"I"m going to be a doctor when I grow up," he confided to Gwen, "so microscopic work will be a help to me. Dad"s teaching me a little sc.r.a.p of dispensing now, just to amuse me."
"I hope he doesn"t let you make up the bottles of medicine!" laughed Gwen. "I pity the patients."
"Rather not, but I see what goes in them. If you"ll come over to the surgery some day I"ll make you taste something for laughing!"
"We should be lost without d.i.c.k now," said Gwen one day at tea. "What shall we do when he goes back to school?"
"I"m afraid that won"t be just yet," said Mr. Gascoyne. "He doesn"t get strong as fast as his father hoped. He"s a nice lad, not brilliant, but very painstaking over his work. It"s quite a pleasure to teach him."
CHAPTER VIII
Gwen Receives a Letter
After her talk with Father on the evening of the prize-giving Gwen went back to school determined, if she could not feel cordial just at present towards her cla.s.smates, she would at least bury the hatchet and take no notice of the unkindness they had exhibited. It seemed much the most dignified course, for Gwen was far too proud to look injured, or to show even to Netta that she had felt hurt. Perhaps the girls were a little ashamed of themselves. Iris Watson and one or two others spoke to her with quite an approach to friendliness, and Elspeth Frazer asked her opinion about the costumes for the play. Gwen was not taking a part, so she was rather a free lance in that respect, and her advice was likely to be disinterested. Each Form got up its own particular act with a secrecy worthy of the Freemasons. It was a point of honour not to betray the least tiny hint of what was going to happen, in order that the performance should be a complete surprise to the rest of the school.
Now the Fifth had decided to give the trial scene from the _Merchant of Venice_--rather an ambitious and decidedly a hackneyed piece to select. The Dramatic Society was influenced in its choice, however, by several considerations; the Form was studying _The Merchant_, and had learnt the princ.i.p.al speeches for recitations, which would save a great deal of trouble to the performers in the matter of studying parts. Then Hilda Browne"s father was a barrister and would lend his wig for the occasion, and Louise Mawson could bring a gown that would do excellently for Shylock"s gaberdine, also two sets of tights and doublets and feathered caps, all of which were invaluable a.s.sets in the way of stage properties.
"We must manage the rest of the costumes as best we can," said Elspeth. "Charlotte Perry knows of a dressmaker who makes fancy dresses very cheaply. She does them for other schools. The chief question is the scheme of colour: Hilda wants us to copy exactly from some celebrated picture, and Louise says it doesn"t matter as long as everything looks very bright and gay. Here"s a book of costumes. Tell me what you think."
As Gwen turned over the pages of the little volume, with its ill.u.s.trations of Ba.s.sanio, Jessica, &c., a horrible suspicion suddenly shot into her mind. Where had she seen that book before? And just lately too! Why, at home, of course! She had come into the sitting-room suddenly and found Winnie and Beatrice discussing it over the fire. Winnie had suppressed it instantly, but not before she had caught a glimpse both of the ill.u.s.trations and the t.i.tle. She remembered them perfectly. Now Winnie, as well as being Junior Mistress for the Fifth, was a member of a cla.s.s for higher mathematics composed of a few Senior girls and taught by a professor who came weekly from the University at Radchester. On the strength of this cla.s.s she considered herself still one of the Sixth for special purposes, and licensed to take part in school performances. Was the Sixth going to act in the _Merchant of Venice_? It looked uncommonly like it. Why else should Winnie be studying that particular book of costumes?
Gwen was in a dilemma. She did not know what to do. Not only did the Rodenhurst code of honour regard Form secrets as being inviolable as those of the confessional, but further she had been continually warned by Father and Beatrice that, now Winnie was a mistress, she and Lesbia must be particularly careful never to repeat anything they heard at home which might be likely to compromise their sister at school. It was clearly impossible to betray the least hint of her suspicion, but on the other hand it would be an exceedingly stupid _denouement_ if both Forms were to act the same play. She decided to try finesse.
"Have you absolutely decided on _The Merchant_?" she said. "Don"t you think it"s rather stale to choose our Form subject? It"s been done before too."
"Not for three years," objected Elspeth. "That"s quite time enough for most of the girls to have forgotten it. Besides, I know the speeches."
"You could learn some fresh ones."
"Oh, I dare say! It sounds easy enough when you haven"t to do it yourself. One"s homework is quite enough just now without learning pages of blank verse. Then there are the costumes."
"Wouldn"t they come in for _The Rivals_? You might do some scenes from that. We"ve never had it at school before, and it"s simply ripping.
Or part of _She Stoops to Conquer_ would be gorgeously funny."
"You couldn"t put Sir Anthony Absolute into Shylock"s gaberdine, or Tony Lumpkin into a Venetian doublet and tights! And what about the wig? Hilda"s had hard work to persuade her father to lend it, and she"d be fearfully offended if it wasn"t used."
These arguments were so conclusive that Gwen sighed. Nevertheless she made a last appeal.
"Well, I think you"re very silly to act _The Merchant_," she said.
"You might choose something far more original and interesting. It"s an opportunity wasted--and, if you"ll only believe me, I"m quite sure you"ll be sorry for it."
"It"s you that"s silly, Gwen Gascoyne!" retorted the indignant Elspeth. "We"ve chosen _The Merchant_, so why need you go trying to upset everything. I was asking you about the costumes, not the play."
"Like Gwen"s cheek!" murmured Louise Mawson. "We don"t want ex-Juniors interfering with our Dramatic!"
Gwen turned sharply away. It seemed most unfortunate that she always got across the rest of the Form. In this instance her motive was the purest, but as she could not explain, the girls naturally thought it was only her love of putting herself forward which caused her to suggest such a drastic measure as a change of programme.
"They never will understand me!" she thought bitterly. "Father said they would be proud of me yet, but oh, dear! the more I try to do, the more I seem disliked. They"ll be fearfully sold when it comes to the performance. I wonder if I ought to give them just a hint! It"s really too idiotic to have two _Merchants_. No, I won"t! They"d probably only slang me for letting out Form secrets. I"m glad I"m not acting, at any rate. School"s not exactly a terrestrial paradise at present. I wonder what other troubles are coming to me? I believe I"m one of those people who are born under an unlucky star!"
Gwen"s words might almost have been prophetic, for the very next day something happened--something so unprecedented and overwhelming that she could never have antic.i.p.ated it, even if she had been expecting general ill luck.
At the interval she received a summons to Miss Roscoe"s study. She went at once, wondering why she had been sent for.
"Hope the Head"s not going to put me into the Sixth!" she laughed to herself. "That would be rather too good a joke. I"m willing to be a prefect or even proctor if I"m asked!"
Gwen"s reception at her last visit to the study had been so favourable, that this time she tapped lightly at the door, and entered confidently. One glance at Miss Roscoe"s face, however, showed her that she was in dire disgrace. The Princ.i.p.al"s rather handsome, heavy features seemed to cast themselves in a Roman mould when she was annoyed; her brows would knit, and her mouth a.s.sume a set, dogged expression of authority. All these storm signals being visible, Gwen quaked in her shoes. Miss Roscoe had an unopened envelope in her hand, and to this at once drew her pupil"s attention.
"Gwen Gascoyne, a letter arrived this morning addressed to you at Rodenhurst. Now, it is one of our princ.i.p.al rules that no girls are allowed to have letters sent to them at the school. Tell your correspondent on no account to write to you here again. If I find anything further addressed to you, I shall enclose it in an envelope, and post it to your father. I will not have Rodenhurst made a vehicle for clandestine correspondence. You may go, but understand clearly this is never to happen again."
Gwen took the letter, and left the room in silence. She was too much astonished to defend herself. She could not imagine who had written to her and put the school address. As soon as she was in the corridor she tore open the envelope. It contained a bill from "Messrs. John Parker & Sons, Gla.s.s and China Merchants" for
"Replacing 10 articles in broken Tea Service ... 1 2 6"
And at the bottom was written in a business hand:--
"Messrs. Parker beg respectfully to request Miss Gascoyne"s settlement of above. Should she prefer it, they will send the account to her father. They beg to a.s.sure her of their best attention at all times."
Gwen gasped.
"Why, I paid it!" she said almost aloud. "At least, I sent the money by Emma. Is it possible she can have pocketed it? Oh, the deceiving wretch! Where"s Netta? I must tell her at once!"
She rushed into the gymnasium, and calling Netta aside, showed her the fatal doc.u.ment. The two talked it over, aghast.
"Whew! This is a bad job!" exclaimed Netta. "Certainly it looks as if Emma had decamped with the one pound two and six. She"s left the school, you know."
"I didn"t know," sighed Gwen.
"Yes, she went ten days ago. Haven"t you noticed there"s a new housemaid waiting at dinner? You must be as blind as a bat!"
"I"m afraid I am done for," said Gwen dramatically.
"Oh, I shouldn"t give up too soon if I were you! I suppose, by the by, you wouldn"t care to tell your father?"
"I"d rather die!"
"Then you"ll have to go somehow to Parker"s, and ask if they"ve made a mistake. If, as I strongly suspect, Emma really didn"t pay it, then you might get them to take part on account now, and leave the rest till after Christmas. What could you give them?"
"I don"t possess more than sixpence. I"m bankrupt, and in debt to you, too."
"But you"re sure to get something at Christmas, aren"t you?"
"I expect so."
"Well, I"ll tell you what I"ll do: I"ll lend you another ten shillings. That will make a sovereign altogether, and you can pay me back when you"ve had your Christmas presents."