Up the avenue a stream of people were coming. Some came in cabs, some on bicycles; some walked. They all turned in the direction of the front entrance, and Audrey heard their voices rising and falling as they entered the house, walked down the hall, and disappeared into some region at the other end.
“It is all detestable,” she muttered; “and just when Evelyn is coming, too. How strange she will think it! I wish father would drop this horrid1 custom. I do not approve of it at all.”
Just then her governess, a bright-looking girl about six years Audrey’s senior, came into the room.
“Well,” she cried, “and what are you doing here? I thought you were going to ride this afternoon.” 2
“How can I?” said Audrey, shrugging her shoulders. “I shall be met at every turn.”
“And why not?” said Miss Sinclair. “You are not ashamed of being seen.”
“It is quite detestable,” said Audrey.
She crossed the room, flung herself into a deep straw armchair in front of a blazing log fire, and took up a magazine.
“It is all horrid,” she continued as she rapidly turned the pages; “you know it, Miss Sinclair, as well as I do.”
“If I were you,” said Miss Sinclair, “I should be proud—very proud—to belong to an old family who had kept a custom like this in vogue2.”
“If you belonged to the old family you would not,” said Audrey. “Every one laughs at us. I call it perfectly3 horrid. What possible good can it do that all the people of the neighborhood, and the strangers who come to stay in the town, should make free of Wynford Castle on New Year’s Day? It makes me cross anyhow. I am sorry to be cross to you, Miss Sinclair; but I am, and that is a fact.”
Miss Sinclair sat down on another chair.
“I like it,” she said after a pause.
“Why?” asked Audrey.
“There were some quite hungry people passing through the hall as I came to you just now.”
“Let them be hungry somewhere else, not here,” said the angry girl. “It was all very well when some ancestor of mine first started the custom; but that father, a man of the present day, up-to-date in 3 every sense of the word, should carry it on—that he should keep open house for every individual who chooses to come here on New Year’s Day—is past endurance. Last year between two and three hundred people dined or supped or had tea at the Castle, and I believe, from the appearance of the avenue, there will be still more to-day. The house gets so dirty, for one thing, for half of them don’t think of wiping their feet; and then we run a chance of being robbed, for how do we know that there are not adventurers in the throng4? If I were the country-folk I would be too proud to come; but they are not—not a bit.”
“I cannot agree with you,” said Miss Sinclair. “It is a splendid old custom, and I hope it will not be abolished.”
“Perhaps Evelyn will abolish it when she comes in for the property,” said Audrey in a low tone. Her face looked scarcely amiable5 as she said the words.
Miss Sinclair regarded her with a puzzled expression.
“Audrey dear,” she said after a pause, “I am very fond of you.”
“And I of you,” said Audrey a little unwillingly6. “You are more friend than governess. I should like best to go to school, of course; but as father says that that is quite impossible, I have to put up with the next best; and you are a very good next best.”
“Then if I am, may I just as a friend, and one who loves you very dearly, make a remark?” 4
“It is going to be something odious,” said Audrey—“that goes without saying—but I suppose I’ll listen.”
“Don’t you think you are just a wee bit in danger of becoming selfish, Audrey?” said her governess.
“Am I? Perhaps so; I am afraid I don’t care.”
“You would if you thought it over; and this is New Year’s Day, and it is a lovely afternoon, and you might come for a ride—I wish you would.”
“I will not run the chance of meeting those folks on any consideration whatever,” said Audrey; “but I will go for a walk with you, if you like.”
“Done,” said Miss Sinclair. “I have to go on a message for Lady Wynford to the lodge7; will you come by the shrubberies and meet me there?”
“All right,” replied Audrey; “I will go and get ready.”
She left the room.
After her pupil had left her, Miss Sinclair sat for a time gazing into the huge log fire.
She was a very pretty girl, with a high-bred look about her. She had received all the advantages which modern education could afford, and at the age of three-and-twenty had left Girton with the assurance from all her friends that she had a brilliant future before her. The first step in that future seemed bright enough to the handsome, high-spirited girl. Lady Wynford met her in town, took a fancy to her on the spot, and asked her to conduct Audrey’s education. Miss Sinclair received a liberal salary 5 and every comfort and consideration. Audrey fell quickly in love with her, and a more delightful8 pupil governess never had. The girl was brimming over with intelligence, was keenly alive to the responsibilities of her own position, was absolutely original, and as a rule quite unselfish.
“Poor Audrey! she has her trials before her, all the same,” thought the young governess now. “Well, I am very happy here, and I hope nothing will disturb our present arrangement for some time. As to Evelyn, we have yet to discover what sort of girl she is. She comes this evening. But there, I am forgetting all about Audrey, and she must be waiting for me.”
It so happened that Audrey Wynford was doing nothing of the sort. She had hastily put on her warm jacket and fur cap and gone out into the grounds. The objectionable avenue, with its streams of people coming and going, was to be religiously avoided, and Audrey went in the direction of a copse of young trees, which led again through a long shrubbery in the direction of the lodge gates.
It was the custom from time immemorial in the Wynford family to keep open house on New Year’s Day. Any wayfarer9, gentle or simple, man or woman, boy or girl, could come up the avenue and ring the bell at the great front-door, and be received and fed and refreshed, and sent again on his or her way with words of cheer. The Squire10 himself as a rule received his guests, but where that was impossible the steward11 of the estate was present to conduct them 6 to the huge hall which ran across the back of the house, where unlimited12 refreshments13 were provided. No one was sent away. No one was refused admission on this day of all days. The period of the reception was from sunrise to sundown. At sundown the hospitality came to an end; the doors of the house were shut and no more visitors were allowed admission. An extra staff of servants was generally secured for the occasion, and the one and only condition made by the Squire was, that as much food as possible might be eaten, that each male visitor might drink good wine or sound ale to his heart’s content, that each might warm himself thoroughly14 by the huge log fires, but that no one should take any food away. This, in the case of so promiscuous15 an assemblage, was necessary. To Audrey, however, the whole thing was more or less a subject of dislike. She regarded the first day of each year as a penance16; she shrank from the subject of the guests, and on this special New Year’s Day was more aggrieved17 and put out than usual. More guests had arrived than had ever come before, for the people of the neighborhood enjoyed the good old custom, and there was not a villager, not a trades-person, nor even a landed proprietor18 near who did not make it a point of breaking bread at Wynford Castle on New Year’s Day. The fact that a man of position sat down side by side with a tramp or a laborer19 made no difference; there was no distinction of rank amongst the Squire’s guests on this day.
Audrey heard the voices now as she disappeared 7 into the shelter of the young trees. She heard also the rumble20 of wheels as the better class of guests arrived or went away again.
“It is horrid,” she murmured for about the twentieth time to herself; and then she began to run in order to get away from what she called the disagreeable noise.
Audrey could run with the speed and grace of a young fawn21, but she had not gone half-through the shrubbery before she stopped dead-short. A girl of about her own age was coming hurriedly to meet her. She was a very pretty girl, with black eyes and a quantity of black hair and a richly colored dark face. The girl was dressed somewhat fantastically in many colors. Peeping out from beneath her old-fashioned jacket was a scarf of deep yellow; the skirt of her dress was crimson22, and in her hat she wore two long crimson feathers. Audrey regarded her with not only wonder but also disfavor. Who was she? What a vulgar, forward, insufferable young person!
“I say,” cried the girl, coming up eagerly; “I have lost my way, and it is so important! Can you tell me how I can get to the front entrance of the Castle?”
“You ought not to have come by the shrubbery,” said Audrey in a very haughty23 tone. “The visitors who come to the Castle to-day are expected to use the avenue. But now that you have come,” she added, “if you will take this short cut you will find yourself in the right direction. You have then but 8 to follow the stream of people and you will reach the hall door.”
“Oh, thank you!” said the girl. “I am so awfully24 hungry! I do hope I shall get in before sunset. Good-by, and thank you so much! My name is Sylvia Leeson; who are you?”
“I am Audrey Wynford,” replied Audrey, speaking more icily than ever.
“Then you are the young lady of the Castle?”
“I am Audrey Wynford.”
“How strange! One would think to meet you here, and one would think to see me here, that we both belonged to Shakespeare’s old play As You Like It. But I must not stay another minute. It is so sweet of your father to invite us all, and if I am not quick I shall lose the fun.”
She nodded with a flash of bright eyes and white teeth at the amazed Audrey, and the next moment was lost to view.
“What a girl!” thought Audrey as she pursued her walk. “How dared she! She did not treat me with one scrap25 of respect, and she seemed to think—a girl of that sort!—that she was my equal; she absolutely spoke26 of us in the same breath. It was almost insulting. Sylvia and Audrey! We meet in a wood, and we might be characters out of As You Like It. Well, she is awfully pretty, but—— Oh dear! what a creature she is when all is said and done—that wild dress, and those dancing eyes, and that free manner! And yet—and yet she was scarcely vulgar; she was only—only different from anybody 9 else. Who is she, and where does she come from? Sylvia Leeson. Rather a pretty name; and certainly a pretty girl. But to think of her partaking of hospitality—all alone, too—with the canaille of Wynford!”
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