'She will never sleep, that precious baby,' she said in an aside to Colonel Sampson, sitting at her right hand. 'She is living the acts all over again. I cannot blame her. I wept all night after my first play.'
Soon Marion's ears pricked1 at the sound of the word Garth; mentally she rubbed her eyes and sat up. Colonel Sampson was talking of her father—telling the sort of tales Marion had so often heard when her father and his old friends of the sea met at the friendly board, or when he had fallen back on the parson for audience. And as Mr. Sampson talked, it seemed to Marion that the bored gentleman of fashion completely disappeared and the stern, honest soldier came uppermost.
Marion listened with complacent2 pride to the hints the speaker gave of her father's bravery and lovable little deeds.
'He was ever prone3 to acts of generous folly,' the Admiral's sister put in at the end of one of the stories. 'And that reminds me, my dear,' turning to her niece, 'I haven't yet heard one hundredth part of your news from home——'
'You lead such a busy life, Aunt Constance,' put in Marion demurely4, 'I don't see how you can ever think of little things like stories about Garth.'
'I lead a most unhappy life!' retorted the lady, 'and I hope when some one writes my memoirs5 he will be careful to add the fact that I bore my trials right sweetly. But I was going to say—give her some more of that jelly, John—I never had the right story of how your foolish father came to saddle himself with the little French girl.'
'Why,' said Marion, 'let me see now. Elise is the daughter of poor M. de Delauret, you know——'
Colonel Sampson leaned forward. 'Not the de Delauret who sailed in the Triomphe Noir to the East?'
'The same. I have heard my father talk of that very ship.'
'Strange, strange!' mused6 the old soldier, settling back in his chair. 'I never met the gentleman myself, but I was acquainted with Madame de Delauret in the old days, before she was married.'
Marion regarded the speaker with unfeigned interest. 'You knew Elise's mother! Do tell me about her, sir. I could never get Elise to talk about her.'
'But this is intolerable!' cried Lady Fairfax, tapping the table with her slim, jewelled fingers. 'Here I ask for a simple story, and you and my niece go off on a voyage of discovery together. John, my dear, shall we retire to my drawing-room for a dish of tea?'
'You see, Marion,' came her uncle's quiet voice from the head of the table, 'my lady there is accustomed to being (or thinking she is) the person of most importance, saving Her Majesty7's presence, in any company.'
The country girl's eyes rested shyly on the lady's face. 'I'm sure no one has a greater right,' said she.
'That is a very admirable sentiment,' said Lady Fairfax gravely. 'The prisoner is dismissed with a reprimand. Now you may begin your story, leaving out the Triomphe Noir.'
In her simple, straightforward8 way Marion then told what she knew of her father's relationship with the Frenchman and his adoption9 of the orphan10.
''Twas very noble of Tom to take on such a guardianship,' mused Lady Fairfax. 'But it was also very foolish. Only my brother would have been so blind.'
'How so, Aunt Constance?'
'Because, my dear, from what you say Elise is something of an heiress on her mother's side. Is not that so, Colonel?'
The gentleman assented11. 'Madame de Delauret was the daughter of the Sieur d'Artois. Her father, it is true, gave his consent to her marriage with the "penniless Breton cadet," as they were pleased to describe de Delauret, but her family more or less discarded her. Now, however, through the demise12 of various other members of the family, Madame de Delauret's child must inherit the Artois estates.'
'I still don't see how Father was blind,' persisted Marion.
'Don't you, my dear child? It is this way. If Elise is her mother's heiress to that extent, she is a person of note, in a small way. She should be with the ladies of the d'Artois family. It is to be presumed their antagonism13 is now dead. D'ailleurs,' added the lady drily, 'if Elise is heiress 'twill be for her to pick and choose.'
'M. de Delauret's particular wish was to keep Elise away from French society,' replied Marion.
'But Elise cannot be hid all her life under my brother's greatcoats! She has, I am sure, had a right simple, honest, healthy upbringing. Now she should be brought out to take her place.'
'She ought to be a very charming young lady,' mused the Colonel. 'Of such a mother and such a father. I have ever heard the most noble stories of de Delauret.'
'Who is managing Elise's estates?' asked Sir John, looking up from his walnuts14.
'I know very little about that, sir. My father's lawyer has dealings with M. de Delauret's lawyer in France and pays Elise her income, through Father, of course. But that brings to my mind—I had really forgotten—I seem to have forgotten such a lot about Garth since I came here,' penitently15 put in the young lady. 'The very day we came away Father had a letter from the French attorney, M. Lebrun. He is an old gentleman, it appears, and wishes to retire from his duties, and is shortly to leave everything in his son's hands. The young M. Lebrun I know nothing about. Neither Elise nor Victoire has ever seen him. But I gathered from Elise's manner she will not be sorry to have dealings with the son,' continued Marion. 'The old gentleman appears to affect her with a particular dislike. Be that as it may, old M. Lebrun is on his way to England, to visit us before he relinquishes16 his affairs. Father said 'twas rather unwise of him, as his health is very poor—some disease he has—I forget its name—a learned name.'
'Well,' said Lady Fairfax, 'let us hope the learned name will not silence M. Lebrun before he has arranged for the young lady to be taken to Paris.'
'Father has been thinking of a change, I know. Aunt Keziah scolded him a little, I think. You wouldn't believe,' smiled Marion, 'how Aunt Keziah and Elise hated each other.'
'I presume she was otherwise a general favourite?' Lady Fairfax had noted17 the entire absence of any personal feeling in her niece's recital18 of the young French girl's affairs.
'Well——' Marion faltered19.
'You are much attached to her, I suppose.'
'I was—yes, I am,' said Marion stoutly20. ''Twas just something she did that angered me.' She took refuge in a general attitude again. 'As for being a favourite—I think—'twas so—except for Roger. Roger could never abide21 her. Neither could Dick Hooper, his friend from Blundell's.'
'Roger?'
Marion raised her clear eyes to her aunt's face. 'Roger Trevannion, you know, at the Manor22.'
There was a brief silence. Marion's brows were straightened a little. She seemed again to hear that sarcastic23 voice: 'So you are on his side, as well as Roger.' How distant it all appeared! She wondered what Roger was doing—was he allowing himself to get into any foolish scrapes?
Presently Lady Fairfax held up her finger to stop the conversation that had arisen between the gentlemen. 'Hark, d' ye hear?'
The windows were open, and the cry of the watch in the square was distinctly audible.
'Past ten o'clock, and a fine starlight night.'
'To your chamber24 at once,' she said to Marion. 'We will talk more of this little Elise later.'
As the days went on, Mrs. Martin found herself unable to cope with the double service that had been laid upon her. Moreover the approaching festivities planned in Marion's honour were casting shadows before.
'I think Martin is taking leave of her senses,' grumbled25 Lady Fairfax one morning. 'She brought me my best sarcenet petticoat to wear while I showed Hopkins how to make a new sauce.'
'Likely enough she is overworked,' remarked Sir John.
'It comes of allowing a servant to lead an idle life,' declared the lady. 'If she has two ribbons to tie instead of one, her face becomes that of a long stone image.'
'Her face generally resembles a good-tempered gargoyle26,' smiled Marion.
''Tis a pity for a good-tempered gargoyle to become a long stone image,' remarked Sir John. 'Cannot you get that little Simone to return to us? Apart from the question of Martin, if your fear comes true, and Her Majesty goes to the wells at Tunbridge, Simone would be useful in your absence.'
'Hush27!' cried his wife. 'A mightily28 kind fate has decreed that Her Majesty should continue to improve.'
'A mightily kind fate of that order,' drily put in Sir John, 'doubtless has its lap full of those famous powders of the court physician. Don't count on the kindness being lasting29.'
'I always disliked Job's friends,' remarked Lady Fairfax. 'Very well, we will try to get Simone back. That is, if our baby does not object.'
'I like Simone,' said Marion heartily30. 'It will be pleasant for me.'
The same day Lady Fairfax drove to the house of Madame Romaine, and not only silenced the Frenchwoman's protests with gold and fair words, but brought Simone back with her to Kensington. Simone did not attempt to hide the pleasure afforded her by the prospect31 of her new duties. A smile broke over her face when she was summoned to the visitor's presence, and learned her wishes. As Lady Fairfax noted the new expression of the grave features, and the light in the dark eyes, her firmly rooted belief that happiness is the greatest beautifier in the world threw out several new shoots. 'She shall go on being happy,' was her inward vow32, 'Romaine or no Romaine.'
The sempstress herself saw the look on the girl's face. 'Mademoiselle Marion is the only one of her patrons whom Simone has consented to like,' she remarked, when the girl had left the room to find the necessary objects for her journey. 'She spends most of her time in her so nice little grey shell, that small snail33 of mine.'
'Tell me again where you found her,' said Lady Fairfax. 'Sir John was asking the other day.'
The two talked together till Simone reappeared with a modest parcel of her belongings34.
Simone was more delighted to return to Kensington and the society of Marion than either Lady Fairfax or her mistress guessed. Ever since the first day when she had arrived to stitch Mademoiselle's flounces, a pleasure in Marion's society had come on her as a surprise: a new sensation. Hitherto Simone had been an incurious, detached watcher of the friendships of others. Now she found herself suddenly flung on to the stage. It had been somewhat of an upheaval35, this first attachment36 of hers.
Marion had no idea of the depth of affection the quiet French girl felt for her. Simone's was a proud and reticent37 nature, and moreover she had early learned in the school of sorrow the secret of self-restraint. Marion wondered sometimes at the unusual warmth of the dark eyes that would meet her own, and she certainly felt for Simone an ever-growing regard; but a social barrier lay between the two, and Simone was not the one to overstep it.
Meanwhile, as was only natural, the mental atmosphere of her new home was creating in Marion fresh impressions, altering her standards. Her thoughts began to fly out and abroad, instead of roosting peacefully at home. Both Colonel Sampson, who was a constant visitor at the house, and her uncle were studious, thoughtful men; her aunt was a very accomplished38 woman; and it was a severe check to whatever self-importance Marion had had as mistress of Garth to find that sometimes during the whole course of a meal no subject would be discussed on which she had any knowledge at all. And wherever she went in her aunt's company, new forces were at work.
A week or two after her arrival in Kensington, she had her first glimpse of the city of London. Lady Fairfax wished to visit a tailor in Eastcheap concerning a new riding cloak for her charge. The coach was announced immediately after dinner, and aunt and niece set out for the drive across the fields, by way of Knightsbridge, to the village of Charing39.
Marion's delight was unbounded. She had already been taken to Westminster, standing40 mute at her first glimpse of the Abbey and Houses. Another day she and her aunt had visited Chelsey, and she had seen the river again with its strings41 of barges42 and wherries and passenger boats: more people on the waterway than trod the road. She had written a long letter to her father about it, saying that when he came to London the two could sail down the river, so that he might show her London Bridge, and find the shop whence her school books had come.
The coach made its way up the Strand43 through the Temple Gate into the city. The crowds jostling each other and shouting; the officers of the Guards swaggering by, ready for a brawl44 if a man so much as jerked their elbows in passing; the flunkeys making way for their lord's coach; the chairmen reviling45 each other; the glimpses of men and women of the world of fashion in the narrow footway; all this was Romance incarnate46 to the simple country girl. Then when they reached Ludgate Hill, and the coach stopped for my lady to make a trifling47 purchase, Marion, alighting after her, stood stock still in amazement48. Each shop had its own pictorial49 sign suspended by creaking chains over the doorway50. By this device a populace for the most part incapable51 of reading was able to understand the nature of the trade pursued indoors. Marion, wishing to stand and read the riddle52 of these signs (of which the only remnant to this day exists in the barber's painted pole and the pawnbroker's three balls) was laughingly drawn53 onward54 by her aunt.
'My dear,' she said, 'you will have all the apprentices55 of the city rushing out upon you if you behave in this way.'
Indeed, the prentice boys, with their cry of 'What d'ye lack? What d'ye lack, Gentles? Buy, buy, buy!' were continually in and out of the doors of their shops, and one, spying from within Marion's face of wonderment, was only prevented from seizing an easy customer by the sight of Lady Fairfax's footman towering head and shoulders above the ladies.
From the shops on Ludgate Hill Marion's eyes turned upwards56 to the climbing walls and scaffolding of the new St. Paul's rising on the ashes of the old. And the country girl, whose love for the fields and lanes of Cornwall, the salt of the sea, and the song of birds in the dawn was one of the strongest forces in her life, began to understand more of that other love—the love of the English for the grey stone buildings of London. She had heard of sailors who had been bred in the sound of Bow Bells meeting with streaming eyes the spires57 of the city rising above the water when they sailed back after an outlandish voyage and anchored in London Pool. Already she felt that if she visited London again after a long lapse58, she would claim it as her own. It was more than a city; something mysterious and eternal. The Great Fire had eaten its way into the very heart of its foundations, and here was St. Paul's rising again on the monstrous59 scar left by the flames.
In a dream she sat by her aunt's side, and rode down Eastcheap, past the little houses and shops, mostly standing gable-end on the street. It seemed quite fitting that the bells of Bow should be pealing60 then. In a dream she got out and stared at the new Royal Exchange, another great building fresh born of the Fire. She saw Sir Thomas Gresham's monument, and the huge grasshopper61 black with smoke which had come, a portent62 of the spirit of the founder63 of the Exchange, through all those days of devouring64 flames.
Then the houses of Lombard Street caught her eye, where Italy had joined hands with England, bringing gold and jewels for barter65 from a land at the height of her wealth to the barbarian66 island set about with fog.
Her aunt's voice sounded in her ear. 'This is the richest street in the land, Marion—all money lenders and goldsmiths and wealthy merchants.'
Marion sighed. 'I think London is very wonderful, Aunt Constance. May we not go to the Tower now?'
'Another time, my child, another time.'
As the days went by, several of these excursions took place, sometimes Colonel Sampson and sometimes Simone occupying the spare seat in the coach. Slowly Marion was drawn into the circle of her new life. She no longer felt, as in the first few days of her visit, that the present was a dream, a pageant67 passing her by; the present became very actively68 real, and her life on the Cornish hillside grew more and more remote.
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