"Some one has taken a miniature out of her sitting-room."
"A miniature? Which--which miniature? Speak, Basil."
"You needn"t eat me with your eyes, Maggie. I don"t know. I didn"t do it!"
"Oh, no; but what miniature is it, Basil?"
"I tell you, I didn"t see it, Maggie. It hung over her mantelpiece, and she kept flowers under it. She seemed to prize it a great lot."
"Not the picture of a rather silly little girl with blue eyes and a smile? Not that one? Don"t tell me it was that one, Basil."
"Then you do know about it. I suppose it was that one. She was in an awful state."
"No wonder. Oh, poor Miss Nelson!"
"Do talk like a reasonable being, Maggie. What was there so marvelously precious in the picture of a silly little girl?"
"Yes, but _that_ silly little girl was her own--not her child, but her sister, and she loved her beyond all the world, and--the little sister went to the angels. Once she told me about her--only once. It was on a Sunday night. Oh, poor Miss Nelson!"
"Well, don"t cry, Mag--she must have the picture back. She has got a horrid thought in her head about it, though."
"A horrid thought? Miss Nelson has a horrid thought? Oh, Basil, don"t you begin to misunderstand her."
"Shut up!" said Basil. "Who talks about my misunderstanding her? She has got a wrong notion into her head about Ermie, that"s all. She thinks Ermie took the miniature out of revenge. There! Is not that bad enough? Now, what"s the matter, Maggie? You are not going to tell me that you think Miss Nelson is right?"
"No," said Marjorie, shaking her fat little self, after an aggravating habit of hers when she was perplexed. "Of course I don"t think anything of the kind, still----" She was remembering Ermengarde"s agitation of the day before--her almost frantic wish to return alone to the house.
Marjorie grew quite red as this memory came over her.
"Well, won"t you speak?" said Basil. "Miss Nelson must get back her miniature."
"Of course she must, Basil."
"She believes that Ermengarde took it."
"Yes; of course she is mistaken."
"She is very positive."
"Oh, that"s a way of hers. She"s quite obstinate when she gets an idea into her head."
"A fixed idea, eh?" Basil laughed.
Marjorie did not join in the laugh, she was feeling intensely solemn.
"Miss Nelson is very angry, and in dreadful trouble," Basil went on presently. "I quite thought she would speak to Ermengarde this morning."
"She has not said a word, Basil."
"I know that."
"Basil, let me speak to Ermie."
"But now, you"re not going to accuse her, or any rubbish of that sort, Maggie?"
"As if I would, Basil!"
"Then I wish you would speak to her. I"m uncomfortable enough about the whole thing, I can tell you. I hate to have anybody think such thoughts of Ermie."
"I"ll tell her," said Marjorie eagerly. "I"ll tell her the miniature is lost."
She ran off, and Basil took another pencil out of his pocket and began to sharpen it. He did not like the aspect of affairs at all. His interview with Marjorie had given him no real satisfaction. Marjorie had not thrust the idea of Ermie"s guilt from her with the horror he had expected. Of course she had agreed with him, but not with that emphasis he had desired. He felt rather sickened. If Ermengarde could be mean and shabby, if by any possibility, however remote, Ermengarde had stooped to theft for the sake of a petty and small revenge, then he was very sorry he had not gone to Scotland, that was all. He"d give up Ermie if she was that kind, but of course she wasn"t. It was horrid of him to lend even half credence to such a belief. He would go and have a game of cricket with Eric, and get such a monstrous idea out of his head.
When they were preparing for dinner, Marjorie told her sister about the stolen miniature. She told the story in her own characteristic way. She was determined to take no unfair advantage of Ermie, and so, while washing her hands, and purposely splashing the water about, and with her back so turned that she could not get a glimpse of Ermie"s face, she burst forth with her news. When she turned round, Ermengarde was calmly combing out her long hair.
"It"s dreadful, isn"t it?" said Marjorie.
"Dreadful," echoed Ermengarde, but her voice did not sound excited.
"And she was so fond of that little sister," continued Marjorie.
"I never heard of any sister," said Ermengarde in a profoundly uninterested voice. "Let us come down to dinner, Maggie; the gong has sounded."
Marjorie gave vent to a very heavy sigh. She had got no satisfaction out of Ermengarde, and yet her manner gave her a sense of insecurity.
She recalled again Ermie"s strange excitement of the evening before, and wondered in vain what it all meant.
At dinner-time Miss Nelson"s face was paler than ever. It was noticed now by the three people who shared her secret. Eric and Lucy were perfectly comfortable and easy in their minds, but the older children felt a sense of constraint. After dinner Eric asked Marjorie to come with him to visit his ferrets.
"They are at Collins"s, you know," he said. "I hope Collins is treating them properly. If he does not, Shark will pay him out; that"s a certainty. Come along, Mag."
"I will presently," said Marjorie.
"Oh, no; you must come at once. I have a lot to do this afternoon; you can"t keep me waiting."
A good-humored smile played over Marjorie"s sunny face. "Other people have a good deal to do too," she said. "I"ll come soon, Eric. You can wait for me outside. I won"t keep you long; but I have something _important_ to do first."
Eric went away feeling very cross. If Marjorie took to giving herself airs, the world might as well stop at once. What use was Marjorie except to be at everybody"s beck and call; and more especially at his--Eric"s--beck and call. He kicked his heels into the gravel, thrust his hands into his trousers pockets, and put on all the airs of an ill-used mortal.
Meanwhile Marjorie, whose important business made her round face look intensely solemn, was trotting down the corridor to Miss Nelson"s sitting-room. She guessed that she would find the governess there. To her gentle little tap Miss Nelson replied at once, and the little girl came in and stood before her.
"What is it, Marjorie?" said her governess. "Have you anything to say to me? I am busy. Why don"t you go out with your brothers?"
"I wanted to give you a kiss," said Marjorie, "and to tell you--to tell you--that if the other little girl loved you, so do I. I thought I"d tell you; I know it won"t be a real comfort, but I thought perhaps you ought to know."
"It is a real comfort, Marjorie," said Miss Nelson in a softened voice. "Give me that kiss, dear. Thank you, my love. You are a good child, Marjorie--a dear child. Now run away and play."
"You have a headache, I know," said Marjorie, "and see how the sun does stream in at this window. May I pull down the blinds? And will you lie on the sofa? Do, and I will bathe your head with eau de Cologne. I wish you would let me."
"No, dear, the others are waiting for you."