"We won"t wait for the small fry," he said. "We"ll drive on to the house at once. Oh, yes, Eric, you can go to meet the party from the sh.o.r.e of course, if you like, and Basil too."
"I"ll stay with Ermie," said Basil.
He jumped into the carriage again, and they drove down the long winding avenue to the house.
Great elm trees shaded the avenue, and Basil pushed back his cap and looked up into the green. He was a dark and handsome lad, and his expression was unusually thoughtful for his years.
"How grand those old trees are!" he said. "Whenever I think of home while I"m away, I remember the old elm trees in the avenue, and the rooks" nests--I remember, too----" Here he stopped suddenly, and a wave of red mantled his cheeks. Ermengarde"s bright eyes were fixed on him; she guessed his thoughts. Basil had often walked under those elm trees with his mother.
Mr. Wilton had opened the _Times_, and was not attending to the chatter of the young folk.
"You don"t look quite the thing, Ermie," said Basil in a low voice.
"I"m perfectly well," she replied.
"But you turned quite white that time at the lodge. I noticed it. That time when Marjorie wanted you to get out. Have you been worrying yourself lately? You know you are such a girl to mope, and make mountains out of mole-hills. School would be the place for you."
Mr. Wilton dropped his paper.
"Are you recommending school for Ermengarde?" he said. "Sometimes I have thought of it, but your mother had a prejudice against school-life for girls, and Ermie does very well with Miss Nelson and the masters who come here to instruct her. Now here we are, and here"s your Aunt Elizabeth."
Miss Wilton was not a graceful woman. She was a feminine edition of her brother, and Mr. Wilton, although handsome as a man, had by no means the type of face which best lends itself to womanly graces.
Miss Wilton was standing on the steps in a riding-habit. Her horse had just been taken round to the stables. She had her whip in her hand, and her ma.s.ses of hair looked untidy--her face, too, was flushed.
"Really, Roderick," she said to her brother, "that groom is past bearing. He had the impertinence---- Oh, is that you, Basil? So you"ve come back--how are you? Now one thing I do beg, and that is, that you never come into the house except by the side door, and that you and Eric keep your pets to yourselves. I don"t mind what is done behind the schoolroom doors, but I will not--I cannot--permit messy lounging school-boys in my part of the house. Roderick, what is the matter? Are you laughing at me?"
"I think I am, Elizabeth," replied Mr. Wilton. "Boys will be boys, and no one can accuse Basil of lounging."
Miss Wilton had a very hearty loud laugh herself. She indulged in it now, and going up to Basil, hit him a blow on the shoulders.
"You"re a true Wilton," she said. "By and by I"ll be proud of you--by and by I"ll want your help. You shall ride with me, and keep those lazy intolerable grooms in some sort of order, but just at present your place is in the schoolroom part of the house. Ermengarde! You here? Has Miss Nelson promoted you to drive in the carriage? That is an honor only conferred on very good children."
Ermengarde hated to be called a child. She disliked her Aunt Elizabeth"s manner to her at all times, and now she flushed and frowned, and looked decidedly unamiable.
"Come, Basil," she said, touching her brother on his arm.
"No, miss, you"re not to go with that cross face on," said her aunt.
"Look pleasant, or I shall desire Miss Nelson on no account to permit you to drive with your father again. What is it, Roderick? What"s the matter?"
"Leave the poor child alone," said Mr. Wilton. "Run away, chicks, both of you; run off and be happy. Now, Elizabeth, what is this story about the groom?"
Ermengarde slipped her hand within Basil"s arm, and they both walked round to the other side of the house. High tea was spread in the pleasant schoolroom. Miss Nelson, who looked worried and over-tired, was desiring her pupils to take their places. All the nursery children were to sup in the schoolroom to-night, in honor of the boys" return, and nurse was bringing in toddling Ethel, and little d.i.c.k and Bobby, and placing them in their chairs, and then cutting bread-and-b.u.t.ter for them.
Basil rushed down a side pa.s.sage to a lavatory to wash his hands, and Ermengarde flew upstairs to dispose of her best hat. Miss Nelson had not noticed it.
When the elder boy and girl came into the room the meal had commenced.
Marjorie, as usual, was trotting from chair to chair, helping everyone, pushing the b.u.t.ter nearer to little Mollie, the youngest schoolroom child, stopping Bobby"s rebellious lips with strawberries, and lugging a great jug of milk in her arms, and with a red face, and chubby hands that would tremble under their load, refilling mugs of milk as fast as they got empty.
"That will do now, Marjorie; you can sit down," called out Miss Nelson.
Marjorie subsided at once into a seat beside Eric.
"Ermengarde," said her governess, glancing quickly at her eldest pupil; "you are late again for tea. You forfeit five marks."
"Oh, I say," exclaimed Basil, "I"m late, too, Miss Nelson. And it wasn"t Ermie"s fault, her being late this time; she could not help herself. Why, what is the matter, Ermie?"
Ermengarde had given him a shove under the table. He looked round at her, guessed that she did not wish him to say something, and instantly subsided into absolute silence.
Basil was a favorite of Miss Nelson"s. He was a kind-hearted lad; he had something of Marjorie"s spirit, and was always willing to throw himself into breaches, to heal disputes, to be a sort of peacemaker and server all round. Miss Nelson dreaded beyond anything the long summer vacation when the boys were home from school, and the girls had only half work. These were the weeks for disputes, for quarrels, for disagreeables, for sc.r.a.pes. During these weeks poor Miss Nelson"s hair became more gray, and her face more wrinkled and anxious; but she dreaded the holidays, not because Basil was at home, but on account of Eric, who was a perfect imp of mischief, and because all the home children were more or less demoralized by his presence.
Now Miss Nelson smiled into Basil"s eyes, handed him a plate of the best strawberries, and after a pause, said: "You"d like me not to punish Ermengarde?"
"Of course I should; she has done nothing to be punished for."
Again Ermengarde kicked him under the table. He was lifting a cup of tea to his lips, and part of its contents were spilt on the white tablecloth, and over his own shirt-cuff. Basil hated messes and awkward ways of doing things. He gave Ermengarde a return kick of some force, murmured, "You"re a perfect m.u.f.f, Ermie," and then looked up, with his momentary annoyance gone, at Miss Nelson.
"Thank you for excusing Ermengarde," he said. "She"s under my command now. I"m her captain. I"ll see that she"s in good time in the future."
"Well, Ermengarde, you may consider yourself excused," said the governess. "I hope you have thoroughly mastered your imposition. If so, as you must want fresh air, you may go out with Basil for an hour after tea."
Basil glanced at his sister"s blooming and blushing face. As he did not want to be kicked any more, however, he was silent. Marjorie had left her seat, and was bringing all the cups up to Miss Nelson to be refilled with tea. As the governess poured some hot water into the teapot she turned again to Ermengarde, "Do you know your piece of poetry, Ermie?"
Ermengarde said "Yes." This happened to be true, for the poem selected for her punishment lesson was "Casabianca," which she admired very much, and had long ago committed to memory for pleasure.
"Yes, I know it quite well, thank you, Miss Nelson," she said in a cheerful voice.
The clouds had left her face; she was now in an excellent humor. To be with Basil was always delightful to her, and she sincerely hoped that her disobedience and open defiance of authority might never be discovered. If it was, she was prepared to defend her action, but she had an intuition that Basil would disapprove. His good opinion was of the utmost value to her: she loved Basil; she had no particular affection for any other human being, unless, perhaps, her father; but Basil"s presence caused a warm satisfied glow to steal around her heart.
Miss Nelson had supplied all the second cups of tea. She was again at liberty to ask her favorite a question.
"Basil, I should like to ask you in confidence, has Eric brought home any strange pets this time?"
Basil"s eyes sparkled.
"Only two ferrets," he said; "and two carrier pigeons, and two fantails, and a pouter (Eric is dead nuts on that pouter), and a lop-eared rabbit. I think that"s all. I have some pups, too," he added modestly, "but they are coming by parcel-post to-morrow."
"By parcel-post, Basil!" here almost screamed Marjorie. "Oh, I hope they won"t be squashed."
"Silence, children!" said the governess. A red spot had risen on both her cheeks. "I had hoped no more pets were coming. And ferrets! I dread ferrets. Now the pups----"
"But they"re of a very wicked breed," shouted Eric. "They"re worse than my ferret Shark. They are young bloodhounds. Don"t you deny it, Basil. You know you gave a sov. for them to Dandy Macjones."
"But they are quite harmless at present," said Basil. "There are only two; they haven"t arrived yet. They"ll come by post, or train, or something to-morrow. When they do come, I"ll promise to be careful."
"Yes. Basil, I believe you are a boy to be trusted.--Eric!"
"What is it, ma"am?"