Mrs Saxon laughed. She always did laugh when Dreda waxed impressive, which was one of that young woman"s trials in life.
"Darling Dreda!" she cried, affectionately. "You shall be as domestic as ever you please--the more domestic the better; but there is a time for everything, and this is your time for study. You must wait until your education is finished, before you take up home duties. We are not going to sacrifice your interests for the sake of a servant"s wages.
Work hard, and do your best, dear. One thing at a time, and that done well--"
But Dreda refused to be convinced.
"_My_ theory," she announced, firmly, "my theory is that it is stupid to waste time learning things which you will never need! As we are `rejuiced" (the expression had stuck, until the very p.r.o.nunciation was unconsciously reproduced), and I can"t go to Madame Clerc"s and be finished properly, I should consider that it would be wiser to stop as I am. I am very well grounded. We can"t afford to go into society now, so I shall probably marry a man in a humble position, and it"s foolish to educate me above my rank!"
"Oh, Dreda, Dreda! Oh! I haven"t laughed for weeks. You mustn"t be vexed with me for laughing, dear--it"s _so_ refreshing!" And Mrs Saxon wiped her eyes and chuckled irresistibly, the while her young daughter regarded her more in pity than in anger.
"I can"t see what I have said that is so amusing. I was speaking _most_ seriously. I"m fifteen. It"s my own future that is at stake. Really, mother!"
"I"m sorry, dear, and I don"t mean to be unsympathetic. I know you are in earnest, but for the next few years you must consent to be guided by what father and I believe to be best. Whatever may be before you, it is necessary that you have a good education, so put your heart into your work, and get on as quickly as possible."
Dreda sucked her upper lip in eloquent disgust.
"Parents are so _trying_!" she told herself, mentally. "They never seem to think it possible that you know better yourself. I shall be quite different with my daughters. What a pity it is that you can never manage to be your own mother!"
CHAPTER SEVEN.
During the next three weeks the Saxons settled slowly into the routine of life as it would in future be spent at the Manor. To begin with, the house itself was greatly improved in appearance by the addition of extra furniture and draperies sent down from the lavishly equipped house in town. The cold austerity of the entrance-hall was turned into something positively approaching cheerfulness by the presence of crimson portieres, a huge tapestry screen shutting off the staircase, and, best of all, by a bra.s.s brazier which, piled high with blazing coals, diffused both light and heat, and seemed to speak a cheery welcome to each new-comer. The Bechstein grand piano was not only a gain from a musical point of view, but made a decided improvement in the spa.r.s.ely furnished drawing-room, while a few good pictures and ornaments gave a homelike air which had hitherto been conspicuous by its absence.
Rowena regarded these improvements with the numb unconcern which a prisoner might manifest over an unimportant alteration in his cell; but Dreda, as usual, was afire with enthusiasm, and spent a radiantly happy day playing the part of a charwoman, in ap.r.o.n and rolled-up sleeves.
She washed all the ornaments, exulting in the inky colour of the water after the operation, and insisting that each member of the household should ascend to regain the same.
"Isn"t it beautifully dirty?" she cried in triumph. "I scrubbed them with the nail brush. You should have seen the dust come out of the c.h.i.n.ks! I simply dote upon seeing the water turn black. It"s no fun washing things unless they are _really_ dirty!"
When the additions were viewed as a whole, however, Dreda was not so content. She even frowned with displeasure at sight of the luxury in the hall.
"It"s not consistent!" she p.r.o.nounced, judicially. "We are _rejuiced_, and it doesn"t look rejuiced! People in the neighbourhood coming to call will think we are richer instead of poorer. You will have to explain, mother. It wouldn"t be honest if you didn"t."
Mrs Saxon"s smile was a somewhat painful effort.
"I imagine there will be little need of explanation, Dreda. News flies fast in a country place, and our neighbours probably know our affairs as well as we know them ourselves."
"And are gossiping about us behind our backs, and longing to call and see how we bear it!" continued Rowena, with that new edge of bitterness in her voice, which sounded so sadly in her mother"s ears. It needed a hard struggle with herself before Mrs Saxon could command herself to reply gently:
"Curiosity is natural, perhaps, but I don"t think we need fear anything unfriendly. If there should be any exhibition of the sort, it"s a comfort to feel that I can depend upon my grown-up daughter to set an example of dignity and self-restraint. My nature is like Dreda"s, so much more impulsive, that you will be a great strength to me, dear."
Oh, that soft answer that turneth away wrath, how omnipotent it is! The sneer was wiped off Rowena"s face as by a sponge, her blue eyes glistened, and she stooped her tall young head to press an impetuous kiss upon her mother"s cheek. For the rest of the day she was her old, sweet loving self, and the mother was rewarded a thousandfold for the effort which it had cost her to repress a hasty retort, and replace it by a word of tenderness and appreciation.
At the end of a fortnight the three boys returned to school, placidly resigned to a change of circ.u.mstances which left their own lives untouched; and no sooner had they departed than the Spider in her turn began to pack her boxes, in preparation for her own exit. For the past ten years she had been regarded as a member of the family, spending the greater number of her holidays with her pupils, and being included in all the household festivities and rejoicings. It was inevitable that her absence would cause a blank, and the young people experienced sundry pangs of conscience as they recalled the want of appreciation with which they had received their efforts on their behalf. How they had teased and lazed, and plotted and schemed, to escape the tasks which she had so laboriously enforced! How they had laughed behind her back, imitating her little mannerisms, and exhorting each other after her invariable formulae: "Impertinence, my love, is _not_ wit!"
"A young lady should be composed and dignified in demeanour."
"Concentration, my dear, concentration! That is what you require."
Poor, dear, good Spider; her methods were somewhat behind the times; but she was the kindest, most faithful of souls. Everyone was thankful to know that owing to the recent receipt of a legacy she was able to retire comfortably from active work, and to look forward to a peaceful contented home in the family of a beloved niece. Neither was it a very serious parting, since nothing was so certain as that so true a friend must return again and again to the scene of her labours; to see Hereward in his first uniform; to attend Rowena"s marriage; Dreda"s coming out; and inspect the progress of her youngest pupils. A few tears were shed when the hour of parting actually arrived, but there was no bitterness in them on either side, nor were they of any long duration.
And now for Etheldreda"s turn! When the morning dawned on which she was to depart for school, she felt it fitting that her toilette should express the melancholy of her mood. Dreda had a great idea of fitness, and a costume composed of an old shepherd plaid skirt, a grey flannel blouse and a black tie seemed admirably symbolic of what she herself described as "the mourning of her soul." When it was donned, however, the result was found to be so extremely unbecoming that resolution wavered, and collapsed. After all, the most important matter was to impress her new companions, and there was no denying that that could be done most effectively in blue--in just such a blue as was at that moment hanging in the wardrobe ready for use. With light-like speed Dreda shed her dun-coloured garments on to the floor, and in a trice was arrayed in her prettiest, most becoming costume.
This time the reflection was so pleasing that it was quite an effort to pull down her chin, and drop her eyelids, with the air of melancholy resignation which she was determined at all costs to preserve during breakfast. Mrs Saxon"s face brightened at sight of the pretty blue dress, but neither she nor any other member of the family mentioned the fatal word "school." Rather did each one try to give a cheerful turn to the conversation, and to lead it towards a discussion of those topics in which the heroine of the day was the most interested. "Sops!" murmured Dreda dramatically to herself. "Sops!" She struggled hard to restrain her longing for a second helping of bacon; but her courage gave out at the thought of the motor drive across the cold open country.
"I must strengthen myself with plenty of nourishment," she decided, as she handed over her plate, and accepted the offer of a third cup of coffee. Like all pleasant things, however, the meal came to an end at last, and then the great event of the day could no longer be ignored.
Maud caught the glance exchanged between her parents, and felt herself freed from her promise of silence.
"_Now_!" she exclaimed, with a gusty sigh of relief. "Now for the Buns!
_Now_ you"ll see which knows most, them or you. Them, I should think, "cause they"re clever, and you forget. Miss Bruce said your head was like a sieve. Do you remember the day she said it? She had on her jet chain, and jingled with the beads. You"ll have to remember not to forget, or you"ll be the bottom of the cla.s.s. Fancy three Currant Buns on top!"
She stopped short, with her characteristic throaty little laugh, and Dreda glared at her with flashing eyes. It was really extraordinary that anyone so stupid as Maud should so often succeed in hitting upon just the most aggravating thing to say under the circ.u.mstances. Three Currant Buns on top indeed! Life would only be endurable if she herself could seize the leading place, and hold it relentlessly to the end. She would not condescend to reply, and Maud was hurriedly nudged, and poked, and "shoved" into silence by Rowena, who was in an unusually sympathetic mood, realising how she herself would have felt had fate cast her own scholastic lot with that of the Misses Webster.
"Never mind her," she whispered, consolingly, as she followed Dreda upstairs to put on hat and jacket before her departure. "It"s not worth while troubling yourself about Maud"s remarks. It"s impossible to think that any of those girls will get the better of _you_! It"s hateful, of course; but perhaps it may not be quite so hateful as we think--"
"Oh, I don"t mind. I"m resigned! One can only be as miserable as one can. Perhaps I"ll have an accident some day, riding over those rough roads, and then it will all be finished. I don"t mind how soon my life is over!" declared Dreda, harpooning her hat viciously with a pin of murderous length, ornamented at the head by a life-size imitation of a tomato. "But while I _do_ live, I tell you one thing, Rowena, I"ll-- I"ll _hold my own_!"
"I"m sure of that," a.s.sented Rowena, with conviction. "Look here, Dreda, would you like me to drive over with you as well as mother? I could, you know; and it might break the ice!"
"No, no! Father wanted to come, but I begged not. Everything is arranged, and I don"t want people looking on. It will be a _hidjus_ ordeal!"
"Oh, my dear, come! Don"t exaggerate. It"s not so tragic as all that."
"Isn"t it, then? Don"t be so grown-up and horrid! How would _you_ like it yourself, if anyone made the best of your having to teach Maud?"
That one trenchant question was sufficient to reduce Rowena to the depths of silent despair, and the two sisters descended the staircase with aspects equally lugubrious and mournful.
It was not a cheerful send-off, despite all the efforts of the family, who stood shivering in the porch to wave farewells, and call out encouraging prognostications so long as the motor remained in sight.
Dreda drew a big sigh of relief as they turned out of the drive, and spun rapidly along the highway. The necessity for keeping up a part was over, and involuntarily she began softly whistling beneath her breath, for in truth she was by no means so miserable as she had striven to appear.
Novelty was the breath of Dreda"s nostrils. Any novelty to her was better than none, and if the chance of returning to the house had at that moment been vouchsafed, it is doubtful if she would have accepted it at the cost of missing the excitements of the next few hours.
The car spun along strongly, so that the twenty miles" distance was speedily covered, and before Etheldreda was half-way through her dreams it had turned in at a gate, and there before her eyes lay Grey House, a square, pretentious-looking building, with a door in the middle and a stretch of three windows on either side. There, also--oh! thrilling and exciting moment--pressed against the panes of an upper window were a number of round white discs, which must obviously be the faces of pupils watching the advent of the new girl!
Dreda sat up, and throwing back her golden mane, tossed a laughing remark to her mother--the first she had volunteered since leaving home, and showed her white teeth in a determined smile. If she were fated to arrive at all, she would arrive as a conqueror who would be regarded with envy and admiration. Privately, she might consider herself a martyr, but that was not a role in which she chose to appear before other people. She was smiling as she entered the drawing-room after her mother, smiling as Miss Bretherton came forward to greet them, smiling still, a forced, fixed smile, as she listened to the conversation between the two ladies.
"Hope we shall be very happy together--"
("I shan"t. I don"t like you a bit! Scraggy, cross-looking thing!
Your nose looks as if it would cut!")
"...Dreda is fond of society. She will enjoy working with other girls!"
("Shan"t, then! I shall hate it. I should have enjoyed it in Paris.")
"...Beginnings always are a little difficult; but young people _soon_ adapt themselves!"
("It"s easy to talk!")