"There, there, it"s all right. Anyone can see you eat nothing. You are all skin and bone. d.i.c.ky, come here, sir. Your new governess will be here in ten minutes."
"In ten minutes!" screeched Mrs. Darrow, bounding from the sofa with more energy than might have been expected. "She can"t--she mustn"t. I"m not ready to receive her. Oh, Uncle Barton!"--the irrepressible feminine curiosity would out--"what is she like?"
"Very ugly, small, dark-haired, dark-skinned."
"I knew it I knew you would choose an ugly woman!"
Barton chuckled.
"Only as a foil to yourself, my dear. Now then, d.i.c.ky, what is the matter?"
"I don"t like an ugly governess," whimpered d.i.c.ky. "Can"t Hilda teach me?"
"I don"t know about that, d.i.c.k. If beauty is the essential factor in your teacher, then certainly Miss Marsh is more than qualified. What do you say, Miss Marsh? Will you undertake this young gentleman"s education?"
Hilda shook her head, and laughed herself into a pretty state of confusion. It certainly became her.
"I"m not clever enough," said she, wincing under Barton"s regard.
"H"m. That"s a pity, otherwise you might have had this fifty pounds a year."
"What?" screamed Mrs. Darrow, "do you intend to give this creature fifty pounds?"
"Why not? She"s worth it."
"Who is she?"
"d.i.c.ky"s governess--Miss Crane."
"But who is she?--where does she come from?"
"London. You had better make further inquiries of her in person, for there"s the fly driving up to the gate."
Dignity, or rather her exhibition of it, prevented Mrs. Darrow rushing to the window. She seated herself like a queen on the sofa, and spread out her sable skirts, so as to receive the ugly governess with the true keep-your-distance hospitality of the British matron. At the same time she remonstrated with Uncle Barton for his rash and unnecessary generosity.
"If you gave her twenty pounds a year it would be more than enough," she said snappishly. "I could do well with the other thirty."
"No doubt. But you don"t teach d.i.c.ky, you see."
"I"m his mother."
"So I believe. But you don"t want me to pay you for that, I suppose?
Well, here is my Gorgon."
Hilda remained to see the new governess. Like Mrs. Darrow, she was devoured by curiosity; centred on this occasion solely upon the new-comer"s physical attractions--or lack of them. It was quite possible of course that this creature might be better looking than Mr. Barton"s eyes could judge. With Mrs. Darrow she continually glanced towards the door, and Barton chuckled. As his chuckle was invariably a prelude to something disagreeable, even Mrs. Darrow felt uneasy at the sound.
Outside, in the narrow pa.s.sage, could be heard voices, and the b.u.mping of heavy luggage being got in. Then the door opened, and the little maid-servant announced, "Miss Crane." Immediately afterwards the new governess entered the room.
"Why, she"s pretty!" cried d.i.c.ky in surprise.
Barton led Miriam to the throne whereon, bitterly disappointed, Mrs.
Darrow sat in state.
"Julia, this is Miss Miriam Crane. Miss Crane, my niece, Mrs. Dacre Darrow."
The widow gave her hand and murmured some commonplace; but from that moment she hated Miriam with all the fervour her petty nature was capable of. Barton looked at the three women taking stock of each other, and chuckled again.
CHAPTER II.
A RED RAG TO A BULL.
Miriam, having been thus formally introduced into the parish of Lesser Thorpe by no less a personage than the lord of the manor himself, speedily settled down to her official duties in Pine Cottage. The cottage was typical of its kind--a very fairy cottage, a jumble of angles and gables, cas.e.m.e.nts and rusticity, with a thatched roof, and walls overgrown with roses. Now, in the month of June, the roses were in full bloom, and the place was brilliant with them. It lay a short distance off the village road, half clasped to the breast of the pine forest, whence it took its name. The little garden a-bloom in front was encircled by a white paling fence and a quickset hedge. At the back an orchard of apple and plum trees stretched until it seemed to lose itself in the woods beyond. A charming Arcadian place it was, for which, be it remembered, Mrs. Darrow paid no rent. Yet she continually grumbled at being compelled to live in it.
"I ought to be in my proper place at the Manor House," she confided to Miss Crane, "but Uncle Barton is so selfish; don"t you think so?"
"Really," replied Miriam, knowing that all she said would be repeated by this she-Judas, "I don"t know, my acquaintance with Mr. Barton is so slight."
"Where did you meet him?"
"In London, at a governess" inst.i.tution at Kensington. He inquired for someone to teach your son, Mrs. Darrow, and as I seemed likely to suit him, he engaged me."
It will be noticed that Miriam suppressed Waterloo Bridge, the Pitt Hotel, and Mrs. Perks. This was by Barton"s express desire, and indeed by her own; for she had no wish to reveal her past to Mrs. Darrow, who, as she had quickly perceived, bore her no love. Indeed, the widow was at no great pains to conceal her dislike for Miriam. She was horribly jealous of her, notwithstanding her expressed opinion that no woman with red hair could be considered even pa.s.sable. She feared her, too, because she judged her to be a spy of Uncle Barton"s; and, moreover, in her own mind she was distinctly conscious of an existent air of mystery about the governess which she was in no way able to explain. On her part, Miriam rarely referred to the past, in spite of Mrs. Darrow"s hints in that direction, and her reticence in this respect only put that lady the more on the alert. She had already made up her mind that Miriam was an adventuress, and watched her, constantly hoping that in some way she would commit herself. But Miss Crane was too discreet for that. She paid strict attention to her duties, made herself in every way agreeable, and soon became popular in the parish. The discovery that she possessed a contralto voice of excellent quality, coupled with musical accomplishment far before that of anyone else in Lesser Thorpe, did nothing to lessen her popularity, whereat Mrs. Darrow of course hated her more than ever. In all the world there is nothing so consistently relentless as the hatred of a petty-minded vain woman. In her own estimation Mrs. Darrow was a truly n.o.ble creature, but then her introspection was notoriously short-sighted, and was invariably made through the medium of rose-coloured spectacles. She admitted to herself that she detested Miriam, and the stronger her detestation became, the more she smiled.
With d.i.c.ky, the new governess speedily made friends. He was an impressionable lad, and was at once attracted by her beauty and fascinated by the music of her voice. He became her slave, much to the disgust of his mother, who thought that no one should be loved or admired but herself. On all possible occasions she thwarted Miriam"s wise regulations for the boy"s comfort and health; but an appeal to Uncle Barton soon put this right. Mrs. Darrow was inclined to rebel, and but that her cynical relative held the purse, would most a.s.suredly have done so. When Mr. Barton intimated that Miriam was to have full control of the boy, the widow grumbled and wept copiously. Such an opportunity for hysterical display was not likely to pa.s.s her. But eventually she gave in, and extorted from the old man a new dress in recompense for her submission. She promised not to interfere with d.i.c.ky"s education, but entered a protest against Miss Crane"s mode of action. In a word she was as spiteful as she dared be, but not knowing exactly on what footing Miriam stood with Barton, she judged it wiser to keep her venomous tongue within bounds.
"Of course Miss Crane is very clever, Uncle Barton, but----" she began tentatively.
"She ought to be clever," interrupted the old man. "I don"t pay her a pound a week for nothing. Go on, Julia, but what----?"
"She is too severe; she starves the child. The poor boy is allowed no tea, very little meat, and not even a biscuit between meals. She insists upon his taking cold baths, although he is far too delicate for them; and every day she nearly walks him off his feet. Then she won"t teach him his lessons in the schoolroom, but is ridiculous enough to make him read to her in the garden."
"What a mistaken _regime_, Julia, yet under it d.i.c.ky is growing and improving every day. Any other complaints?"
"She doesn"t make him study enough."
"Ah, she teaches him from the book of nature you see, and so relieves his congested brain--quite right. I don"t believe in cramming a delicate lad like that. You let him read what he liked, Julia, and the poor little chap was positively getting literary indigestion."
"Well, at all events, I don"t approve of Miss Crane."
"I never thought you would."
"She dresses ridiculously--quite above her station."
"Oh, but you see, she is a pretty woman, eh?"