He had lost his mother in early boyhood, and the kind-hearted, affectionate, timid Mrs. Davenant had often dried his boyish tears and held him in her arms. Even now, notwithstanding Jack's wickedness, of which Stephen made the most, her heart went out toward him.
He had not been near her for some months, nearly a year, all through Stephen, and she had almost given him up; but Jack's kiss revived all the old tenderness. And what woman could resist his handsome face and frank, manly way?
"Well, ma'am," he said--and "ma'am" sounded in her ears and in Una's almost like "mother"--"and how are you? And aren't you glad to see me?"
"Yes, Jack," said Mrs. Davenant, nervously.
"Then why do you keep me in the draughty hall for half an hour? Do you want me to catch cold?"
"Half an hour?" murmured Mrs. Davenant. "I'm sure you haven't been there three minutes."
"Two minutes and a half too long," he said, smiling. He was giving Una time to recover herself.
"You never come to see me now, Jack," said Mrs. Davenant, looking up at him sadly.
"And now I do, you keep me outside. Besides, you never ask me. Who's that in the back room, ma'am?"
Mrs. Davenant started; she had almost forgotten Una.
"Oh, it's Miss Rolfe," he said, and then he crossed the room and held out his hand.
Una rose, and without a word put her hand in his, her eyes downcast, lest the love which beamed in them should escape against her will.
"Yes," said Jack, "I have had the pleasure of meeting Miss Rolfe once or twice lately."
Then he turned away from her and began talking to Mrs. Davenant, as if Una were not in the room.
It was just what Una wanted. She felt that she could not speak, and for the present it was happiness enough to have him in the same room with her, and to hear his voice.
And Mrs. Davenant, now that the first shock was over, was glad enough to sit down and listen to the frank, musical voice--so unlike Stephen's measured, modulated tone.
Presently she said in a low, nervous tone:
"About the poor squire? Yes! Never mind. It is all right. No! It's all wrong for me, but all right for Stephen."
"But Stephen doesn't--doesn't want it all," she murmured.
Jack looked another way; he had a different opinion.
"Never mind," he said, "don't let us worry about it--you and I. It's all past and gone, and there's no help for it."