Little Mrs Wolff busied herself with the duties behind the urn, and Ruth and Mollie in serge skirts and spick and span white blouses looked as fresh as paint, and a great many times as pretty. They were laughing and chatting with Victor Druce, who had donned Norfolk jacket and knickerbockers, and was quite the country gentleman both in appearance and in his manner of leisurely good-humour.
The entrance of Jack in what are technically called "Store clothes,"
with a gloomy frown upon his forehead, seemed to strike a jarring note in this cheerful scene, and both girls were conscious of a distinct feeling of grievance against the offender. Was it so dreadful a fate to be doomed to spend a whole week in their society? Need a man look as if his last hope in life were extinguished because Fate kept him away from the City for seven days, and placed him instead in the sweet green country, with three companions of his own age who--to put it mildly-- were not perfect ogres in appearance!
The necessary greetings were observed. Jack helped himself to a bowl of porridge, and, looking up, asked discontentedly--
"Hasn"t the newspaper arrived?"
"Not yet, sir; it will be here by ten o"clock, sir," the butler replied; and Mollie pulled down her lip with an expression of solemn propriety, and added--
"But perhaps I can relieve your anxiety in the meantime. Cotton is down twenty points, very strong and steady, and the Bears are making fortunes. "Mauds" are fluctuating, but "Louisa Christinas" are in great demand; everybody is rushing after them. The Bank rate is ten and a half, and Consols have gone up two per cent. General market firm, with a tendency to drop."
"My good child, what nonsense are you talking!" cried Ruth aghast, and the two young men exchanged glances and burst into a laugh; even Jack laughed, though such a feat had seemed impossible a moment before.
"What a thrilling report! You make me more impatient than ever. It is just like my luck to be out of the way when there is a chance of a good thing, though, after all, I don"t know if the wisest plan would not be to sell everything one had, and put the money in the bank--eh, Druce?
Ten and a half per cent! Where do you get your knowledge, Miss Mary?"
"Oh, I see things in the newspapers, and I hear the pater talking to his friends. Don"t call me "Miss Mary" please, it sounds far too quiet and proper for me. I am never called anything but Mollie, except when I overspend my allowance, and mother feels it her duty to scold me. Are you on the Stock Exchange, Mr Melland? What sort of business is it which you find so attractive?"
"I am afraid you would not be much wiser if I tried to explain. We are what is called "brokers"; but there are an endless variety of businesses under the same name. I have nothing, however, to do with "Mauds" and "Christinas"!"
"Neither have I," volunteered Victor smilingly, "To tell the truth, I have no money to invest, Briefs don"t come my way, and I am at present occupied listening to more fortunate fellows, and thinking how much better I could plead myself. It palls at times, but I am fond of the profession, and have no wish to change it."
"No," said Mollie reflectively. "The wigs _are_ becoming!" and when the two young men leant back in their chairs and roared with laughter, she blushed and pouted, and looked so pretty that it did one good to see her.
The three earlier comers had finished their meal by this time, but they sat still until Jack had disposed of the toast and marmalade which makes the last breakfast course of every self-respecting Briton; then they rose one after the other, strolled over to the open window, and faced the question of the day--
"What shall we do?"
It was Ruth who spoke, and at the sound of her words the shadow came back to Jack"s brow.
"Yes, what shall we do? Think of it--three months--twelve weeks-- eighty-four separate days to lounge away with the same question on your lips! I"d rather be sentenced to hard labour at once. Life is not worth living without work. I"d rather be a clerk on sixty pounds a year than stagnate as a country squire."
"You would be a very bad squire if you did stagnate!" cried Mollie spiritedly, throwing back her little head, and looking up at him with a flash of the grey eyes. "You would have your tenants to look after, and your property to keep in order, and the whole village looking to you to lead every scheme of pleasure or improvement, and the vicar looking to you to be his right hand, and all the growing boys looking to you to help them to a start in life, and the old people expecting you to make their last days easy. You would be the hardest-worked man in the country if you did half the work that was waiting for you, and it would be unselfish work, too--thinking of others, and not of yourself."
Jack looked at her, and his face softened.
"That"s true," he said frankly. "I"m sorry! You are right, and I am wrong. I"m in a bad temper, and can"t see things in their right light to-day. Of course, if one really settled down to it, there would be plenty to do; it"s when one is only playing with the position that time drags."
"Well, it ought not to drag to-day, at all events. We must be very dull if we cannot amuse ourselves in surveying the domain, and seeing all there is to be seen. I am going to put on my hat this minute and examine the gardens, and go down to the stables to look at the horses.
If anyone likes to come too, they may, but my plans are fixed," cried Mollie, nodding her saucy head; and at the magic word "stables," a ray of interest lit up the two masculine faces.
Ten minutes later the four young people were strolling down the drive, the girls with serge coats over their white blouses, and sailor-hats on their heads, the men wearing their cloth caps with an evident air of enjoyment. They turned the corner of the house, and coming round to the south side uttered simultaneous exclamations of surprise and delight.
Along the entire length of the house ran an enormously wide terrace edged with a bal.u.s.trade, from the centre of which a flight of marble steps led to an Italian garden, its green sward and stiffly outlined flower-beds flanked by a quant.i.ty of curiously cut shrubs.
Beyond this garden the ground dipped sharply, showing first a glade of trees whose fresh spring foliage contrasted with the dark colours of the evergreens; then came a glimpse of a lake, a sweep of park; and beyond all a glorious, wide-stretching view over the countryside. Perched upon one of the highest sites for miles around, this terraced walk afforded such a panorama of beauty as is rarely to be found even in our well- favoured isles, and withal the beauty was of that peaceful, home-like nature which irresistibly endears itself to the heart.
The four young people stood in silence gazing from side to side, and into each mind, even that of the rebellious Jack himself, there crept the same thought. This was indeed a goodly heritage, whose owner would be an enviable person! The possibility of possessing it as a home was worth a far greater sacrifice than anything which had been demanded of themselves.
In those few minutes of silence dreams ran riot, and finally found vent in words.
"When the Court belongs to me I shall have an awning put up on this terrace and sit here all day long," said Mollie; as usual the first to break the silence.
"I shall have a table brought out, and breakfast here every fine morning," said Ruth.
"I"ll smoke here after dinner!" said Victor.
"I"ll do ditto in every case!" said Jack, then caught himself up sharply--"when I come to visit the Chosen, that is to say! Of course, I"m out of the running. What are you smiling at, Miss Mollie?" For, turning towards her, he had seen the grey eyes light up with a merry twinkle. She shook her head, however, refusing to gratify his curiosity, and sped rapidly down the broad marble steps.
"He is beginning to have qualms! The very first morning, and for a moment his resolution wavered. The spell is working," she told herself triumphantly; for, despite his lack of gallantry, both girls had already candidly admitted that upon Jack"s going or staying depended a great part of the pleasure of the next three months. "Don"t persuade him; don"t mention the subject at all. Let him think we don"t care how he decides. Men are contradictious creatures, and the less he is urged the more likely he is to give way," argued Ruth the experienced. And Mollie dutifully agreed.
CHAPTER TWELVE.
A NOVEL EXPERIENCE.
Down the winding path, the visitors, as they walked together, came upon ma.s.ses of daffodils, standing up erect and golden from the carpet of dead leaves which covered the ground. Not the ordinary common or garden daffodil, charming as it is, but named varieties of every description-- white trumpeted _Horsefieldi_, stately yellow Emperors, _Bari Conspicui_ with its dainty outline of orange; these, and a dozen others were growing in patches, not in dozens or scores, but in literal hundreds, beneath the budding trees. There were violets, too; and white and purple and golden saxifrages peeping out between the stones which bordered the trickling stream--a scene of enchantment, indeed, for City eyes accustomed to gaze only on bricks and mortar. The girls were wild with delight, and flitted about gathering specimens of the different flowers; while the two young men were content to watch them with an air of masculine superiority.
"What is the use of burdening yourselves with all those things at the very beginning of our walk?"
"They aren"t a burden, they are a joy. Hold them for me, please, while I get some more," replied Mollie, laying a stack of long-stemmed beauties in Jack"s arms, regardless of his look of dismay. "Don"t crush them; I want them kept quite fresh."
"What are you going to do with them, if I might ask? There are plenty in the house. It"s a pity to cut them just to waste."
"I wouldn"t waste them for the world, the beautiful darlings! I"m going to send them home to mother. We will pack them in a box, and take them down to the post-office this afternoon. It will provide honest work for the afternoon," retorted Mollie.
She was too happy, too supremely happy, to be stiff and formal. As she darted from one flower-bed to another she looked like an incarnation of the bright spring morning. There was no room in her mind for doubts and fears. The future simply did not exist; the present was all-sufficient.
From the gardens the quartette strolled onwards past the lake, and across the wide park to the further gates; then, returning, paid a visit to the stables. The groom greeted them with a smile, which showed that he had antic.i.p.ated their coming; and, like the other servants, hailed with delight a return to livelier days.
"The horses will get some work now, I hope, ma"am," he said, touching his forehead as he addressed himself to Ruth, as the head of the party.
("The Farrell eyebrows again!" said Mollie to herself.)
"They have had it far too easy for a long time back. The master"s fond of horses, and we need a good many for driving up these steep hills, as everything has to be brought up from the station; but it"s regular gentle exercise as suits "em best. I"ve a nice little mare as would carry you, if you"d care to try her. She"s in this box. f.a.n.n.y, we call her. Whoa! f.a.n.n.y, old girl, come and show yourself! Nice gentle creature, you see, miss: no temper in her."
"But I don"t ride," began Ruth, smiling. "I should like to very much; and I don"t think I should be nervous, but--"
"Oh, I"d love to ride! Is there a horse for me, too? And would you teach us--would you? Could we come down every day and have a lesson?"
interrupted Mollie impetuously.
And the groom wheeled round to face her, and touched his forehead again, his face one smile of delight.
"Ay, would I, miss! Proud to do it. Many"s the one I"ve taught to ride in my time. You settle any hour you like, and I"ll have the horses ready for you, and take you a turn across the park. There"s some old side-saddles put away in the loft. I"ll have "em down, and put in order for ye. And the gentlemen? You"ll not be needing any lessons, I"m thinking."
"Oh no! I think I can manage to sit any horse you have here," replied Victor in a slightly superior tone.
Jack, however, shook his head, and said--