"Good gracious, no; they are a depressing set."
"Then that"s what county people are, so why should you kill yourself to be one of them? Aren"t you going to write to your father to tell him what you think of the Towers?"
"Shall I?"
"I would if I were you. You might suggest----"
"Yes; do you think it would be any use?"
"There is no saying--it"s your own affair. If you choose to die of _ennui_, don"t tell me that I haven"t warned you. Now I see you are wide awake, so you may dry your hair and get up."
"Oh, dear, oh, dear," sighed Susy after Antonia had swung herself out of the room, "I"m chilled to the bone and every sc.r.a.p of spirit taken out of me. I hate that awful Towers--_why_ did father buy it?"
One of Antonia"s great ideas was on all occasions to strike while the iron is hot. It was her plan to leap over obstacles or to push them vigorously aside. She had no respect for people"s corns. Their preconceived prejudices were nothing to her. Having succeeded in disturbing Susy, she now went straight to her mother"s room. Mrs.
Bernard Temple was seated in an easy chair by the open window, enjoying a quiet ten minutes for thought and rest before It was time for her to dress for dinner. Pinkerton was moving about putting the different accessories for her mistress"s toilet in order. Antonia pushed her almost rudely aside as she swept across the room.
"Go away, Pinkerton," she said, "I want to speak to mother by herself."
"Oh, really, not at present, Antonia," said Mrs. Bernard Temple, with a look of alarm spreading over her high-cla.s.s features. "I have gone through a great deal to-day and am quite tired, and I shall have to begin to dress for dinner in a few minutes. Sir John is very particular about my appearance, and I wish Pinkerton to try the effect of arranging my hair in a new manner. I thought, Pinkerton, that you might pile it up high on a sort of cushion--it has a very old-picture effect."
"You ought to wear a cap," said Antonia, standing in front of her parent; "it would be much more suitable and appropriate, and would save you a lot of trouble."
"A cap!" almost screamed Mrs. Bernard Temple. "To hear you speak, Antonia, one would think that I was advanced in years."
"As it"s only I who think that, it doesn"t matter, mother," said Antonia. "You shall wear your hair any way you please, only I really must have a little talk with you first. The sooner I begin my talk the sooner it will be over, so please go away at once, Pinkerton."
Pinkerton knew Antonia too well to dream of disobeying her. She left the room, slamming the door behind her, and Mrs. Bernard Temple looked up at her resolute daughter with a frown between her brows.
"Now, out with it, whatever it is," she said. "You have got something at the back of your head, and you can say it in ten words as well as twenty. What do you want me to do?"
"You have great influence with Sir John Thornton, haven"t you, mother?"
asked Antonia, kneeling down as she spoke by the open window, and leaning one pointed elbow on the sill. Mrs. Bernard Temple permitted herself to smile agreeably.
"A man"s _fiancee_ has generally influence over him," she said in a sentimental voice.
"That"s what I thought," said Antonia. "I"ll never be anybody"s _fiancee_--the mere thought would make me ill--but that"s neither here nor there. Granted that you have influence over Sir John, I want you to use it in my way--now, do you understand?"
"Really, Antonia, really,"--Mrs. Bernard Temple looked quite alarmed--"Sir John cannot bear erratic people, he tells me so from morning to night. I am afraid you have managed to displease him very seriously, my dear. When you spilt your tea in the garden this evening, he acknowledged, when I pressed him on the subject, that it gave him quite a sense of nausea. You see, Antonia, how careful you ought to be.
The comforts of the home I have provided for you may be jeopardised if you are too erratic. You know I did not wish you to come to the Grange until after my wedding. The fact is, Sir John is very much annoyed about you. He has spoken to me most seriously on the subject of your extraordinary manners, and has asked me why I permit you to do the things you do. When I tell him that I have not the smallest sc.r.a.p of influence over you, he simply does not believe me; and then he has such an aggravating way of drawing comparisons between you and that icy-mannered girl, Hester."
"Oh, I"m not a patch upon Hester," said Antonia; "she is a very nice, well-bred, English young lady. I"m Bohemian of the Bohemians. I"m n.o.body--n.o.body at all. I extinguish myself at the shrine of great Art.
I love to extinguish myself. I adore being a shadow."
"I think, Antonia, you are quite mad."
"Think it away, my dearest mother, only grant my request; influence Sir John in my way."
"Oh, you terrible, terrible child! Well, what do you want me to do?"
"Now you"re becoming reasonable," said Antonia, "and I really won"t keep you from your hair a moment longer than I can help. I went to the Towers this morning, mother; it"s really a heavenly old place; quite steeped in the best sort of mediaeval art. In the house, old china and low ceilings; out of doors, nature untrammelled. Think of a place like the Towers in the possession of Susy Drummond and her father, the ex-coal-merchant.
Mother, it is not to be."
"My dear Antonia, I can"t listen to you another moment." Mrs. Bernard Temple rose as she spoke. "Pinkerton, come at once," she called.
Pinkerton turned the handle of the door.
"Go away, Pinkerton!" shouted Antonia. "Now, mother, sit down; there"s oceans of time."
"Really, really, my dear! Oh, what a trial one"s children sometimes are.
The Drummonds have bought the Towers. The whole thing is an accomplished fact."
"It is not too late," pursued Antonia. "I have been giving a spice of my mind to Susy, and she hates and detests the place, and will do what she can to get her father to back out of his bargain. Well, the Lorrimers are almost dying at the thought of going. The ugly duckling told me the whole story to-day, and I never listened to anything more piteous; and Squire Lorrimer is hiding in London because of his poor feelings. In short, the moment for strong measures has arrived; and if you won"t speak to Sir John, I will."
Mrs. Bernard Temple turned white.
"If _you_ speak to him, Antonia," she said, "he will break off the match, and we shall be ruined--ruined."
"Very well, mother; you must have a conversation with him. One or other of us must have it, that is certain."
"Oh, you most terrible child! What am I to say to him?"
"Say this, and say it firmly. Say that you won"t marry him unless he goes to see Squire Lorrimer, and makes an arrangement to lend him sufficient money to stay on at the Towers. The Drummonds will be delighted to get out of their bargain, and the Lorrimers will be saved.
That"s the plan of campaign. Either I undertake to see it through, mother, or you do. Now, which is it to be?"
"You must give me until to-morrow morning to think over your wild words.
Really, my poor head is splitting."
Antonia went up and kissed her mother.
"You can come now, Pinkerton," she called out.
CHAPTER XXV.
MOLLY"S SORROW.
Hester was a good deal astonished that same day, when, just before dinner, Annie Forest came up to her with a request.
"I don"t want to dine here to-night," she said. "I want to go to the Towers to have a good long talk with Molly."
"But, really, Annie," replied Hester, "is it necessary for you to go to-night? I did not know--I mean I did not think that--that you and Molly----"
"That we were special friends?" interrupted Annie. "Oh, yes, we are quite friendly enough for the little talk I mean to have. You"ll spare me, won"t you, Hetty, and if Molly offers me a bed, I"ll sleep there and be back quite early in the morning."
"I can"t refuse you, of course," said Hester, "but that won"t prevent my missing you. It will be rather a dreadful dinner party, with only Mrs.