"Those photographs I spoke about are in the cupboard, Basil. I could not bring them to you because I could not find the key. Would you like to see them now?"
"Thanks," said Basil. "Perhaps, if you don"t mind, I had better look at them by daylight."
When Basil said this, Miss Nelson also stood up. He looked at her, being quite sure now she would wish him good-night and let him go. Her eyes had a peculiar, terrified, staring expression. She rushed to the mantelpiece; then she turned and grasped the boy"s arm.
"Basil," she said, "the picture is gone!"
"What picture?" he asked. He was really frightened at the anguished expression in Miss Nelson"s matter-of-fact face.
"Mine," she answered, clasping his hand tighter. "My treasure, the picture of my----" here she broke off. "It is gone, Basil--see, and another put in its place! My miniature is gone! it has been stolen!"
"No, no," said Basil. "It couldn"t have been. People don"t steal pictures at the Chase. There are no thieves. Let me look for it for you."
"My miniature--my portrait. I don"t speak of it--I can"t!" Her voice shook. "No, no; it is gone. You see, Basil, it always hung here, and now another has been put on the same hook. That shows that the deed was intentional; the miniature is stolen!"
She sat down and clasped her hands over her face; her thin long fingers trembled.
"I"m awfully sorry for you," said Basil. He could not understand such emotion over any mere picture, but he had the kindest of hearts, and distress of any sort always moved him.
"I"m awfully sorry," he repeated.
Miss Nelson looked up at his tone.
"Basil," she said, "when you have very few things to love, you value the few intensely. I did--I do. You don"t know, my boy, what it is to be a lonely woman. May you never understand my feelings. The miniature is gone; it was stolen, purposely."
"Oh, we"ll find the thief," said Basil. "If you are sure the picture was taken, we"ll make no end of a fuss, and my father will help. Of course you must not lose anything you value in this house. You shall have it back; we"ll all see to that."
"Thank you, Basil; I"m sure you"ll do your best."
Miss Nelson"s face looked as unhappy as ever.
"You must try and cheer up, Miss Nelson," said the school-boy. "You shall have your picture, that I promise you."
Miss Nelson was silent for a minute.
"Perhaps I shall get it back," she said after a pause. "But it won"t be the same to me again. No, nothing can be the same. I"ve got a shock. Basil, I have worked for you all. When your mother died, I came--I came at her request. A more brilliant governess could have taught your sisters, but I can truly say no one more conscientious could have ministered to them, and no one on the whole could have loved them more faithfully. I have, however, been misunderstood. Only one of your sisters has responded to me. Marjorie has been sweet and true and good; the others--not that I blame little Lucy much--a child is always led by her elders--but----"
"What does all this mean?" said Basil, almost sternly. He knit his brows. He felt that he was going to be somebody"s champion, and there was fight in his voice.
"This is what it means, Basil," said Miss Nelson. "I am sorry to pain you, but I believe Ermengarde has taken my miniature."
"Ermie a thief? What do you mean? She"s my sister--she"s a Wilton! How can you say that sort of thing, Miss Nelson? No wonder poor Ermie does not quite get on with you."
"She never gets on with me, Basil. She is disobedient, she is unresponsive. I have taken more pains for her than for the others.
To-day I was obliged to punish her for two offenses of a very grave character. She took my miniature out of revenge; I am sure of it."
"No, I am certain you are mistaken. You have no right to accuse her like this."
"I wish I could think I was mistaken, Basil, but all circ.u.mstances point to the fact that Ermengarde in revenge took away my portrait. I locked her into this room as a punishment, as a severe punishment for a most grave offense. She was very angry and very defiant. The picture was in its usual place when I locked her into the room. She spent the greater part of the day here. When I come here to-night the portrait has been exchanged for another."
"Yes; your room has been empty for hours. Some one else has come in and done the thing, if indeed it has been done at all."
"What do you mean? The picture is gone!"
"The housemaid may have been dusting, and put another in its place."
"No, Basil, the housemaid would not touch my private possessions; I dust them and arrange them myself. I dusted my miniature only this morning, and this white rosebud and maidenhair I placed under it. I always put fresh flowers under my portrait; I did so to-day as usual.
No, as you say, there are no thieves at Wilton Chase. Ermie has taken the miniature out of revenge. She knew I valued it."
"You are mistaken," said Basil, "and I think you are cruel!"
He left the room in a great rage.
CHAPTER VII.
A GOOD, BOYISH SORT OF GIRL.
The next day was Sat.u.r.day. The lessons done this morning by Ermengarde, Marjorie, and Lucy were little more than nominal. A master came to give the little girls instruction in music at eleven o"clock, and after their half-hour each with him, they were considered free to spend the rest of the day as they pleased.
Rather to Basil"s surprise Miss Nelson said nothing whatever to Ermie about the loss of her miniature. The governess"s face was very pale this morning, and her eyes had red rims round them, as though she had wept a good deal the previous night. She was particularly gentle, however, and Basil, who alone knew her secret, could not help being sorry for her.
He was still angry, for he thought her idea about Ermengarde both unjust and cruel; but her softened and sad demeanor disarmed him, and he longed beyond words to give her back the miniature.
Ermie was in excellent spirits this morning. She thought herself well out of yesterday"s sc.r.a.pe, and she looked forward to a long and happy afternoon with her brothers. She was particularly bright and attentive over her lessons, and would have altogether won Miss Nelson"s approval, had not her sad mind been occupied with other matters.
Marjorie was the first to go to her music lesson this morning. She returned from it at half-past eleven, and then Ermengarde went to receive Mr. Hill"s instructions.
Basil was standing in the pa.s.sage, sharpening a lead pencil as she pa.s.sed.
"I"ll be free at twelve, Basil," she called to him. "Where shall I find you?"
"I"ll be somewhere round," he replied, in a would-be careless tone.
"Maggie, is that you? I want to speak to you."
He seemed anxious to get away from Ermengarde, and she noticed it, and once more the cloud settled on her brow.
"Come out, Mag; I want to speak to you," said Basil. "You are free at last, I suppose?"
"Oh, yes; I"m free. What were you so chuffy to Ermie, for? You seemed as if you didn"t care to have her with you!"
"Oh, don"t I care? I"m thinking of her all the time. It"s about her I want to speak to you, Maggie, But, first of all have you heard of Miss Nelson"s loss?"
"No, what loss?"