"No use for me. I can"t ride, and it"s no use beginning. I"m only here for a week."
The groom looked the surprise he was too well trained to express.
"Indeed, sir. Well, I can give you a mount if you change your mind. It wouldn"t take long to get your seat; and it"s pleasant exercise these spring days. The carriages are round this way, miss. There"s a pretty little cart you might like to drive yourself."
He led the way forward; but while the others followed, Mollie hung behind, blocking Jack"s way. Something prompted her to speak, an impulse too strong to be resisted.
"Do learn!" she cried entreatingly. "Learn with us. Why won"t you? It would be such fun. You said you hated to be idle. It wouldn"t be wasted time if you learnt a useful accomplishment."
"Hardly useful to me, I am afraid, Miss Mollie. I have no money for horses. My only acquaintance with them is from the top of a City omnibus."
"But you can"t tell what might happen. We might go to war again, and you might want to volunteer. You might grow rich. Besides, you volunteered to come and stay with the "Chosen," and then you will certainly find it useful. So you will join us, won"t you?"
Jack laughed and hesitated, looking down at the flushed, eager face. It seemed a very trifling matter. He could not tell that with the acceptance or refusal of this light request the whole of his future destiny was involved. He only thought that Mollie was a charmingly pretty girl, and that it would be amusing to practise riding by her side.
"Well! since you put it like that, I can"t refuse," he answered laughingly. "We will learn together, Miss Mollie, and good luck to our efforts."
"But what about the riding-habits?" asked Ruth.
"We must get them," said Mollie.
"Where?" asked Ruth.
"At a tailor"s," said Mollie. "Bond Street, for choice; only it would be difficult to arrange about fitting. I"m not at all sure that we shan"t have to pay a visit to town on this matter of clothes. For the present I mean to consult that maid, and see what can be done until we can get habits well made for us. And--who knows?--there may be some old things stored away somewhere which will come in handy. Anyway, I"m going to begin lessons to-morrow, habit or no habit. You can do as you like."
As there was no time to be lost, the maid was summoned only to proclaim her inability to manufacture riding attire in the s.p.a.ce of twenty-four hours, or to produce the same from the household treasures.
"There is the mistress"s habit, of course, but that was locked away with her other clothes; and even if I could get at it I wouldn"t dare to use it. Mr Farrell keeps everything she wore, and n.o.body touches them but himself. There"s a very good tailor at Bexham, miss--only half an hour"s rail from here. Many of the ladies go to him for their things."
"But we want something now--at once! Something to wear to-morrow.
Surely you can think of something? Mr Farrell said we were to ask you for everything we wanted, and this is the first thing we have asked for.
You must suggest something!" cried Mollie imperiously.
Thus adjured, Emma pursed up her lips, and wrinkled her forehead, leant her head on one side, and stared at the ceiling for inspiration.
Presently it came, for the frown disappeared, the lips relaxed into a smile.
"Well, miss," she said, "there"s the parson"s young ladies; they are nearly as big as you, though they are still at school. They ride with the father in the holiday, for the squire let"s them have a mount from the stables whenever they send up. Their habits will be at home, lying idle. They are not much for style, of course, but for a few days, until you have time to get fitted yourself--"
"Emma, you are an angel! It"s a splendid idea! Mrs Thornton begged us to let her help in any way she could. We"ll call this very afternoon, when we go down to post off the flowers, and I"m sure she will be delighted to lend them. Now we can have our first lesson to-morrow.
That"s glorious! I do hate to wait when I have planned anything nice."
At luncheon Mr Farrell made his appearance, and listened with polite indifference to the history of the morning"s doings as volunteered by his guests. He asked no questions, made no suggestions, and retired into the library the moment the meal was over for his daily perusal of the _Times_. Here for the first time he discovered the inconvenience of the novel interruption to his solitude, for the newspaper was missing from its accustomed place, and, on ringing to make inquiries, he was informed that Mr Melland had carried it off to the billiard-room.
"Tell Mr Melland, with my compliments, I should be obliged if he would allow me to have it for the next hour--and order two copies for the future," he said grimly.
And five minutes later Jack appeared in person the bearer of the newspaper and frank apologies.
"I"m really awfully sorry! I did not know you had not seen it. Would you care for me to read aloud any article? I should be glad to be of use."
"Thank you. My eyes are still quite useful. I prefer to read for myself."
Jack had the good sense to depart without further protest, and Mr Farrell stretched himself on his big chair with a sigh of relief. He took no pleasure in his guests, whose bright young presence depressed him by reviving memories of happier days. If it had not been for the necessity of choosing an heir, he would have cherished his solitude as his dearest possession. He congratulated himself, however, that by reserving one room for his own use he could be still safe from interruption, and, turning to a leading article, read the first few paragraphs with leisurely enjoyment. The writing was excellent, the views irreproachable, in that they exactly coincided with his own. He turned with antic.i.p.atory pleasure to the article next in order, when the sound of a light tap-tap came to the door, and Ruth appeared upon the threshold, blushing shyly.
"Uncle Bernard, Mrs Wolff says that you always read the _Times_ after luncheon... Would it be any help if I read aloud what you wish to hear?
Sometimes, when pater is tired--"
"I am obliged to you. I require no help of the sort. Is there any other subject on which you wished to speak to me?"
The tone was so suggestive of concealed wrath that Ruth quailed before it, and the faltering "No" was hardly audible across the room. Mr Farrell lifted the paper from his knee so that his face was hidden from view.
"Then you will forgive my remarking that I prefer to be undisturbed. We shall meet in the drawing-room for tea."
Ruth shut the door, advanced a few steps into the hall, and stamped her foot violently upon the floor. The thick Turkey carpet reduced the noise to the faintest echo, but an answering laugh sounded from behind a screen, and Jack Melland"s eyes looked quizzically into her flushed face.
"Allow me to sympathise. I was sent about my business a few minutes ago. Took back the _Times_ by request, and ventured to offer to read aloud--"
"Oh, so did I! His eyes looked so tired, that I long to do something!
It"s like living in an hotel, to take everything and do nothing in return, but if he is so cross and glares like that I shall never dare to offer again. Do you suppose it will go on like this all the time? Will he avoid us entirely except at meal-times? Shall we never get to know him really? If it is like that, I don"t think I can stand it. I shall run away and go home!"
Jack looked down at her with a kindly sympathy.
"Ah, well, it"s early days to judge! I don"t think it would be consistent with Mr Farrell"s plans to remain a stranger. Opportunities are bound to arise as the days pa.s.s by. Don"t worry about it, but enjoy yourself while you can.--I am going to sit out on the terrace. Will you come, too? It will be quite warm so long as the sun lasts."
They strolled away together, to make acquaintance in a quiet _tete-a- tete_, while once more interruption approached the library in the shape of Mollie, primed for battle. She rapped at the door, received a low growl by way of reply, and had no sooner crossed the threshold than an infuriated voice startled her ears.
"I tell you no! I want no help. I can read without a.s.sistance. Am I stone-blind that I cannot be left in peace to read my paper, as I have done these forty years? How many times over have I to answer the same question?"
"But--but--I haven"t asked you anything yet!" gasped Mollie blankly.
Eyes and lips alike were wide with amazement, but instead of retiring at full speed, as the other two visitors had done before her, she shut the door carefully and advanced towards the fire. "What did you think I was going to say?"
"I have already had two interruptions in the last half-hour; two offers to have my news read aloud--a thing I detest. I conclude you have come on the same mission?"
"No!" Mollie shook her head, half penitent, half amused. "Indeed such a thing never entered my mind. I was selfish enough to be thinking of myself--not you. Something is worrying me. May I sit down and talk to you about it, Uncle Bernard?"
She drew forward a chair even as she spoke, and Mr Farrell made no objection. The _Times_ lay on his lap, his thin hands crossed above it, while his sunken eyes were fixed upon the girl"s face with a curious scrutiny.
"If it is any argument about going or staying, I have already explained--"
"Ah, but it isn"t! I am going to stay. I love staying! I don"t know when I have been so happy in my life as I"ve been to-day, wandering about this sweet old place. It was the most curious feeling this morning before you were down--like living in an enchanted castle where the owner had disappeared! When I gathered the flowers I felt quite like Beau--" She drew herself up sharply--"They were such lovely flowers!"
A short laugh proved that the interruption had come too late.
"As I said before, Miss Mary, you are not overburdened with modesty! I am obliged for my part of the simile!"
But the speaker"s eyes were twinkling with quite the most amiable expression Mollie had yet seen, and she laughed unabashed.
"Ah, well, one description is as exaggerated as the other. I didn"t mean to say it; it just popped out. You know that I didn"t mean to be rude. I wanted to speak to you about something very important--to us, at least. Ruth will be scandalised, but it"s bound to come out sooner or later, and I want to understand our position... We told you this morning that we proposed to learn riding."