I was pa.s.sing through the dressing-room, when I saw the bedroom door was half opened, and a voice--I scarcely recognised it as Miss Darrell"s, it was so different from her usual low, toneless voice--exclaimed angrily, "You forget yourself strangely, Leah! one would think you were the mistress and I the maid, to hear you speaking to me."
"I can"t help that, Miss Etta," returned the woman insolently. "If you are not more punctual in your payments I will go to the master myself and tell him." But here I knocked sharply at the door to warn them of my presence, and Leah ceased abruptly, while Miss Darrell bade me enter.
She tried to meet me as usual, but her face was flushed, and she looked at me uneasily, as though she feared that I had overheard Leah"s speech.
I thought Leah looked sullen and stolid as she waited upon me. It was a most forbidding face. I was glad when Miss Darrell dismissed her on some slight pretext.
"Leah is in a bad temper this evening," she observed, examining the clasp of a handsome bracelet as she spoke. I noticed then that she had beautiful arms, as well as finely-shaped hands, and the emerald-eyed snake showed to advantage. "She is a most invaluable person, but she can take liberties sometimes. Perhaps you heard me scolding her; but I consider she was decidedly in the wrong."
"She does not look very good-tempered," was my reply.
Miss Darrell still looked flushed and perturbed; but she took up her fan and vinaigrette, and proposed that we should join Lady Betty in the drawing-room. Leah was in the hall. As we pa.s.sed her she addressed Miss Darrell.
"If you can spare me a moment, ma"am, I should like to speak to you," she said, quite civilly; but I thought her manner a little menacing.
"Will not another time do, Leah?" returned her mistress in a worried tone; but the next moment she begged me to go in without her.
Lady Betty was sitting by the open window with Nap beside her. I thought the poor little girl looked dull and lonely. She gave an exclamation of pleasure at seeing me, and ran towards me with outstretched hands. She looked like a child in her little white gown and blue ribbons, with her short curly hair.
"I am so glad to see you, Miss Garston! I thought Etta would keep you, I have been alone all the afternoon: Etta never sits with me now. How I wish Gladys would come back! I have no one to speak to, and I miss her horribly."
"Poor Lady Betty!"
"You would say so, if you knew how horrid it all was. Just now, as I was sitting alone, I felt like a poor little princess shut up in an enchanted tower. Giles is the magician, and Etta is the wicked witch. I was making up quite a story about it."
"Why have you not been to see me lately, Lady Betty?"
"Oh, how silly you are to ask me such a question!" she returned pettishly. "You had better ask Witch Etta. Now you pretend to look surprised. She won"t let me come--there!"
"My dear child, surely you need not consult your cousin."
"Of course not," wrinkling her forehead; "but then, you see, Witch Etta consults me: she makes a point of finding out all my little plans and nipping them in the bud. She says she really cannot allow me to go so often to the White Cottage; Mr. Cunliffe and Mr. Tudor are always there, and it is not proper. She is always hinting that I want to meet Mr.
Tudor, and it is no good telling her that I never think of such a thing."
Lady Betty was half crying. A more innocent, harmless little soul never breathed; she had not a spice of coquetry in her nature. I felt indignant at such an accusation.
"It is all nonsense, Lady Betty," I returned sharply. "Mr. Tudor has not called at the cottage more than once since Jill left me, and then Uncle Max sent him. When I first came to Heathfield he was very kind in doing me little services, and he dropped in two or three times when Jill was with me; but indeed he has never been a constant visitor. When we meet it is at the vicarage or in the street."
"You would never convince Etta of that," replied Lady Betty disconsolately. "She has even told Giles how often Mr. Tudor goes to the cottage, and she has got it into her head that I am always trying to meet him there. It is such an odious idea, only worthy of Etta herself!" went on the little girl indignantly. "If I could only make her hold her tongue to Giles!"
"I would not trouble about it if I were you, dear. No one who knows you would believe it. Such an idea would never occur to Mr. Tudor; he is an honest, simple young fellow, who is not ashamed to respect women in the good old-fashioned way."
"Oh yes, I like him, and so does Jill; but I wish he were a thousand miles off, and then Etta would give me a little peace. How angry Gladys would be if she knew it! But I don"t mean to trouble her about my small worries, poor darling."
I had never heard Lady Betty speak with such womanly dignity. She was so often childish and whimsical that one never expected her to be grave and responsible like other people. She kissed me presently, and said I had done her good, and would I always believe in her in spite of Etta, for she was not the giddy little creature that Etta made her out to be; she was sure Giles would think more of her but for Etta"s mischief-making.
Mr. Hamilton came in after this, and sat down by us, but Miss Darrell did not make her appearance until the gong sounded, and then she hurried in with a breathless apology. I do not know what made me watch her so closely all dinner-time. She took very little part in the conversation, seemed absent and thoughtful, and started nervously when Mr. Hamilton spoke to her. He told her once that she looked pale and tired, and she said then that the evening was close, and that her head ached. I wondered then if the headache had made her eyes so heavy, or if she had been crying.
Mr. Hamilton was a little quiet, too, through dinner, but listened with great interest when Lady Betty and I talked about the approaching wedding. I had to satisfy her curiosity on many points,--the bride"s and bridesmaids" dresses, and the programme for the day.
The details did not seem to bore Mr. Hamilton. His face never once wore its cynical expression; but when we returned to the drawing-room, and Lady Betty wanted to continue the subject, he took her quietly by the shoulders and marched her off to Miss Darrell.
"Make the child hold her tongue, Etta," he said good-humouredly. "I want to coax Miss Garston to sing to us." And then he came to me with the smile I liked best to see on his face, and held out his hand.
I was quite willing to oblige him, and he kept me hard at work for nearly an hour, first asking me if I were tired, and then begging for one more song; and sometimes I thought of Gladys as I sang, and sometimes of Max, and once of Mrs. Carrick, with her wonderful gray eyes, and her false fair face.
When I had finished I saw Mr. Hamilton looking at me rather strangely.
"Why do you sing such sad songs?" he asked, in a low voice, as though he did not wish to be overheard; but he need not have been afraid: Miss Darrell was evidently taking no notice of any one just then. She was lying back in her chair with her eyes closed, and I noticed afterwards that her forehead was lined like an old woman"s.
"I like melancholy songs," was my reply, and I fingered the notes a little nervously, for his look was rather too keen just then, and I had been thinking of Mrs. Carrick.
"But you are not melancholy," he persisted. "There is no weak sentimentality in your nature. Just now there was a pa.s.sion in your voice that startled me, as though you were drawing from some secret well." He paused, and then went on, half playfully,--
"If I were like the Hebrew steward, and asked you to let down your pitcher and give me a draught, I wonder what you would answer?"
"That would depend on circ.u.mstances. You would find it difficult to persuade me that you were thirsty, or needed anything that I could give."
"Would it be so difficult as all that?" he returned thoughtfully. "I thought we were better friends; that you had penetrated beneath the upper crust; that in spite of my faults you trusted me a little."
His earnestness troubled me. I hardly knew what he meant.
"Of course we are friends," I answered hastily. "I can trust you more than a little." And I would have risen from my seat, but he put his hand gently on my sleeve.
"Wait a moment. You are going away, and I may not have another opportunity. I want to tell you something. You have done me good; you have taught me that women can be trusted, after all. I thank you most heartily for that lesson."
"I do not know what you mean," I faltered; but I felt a singular pleasure at these words. "I have done nothing. It is you that have been good to me."
"Pshaw!" impatiently. "I thought you more sensible than to say that. Now, I want you," his voice softening again, "to try and think better of me; not to judge by appearances, or to take other people"s judgments, but to be as true and charitable to me as you are to others. Promise me this before you go, Miss Garston."
I do not know why the tears started to my eyes. I could hardly answer him.
"Will you try to do this?" he persisted, stooping over me.
"Yes," was my scarcely audible answer, but he was satisfied with that monosyllable. He walked away after that, and joined Lady Betty. Miss Darrell had not moved; she still lay back on the cushions, and I thought her face looked drawn and old. When I spoke to her, for it was getting late, she roused herself with difficulty.
"My head is very bad, and I shall have to go to bed, after all," she said, giving me her hand. "I am afraid your beautiful singing has been thrown away on me, for I was half asleep. I thought I heard you and Giles talking by the piano, but I was not sure."
Mr. Hamilton walked home with me. He had resumed his usual manner; he told me he had had a letter that day that would oblige him to go to Edinburgh for a week or so.
"I think I shall take the night mail to-morrow evening, though it will give me a busy day: so, after all, I shall not miss you, Miss Garston."
And after a little more talk about the business that had summoned him, we reached the White Cottage and he bade me good-bye.
"I hope you will have a pleasant holiday. Take care of yourself, for all our sakes." And with that he left me.
It was long before I slept that night. I felt confused and feverish, as though I were on the brink of some discovery that would overwhelm and alarm me. I could not understand myself or Mr. Hamilton. His words presented an enigma. I felt troubled by them, and yet not unhappy.
Had Miss Darrell overheard him? I wondered. I felt, if she had done so, her manner would have been different. She seemed jealous of her cousin, and always monopolised his words and looks. He had never spoken to me a dozen words in her presence that she had not tried to interrupt us. Had she really been asleep? These doubts kept recurring to me. Just before I fell asleep a remembrance of Leah"s sullen face came between me and my dreams. Her insolent voice rang in my ears. What had she meant by her words? Why had Miss Darrell submitted to her impertinence? Was she afraid of Leah, as Gladys said? I began to feel weary of all these mysteries.