"He is so altered now, you can"t think. He has actually only once been up to the city since you left, and then he came home at four o"clock, and he seems to quite like to have us all about him.
Generally he stays at home all the morning and plays at soldiers with baby in the dining-room. You would laugh to see him loading the cannons with real powder and shot, and he didn"t care a bit when some of it made holes in the sideboard and smashed the looking-gla.s.s.
"We had such fun the other afternoon; we played at brigands--papa and all of us. Papa had the upper conservatory for a robber-cave, and stood there keeping guard with your pop-gun; and he wouldn"t let the servants go by without a kiss, unless they showed a written pa.s.s from us! Miss McFadden called in the middle of it, but she said she wouldn"t come in, as papa seemed to be enjoying himself so. Boaler has given warning, but we can"t think why. We have been out nearly every evening--once to Hengler"s and once to the Christy Minstrels, and last night to the Pantomime, where papa was so pleased with the clown that he sent round afterwards and asked him to dine here on Sunday, when Sir Benjamin and Lady Bangle and Alderman Fishwick are coming. Won"t it be jolly to see a clown close to? Should you think he"d come in _his_ evening dress? Miss Mangnall has been given a month"s holiday, because papa didn"t like to see us always at lessons. Think of that!
"We are going to have the whole house done up and refurnished at last. Papa chose the furniture for the drawing-room yesterday. It is all in yellow satin, which is rather bright, I think. I haven"t seen the carpet yet, but it is to match the furniture; and there is a lovely hearthrug, with a lion-hunt worked on it.
"But that isn"t the best of it; we are going to have the big children"s party after all! No one but children invited, and everyone to do exactly what they like. I wanted so much to have you home for it, but papa says it would only unsettle you and take you away from your work.
"Had Dulcie forgotten you? I should like to see her so much. Now I really must leave off, as I am going to the Aquarium with papa.
Mind you write me as good a letter as this is, if that old Doctor lets you. Minnie and Roly send love and kisses, and papa sends his kind regards, and I am to say he hopes you are settling down steadily to work.
"With best love, your affectionate sister, "BARBARA BULt.i.tUDE."
"P.S.--I nearly forgot to say that Uncle Duke came the other day and has stayed here ever since. He is going to make papa"s fortune!
I believe by a gold mine he knows about somewhere, and a steam tramway in Lapland. But I don"t like him very much--he is so polite."
It would be nothing short of an insult to the reader"s comprehension, if I were to enter into an elaborate explanation of the effect this letter had upon Mr. Bult.i.tude. He took it in by degrees, trying to steady his nerves at each additional item of poor Barbara"s well-meant intelligence by a sip at his tin-flavoured coffee. But when he came to the postscript, in spite of its purport being mercifully broken to him gradually by the extreme difficulty of making it out from two undercurrents of ma.n.u.script, he choked convulsively and spilt his coffee.
Dr. Grimstone visited this breach of etiquette with stern promptness.
"This conduct at table is disgraceful, sir--perfectly disgraceful--unworthy of a civilised being. I have been a teacher of youth for many years, and never till now did I have the pain of seeing a pupil of mine choke in his breakfast-cup with such deplorable ill-breeding. It"s pure greediness, sir, and you will have the goodness to curb your indecent haste in consuming your food for the future. Your excellent father has frequently complained to me, with tears in his eyes, of the impossibility of teaching you to behave at meals with common propriety!"
There was a faint chuckle along the tables, and several drank coffee with studied elegance and self-repression either as a valuable example to d.i.c.k, or as a personal advertis.e.m.e.nt. But Paul was in no mood for reproof and instruction. He stood up in his excitement, flourishing his letter wildly.
"Dr. Grimstone!" he said; "never mind my behaviour now. I"ve something to tell you. I can"t bear it any longer. I must go home at once--at once, sir!"
There was a general sensation at this, for his manner was peremptory and almost dictatorial. Some thought he would get a licking on the strength of it, and most hoped so. But the Doctor dismissed them to the playground, keeping Paul back to be dealt with in privacy.
Mrs. Grimstone played nervously with her dry toast at the end of the table, for she could not endure to see the boys in trouble and dreaded a scene, while Dulcie looked on with wide bright eyes.
"Now, sir," said the Doctor, looking up from his marmalade, "why must you go home at once?"
"I"ve just had a letter," stammered Paul.
"No one ill at home, I hope?"
"No, no," said Paul. "It"s not that; it"s worse! She doesn"t know what horrible things she tells me!"
"Who is "she"?" said the Doctor--and Dulcie"s eyes were larger still and her face paled.
"I decline to say," said Mr. Bult.i.tude. It would have been absurd to say "my daughter," and he had not presence of mind just then to transpose the relationships with neatness and success. "But indeed I am wanted most badly!"
"What are you wanted for, pray?"
"Everything!" declared Paul; "it"s all going to rack and ruin without me!"
"That"s absurd," said the Doctor; "you"re not such an important individual as all that, Bult.i.tude. But let me see the letter."
Show him the letter--lay bare all those follies of d.i.c.k"s, the burden of which he might have to bear himself very shortly--never! Besides, what would be the use of it? It would be no argument in favour of sending him home--rather the reverse--so Paul was obliged to say, "Excuse me, Dr. Grimstone, it is--ah--of a private nature. I don"t feel at liberty to show it to anyone."
"Then, sir," said the Doctor, with some reason, "if you can"t tell me who or what it is that requires your presence at home, and decline to show me the letter which would presumably give me some idea on the subject, how do you expect that I am to listen to such a preposterous demand--eh? Just tell me that!"
Once more would Paul have given worlds for the firmness and presence of mind to state his case clearly and effectively; and he could hardly have had a better opportunity, for schoolmasters cannot always be playing the tyrant, and the Doctor was, in spite of his attempts to be stern, secretly more amused than angry at what seemed a peculiarly precocious piece of effrontery.
But Paul felt the dismal absurdity of his position. Nothing he had said, nothing he could say, short of the truth, would avail him, and the truth was precisely what he felt most unable to tell. He hung his head resignedly, and held his tongue in confusion.
"Pooh!" said the Doctor at last; "let me have no more of this tomfoolery, Bult.i.tude. It"s getting to be a positive nuisance. Don"t come to me with any more of these ridiculous stories, or some day I shall be annoyed. There, go away, and be contented where you are, and try to behave like other people."
""Contented!"" muttered Paul, when out of hearing, as he went upstairs and through the empty schoolroom into the playground. ""Behave like other people!" Ah, yes, I suppose I shall have to come to that in time.
But that letter---- Everything upside down---- Bangle asked to meet a common clown! That fellow Duke letting me in for gold-mines and tramways! It"s all worse than I ever dreamed of; and I must stay here and be "contented!" It"s--it"s perfectly d.a.m.nable!"
All through that morning his thoughts ran in the same doleful groove, until the time for work came to an end, and he found himself in the playground, and free to indulge his melancholy for a few minutes in solitude; for the others were still loitering about in the schoolroom, and a gla.s.s outhouse originally intended for a conservatory, but now devoted to boots and slates, and the books liberally besmeared with gilt, and telling of the exploits of boy-heroes so beloved of boys.
Mr. Bult.i.tude, only too delighted to get away from them for a little while, was leaning against the parallel bars in dull despondency, when he heard a rustling in the laurel hedge which cut off the house garden from the gravelled playground, and looking up, saw Dulcie slip through the shrubs and come towards him with an air of determination in her proud little face.
She looked prettier and daintier than ever in her grey hat and warm fur tippet; but of course Paul was not of the age or in the mood to be much affected by such things--he turned his head pettishly away.
"It"s no use doing that, d.i.c.k," she said: "I"m tired of sulking. I shan"t sulk any more till I have an explanation."
Paul made the sound generally written "Pshaw!"
"You ought to tell me everything. I will know it. Oh, d.i.c.k, you might tell me! I always told you anything you wanted to know; and I let mamma think it was I broke the clock-shade last term, and you know you did it.
And I want to know something so very badly!"
"It"s no use coming to _me_, you know," said Paul. "I can"t do anything for you."
"Yes, you can; you know you can!" said Dulcie impulsively. "You can tell me what was in that letter you had at breakfast--and you shall too!"
"What an inquisitive little girl you are," said Paul sententiously.
"It"s not nice for little girls to be so inquisitive--it doesn"t look well."
"I knew it!" cried Dulcie; "you don"t want to tell me--because--because it"s from that other horrid girl you like better than me. And you promised to belong to me for ever and ever, and now it"s all over! Say it isn"t! Oh, d.i.c.k, promise to give the other girl up. I"m sure she"s not a nice girl. She"s written you an unkind letter; now hasn"t she?"
"Upon my word," said Paul, "this is very forward; at your age too. Why, my Barbara----"
"Your Barbara! you dare to call her that? Oh, I knew I was right; I _will_ see that letter now. Give it me this instant!" said Dulcie imperiously; and Paul really felt almost afraid of her.
"No, no," he said, retreating a step or two, "it"s all a mistake; there"s nothing to get into such a pa.s.sion about--there isn"t indeed!
And--don"t cry--you"re really a pretty little girl. I only wish I could tell you everything; but you"d never believe me!"
"Oh, yes, I would, d.i.c.k!" protested Dulcie, only too willing to be convinced of her boy-lover"s constancy; "I"ll believe anything, if you"ll only tell me. And I"m sorry I was so angry. Sit down by me and tell me from the very beginning. I promise not to interrupt."
Paul thought for a moment. After all, why shouldn"t he? It was much pleasanter to tell his sorrows to her little ear and hear her childish wonder and pity than face her terrible father--he had tried that. And then she might tell her mother; and so his story might reach the Doctor"s ears after all, without further effort on his part.
"Well," he said at last, "I think you"re a good-natured little girl; you won"t laugh. Perhaps I will tell you!"
So he sat down on the bench by the wall, and Dulcie, quite happy again now at this proof of good faith, nestled up against him confidingly, waiting for his first words with parted lips and eager sparkling eyes.