“What are you thinking about, Audrey?” said Miss Sinclair.
“Do you happen to know,” said Audrey, “any people in the village or neighborhood of the name of Leeson?”
“No, dear, certainly not. I do not think any people of the name live here. Why do you ask?”
“For such a funny reason!” replied Audrey. “I met a girl who had come by mistake through the shrubberies. She was on her way to the Castle to get a good meal. She told me her name was Sylvia Leeson. She was pretty in an outré sort of style; she was also very free. She had the cheek to compare herself with me, and said that as my name was Audrey and hers Sylvia we ought to be two of Shakespeare’s heroines. There was something uncommon4 about her. Not that I liked her—very far from that. But I wonder who she is.”
“I don’t know,” said Miss Sinclair. “I certainly 11 have not the least idea that there is any one of that name living in our neighborhood, but one can never tell.”
“Oh, but you know everybody round here,” said Audrey. “Perhaps she is a stranger. I think on the whole I am glad.”
“I heard a week ago that some people had taken The Priory,” said Miss Sinclair.
“The Priory!” cried Audrey. “It has been uninhabited ever since I can remember.”
“I heard the rumor,” continued Miss Sinclair, “but I know no particulars, and it may not be true. It is just possible that this girl belongs to them.”
“I should like to find out,” replied Audrey. “She certainly interested me although——Oh, well, don’t let us talk of her any more. Jenny dear”—Audrey in affectionate moments called her governess by her Christian5 name—“are you not anxious to know what Evelyn is like?”
“I suppose I am,” replied Miss Sinclair.
“I think of her so much!” continued Audrey. “It seems so odd that she, a stranger, should be the heiress, and I, who have lived here all my days, should inherit nothing. Oh, of course, I shall have plenty of money, for mother had such a lot; but it does seem so unaccountable that all father’s property should go to Evelyn. And now she is to live here, and of course take the precedence of me, I do not know that I quite like it. Sometimes I feel that she will rub me the wrong way; if she is very 12 masterful, for instance. She can be—can’t she, Jenny?”
“But why should we suppose that she will be?” replied Miss Sinclair. “There is no good in getting prejudiced beforehand.”
“I cannot help thinking about it,” said Audrey. “You know I have never had any close companions before, and although you make up for everybody else, and I love you with all my heart and soul, yet it is somewhat exciting to think of a girl just my own age coming to live with me.”
“Of course, dear; and I am so glad for your sake!”
“But then,” continued Audrey, “she does not come quite as an ordinary guest; she comes to the home which is to be hers hereafter. I wonder what her ideas are, and what she will feel about things. It is very mysterious. I am excited; I own it. You may be quite sure, though, that I shall not show any of my excitement when Evelyn does come. Jenny, have you pictured her yet to yourself? Do you think she is tall or short, or pretty or ugly, or what?”
“I have thought of her, of course,” replied Miss Sinclair; “but I have not formed the least idea. You will soon know, Audrey; she is to arrive in time for dinner.”
“Yes,” said Audrey; “mother is going in the carriage to meet her, and the train is due at six-thirty. She will arrive at the Castle a little before seven. Mother says she will probably bring a maid, 13 and perhaps a French governess. Mother does not know herself what sort she is. It is odd her having lived away from England all this time.”
Audrey chatted on with her governess a little longer, and presently they turned and went back to the house. The sun had already set, and the big front-door was shut; the family never used it except on this special day or when a wedding or a funeral left Wynford Castle. The pretty side-door, with its sheltered porch, was the mode of exit and ingress for the inhabitants of Wynford Castle. Audrey and her governess now entered, and Audrey stood for a few moments to warm her hands by the huge log fire on the hearth6. Miss Sinclair went slowly up-stairs to her room; and Audrey, finding herself alone, gave a quick sigh.
“I wonder—I do wonder,” she said half-aloud.
Her words were evidently heard, for some one stirred, and presently a tall man with a slight stoop came forward and stood where the light of the big fire fell all over him.
“Why, dad!” cried Audrey as she put her hand inside her father’s arm. “Were you asleep?” she asked. “How was it that Miss Sinclair and I did not see you when we came in?”
“I was sound asleep in that big chair. I was somewhat tired. I had received three hundred guests; don’t forget that,” replied Squire7 Wynford.
“And they have gone. What a comfort!” said Audrey.
“My dear little Audrey, I have fed them and 14 warmed them and sent them on their way rejoicing, and I am a more popular Squire Wynford of Castle Wynford than ever. Why should you grumble8 because your neighbors, every mother’s son of them, had as much to eat and drink as they could desire on New Year’s Day?”
“I hate the custom,” said Audrey. “It belongs to the Middle Ages; it ought to be exploded.”
“What! and allow the people to go hungry?”
“Those who are likely to go hungry,” continued Audrey, “might have money given to them. We do not want all the small squires9 everywhere round to come and feed at the Castle.”
“But the small squires like it, and so do the poor people, and so do I,” said Squire Wynford; and now he frowned very slightly, and Audrey gave another sigh.
“We must agree to differ, dad,” she said.
“I am afraid so, my dear. Well, and how are you, my pet? I have not seen you until now. Very happy at the thought of your cousin’s arrival?”
“No, dad, scarcely happy, but excited all the same. Are not you a little, wee bit excited too, father? It seems so strange her coming all the way from Tasmania to take possession of her estates. I wonder—I do wonder—what she will be like.”
“She takes possession of no estates while I live,” said the Squire, “but she is the next heiress.”
“And you are sorry it is not I; are you not, father?”
“I don’t think of it,” said the Squire. “No,” he 15 added thoughtfully a moment later, “that is not the case. I do think of it. You are better off without the responsibility; you would never be suited to a great estate of this sort. Evelyn may be different. Anyhow, when the time comes it is her appointed work. Now, my dear”—he took out his watch—“your cousin will arrive in a moment. Your mother has gone to meet her. Do you intend to welcome her here or in one of the sitting-rooms?”
“I will stay in the hall, of course,” said Audrey a little fretfully.
“I will leave you, then, my love. I have neglected a sheaf of correspondence, and would like to look through my letters before dinner.”
The Squire moved away, walking slowly. He pushed aside some heavy curtains and vanished. Audrey still stood by the fire. Presently a restless fit seized her, and she too flitted up the winding10 white marble stairs and disappeared down a long corridor. She entered a pretty room daintily furnished in blue and silver. A large log fire burned in the grate; electric light shed its soft gleams over the furniture; there was a bouquet11 of flowers and a little pot of ivy12 on a small table, also a bookcase full of gaily-bound story-books. Nothing had been neglected, even to the big old Bible and the old-fashioned prayer-book.
“I wonder how she will like it,” thought Audrey. “This is one of the prettiest rooms in the house. Mother said she must have it. I wonder if she will like it, and if I shall like her. Oh, and here is her dressing-room, and here is a little boudoir where she 16 may sit and amuse herself and shut us out if she chooses. Lucky Evelyn! How strange it all seems! For the first time I begin to appreciate my darling, beloved home. Why should it pass away from me to her? Oh, of course I am not jealous; I would not be mean enough to entertain feelings of that sort, and—— I hear the sound of wheels. She is coming; in a moment I shall see her. Oh, I do wonder—I do wonder! I wish Jenny were with me; I feel quite nervous.”
Audrey dashed out of the room, rushed down the winding stairs, and had just entered the hall when a footman pushed aside the heavy curtains, and Lady Frances Wynford, a handsome, stately-looking woman, entered, accompanied by a small girl.
The girl was dragging in a great pile of rugs and wraps. Her hat was askew13 on her head, her jacket untidy. She flung the rugs down in the center of a rich Turkey carpet; said, “There, that is a relief;” and then looked full at Audrey.
Audrey was a head and shoulders taller than the heiress, who had thin and somewhat wispy14 flaxen hair, and a white face with insignificant15 features. Her eyes, however, were steady, brown, large, and intelligent. She came up to Audrey at once.
“Don’t introduce me, please, Aunt Frances,” she said. “I know this is Audrey.—I am Evelyn. You hate me, don’t you?”
“No, I am sure I do not,” said Audrey.
“Well, I should if I were you. It would be much more interesting to be hated. So this is the place. 17 It looks jolly, does it not? Aunt Frances, do you know where my maid is? I must have her—I must have her at once. Please tell Jasper to come here,” continued the girl, turning to a man-servant who lingered in the background.
“Desire Miss Wynford’s maid to come into the hall,” said Lady Frances in an imperious tone; “and bring tea, Davis. Be quick.”
The man withdrew, and Evelyn, lifting her hand, took off her ugly felt hat and flung it on the pile of rugs and cushions.
“Don’t touch them, please,” she said as Audrey advanced. “That is Jasper’s work.—By the way, Aunt Frances, may Jasper sleep in my room? I have never slept alone, not since I was born, and I could not survive it. I want a little bed just the ditto of my own for Jasper. I cannot live without Jasper. May she sleep close to me, please, Aunt Frances? And, oh! I do hope and trust this house is not haunted. It does look eerie16. I am terrified at the thought of ghosts. I know I shall not be a very pleasant inmate17, and I am sorry for you all—and for you in special, Audrey. What a grand, keep-your-distance sort of air you have! But I am not going to be afraid of you. I do not forget that the place will belong to me some day. Hullo, Jasper!”
Evelyn flitted in a curious, elf-like way across the hall, and went up to a dark woman who stood just by the velvet18 curtain.
“Don’t be shy, Jasper,” she said. “You have nothing to be afraid of here. It is all very grand, I 18 know; but then it is to be mine some day, and you are never to leave me—never. I was speaking to my aunt, Lady Frances, and you are to have your little bed near mine. See that it is arranged for to-night. And now, please, pick up these rugs and cushions and my old hat, and take them to my room. Don’t stare so, Jasper; do what I tell you.”
Jasper somewhat sullenly19 obeyed. She was as graceful20 and deft21 in all her actions as Evelyn was the reverse. Evelyn stood and watched her. When she went slowly up the marble stairs, the heiress turned with a laugh to her two companions.
“How you stare!” she said; and she looked full at Audrey. “Do you regard me as barbarian22, or a wild beast, or what?”
“I am interested in you,” said Audrey in her low voice. “You are decidedly out of the common.”
“Come,” said Lady Frances, “we have no time for analyzing24 character just now. Audrey, take your cousin to her room, and then go yourself and get dressed for dinner.”
“Will you come, Evelyn?” said Audrey.
She crossed the hall, Evelyn following her slowly. Once or twice the heiress stopped to examine a mailed figure in armor, or an old picture on which the firelight cast a fitful gleam. She said, “How ugly! A queer old thing, that!” to the figure in armor, and she scowled25 up at the picture.
“You are not going to frighten me, you old scarecrow,” she said; and then she ran up-stairs by Audrey’s side. 19
“Parts of the house are,” answered Audrey.
“Is this part?”
“No; the hall and staircase were added about seventy years ago.”
“Is my room in the old part or the new part?”
“Your room is in what is called the medium part. It is a lovely room; you will be charmed with it.”
“I by no means know that I shall. But show it to me.”
Audrey walked a little quicker. She began to feel a curious sense of irritation27, and knew that there was something about Evelyn which might under certain conditions try her temper very much. They reached the lovely blue-and-silver room, and Audrey flung open the door, expecting a cry of delight from Evelyn. But the heiress was not one to give herself away; she cast cool and critical eyes round the chamber28.
“Dear, dear!” she said—“dear, dear! So this is your idea of an English bedroom!”
“It is an English bedroom; there is no idea about it,” said Audrey.
“You are cross, are you not, Audrey?” was Evelyn’s remark. “It is very trying for you my coming here. I know that, of course; Jasper has told me. I should be ignorant and quite lost were it not for Jasper, but Jasper puts me up to things. I do not think I could live without her. She has often described you—often and often. It would make you 20 scream to listen to her. She has taken you off splendidly. Really, all things considered, you are very like what she has pictured you. I say, Audrey, would you like to come up here after your next meal, whatever you call it, and watch Jasper as she takes you off? She is the most splendid mimic29 in all the world. In a day or two she will be able to imitate Aunt Frances and every one in the house. Oh, it is killing30 to watch her and to listen to her! You would like to see yourself through Jasper’s eyes, would you not, Audrey?”
“No, thank you,” replied Audrey.
“How you kill me with that ‘No, thank you,’ of yours! Why, they are the very words Jasper said you would be certain to say. Oh dear! this is quite amusing.” Evelyn laughed long and loud, wiping her eyes with her handkerchief as she did so. “Oh dear! oh dear!” she said. “Don’t look any crosser, Audrey, or I shall die with laughing! Why, you will make me scream.”
“That would be bad for you after your journey,” said Audrey. “I see you have hot water, and your maid is in the dressing-room. I will leave you now. That is the dressing-bell; the bell for dinner will ring in half an hour. I must go and dress.”
Audrey rushed out of the room, very nearly, but not quite, banging the door after her.
“If I stayed another moment I should lose my temper. I should say something terrible,” thought the girl. Her heart was beating fast; she pressed her hand to her side. “If it were not for Jenny 21 I do not believe I could endure the house with that girl,” was her next ejaculation. “To think that she is a Wynford, and that the Castle—the lovely, beautiful Castle—is to belong to her some day. Oh, it is maddening! Our darling knight31 in armor—Sir Galahad I have always called him—and our Rembrandt: one is a scarecrow, and the other a queer old thing. Oh Evelyn, you are almost past bearing!”
Audrey ran away to her room, where her maid, Eleanor, was waiting to attend on her. Audrey was never in the habit of confiding32 in her maid; and the girl, who was brimful of importance, curiosity, and news, did not dare to express any of her feelings to Miss Audrey in her present mood.
“Put on my very prettiest frock to-night, please, Eleanor,” said the young lady. “Dress my hair to the best advantage. My white dress, did you say? No, not white, but that pale, very pale, rose-colored silk with all the little trimmings and flounces.”
“But that is one of your gayest dresses, Miss Audrey.”
“Never mind; I choose to look gay and well dressed.”
The girl proceeded with her young mistress’s toilet, and a minute or two before the second bell rang Audrey was ready. She made a lovely and graceful picture as she looked at herself for a moment in the long mirror. Her figure was already beautifully formed; she was tall, graceful, dignified33. The set of her young head on her stately neck was superb. 22 Her white shoulders gleamed under the transparent34 folds of her lovely frock. Her rounded arms were white as alabaster35. She slipped a small diamond ring on one of her fingers, looked for a moment longingly36 at a pearl necklace, but finally decided23 not to wear any more adornment37, and ran lightly down-stairs.
The big drawing-room was lit with the softest light. The Squire stood by the hearth, on which a huge log blazed. Lady Frances, in full evening-dress, was carelessly turning the leaves of a novel.
“What a quiet evening we are likely to have!” she said, looking up at the Squire as she spoke38. “To-morrow there are numbers of guests coming; we shall be a big party, and Audrey and Evelyn will, I trust, have a pleasant time.—My dear Audrey, why that dress this evening?”
“I took a fancy to wear it, mother,” said Audrey in a light tone.
There was more color than usual in her cheeks, and her eyes were brighter than her mother had ever seen them. Lady Frances was not a woman of any special discernment. She was an excellent mother and a splendid hostess. She was good to look at, and was just the sort of grande dame39 to keep up all the dignity of Wynford Castle, but she never even pretended to understand her only child. The Squire, a sensitive man in many ways, was also more or less a stranger to Audrey’s real character. He looked at her, it is true, a little anxiously now, and a slight curiosity stirred his breast as to the possible 23 effect Evelyn’s presence in the house might have on his beautiful young daughter. As to Evelyn herself, he had not seen her, and did not even care to inquire of his wife what sort of girl she was. He was deeply absorbed over the silver currency question, and was writing an exhaustive paper on it for the Nineteenth Century; he had not time, therefore, to worry about domestic matters. Just then the drawing-room door was flung open, and the footman announced, as though she were a stranger:
“Miss Evelyn Wynford.”
If Audrey was, according to Lady Frances’s ideas, slightly overdressed for so small a party, she was quite outshone by Evelyn, whose dress was altogether unsuitable for her age. She wore a very thick silk, bright blue in color, with a quantity of colored embroidery40 thrown over it. Her little fat neck was bare, and her sleeves were short. Her scanty41 fair hair was arranged on the top of her head, two diamond pins supporting it in position; a diamond necklace was clasped round her neck, and she had bracelets42 on her arms. She was evidently intensely pleased with herself, and looked with the utmost confidence from Lady Frances to her uncle. With a couple of long strides the Squire advanced to meet her. He looked into her queer little face and all his indifference43 vanished. She was his only brother’s only child. He had loved his brother better than any one on earth, and, come what might, he would give that brother’s child a welcome. So he took both of Evelyn’s tiny hands, and suddenly stooping, 24 he lifted her an inch or so from the ground and kissed her twice. Something in his manner made the little girl give a sort of gasp44.
“Why, it is just as if you were father come to life,” she said. “I am glad to see you, Uncle Ned.”
Still holding her hand, the Squire walked up to the hearth and stood there facing Audrey and his wife.
“You have been introduced to Audrey, have you not, Evelyn?” he said.
“I did not need to be introduced. I saw a girl in the hall, and I guessed it must be Audrey. ’Cute of me, was it not? Do you know, Uncle Ned, I don’t much like this place, but I like you. Yes, I am right-down smitten45 with you, but I don’t think I like anything else. You don’t mind if I am frank, Uncle Ned; it always was my way. We are brought up like that in Tasmania—Audrey, don’t frown at me; you don’t look pretty when you frown. But, oh! I say, the bell has gone, has it not?”
“Yes, my dear,” said Lady Frances.
“And it means dinner, does it not?”
“Certainly, Evelyn,” said her uncle, bending towards her with the most polished and stately grace. “Allow me, my niece, to conduct you to the dining-room.”
“How droll46 you are, uncle!” said Evelyn. “But I like you all the same. You are a right-down good old sort. I am awfully47 peckish; I shall be glad of a round meal.”
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