"Right you are! Hold him while I get my hat and my bike. I don"t think I can carry him and ride--he"d wriggle. I"ll have to wheel my machine home. There, kiss his nose just once more, and let him go!"
CHAPTER VIII
An Adventure
The transference of Tony cemented the friendship between Gwethyn and Githa. With such a precious bond to unite them, intimacy followed as a matter of course. On closer acquaintance the little Toadstool proved quite an interesting companion; she was humorous and amusing, and though not demonstrative, seemed to have a store of affection hidden behind the barrier of her reserve. She was seldom confidential, but every now and then she would open her heart the least little bit, and give Gwethyn a peep at her real feelings.
"Why did you take such a spite against me when first I came?" asked the latter in one of these rare moments.
"I don"t know! I liked you and yet I hated you! I think it was because you and Katrine sprung yourselves so suddenly on me that morning in the orchard. You caught me in my old pinafore feeding the fowls. You both looked so smart, and you marched up so confidently asking for milk, and evidently taking me for a farm girl. I could have thrown stones at you!
I thought you were conceited, and I"d try and take you down a peg."
"You certainly did your best. You were absolutely vitriolic!"
"Well, I"m sorry. No, I"m not! You were rather conceited at first. You and Katrine thought you"d just run the show at Aireyholme. You"re ever so much nicer now. Don"t be offended! I always say what I think. You know that by this time."
The Toadstool was certainly apt to carry the virtue of frankness beyond all bounds, and to allow it to degenerate into a vice. Gwethyn, however, was a very even-tempered girl, and instead of taking offence she only laughed good-humouredly at most of Githa"s remarks, and told her not to be a little wasp. In the circ.u.mstances it was the best possible treatment. People who are fond of making smart and stinging remarks are always disconcerted if they fall flat. Gwethyn"s good-natured toleration made Githa rather ashamed of herself. Insensibly she was catching her new friend"s tone. The habit of perpetually sharpening her wit upon her companions began to slip away; not all at once, for habits are a strong growth, but by distinctly perceptible degrees. Even the girls noticed a difference. "Spitfire isn"t half so venomous as she used to be," was the general verdict.
Though Githa might practise plain speaking where other people were concerned, she was extremely reserved on the subject of her own affairs.
Only very occasionally would she wax confidential and talk about her home life. Even then the sc.r.a.ps of information seemed to escape her unwillingly. From the few hints thus dropped, and from what the other girls could tell, Gwethyn pieced together the main outline of her friend"s childhood. It was a sad little story. Lilac Grange had been full of tragedy. Six years ago, when on a visit there, Githa"s father, mother, and two elder sisters had fallen victims to a virulent outbreak of diphtheria, and had died within a few days of one another. The boy and girl, the sole survivors of the family, were adopted by their grandfather, and had lived with him at the Grange until his sudden death three years afterwards. Old Mr. Ledbury had often mentioned that he meant to make provision for his two grandchildren, but apparently he had allowed the months to slip by without fulfilling his intention. When his affairs were investigated, the only will which could be discovered was one dated ten years back, in which he left his entire fortune to his elder son, Wilfred Ledbury. At that time he had quarrelled with his daughter, Githa"s mother, but a reconciliation had followed shortly afterwards, and the Hamiltons had stayed at the Grange on quite friendly terms. Mr. Ledbury had had another son, Frank, a headstrong, unsettled fellow, who had also quarrelled with his hot-tempered father and had gone away to America. That Frank should be entirely cut out of any inheritance, though unjust, was not surprising; but the neighbourhood agreed that to leave the orphan grandchildren penniless was an open scandal, and that old Mr. Ledbury had failed in his duty by neglecting to make a will in their favour.
Ill-natured people even whispered sometimes that Mr. Wilfred Ledbury, who had been on the spot at the time of his father"s death, had spent the night hunting through his papers, and had probably suppressed any doc.u.ment that was not to his advantage. Such stories, however, were only in the nature of gossip. Nothing could be proved. n.o.body had seen, or witnessed, a later will, and Mr. Wilfred Ledbury stepped unchallenged into his heritage. After all, it was not as good as he had expected. A number of securities, which he had believed his father to possess, turned out to have been disposed of beforehand, though what had become of the purchase-money it was impossible to tell. Old Mr. Ledbury had been fond of speculating on the Stock Exchange, and he had probably lost it in some unlucky venture. Mrs. Wilfred, thinking the Grange unhealthy, had refused to go and live there, so the furniture was sold, and the old house was to let, though so far no tenant had yet been found to take it.
Mr. Wilfred Ledbury was a solicitor in Carford, and owned a pretty house in a much more open and airy situation four miles beyond Heathwell. His daughter was married (to his partner in the firm), and his sons were grown up, one practising at the Bar in London, and the other a professor at Cambridge. His whole interest was centred in his own children and their prospects. He had taken charge of his nephew and niece after his father"s death, and gave them a home and education, but he let them feel that he considered them an enc.u.mbrance. The boarding-school which he chose for Cedric was not altogether suitable, but he would not listen to the boy"s complaints, or inquire into the justice of his grievances.
Githa he simply ignored. He paid the bills for her schooling and clothes, but took no notice of her. She kept out of his way as much as possible, and rarely spoke to him unless he asked her a question.
Mrs. Ledbury was not unkind, but did not care to be troubled with her niece. She left Githa almost entirely to her own devices. Except when her brother came back for the holidays the poor child led a lonely life at her uncle"s home. She amused herself mostly out of doors. She was fond of animals, kept a few rabbits and white mice in a disused stable, and liked to help to look after the poultry. In the house she was suppressed and quiet, generally with her nose buried in a book. Her aunt said that she was a most unresponsive, tiresome, and unaccountable child, with no sense of grat.i.tude for all that was done for her. The one person in the world whom Githa worshipped was her brother Cedric. She lived for his return from school, and the holidays spent with him were her landmarks for the year. At present she bestowed the wealth of her surplus affection upon Tony. He was a fascinating little dog, and so well-behaved that Mrs. Ledbury offered no objections to his temporary adoption. She was really kind to her niece in the matter of allowing her to keep pets. Tony took to his new mistress with an enthusiasm that would have disgusted Gwethyn, had she seen it. But Githa was discreet enough not to descant too much upon his blandishments, and keep his affection as a delightful secret between herself and him.
"I took you first of all to please Gwethyn, you precious!" she would say, kissing his silky head; "but now you"re like my own, and what I"ll do when I"ve got to give you up I don"t know!"
Gwethyn, ignorant of the fickle Tony"s lightly transferred allegiance, would ask eagerly for news of him each morning. She kept a snapshot of him on her dressing-table, and urged Githa to take the earliest opportunity of smuggling him to school for a day. But Githa, under the plea of the gardener"s lack of connivance, and fear of Mrs. Franklin"s wrath, always managed to find some excuse, and put the matter off to a future date.
The Marsdens had been again to the Grange with Miss Aubrey, and had finished their sketches of the dovecot. It was a pretty subject, and the result was quite successful. Katrine, contemplating her canvas in the studio on the following afternoon, was frankly pleased.
"We"re both improving," she said to Gwethyn (the two girls had the room to themselves for once). "I like Miss Aubrey"s style of teaching immensely. It"s just what I wanted. She"s helped me enormously. By the by, I lost my best penknife at the Grange yesterday. I must have dropped it somewhere by my camp-stool."
"What a nuisance! But you have another?"
"Not so good. I don"t mean to abandon that dear little pearl-handled one. Will you come with me now, and we"ll go and look for it?"
"Right-o! The Grange is out of bounds, but who cares?"
"Certainly I don"t! Mrs. Franklin"s rules are ridiculous for a girl of my age. Surely I can go and fetch my penknife? Besides, we needn"t go by the road. If we climb the fence in the orchard we can cut across the fields as the crow flies, and get into the lane by the big gate of the Grange."
"I"m your girl! Let"s toddle off at once. If any one croaks I"m sure we can call the fields within bounds."
"I"m not going to be bound by bounds. Mrs. Franklin is a bounder!"
retorted Katrine grandly.
Nevertheless, she did not make her exit over the orchard fence until she was sure no one was watching. Choosing a suitable moment, the girls scaled the low bars, then skirted round by the hedge along the field till they were out of sight of Aireyholme. By this short cut it was only a few minutes" walk to the Grange.
The old house seemed more than ever like a story-book palace with an enchanted garden. The lilacs were fading, but the tangle of greenery had grown taller and wilder, and even the very windows were invaded and half covered by long trails of bindweed and traveller"s joy that stretched out quickly spreading shoots and clinging tendrils, and threatened to bury everything in a ma.s.s of vegetation.
"How absolutely still and quiet it is!" said Katrine. "I don"t suppose a soul ever comes near except ourselves. It doesn"t look as if a footstep had been across the gra.s.s for a long time. Why, here"s my penknife, on the walk. I must have dropped it out of my painting-bag. I"m so glad I"ve found it."
"It"s well we came this afternoon. It would have rusted if it had lain there much longer. I wonder what the old house is like inside?"
"Probably very dark and damp, with the windows shaded and unopened."
"It looks gloomy--as if people had died there."
"It is sad to see it so neglected and overgrown. One feels Nature has been too exuberant, she doesn"t care about our little lives and tragedies, it doesn"t matter to her what has been suffered here. She just pushes that all to one side and forgets, and goes on making fresh shoots as if nothing had happened."
"I think it"s kind of her to try and throw a lovely green veil over the place. It"s like charity covering a mult.i.tude of sins. She"s doing her best in her own way to soften down the tragedy. I"m going to lift her veil and take a peep inside," and Gwethyn pulled back a ma.s.s of succulent briony and peered through the dim gla.s.s.
"Can you see anything?"
"Yes, I can see a hall and long pa.s.sage. It looks interesting. This window is not latched. I believe I could push it up if you"d help me.
Heave-o! There, it"s actually open."
The girls found themselves peering into a small room, which was apparently the vestibule of a hall. The window was not placed very high, so low indeed that Gwethyn scrambled without much difficulty on to the sill.
"I"m going in!" she declared. "It will be ever such fun to explore. I always wondered what the inside was like."
She dropped quite easily on to the floor within, and gave a hand to Katrine, who was not slow in following. Both felt it would be an adventure to investigate the interior of the old house. They stood still for a moment, listening, but not a sound was to be heard, so they ventured to go forward.
"I believe we have the place absolutely and entirely to ourselves, unless there are a few ghosts flitting about the pa.s.sages! They"d seem more suitable inhabitants than human beings!" proclaimed Gwethyn.
Several sitting-rooms led from the hall, which by their decorations proclaimed their use. The one with the rosewood fittings was undoubtedly the dining-room, the larger one with the big bow window could not fail to be the drawing-room, and the one to the back, with the oak panelling, must surely be a study or library. The wall-papers were very faded and dilapidated, and the paint dingy; there was an air of shabbiness about everything, the numerous damp-stains, the cobwebs, the odd heaps of straw and the thick dust helped to render it unattractive, and the general impression was forlorn in the extreme.
"I don"t wonder n.o.body takes it," said Gwethyn. "I should say it will be to let for years and years. Why doesn"t Mr. Ledbury tidy it up?"
"Perhaps he thinks it"s no use spending the money unless he has a possible tenant. Even if he papered and painted it, it would soon get into the same state if no one lived here."
"He might have a caretaker."
"Yes, I wonder he doesn"t. I expect it"s so far away from the village that n.o.body would come without being very highly paid, and he couldn"t afford that when he"s getting no rent."
How large the place seemed! The girls peeped into empty room after empty room, their footsteps echoing in that strange hollow fashion that is only noticed in deserted houses.
"It gives me the shivers, it"s so wretched," said Gwethyn. "I certainly shouldn"t like to live here. I think we"ve been nearly all round. Shall we go downstairs again? Wait! There"s just this one pa.s.sage that leads somewhere."
"Haven"t you seen enough?"
"My curiosity is insatiable."