The train slackened speed, and glided5 into an important station, larger than any we had passed. It was striking one, and the guard came up to the carriage. "Now, my little lady," said he, "change lines here, and stop for ten minutes."
"I liked that guard. He had a kind, hearty6 face, and he had come up several times to the carriage-door during the journey, asking how I got on. He told me he had a little girl of his own, about as old as I.
"Are you hungry?" he asked, as he lifted me from the carriage.
"Not very, thank you. I have eaten the biscuits."
"Halloa! Stern!" he called out, stopping a man who was hurrying past. "Are you going with the Nettleby train?"
"Yes. What if I am?" was the man's answer. He was rightly named Stern, for he had a stern, sour face.
"See this little girl. She is in the guard's charge. To be put in the ladies' carriage, and taken on to Nettleby."
The man gave a short nod by way of answer, and hurried away. And the guard took me into a large room, where crowds were pressing round a counter. "Here, Miss Williams," he said, to one of the young women behind it, "give this little lady something to eat and drink, and take care of her till the Nettleby train starts. She's to have what comes to a shilling."
"What will you take, my dear?" asked Miss Williams.
The counter was so full of good things that I did not know what, but fixed8 at length upon a plum-tart1. Miss Williams laughed, and said I had better eat some sandwiches first and the tart afterwards.
She was pouring me out a cup of coffee when the guard came up again. "Your baggage is changed, little lady," said he. "You'll find it all right at the Nettleby station. Good day."
"Good-bye, and thank you," I answered, holding out my hand, that he might shake it. I felt sorry to part with him--he seemed like a friend. Soon after, the surly guard put in his head and beckoned9 to me. He marshalled me to a carriage which had a similar board upon it to the other, "For Ladies Only," and shut me in without a word. Two ladies sat opposite to me. They did not speak either; but they stared a great deal. I thought it must be at the two tarts7 Miss Williams had given me in a paper bag, and did not like to eat them.
At the next station another lady got in, and she began talking at once.
"Are you travelling all alone, little girl?"
"Yes, ma'am. The guard takes care of me?"
"Have you come far?"
"I had come from a remote part of Devonshire, the seacoast. It seemed a long way to me, and I said so.
"Will you tell me your name? I daresay it is a pretty one."
"It is Anne Hereford."
"Devonshire is a very nice part of the country. Have you lived in it all your life?"
"Not quite. I was born in India. Mamma brought me to England when I was three years old."
"You are in deep mourning. Is it for a near relative?"
"I did not answer. I turned to look out at the window until the tears should go away again. I could not bear that strangers should see them. The lady asked again, and presently I turned round.
"For mamma."
She was silent for some time, looking at me. "Is your papa dead also?"
"He died a long while before mamma did."
"You say you were born in India: perhaps he was an officer?"
"He was Colonel Hereford."
"How many brothers and sisters have you?"
"Not any."
"Where are you going to live?"
"I don't know. I am going now to my Aunt Selina's."
The train approached a station, and the lady got out, or she probably would have asked me a great deal more. At the station following that, the two silent ladies left, and I was alone again. The first thing I did was to eat my tarts and throw away the paper bag. After that I fell asleep, and remembered no more till the guard's surly voice woke me.
"This is Nettleby, if you are a-going to get out. He said something about some luggage. How much is it?"
"A large box and a small one, and two carpet-bags. 'Miss Hereford, passenger to Nettleby,' is written on them. Can you please to tell me whether it is far to Mr. Edwin Barley10's?"
"I don't know any Mr. Edwin Barley. Jem," added he, to one of the porters, "see after her. I'm going to hand out her things."
"Where do you want to go, Miss?" the porter asked.
"To Mr. Edwin Barley's. They told me I must get out at the Nettleby station, and ask to be sent on, unless a carriage met me here."
"You must mean Mr. Edwin Barley of Hallam."
"Yes, that's it. Is it far?"
"Well, Hallam's five miles off, and the house is a mile on this side of it. There's no rail, Miss; you must go by the omnibus."
"But you are sure that Mrs. Edwin Barley has not come to meet me?" I asked, feeling a sort of chill.
Not any one had come, and the porter put me into the omnibus with some more passengers. What a long drive it seemed! And the hedges and trees looked very dreary11, for the shades of evening were gathering12.
At the foot of a hill the omnibus pulled up, and a man who had sat by the driver came round. "Ain't there somebody inside for Mr. Edwin Barley's?"
"Yes; I am."
"I got out, and the luggage was put upon the ground. Two shillings, Miss," said the man.
"Two shillings!" I repeated, in great alarm.
"Why, did you expect to come for one--and inside too! It's uncommon13 cheap, is this omnibus."
"Oh, it is not that. But I have not any money."
"Not got any money!"
"They did not give me any. They gave the guard my fare to Nettleby. Mr. Sterling14 said I should be sure to be met."
The man went up to the driver. "I say, Bill, this child says she's got no money."
The driver turned round and looked at me. "We can call to-morrow for it; I daresay it's all right. Do you belong to the Barleys, Miss?"
"Mrs. Edwin Barley is my aunt. I am come on a visit to her."
"Oh, it's all right. Get up, Joe."
"But please," said I, stopping the man, in an agony of fear--for I could see no house or sign of one, save a small, round, low building that might contain one room--"which is Mr. Edwin Barley's? Am I to stay in the road with the boxes?"
The man laughed, said he had supposed I knew, and began shouting out, "Here; missis!" two or three times. "You see that big green gate, Miss?" he added to me. "Well, that leads up to Mr. Barley's, and that's his lodge15."
A woman came out of the lodge; in answer to the shouts, and opened the gate. The man explained, put the trunks inside the gate, and the omnibus drove on.
"I beg pardon that I can't go up to the house with you, Miss, but it's not far, and you can't miss it," said she. "I have got my baby sick in its cradle, and dare not leave it alone. You are little Miss Hereford?"
"Yes."
"It's odd they never sent to meet you at Nettleby, if they knew you were coming! But they have visitors at the house, and perhaps young madam forgot it. Straight on, Miss, and you'll soon come to the hall-door; go up the steps, and give a good pull at the bell."
There was no help for it: I had to go up the gloomy avenue alone. It was a broad gravel16 drive, wide enough for two carriages to pass each other; a thick grove17 of trees on either side. The road wound round, and I had just got in sight of the house when I was startled considerably18 by what proved to be a man's head projecting beyond the trees. He appeared to be gazing steadfastly19 at the house, but turned his face suddenly at my approach. But for that, I might not have observed him. The face looked dark, ugly, menacing; and I started with a spring to the other side of the way.
"I did not speak to him, or he to me, but my heart beat with fear, and I was glad enough to see lights from several of the windows in front of me. I thought it a very large house; I found afterwards that it contained eighteen rooms, and some of them small: but then we had lived in a pretty cottage of six. There was no need to ring. At the open door stood a man and a maid-servant, laughing and talking.
"Who are you?" cried the girl.
"I want Mrs. Edwin Barley."
"Then I think want must be your master," she returned. "It is somebody from Hallam, I suppose. Mrs. Edwin Barley cannot possibly see you to-night."
"You just go away, little girl," added the footman. "You must come to-morrow morning, if you want anything."
Their manner was so authoritative20 that I felt frightened, nearly crying as I stood. What if they should really turn me away!
"Why don't you go?" asked the girl, sharply.
"I have nowhere to go to. My boxes are down at the gate."
"Why, who are you?" she inquired, in a quick tone.
"I am Miss Hereford."
"Heart alive!" she whispered to the man. "I beg your pardon, Miss. I'll call Charlotte Delves21."
"What's that? Who will you call?" broke from an angry voice at the back of the hall. "Call 'Charlotte Delves,' will you? Go in to your work this instant, you insolent22 girl. Do you hear me, Jemima?"
"I didn't know you were there, Miss Delves," was the half-saucy, half-deprecating answer. "The young lady has come--Miss Hereford."
A tall, slight, good-looking woman of thirty-five or thirty-six came forward. I could not tell whether she was a lady or a smart maid. She wore a small, stylish23 cap, and a handsome muslin gown with flounces--which were in fashion then. Her eyes were light; long, light curls fell on either side her face, and her address was good.
"How do you do, Miss Hereford?" she said, taking my hand. "Come in, my dear. We did not expect you until next week. Mrs. Barley is in the drawing-room."
"Mrs. Barley is in her chamber24, dressing25 for dinner," contended Jemima, from the back of the hall, as if intent on aggravation26.
Miss Delves made no reply. She ran upstairs, and opened a door, from whence came a warm glow of fire-light. "Wait there a moment," she said, looking round at me. "Mrs. Edwin Barley, the child has come."
"What child?" returned a voice--a young, gay, sweet, voice.
"Little Miss Hereford."
"My goodness! Come to-day! And I with no mourning about me, to speak of. Well, let her come in."
I knew my Aunt Selina again in a moment. She had stayed with us in Devonshire for three months two years before, when she was nineteen. The same lovely face, with its laughing blue eyes, and its shining golden hair. She wore an embroidered27 clear-muslin white dress, with low body and sleeves, and a few black ribbons; jet bracelets28, and a long jet chain.
"You darling child! But what made you come in this strange way, without notice?"
"Mr. Sterling said he wrote word to you, Selina, that I should be here on Thursday. You ought to have had the letter yesterday."
"Well, so he did write; but I thought--how stupid I must have been!" she interrupted, with a sudden laugh. "I declare I took it to mean next Thursday. But you are all the more welcome, dear. You have grown prettier, Anne, with those deep eyes of yours."
I stood before her very gravely. I had dreaded29 the meeting, believing it would be one of sobs30 and lamentation31 for my mother: not taking into account how careless and light-headed Selina was. I had called her "Selina," since, a little girl of four, I had gone on a visit to Keppe-Carew.
Taking off my bonnet32, she kissed me several times, and then held me before her by my hands as she sat on the sofa. Miss Delves went out and closed the door.
"They are not home from shooting yet, Anne, so we can have a little talk to ourselves. When they go to the far covers, there's no knowing when they'll be in: two nights ago they kept me waiting dinner until eight o'clock."
"Who did, Aunt Selina?"
"Mr. Barley, and the rest," she answered, carelessly. "Anne, how very strange it was that your mamma should have died so quickly at the last! It was only two weeks before her death that she wrote to tell me she was ill."
"She had been ill longer than that, Aunt Selina----"
"Call me Selina, child."
"But she did not tell any one until she knew there was danger. She did not tell me."
"It was a renewal33 of that old complaint she had in India--that inward complaint."
I turned my head and my wet eyes from her. "They told me it was her heart, Selina."
"Yes; in a measure; that had something to do with it. It must have been a sad parting, Anne. Why, child, you are sobbing34!"
"Please don't talk of it!"
"But I must talk of it: I like to have my curiosity gratified," she said, in her quick way. "Did the doctors say from the first that there was no hope?"
"Mamma knew there was no hope when she wrote to you. She had told me so the day before."
"I wonder she told you at all."
"Oh, Selina! that fortnight was too short for the leave-taking; for all she had to say to me. It will be years, perhaps, before we meet again."
"Meet again! Meet where?"
"In Heaven!"
"You are a strange child!" exclaimed Selina, looking at me very steadfastly. "Ursula has infected you, I see, with her serious notions. I used to tell her there was time enough for it years hence."
"And mamma used to tell you that perhaps, if you put off and put off; the years hence might never come for you, Selina."
"What! you remember that, do you?" she said, with a smile. "Yes, she used to lecture me; she was fifteen years older than I, and assumed the right to do so."
"Mamma never lectured; what she said was always kind and gentle," was my sobbing answer.
"Yes, yes. You think me insensible now, Anne but my grief is over--that is the violence of the grief. When the letter came to say Ursula was dead, I cried the whole day, never ceasing."
"Mamma had a warning of her death," I continued; for it was one of the things she had charged me to tell to her sister Selina.
"Had a what, child?"
"A warning. The night before she was taken ill--I mean dangerously ill--she dreamt she saw papa in a most beautiful place, all light and flowers; no place on earth could ever have been so beautiful except the Garden of Eden. He beckoned her to come to him, and pointed35 to a vacant place by his side, saying, 'It is ready for you now, Ursula.' Mamma, awoke then, and the words were sounding in her ears; she could have felt sure that they were positively36 spoken."
"And you can tell me this with a grave face, calling it a warning!" exclaimed Selina.
"Mamma charged me to tell it you. She related the dream to us the next morning----"
"Us! Whom do you mean, child?"
"Me and our old maid Betty. She was my nurse, you know. Mamma said what a pleasant dream it was, that she was sorry to awake from it; but after she grew ill, she said she knew it was sent as a warning."
Selina laughed. "You have lived boxed up with that stupid old Betty and your mamma, child, until you are like a grave little woman. Ursula was always superstitious38. You will say you believe in ghosts next."
"No, I do not believe in ghosts. I do in warnings. Mamma said that never a Keppe-Carew died yet without being warned of it: though few of them had noticed it at the time."
"There, that will do, Anne. I am a Carew, and I don't want to be frightened into watching for a 'warning.' You are a Carew also, by the mother's side. Do you know, my poor child, that you are not left well off?"
"Yes; mamma has told me all. I don't mind."
"Don't mind!" echoed Selina, with another light laugh. "That's because you don't understand, Anne. What little your mamma had left has been sunk in an annuity39 for your education--eighty or a hundred pounds a year, until you are eighteen. There's something more, I believe, for clothes and incidental expenses."
"I said I did not mind, Selina, because I am not afraid of getting my own living. Mamma said that a young lady, well-educated and of good birth, can always command a desirable position as governess. She told me not to fear, for God would take care of me."
"Some money might be desirable for all that," returned my aunt, in a tone that sounded full of irreverence40 to my unaccustomed ears. "The maddest step Colonel Hereford ever took was that of selling out. He thought to better himself, and he spent and lost the money, leaving your mamma with very little when he died."
"I don't think mamma cared much for money, Selina."
"I don't think she did, or she would not have taken matters so quietly. Do you remember, Anne, how she used to go on at me when I said I should marry Edwin Barley?"
"Yes; mamma said how very wrong it would be of you to marry for money."
"Quite true. She used to put her hands to her ears when I said I hated him. Now, what are those earnest eyes of your searching me for?"
"Do you hate him, Selina?"
"I am not dying of love for him, you strange child."
"One day a poor boy had a monkey before the window, and you said Mr. Edwin Barley was as ugly as that. Is he ugly?"
Selina burst into a peal41 of ringing laughter. "Oh, he is very handsome, Anne; as handsome as the day: when you see him you shall tell me if you don't think so. I---- What is the matter? What are you looking at?"
As I stood before my aunt, the door behind her seemed to be pushed gently open. I had thought some one was coming in; and said so.
"The fire-light must have deceived you, Anne. That door is kept bolted; it leads to a passage communicating with my bedroom, but we do not use it."
"I am certain that I saw it open," was my answer; and an unpleasant, fanciful thought came over me that it might be the man I saw in the avenue. "It is shut now; it shut again when I spoke37."
She rose, walked to the door, and tried to open it but it was fast.
"You see, Anne. Don't you get fanciful, my dear; that is what your mamma was:" but I shook my head in answer.
"Selina, did not Mr. Edwin Barley want me to go to Mrs. Hemson's instead of coming here?"
"Who told you that?"
"I heard Mr. Sterling talking of it with mamma."
"Mr. Edwin Barley did, little woman. Did you hear why he wished it?"
"No."
"You should have heard that, it was so flattering to me. He thought I was too giddy to take charge of a young lady."
"Did he?"
"But Ursula would not accept the objection. It could not matter for a few weeks, she wrote to Mr. Edwin Barley, whether I were giddy or serious, and she could not think of consigning42 you, even temporarily, to Mrs. Hemson. Ah! my cousin Frances Carew and I took exactly opposite courses, Anne; I married for money, she for love. She met an attractive stranger at a watering-place, and married him."
"And it was not right?"
"It was all wrong. He was a tradesman. A good-looking, educated man--I grant that; but a tradesman. Never was such a thing heard of, as for a Carew to stoop to that. You see, Anne, she had learnt to like him before she knew anything of his position, or who he was. He was a visitor at the place, just as she was. Of course she ought to have given him up. Not she; she gave herself and her money to him, and a very pretty little fortune she had."
"Did she marry in disobedience?"
"That cannot be charged upon her, for she was alone in the world, and her own mistress. But a Carew of Keppe-Carew ought to have known better."
"She was not of Keppe-Carew, Selina."
"She was. Don't you know that, Anne? her father was Carew of Keppe-Carew; and when he died without a son, his brother, your mamma's father and mine, succeeded to Keppe-Carew. He died in his turn, leaving no son, and Keppe-Carew and its broad lands went to a distant man, the male heir. We three Carews have all married badly, in one way or another."
Mrs. Edwin Barley was speaking dreamily then, as if forgetting anybody heard her.
"She, Frances, married Hemson the tradesman, throwing a barrier between herself and her family; Ursula married Colonel Hereford, to wear out a few of her best years in India, and then to die in poverty, and leave an unprovided-for child; and I have married him, Edwin Barley. Which is the worst, I wonder?"
I thought over what she said in my busy brain. Few children had so active a one.
"Selina, you say you married Mr. Edwin Barley because he is rich."
"Well."
"Why did you, when you were rich yourself?"
"I rich? You will count riches differently when you are older. Why, Anne, do you know what my fortune was? Four thousand pounds. Ursula had the same, and she and Colonel Hereford spent it. That put a notion in my father's head, and he tied mine up tight enough, securing it to my absolute use until I die."
"Will it be Mr. Barley's when you die, Selina?"
"Were I to die before next Monday, it would be yours, pussy43, for it is so settled. After that, if I die without a will, it would go to Mr. Edwin Barley; but I shall be of age next Monday, and then can make one. I think it must be my first care--a will;" she laughed. "So munificent44 a sum to dispose of! Shall I leave it to you?"
The room-door was pushed open, and some one entered. A shortish man, of nearly forty years, in a velveteen shooting-coat and gaiters, and with a dark face: the same dark face that looked out from the trees in the avenue. I shrank round Selina with a sudden fear. Not that the features were particularly ill-favoured in themselves, but so dark and stern. And the remembrance of the fright was on me still.
"Where are you coming to, child?" she said. "This is Mr. Edwin Barley."
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