When Lady Caroline drove away from Gwynne Street, Janetta was left by the tumble-down iron gate with her father, in whose hand she had laid both her own. He looked at her interrogatively, smiled a little and said--"Well, my dear?" with a softening of his whole face which made him positively beautiful in Janetta"s eyes.
"Dear, dearest father!" said the girl, with an irrepressible little sob.
"I am so glad to see you again!"
"Come in, my dear," said Mr. Colwyn, who was not an emotional man, although a sympathetic one. "We have been expecting you all day. We did not think that they would keep you so long at the Court."
"I"ll tell you all about it when I get in," said Janetta, trying to speak cheerily, with an instinctive remembrance of the demands usually made upon her fort.i.tude in her own home. "Is mamma in?" She always spoke of the present Mrs. Colwyn, as "mamma," to distinguish her from her own mother. "I don"t see any of the children."
"Frightened away by the grand carriage, I expect," said Mr. Colwyn, with a grim smile. "I see a head or two at the window. Here, Joey, Georgie, Tiny--where are you all? Come and help to carry your sister"s things upstairs." He went to the front door and called again; whereupon a side door opened, and from it issued a slip-shod, untidy-looking woman in a shawl, while over her shoulder and under her arm appeared a little troop of children in various stages of growth and untidiness. Mrs.
Colwyn had the peculiarity of never being ready for any engagement, much less for any emergency: she had been expecting Janetta all day, and with Janetta some of the Court party; but she was nevertheless in a state of semi-undress, which she tried to conceal underneath her shawl; and on the first intimation of the approach of Lady Caroline"s carriage she had shut herself and the children into a back room, and declared her intention of fainting on the spot if Lady Caroline entered the front door.
"Well, Janetta," she said, as she advanced towards her stepdaughter and presented one faded cheek to be kissed, "so your grand friends have brought you home! Of course they wouldn"t come in; I did not expect them, I am sure. Come into the front room--and children, don"t crowd so; your sister will speak to you by-and-bye."
"Oh, no, let me kiss them now," said Janetta, who was receiving a series of affectionate hugs that went far to blind her eyes to the general deficiency of orderliness and beauty in the house to which she had come.
"Oh, darlings, I am so glad to see you again! Joey, how you have grown!
And Tiny isn"t Tiny any longer! Georgie, you have been plaiting your hair! And here are Curly and Jinks! But where is Nora?"
"Upstairs, curling her hair," shouted the child who was known by the name of Jinks. While Georgie, a well-grown girl of thirteen, added in a lower tone,
"She would not come down until the Court people had gone. She said _she_ didn"t want to be patronized."
Janetta colored, and turned away. Meanwhile Mrs. Colwyn had dropped into the nearest arm-chair, and Mr. Colwyn strayed in and out of the room with the expression of a dog that has lost its master. Georgie hung upon Janetta"s arm, and the younger children either clung to their elder sister, or stared at her with round eyes and their fingers in their mouths. Janetta felt uncomfortably conscious of being more than usually interesting to them all. Joe, the eldest boy, a dusty lad of fourteen, all legs and arms, favored her with a broad grin expressive of delight, which his sister did not understand. It was Tiny, the most gentle and delicate of the tribe, who let in a little light on the subject.
"Did they send you away from school for being naughty?" she asked, with a grave look into Janetta"s face.
A chuckle from Joey, and a giggle from Georgie, were instantly repressed by Mr. Colwyn"s frown and Mrs. Colwyn"s acid remonstrance.
"What are you thinking of, children? Sister is never naughty. We do not yet quite understand why she has left Miss Polehampton"s so suddenly, but of course she has some good reason. She"ll explain it, no doubt, to her papa and me. Miss Polehampton has been a great deal put out about it all, and has written a long letter to your papa, Janetta; and, indeed, it seems to _me_ as if it would have been more becoming if you had kept to your own place and not tried to make friends with those above you----"
"Who are those above her, I should like to know?" broke in the grey-haired surgeon with some heat. "My Janet"s as good as the best of them any day. The Adairs are not such grand people as Miss Polehampton makes out--I never heard of such insulting distinctions!"
"Fancy Janetta being sent away--regularly expelled!" muttered Joey, with another chuckle.
"You are very unkind to talk in that way!" said Janetta, addressing him, because at that moment she could not bear to look at Mr. Colwyn. "It was not _that_ that made Miss Polehampton angry. It was what she called insubordination. Miss Adair did not like to see me having meals at a side-table--though I didn"t mind one single bit!--and she left her own place and sat by me--and then Miss Polehampton was vexed--and everything followed naturally. It was not just my being friends with Miss Adair that made her send me away."
"It seems to me," said Mr. Colwyn, "that Miss Adair was very inconsiderate."
"It was all her love and friendship, father," pleaded Janetta. "And she had always had her own way; and of course she did not think that Miss Polehampton really meant----"
Her weak little excuses were cut short by a scornful laugh from her stepmother.
"It"s easy to see that you have been made a cat"s-paw of, Janetta," she said. "Miss Adair was tired of school, and took the opportunity of making a to-do about you, so as to provoke the schoolmistress and get sent away. It does not matter to her, of course: _she_ hasn"t got her living to earn. And if you lose your teaching, and Miss Polehampton"s recommendations by it, it doesn"t affect her. Oh, I understand these fine ladies and their ways."
"Indeed," said Janetta, in distress, "you quite misunderstand Miss Adair, mamma. Besides, it has not deprived me of my teaching: Miss Polehampton had told me that I might go to her sister"s school at Worthing if I liked; and she only let me go yesterday because she became irritated at--at--some of the things that were said----"
"Yes, but I shall not let you go to Worthing," said Mr. Colwyn, with sudden decisiveness. "You shall not be exposed to insolence of this kind any longer. Miss Polehampton had no right to treat you as she did, and I shall write and tell her so."
"And if Janetta stays at home," said his wife complainingly, "what is to become of her career as a music-teacher? She can"t get lessons here, and there"s the expense----"
"I hope I can afford to keep my daughter as long as I am alive," said Mr. Colwyn with some vehemence. "There, don"t be vexed, my dear child,"
and he laid his hand tenderly on Janetta"s shoulder, "n.o.body blames you; and your friend erred perhaps from over-affection; but Miss Polehampton"--with energy--"is a vulgar, self-seeking, foolish old woman, and I won"t have you enter into relations with her again."
And then he left the room, and Janetta, forcing back the tears in her eyes, did her best to smile when Georgie and Tiny hugged her simultaneously and Jinks beat a tattoo upon her knee.
"Well," said Mrs. Colwyn, lugubriously, "I hope everything will turn out for the best; but it is not at all nice, Janetta, to think that Miss Adair has been expelled for your sake, or that you are thrown out of work without a character, so to speak. I should think the Adairs would see that, and would make some compensation. If they don"t offer to do so, your papa might suggest it----"
"I"m sure father would never suggest anything of the kind," Janetta flashed out; but before Mrs. Colwyn could protest, a diversion was effected by the entrance of the missing Nora, and all discussion was postponed to a more fitting moment.
For to look at Nora was to forget discussion. She was the eldest of the second Mrs. Colwyn"s children--a girl just seventeen, taller than Janetta and thinner, with the thinness of immature girlhood, but with a fair skin and a mop of golden-brown hair, which curled so naturally that her younger brother"s statement concerning those fair locks must surely have been a libel. She had a vivacious, narrow, little face, with large eyes like a child"s--that is to say, they had the transparent look that one sees in some children"s eyes, as if the color had been laid on in a single wash without any shadows. They were very pretty eyes, and gave light and expression to a set of rather small features, which might have been insignificant if they had belonged to an insignificant person. But Nora Colwyn was anything but insignificant.
"Have your fine friends gone?" she said, peeping into the room in pretended alarm. "Then I may come in. How are you, Janetta, after your sojourn in the halls of dazzling light?"
"Don"t be absurd, Nora," said her sister, with a sudden backward dart of remembrance to the tranquil beauty of the rooms at Helmsley Court and the silver accents of Lady Caroline. "Why didn"t you come down before?"
"My dear, I thought the n.o.bility and gentry were blocking the door,"
said Nora, kissing her. "But since they are gone, you might as well come upstairs with me and take off your things. Then we can have tea."
Obediently Janetta followed her sister to the little room which they always shared when Janetta was at home. It might have looked very bare and desolate to ordinary eyes, but the girl felt the thrill of pleasure that all young creatures feel to anything that bears the name of home, and became aware of a satisfaction such as she had not experienced in her luxurious bedroom at Helmsley Court. Nora helped her to take off her hat and cloak, and to unpack her box, insisting meanwhile on a detailed relation of all the events that had led to Janetta"s return three weeks before the end of the term, and shrieking with laughter over what she called "Miss Poley"s defeat."
"But, seriously, Nora, what shall I do with myself, if father will not let me go to Worthing?"
"Teach the children at home," said Nora, briskly; "and save me the trouble of looking after them. I should like that. Or get some pupils in the town. Surely the Adairs will recommend you!"
This constant reference to possible aid from the Adairs troubled Janetta not a little, and it was with some notion of combatting the idea that she repaired to the surgery after tea, in order to get a few words on the subject with her father. But his first remark was on quite a different matter.
"Here"s a pretty kettle of fish, Janet! The Brands are back again!"
"So I heard you say to Lady Caroline."
"Mark Brand was a cousin of your mother"s," said Mr. Colwyn, abruptly; "and a bad lot. As for these sons of his, I know nothing about them--absolutely nothing. But their mother----" he shook his head significantly.
"We saw them to day," said Janetta.
"Ah, an accident of that kind would be a shock to her: she does not look strong. They wrote to me from the "Clown," where they had stayed for the last two days; some question relative to the drainage of Brand Hall. I went to the "Crown" and saw them. He"s a fine-looking man."
"He has not altogether a pleasant expression," remarked Janetta, thinking of Lady Caroline"s strictures; "but I--liked--his face."
"He looks ill-tempered," said her father. "And I can"t say that he showed me much civility. He did not even know that your poor mother was dead. Never asked whether she had left any family or anything."
"Did you tell him?" asked Janetta, after a pause.
"No. I did not think it worth while. I am not anxious to cultivate his acquaintance."
"After all, what does it matter?" said the girl coaxingly, for she thought she saw a shadow of disappointment upon his face.
"No, what does it matter?" said her father, brightening up at once. "As long as we are happy with each other, these outside people need not disturb us, need they?"
"Not a bit," said Janetta. "And--you are not angry with me, are you, father, dear?"