A carriage was sent to meet the 4 o’clock train, and Sydney, in spite of an uncomfortably shy sensation at the bottom of her heart, begged leave to go and meet her governess.
“Certainly not! it would be most unsuitable!” said Lady Frederica, in her most decided1 manner, and she walked away, leaving Sydney to wonder why everything she wished to do was either unsuitable or absurd. The words were unknown at No. 20, in that dull old square not far from Euston Station, which was home.
Still, Miss Osric should have a welcome at the Castle if she could not at the station, and Sydney hung up the pictures she had bought at Dacreshaw, and coaxed2 some lovely hot-house flowers out of the head-gardener, Macintosh, to fill the vases in her governess’s room.
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St. Quentin was rather amused by her extensive preparations. “But you see,” Sydney remarked, when he made a laughing comment on them, “Miss Osric may be feeling just as shy and wretched as I did when I came here, and it will make a difference if somebody is really pleased to see her.”
“Didn’t you think we were pleased to see you?” asked her cousin.
“You were all very kind,” Sydney said doubtfully, “but, you didn’t exactly want me, did you? It is only at home one is really wanted.”
She stopped, remembering his snub on the subject of calling the Chichesters’ house home; but he only said, with a little smile, “Well, go and make your governess welcome in your own way, child. I hear wheels now.” And, as the girl flew out, her long hair streaming behind her, he said half aloud, “I wonder how it would feel to have anyone to care if one were wretched or no!”
Sydney was on the steps to receive Miss Osric, and certainly her shy but eager welcome made a good deal of difference to the feelings of the young governess, bewildered by this plunge3 into the outside world, made for the sake of the younger ones at home, who needed
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better education than her father’s means allowed. Mary Osric, just returned from a brilliant career at Lady Margaret Hall, had begged to be allowed to help towards providing some of the advantages she had herself enjoyed for her juniors; and a friend had mentioned her name to Lady Frederica as that of a clever girl, likely to fill suitably the double post of governess and companion to Miss Lisle.
Miss Osric had been considered shy at College, despite her cleverness, and the idea of teaching a strange girl in an absolutely strange place was terrible to her. But she always declared afterwards that the worst was over when Sydney came running out into the hall to welcome her.
“You must be cold!” the girl cried. “Would you like to come straight to your room and take your hat off before tea? Let me carry your umbrella. Be careful how you walk; the floors are very slippery.”
“It is lovely—just like a picture,” said Miss Osric, beginning suddenly to feel less homesick. There was something very winning about Sydney’s tone.
The room where the new arrival was to sleep bore traces also of the same care for her comfort. A bright fire burnt in the grate,
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a vase of hot-house flowers was on the writing-table, the pictures from Dacreshaw looked charming on the walls, and a little book-case was filled with a selection of Sydney’s best-loved books.
“What a charming room!” the young governess exclaimed, and Sydney, colouring a little, murmured she “was glad Miss Osric liked it.” She stayed with her governess while she took off coat, hat, and fur, and then brought her to the morning-room, where the shaded lamp shed a delicate rose glow over everything and the little tea-table was drawn4 up to the fire.
“I am so very glad you have come,” said Sydney, as she poured out tea and handed muffins, and Miss Osric began to realise that the duty she had set herself need not necessarily prove a hard one.
“Well, do you like the mentor5?” asked St. Quentin, as Sydney came into the library to wish him good-night. “Are you going to be quite happy now you have another girl to play with?”
And Sydney, meeting the real anxiety in his eyes, said “Yes.”
“But she is still hankering after those confounded Chichesters!” her cousin said to
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himself, when the girl had left him, in which conclusion he was not far wrong.
With the coming of Miss Osric, the “do as you please” system ceased.
Lady Frederica might be lax as regarded solid education. “There’s no need whatsoever6 to behave as though you are to be a governess, my dear,” she said to Sydney, but she was horrified7 by the girl’s lack of accomplishments8.
“The one and only thing the child can do is to look pretty,” his aunt complained to St. Quentin, “and beauty without style is very little good. Of course, we must be thankful for small mercies—one seldom has big ones to be thankful for—and she might have been fat and podgy! But what in the world those doctor people were about not to give her drill and calisthenic lessons, I can’t think!”
“There were herds9 of them, I fancy,” said her nephew. “Whenever Sydney mentions them, which isn’t seldom, she springs a new one upon me. They would make an excellent third volume to the Pillars of the House. I don’t suppose there was overmuch cash to spare for accomplishments.”
“I never can think why it is that those people who cannot afford it always have such enormous families,” pursued the lady.
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“If we had done our duty by Sydney as we should, there would have been one less all these eighteen years,” her nephew suggested, and Lady Frederica changed the subject, as she always did when St. Quentin had what she called a “conscientious craze.”
“It’s your health makes you talk like that, my dear boy,” she declared. “You are really getting quite ridiculous about Sydney!”
The round of accomplishments now began in good earnest.
Sydney and Miss Osric breakfasted at eight-thirty, after which, when the weather was at all possible, Sydney took her ride on her new mare10 “Bessie,” a charming creature, whom she learned to love! Even Lady Frederica owned that, after a few lessons from old Banks, who had taught the present marquess to ride long ago, Sydney passed muster11 well enough on horseback. She and Bessie understood each other, and she bade fair to make a graceful12 and a fearless horsewoman.
“Of course she can ride; all the Lisles can ride anything that has a back to it,” St. Quentin said, when Lady Frederica condescended13 to approve the girl’s horsemanship; but, though his tone was careless, there was no doubt he was gratified by the fact that
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his young cousin took after the family in that respect.
On three mornings in the week Sydney had masters from Donisbro’ for French, piano, and singing, and every Saturday a sergeant14 with a huge black moustache came to teach her fencing in the long “Gallery-at-Arms,” where the third marquess of St. Quentin was said to have fought a duel15 with the famous Duke of Marlborough one wild morning when a stormy dawn peered through the mullioned windows, and to have spared his life as being host.
Sydney came to enjoy her lessons, as soon as she had grown used to the strange sensation of having every bit of instruction to herself, with only Miss Osric sitting by to chaperone her pupil.
She had a fresh young voice of no special power, nor was her playing in the least above the average. She longed that Dolly, who would do her teachers so much more credit, might enjoy these music lessons in her stead; but the wish was futile16.
She and Miss Osric lunched at two with Lady Frederica, and, if possible, managed a brisk walk before lunch. Miss Osric was as energetic as Sydney herself, and always ready to go out, whatever the weather. Sometimes
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they had only time for a stroll in the Park, but often extended it to the picturesque17 little village, where the broken-down cottages, with their moss-covered thatch18 and ivied walls, made Miss Osric long for the summer and time for sketching19.
In the afternoon Lady Frederica generally liked a companion on her drive and took Sydney, but the girl always managed to find a few minutes to run into the library to see her cousin; who, except on his worst days, was wheeled from his bedroom to the library next door about two o’clock.
After the drive there was tea, then usually another visit to St. Quentin, followed by practice, preparation for her masters, and finishing, not infrequently, with something she and Miss Osric were reading together.
They dined at eight with Lady Frederica, and afterwards sat in one of the drawing-rooms till 9.30, when Sydney was despatched to bed.
This was rather a come-down after ten o’clock bed-time at home, but Lady Frederica was firm on that point.
“I am here to turn you into the right kind of girl for your position,” she explained to Sydney, “and one of the most important things for it is a good complexion20. I went to bed
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at seven every night of my life till I was seventeen and came out, and I don’t think there was a complexion to match mine in London. Yours will never equal it, my dear, though St. Quentin does say silly things about you. Yes, my complexion was perfect, and so was my way of entering a room (you poke21, rather!) and getting in and out of a carriage; and though I never could remember why Romeo wrote Juliet, or whether Chaucer or Pope was the author of ‘In Memoriam,’ I married Tim Verney, the millionaire, at the end of my first season!”
Poor Sydney used to listen to such conversations with a vague and increasing sense of discomfort22. Was this to be her life, only this? Was this where all the accomplishments were leading? Was this, only this, what mother had meant by “making the best in every sense of this new life”?
Sydney felt quite sure that it was not!
She grew graver and distinctly more homesick; St. Quentin noticed the change in her, and put it down to rather too many lessons. By his decree the ride was lengthened23; but it was something more than mere24 amusement that poor Sydney wanted. Perhaps the want she was most conscious of herself was mother.
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The drill and fencing lessons were supposed to give the girl that “deportment” of which Lady Frederica spoke25 so constantly, but she was herself Sydney’s most effective teacher. The girl grew very weary of the constant instructions. “Don’t run downstairs, Sydney!—never seem in a hurry. My dear, don’t shake hands that way. Miss Osric, kindly26 give her your hand again. No, that’s not right! Dear me! I think they might have taught you such a simple thing as to shake hands gracefully27 at your doctor’s.”
If Sydney failed in any way, Lady Frederica was surprised that she had not been taught better at “the doctor’s.” It made the girl grow hot with indignation for the dear home people, but she was quite aware that Lady Frederica would only raise her eyebrows28 and say, “Gracious, child, don’t be absurd!” if she expressed a tithe29 of what she felt.
The bi-weekly calisthenic lessons came as a welcome relaxation30. The drive to Donisbro’ was in itself a pleasure, for, after the first novelty had worn off, Lady Frederica sent Miss Osric with her pupil.
The class comprised only about a dozen girls between the ages of fourteen and nineteen, who met at a private house and were taught by
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a master who bestowed31 instructions upon royalty32.
It felt like meeting an old friend to Sydney to see Katharine Morrell’s clear-cut face and calm eyes among the mothers and governesses, and she enjoyed introducing Miss Osric and telling eagerly the unimportant little details of her daily life to an ear which was always sympathetic.
She began to look forward to Tuesdays and Fridays as the best days in the week, and save up the nicest bits of news to tell Miss Morrell—Hugh’s last success—Madge’s Latin prize at the High School—or some kindness shown her by St. Quentin.
Katharine Morrell seemed interested in all and everything that Sydney had to tell, even in the news of the Castle, which seemed to its teller33 so infinitely34 less worth hearing than the doings of the Chichesters and home.
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