Sutton had won Ephraim"s consent, her vision never stooped to practical details. Then Beatrice called to see her; it was the morning after the treat, and Anna was brushing her muddy frock; she wore a large white ap.r.o.n, and held a cloth-brush in her hand as she opened the door.
"You"re busy?" said Beatrice.
"Yes," said Anna, "but come in. Come into the kitchen--do you mind?"
Beatrice was covered from neck to heel with a long mackintosh, which she threw off when entering the kitchen.
"Anyone else in the house?" she asked.
"No," said Anna, smiling, as Beatrice seated herself, with a sigh of content, on the table.
"Well, let"s talk, then." Beatrice drew from her pocket the indispensable chocolates and offered them to Anna. "I say, wasn"t last night perfectly awful? Henry got wet through in the end, and mother made him stop at our house, as he was at the trouble to take me home.
Did you see him go down this morning?"
"No; why?" said Anna, stiffly.
"Oh--no reason. Only I thought perhaps you did. I simply can"t tell you how glad I am that you"re coming with us to the Isle of Man; we shall have rare fun. We go every year, you know--to Port Erin, a lovely little fishing village. All the fishermen know us there. Last year Henry hired a yacht for the fortnight, and we all went mackerel-fishing, every day; except sometimes Pa. Now and then Pa had a tendency to go fiddling in caves and things. I do hope it will be fine weather again by then, don"t you?"
"I"m looking forward to it, I can tell you," Anna said. "What day are we supposed to start?"
"Sat.u.r.day week."
"So soon?" Anna was surprised at the proximity of the event.
"Yes; and quite late enough, too. We should start earlier, only the Dad always makes out he can"t. Men always pretend to be so frightfully busy, and I believe it"s all put on." Beatrice continued to chat about the holiday, and then of a sudden she asked: "What are you going to wear?"
"Wear!" Anna repeated; and added, with hesitation: "I suppose one will want some new clothes?"
"Well, just a few! Now let me advise you. Take a blue serge skirt.
Sea-water won"t harm it, and if it"s dark enough it will look well to any mortal blouse. Secondly, you can"t have too many blouses; they"re always useful at the seaside. Plain straw-hats are my tip. A coat for nights, and thick boots. There! Of course no one ever _dresses_ at Port Erin. It isn"t like Llandudno, and all that sort of thing. You don"t have to meet your young man on the pier, because there isn"t a pier."
There was a pause. Anna did not know what to say. At length she ventured: "I"m not much for clothes, as I dare say you"ve noticed."
"I think you always look nice, my dear," Beatrice responded. Nothing was said as to Anna"s wealth, no reference made as to the discrepancy between that and the style of her garments. By a fiction, there was supposed to be no discrepancy.
"Do you make your own frocks?" Beatrice asked, later.
"Yes."
"Do you know I thought you did. But they do you great credit. There"s few people can make a plain frock look decent."
This conversation brought Anna with a shock to the level of earth. She perceived--only too well--a point which she had not hitherto fairly faced in her idyllic meditations: that her father was still a factor in the case. Since Mrs. Sutton"s visit both Anna and the miser avoided the subject of the holiday. "You can"t have too many blouses." Did Beatrice, then, have blouses by the dozen? A coat, a serge skirt, straw hats (how many?)--the catalogue frightened her. She began to suspect that she would not be able to go to the Isle of Man.
"About me going with Suttons to the Isle of Man?" she accosted her father, in the afternoon, outwardly calm, but with secret trembling.
"Well?" he exclaimed savagely.
"I shall want some money--a little." She would have given much not to have added that "little," but it came out of itself.
"It"s a waste o" time and money--that"s what I call it. I can"t think why Suttons asked ye. Ye aren"t ill, are ye?" His savagery changed to sullenness.
"No, father; but as it"s arranged, I suppose I shall have to go."
"Well, I"m none so set up with the idea mysen."
"Shan"t you be all right with Agnes?"
"Oh, yes. _I_ shall be all right. _I_ don"t want much. _I_"ve no fads and fal-lals. How long art going to be away?"
"I don"t know. Didn"t Mrs. Sutton tell you? You arranged it."
"That I didna". Her said nowt to me."
"Well, anyhow I shall want some clothes."
"What for? Art naked?"
"I must have some money." Her voice shook, She was getting near tears.
"Well, thou"s gotten thy own money, hast na"?"
"All I want is that you shall let me have some of my own money.
There"s forty odd pounds now in the bank."
"Oh!" he repeated, sneering, "all ye want is as I shall let thee have some o" thy own money. And there"s forty odd pound i" the bank. Oh!"
"Will you give me my cheque-book out of the bureau? And I"ll draw a cheque; I know how to." She had conquered the instinct to cry, and unwillingly her tones became somewhat peremptory. Ephraim seized the chance.
"No, I won"t give ye the cheque-book out o" th" bureau," he said flatly. "And I"ll thank ye for less sauce."
That finished the episode. Proudly she took an oath with herself not to re-open the question, and resolved to write a note to Mrs. Sutton saying that on consideration she found it impossible to go to the Isle of Man.
The next morning there came to Anna a letter from the secretary of a limited company enclosing a post-office order for ten pounds. Some weeks previously her father had discovered an error of that amount in the deduction of income-tax from the dividend paid by this company, and had instructed Anna to demand the sum. She had obeyed, and then forgotten the affair. Here was the answer. Desperate at the thought of missing the holiday, she cashed the order, bought and made her clothes in secret, and then, two days before the arranged date of departure told her father what she had done. He was enraged; but since his anger was too illogical to be rendered effectively coherent in words, he had the wit to keep silence. With bitterness Anna reflected that she owed her holiday to the merest accident--for if the remittance had arrived a little earlier or a little later, or in the form of a cheque, she could not have utilised it.
It was an incredible day, the following Sat.u.r.day, a warm and benign day of earliest autumn. The Suttons, in a hired cab, called for Anna at half-past eight, on the way to the main line station at Shawport.
Anna"s tin box was flung on to the roof of the cab amid the trunks and portmanteaux already there.
"Why should not Agnes ride with us to the station?" Beatrice suggested.
"Nay, nay; there"s no room," said Tellwright, who stood at the door, impelled by an unacknowledged awe of Mrs. Sutton thus to give official sanction to Anna"s departure.
"Yes, yes," Mrs. Sutton exclaimed. "Let the little thing come, Mr.
Tellwright."
Agnes, far more excited than any of the rest, seized her straw hat, and slipping the elastic under her small chin, sprang into the cab, and found a haven between Mr. Sutton"s short, fat legs. The driver drew his whip smartly across the aged neck of the cream mare. They were off. What a rumbling, jolting, delicious journey, down the first hill, up Duck Bank, through the market-place, and down the steep declivity of Oldcastle Street! Silent and shy, Agnes smiled ecstatically at the others. Anna answered remarks in a dream. She was conscious only of present happiness and happy expectation. All bitterness had disappeared. At least thirty thousand Bursley folk were not going to the Isle of Man that day--their preoccupied and cheerless faces swam in a continuous stream past the cab window--and Anna sympathised with every unit of them. Her spirit overflowed with universal compa.s.sion.
What haste and exquisite confusion at the station! The train was signalled, and the porter, crossing the line with the luggage, ran his truck perilously under the very buffers of the incoming engine. Mynors was awaiting them, admirably attired as a tourist. He had got the tickets, and secured a private compartment in the through-coach for Liverpool; and he found time to arrange with the cabman to drive Agnes home on the box-seat. Certainly there was none like Mynors. From the footboard of the carriage Anna bent down to kiss Agnes. The child had been laughing and chattering. Suddenly, as Anna"s lips touched hers, she burst into tears, sobbed pa.s.sionately as though overtaken by some terrible and unexpected misfortune. Tears stood also in Anna"s eyes.
The sisters had never been parted before.