Bernard Temple and Antonia and that dreadful, sleepy Susy. You are so full of tact and so bright, Annie, that you generally make matters go off fairly well. But to-night there won"t be anyone to stem the current.
Oh, dear, I do trust that Antonia won"t talk _too_ much high art."
As Hester spoke, she looked at her friend with an expression of great anxiety on her face. Under ordinary circ.u.mstances this look would have completely overmastered Annie, who would immediately have yielded up her own wishes to please Hester, but now she remained quite obdurate.
"I am sure you will manage very well," she said, in an almost hard voice for her. "You know, Hetty, you won"t always have me, and you will have Mrs. Bernard Temple and Antonia."
"It is too dreadful," sighed Hester. "When my father thought of marrying again, why did he not think of someone more congenial?"
"I suppose Mrs. Bernard Temple is congenial to him," replied Annie, "and that he doubtless considers of the first importance. After all, Hetty, I"m sure she will let you have your own way in everything, and I don"t really think that Antonia is half bad. If I were you I would try and make friends with her."
"It is not in my nature to make friends easily," replied Hester.
She was standing in her pretty bedroom as she spoke, and Annie was leaning by the open window, swinging her garden hat in her hand.
"Hester," she said, suddenly, "forgive me if I ask you rather a rude question. Is your father a very rich man?"
Hester looked surprised.
"I suppose so," she answered; "to tell the truth, I have never thought about it. Oh, yes, I conclude that he is quite well off."
"But I want him to be more than well off. Is he rich--very rich? so rich that he would not miss a lot of money if he had suddenly to--to lose it?"
"What a very queer question to ask me, Annie," replied Hester. "I am really afraid I cannot reply to it. I think my father must be rich, but I don"t know if he is rich enough to be able to afford to lose a lot of money--I don"t think anyone is rich enough for that."
"Oh, yes, some people are," answered Annie. "Well, good-bye, Hetty, keep up your heart. I"ll be back early to-morrow morning."
"I must get that question of Sir John Thornton"s wealth clearly answered somehow or other," thought Annie, "for there is no manner of use in Antonia stirring up a lot of mischief if there is no money to be found.
I wonder if nursey could help me. I think I"ll just have a word with her before I go to the Towers."
Mrs. Martin was alone when Annie entered the room.
"Well, my dear, and why ain"t you at dinner?" asked the old woman. She was still fond of Annie, whom she invariably spoke of as "a winsome young body," but recent events had soured her considerably, and as she herself expressed it, the keenest pleasure now left to her in life was to "mope and mutter."
"Moping and muttering eases the mind," she said; "it"s a wonderful relief not to have to sit up straight and smiling when you feel crooked and all of a frown."
Accordingly Mrs. Martin received Annie Forest with brief displeasure.
"I have no heart for dinner," said Annie, who took her cue at once from the old woman"s face. "I know you are miserable, Nurse Martin, but you need not look at me so scornfully, for I am trying to mend matters."
"You," exclaimed nurse, "a child like you! Now, Miss Annie, I would try and talk sensibly, I would, really."
"Well, I"m going off to the Towers for the night," said Annie, "and if you weren"t so cross I"d like to say good-bye and give you a kiss before I started."
"Eh, dear," replied nurse, her countenance visibly softening however; "kisses, however sweet they be, don"t heal sore places."
"But you"ll take one, won"t you, nursey?"
"Eh, my bairn, you have a winsome way, but don"t you come canoodling me now, when my heart is like to break about my own dear children; and the young ladies at the Towers, too, in such a muck of trouble."
"Dear nursey," exclaimed Annie; "dear, loving, faithful, true-hearted nursey."
She stroked the old woman"s brow and rubbed her soft cheek against hers.
"Out with it now, my pet," said Nurse Martin. "What is it you want me to do? If it"s the p.a.w.n-shop again--once for all, no, I won"t."
"It isn"t the p.a.w.n-shop," said Annie; "it"s just to ask you a simple question. I asked Hester, but she couldn"t tell me. Is Sir John Thornton a rich man?"
"Is he rich?" echoed nurse; "do you think _she"d_ be after him if he wasn"t?"
"I don"t know. Is he rich, nursey?"
"Yes, he"s rich," replied nurse.
"Very, very rich? Dear Nurse Martin, please say yes."
"He"s rich," replied nurse in an emphatic voice. "He has got his gold and his lands, and not a debt anywhere, and small expenses compared to his means. Yes, he"s rich. More shame to him for taking the money from Miss Hester and Miss Nan to provide a new wife and an outlandish stepdaughter."
"If he lost a lot of money, a great lot, would he be a beggar?" pursued Annie.
"Well, really, Miss Annie, it isn"t for me to say; but I think it would be a very big sum that would beggar Sir John. What are you after, Miss?
I don"t understand you at all."
"I"m thinking of the outlandish stepdaughter," replied Annie.
"Oh, Miss Annie Forest, don"t name her to me. She turns my heart sick.
Its in an asylum she should be. The messes she carries about with her, and the dress she wears, and the whole look of her! It isn"t fit for Miss Hester and Miss Nan to have anything to do with her."
"You don"t know her yet," replied Annie. "She has beautiful thoughts and grand resolves."
"Preserve me from "em," said nurse. "There, now, miss, if you re going, you"d better go. I don"t want to hear anything more about that girl, for lady she ain"t."
"Good-bye, nurse," said Annie. "I am glad you are certain that Sir John Thornton is rich."
"I"d be glad if I was as certain that Miss Hester and Miss Nan were going to be happy," replied the old woman.
Annie blew a kiss to her and ran away.
The task Antonia had set her was quite to her heart. If, in addition to helping the Lorrimers, she could by this means get out of her own sc.r.a.pe, why, so much the better. It was one of Annie"s gifts to be able to discriminate character with great nicety; and while Antonia spoke to her, she acknowledged a sudden respect and even admiration for the power which this queer girl possessed.
It was almost night when Annie set off on her walk across the fields to the Towers. She could not help singing to herself as she skipped lightly over the ground. She felt somehow, she could scarcely tell why, as if a great load had been lifted off her mind. One part of Antonia"s mission she had already accomplished. She had found out from a very trustworthy source that Sir John Thornton was really a rich man. The second half of her task, the discovery of the present address of Squire Lorrimer, would surely not be impossible of fulfilment.
The Lorrimer children were out as usual. Whenever was a Lorrimer within doors, when he or she could be out? When Annie approached they were dismally employed, for Harry had inaugurated weekly meetings of the feud during the remainder of their stay at the Towers; and the children were now dancing solemnly round the bonfire, and repeating the solemn dirge which was to work evil consequences to the new-comers. Harry was spokesman on the occasion. He repeated the words to a sort of chanting air, and all the others repeated them after him with immense unction and smacking of lips. Kitty said afterwards that the dirge made her feel nearly as bloodthirsty as a Red Indian, and Boris openly wished that he could live in a wigwam and wear scalps.
Annie"s appearance on the scene diverted the whole party, and Boris eagerly asked her if she would like to become a member of the feud.
"I would immensely," replied Annie; "but it wouldn"t be of any use, as I"m not a Lorrimer."
"I could marry you, and then you"d be one," said Boris, looking up at her with a great shining light in his eyes.