We reached Treluan the afternoon of the next day. It was a dull day unfortunately, though the very middle of summer--rainy and gray. Of course every one knows that there"s much weather of that kind in the west country, but no doubt it added to the impression of gloom with which the first sight of the old house struck me, I must confess.
Gloom, perhaps, is hardly the word to use; it was more a feeling of desertedness, almost of decayed grandeur, quite unlike anything I had ever seen before. For in my former place everything had been bright and new, fresh and perfect of its kind. Afterwards, when I came to see into things better, I found there was no neglect or mismanagement; everything that _could_ be done was done by Sir Hulbert outside, and my lady in her own department--uphill and trying work though it must often have been for them.
But that first evening, when I looked round the great lofty hall into which my lady had led the way, dusky and dim already with the rain pattering against the high arched windows and a chilly feeling in the air, the half dozen servants or so, who had come out to meet us--evidently the whole establishment--standing round, I must own that in spite of the children"s eager excitement and delight at finding themselves at home again, my heart went down. I did feel so very far away from home and father and mother, and everything I had ever known. The first thing to cheer me was when the old housekeeper--cook-housekeeper she really was--Mrs. Brent, came forward after speaking to my lady, and shook me kindly by the hand.
"Welcome to Treluan, Nurse Heatherdale," she said. And here I should explain that as there was already a Martha in the house, my lady had expressed her wish that I should be called "nurse," or "Heatherdale,"
from which came my name of "Heather," that I have always been called by.
"Welcome to Treluan, and don"t go for to think that it"s always as dull as you see it just now, as like as not to-morrow will be bright and sunny."
She was a homely-looking body with a very kind face, not Cornish bred I found afterwards, though she had lived there many years. Something about her made me think of mother, and I felt the tears rise to my eyes, though no one saw.
"Shall I show nurse the way upstairs, my lady?" she said. For Mrs. Brent was like her looks, simple and friendly like. She had never known Treluan in its grand days of course, though she had known it when things were a good deal easier than at present; and that evening, when the children were asleep, she came up to sit with me a bit, and, though with perfect respect to her master and mistress and no love of gossip in her talk (for of that she was quite free), she explained to me a few things which already had puzzled me a little. No praise was too high for Sir Hulbert with her, and my lady was a really good, high-minded woman. "But she takes her troubles too heavy," said Mrs. Brent; "she"s like to break her heart at having no son of her own, and that and other things make her not show her best self to poor little Master Francis, though, considering he"s been here since he was four, "tis a wonder he doesn"t seem to her like a child of her own. And Sir Hulbert feels it; it"s a real grief to him, for he loved Master Francis"s father dearly through all the troubles he caused them, and anyway "tis not fair to visit the father"s sin on the innocent child."
Then she told me how Master Francis"s father had made things worse by his extravagance, half-breaking his young wife"s heart and leaving debts behind him, when he was killed by an accident; and that Sir Hulbert, for the honour of the family, had taken these debts upon himself.
"His wife was a pretty young creature, half a foreigner. Sir Hulbert had her brought here with the boy, and here she died, not long before Miss Lalage was born, and so, failing a son, Master Francis is the heir, and a sweet, good young gentleman he is, though nothing as to looks. "Tis a pity he"s so shy and timid in his ways; it gives my lady the idea he"s not straightforward, though that I"m very sure he is, and most affectionate at heart, though he hasn"t the knack of showing it."
"Except to Miss Lally, I should say," I put in; "how those two do cling together, to be sure."
"He loves them all dearly, my lady too, though he"s frightened of her.
Miss Lally"s the one he"s most at home with, because she"s so little, and none of Miss Bess"s masterful ways about her. Poor dear Miss Lally, many"s the trouble she"s got into for Master Francis"s sake."
All this was very interesting to me, and helped to clear my mind in some ways from the first, which was, I take it, a good thing. Mrs. Brent said little about Sharp, but I could see she had not approved of her; and she was so kind as to add some words about myself, and feeling sure I would make the children happy, especially the two whom it was easy to see were her own favourites, Miss Lally and her cousin. This made me feel the more earnest to do my very best in every way for the young creatures under my care.
CHAPTER IV
A NURSERY TEA
Writing down that talk with good Mrs. Brent made me put aside the account of our arrival at Treluan, clearly though I remember it. Even to this day I never go up the great staircase--of course it is not often that I pa.s.s that way--without recalling the feelings with which I stepped up it for the first time--Mrs. Brent in front, carrying a small hand-lamp, the pa.s.sages being so dark, though it was still early in the evening; the children running on before me, except Miss Baby, who was rather sleepy and very cross, poor dear, so that half way up I had to lift her in my arms. All up the dark wainscoted walls, dead and gone Penroses looked down upon us, in every sort of ancient costume. They used to give me a half eerie feeling till I got to know them better and to take a certain pride in them, feeling myself, as I came to do, almost like one of the family, though in a humble way.
At the top of the great staircase we pa.s.sed along the gallery, which runs right across one side of the hall below; then through a door on the right and down a long pa.s.sage ending in a small landing, from which a back staircase ran down again to the ground floor. The nurseries in those days were the two large rooms beyond, now turned into a billiard-room, my present lady thinking them scarcely warm enough for the winter. It is handy too to have the billiard-room near the tower, where the smoking-room now is, and the spare rooms for gentlemen-visitors. A door close beside the nurseries opened on to the tower stair; some little way up this stair another door leads into the two or three big attics over the nurseries, which the children used as playrooms in the wet weather. Master Francis"s room was the lowest door on the tower staircase, half way as it were, as to level, between the nurseries and the attics. The ground-floor rooms of the tower were entered from below, as the separate staircase only began from the nursery floor. All these particulars, of course, I learnt by degrees, having but a very general idea of things that first night; but plans of houses and buildings have always had an interest for me, and as a girl I think I had a quick eye for sizes and proportions. I do remember the first time I saw the ground-floor room of the tower, under Master Francis"s, so to say, wondering to myself how it came to be so low in the ceiling, seeing that the floor of his room was several feet higher than that of the nurseries. No doubt others would have been struck by this also, had the lowest room in the tower been one in regular use, but as long as any one could remember it had only been a sort of lumber-room. It was only by accident that I went into it one day, months after I had come to Treluan.
The nurseries were nice airy rooms; the schoolroom was underneath the day nursery, down on the ground floor; and Miss Bess"s room was off the little landing I spoke of before you came to the nursery pa.s.sage. But all seemed dim and dusky in the half light, that first evening. It was long before the days of gas, of course, except in towns, though that, I am told, is now thought nothing of compared to this new electric light, which Sir Bevil is thinking of establishing here, to be made on the premises in some wonderful way. And even lamps at that time were very different from what they are now, when every time my lady goes up to town she brings back some beautiful new invention for turning night into day.
I was glad, I remember, June though it was, to see a bright fire in the nursery grate--Mrs. Brent was always thoughtful--and the tea laid out nice and tidy on the table. Miss Baby brightened up at sight of it, and the others gathered round to see what good things the housekeeper had provided for them by way of welcome home.
"I hope there"s some clotted cream," said Miss Bess; "yes, that"s right!
Nurse has never seen it before, I"m sure. Fancy, Mrs. Brent, mamma says the silly people in London call it Devonshire cream, and I"m sure it"s far more Cornish. And honey and some of your own little scones and saffron cakes, that is nice! Mayn"t we have tea immediately?"
"I must wash my hands," said Master Francis, "they did get so black in the carriage."
"And mine too," said Miss Lally. "Oh, nurse, mayn"t Francis wash his for once in the night nursery, to be quick?"
"Why didn"t you both keep your gloves on, you dirty children?" said Miss Bess in her masterful way. "My hands are as clean as clean, and of course Francis mustn"t begin muddling in the nursery. You"d never have asked Sharp that, Lally. It"s just the sort of thing mamma doesn"t like.
I shall take my things off in my own room at once." And she marched to the door as she spoke, stopping for a moment on the way to say to me--"Heatherdale, you"ll come into my room, won"t you, as soon as ever you can, to talk about the new chair-covers?"
"I won"t forget about them, Miss Bess," I said quietly; "but for a few days I am sure to be busy, unpacking and looking over the things that were left here."
The child said nothing more, but I saw by the lift of her head that she was not altogether pleased.
"Now Master Francis," I went on, "perhaps you had better run off to your own room to wash your hands. It"s always best to keep to regular ways."
The boy obeyed at once. I had, to tell the truth, been on the point of letting him do as Miss Lally had wanted, but Miss Bess"s speech had given me a hint, though I was not sorry for her not to have seen it. I should be showing Master Francis no true kindness to begin by any look of spoiling him, and I saw by a little smile on Mrs. Brent"s face that she thought me wise, even though it was not till later in the evening that I had the long talk with her that I have already mentioned.
Our tea was bright and cheery, Miss Baby"s spirits returned, and she kept us all laughing by her funny little speeches. My lady came in when we had nearly finished, just to see how all the children were--perhaps too, for she was full of kind thoughtfulness, to make me feel myself more at home. She sat down in the chair by the fire, with a little sigh, and I was sorry to see the anxious, hara.s.sed look on her beautiful face.
"You all look very comfortable," she said; "please give me a cup of tea, nurse. I found such a lot of things to do immediately, that I"ve not had time to think of tea yet, and poor Sir Hulbert is off in the rain to see about some broken fences. Oh dear! what a contrary world it seems," she added half laughingly.
"How did the fences get broken, mamma?" said Miss Bess; "and why didn"t Garth get them mended at once without waiting to tease papa the moment he got home?"
"Some cattle got wild and broke them, and if they are not put right at once, more damage may be done. But all these repairs are expensive. It only happened two days ago; poor Garth was obliged to tell papa before doing it. Dear me," she said again, "it really does seem sometimes as if money would put everything in life right."
"Oh! my lady," I exclaimed hastily, and then I got red with shame at my forwardness and stopped short. I felt very sorry for her; the one thought seemed never out of her mind, and bid fair to poison her happy home. I felt too that it was scarcely the sort of talk for the children to hear, Miss Bess being already in some ways so old for her years, and the two others scarce as light-hearted as they should have been.
My lady smiled at me.
"Say on, Heatherdale; I"d like to hear what you think about it."
I felt my face getting still redder, but I had brought it on myself.
"It was only, my lady," I began, "that it seems to me that there are so many troubles worse than want of money. There"s my last lady"s sister, for instance, Mrs. Vernon,--everything in the world has she that money can give, but she"s lost all her babies, one after the other, and she"s just heart-broken. Then there"s young Lady Mildred Parry, whose parents own the finest place near my home, and she"s their only child; but she had a fall from her horse two years ago and her back is injured for life; she often drives past our cottage, lying all stretched-out-like, in a carriage made on purpose."
My lady was silent. Suddenly, to my surprise, Master Francis looked up quickly.
"I don"t think I"d mind that so very much," he said, "not if my back didn"t hurt badly. I think it would be better than walking with your leg always aching, and I daresay everybody loves that girl dreadfully."
He stopped as suddenly as he had begun, giving a quick frightened glance round, and growing not red but still paler than usual, as was his way.
"Poor little Francie," said Miss Lally, stretching her little hand out to him and looking half ready to cry.
"Don"t be silly, Lally; if Francis"s leg hurts him he has only to say so, and it will be attended to as it has always been. If everybody loves that young Lady Mildred, no doubt it is because she is sweet and loving _to_ everybody."
Then she grew silent again and seemed to be thinking.
"You are right, nurse," she said. "I am very grateful when I see my dear children all well and happy."
"And _good_," added Miss Bess with her little toss of the head.
"Well, yes, of course," said her mother smiling. It was seldom, if ever, Miss Bess was pulled up for anything she took it into her head to say, whether called for or not.
"But," my lady went on in a lower voice, turning to me, as if she hardly wished the children to hear, "want of money isn"t my only, nor indeed my worst trouble.--I must go," and she got up as she spoke; "there are twenty things waiting for me to attend to downstairs. Good-night, children dear; I"ll come up and peep at you in bed if I possibly can, but I"m not sure if I shall be able. If not, nurse must do instead of me for to-night," and she turned towards the door, moving in the quick graceful way she always did.
"Franz!" said Miss Bess reprovingly; the poor boy was already getting off his chair, but he was too late to open the door. I doubt if his aunt noticed his moving at all.
"You"re always so slow and clumsy," said his eldest cousin. The words sounded unkind, but it was greatly that Miss Bess wanted him to please her mamma, for the child had an excellent heart.