"You did."
"And you made no objection."
"On the contrary, I quite approved. It is almost essential for your own comfort and convenience it you wish to enjoy a country life."
"Yes! so we thought. But there is one great objection. We have no habits."
"Indeed!"
"No; of course, we have never ridden at home."
"I presume not."
"And we cannot ride without habits. Emma, the maid, suggested that Mrs Thornton might lend us her daughters" just for a few days; but we cannot keep them long."
"Certainly not!"
Mr Farrell made his remarks with an air of polite indifference, which was peculiarly baffling. It was evident that no lead was to be expected from him, and that Mollie would have to put her request in the plainest possible words. Her lips were pressed together in a momentary hesitation between embarra.s.sment and laughter; then she thought of the lecture she would receive from Ruth if her errand ended in failure, and grew strong again. Her eyes met those of Uncle Bernard still fixed intently on her face.
"I wanted to ask you what we were to do about them, and about clothes altogether! You know we are very poor. Ruth and I have fifteen pounds a year to dress on. You have never been a girl, so you don"t understand what that means; but though we can get along on that at home and could look respectable for a few days" visit, we can"t manage as we are for three whole months, especially when you wish us to go about, and have parties here, and meet your friends on their own terms. We have only those black evening-dresses which you saw last night, and girls can"t always wear the same things, as a man does his dress suit."
"I suppose not."
"No they can"t. So--"
"So?"
Mollie"s cheek flushed with a dawning impatience.
"Uncle Bernard, don"t you think you make it very hard for me? After all, it was your wish that we should stay, and we cannot put the pater to more expense. You said we were to have carte blanche. I want to know if that applies to clothes also?"
"I must say I had not antic.i.p.ated anything of the sort when I made my remark."
"Well then, are you content to have us as we are? It won"t be easy or pleasant, but I suppose we _could_ rub along if you don"t object.
People would make remarks, and as they are your friends--"
"It is a great many years since I have troubled my head about what people say. That argument has no weight with me; but, as you say, you remain here and go into society at my invitation, and it is therefore only reasonable that I should make it possible for you to do so in comfort. I am in ignorance as to what is required. What sum, may I ask, would you consider sufficient to make up deficiencies?"
Mollie"s smile of rapture was a sight to behold. The victory was won, and won so easily that there had been no fight worthy the name. Her mind flew to Ruth, picturing the scene between them when she retold the conversation; then turned at a tangent to gloat over the thought of fineries to come.
"Ah-ah! That"s a difficult question to answer. We shall need riding- habits, and summer things, and evening-dresses, and hosts of etceteras.
I could make myself look respectable for twenty pounds; I could look smart for fifty; I could be a vision for a hundred!" cried Mollie, clasping her hands ecstatically, while once again a faint twinkle showed itself in Mr Farrell"s eyes. His words were, however, as a rule, decidedly damping in tone.
"That is interesting to know, but something less bewildering than visions might be more in keeping with ordinary life. Very well, then, Miss Mary, order what you please, and tell your sister to do the same, and let the bills come in to me. You can run up to town for the day whenever it is necessary, and no doubt you will enjoy the variety. Is there anything more you wish to say?"
He took up the newspaper in sign of dismissal, but Mollie sat her ground, flushing and knitting her brows.
"Uncle Bernard, you are an angel, and I"m ever so much obliged, but please mightn"t we have a fixed sum? It would be so much more comfortable! If it is left like this, we should not know what you would think reasonable or extravagant!"
"And in the other case, I should not know it of you! No; it must be left entirely to your discretion. Get what you please, and as much as you please. I make no restrictions. As I have said before, money is no object to me, but it is my great aim at present to understand your position as to it."
"I understand, but it"s very awkward!" sighed Mollie. Her forehead was puckered with thought; she stroked her soft little chin in thoughtful fashion. "I should like to please you, but I am so completely in the dark. A man"s ideas are so different from a girl"s. If I get all I think necessary, you may think me extravagant!"
"Very possibly I may."
"And if I get less than the best, you might think me mean."
"Very possibly again."
Mollie made an involuntary gesture of impatience, then laughed and tossed her head.
"Uncle Bernard, it is hopeless to try to understand you. There is only one thing to be done; since I don"t know how to please you, I must take extra good care to please myself."
"A most sensible conclusion! I congratulate you upon it. I have, however, one request to make. It is my wish that you and your sister should be independent of each other; each acting exactly as she thinks fit, without reference to the other"s wishes. Is there anything more that you wish to say? If not, may I suggest that I am generally left free from interruption after lunch?"
"I"ll never come again--I promise I won"t, but there is a lot I should like to say if you would let me. I"d like to thank you and tell you how much fun and happiness we shall get out of your generosity; but, I suppose, if I did you would hate it, and call it gush. The best thing I can do is to go away at once; but you can"t prevent me thanking you in my heart."
She looked at him half smiling, half wistful, longing for some sign of softening which might break down the barrier between them, but Mr Farrell did not even meet her glance. His eyes had already strayed towards his newspaper; he was settling himself in his chair and preparing to resume the interrupted reading. Mollie turned with a sigh and left the room.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN.
LEARNING TO RIDE.
The riding-lessons duly began the next day, and, continuing each morning of the week, proved a veritable G.o.dsend to the four young people, in providing amus.e.m.e.nt for hours which might otherwise have hung somewhat heavily on their hands. The season was yet too young for outdoor games, and in the early stages of their mutual acquaintanceship it was difficult to keep up a perpetual flow of conversation. Some occupation of general interest was thus badly needed, and this was supplied by the delightful canters over the moors--delightful, despite the drawbacks which were inseparable from inexperience.
On the first morning the girls were kept sternly in hand by the careful groom, each taken in turn for an amble along a quiet road under his own supervision; while the other strolled about, feeling very fine and large as she held up the skirt of her habit, and nonchalantly flicked her whip to and fro.
From the safe vantage of the ground also it was amusing to watch Jack Melland"s plungings to and fro, and offer him good advice as to the management of his steed. Jack, needless to say, disdained the groom"s good offices, and set forth confident of being able to master any horse by the sheer force of his manhood. His seat was not elegant, certainly, and for once he was at a distinct disadvantage beside Victor, who looked his best on horseback, and was evidently an experienced rider.
On the third day the horses were led to the broad road, crossing the well-treed park, and, after half an hour"s patient trotting to and fro, Ruth was started on her first independent canter, which was fated to have an ignominious end; for the horse, impatient of restraint, increased its pace to a gallop, which swiftly left the groom behind and sent its rider"s composure to the winds. Her foot slipped from the stirrup, she dropped her whip, clung wildly to the pommel, and, regardless of dignity, screamed for help at the pitch of her voice. It seemed an eternity of time, but in reality it was only a couple of minutes, before Victor overtook her, and leaning forward, seized the reins and brought both horses to a halt.
The groom came running up behind, followed by Jack, jogging painfully up and down on his saddle, while Mollie puffed and panted in the rear.
Their faces were all keen with alarm, but fear changed to amus.e.m.e.nt at the sight of Ruth with hat c.o.c.ked rakishly at one side and a thick coil of hair hanging snake-like down her back. She looked piteously for comfort, and, meeting only smiles, drew herself up with what was intended to be an air of haughty disdain; but it is difficult to look haughty when with every moment fresh hairpins are falling to the ground, and with the descent of fresh coils your hat is continually a.s.suming a still more impudent angle.
"You _do_ look a sight!" cried Mollie with sisterly candour, and Ruth beckoned imperiously to the groom to help her to dismount.
"Take me down! I"ve had enough of this for one morning. You must give me another horse to-morrow, Bates. I"ll never trust myself on this hateful creature again. No, thank you, I prefer to walk on my own feet." She jumped to the ground and stood twisting up her hair, her cheeks aflame with mingled fright and annoyance--a sight, indeed, as Mollie had remarked, though the young men"s translation of the term was not perhaps precisely the same as her own.
"I"ll put in a thousand hairpins next time," she said angrily, as she fastened the coils to the best of her ability, and straightened the rakish hat. "You had better see that your hair is safe, Mollie, before you have your turn. I am going to sit down on the gra.s.s and jeer at you for a change. It"s so easy to be superior when you are doing nothing yourself!"
"I shan"t hang on to my pommel, anyway, and I won"t call, "Help, murder, thieves!" whatever happens," cried Mollie lightly. "I am going round this curve, so you can all watch and see how well I do it!"
She flicked her horse"s side as she spoke with quite a professional air of unconcern, and started off at a brisk canter, holding herself resolutely erect, despite the ever-increasing pain in the small of her back. Echoes of "Bravo! bravo!" followed her down the path and goaded her to increased exertion. A second flip on Prince"s back sent him forward at such a surprising increase of speed that, involuntarily, she gripped the pommel; then, remembering her resolve, let go her hold to hang on more and more tightly to the reins.
Prince tossed his head and gave an expostulatory amble. Mollie set her lips and pulled the stronger. She was not conscious that the right hand pulled more strongly than the left, but that it did so was proved by the fact that the horse gradually abandoned the path and directed its course across the gra.s.s. The watchers behind gave cries of warning as they saw what was happening, but in her agitation Mollie mistook their meaning for more applause and dashed headlong on her way.
She was so much occupied in keeping her seat that she had no eyes to discover danger ahead, but the groom looked with dismay at the low- spreading trees on right and left, and raced across the gra.s.s to intercept her progress. He was too late, however. Maddened by the incessant dragging of the reins Prince galloped ahead, skirting so closely a clump of trees that it was only by crouching low over the saddle that Mollie escaped accident. The watchers drew deep breaths of relief, but renewed their anxiety as once more horse and rider disappeared from sight behind a giant elm, whose branches hung threateningly towards the ground.