually in presence, and nobody ever ventured on what might bore Allen.  He was in good spirits, believing that the discovery would put an end to all trifling on Elvira’s part, and that he and she would thus together be able to act the beneficent genii of the whole family.  Even their mother had a sense of relief.  She was very quiet, and moved about softly, like one severely shaken and bruised; but there was a calm in knowing the worst, instead of living in continual vague suspicion.