She managed to close the door on her, and her countenance cleared as she heard her daughter open the hall door and pa.s.s out. Standing well back in the room, she watched her to the gate, uttering a sharp exclamation of annoyance as Cecilia, with a woebegone shake of the head, turned and came up the path again. A loud tap at the window and a shake of the head were necessary to drive her off.
Mrs. Willett gave her a few minutes" start, and then, in a state of extraordinary excitement, went upstairs and, with fingers trembling with haste, put on her bonnet and cape.
"You"re not going out alone at this time o" the morning, ma"am?" said the old servant, as she came down again.
"Just as far as the corner, Martha," said the old lady, craftily.
"I"d better come with you," said the other.
"Certainly not," said Mrs. Willett. "I"m quite strong this morning. Go on with your stoves."
She took up her stick and, opening the door, astonished Martha by her nimbleness. At the gate she looked right and left, and for the first time in her life felt that there were too many churches in Salthaven.
For several reasons, the chief being that Cecilia"s father lay in the churchyard, she decided to try St. Peter"s first, and, having procured a cab at the end of the road, instructed the cabman to drive to within fifty yards of the building and wait for her.
The church was open, and a peep through the swing-doors showed her a small group standing before the altar. With her hand on her side she hobbled up the stone steps to the gallery, and, helping herself along by the sides of the pews, entered the end one of them all and sank exhausted on the cushions.
The service had just commenced, and the voice of the minister sounded with unusual loudness in the empty church. Mr. Truefitt and Miss Willett stood before him like culprits, Mr. Truefitt glancing round uneasily several times as the service proceeded. Twice the old lavender-coloured bonnet that was projecting over the side of the gallery drew back in alarm, and twice its owner held her breath and rated herself sternly for her venturesomeness. She did not look over again until she heard a little clatter of steps proceeding to the vestry, and then, with a hasty glance round, slipped out of the pew and made her way downstairs and out of the church.
Her strength was nearly spent, but the cabman was on the watch, and, driving up to the entrance, climbed down and bundled her into the cab.
The drive was all too short for her to compose herself as she would have liked, and she met the accusatory glance of Martha with but little of her old spirit.
"I went a little too far," she said, feebly, as the servant helped her to the door.
"What did I tell you?" demanded the other, and placing her in her chair removed her bonnet and cape, and stood regarding her with sour disapproval.
"I"m getting better," said the old lady, stoutly.
"I"m getting my breath back again. I-I think I"ll have a gla.s.s of wine."
"Yes, "m," said Martha, moving off. "The red-currant?"
"Red-currant!" said Mrs. Willett, sharply. "Red-currant! Certainly not.
The port."
Martha disappeared, marvelling, to return a minute or two later with the wine and a gla.s.s on a tray. Mrs. Willett filled her gla.s.s and, whispering a toast to herself, half emptied it.
"Martha!" she said, looking round with a smile.
"Ma"am!"
"If you like to go and get a gla.s.s you can have a little drop yourself."
She turned and took up her gla.s.s again, and, starting nervously, nearly let it fall as a loud crash sounded outside. The bewildered Martha had fallen downstairs.
CHAPTER XXII
JOAN HARTLEY did not realize the full consequences of her departure from the truth until the actual arrival of the Trimblett family, which, piloted by Mr. Hartley, made a triumphant appearance in a couple of station cabs. The roofs were piled high with luggage, and the leading cabman shared his seat with a bra.s.s-bound trunk of huge dimensions and extremely sharp corners.
A short, st.u.r.dy girl of seventeen jumped out as soon as the vehicles came to a halt, and, taking her stand on the curb, proceeded to superintend the unloading. A succession of hasty directions to the leading cabman, one of the most docile of men, ended in the performance of a marvellous piece of jugglery with the big trunk, which he first balanced for an infinitesimal period of time on his nose, and then caught with his big toe.
"What did you do that for?" demanded Miss Trimblett, hotly.
There is a limit to the patience of every man, and the cabman was proceeding to tell her when he was checked by Mr. Hartley.
"He ought to be locked up," said Miss Trimblett flushing.
She took up a band-box and joined the laden procession of boys and girls that was proceeding up the path to the house. Still red with indignation she was introduced to Joan, and, putting down the band-box, stood eying her with frank curiosity.
"I thought you were older," she said at last. "I had no idea father was married again until I got the letter. I shall call you Joan."
"You had all better call me that," said Miss Hartley, hastily.
"Never more surprised in my life," continued Miss Trimblett. "However-"
She paused and looked about her.
"This is George," she said, pulling forward a heavy-looking youth of sixteen. "This is Ted; he is fourteen-small for his age-and these are the twins, Dolly and Gertrude; they"re eleven. Dolly has got red hair and Gerty has got the sweetest temper."
The family, having been introduced and then summarily dismissed by the arbitrary Jessie, set out on a tour of inspection, while the elders, proceeding upstairs, set themselves to solve a problem in sleeping accommodation that would have daunted the proprietor of a Margate lodging-house. A scheme was at last arranged by which Hartley gave up his bedroom to the three Misses Trimblett and retired to a tiny room under the tiles. Miss Trimblett pointed out that it commanded a fine view.
"It is the only thing to be done," said Joan, softly.
"It isn"t very big for three," said Miss Trimblett, referring to her own room, "but the twins won"t be separated. I"ve always been used to a room to myself, but I suppose it can"t be helped for the present."
She went downstairs and walked into the garden. The other members of the family were already there, and Hartley, watching them from the dining-room window, raised his brows in anguish as he noticed the partiality of the twins for cut flowers.
It was, as he soon discovered, one of the smallest of the troubles that followed on his sudden increase of family. His taste in easy-chairs met with the warm approval of George Trimblett, and it was clear that the latter regarded the tobacco-jar as common property. The twins"
belongings-a joint-stock affair-occupied the most unlikely places in the house; and their quarrels were only exceeded in offensiveness by their noisy and uncouth endearments afterwards. Painstaking but hopeless attempts on the part of Miss Trimblett to "teach Rosa her place" added to the general confusion.
By the end of a month the Trimblett children were in full possession.
George Trimblett, owing to the good offices of Mr. Vyner, senior, had obtained a berth in a shipping firm, but the others spent the days at home, the parties most concerned being unanimously of the opinion that it would be absurd to go to school before Christmas. They spoke with great fluency and good feeling of making a fresh start in the New Year.
"Interesting children," said Robert Vyner, who had dropped in one afternoon on the pretext of seeing how they were getting on. "I wish they were mine. I should be so proud of them."
Miss Hartley, who was about to offer him some tea, thought better of it, and, leaning back in her chair, regarded him suspiciously.
"And, after all, what is a garden for?" pursued Mr. Vyner, as a steady succession of thuds sounded outside, and Ted, hotly pursued by the twins, appeared abruptly in the front garden and dribbled a football across the flower-beds.
"They are spoiling the garden," said Joan, flushing. "Father is in despair."
Mr. Vyner shook his head indulgently. "Girls will be girls," he said, glancing through the window at Gertrude, who had thrown herself on the ball and was being dragged round the garden by her heels. "I"m afraid you spoil them, though."
Miss Hartley did not trouble to reply.