“Peter,” she said in a whisper, looking back over her shoulder at the door.
“Oh, Peter!” she said again and began to cry--a whimpering noise and her hands shaking so that the candle rocked in its stick.
“Well,” he said more softly, “you'd better put that candle down.”
She put it on the table and then stood beside him, crying pitifully, jerking out little sentences--“I can't bear it.... I don't know what to do.... I can't bear it.”
He got up from his chair and made her sit down on it and then he stood by her and waited until she should recover a little. He felt suddenly strangely tender towards her; she was his mother's sister, she had known his mother all her life and perhaps in her weak silly way she had loved her.
“No, aunt, don't cry.... It will be all right. I too am very unhappy. I have missed so much. If I had only known earlier--”
The poor woman flung little distracted glances at the old man asleep on the other side of the fire-place--
“Oh, dear, I had to come and talk to some one.... I was so frightened upstairs. Your father's there with your mother. He sits looking at her ... and she was always so quiet and good and never did him any harm or indeed any one ... and now he sits looking at her--but she's happy now--he will be coming downstairs at any moment and I am afraid of what he'll do if he sees me talking to you like this. But I feel as though I must talk a little ... it's so quiet.”
“It's all right, aunt. There's no one to be frightened of. I am very unhappy too. I'd like to talk about her to you.”
“No, no--your poor mother--I mustn't say anything. They'll be down upon me if I say anything. They're very sharp. He's sitting up with her now.”
Peter drew another chair up close to her and took her thin hand in his. She allowed him to do what he would and seemed to have no active knowledge of her surroundings.
“We'll talk about her,” he said, “often. You shall tell me all about her early life. I want to know everything.”
“Oh, no. I'm going away. Directly after the funeral. Directly after the funeral I'm going away.”
Suddenly this frightened him. Was he to be left here entirely alone with his father and grandfather?
“Oh, yes--your Uncle Jeremy will come for the funeral. I shall go away with him afterwards. I don't like your Aunt Agatha, but they always said I could come to them when your mother died. I don't like your Aunt Agatha but she means to be kind. Oh! I couldn't stay here after all that has happened. I was only staying for your mother's sake and I'm sure I've never gone to bed without wondering what would happen before the morning--Oh, yes, your Uncle Jeremy's coming and I shall go away with him after the funeral. I don't like your Aunt Agatha but I couldn't stay after all that has happened.”