"Fourteen and sixteen," she answered.
"It is a pity," said I, "that this didn"t happen a little while back. I knew a governess who would have suited the place to a t.""
Mrs. Hilary smiled scornfully.
"We used to meet--" I continued.
"Who used to meet?" asked Miss Phyllis.
"The governess and myself, to be sure," said I, "under the old apple tree in the garden at the back of the house."
"What house, Mr. Carter?"
"My father"s house, of course, Miss Phyllis. And--"
"Oh, but that must be ages ago!" cried she.
Mrs. Hilary rose, cast one glance at me, and turned to the writing table. Her pen began to scratch almost immediately.
"And under the apple tree," I pursued, "we had many pleasant conversations."
"What about?" asked Miss Phyllis.
"One thing and another," I returned. "The schoolroom windows looked out that way--a circ.u.mstance which made matters more comfortable for everybody."
"I should have thought--" began Miss Phyllis, smiling slightly, but keeping an apprehensive eye on Mrs. Hilary"s back.
"Not at all," I interrupted. "My sisters saw us, you see. Well, of course they entertained an increased respect for me, which was all right, and a decreased respect for the governess, which was also all right. We met in the hour allotted to French lessons--by an undesigned but appropriate coincidence."
"I shall say about thirty-five, Phyllis," called Mrs. Hilary from the writing table.
"Yes, Cousin Mary," called Miss Phyllis. "Did you meet often, Mr.
Carter?"
"Every evening in the French hour," said I.
"She"ll have got over any nonsense by then," called Mrs. Hilary. "They are often full of it."
"She had remarkably pretty hair," I continued; "very soft it was. Dear me! I was just twenty."
"How old was she?" asked Miss Phyllis.
"One"s first love," said I, "is never any age. Everything went very well. Happiness was impossible. I was heartbroken, and the governess was far from happy. Ah, happy, happy times!"
"But you don"t seem to have been happy," objected Miss Phyllis.
"Then came a terrible evening--"
"She ought to be a person of active habits," called Mrs. Hilary.
"I think so, yes, Cousin Mary; oh, what happened, Mr. Carter?"
"And an early riser," added Mrs. Hilary.
"Yes, Cousin Mary. What did happen, Mr. Carter?"
"My mother came in during the French hour. I don"t know whether you have observed, Miss Phyllis, how easy it is to slip into the habit of entering rooms when you had better remain outside. Now, even my friend Arch--However, that"s neither here nor there. My mother, as I say, came in."
"Church of England, of course, Phyllis?" called Mrs. Hilary.
"Oh, of course, cousin Mary," cried little Miss Phyllis.
"The sect makes no difference," I observed. "Well, my sisters, like good girls, began to repeat the irregular verbs. But it was no use. We were discovered. That night, Miss Phyllis, I nearly drowned myself."
"You must have been--Oh, how awful, Mr. Carter!"
"That is to say, I thought how effective it would be if I drowned myself. Ah, well, it couldn"t last!"
"And the governess?"
"She left next morning."
There was a pause. Miss Phyllis looked sad and thoughtful; I smiled pensively and beat my cane against my leg.
"Have you ever seen her since?" asked Miss Phyllis.
"No."
"Shouldn"t--shouldn"t you like to, Mr. Carter?"
"Heaven forbid!" said I.
Suddenly Mrs. Hilary pushed back her chair, and turned round to us.
"Well, I declare," said she, "I must be growing stupid. Here have I been writing to the Agency, when I know of the very thing myself! The Polwheedles" governess is just leaving them; she"s been there over fifteen years. Lady Polwheedle told me she was a treasure. I wonder if she"d go!"
"Is she what mamma wants?"
"My dear, you"ll be most lucky to get her. I"ll write at once and ask her to come to lunch tomorrow. I met her there. She"s an admirable person."
Mrs. Hilary wheeled round again. I shook my head at Miss Phyllis.
"Poor children!" said I. "Manage a bit of fun for them sometimes."
Miss Phyllis a.s.sumed a staid and virtuous air.
"They must be properly brought up, Mr. Carter," said she.
"Is there a House Opposite?" I asked; and Miss Phyllis blushed.