"No," was the short reply.
"But there is no harm in having brought it; is there, Cornelius?"
"None, save that you have burdened yourself uselessly: give it to me."
"May I not look at it?"
"You may, but you will find nothing new."
This was not strictly correct; I at once detected and pointed out to Cornelius several sketches new to me, and, though he at first denied it, the dates proved me to be in the right.
"You have a good memory," he said, smiling.
"As if it were likely I should forget any of your drawings or sketches!
But why is not that last one of the two boys finished? it looks so pretty."
"It would have been a nice little thing," he replied, looking at it with regret, "and I had bribed them into sitting so quietly, but Miriam said they were tired, and insisted on my releasing them. I had lured them into the garden. She opened the door, and they scampered off."
"What a shame!" I exclaimed, with a degree of indignation that amused Cornelius; but for all that he shut up the sketch-book, which was no more opened that day. Our walk over, we came home; the evening, warm and summer-like, was pleasantly spent in the garden.
Early on the following morning Cornelius went out to look for the promised work. The first thing he did on coming home was to read the letter that lay waiting for him on the breakfast-table; when that was done he condescended to sit down and eat. Kate asked if he had succeeded in accomplishing his errand.
"No, indeed," he replied, with evident irritation. "Mr. Redmond was not even at home. I shall have the pleasure of another journey. Oh! Kate, I am sick of it!"
He sighed profoundly, then took up his letter, and went upstairs.
"Yes, yes, go and write," muttered Kate as the door closed upon him, "lose your time, waste your days, that is just what she wants. Midge, will you never leave off that habit of looking and listening? go upstairs, only do not talk to Cornelius whilst he is writing, or he will fly out: I warn you."
I obeyed. I went up to the studio, entered softly, and closed the door very gently: yet Cornelius heard me, for he looked up at once from his writing.
"My dear," he said, "there will be neither painting nor drawing to-day."
"Am I in the way, Cornelius?"
"No, but you will have to stay quiet, and when I have done writing I shall go to town again."
I accepted the conditions, and obeyed them so scrupulously that I did not once open my lips until Cornelius, turning round and looking at me as I lay on the couch, asked if I did not feel tired. I replied, I did not mind, and was his letter finished?
"I have only a few lines more to add," he answered.
The few lines must have been pages, they took so long to indite. The little studio was burning hot; Cornelius was too much absorbed to be conscious of this, but I felt faint and drowsy. I drew myself up on the couch, laid my head on the cushion, looked at him as he bent with unwearied ardour over his desk, then closed my eyes and fell asleep to the sound of his pen still zealously running along the paper.
I know not how long I slept; I was partly awakened by a sound of whispering voices.
"The dinner will be ruined," said Kate.
"What is a dinner in comparison with a drawing?"
"I don't know--and don't care; a cook has no feelings."
"Another hour."
"Do you want to make yourself and the child ill?"
"I never know what hunger is whilst I am at work; and how can Daisy feel the fasting whilst she sleeps? As soon as she wakens, I leave off."
"Leave off now and finish to-morrow."
"Oh, Kate! is it possible you do not see how very charming that attitude is? I should never have hit on anything half so graceful or so picturesque. The least movement on her part might spoil it."
"I fancy I saw her stir."
"I hope not," he replied hastily. I heard him approach; he bent over me, for I felt his breath on my face, but I kept my eyes closed, and never moved. Cornelius turned away, and whispering to his sister that there never had been a deeper slumber, he begged of her to leave him. She yielded, and I heard him securing himself against further intrusion by locking the door, before he returned to his interrupted task.
It was well for me that I had so long been accustomed to sitting, or I could not have borne the hour that followed. Even as it was, I felt as if Cornelius would never have done. At length he came up to me, took my hand, and called me. I opened my eyes, and saw him standing by the couch, and smiling down at me.
"Why," he said gaily, "you are as bad as the sleeping beauty."
I did not reply, but rose--he little guessed with how much pleasure. He showed me the sketch he had been taking of me, and asked what I thought of it. I could not answer; I felt so giddy and faint.
"You are still half asleep," he observed, impatiently, "or you would see at once I have not done anything half so good this long time."
He held it out at arm's length, looked at it admiringly, then laid it by, and went downstairs. I followed, but kept somewhat in the rear. I feared both the keen eyes and the direct questions of Kate. Her first indignant words, as we sat down to dinner, were--
"I am astonished, Cornelius, at your cruelty; the poor child is pale with fasting."
"Indeed, Kate, I had to waken her."
"Nonsense!"
"Yes, it is peculiar," he quietly replied; "I hope it is not a bad symptom."
"A symptom indeed, as if I could believe in it! Why, she has been imposing on you; look at her--guilty little thing!"
Cornelius laid down his knife and fork to give me an astonished look.
"Deceitful girl!" exclaimed Kate, quite sharply; "how dare you do such a thing--to go and impose on Cornelius!--for shame!"
She lectured me on the text with some severity.
Cornelius never said to me one word of blame or approbation.
"I hope," gravely observed his sister, when the meal was over, "you will not let that pass, Cornelius. She must not be encouraged in deceit."
"Certainly not; and I have already devised a punishment. Come here, Daisy."
I rose and obeyed.