Age, twine thy brows with fresh spring flowers,
And call a train of laughing hours;
And bid them dance, and bid them sing: 
And thou, too, mingle in the ring. 

                                                      WORDSWORTH

The 12th of January was the last day before James and Louis meant to return to Oxford, Jem taking Clara on from thence to school.  It was to be the farewell to Christmas ­one much enjoyed in Dynevor Terrace.  Fitzjocelyn’s absence was almost a relief to Clara; she could not make up her mind to see him till she could hope their last encounter had been forgotten; and in the mean time, her anticipations were fixed on the great 12th.  She was aware of what the entertainment would consist, but was in honour bound to conceal her knowledge from Virginia and Louisa, who on their side affected great excitement and curiosity, and made every ostentation of guessing and peeping.  Gifts were smuggled into the house from every quarter ­some to take their chance, some directed with mottoes droll or affectionate.  Clara prepared a few trifles, in which she showed that school had done something for her fingers, and committed her little parcels to her brother’s care; and Miss Mercy was the happiest of all, continually knocking at the locked door of the back drawing-room with gilded fir cones, painted banners, or moss birds’-nests, from Miss Salome.

Miss King and Isabel had undertaken the main business.  When roused from her pensive stillness, Isabel could be very eager, active, and animated; and she worked with the exhilaration that she could freely enjoy when unrestrained by perceiving that she was wanted to produce an effect.  What woman’s height and hand could not perform fell to the share of James, who, with his step-ladder and dexterous hands, was invaluable.  Merrily, merrily did the three work, laughing over their suspended bonbons, their droll contrivances, or predicting the adaptations of their gifts; and more and more gay was the laugh, the tutor more piquant, the governess more keen and clever, the young lady more vivacious, as the twilight darkened, and the tree became more laden, and the streamers and glass balls produced a more brilliant effect.

Proudly, when the task was accomplished, did they contemplate their work, and predict the aspect of their tinsel and frippery when duly lighted up.  Then, as they dispersed to dress, James ran home, and hastily tapped at his sister’s door.

‘What is the matter?’ she cried.  ‘Have the tassels come off my purse?’

‘Nothing of the kind, but ­’ he came quite in, and looked round restlessly, then hastily said, ‘You gave me nothing for Miss Conway.’

‘I wished it very much,’ said Clara, ’but I could not bear to do anything trumpery for her.  Oh, if one could give her anything worth having!’

’Clara, I had thought ­but I did not know if you would like to part with it ­’

‘I had thought of it too,’ said Clara; ’but I thought you would not like it to be given away.’

Pulling out a drawer, she opened an odd little box of queer curiosities, whence she took a case containing an exquisite ivory carving, a copy of the ‘Madonna della Sedia,’ so fine that a magnifier alone could fully reveal the delicacy and accuracy of the features and expression.  It was mounted as a bracelet clasp, and was a remnant of poor Mr. Dynevor’s treasures.  It had been given to Mrs. Henry Frost, and had descended to her daughter.

‘Should you be willing?’ wistfully asked James.

’That I should!  I have longed to give her what she would really care for.  She has been so very kind ­and her kindness is so very sweet in its graciousness!  I shall always be the happier for the very thinking of it.’

‘I am glad ­’ began Jem, warmly; but, breaking off, he added ­’This would make us all more comfortable.  It would lessen the weight of obligation, and that would be satisfactory to you.’

’I don’t know.  I like people to be so kind, that I can’t feel as if I would pay them off, but as if I could do nothing but love them.’

‘You did not imagine that I rate this as repayment!’

‘Oh! no, no!’

‘No! it is rather that nothing can be too precious ­’ then pausing ­’You are sure you are willing, Clary?’

’Only too glad.  I like it to be something valuable to us as well as in itself.  If I only had a bit of black velvet, I could set it up.’

In ten minutes, Jem had speeded to a shop and back again, and stood by as Clara stitched the clasp to the ribbon velvet; while there was an amicable dispute, he insisting that the envelope should bear only the initials of the true donor, and she maintaining that ’he gave the black velvet.’  She had her way, and wrote, ’From her grateful C. F. D. and J. R. F. D.;’ and as James took the little packet, he thanked her with an affectionate kiss ­a thing so unprecedented at an irregular hour, that Clara’s heart leapt up, and she felt rewarded for any semblance of sacrifice.

He told his grandmother that he had agreed with his sister that they could do no otherwise than present the ivory clasp; and Mrs. Frost, who had no specially tender associations with it, was satisfied to find that they had anything worth offering on equal terms.

She was to be of the party, and setting forth, they, found the House Beautiful upside down ­even the Faithfull parlour devoted to shawls and bonnets, and the two good old sisters in the drawing-room; Miss Salome, under the protection of little Louisa, in an easy chair, opposite the folding doors.  Small children were clustered in shy groups round their respective keepers.  Lady Conway was receiving her guests with the smile so engaging at first sight, Isabel moving from one to the other with stately grace and courtesy, Virginia watching for Clara, and both becoming merged in a mass of white skirts and glossy heads, occupying a wide area.  Mrs. Frost was rapturously surrounded by half-a-dozen young men, Sydney Calcott foremost, former pupils enchanted to see her, and keeping possession of her all the rest of the evening.  She was a dangerous person to invite, for the Northwold youth had no eyes but for her.

The children were presently taken down to tea in the dining-room by Miss King and Miss Mercy; and presently a chorus of little voices and peals of laughter broke out, confirming the fact, whispered by Delaford to his lady, that Lord Fitzjocelyn had arrived, and had joined the downstairs party.

While coffee went round in the drawing-room, Isabel glided out to perform the lighting process.

‘Oh, Mr. Dynevor!’ she exclaimed, finding him at her side, ’I did not mean to call you away.’

‘Mere unreason to think of the performance alone,’ said James, setting up his trusty ladder.  ‘What would become of that black lace?’

‘Thank you, it may be safer and quicker.’

‘So far the evening is most successful,’ said Jem, lighting above as she lighted below.

’That it is!  I like Northwold better than any place I have been in since I left Thornton Conway.  There is so much more heartiness and friendliness here than in ordinary society.

‘I think Fitzjocelyn’s open sympathies have conduced ­’

Isabel laughed, and he checked himself, disconcerted.

‘I beg your pardon,’ she said; ’I was amused at the force of habit.  If I were to say the Terrace chimneys did not smoke, you would say it was Lord Fitzjocelyn’s doing.’

‘Do not bid me do otherwise than keep him in mind.’

Down fell the highest candle:  the hot wax dropping on Isabel’s arm caused her to exclaim, bringing Jem down in horror, crying, ’I have hurt you! you are burnt!’

‘Oh no, only startled.  There is no harm done, you see,’ as she cracked away the cooled wax ­’not even a mark to remind me of this happy Christmas.’

‘And it has been a happy Christmas to you,’ he said, remounting.

’Most happy.  Nothing has been so peaceful or satisfactory in my wandering life.’

‘Shall I find you here at Easter?’

’I fear not.  Mamma likes to be in London early; but perhaps she may leave the school-room party here, as Louisa is gaining so much ground, and that would be a pledge of our return.’

‘Too much joy,’ said James, almost inaudibly.

‘I hope Walter may spend his holidays here,’ she pursued.  ’It is a great thing for him to be with any one who can put a few right notions into his head.’

Jem abstained from, as usual, proposing Fitzjocelyn for his example, but only said that Walter was very susceptible of good impressions.

‘And most heartily we thank you for all you have done for him,’ said Isabel, doubting whether Walter’s mother appreciated the full extent of it; ’indeed, we have all a great deal to thank you for.  I hope my sisters and I may be the better all our lives for the helps and explanations you have given to us.  Is that the last candle?  How beautiful!  We must open.’

‘Miss Conway ­’

’Yes’ ­she paused with her hand on the key.

‘No, no ­do not wait,’ taking the key himself.  ’Yet ­yes, I must ­I must thank you for such words ­’

‘My words?’ said Isabel, smiling.  ’For thanking you, or being happy here?’

’Both! both!  Those words will be my never-failing charm.  You little guess how I shall live on the remembrance.  Oh, if I could only convey to you what feelings you have excited ­’

The words broke from him as if beyond his control, and under the pressing need of not wasting the tapers, he instinctively unlocked the door as he spoke, and cut himself short by turning the handle, perhaps without knowing what he was about.

Instantly Lady Conway and Miss King each pushed a folding leaf, Isabel and James drew back on either side, and the spectators beheld the tall glistening evergreen, illuminated with countless little spires of light, glancing out among the dark leaves, and reflected from the gilt fir-cones, glass balls, and brilliant toys.

‘Sister! sister!’ cried Miss Mercy, standing by Miss Faithfull’s chair, in the rear of the throng, and seizing her hand in ecstasy; ’it is like a dream! like what we have read of!  Oh, the dear little children!  So very kind of Lady Conway!  Could you have imagined ?’ She quite gasped.

’It is very pretty, but it was a nicer Christmas-tree last year at Lady Runnymede’s,’ said Louisa, with the air of a critic.  ’There we had coloured lamps.’

‘Little fastidious puss!’ said Louis, ’I thought you keeping in the background out of politeness; but I see you are only blasee with Christmas-trees.  I pity you!  I could no more be critical at such a moment than I could analyse the jewels in Aladdin’s cave.’

’Oh, if you and Miss Faithfull talk, Cousin Fitzjocelyn, you will make it seem quite new.’

‘You will deride the freshness of our simplicity,’ said Louis, but presently added, ’Miss Salome, have we not awakened to the enchanted land?  Did ever mortal tree bear stars of living flame?  Here are realized the fabled apples of gold ­nay, the fir-cones of Nineveh, the jewel-fruits of Eastern story, depend from the same bough.  Yonder lamps shine by fairy spell.’

‘Now, Cousin Fitzjocelyn, do you think I suppose you so silly ­’

’Soft!  The Dryad of the Enchanted Bower advances.  Her floating robes, her holly crown, beseem her queenly charms.’

‘As if you did not know that it is only Isabel!’

’Only!  May the word be forgiven to a sister!  Isabel!  The name is all-expressive.’

‘She is looking even more lovely than usual,’ said Miss Faithfull.  ’I never saw such a countenance.’

‘She has a colour to-night,’ added Miss Mercy, ’which does, as you say, make her handsomer than ever.  Dear! dear!  I hope she is not tired.  I am so sorry I did not help her to light the tree!’

‘I do not think it is fatigue,’ said her sister.  ’I hope it is animation and enjoyment ­all I have ever thought wanting to that sweet face.’

‘You are as bad as my prosaic cousin,’ said Louis, ’disenchanting the magic bower and the wood-nymph into fir, wax, and modern young ladyhood.’

‘There, cousin, it is you who have called her a modern young lady.’

Before Louisa had expressed her indignation, there was a call for her.

‘The Sovereign of the Bower beckons,’ said Louis.  ’Favoured damsel, know how to deserve her smiles.  Fairy gifts remain not with the unworthy.’

As he put her forward, some one made way for her.  It was Mary, and he blushed at perceiving that she must have heard all his rhodomontade.  As if to make amends, he paused, and asked for Mrs. Ponsonby.

‘Much more comfortable to-night, thank you;’ and the pleasant, honest look of her friendly eyes relieved him by not reproaching him.

’I wish she were here.  It is a prettier, more visionary sight than I could have conceived.’

’I wish she could see it; but she feared the crowd.  Many people in a room seem to stifle her.  Is Lord Ormersfield here?’

’No, it would not be his element.  But imagine his having taken to walking with me!  I really think he will miss me.’

‘Really?’ said Mary, amused.

’It is presumptuous; but he does not see well at night, and is not quite broken in to his spectacles.  Mary, I hope you will walk over to see after him.  Nothing would be so good for him as walking you back, and staying to dinner with you.  Go right into the library; he would be greatly pleased.  Can’t you make some book excuse?  And you have the cottages to see.  The people inaugurated the boilers with Christmas puddings.’

‘Mr. Holdsworth told us how pleased they were.  And the Norrises?’

’Mrs. Norris is delighted; she has found a woman to wash, and says it will save her a maid.  The people can get milk now:  I assure you they look more wholesome already!  And Beecher has actually asked for two more houses in emulation.  And Richardson found himself turned over to me!’

‘Oh, that’s right.’

’I’ve been at the plans all the afternoon.  I see how to contrive the fireplace in the back room, that we could not have in the first set, and make them cheaper, too.  My father has really made a point of that old decrepit Hailes being moved from Marksedge; and Mary, he, and Richardson mean Inglewood to be made over to me for good.  I am to put in a bailiff, and do as I can with it ­have the profits or bear the losses.  I think I have an idea ­’

In spite of her willingness to hear the idea, Mary could not help asking, ‘Have you sent off the Police article?’

‘Hush, Mary; it is my prime object to have it well forgotten.’

‘Oh! did not Sir Miles like it?’

’He said it wanted liveliness and anecdote.  So the Santissima Hermandad, and all the extraneous history, were sent to him; and then he was well content, and only wanted me to leave out all the Christian chivalry ­all I cared to say ­’

’You don’t mean not to finish?  Your father was so pleased, Isabel so much struck!  It is a pity ­’

’No, no; you may forgive me, Mary ­it is not pure laziness.  It was mere rubbish, without the point, which was too strong for the two politicians; rubbish, any way.  Don’t tell me to go on with it; it was a mere trial, much better let it die away.  I really have no time; if I don’t mind my own business, I shall be a plucked gosling; and that would go to his, lordship’s heart.  Besides, I must get these plans done.  Do you remember where we got the fire-bricks for the ovens?’

Mary was answering, when Walter came bursting through the crowd.  ’Where is he?  Fitzjocelyn, it is your turn.’

‘Here is a curious specimen for our great naturalist,’ said Mrs. Frost, a glow in her cheeks, and her voice all stifled mirth and mischief.

It was a large nest of moss and horsehair, partly concealed under the lower branches, and containing two huge eggs streaked and spotted with azure and vermilion, and a purple and yellow feather, labelled, ’Dropped by the parent animal in her flight, on the discovery of the nest by the crew of H.M.S.  Flying Dutchman.  North Greenland, April 1st, 1847.  Qu.?  Female of Equus Pegasus.  Respectfully dedicated to the Right Honourable Viscount Fitzjocelyn.’

‘A fine specimen,’ said the Viscount at once, with the air of a connoisseur, by no means taken by surprise.  ’They are not very uncommon; I found one myself about the same date in the justice-room.  I dare say Mr. Calcott recollects the circumstance.’

‘Oh, my dear fellow,’ exclaimed Sydney, instead of his father; ’you need not particularize.  You always were a discoverer in that line.’

‘True,’ said Louis, ’but this is unique.  North Greenland ­ah!  I thought it was from a Frosty country.  Ha, Clara?’

‘Not I; I know nothing of it,’ cried Clara, in hurry and confusion, not yet able to be suspected of taking liberties with him.

‘No?’ said Louis, turning about his acquisition; ’I thought I knew the female that laid these eggs.  The proper name is, I fancy, Glacies Dynevorensis ­var.  Catharina ­perhaps ­’

Walter and Louisa had brought their mother to see the nest, the point of which she comprehended as little as they; and not understanding how much amusement was betokened by her nephew’s gravity, she protested that none of her party had devised it, nor even been privy to it, and that Mr. Dynevor must bear the blame, but he was very busy detaching the prizes from the tree, and hastily denied any concern with it.  Aunt Catharine was obliged to console Lady Conway, and enchant Louis by owning herself the sole culprit, with no aid but Miss Mercy’s.  Together they had disposed the nest in its right locality, as soon as the Earl’s absence was secure.

‘I had not courage for it before him,’ she laughed.  ’As for this fellow, I knew he would esteem it a compliment.’

‘As a tribute to his imagination?’ said Isabel, who, in her mood of benevolence, could be struck with the happy understanding between aunt and nephew revealed by such a joke, so received.

‘It would be a curious research,’ said Louis, ’whether more of these nidifications result from over-imagination or the want of it.’

‘Often from want of imagination, and no want of cowardice,’ said Isabel.

‘That sort of nest has not illuminated eggs like these,’ said Louis.  ’They are generally extremely full of gunpowder, and might be painted with a skull and crossbones.  I say, Clara, has Aunt Kitty considered the consequences?  She has sacrificed her ostrich eggs!  I can never part with these original productions of her genius.’

He exhibited his mare’s nest with his own gay bonhommie to all who were curious, and presently, when every one’s attention had been again recalled to the wonders which Isabel was distributing, and he had turned aside to dispose of his treasure, he heard a sound of soliloquy half aloud, ‘I wonder whether she has it!’ from Clara, who stood a little apart.

‘What?’ asked Louia.

‘My ivory clasp with the Madonna,’ said Clara.  ’Jem and I thought it the only thing worthy of Miss Conway.’

‘Hem!’ said Louis; ’it is not your fault, Clara; but it would be graceful to learn to receive a favour.’

‘A favour, but not a grand thing like this,’ said Clara, showing a beautiful little case of working implements.

‘Hardly worth, even intrinsically, your mother’s bracelet,’ said Louis.  ’But I am not going to talk treason to the family doctrine, though it is very inconvenient to your friends.’

‘Then you think we ought not to have done it?’

‘That depends on what I can’t decide.’

‘What’s that?’

‘Whether you give it out of love or out of pride.’

‘I think we gave it out of one, and excused it by the other.’

’Very satisfactory.  To reward you, here is something for you to do.  I shall never get at Aunt Kitty to-night.  I see the midshipman, young Brewster, will not relinquish her; so will you or will she administer this letter to the Lady of Eachalott?’

‘You don’t mean that is Tom Madison!’ exclaimed Clara.  ’Why, it is like copper-plate.  No more Fitsgoslings!’

’No, indeed!  Is he not a clever fellow?  He has just reached the stage of civilization that breaks out in dictionary words.  I have been, in return, telling him the story of the Irish schoolmaster who puzzled the magistrate’s bench by a petition about a small cornuted animal, meaning a kid.  But I should think it would be very edifying to Charlotte to see herself commemorated as the individual at the Terrace, and his grandfather as his aged relative.  He sends the old man ten shillings this time, for he is promoted.  Don’t you think I may be proud of him?  Is Mary gone home?  She must hear about him.’

As he turned away in search of Mary, Clara felt a soft hand on her shoulder, and Isabel beckoned her to follow into the back drawing-room, where the tree was burnt out and deserted.

‘I may thank you,’ said Isabel, in a low, sweet voice, pressing her hand.

‘And Jem,’ said Clara; ‘he thought of it first.’

’It is the most beautiful Christmas gift; but I do not like for you to part with it, my dear.’

’We both wished it, and grandmamma gave leave.  We longed for you to have something we prized like this, for it belonged to my mamma.  It is Jem’s present too, for he went out and bought the black velvet.’

‘Clasp it on for me, dear Clara.  There!’ and Isabel kissed the fingers which obeyed.  ‘It shall never leave my arm.’

Clara’s face burnt with surprise and pleasure amounting to embarrassment, as Isabel expressed hopes of meeting again, and engaged her to write from school.  She looked for her brother to take his share of thanks; but he was determinately doing his duty in cutting chicken and cake for those who desired supper, and he did not come in their way again till all the guests were gone, and good-night and good-bye were to be said at once.

Lady Conway was warm in expressing her hopes that Walter would enjoy the same advantages another holidays, and told Mr. Dynevor she should write to him.  But Jem made little answer, nothing like a promise.  Clara thought he had become stiff from some unknown affront, perhaps some oppressive present, for he seemed to intend to include all the young ladies in one farewell bow.  But Isabel advanced with outstretched hand and flushing cheek, and her murmured ‘Thank you’ and confiding pressure drew from him such a grasp as could not easily be forgotten.

Clara’s heart was all the lighter because she was sure that Fitzjocelyn had forgiven, and, what was more, forgotten.  She had spoken naturally to him once more, and was ready for anything now ­even though they had missed all confidential discussions upon school.

She gave Charlotte Tom Madison’s letter.  The little maiden took it, and twirled it about rather superciliously.  ’What business had my young Lord,’ she thought, ’to fancy she cared for that poor fellow?  Very likely he was improved, and she was glad of it, but she knew what was genteel now.  Yes, she would read it at once; there was no fear that it would make her soft and foolish ­she had got above that!’