"There was a half sister, I believe, hut she is dead," said Richard. "They are all dead but this girl. She is alive and happy, and sometime I will tell you more of her, but not now. I am sorry I told you what I have."
"So am I if I can"t hear the whole," returned Edith, beginning to pout.
"I DID intend to tell you all when I began," said Richard, "but I"ve changed my mind, and Edith, I have faith to believe you will not repeat to any one our conversation. Neither must you tease me about this girl. It is not altogether an agreeable subject."
Edith saw that he was in earnest, and knowing how useless it would be to question him further, turned her back upon him and gazing steadily into the fire, was wondering what made him so queer, when by way of diverting her mind, he said, "Did Victor tell you that Mr. St. Claire came with us all the way from New York?"
"Mr. St. Claire, no," and Edith brightened at once, forgetting all about Eloise Temple. "Why then didn"t Mrs. Atherton and I see him?
We went over the house this afternoon. It"s a splendid place, most as handsome us Collingwood."
"How would you like to live there?" asked Richard, playfully. "One of the proposed conditions on which I consented to receive you, was that when Mr. St. Claire had a home of his own he was to take you off my hands; at least, that was what he said, standing here where you sit; and on my way from New York he reminded me of it, inquiring for little Metaphysics, and asking if I were ready to part with her."
"Do you wish me to go and let Eloise come?" Edith asked, pettishly, and Richard replied,
"No, Edith, I need you more than Arthur ever can, and you"ll stay with me, too, stay always, won"t you? Promise that you will."
"Of course I shall," she answered. "I"ll stay until I"m married, as I suppose I shall he sometime; everybody is."
Richard tried to be satisfied with this reply, but it grated harshly, and it seemed to him that a shadow deeper, darker than any he had ever known, was creeping slowly over him, and that Arthur St. Claire"s was the presence which brought the threatening cloud. He knew this half jealous feeling was unworthy of him, and with a mighty effort he shook it off and saying to Edith, calmly, "Mr. St. Claire asked many questions concerning you and your attainments, and when I spoke of your pa.s.sion for drawing, lamenting that since Miss Chapin"s departure, there was in town no competent instructor, he offered to be your teacher, provided you would come up there twice a week. He is a very sensible young man, for when I hesitated he guessed at once that I was revolving the propriety of your going alone to the house of a bachelor, where there were no females except the servants, and he said to me "You can come with her, if you like.""
"So it"s more proper for a young lady to be with two gentlemen than with one, is it?" and Edith laughed merrily, at the same time asking if Richard had accepted the offer.
"I did, provided it met your approbation," was the reply, and as Victor just then appeared, the conversation for the present ceased.
But neither Eloise nor Arthur left the minds of either Richard or Edith, and while in her sleep that night the latter dreamed of the gentle Eloise, who called her sister, and from whom Arthur St.
Claire strove to part her, the former tossed restlessly upon his pillow, moaning to him-self, "I am glad I did not tell her. She must answer me for love and not for grat.i.tude."
CHAPTER XI.
MATTERS AT GRa.s.sY SPRING.
The next morning as the family at Collingwood sat at their rather late breakfast a note was brought to Richard, who immediately handed it to Edith. Breaking the seal, and glancing at the name at the end, she exclaimed, "It"s from Mr. St. Claire, and he says,-- let me see:
GRa.s.sY SPRING, Oct. 18--
"Dear Sir:--A wholly unexpected event makes it necessary for me to be absent from home for the next few weeks. During this time my house will be shut up, and I shall be very glad if in her daily rides Miss Hastings will occasionally come round this way and see that everything is straight. I would like much to give the keys into her charge, knowing as I do that I can trust her. The books in my library are at her disposal, as is also the portfolio of drawings, which I will leave upon the writing table.
"When I return, and have become somewhat domesticated, I hope to have her for my pupil, as proposed yesterday. Please let me know at once if she is willing to take charge of my keys.
In haste,
ARTHUR ST. CLAIRE."
"What does he mean?" asked Edith, as she finished reading this note aloud. "What does he wish me to do?"
"Why," returned Richard, "He is to shut up his house, which, being brick, will naturally become damp, and I suppose he wishes you to air it occasionally, by opening the windows and letting in the sunlight.
"Wishes me, in short, to perform a servant"s duty," said Edith, haughtily. "Very well, I"ll do it. Perhaps it will pay my TUITION in part; who knows?" and in spite of Richard"s remonstrances, she seized a pen and dashed off the following:
"Mr. St. Claire:
"Dear Sir,--Miss Hastings accepts the great honor of looking after your house, and will see that nothing gets mouldy during your absence."
In haste, RICHARD HARRINGTON, "Per Edith Hastings."
"P.S. Will you have her CLEAN it before you return?"
"Edith!" and Richard"s voice was very stern. "Arthur St. Claire never intended to insult you and you shall NOT send that note.
Tear it up at once."
Edith stood a moment irresolute, while her eyes flashed with indignation, but she had been too long accustomed to obey the man, who, groping his way to her side, stood commandingly before her to resist his authority now, and mechanically tearing the note in pieces, she tossed them into the fire.
"Victor," said Richard, wishing to spare Edith the mortification of writing a second answer, "tell the man from Gra.s.sy Spring that Mr. St. Claire can leave his keys at Collingwood."
Victor departed with the message, and Edith, somewhat recovered from her pet, said,
"Isn"t it queer, though, that Mr. St. Claire should ask to leave his keys with me? One would suppose he"d trust his cousin to rummage his goods and chattels sooner than a stranger."
"He has his reasons, I dare say, for preferring you," returned Richard, adding that he himself would go with her some day to Gra.s.sy Spring, and a.s.sist her in airing the house.
Toward the middle of the afternoon, the keys of Collingwood were delivered to Edith, together with a sealed note, containing a single line,
"The iron broken key unlocks the DEN."
Had Arthur wished to puzzle Edith he could not have done so more effectually than he did by these few words.
"What do I care," she said, "which unlocks the Den. I certainly should not cross its threshold were the door left wide open. What does he mean?" and she was still wondering over the message when Grace Atherton was announced.
As she grew older Grace a.s.sumed a more familiar, youthful manner than had characterized her early womanhood, and now, tossing her riding hat and whip upon the bed, she sank into Edith"s easy chair and began: "The funniest thing imaginable has happened at Gra.s.sy Spring. His Royal Highness, Lord St. Claire, has flown into a violent pa.s.sion with Mrs. Johnson for having shown us into that room."
"Shown YOU, you mean. I didn"t go in," interrupted Richard, and Grace continued, "Well, shown ME, then, though I think you might at least share in the disgrace. I never saw Arthur as indignant as he was last night when he called on me. "Women were curious, prying creatures, anyway," he said, "and he had no faith in any of them.""
"Did he say so?" asked Edith, and Grace replied, "Well, not exactly that. He did make a few exceptions, of which you are one.
Mrs. Johnson must have told him that you refused to enter. What harm was there, any way, and what"s the room for? I"m beginning to grow curious. Here, he"s dismissed Mrs. Johnson and her daughter, telling her if he could not trust her in small matters he could not in those of greater importance, and the good soul has taken the afternoon express for Boston, where she formerly lived. She says he paid her three months" extra wages, so he was liberal in that respect; but the strangest part of all is that he is going to Florida, where he has some claim to or owns a plantation of negroes, and he intends to bring a whole cargo of them to Gra.s.sy Spring--housekeeper, cook, chambermaid, coachman, gardener, and all. Don"t you think he"s crazy?"
Edith thought the facts would warrant such a conclusion, and Grace went on. "I offered to take charge of his house, telling him it ought not to be shut up for several weeks, but he declined so haughtily, saying he should leave the keys with someone less curious than myself, and asked if I supposed YOU would be offended if he offered them to you. I told him no, and I dare say he will send them here, if indeed, he has not already done so. Has he?"
she asked, quickly, as she saw a peculiar smile on Edith"s lip.
"Yes," Edith answered, feeling the while SO glad that Richard had prevented her from sending that insulting note.
She knew now why the keys were given to her, and the fact that Arthur St. Claire trusted HER even before his own cousin, left a warm, happy spot in her heart. Upon second thought this act was not displeasing to Grace herself. It evinced a preference in Arthur for Edith Hastings, and on her way home she busied herself in building castles of the future, when Edith, as the wife of Arthur and mistress of Gra.s.sy Spring, would cease to be her rival.
As Grace had said, Mrs. Johnson and Rose, her daughter, were dismissed, the house was shut up, the owner gone, the keys in Edith"s possession, and for many days the leaves of crimson and of gold drifted down upon the walks and lay piled beneath the windows and upon the marble steps, where they rested undisturbed, save when the evening wind whirled them in fantastic circles and then sent them back again to their first lodging place.
Occasionally Edith, on her spirited Bedouin, rode slowly by, glancing at the grounds and garden, where so many flowers were blossoming for naught, and then gazing curiously at the latticed windows looking out toward Collingwood. She knew which ones they were, though the blinds were closed tightly over them, and she wondered if the mystery of that room would ever be revealed to her. Once, as she was riding by, she saw a stranger standing upon the steps of the front door and pulling vehemently at the silver k.n.o.b which brought him no response. Reining Bedouin at the gate the waited until the gentleman, tired of ringing, came slowly down the walk, apparently absorbed in some perplexing thought. He did not see her until almost upon her, when, bowing politely, he said, "I beg your pardon, Miss, can you tell me where Mr. St. Claire"s to be found?"