"I hear your voice is a contralto, Miss Crane," said the Major, admiring the contour of her head. "I am so glad; it"s my favourite voice."
"Really, Major?" observed Hilda. "I should have thought you would like something more lively--to me a contralto, no matter how beautiful, is always rather doleful."
"There I can"t agree with you," put in Gerald. "To my thinking the contralto is always full of pathos--it is the voice which goes straight to the heart."
"Now, you too surprise me, Mr. Arkel," replied Hilda, smiling ever so amiably. "I did not think you were so susceptible in the--what is it the doctors call it--the cardiac region?"
"I think you, of all people, should know me better than that," murmured Gerald, bending towards her.
"Nonsense; I admit no such superiority. But hush, let us hear what it is Miss Crane is going to sing to us!"
Ever suspicious at any kindness however trifling on the part of Julia, the Squire had moved up close to the piano, and was keeping a pretty close watch upon her. But Mrs. Darrow was all unconscious of his scrutiny, being too deeply absorbed in the effective lodgment of her bombsh.e.l.l to pay much attention to anything else.
""The Sands of Dee," "The Clang of the Wooden Shoon," "Down the Long Avenue,"" rattled off Mrs. Darrow. Then, with the prettiest air of surprise, "Oh, and here is a comic song!"
"I think you must be mistaken," said Miriam coldly. "I do not sing comic songs."
"Now, now, Miss Crane, you know you are hiding your light under a bushel," cried Mrs. Darrow with horribly artificial mirth. "What"s more, I expect you sing them delightfully. Come now, confess."
Miriam seated there at the piano might in truth have been carved out of marble, so cold and so perfectly calm was she.
"I am sorry to disappoint you, but I don"t sing any songs of that kind at all."
"Oh, but really!" Mrs. Darrow was smoothing out the folio of music; "you can"t say that, in the face of this. Surely this must be yours--"It"s a Funny Little Way I"ve Got!" M. Crane, Frivolity Music Hall!" She handed the sheet over to Miriam.
Barton bit his lip, and began to see at last what she was after. Mrs.
Darrow proceeded.
"Really, Miss Crane, I don"t think I deserved to be so deceived at your hands. You might at least have told me that you were a singer at that cla.s.s of--entertainment."
There was a dead silence. Barton looked daggers, and was in truth somewhat fearful that more of Miriam"s past life than he liked was on the verge of discovery. Major Dundas raised his eyebrows, and Gerald, to conceal his surprise, hastily turned away. With a faint smile Miriam took the music, and looked coldly at Mrs. Darrow.
"I never sang a song in public in my life," she said, "and most certainly I have nothing to do with the Frivolity Music Hall."
"But the name is yours, and, I think, the handwriting too. How do you explain that?"
"The handwriting, as you say, is mine. But the name is not. If you must know, the song belonged to my brother, Michael Crane. He was very fond of the Frivolity Music Hall. He heard the song there, and bought it to sing himself. He was quite absurd in his liking for that cla.s.s of thing, and really sang songs of the kind remarkably well--so much so that I often used to say he would end by becoming a music-hall singer. I happened to write his name upon this song, and I added "The Frivolity Music Hall" simply by way of a joke. I little thought when I did so that it would be the means of placing me in my present position. I can only say that it is one I don"t appreciate in the least."
Thus did Mrs. Darrow"s bombsh.e.l.l burst with but little real result--so little that the lady could but with difficulty conceal her disappointment. She was ready to discredit Miriam"s explanation altogether, but Barton, delighted at her discomfiture, put an end to that.
"I knew Michael Crane very well myself," he said. "Indeed, I have often heard him sing his comic songs, though I cannot say I have heard this particular one. So I think you owe Miss Crane a very deep apology, Julia, for the most unpleasant way you chose of putting things."
Miriam gave the Squire a glance full of grat.i.tude.
"Oh, not at all," she said. "It was a very natural mistake to make--I mean about the name. As for the other thing, that hardly matters, does it?--after all, whatever I have done in the past can concern no one but myself. Now that it is settled that I am still a respectable member of society, if you really wish to hear me, I will sing." And without taking any notice of the effect of her words, Miriam turned to the key-board and commenced the prelude of the song she had chosen.
As her n.o.ble voice rolled through the room, Hilda and Mrs. Darrow exchanged glances of extreme significance. Their little plot had failed.
They had been ignominiously beaten, and they knew it. Mrs. Darrow rapidly surveyed the position in her own mind, and decided to make the best of a very bad job. So when Miriam had finished her song she approached her.
"I am afraid I was very wrong, Miss Crane," she t.i.ttered. "But you must admit it was a wholly excusable mistake."
"I have already said so, Mrs. Darrow," replied Miriam coldly, "very excusable. Please think no more about it."
But when the party broke up, Gerald managed to get close to Miriam, and to whisper something in her ear.
"I knew your face was familiar to me," he said. "It was at the "Frivolity" I saw you. But fear nothing from me. I will keep your secret!"
CHAPTER VII.
IN THE WOODS.
Having thus ignominiously failed in her attempt to bring about Miriam"s downfall, Mrs. Darrow judged it wise, for the time being at least, to desist from further attempts in the same direction--in fact, she left her governess severely alone. She realised that her abortive experiment had resulted not only in failure of her object, but that it had utterly destroyed her chance of obtaining from Uncle Barton that little cheque which was looming up so distinctly and pleasantly on her mental horizon when she conceived her little plan for the undoing of Miriam Crane. And, worse still, she realised that Uncle Barton now knew the reason for her proposed hospitality. Nor was he long in taxing her with it, and administering in a series of expressive periods verbal chastis.e.m.e.nt as severe as any Mrs. Darrow had had to swallow from him for long past.
In vain she tried to excuse herself.
"It was all in the interest of the dear child," she protested plaintively. "Surely you would not have d.i.c.ky entrusted to the care of a common music-hall singer?--it is so horribly low and vulgar, not to say worse."
"Miss Crane is no music-hall singer. What she told you is perfectly true, for I know her brother well--indeed, it was through him I heard of her. He is a young ne"er-do-well, and happens to be in the employ of my own solicitor. Hearing that his sister was seeking employment as a governess through the agency of an inst.i.tute in Kensington, I went there, saw her, and engaged her. I think the wisdom of my choice is evident."
"Oh yes; so far as teaching goes she certainly does very well. But so she should, seeing she is well paid for it--far too well paid in my opinion."
"But this happens to be one of the many points upon which your opinion is not of vital importance, Julia. I pay the lady what I consider is due to her for her services. The fact of the matter is, you cordially dislike Miss Crane."
"No, that is not true," replied Mrs. Darrow. "All I say is that there is something queer about her--very queer. For one thing she dresses absurdly above her position."
"Does she? It seems to me she dresses very plainly."
"Oh yes, to your eye, no doubt. But you must excuse me if in your own words I reply that the "cut" of a lady"s dress is not one of the points upon which _your_ opinion is of vital importance. You may take it from me that her dresses, "plain" as you think them, come from a first-cla.s.s dressmaker, and cost a large sum of money. What I want to know is, how did she pay for them?"
Now this of course Barton knew very well, seeing that he himself had written the cheque for them. All he said was,
"If Miss Crane chooses to pay an extravagant price for her clothes, it is no business either of yours or of mine. She does her duty excellently well, and leaves absolutely no cause for complaint. Unfortunately, you are one of those people who do not need a cause. Your fault-finding capacities are endless and illimitable. Now either you accept Miss Crane as the very satisfactory person I consider her to be in her position, or I send her away without further ado, and you can attend to d.i.c.ky yourself."
This was not at all to Mrs. Darrow"s mind. In such circ.u.mstances she would be forced to get another governess, and the chances were, as she knew well, one vastly inferior to Miriam. Not that the boy"s educational welfare weighed with her so much as the fact that she would have to pay for her out of her own pocket. Such a proceeding with her extremely finite income would entail personal sacrifices, for which she was in no way inclined. Therefore did she readily promise and vow that she would not again dig or delve into the past of Miriam Crane, and while declaring that she was altogether satisfactory as a teacher, hazarded the hope that if in time to come her suspicions should prove to have been well founded, Uncle Barton would not forget that she had warned him. All this the Squire took for what he considered it was worth, and left her without any effort to disguise the contempt he felt for her. So far as she was concerned he thought Miriam was safe, for the time being at all events. Self-interest was the securest of all possible dams to the verbal torrent of the irrepressible Julia.
But that the widow lady still nurtured her feeling of enmity for Miriam was evident from the hundred and one petty ways in which she contrived to show her spite. And while Miriam, on her part, was altogether above taking notice of such trifles, she felt the sting of them nevertheless.
So the days and weeks and months went by, without open rupture of any kind, though with much silent fort.i.tude on the part of the unhappy governess.
By this time she had no doubt as to the strength of her feeling for Gerald Arkel. She saw him continually, sometimes in the company of Hilda Marsh, often alone. Of this latter young lady, further opportunity seemed only to confirm her opinion. She was selfish, shallow, and altogether without heart. With the sharp swift instinct of a woman in her position, Hilda saw the real state of affairs, and despite all Miriam"s endeavours to avoid the existence of any spirit of rivalry between them--such a position being to her undignified and wholly detestable--she found herself being more or less forced into it.
And the young man himself could not but see how things were. But he seemed in no way to object. On the contrary, although he did not lessen his attentions to Hilda, he continued to spend a considerable amount of time with Miriam, just--as he pleased to phrase it to himself--to "keep the pot boiling." Had she so wished it, Miss Marsh could probably have brought him to an open declaration at any moment. But she did not, and that for the very excellent and weighty reason, that it was not at all certain in her mind which of the two nephews Uncle Barton had determined upon making his heir. And so for the same reason when Major Dundas visited Lesser Thorpe, which indeed he did but rarely, he was kept thoroughly well in hand by this young lady, who had made up her mind to be the future mistress of that very desirable property. And, in truth, the gallant Major was rapidly succ.u.mbing to the charms of Miriam Crane, and his feelings were only fanned the more to vigour by the absence of any encouragement on her part. So the daily wheel revolved in sight of the whole parish, and not a little to its diversion. To Uncle Barton most of all its convolutions afforded the greatest satisfaction, not to say amus.e.m.e.nt, pending the time when it should come "full circle."
Such a position as that in which Gerald Arkel found himself was tenable neither with dignity nor with any degree of n.o.bility. But then this young man was not endowed even in a minor degree with either of these estimable qualities. He was in truth the most material and nonchalant of mortals, rejoicing in the possession of a comely person, and an invariably imperturbable disposition--not infrequently miscalled "sunny"
by many who knew him. He had the greatest aversion to work of any kind.
In the enjoyment of a liberal income from his uncle, he gave himself over to a life wholly useless, purposeless, and by no means above reproach. Once a week on an average he ran down from town to the Manor House, and, usually at Barton"s expressed desire, remained for two or three days, dividing his favours between Hilda and Miriam. So weak and invertebrate was his character, and so horribly p.r.o.nounced his vanity, that in her heart Hilda owned to an active dislike of him, and she tolerated his attentions solely because ambition, coupled with a desire to free herself from her present poverty-stricken existence, were with her for the time being paramount feelings. On the other hand, Miriam, so far as this young man was concerned, appeared to have lost herself utterly. n.o.ble woman as she was, with the highest aims ever dominating her life, she saw no bad in the man. He was, in her eyes, unfortunate, weak, misguided; and, by virtue of those very failings, seemed only the more to appeal to her strength. With her--how sure she felt of it!--he would rise to the highest things, and she longed unutterably for the right to guide his steps and turn them in the right direction. With such a woman as Hilda Marsh--the Squire was right--he was doomed. For that and for that reason only, she allowed herself gradually to be drawn into rivalry with this other woman. The end, to her thinking, justified the means, and the conviction grew upon her so, she became so absorbed in it, that she was heedless completely of any sense of degradation in her own eyes, which in other circ.u.mstances she would have been the first to feel, as well as of the fact that in the parish she had come to be looked upon as an impudent adventuress, aiming by fair means or by foul at the capture of Squire Barton"s heir. Those were very bitter times for the friendless Miriam.