Yet it could not be denied that the boys brought many new anxieties into her life, and the uncertainty as to what they would do next kept her upon tenter-hooks from week"s end to week"s end.
They did not want to give trouble and pain; they only wanted to amuse themselves and to be left alone. They were accustomed to liberty and independence, and were on the whole very well able to take care of themselves. But they were full of spirit, and they delighted in mischief; and something in the prim and proper methods prevailing in this little place stirred up the spirit of mischief within them, and led them to commit more pranks, perhaps, than they would otherwise have thought of.
Mrs. St. Aiden took things easily, fortunately for Esther. The boys amused her. She did not see very much of them, and on the whole they behaved nicely towards her, having received rather explicit commands on this point from their father.
They could not always restrain their mischievous devices even where she was concerned. One morning when her breakfast-tray was brought up, and she uncovered the plate where some little hot dainty generally reposed, behold there was a large toad sitting upon an empty plate, and gazing at her with its jewel-like eyes; and the shout of laughter which followed upon her startled scream betrayed the presence of the lurking conspirators, who had deftly made an exchange of plates whilst Esther"s back was turned, just before she took the tray up-stairs.
Still, in spite of sundry tricks of this sort, Mrs. St. Aiden did not object on the whole to the presence of the boys in the house. She liked to hear their racy accounts of what they did from day to day, and there was always Mr. Trelawny to fall back upon if they threatened to become too much for her.
A long afternoon at the Crag had been promised to the boys for some while, on the first half-holiday when their conduct through the week had won them the right to the treat.
Mr. Earle was to be the judge on this point, and it was some time before he could honestly say it was deserved. Mr. Earle was exciting Esther"s admiration by the way he was obtaining the upper hand of the restless and obstreperous boys.
At first they had obviously regarded lesson hours as so much time for the invention of tricks for the interruption of study, and the playing off of practical jokes. But gradually they had come to an understanding that their tutor regarded matters differently, and that he had just as definite ideas as they upon the subject. Then had come a certain battle of wills between the belligerents, and little by little it became evident that the tutor was becoming the victor. He did not often have to resort to corporal chastis.e.m.e.nt, though he had once given Pickle a sound caning for insubordination, and Puck had had two or three good cuts across his grubby little hand. But he had other ways of showing that he meant to be master in study hours; and Esther had come to have a great admiration for him, and a sense of confidence in his presence, although the halo of dread which surrounded all persons connected with the Crag still continued to cling about him.
It had been a great relief to her when Sat.u.r.day after Sat.u.r.day Mr. Earle had looked through his mark book and had shaken his head at the proposal of the promised treat. She did not want Pickle and Puck to be naughty, but she did not in the least want to go up with them to spend the afternoon at Mr. Trelawny"s house. And yet it was understood that she was to accompany the boys, "to keep them in order," as the master of the house said, though Esther knew perfectly that if anybody succeeded in keeping the pair in order it would be himself or Mr. Earle.
"He likes you, Tousle," said Pickle shrewdly; "he likes you a lot better than us. I don"t think he cares for us a bit; but he"s fond of you. I can"t think why you don"t like him."
"I never said I didn"t like him," said Esther nervously.
"No; but anybody not a fool could see it with half an eye. I can"t think why you don"t. He"s an awfully jolly old boy, for all he"s so gruff and such an old tyrant. He"d like you to like him I"m sure. I can"t think why you don"t."
"You"d much better," advised Puck, "or perhaps you"ll make him angry, and then he might put you into one of his tanks and use you for his experiments. I think it"s silly of you always to run away and hide when he comes. He"s always asking where you have gone to, and when we tell him you"re hiding away from him, he looks as if he didn"t quite like it, though he always laughs his big, gruff laugh."
"O Puck! why do you tell?"
"Well, we must speak the truth," said Puck with an air of virtue; "and you know you do always scuttle away when he comes."
"Never mind," cried Pickle, who was in a mighty hurry to be off; "come along now, and let"s go up. We may go any time after dinner, you know."
"It"s so hot!" said Esther with a little sigh. "Would it do if I came a little later? The sun makes my head ache."
"Oh, but it"s all in the wood, and I don"t believe he"ll have us without you. Do come along. Boys never have headaches. I don"t see why girls should have either."
Esther yielded. She did not want to spoil the boys" holiday afternoon, but she did wish that her going with them had not been a condition. Her fears of the Crag and its master did not diminish from the things she heard dropped by older people about the things going on there, now that Mr. Trelawny had an a.s.sistant in his experiments. The scientific names she heard spoken sounded terrible in her ears; and she pictured the two men in their gloomy cave, sitting up all the night through pursuing wonderful and mysterious researches, and her books of historical romance, which told of the secret machinations of wizards and magicians, acquired for her a new fascination and a new terror.
The three children started off through the pine woods, but Esther was soon left far behind. The boys clambered hither and thither, rushing about with the inexhaustible energy of children; but Esther"s feet lagged wearily, and her small face was pale. There were shadows beneath her eyes, and she pulled off her hat and fanned herself with it, thinking the way to the Crag had never seemed so long before.
Esther"s head had taken to aching a good deal of late. At night she could not always sleep. Her lessons seemed to dance before her eyes, and she would dream about them even after she got off to slumber-land.
It had been a great pleasure to Esther to have regular lessons with somebody like Mr. Earle, who could explain everything she wanted to know, and who never reproved her for asking questions; but perhaps the strain of regular work, in addition to that of the two boys in the house and the anxiety she was often in about them and their doings, was rather much for her. At any rate, she had been feeling her head a good deal for the past fortnight, and would so much rather have spent the afternoon quietly at home than have faced first the long walk up the hill and then all the tremors and excitements of the Crag.
But Esther was not accustomed to think first of herself, and she plowed her way bravely upwards, till at last they arrived in front of the grim-looking old house perched upon its crag, and saw the two gentlemen sitting out on the terrace, rather as though waiting for their guests.
The boys gave a whoop and a bound, and dashed towards them. When Esther reached the terrace they were both swarming about Mr. Trelawny like a pair of young monkeys. He was laughing in his rather grim fashion, and Esther heard him saying in his deep voice,--
"No, I won"t have that impudence from you, you young jackanapes. If your father lets you behave so, he ought to know better. When I was a boy we were made to respect our elders, and if we couldn"t do it, we had to keep it to ourselves. You may call me Uncle Bob, if you like, as my name happens to be Robert; but every time you call me Old Bobby you"ll get a good sound box on the ear--so now you understand."
The boys laughed, but they knew perfectly that Mr. Trelawny was in earnest, and that he would be as good as his word. They had found out that from Mr. Earle, who had absolutely forbidden the use of nicknames in school hours, and had insisted that they should speak of Esther by her proper name, and address him as Mr. Earle--a thing that seemed to astonish them not a little.
Out of school hours, however, they considered that they had full liberty of speech, and the next minute Puck exclaimed,--
"Here"s Tousle coming along. She didn"t want to come a bit. We had to bully her into it. She can"t bear the Crag."
A quick flush mounted to Esther"s cheek as she heard, and her heart beat fast. How she did wish the boys would not say such things! She didn"t seem able to make them understand how terrifying it was for her that Mr.
Trelawny should be told of her shrinking from him and his house. Shyness with Esther was like a real physical pain, and she would rather have received a sharp blow than be obliged to face Mr. Trelawny after these words had just been spoken.
He threw the boys from him, and went and took her by the hand.
"Well, little Miss Esther, and how do you do? You are quite a stranger here. We must make you change your opinion of the Crag and its owner.
Now you shall tell me what you would like to do and to see, since you are here."
"Oh, thank you, but I don"t mind," answered Esther nervously. "I like sitting here and watching the beautiful sea."
"Well, we"ll sit here till you have cooled down, and we have drunk our coffee, and then we will see if we can"t find something more exciting to amuse ourselves."
A man-servant came out almost immediately, bearing cups of coffee on a tray; and this was very good, with plenty of milk and sugar for the little people. The boys chattered away, and Esther found herself able to sit in a quiet corner and be silent, for if ever Mr. Trelawny asked her a question, Pickle or Puck always broke in with an answer before she could get in a word.
Presently the boys could be quiet no longer.
"Come along and show us things," they cried, getting upon the rails of Mr. Trelawny"s chair, and tweaking his thick, grizzled hair. "We know you"ve got an awful lot of jolly things up here. Come along and show us them. Why, even Tousle hasn"t seen half, and she"s lived here ever so long."
A smart rap on the knuckles brought Pickle quickly to the ground.
"Speak properly of your cousin whilst you are in my house," said Mr.
Trelawny.
"What did I say?" asked Pickle, aggrieved. "Oh, bother! why can"t we call people what we like? I think you"re a regular old tyrant."
"Well, you needn"t come near me unless you like," was the equable response; "but if you do, you"ll have to behave yourself. So just you mind that."
The brothers exchanged glances; but it was evidently not diplomatic to quarrel with the master of the house at this juncture, and they felt that in the matter of argument they would get the worst of it with him.
So they only made a covert grimace at the back of his head, and said,--
"Come along, then. Show us your house. We want to see all the queer old places we"ve heard about. Was there once a monk walled up in the cellar?
and did you dig out his skeleton? and did his ghost go prowling about tapping on the doors and making groans?"
"Not in my time," answered Mr. Trelawny. "There is a story about the finding of a skeleton down below, though how it came there n.o.body could say. It was all guess-work.--Come, little Miss Esther; I know you are a historian, and I have some things I think will interest you," and Mr.
Trelawny held out his great hand, into which Esther was obliged to slip her little cold fingers, though she felt them trembling all over as she did so.
Mr. Trelawny looked down at her for a moment, but said nothing. The boys dashed hither and thither through the rooms, making remarks and asking questions, which they did not always wait to hear answered. But by and by they got interested in the interesting tales Mr. Trelawny had to tell about the fine old house in which he lived, and even Esther lost her fears for a while in the breathless delight of hearing the story of some of the pictured ladies and armed warriors whose portraits hung upon the walls of the corridors and rooms.
It was later on, when they were taken into the great laboratory at the top of the house, that her fears began to come back. There was a strange smell in the place, and it was full of the queerest things, the very names of which were terrible. Then Mr. Trelawny did some wonderful things with wires and lights; and presently Mr. Earle was sent down into the cave, right at the very bottom of the house, underneath its foundations, and he and Mr. Trelawny pa.s.sed messages to each other without so much as a speaking-tube or a wire between them, and everything seemed so strange and uncanny that even the boys were quite silent, whilst Esther felt as though she should be stifled in the atmosphere of this weird place.
But the boys were not frightened, though they were greatly astonished at some of the things they saw and heard. Nothing would serve them but that they must go down into the cave again themselves, and see what was going on there; and Esther felt as though her heart would stop beating altogether as she felt her hand grasped by that of this big, terrible wizard, and knew that he was leading her down, down, down into the very heart of the earth.
She dared not resist. His grasp was too strong for that. She was afraid if she angered him he would begin to flash more fire, and perhaps annihilate her altogether. Her teeth chattered in her mouth. Her breath came and went in great gasps. If he had not had such firm hold of her hand, she would almost have fallen.