"I shall not be in the least tired; I like reading. Shall I begin?"
Miss Tremlow fidgeted and moved restlessly among the cushions, and then said wearily--
"Do you know, my dear, I think it will be too much for me; I feel so tired with the exertion of getting up."
The book was instantly closed, Miss Tremlow feeling quite relieved when it was laid down.
"You are not vexed, Miss Neville, I hope. Your reading has been such a treat to me, when otherwise I should have been so dull and stupid."
"Indeed, no, it has been quite a pleasure to me; but you do look weary and tired. Shall I pour you out a gla.s.s of wine?"
"No, my dear, no; there is not the slightest occasion for it. And now let us talk of something else; you shall tell me all about the visitors, so that they may not be quite strangers to me when we meet."
"I have not seen any of them, except Mrs. Bennet and her daughters, and Mrs. Strickland and hers."
"But you go down of an evening, and surely there are other visitors."
"I always used to spend my evenings with Mrs. Linchmore; but within the last week I have remained upstairs, thinking I should be sent for if wanted, and as no enquiries have been made, I conclude my absence is not noticed; or if noticed I am only doing what is usual in such cases."
"Mrs. Linchmore is very foolish, and ought to have you down; you are too pretty and young to be allowed to mope upstairs by yourself. You may smile, but youth does not last for ever; it too soon fades away, and then you will become a useless, fidgetty old maid, like myself; no one to love or care for you, and all those who ought to love and take care of you wishing you dead, that they may quarrel for the little money you leave behind."
"But I have very few distant relations, and those I have do not love or care for me."
"More reason why you should have a husband who would do both; but that will come soon enough, I have no doubt. In the meantime you seem very young to have the care of these three girls, the youngest a perfect torment, if I remember aright; so spoilt and humoured."
"I am nearly nineteen," replied Amy.
"Too young to be sent out into this cold world all alone; but your mother has, of course, advised you for the best."
"Yes, she gave me her advice; and love, and blessing, as well; the latter was highly prized, but the first I did not follow. She did not wish me to be a governess, but advised me strongly against it; still I cannot think I have done wrong," added Amy, answering the enquiring look Miss Tremlow bent on her. "Because--because--Oh! it would take too long a time to tell you all I think, and you are weary already."
"Not so," and she took Amy"s hand in hers. "I am interested in my kind young friend, so shall prove a good listener, though perhaps I am too tired to talk; so tell me your history, and all about yourself and those you love."
Yet Amy sat silent, so that Miss Tremlow, who watched her, was troubled, and added hastily, "never mind, my dear, I am sorry I asked you. It was foolish and thoughtless of me."
"No, indeed, Miss Tremlow; it is I who am foolish; mine is but the history of an every day life. There is little to tell, but what happens, or might happen, to anyone; still less to conceal."
And Amy drew her chair closer still, and with faltering voice began the history of her earlier years. A sad tale it was though she glanced but slightly at her father"s extravagance; but to speak of her mother"s patience, long suffering, and forbearance through it all, she wearied not, forgetting that as she did so her father"s conduct stood out in all its worst light, so that when she had finished Miss Tremlow exclaimed hastily--
"He must, nay, was a bold, bad man, not worthy of such a wife! It"s a mercy he is dead, or worse might have happened."
"Do not say that, Miss Tremlow; my mother loved him so dearly."
"That is the very reason why I cannot excuse him; no woman would; but there now I have pained you again, and quite unintentionally; so please read to me, and then there will be no chance of my getting into another sc.r.a.pe, because I must hold my tongue, and I find that no very easy task now, I can a.s.sure you."
Amy silently took up the book she had previously laid down, but had scarcely read three pages when the door opened, and in walked Julia with a gla.s.s of jelly in her hand.
"I have been looking for you everywhere, Miss Tremlow," she said.
"Why did you not come here? Had you forgotten I was ill?"
"Certainly not, witness this gla.s.s of jelly; but your room was the last place in the world I thought of looking for you in, considering I made you promise you would rouse yourself, and go below."
"I wish I could rouse myself," sighed Miss Tremlow, "but I am not equal to it, or to go down stairs amongst so many strangers."
"Not equal to it? All stuff! You never will feel equal to either that, or anything else, if you remain much longer shut up in this close room; you will make yourself really ill; and now please to drink this gla.s.s of wine, but first eat the jelly, and see how you feel after that."
"I will drink the wine my dear, but I could not touch the jelly. I do really think it is the fourth gla.s.s you have brought me to-day, and--no, I could not touch it."
"Well, you must take your choice between this, and some beef tea. Will you toss up, as the boys do, which it shall be?"
"No, no; I"ll have nothing to do with the tossing. I suppose I must take the jelly," and she sighed as she contemplated it.
"Yes, and eat it too, and hate me into the bargain; when I do it entirely for your good, because as long as you remain up here, and complain of weakness, you must be dosed, and treated as an invalid, and made to take strengthening things; so be thankful you have two such nurses as Miss Neville and myself; one to talk and recount your pains and aches to; and the other to insist upon rousing, and making you well, whether you will or no, by forcing you to take and eat what is good for you, and scolding you into the bargain when you require it, which is nearly every day. Now, I am sure you are better after the jelly?"
continued she, taking the empty gla.s.s from her hand.
"It is of no use saying I am not," replied Miss Tremlow wearily.
"Not the slightest," said Julia, sitting down by Amy. "Why, you don"t mean to say that Miss Neville has been reading to you?" and she took the book off Amy"s lap, where it had lain forgotten. "After all my injunctions, and your promises."
Miss Tremlow looked somewhat abashed.
"You really ought to be ashamed of yourself; as for Miss Neville, she looks f.a.gged to death; for goodness sake go out and take a walk, and try and get a little colour into your cheeks, or there will be jelly and beef tea for you to-morrow," and Julia laughed merrily. "And now," she added, addressing Miss Tremlow, as Amy left the room, "Why did you allow her to read? Did I not tell you it was bad for her; and that, not being strong, the air of this close, hot room, is too much for her."
"Do not scold, or go on at such a rate, my dear; I really am not strong enough to bear it. I did refuse to hear the reading; but in the course of conversation I made an unfortunate remark, and she looked so pained, that to get out of the sc.r.a.pe I asked her to read; but she had scarcely opened the book when you entered."
"Never mind how long she read, you disobeyed orders; so as a punishment, I shall put you to bed; and then I will read the whole book to you if you like."
Miss Tremlow was delighted; she really was beginning to feel sadly tired, and in no humour for Julia"s chattering, so submitted without a murmur; fervently hoping Julia would not persevere in the reading, or that some one else in the house might be taken ill, and receive the half of Julia"s attentions.
As Amy quitted Miss Tremlow"s room, she almost fell over f.a.n.n.y, who came bounding down the corridor, never heeding or looking where she went.
f.a.n.n.y never walked; her steps, like her spirits, were always elastic.
Amy"s lectures availed nothing in that respect. Her movements were never slow--never would be--everything she did was done hastily, and seldom well done; half a message would be forgotten, her lessons only imperfectly said, because never thoroughly learnt.
"Of course it is f.a.n.n.y," said Amy, turning to help up the prostrate child. "Have you hurt yourself, and why will you always be in such a hurry?"
"I was right, though, this time, Miss Neville," said the child, rising, "because Miss Bennet told me you were going out as soon as she came in, and Mamma wants you; so you see I am only just in time to catch you, because you are going out, you know."
"You would have plenty of time had you walked, instead of running in that mad way. I am not yet dressed for walking. Are you hurt, child?"
"Oh, no, Miss Neville, not a bit. I think I have torn my frock, though.
Isn"t it tiresome? Only look!"--and she held up one of the flounces, nearly half off the skirt.
"I do not see how you could expect it to be otherwise. It must be mended before you go to bed, f.a.n.n.y."
"Yes, Miss Neville; I suppose it must. Oh, dear! my fingers are always sewing and mending. I wish Mamma would not have my dresses made with flounces."
"You would still tear them, f.a.n.n.y."