Sylvia wondered what Miss Lee would have thought of Jimmy Monkley and the Pink Pierrots.
The afternoon that the girls arrived at Hornton House Sylvia was sure that nothing could keep her from running away that night; the prospect of facing the chattering, giggling mob that thronged the hitherto quiet hall was overwhelming. From the landing above she leaned over to watch them, unable to imagine what she would talk about to them or what they would talk about to her. It was Miss Lee who saved the situation by inviting Sylvia to meet four of the girls at tea in her room and cleverly choosing, as Sylvia realized afterward, the four leaders of the four chief sets. Who would not adore Miss Lee?
"Oh, Miss Lee, did you notice Gladys and Enid Worstley?" Muriel e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed, accentuating some of her words like the notes of an unevenly blown harmonium, and explaining to Sylvia in a sustained tremolo that these twins, whose real name was Worsley, were always called Worstley because it was impossible to decide which was more wicked. "Oh, Miss Lee, they"ve got the most lovely dresses," she went on, releasing every stop in a diapason of envy. "Simply gorgeously beautiful. I do think it"s a shame to dress them up like that. I do, really."
Sylvia made a mental note to cultivate this pair not for their dresses, but for their behavior. Muriel was all very well, but those eyebrows eternally arched and those eyes eternally staring out of her head would sooner or later have most irresistibly to be given real cause for amazement.
"Their mother likes them to be prettily dressed," said Miss Lee.
"Of course she does," Gwendyr put in, primly. "She was an actress."
To h.e.l.l with Gwendyr, thought Sylvia. Why shouldn"t their mother have been an actress?
"Oh, but they"re so conceited!" said Dorothy. "Enid Worsley never can pa.s.s a gla.s.s, and their frocks are most frightfully short. Don"t you remember when they danced at last breaking-up?"
"This is getting unbearable," Sylvia thought.
"I think they"re rather dears," Phyllis drawled. "They"re jolly pretty, anyway."
Sylvia looked at Phyllis and decided that she was jolly pretty, too, with her golden hair and smocked linen frock of old rose; she would like to be friends with Phyllis. The moment had come, however, when she must venture all her future on a single throw. She must either shock Miss Lee and the four girls irretrievably or she must be henceforth accepted at Hornton House as herself; there must be none of these critical sessions about Sylvia Scarlett. She pondered for a minute or two the various episodes of her past. Then suddenly she told them how she had run away from school in France, arrived in England without a penny, and earned her living as an odalisque at the Exhibition. Which would she be, she asked, when she saw the girls staring at her open-mouthed now with real amazement, villain or heroine? She became a heroine, especially to Gladys and Enid, with whom she made friends that night, and who showed her in strictest secrecy two powder-puffs and a tin of Turkish cigarettes.
There were moments when Sylvia was sad, especially when war broke out and so many of the girls had photographs of brothers and cousins and friends in uniform, not to mention various generals whose ability was as yet unquestioned. She did not consider the photograph of Philip a worthy compet.i.tor of these and begged him to enlist, which hurt his feelings. Nevertheless, her adventures as an odalisque were proof in the eyes of the girls against martial relations; their only regret was that the Exhibition closed before they had time to devise a plot to visit the Hall of a Thousand and One Marvels and be introduced by Sylvia to the favorites of the harem.
Miss Ashley was rather cross with Sylvia for her revelations and urged her as a personal favor to herself not to make any more. Sylvia explained the circ.u.mstances quite frankly and promised that she would not offend again; but she pointed out that the girls were all very inquisitive about Philip and asked how she was to account for his taking her out every Sunday.
"He"s your guardian, my dear. What could be more natural?"
"Then you must tell him not to blush and drop his gla.s.ses when the girls tell him I"m nearly ready. They all think he"s in love with me."
"Well, it doesn"t matter," said Miss Ashley, impatiently.
"But it does matter," Sylvia contradicted. "Because even if he is going to marry me he"s not the sort of lover one wants to put in a frame, now is he? That"s why I bought that photograph of George Alexander which Miss Pinck made such a fuss about. I must have a secret sorrow. All the girls have secret sorrows this term."
Miss Ashley shook her head gravely, but Sylvia was sure she was laughing like herself.
Sylvia"s chief friend was Phyllis Markham--the twins were only fourteen--and the two of them headed a society for toleration, which was designed to contend with stupid and ill-natured criticism. The society became so influential and so tolerant that the tone of the school was considered in danger, especially by Miss Primer, who lamented it much, together with the reverses in South Africa; and when after the Christmas holidays (which Sylvia spent with Miss Ashley at Bournemouth) a grave defeat coincided with the discovery that the Worsleys were signaling from their window to some boys in a house opposite, Miss Primer in a transport of woe took up the matter with the head-mistress. Miss Ashley called a conference of the most influential girls, at which Sylvia was present, and with the support of Phyllis maintained that the behavior of the twins had been much exaggerated.
"But in their nightgowns," Miss Primer wailed. "The policeman at the corner must have seen them. At such a time, too, with these deadful Boers winning everywhere. And their hair streaming over their shoulders."
"It always is," said Sylvia.
Miss Ashley rebuked her rather sharply for interrupting.
"A bull"s-eye lantern. The room reeked of hot metal. I could not read the code. I took it upon myself to punish them with an extra hour"s freehand to-day. But the punishment is most inadequate. I detect a disturbing influence right through the school."
Miss Ashley made a short speech in which she pointed out the responsibilities of the older girls in such matters and emphasized the vulgarity of the twins" conduct. No one wished to impute nasty motives to them, but it must be clearly understood that the girls of Hornton House could not and should not be allowed to behave like servants. She relied upon Muriel Battersby, Dorothy Hearne, Gwendyr Jones, Phyllis Markham, Georgina Roe, Helen Macdonald, and Sylvia Scarlett to prevent in future such unfortunate incidents as this that had been brought to her notice by Miss Primer, she was sure much against Miss Primer"s will.
Miss Primer at these words threw up her eyes to indicate the misery she had suffered before she had been able to bring herself to the point of reporting the twins. Phyllis whispered to Sylvia that Miss Primer looked like a dying duck in a thunder-storm, a phrase which she now heard for the first time and at which she laughed aloud.
Miss Ashley paused in her discourse and fixed Sylvia with her gray eyes in pained interrogation; Miss Pinck"s chin shot out; Miss Lee bit her under lip and tenderly shook her head; the other girls stared at their laps and tried to look at one another without moving their heads. Phyllis quickly explained that it was she who had made Sylvia laugh.
"I"m awfully sorry, Miss Ashley," she drawled.
"I"m glad to hear that you are very sorry," said Miss Ashley, "but Sylvia must realize when it is permissible and when it is not permissible to laugh. I"m afraid I must ask her to leave the room."
"I ought to go, too," Phyllis declared. "I made her laugh."
"I"m sure, Phyllis, that to yourself your wit seems irresistible. Pray let us have an opportunity of judging."
"Well, I said that Miss Primer looked like a dying duck in a thunder-storm."
The horrified amazement of everybody in the room expressed itself in a gasp that sounded like a ghostly, an infinitely attenuated scream of dismay. Sylvia, partly from nervousness, partly because the simile even on repet.i.tion appealed to her sense of the ridiculous, laughed aloud for a second time--laughed, indeed, with a kind of guffaw the sacrilegious echoes of which were stifled in an appalled silence.
"Sylvia Scarlett and Phyllis Markham will both leave the room immediately," said Miss Ashley. "I will speak to them later."
Outside the study of the head-mistress, Sylvia and Phyllis looked at each other like people who have jointly managed to break a mirror.
"What will she do?"
"Sylvia, I simply couldn"t help it. I simply couldn"t bear them all any longer."
"My dear, I know. Oh, I think it was wonderful of you."
Sylvia laughed heartily for the third time, and just at this moment the twins, who were the original cause of all the commotion, came sidling up to know what everybody had said.
"You little beasts with your bull"s-eye lamps and your naughtiness," Phyllis cried. "I expect we shall all be expelled. What fun! I shall get some hunting. Oh, three cheers, I say!"
"Of course you know why Miss Primer was really in such a wax?" Gladys asked, with the eyes of an angel and the laugh of a fairy.
"No, let me tell, Gladys," Enid burst in. "You know I won the toss. We tossed up which should tell and I won. You are a chiseler. You see, when Miss Primer came tearing up into our room we turned the lamps onto her, and she was simply furious because she thought everybody in the street could see her in that blue-flannel wrapper."
"Which, of course, they could," Sylvia observed.
"Of course!" the twins shrieked together. "And the boys opposite clapped, and she heard them and tried to pull down the blind, and her wrapper came open and she was wearing a chest-protector!"
The interview with Miss Ashley was rather distressing, because she took from the start the altogether unexpected line of blaming Phyllis and Sylvia not for the breach of discipline, but for the wound they had inflicted upon Miss Primer. All that had seemed fine and honest and brave and n.o.ble collapsed immediately; it was impossible after Miss Ashley"s words not to feel ashamed, and both the girls offered to beg Miss Primer"s pardon. Miss Ashley said no more about the incident after this, though she took rather an unfair advantage of their chastened spirits by exacting a promise that they would in common with the rest of the school leaders set their faces against the encouragement of such behavior as that of the twins last night.
The news from South Africa was so bad that Miss Primer"s luxury of grief could scarcely have been heightened by Phyllis"s and Sylvia"s rudeness; however, she wept a few tears, patted their hands, and forgave them. A few days afterward she was granted the boon of another woe, which she shared with the whole school, in the news of Miss Lee"s approaching marriage. Any wedding would have upset Miss Primer, but in this case the sorrow was rendered three times as poignant by the fact that Miss Lee was going to marry a soldier under orders for the front. This romantic accessory could not fail to thrill the girls, though it was not enough to compensate for the loss of their beloved Miss Lee. Rivalries between the Cecilias and Annabels were forever finished; several girls had been learning Beethoven"s Pathetic Sonata and the amount of expression put into it would, they hoped, show Miss Lee the depth of their emotion when for the last time these frail fingers so lightly corrected their touch, when for the last time that delicate pencil inscribed her directions upon their music.
"Of course the school will never be the same without her," said Muriel.
"I shall write home and ask if I can"t take up Italian instead of music," said Dorothy.
"Fancy playing duets with any one but Miss Lee," said Gwendyr. "The very idea makes me shudder."
"Perhaps we shall have a music-master now," said Gladys.
Whereupon everybody told her she was a heartless thing. Poor Gladys, who really loved Miss Lee as much as anybody, retired to her room and cried for the rest of the evening, until she was consoled by Enid, who pointed out that now she must use her powder-puff.
For Sylvia the idea of Miss Lee"s departure and marriage was desolating; it was an abrupt rending of half the ties that bound her to Hornton House. Phyllis, Miss Ashley, and the twins were all that really remained, and Phyllis was always threatening to persuade her people to take her away when the weather was tolerably warm, so deeply did she resent the loss of hunting. It was curious how much more Phyllis meant to her than Philip, so much, indeed, that she had never confided in her that she was going to marry Philip. How absurd that two names so nearly alike could be in the one case so beautiful, in the other so ugly. Yet she was still very fond of Philip and she still enjoyed going out with him on Sundays, even though it meant being deprived of pleasant times with Phyllis. She had warned Philip that she might get too fond of school, and he had smiled in that superior way of his. Ought she to marry him at all? He had been so kind to her that if she refused to marry him she would have to run away, for she could not continue under an obligation. Why did people want to marry? Why must she marry? Worst of all, why must Miss Lee marry? But these were questions that not even Miss Hossack would be able to answer. Ah, if it had only been Miss Hossack who had been going to marry. Sylvia began to make up a rhyme about Miss Hossack marrying a Cossack and going for her honeymoon to the Trossachs, where Helen Macdonald lived.
All the girls had subscribed to buy Miss Lee a dressing-case, which they presented to her one evening after tea with a kind of dismal beneficence, as if they were laying a wreath upon her tomb. Next morning she went away by an early train to the north of England, and after lunch every girl retired with the secret sorrow that now had more than fashion to commend it. Sylvia"s sorrow was an aching regret that she had not told Miss Lee more about herself and her life and Philip; now it was too late. She met the twins wandering disconsolately enlaced along the corridor outside her room.
"Oh, Sylvia, dearest Sylvia!" they moaned. "We"ve lost our duet with Miss Lee"s fingering."
"I"ll help you to look for it."
"Oh, but we lost it on purpose, because we didn"t like it, and the next day Miss Lee said she was going to be married."
Sylvia asked where they lost it.
"Oh, we put it in an envelope and posted it to the Bishop of London."
Sylvia suggested they should write to the Bishop and explain the circ.u.mstances in which the duet was sent to him; he would no doubt return it.
"Oh no," said the twins, mournfully. "We never put a stamp on and we wrote inside, "A token of esteem and regard from two sinners who you confirmed." How can we ask for it back?"
Sylvia embraced the twins, and the three of them wandered in the sad and wintry garden until it was time for afternoon school.
The next day happened to be Sunday, and Philip came as usual to take Sylvia out. He had sent her the evening before an overcoat trimmed with gray squirrel, which, if it had not arrived after Miss Lee"s departure, would have been so much more joyfully welcomed. Philip asked her why she was so sad and if the coat did not please her. She told him about its coming after Miss Lee had gone, and, as usual, he had a lot to say: "You strange child, how quickly you have adopted the outlook and manners of the English school-girl. One would say that you had never been anything else. How absurd I was to be afraid that you were a wild bird whom I had caught too late. I"m quite positive now that you"ll be happy with me down in Hampshire. I"m sorry you"ve lost Miss Lee. A charming woman, I thought, and very cultivated. Miss Ashley will miss her greatly, but she herself will be glad to get away from music-teaching. It must be an atrocious existence."
Here was a new point of view altogether. Could it really be possible that those delicious hours with Miss Lee were a penance to the mistress? Sylvia looked at Philip angrily, for she found it unforgivable in him to destroy her illusions like this. He did not observe her expression and continued his monologue: "Really atrocious. Exercises! Scales! Other people"s chilblains! A creaking piano-stool! What a purgatory! And all to teach a number of young women to inflict an objectionable noise upon their friends and relations."
"Thanks," Sylvia broke in. "You won"t catch me playing again."
"I"m not talking about you," Philip said. "You have temperament. You"re different from the ordinary school-girl." He took her arm affectionately. "You"re you, dear Sylvia."
"And yours," she added, sullenly. "I thought you said just now that I was just like any other English school-girl and that you were so happy about it."
"I said you"d wonderfully adopted the outlook," Philip corrected. "Not quite the same thing."
"Oh, well, take your horrible coat, because I don"t want it," Sylvia exclaimed, and, rapidly unb.u.t.toning her new overcoat, she flung it on the pavement at his feet.
n.o.body was in sight at the moment, so Philip did not get angry.
"Now don"t tell me it"s illogical to throw away only the coat and not undress myself completely. I know quite well that everything I"ve got on is yours."
"Oh no, it"s not," Philip said, gently. "It"s yours."
"But you paid for everything."
"No, you paid yourself," he insisted.
"How?"
"By being Sylvia. Come along, don"t trample on your poor coat. There"s a most detestable wind blowing."
He picked up the offending overcoat and helped her into it again with so much sympathy half humorous, half grave in his demeanor that she could not help being sorry for her outburst.
Nevertheless, the fact of her complete dependence upon Philip for everything, even before marriage, was always an oppression to Sylvia"s mind, which was increased by the continual reminders of her loneliness that intercourse with other girls forced upon her. They, when they should marry, should be married from a background; the lovers, when they came for them, would have to fight for their love by breaking down the barriers of old a.s.sociations, old friendships, and old affections; in a word, they would have to win the brides. What was her own background? Nothing but a panorama of streets which offered no opposition to Philip"s choice except in so far as it was an ugly background for a possession of his own and therefore fit to be destroyed. It was all very well for Philip to tell her that she was herself and that he loved her accordingly. If that were true, why was he taking so much trouble to turn her into something different? Other girls at Hornton House, when they married, would not begin with ugly backgrounds to be obliterated; their pasts would merge beautifully with the pasts of their husbands; they were not being transformed by Miss Pinck and Miss Primer; they were merely being supplied by them with value for their parents" money. It was a visit to Phyllis Markham"s home in Leicestershire during the Easter holidays that had branded with the iron of jealousy these facts upon her meditation. Phyllis used to lament that she had no brothers; and Sylvia used to wonder what she would have said if she had been like herself, without mother, without father, without brothers, without sisters, without relations, without friends, without letters, without photographs, with nothing in the whole world between herself and the shifting panorama from which she had been s.n.a.t.c.hed but the love of a timid man inspired by an unusual encounter in Brompton Cemetery. This visit to Phyllis Markham was the doom upon their friendship; however sweet, however sympathetic, however loyal Phyllis might be, she must ultimately despise her friend"s past; every word Sylvia listened to during those Easter holidays seemed to cry out the certain fulfilment of this conjecture.
"I expect I"m too sensitive," Sylvia said to herself. "I expect I really am common, because apparently common people are always looking out for slights. I don"t look out for them now, but if I were to tell Phyllis all about myself, I"m sure I should begin to look out for them. No, I"ll just be friends with her up to a point, for so long as I stay at Hornton House; then we"ll separate forever. I"m really an absolute fraud. I"m just as much of a fraud now as when I was dressed up as a boy. I"m not real in this life. I haven"t been real since I came down to breakfast with Miss Ashley that first morning. I"m simply a very good impostor. I must inherit the talent from father. Another reason against telling Phyllis about myself is that, if I do, I shall become her property. Miss Ashley knows all about me, but I"m not her property, because it"s part of her profession to be told secrets. Phyllis would love me more than ever, so long as she was the only person that owned the secret, but if anybody else ever knew, even if it were only Philip, she would be jealous and she would have to make a secret of it with some one else. Then she would be ashamed of herself and would begin to hate and despise me in self-defense. No, I must never tell any of the girls."
Apart from these morbid fits, which were not very frequent, Sylvia enjoyed her stay at Markham Grange. In a way it encouraged the idea of marrying Philip; for the country life appealed to her not as to a c.o.c.kney by the strangeness of its inhabitants and the mere quant.i.ty of gra.s.s in sight, but more deeply with those old ineffable longings of Hampstead.
At the end of the summer term the twins invited Sylvia to stay with them in Hertfordshire. She refused at first, because she felt that she could not bear the idea of being jealously disturbed by a second home. The twins were inconsolable at her refusal and sent a telegram to their mother, who had already written one charming letter of invitation, and who now wrote another in which she told Sylvia of her children"s bitter disappointment and begged her to come. Miss Ashley, also, was anxious that Sylvia should go, and told her frankly that it seemed an excellent chance to think over seriously her marriage with Philip in the autumn. Philip, now that the date of her final decision was drawing near, wished her to remain with Miss Ashley in London. His opposition was enough to make Sylvia insist upon going; so, when at the end of July the school was swept by a tornado of relations and friends, Sylvia was swept away with the twins to Hertfordshire, and Philip was left to wait till the end of September to know whether she would marry him or not in October.
The Worsleys" home at Arbour End made an altogether different impression upon Sylvia from Markham Grange. She divined in some way that the background here was not immemorial, but that the Worsleys had created it themselves. And a perfect background it was--a very comfortable red brick house with a garden full of flowers, an orchard loaded with fruit, fields promenaded by neat cows, pigsties inhabited by clean pigs, a shining dog-cart and a shining horse, all put together with the satisfying completeness of a picture-puzzle. Mr. Worsley was a handsome man, tall and fair with a boyish face and a quant.i.ty of clothes; Mrs. Worsley was slim and fair, with a rose-leaf complexion and as many clothes as her husband. The twins were even naughtier and more charming than they were at Hornton House; there was a small brother called Hercules, aged six, who was as charming as his sisters and surpa.s.sed them in wickedness. The maids were trim and tolerant; the gardener was never grumpy; Hercules"s governess disapproved of holiday tasks; the dogs wagged their tails at the least sound.
"I love these people," Sylvia said to herself, when she was undressing on the first night of her stay. "I love them, I love them. I feel at home--at home--at home!" She leaped into bed and hugged the pillow in a triumph of good-fellowship.
At Arbour End Sylvia banished the future and gave herself to the present. One seemed to have nothing to do but to amuse oneself then, and it was so easy to amuse oneself that one never grew tired of doing so. As the twins pointed out, their father was so much nicer than any other father, because whatever was suggested he always enjoyed. If it was a question of learning golf, Mr. Worsley took the keenest interest in teaching it. When Gladys drove a ball through the drawing-room window, no one was more delighted than Mr. Worsley himself; he infected everybody with his pleasure, so that the gardener beamed at the notion of going to fetch the glazier from the village, and the glazier beamed when he mended the window, and the maids beamed while they watched him at work, and the dogs sat down in a loose semicircle, thumping the lawn with appreciative tails. The next day, when Hercules, who, standing solemnly apart from the rest, had observed all that happened, threw a large stone through the mended window, there was the same scene of pleasure slightly intensified.
Mrs. Worsley flitted through the house, making every room she entered more beautiful and more gay for her presence. She had only one regret, which was that the twins were getting so big, and this not as with other mothers because it made her feel old, but because she would no more see their black legs and their tumbled hair. Sylvia once asked her how she could bear to let them go to school, and Mrs. Worsley"s eyes filled with tears.
"I had to send them to school," she whispered, sadly. "Because they would fall in love with the village boys and they were getting Hertfordshire accents. Perhaps you"ve noticed that I myself speak with a slight c.o.c.kney accent. Do you understand, dear?"
The August days fled past and in the last week came a letter from Miss Ashley.
MURREN, August 26, 1900.
MY DEAR SYLVIA,--I shall be back from Switzerland by September 3d, and I shall be delighted to see you at Hornton House again. Philip nearly followed me here in order to talk about you, but I declined his company. I want you to think very seriously about your future, as no doubt you have been doing all this month. If you have the least hesitation about marrying Philip, let me advise you not to do it. I shall be glad to offer you a place at Hornton House, not as a schoolmistress, but as a kind of director of the girls" leisure time. I have grown very fond of you during this year and have admired the way in which you settled down here more than I can express. We will talk this over more fully when we meet, but I want you to know that, if you feel you ought not to marry, you have a certain amount of security for the future while you are deciding what you will ultimately do. Give my love to the twins. I shall be glad to see you again.
Your affectionate CAROLINE ASHLEY.
The effect of Miss Ashley"s letter was the exact contrary of what she had probably intended; it made Sylvia feel that she was not bound to marry Philip, and, from the moment she was not bound, that she was willing, even anxious, to marry him. The aspects of his character which she had criticized to herself vanished and left only the first impression of him, when she was absolutely free and was finding his company such a relief from the Exhibition. Another result of the letter was that by removing the shame of dependence and by providing an alternative it opened a way to discussion, for which Sylvia fixed upon Mrs. Worsley, divining that she certainly would look at her case unprejudiced by anything but her own experience.
Sylvia never pretended to herself that she would be at all influenced by advice. Listening to advice from Mrs. Worsley would be like looking into a shop-window with money in one"s pocket, but with no intention of entering the shop to make a purchase; listening to her advice before Miss Ashley"s offer would have been like looking at a shop-window without a penny in the world, a luxury of fancy to which Sylvia had never given way. So at the first opportunity Sylvia talked to Mrs. Worsley about Philip, going back for her opinion of him and feeling toward him to those first days together, and thereby giving her listener an impression that she liked him a very great deal, which was true, as Sylvia a.s.sured herself, yet not without some misgivings about her presentation of the state of affairs.
"He sounds most fascinating," said Mrs. Worsley. "Of course Lennie was never at all clever. I don"t think he ever read a book in his life. When I met him first I was acting in burlesque, and I had to make up my mind between him and my profession; I"m so glad I chose him. But at first I was rather miserable. His parents were still alive, and though they were very kind to me, I was always an intruder, and of course Lennie was dependent on them, for he was much too stupid an old darling to earn his own living. He really has nothing but his niceness. Then his parents died and, being an only son, Lennie had all the money. We lived for a time in his father"s house, but it became impossible. We had my poor old mother down to stay with us, and the neighbors called, as if she were a curiosity. When she didn"t appear at tea, you could feel they were staying on, hoping against hope to get a glimpse of her. I expect I was sensitive and rather silly, but I was miserable. And then Lennie, who is not clever, but so nice that it always leads him to do exactly the right thing, went away suddenly and bought this house, where life has been one long dream of happiness. You"ve seen how utterly self-contained we are. n.o.body comes to visit us very much, because when we first came here we used to hide when people called. And then the twins have always been such a joy--oh, dear, I wish they would never grow up; but there"s still Hercules, and you never know, there might be another baby. Oh, my dear Sylvia, I"m sure you ought to get married. And you say his parents are dead?"
"But he has a sister."
"Oh, a sister doesn"t matter. And it doesn"t matter his being clever and fond of books, because you"re fond of books yourself. The twins tell me you"ve read everything in the world and that there"s nothing you don"t know. I"m sure you"d soon get tired of Hornton House--oh, yes, I strongly advise you to get married."
When Sylvia got back to London the memory of Arbour End rested in her thoughts like a pleasant dream of the night that one ponders in a summer dawn. She a.s.sured Miss Ashley that she was longing to marry Philip; and when she seemed to express in her reception of the announcement a kind of puzzled approval, Sylvia spoke with real enthusiasm of her marriage. Miss Ashley never knew that the real inspiration of such enthusiasm was Arbour End and not at all Philip himself. As for Sylvia, because she would by no means admit even to herself that she had taken Mrs. Worsley"s advice, she pa.s.sed over the advice and remarked only the signs of happiness at Arbour End.
Sylvia and Philip were married at a registry-office early in October. The honeymoon was spent in the Italian lakes, where Philip denounced the theatrical scenery, but crowned Sylvia with vine-leaves and wrote Latin poetry to her, which he translated aloud in the evenings as well as the mosquitoes would let him.
CHAPTER VII.