Diana is a Webnovel created by Susan Warner.
This lightnovel is currently completed.
“For the men and all!”
“Well, _they_ don’t count to live without eatin’, no mor’n I do,” said Mrs. Starling with a short laugh.
“And you did it with one hand!”
“Did you ever know me to stop in anything I had to do, for want of a hand?” said Mrs. Starling scornfully.
No, thought Diana to herself; nor for want of anything else, even though it were right or conscience. Aloud she only said,
“I must go home to baby”–
“You had better, I should think,” her mother broke in.
“Can I do anything for you first?”
“You can see for yourself, there is nothing to do.”
“Shall I come back and stay with you to-night?”
“You had better ask the Dominie.”
“Mother, he _never_ wants me to do anything but just what is right,”
Diana said seriously. Mrs. Starling lifted up her head and gave a curious searching look into her daughter’s face. What was she trying to find?
“That’s one turtle dove,” she said. “And are you another, and always bob your head when he bobs his’n?”
Diana wondered at this speech; it seemed to her, her mother was losing ground even in the matter of language. No thought of irritation crossed her; she was beyond trifles now. She made no answer; she merely bade her mother good-bye, and hurried out. And for a long while the drive was again in silence. Then, when the grey horse was walking up a hill, Diana spoke in a meditative sort of way.
“Basil–you said enjoyment was not the end of life”–
“Did I?” he answered gravely.
“If you didn’t, it was Mother Bartlett. You _do_ say so, I suppose?”
“Yes. It is not the end of life.”
“What is, then?”
“To do the will of G.o.d. And by and by, if not sooner, enjoyment comes that way too, Diana. And when it comes that way, it stays, and lasts.”
“How long?”
“For ever and ever!”
Diana waited a few minutes and then spoke again.
“Basil–I want to consult you.”
“Well, do it.”
“Ought I to leave my mother to live alone, as she is? She is not young now.”
“What would you do?”
“If I knew, Basil, I would like it to do what I _ought_ to do.”
“Would you take her to live with you?”
“If you would?–and she would.”
Basil put his arm round his wife and bent down and kissed her. He would not have done it if he could have guessed how she shrank.
“If you will take life on those terms,” he said, “then it will be true for you, that ‘sorrow may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.'”
It will be the morning of the resurrection, then, thought Diana; but she only replied,
“What ‘terms,’ Basil, do you mean?”
“Doing the Lord’s will. His will is always good, Diana, and brings sweet fruit; only you must wait till the fruit is ripe, my child.”
“Then what about mother?”
“I do not believe she would come to us.”
“Nor I. Suppose she would let us come to her?”
“Then I would go,–if you wished it.”
“I don’t wish it, Basil. I was thinking, if I could bear it? But the thought will not out of my head, that she ought not to be alone.”
“Then do what is in thine heart,” the minister said cheerfully.
CHAPTER x.x.xI.
A JUNE DAY.
Mrs. Starling hesitated, when Diana proposed her plan; she would think of it, she said. But when she began to think of it, the attractions were found irresistible. To have her grandchild in the house beside her, perhaps with a vague thought of making up to her daughter in some unexplained way for the wrong she had done; at any rate, to have voices and life in the house again, instead of the bare silence; voices of people that belonged to her own blood; Mrs. Starling found that she could not give up the idea, once it got into her head. Then she objected that the house was too small.
The minister said he would put up an addition of a couple of rooms for himself and Diana, and Diana’s old room could serve as a nursery.
Who wants a nursery? Mrs. Starling demanded. Her idea of a nursery was the whole house and all out of doors. The minister laughed and said that was not _his_ idea; and Mrs. Starling was fain to let it pa.s.s. She was human, though she was not a good woman; and Diana’s proposal to come back to her had, though she would never allow it even to herself, touched both her heart and her conscience. Somewhere very deep down and out of sight, nevertheless it was true; and it was true that she had been very lonely; and she let the minister have his own way, undisputed, about the building.
The carpenters were set to work at once, and at home Diana quietly made preparations for a removal in the course of a few months. She buried herself in business as much as ever she could, to still thought and keep her nerves quiet; for constantly, daily and nightly now, the image of Evan was before her, and the possibility that he might any day present himself in very flesh and blood. No precautions were of any avail; if he chose to seek her out, Diana could not escape him unless by leaving Pleasant Valley; and that was not possible. Would he come?