"Always coming when he is not wanted," exclaimed Anne crossly. "I shall not say a word to him; or if I do, I will be abominably rude."
Quite unconscious of what was awaiting him Mr. Hall advanced, and said good humouredly,
"I have been thinking Miss Anne, where we shall go to-morrow for the walk you have so kindly threatened me with."
"It will most likely pour in torrents," replied she.
"I do not antic.i.p.ate it, the gla.s.s is rising, so there is every prospect of our walk coming off; and if I might be allowed to choose, I know of a very lovely one, even in winter time."
"That is impossible," said she sharply, "everything looks cold and bleak."
"Not while the snow remains in the branches of the trees; even then the Oak Glen can never look ugly; the large rocks prevent that."
"The Oak Glen! Oh, pray do not trouble yourself to take me there; I will lead you blind-fold." That will settle him, thought she.
But no, Mr. Hall was not to be defeated in that style, and went on again quite unconcernedly.
"You have sketched it, perhaps. It would make a lovely painting."
"I do not paint; that is to say only caricatures of people that make themselves ridiculous." That must finish him, thought she, as Julia gave her dress a slight pull.
But Mr. Hall had not the slightest idea of leaving, and seemed as though he heard not; and quite out of temper Anne said;
"What are you pulling at my dress for, Julia? I think she has a secret to tell me Mr. Hall, so you really must go away."
"I dare say it will keep until to-morrow," replied the impenetrable Mr.
Hall; "young ladies never have any very serious secrets."
"You are quite right, Mr. Hall," said Julia, "my secret will keep very well until to-morrow."
"What a wretch he is!" thought Anne, tapping her tiny foot impatiently on the ground; "Isabella will have finished that song soon, and then it will be too late. How tiresome I cannot get rid of him, when every moment is so precious."
"Mr. Hall," said she aloud, "If Julia"s secret will keep, mine will not; and since you are determined to remain here, why you must be a sharer in it; there is no help for it."
"By all means," replied he, coolly, "I am all attention."
"You will only hear part of it; but men are so curious, I dare say you will soon ferret out the rest. Can I trust you?"
"Of course. It is only the fair s.e.x that are not to be trusted."
"I have no time to quarrel with you, or I would resent such a rude speech. Now will you attend, please. I am going to ask you to help me--that is if you will."
"Certainly I will. I am all attention."
"I am desirous of leaving the room without Miss Strickland"s knowledge; can you help me to manage it?"
"Is that all? You shall see."
He went over to where Frances still stood by the piano; with huge, ungainly strides, as though a newly ploughed field was under his feet, instead of the soft velvet carpet.
"What an awkward bear he is!" said Anne to her sister, as she watched him; "I shall give him a hint to get drilled, or become a volunteer parson, he would be sure to shoot himself the very first time he handled a rifle; do only look at him Mag, he is like a large tub rolling along."
"Do not abuse him Anne, see how quickly he has done what you wished; I am sure he deserves praise for that."
"I wish he always would do what I wish; and then I should not be tormented with him so often," replied Anne.
CHAPTER XI.
THE MEETING IN THE SCHOOL-ROOM.
Thus, when I felt the force of love, When all the pa.s.sion fill"d my breast,-- When, trembling, with the storm I strove, And pray"d, but vainly pray"d, for rest; "Twas tempest all, a dreadful strife For ease, for joy, for more than life: "Twas every hour to groan and sigh In grief, in fear, in jealousy.
CRABBE.
Frances did not look very well pleased when she saw Mr. Hall advancing; in fact turned away her head almost rudely, so that any very timid man would have taken the hint and retreated.
But Mr. Hall, however simple he looked, was not timid; he had a way of always carrying his point. That strong unflinching will of his would have subdued a much more formidable enemy than a proud, weak woman. I say weak, because when a woman gives way to or does not strive against any besetting sin, she lays herself open to attack, and is easily wounded when that most palpable fault is a.s.sailed. So it was with Frances.
Her mother and Mrs. Bennet were sisters, the first had married a rich merchant, the other a comparatively poor man, whose five daughters did not conduce to enrich him, however much they might his family fireside.
Mrs. Linchmore"s mother was an elder sister, she had died young leaving her only child to the care, as has been seen, of Mrs. Elrington. Frances and Mrs. Linchmore somewhat resembled one another. The same haughty look, and at times, scornful expression appeared in both, but with this difference, that the former could command hers at will almost, while the latter was either not so well versed in the art of concealment or scorned to use means to prevent its being visible.
They were both rich. Riches do not of necessity bring pride, although they in a great measure foster and increase it. They make the seeds bear fruit which otherwise would remain dormant for ever, and Frances being an only daughter had been early taught to believe she was a magnet, towards which all hearts would turn, and that wealth was necessary to happiness, while her cousins the Bennets were quoted as examples of poverty, until she thoroughly learnt to despise and pity them, believing in her ignorance that they and all must envy her and her parents wealth.
Mr. Hall, in her ideas, was a poor simpleton almost beneath her regard, and she would have taken no notice of him had it not been for his admiration of Anne. She could not bear another should receive worship while she was present. He was simply a being to be made useful, as in the instance of the skein of wool; though that little episode had in some slight measure induced her to think he was not quite such a Simon Pure as he looked, and although Mr. Hall on this occasion really exerted himself to be agreeable, the tangled ma.s.s lying in the sofa table drawer, was too recent an injury to be easily forgotten; and he only received monosyllables in reply to his remarks.
But he was not to be defeated. Anne had asked him to help her, and help her he would; so notwithstanding Frances" ungraciousness he talked on, and so engrossed her attention that he soon had the satisfaction of watching Anne"s un.o.bserved escape from the room, and of thinking that perhaps she would like him a little better for his clever management.
Alas! Anne had far too much curiosity to think of anything but gratifying that. Until that had been satisfied not a thought had she for anything else. Her inquisitiveness was as great almost as Frances"
pride. There never was a plot concocted at home, or a pleasure planned as a surprise for her, but she had found out all about it before it was in a fair way of completion. Her sisters were constantly foreboding sc.r.a.pes and troubles for her, but nothing as in this instance daunted her. She would not be baffled. She guessed from Frances" face that something had annoyed her; that trouble was in consequence in store for some one, and she was resolved to find out what that something was.
As she stood outside in the hall, she saw at a glance Frances" ghosts, and ever impulsive, was beside them in a moment.
"Good evening, Charles. There are at least a dozen cousins in there,"
and she pointed in the direction of the drawing-room, "waiting to say the same to you."
"Then let them wait, until I have warned and nerved myself to encounter such an immense array of females."
"Most men would have been roasted in less time; but you have had very pleasant company," and she glanced at Amy, "to perform your deed of martyrdom in."
"I had a cold ride," replied he drily, "and only arrived a short time ago from the Brampton Station."
"In these fast days even the clocks are somehow in the fashion, and go faster than they did formerly. I remember when I used to think half-an-hour an awful long time to wait for anybody, and I suspect Mrs. Linchmore"s patience is fast evaporating."
"Nonsense! How should she know I have arrived?"