"Yes. You see I"m training you to play your part as an English landowner," replied Everard. "You ought to know something about your estate."
Carmel shook her head emphatically.
"Don"t call it _my_ estate, please! I"ve told you again and again that I don"t mean to take it from you. How could a girl like I am manage it properly? You know all about it, and I don"t. People can"t be made to take things they don"t want. As soon as I"m twenty-one, I shall hand it straight over to you. I"d like to see you master of the Chase!"
It was Everard"s turn to shake his head.
"That can never be, Carmel! Please let us consider that matter perfectly settled, and don"t let us open the question again. It"s an utter impossibility for me ever to be master of the Chase. That"s final! I may have my faults, but I"m not a sneak or a fortune-hunter."
"You"re not cross with me, Everard?" Carmel was looking at him anxiously.
"No, dear, but you"re such a child! You can"t understand things properly yet. You will when you"re older."
"Then what are you going to do, Everard, after you leave college?"
"Study for the Bar, I hope. It"s the kind of career that would suit me, I think."
Carmel"s dark eyes shone.
"Then I shall come to court, and hear you plead a case! And when you get into Parliament--oh yes! you _are_ going to get into Parliament, I _know_ you are!--I shall sit in the Ladies" Gallery and listen to your first speech. If you won"t be Squire of Cheverley, you must become famous in some other way! In Sicily we think a tremendous amount about being the head of the family. You"ll be the head of the Ingletons, and you"ve got to make a name for the sake of the others."
"I know I ought to take my father"s place to the younger ones," answered Everard gravely. "I"ll do what I can in that line, though I"m not much to boast of myself, I"m afraid. I"m not the good sort you think me, Carmel. But there, you little witch, you"ve cast your glamour over me, somehow! I suppose I"ve got to try to be all you want me. Princess Carmel gives her orders here, it seems!"
"Yes, and in things like this she expects to be obeyed!" laughed Carmel.
"I told you once before that you hadn"t got the same shape of forehead as the Emperor Augustus for nothing!"
It was after the girls had returned to school, during some bitter weather at the end of January, that Lilias caught a severe cold, and was kept in bed. Dr. Martin, sent for from Glazebrook, took a serious view of the case, and asked to consult with Dr. Hill of Balderton, the family physician at Cheverley Chase. They sounded the patient"s chest, examined the temperature charts kept by Miss Walters, and decided that the climate of Chilcombe was too damp for her at present, and that she would benefit by spending the trying spring months in a warmer and drier atmosphere. The result of this ultimatum was a large amount of writing and telegraphing between England and Sicily, several confabulations among Mr. Bowden, Cousin Clare, Mr. Stacey, and Miss Walters, and then the remarkable and delightful announcement that the invalid, escorted by a detachment of her family, was to be taken to Casa Bianca at Montalesso on a visit to Mr. and Mrs. Greville.
It was, of course, Carmel who had engineered the whole business.
"It"s nearly a year since I left home," she explained, "so it"s time they let me go and see them. I couldn"t take Lilias without Dulcie, it wouldn"t be kind, and even Miss Walters saw that, though she held out at first. Then Everard has been working very hard, and needs a change, but, if Mr. Stacey goes with us, they can use Daddy"s gun-room for a study, and read for three or four hours every morning. And Cousin Clare must come too, to take care of us all; we couldn"t leave her behind. Mother loved her when she came over to fetch me last year. I don"t believe she"d have let anybody else take me away. Oh, how I want to show Sicily to you all! Won"t we have absolutely the time of our lives? To think of going home and taking you with me!"
It was wonderful how Princess Carmel seemed to manage to get her own way. Mr. Bowden and Miss Walters, who were the natural obstacles to the plan, yielded quite amicably after only a short opposition. Cousin Clare had encouraged the scheme from the first, and Mr. Stacey and Everard were all enthusiasm.
"You"ll need us men to look after the luggage," declared Everard, oblivious of the fact that Cousin Clare had successfully piloted Carmel and her boxes across the continent without any masculine a.s.sistance, and was quite capable of traveling round the world on her own account.
As Mr. Greville was one of the directors of a line of Mediterranean steamers running from Liverpool to Alexandria, it was decided that the party should book pa.s.sages in the _Clytie_, and go by sea as far as Malta, crossing from there in a local vessel to Sicily. The doctors thought that a sea voyage would be better for Lilias than a long tiring train journey across France and Italy, and as it was a novel experience, the idea was attractive to most of the party. Fortunately they were able to engage the accommodation they needed, and set out without further loss of time.
I will not describe the journey to Liverpool, or the wearisome drive through drab streets and along miles of docks till they reached the _Clytie_. She was a steamer of about 6,000 tons, and, considering the crowded condition of all sea traffic at the time, they might think themselves very lucky to be able to secure cabins without waiting months for the privilege. It was indeed only owing to Mr. Greville"s influence that they had been able to do so. With much curiosity they looked round the floating castle which was to be their home for perhaps a fortnight.
All seemed new and strange to their wondering eyes--the dining-saloon, with its long table and fixed, crimson plush-covered chairs, that swivelled round like music-stools to allow their owners to sit down on them; the small saloon, with mirrors, piano, and books, specially reserved for the ladies instead of a drawing-room; the smoke-room for the gentlemen, and the steward"s pantry. The cramped sleeping accommodation rather appalled the girls, though Cousin Clare, who was a seasoned traveler, a.s.sured them it was far more roomy than that given on many other vessels. As a matter of fact, the captain had turned out of his own cabin for them, and was sleeping next to the chart-house on the bridge, so that at any rate they had the best accommodation which the _Clytie_ afforded. Four berths in a s.p.a.ce about nine feet square certainly does not allow much elbow room; the girls planned to go to bed in relays, and wondered how they could possibly have managed in the still smaller quarters at which Cousin Clare had hinted. Neatness and order seemed an absolute essential. There was no place except their berths on which to lay anything down, and their possessions had to remain inside their cabin trunks. Each had brought a linen case with pockets, and tacked it on to the wall beside her berth, to hold hairbrush, comb, handkerchiefs, and a few other immediate necessities, but when anything else was wanted, the trunks must be pulled from under the bunks and their contents turned over.
They had hardly arranged their luggage in their cabin, when Everard came in to tell them that the vessel was getting under way, and they all rushed on deck to witness the start. Out from the dock they steamed into the wide estuary of the Mersey, where ships of many nations might be seen, and the pale February sunshine was gleaming upon the gray tidal waters that lay in front, and on the roofs and chimneys of the great city they were leaving behind.
"I can understand emigrants feeling it a wrench to say good-by to England!" said Dulcie, leaning on the rail and fluttering her handkerchief as a parting tribute to her country. "I"d be sorry if I were never coming back any more! Home"s home!"
"Yes, and Sicily is mine!" said Carmel with shining eyes. "I can"t forget that every day is taking me nearer to Mother! Only a fortnight more, and we shall be at Casa Bianca! How I hope we shall have a smooth voyage, and perhaps we shall get there even sooner. Now we have once started off, I feel as if I can"t wait! I didn"t know till to-day that I was so homesick!"
The first twenty-four hours on board the _Clytie_ pa.s.sed very successfully. The Ingletons dined, spent an evening in the saloon, made the acquaintance of other pa.s.sengers, and next morning amused themselves with deck games. They began to congratulate the captain on the calmness of the pa.s.sage, but he laughed and told them not to count up their blessings too soon.
"In February we may expect anything in the way of weather," he remarked.
And he was right. Directly they entered the Bay of Biscay they encountered a storm. At first the girls thought it rather fun to feel the vessel heaving its way through the water, to have to hold on to the chairs as they crossed the saloon, and to be nearly jerked off the stairs when they went on deck. But as evening came on, one by one they began to feel the effects of _mal de mer_, and long before the dinner-gong sounded had retired thankfully to their berths. The time that followed was an absolute nightmare. The heavy seas dashed the _Clytie_ about like a match-box. She pitched and tossed, and rolled, so that one moment the girls, lying on their backs, would find their heels higher than their heads, and the next instant the position would be reversed. The violence of the rolling almost flung them out on to the floor, and they were obliged to cling to the wooden edges of their berths. All their possessions were rolling about the cabin, the linen tidies had tumbled down, and hairbrushes, shoes, sponges, clothing, and trunks spun round and round in confusion. The noise was terrific, the wind blew a hurricane, and great waves broke over the deck with tremendous force. To add to the danger, the cargo in the hold shifted, and an enormous fly-wheel, which, with some other machinery was being taken to Alexandria, broke loose from the chains that held it, and dashed about smashing all with which it came in contact.
Even when morning dawned, the storm did not abate. The girls heard afterwards that the men on the look-out were obliged to be lashed to the rail with ropes, that the captain never left the bridge for twenty-four hours, and that the hatches had been battened down to prevent any pa.s.sengers from venturing on deck. At the time they were far too ill to care about any such details; Lilias and Dulcie would thankfully have gone to the bottom, and though Carmel and Cousin Clare were more cheerful, the physical discomfort troubled them decidedly more than the danger. The stewardess, who, poor woman, was herself ill, managed to struggle into their cabin, and holding on tightly to the berths, would pa.s.s them drinks of tea in cups that could only be filled a quarter full for fear of spilling.
All through that horrible day they lay still, for the violence of the storm made it quite impossible to get up and dress. Towards evening, Carmel, who began to feel better, turned to thoughts of food, and after nibbling a biscuit, begged for something more. Now, when the _Clytie_ was pitching and tossing and generally misbehaving herself, it was manifestly impossible to sit up and wield a knife and fork, for the whole contents of the plate would be whirled away at the next sudden lurch. The stewardess did her best, however, by bringing potatoes baked in their skins, and pears, at both of which delicacies it was possible to nibble while still lying flat, and holding with one hand to the side of the berth. The humor of the situation appealed to Carmel so much that she burst out laughing, and then Cousin Clare, and even Lilias and Dulcie laughed, and were persuaded each to try a potato, too. They s.n.a.t.c.hed intervals of sleep during the night, and woke much refreshed.
Morning found the _Clytie_ off the coast of Portugal, and in comparatively calm waters. Feeling very shaky, the Ingletons managed to dress, and tottered on deck. Everard and Mr. Stacey, both looking pale, though they a.s.sured every one that they were all right, found comfortable chairs for the ladies, and tucked them up snugly with rugs.
After the long hours in the stuffy cabin it was delightful to sit in the sunshine and watch the gray, racing water. Here and there in the distance could occasionally be seen the funnels of far-away steamers, and then there was much excitement and focussing of opera-gla.s.ses and telescopes. They wondered if other vessels had been caught in the same storm, and how they had fared, and Dulcie even hoped they might encounter a wreck, and have the privilege of rescuing pa.s.sengers from open boats. She was quite disappointed when nothing so romantic happened.
It was interesting to go down to lunch in the saloon, and find the "fiddles" still on the table--long racks with holes in which the dishes and plates exactly fit, so that they cannot be shaken about. There was naturally much conversation among the pa.s.sengers in relation to the storm, and it was pa.s.sed round the table as a joke that the captain himself had been seasick, though he would not for a moment admit that he was capable of such a landlubber"s weakness.
"If I had known what it was going to be like, I would never have come by sea!" declared Lilias, whose symptoms had been more acute than those of any one else in the party.
"That"s what everybody says at first, young lady," returned Captain Porter. "Wait till you get seasoned a little, then you"ll find out the charms of Father Neptune"s kingdom. I don"t mind betting that by the time we get to Malta, you"ll have fallen in love with the Mediterranean, and won"t want to leave the vessel and will be begging me to take you on to Alexandria!"
"And leave the others to go to Sicily? No, thanks!" laughed Lilias.
CHAPTER XVI
The Casa Bianca
On the following morning the pa.s.sengers of the _Clytie_ woke to find themselves steaming into the port of Tangiers. They scrambled through their toilets and hurried on deck, in raptures over the view of the old Moorish town against a background of green trees, and the blue waters of the bay in front. As some cargo was to be shipped, there would be time to go on sh.o.r.e, and a party was made up under the escort of Captain Porter and of the Greek agent who had arrived on board with the pilot.
Donkeys were hired for the ladies, and a cavalcade set forth to view the Kasbah, or native market, and some beautiful gardens outside the city walls. It was strange to the girls to be in Morocco, with black faces all round them, and to catch glimpses through open doorways of Moorish courtyards, of marble fountains, or of little Arab children chanting the Koran. They were glad indeed of a masculine escort, for their donkey-boys looked such a wild crew that would have been frightened to be left alone with them, and the eastern aspect and general dirt of the place, though picturesque, made them thankful when they were safely back again on board ship.
To their intense interest, part of the cargo consisted of Mohammedan pilgrims for Mecca. The rank and file of these encamped on the lower deck, where they sat, ate, slept, and cooked their food over charcoal braziers, filling up their time by reciting the Koran in a monotonous chant. A wealthy merchant from Morocco was also traveling to Alexandria with his wife and family, and had engaged all the second-cla.s.s quarters of the _Clytie_ for his exclusive occupation. His lady was brought on board closely veiled, and made no further appearance, but Dulcie and Carmel, standing one day on the upper deck, could see down to the second-cla.s.s deck, and noticed three small children run out to play. The boys were each clothed in a white garment with a gaily colored striped sash, but the beautiful little girl wore a dress of palest blue velvet, exquisitely embroidered with roses. Carmel, who adored children, could not resist the temptation to call to them and throw them each an orange, whereupon some warning voice summoned them inside the cabin, and after that, though the boys occasionally played on the deck, the girl was never again allowed to expose her face to the gaze of strangers.
Another brief halt was made at Algiers, a less barbaric place than Tangiers, and quite up to date and modern in its handsome French quarter, though picturesque in the Arab part of the city. It was possible to get carriages here, instead of donkeys, and the pa.s.sengers went on sh.o.r.e for a delightful drive to the Caliph Mustapha palace, through woods of eucalyptus, and pine, and palm, and gardens of flowering shrubs. They would have been glad to stay longer in such a beautiful spot, but the _Clytie_ was getting up steam, and unless they wished to be left behind they must go on board again.
The Ingleton party agreed afterwards that their voyage down the Mediterranean was an experience never to be forgotten. In the bright February sunshine the blue waters deserved their reputation. It was warm as summer, and all day the pa.s.sengers lived on deck, watching the smooth sea and distant coastline, or amusing themselves with games. Mr. Stacey, with his jolly, hearty ways and talent for entertaining, was, of course, the life and soul of everything. He organized various sports during the day, and concerts and theatricals during the evening. He was great at deck cricket, which, owing to the limitations of the vessel, is a very different game from that on land. The b.a.l.l.s are made of odds and ends of rope, twisted together by the sailors, and must be hit with caution so as not to be sent overboard. Any luckless cricketer whose ball goes flying into the deep is immediately required, by the rules of ship"s etiquette, to buy another from the sailors who make them, so an unaccustomed batsman may be landed in much expense. Everybody found it great fun, however, and when they had lost the day"s supply of b.a.l.l.s, would take to ring quoits and deck billiards instead.
But perhaps the most popular game of all was "bean-bags." For this the pa.s.sengers were divided into two teams. Each team stood in couples facing each other at a distance of about a yard. At the top and bottom of each column was placed a chair, and on the top chair were piled twelve small canvas bags filled with beans. The teams waited at attention till the umpire blew a whistle, at which signal they started simultaneously. The player nearest the chair on the right-hand side seized a bean-bag and flung it to his opposite neighbor, who in his turn flung it to No. 2 on the right-hand side, who threw it back to No. 2 on the left, and so on down the line. Meantime player No. 1 had caught up a second, and a third bean-bag, and continued pa.s.sing on others till all the twelve were in process of motion. They were tossed backwards and forwards till they reached the chair at the bottom of the line, and were then returned in the same way that they had come. Whichever team succeeded first in getting all its bean-bags back to its starting chair was considered to have won the game. It was really a much more difficult business than it sounds, for some of the pa.s.sengers were "b.u.t.ter-fingers" and would fail to catch the bags, and much valuable time was wasted in picking them up, while others were apt to cheat, and in order to get on quicker would throw to No. 9 instead of to No. 8, an error which the umpire"s sharp eyes would immediately detect, and he would cause the bag to go back to the starting-point.
Among all these amus.e.m.e.nts the time on the Mediterranean pa.s.sed rapidly and pleasantly. Lilias was already wonderfully better, the mild sea breezes had almost banished her cough, and her appet.i.te was a source of satisfaction to Cousin Clare.
"Casa Bianca will finish the cure!" declared Carmel. "I know what care Mother will take of you! Only a few days more now, and we shall be there!"
Captain Porter"s laughing prophecy that Lilias would be so much in love with voyaging that she would want to go on to Alexandria was partly justified, for she was genuinely sorry to leave the vessel when they arrived at Valetta, the port of Malta.
"I shall come on the _Clytie_ again some day," she a.s.sured him. "Only I bargain that you take me all the way up the Nile to look at the pyramids and the ruined temples!"
"Very well, if you"ll undertake to dig out the Nile"s basin so as to accommodate a vessel of six thousands tons!" laughed the captain.
"Otherwise I shall have to arrange to take you in a sea-plane!"