“A dowdy15, ill-favored girl,” they said one to the other; “but nevertheless, when the Squire—bless him!—is gathered to his fathers, she will reign16 in his stead, and sweet, darling, beautiful Miss Audrey will be nowhere.”
They said this, repeating the disagreeable news one to the other, and vowing17 each and all that they 145 would never care for the Australian girl, and never give her a welcome.
“It won’t do,” she said to herself. “I meant to take up my abode19 at the ‘Green Man,’ and I meant that no one in the place should turn me out, but I do not believe I shall be able to continue there; and yet, to go far away from my sweet little Eve is not to be thought of. I have money of my own. Her mother was a wise woman when she said to me, ‘Jasper, the time may come when you will need it; and although it belongs to Eve, you must spend it as you think best in her service.’
“It ain’t much,” thought Jasper to herself, “but it is sixty pounds, and I have it in gold sovereigns, scattered20 here and there in my big black trunk, and I mean to spend it in watching over the dear angel lamb. Mrs. Simpson of the ‘Green Man’ would be the better of it, but she sha’n’t have much of it—of that I am resolved.”
So Jasper presently left the village and began strolling in the direction where the river Earn flows between dark rocks until it loses itself in a narrow stream among the peaceful hills. In that direction lay The Priory, with its thick yew21 hedge and its shut-in appearance.
As Jasper continued her walk she knew nothing of the near neighborhood of The Priory, and no one in all the world was farther from her thoughts than the pretty, tall slip of a girl who lived there. 146
Now, it so happened that Sylvia was taking her walks abroad also in the hour of dusk. It was one of her peculiarities22 never to spend an hour that she could help indoors. She had to sleep indoors, and she had to take what food she could manage to secure also under the roof which she so hated; but, come rain or shine, storm or calm, every scrap23 of the rest of her time was spent wandering about. To the amount of fresh air which she breathed she owed her health and a good deal of her beauty. She was out now as usual, her big mastiff, Pilot, bearing her company. She was never afraid where she wandered with this protection, for Pilot was a dog of sagacity, and would soon make matters too hot for any one who meant harm to his young mistress.
Sylvia walked slowly. She was thinking hard. “What a delightful24 time she was having twenty-four hours ago! What a good dinner she was about to eat! How pleasant it was to wear Audrey’s pretty dress! How delightful to dance in the hall and talk to Arthur Jervice! She wondered what his sister with the curious name was like. How beautiful his face looked when he spoke25 of her!
“She must be lovely too,” thought Sylvia. “And so restful! There is nothing so cool and comfortable and peaceful as a mossy bank. I suppose she is called Moss26 because she comforts people.”
Sylvia hurried a little. Presently she stood and looked around her to be sure that no one was by. She then deliberately27 tightened28 her belt. 147
“It makes me feel the pangs29 less,” she thought. “Oh dear, how delightful, how happy those must be who are never, never hungry! Sometimes I can scarcely bear it; I almost feel that I could steal something to have a big, big meal. What a lot I ate last night, and how I longed to pocket even that great hunch30 of bread which was placed near my plate! But I did not dare. I thought my big meal would keep off my hunger to-day, but I believe it has made it worse than ever. I must have a straight talk with father to-night. I must tell him plainly that, however coarse the food, I must at least have enough of it. Oh dear, I ache—I ache for a good meal!”
The poor girl stood still. Footsteps were heard approaching. They were now close by. Pilot pricked31 up his ears and listened. A moment later Jasper appeared on the scene.
When she saw Sylvia she stopped, dropped a little courtesy, and said in a semi-familiar tone:
“And how are you this evening, Miss Leeson?”
Sylvia had not seen her as she approached. The girl started now and turned quickly round.
“You are Jasper?” she said. “What are you doing here?”
“Taking the air, miss. Have you any objection?”
“None, of course,” replied Sylvia.
Had there been light enough to see, Jasper would have noticed that the girl’s face took on a cheerful expression. She laid her hand on Pilot’s forehead. Pilot growled32. Sylvia said to him: 148
“Be quiet; this is a friend.”
Pilot evidently understood the words. He wagged his bushy tail and looked in Jasper’s direction. Jasper came boldly up and laid her hand beside Sylvia’s on the dog’s forehead. The tail wagged more demonstratively.
“You have won him,” said Sylvia in a tone of delight. “Do you know, I am glad, although I cannot tell why I should be.”
“He looks as if he could be very formidable,” said Jasper.—“Ah, good dog—good dog! Noble creature! So I am your friend? Good dog!”
“But it must be rather unpleasant for visitors to come to call on you, Miss Sylvia, with such a dog as that loose about the place. Now, I, for instance——”
“If you had a message from Evelyn for me,” said Sylvia, “you could call now with impunity33. Strangers cannot; that is why father keeps Pilot. He is trained never to touch any one, but he is also trained to keep every one out. He does that in the best manner possible. He stands right in the person’s path and shows his big fangs34 and growls35. Nobody would dream of going past him; but you would be safe.”
Jasper stood silent.
“It may be useful,” she repeated.
“You have not come now with a message from Evelyn?” said Sylvia, a pathetic tone in her voice.
“No, miss, I have not; but do you know, miss—do you know what has happened to me?” 149
“How should I?” replied Sylvia.
“I am turned out, miss—turned out by her ladyship—I who had a letter from Mrs. Wynford in Tasmania asking her ladyship to keep me always as my little Evelyn’s friend and nurse and guardian36. Yes, Miss Sylvia, I am turned away as though I were dirt. I am turned away, miss, although it was only yesterday that her ladyship got the letter which the dying mother wrote. It is hard, is it not, Miss Leeson? It is cruel, is it not?”
“Hard and cruel!” echoed Sylvia. “It is worse. It is a horrible sin. I wonder you stand it!”
“Now, miss, for such a pretty young lady I wonder you have not more sense. Do you think I’d go if I could help it?”
“What does Evelyn say?” asked Sylvia, intensely excited.
“What does she say? Nothing. She is stunned37, I take it; but she will wake up and know what it means. No chocolate, and no one to sleep in the little white bed by her side.”
“I am grand at making it,” said Jasper. “I have spent my life in many out-of-the-way places. It was in Madrid I learnt to make chocolate; no one can excel me with it. I’d like well to make a cup for you.”
“And I’d like to drink it,” said Sylvia.
“As well as I can see you in this light,” continued Jasper, “you look as if a cup of my chocolate would 150 do you good. Chocolate made all of milk, with plenty of bread and butter, is a meal which no one need despise. I say, miss, shall we go back to the “Green Man,” and shall you and me have a bit of supper together? You would not be too proud to take it with me although I am only my young lady’s maid?”
“I wish I could,” said Sylvia. There was a wild desire in her heart, a sort of passion of hunger. “But,” she continued, “I cannot; I must go home now.”
“Is your home near, miss?”
“Oh yes; it is just at the other side of that wall. But please do not talk of it—father hates people knowing. He likes us to live quite solitary39.”
“And it is a big house. Yes, I can see that,” continued Jasper, peering through the trees.
Just then a young crescent moon showed its face, a bank of clouds swept away to the left, and Jasper could distinctly see the square outline of an ugly house. She saw something else also—the very white face of the hungry Sylvia, the look which was almost starvation in her eyes. Jasper was clever; she might not be highly educated in the ordinary sense, but she had been taught to use her brains, and she had excellent brains to use. Now, as she looked at the girl, an idea flashed through her mind.
“For some extraordinary reason that child is downright hungry,” she said to herself. “Now, nothing would suit my purpose better.” 151
She came close to Sylvia and laid her hand on her arm.
“I have taken a great fancy to you, miss,” she said.
“Have you?” answered Sylvia.
“Yes, miss; and I am very lonely, and I don’t mean to stay far away from my dear young lady.”
“Are you going to live in the village?” asked Sylvia.
“I have a room now at the ‘Green Man,’ Miss Leeson, but I don’t mean to stay there; I don’t care for the landlady. And I don’t want to be, so to speak, under her ladyship’s nose. Her ladyship has took a mortal hatred40 to me, and as the village, so to speak, belongs to the Castle, if the Castle was to inform the ‘Green Man’ that my absence was more to be desired than my company, why, out I’d have to go. You can understand that, can you not, miss?”
“Yes—of course.”
“And it is the way with all the houses round here,” continued Jasper; “they are all under the thumb of the Castle—under the thumb of her ladyship—and I cannot possibly stay near my dear young lady unless——”
“Unless?” questioned Sylvia.
“You was to give me shelter, miss, in your house.”
Sylvia backed away, absolute terror creeping over her face.
“Oh! I could not,” she said. “You do not know 152 what you are asking. We never have any one at The Priory. I could not possibly do it.”
“I’d pay you a pound a week,” said Jasper, throwing down her trump41 card—“a pound a week,” she continued—“twenty whole shillings put in the palm of that pretty little hand of yours, paid regularly in advance; and you might have me in a big house like that without anybody knowing. I heard you speak of the gentleman, your father; he need never know. Is there not a room at The Priory which no one goes into, and could not I sleep there? And you’d have money, miss—twenty shillings; and I’d feed you up with chocolate, miss, and bread and butter, and—oh! lots of other things. I have not been on a ranch42 in Tasmania for nothing. You could hide me at The Priory, and you could keep me acquainted with all that happened to my little Eve, and I’d pay for it, miss, and not a soul on earth would be the wiser.”
“Oh, don’t!” said Sylvia—“don’t!” She covered her face with her hands; she shook all over. “Don’t tempt11 me!” she said. “Go away; do go away! Of course I cannot have you. To deceive him—to shock him—why——Oh, I dare not—I dare not! It would not be safe. There are times when he is scarcely—yes, scarcely himself; and I must not try him too far. Oh, what have I said?”
“Nothing, my dear—nothing. You are a bit overcome. And now, shall I tell you why?”
“No, don’t tell me anything more. Go; do go—do go!” 153
“I will go,” said Jasper, “after I have spoken. You are trembling, and you are cold, and you are frightened—you who ought never to tremble; you who under ordinary circumstances ought to know no fear; you who are beautiful—yes, beautiful! But you tremble because that poor young body of yours needs food and warmth—poor child!—I know.”
“Go!” said Sylvia. They were her only words.
“I will go,” answered Jasper after a pause; “but I will come again to this same spot to-morrow night, and then you can answer me. Her ladyship cannot turn me out between now and to-morrow night, and I will come then for my answer.”
She turned and left Sylvia and went straight back to the village.
Sylvia stood still for a minute after she had gone. She then turned very slowly and re-entered The Priory grounds. A moment later she was in the ugly, ill-furnished house. The hall into which she had admitted herself was perfectly dark. There were no carpets on the floor, and the wind whistled through the ill-fitting casements43. The young girl fumbled44 about until she found a box of matches. She struck one and lit a candle which stood in a brass45 candlestick on a shelf. She then drearily46 mounted the uncarpeted stairs. She went to her own room, and opening a box, looked quickly and furtively47 around her. The box contained some crusts of bread and a few dried figs48. Sylvia counted the crusts with fingers that shook. There were five. The crusts were not large, and they were dry. 154
“I will eat one to-night,” she said to herself, “and—yes, two of the figs. I will not eat anything now. I wish Jasper had not tempted49 me. Twenty shillings, and paid in advance; and father need never know! Lots of room in the house! Yes; I know the one she could have, and I could make it comfortable; and father never goes there—never. It is away beyond the kitchen. I could make it very comfortable. She should have a fire, and we could have our chocolate there. We must never, never have any cooking that smells; we must never have anything fried; we must just have plain things. Oh! I dare not think any more. Mother once said to me, ‘If your father ever, ever finds out, Sylvia, that you have deceived him, all, all will be up.’ I won’t yield to temptation; it would be an awful act of deceit. I cannot—I will not do it! If he will only give me enough I will resist Jasper; but it is hard on a girl to be so frightfully hungry.”
“My own mother,” she whispered, “can you see me, and are you sorry for me, and are you helping51 me?”
Then she washed her hands, combed out her pretty, curly black hair, and ran down-stairs. When she got half-way down she burst into a cheerful song, and as she bounded into a room where a man sat crouching52 over a few embers on the hearth53 her voice rose to positive gaiety. 155
“Where have you been all this time?” said the querulous tones.
“Learning a new song for you, dad. Come now; supper is ready.”
“Supper!” said the man. He rose, and turned and faced his daughter.
He was a very thin man, with hair which must once have been as black as Sylvia’s own; his eyes, dark as the young girl’s, were sunk so far back in his head that they gleamed like half-burnt-out coals; his cheeks were very hollow, and he gave a pathetic laugh as he turned and faced the girl.
“I have been making a calculation,” he said, “and it is my firm impression that we are spending a great deal more than is necessary. There are further reductions which it is quite possible to make. But come, child—come. How fat and well and strong you look, and how hearty54 your voice is! You are a merry creature, Sylvia, and the joy of my life. Were it not for you I should never hold out. And you are so good at pinching and contriving55, dear! But there, I give you too many luxuries don’t I, my little one? I spoil you, don’t I? What did you say was ready?”
“Supper, father—supper.”
“Supper!” said Mr. Leeson. “Why, it seems only a moment ago that we dined.”
“It is six hours ago, father.”
“Now, Sylvia, if there is one thing I dislike more than another, it is that habit of yours of counting the hours between your meals. It is a distinct trace 156 of greediness and of the lower nature. Ah, my child, when will you live high above your mere56 bodily desires? Supper, you say? I shall not be able to eat a morsel57, but I will go with you, dear, if you like. Come, lead the way, my singing-bird; lead the way.”
Sylvia took a candle and lighted it. She then went on in front of her father. They traversed a long and dark passage, and presently she threw open the door of as melancholy58 and desolate59 a room as could be found anywhere in England.
The paper on the wall was scarcely perceptible, so worn was it by the long passage of time. The floor was bare of any carpet; there was a deal table at one end of the room; on the table a small white cloth had been placed. A piece of bread was on a wooden platter on this table. There was also a jug60 of water and a couple of baked potatoes. Sylvia had put these potatoes into the oven before she went out, otherwise there would not have been anything hot at all for the meager61 repast. The grate was destitute62 of any fire; and although there were blinds to the windows, there were no curtains. The night was a bitterly cold one, and the girl, insufficiently63 clothed as well as unfed, shivered as she went into the room.
“What a palatial64 room this is!” said Mr. Leeson. “I really often think I did wrong to come to this house. I have not the slightest doubt that my neighbors imagine that I am a man of means. It is extremely wrong to encourage that impression, and I trust, Sylvia, that you never by word or action do so. A lady you are, my dear, and a lady you will 157 look whatever you wear; but that beautiful simplicity65 which rises above mere dress and mere food is what I should like to inculcate in your nature, my sweet child. Ah! potatoes—and hot! My dear Sylvia, was this necessary?”
“There are only two, father—one for you and one for me.”
“Well, well! I suppose the young must have their dainties as long as the world lasts,” said Mr. Leeson. “Sit down, my dear, and eat. I will stand and watch you.”
“Won’t you eat anything, father?” said the girl. A curious expression filled her dark eyes. She longed for him to eat, and yet she could not help thinking how supporting and soothing66 and satisfying both those potatoes would be, and all that hunch of dry bread.
Mr. Leeson paused before replying:
“It would be impossible for you to eat more than one potato, and it would be a sin that the other should be wasted. I may as well have it.” He dropped into a chair. “Not that I am the least hungry,” he added as he took the largest potato and put it on his plate. “Still, anything is preferable to waste. What a pity it is that no one has discovered a use for the skins, for these as a rule have absolutely to be wasted! When I have gone through some abstruse67 calculations over which I am at present engaged, I shall turn my attention to the matter. Quantities of nourishing food are doubtless wasted every year by the manner in which potato-skins are 158 thrown away. Ah! and this bread, Sylvia—how long has it been in the house?”
“I got it exactly a week ago,” said Sylvia. “It is quite the ordinary kind.”
“It is too fresh, my dear. In future we must not eat new bread.”
“It is a week old, father.”
“Don’t take me up in that captious68 way. I say we must not eat new bread. It was only to-day I came across a book which said that bread when turning slightly—very slightly—moldy satisfies the appetite far more readily than new bread. Then you will see for yourself, Sylvia, that a loaf of such bread may be made to go nearly as far as two loaves of the ordinary kind. You follow me, do you not, singing-bird?”
“Yes, father—yes. But may I eat my potato now while it is hot?”
“How the young do crave69 for unnecessary indulgences!” said Mr. Leeson; but he broke his own potato in half, and Sylvia seized the opportunity to demolish70 hers.
Alack and alas71! when it was finished, every scrap of it, scarcely any even of the skin being left, she felt almost more hungry than ever. She stretched out her hand for the bread. Mr. Leeson raised his eyes as she did so and gave her a reproachful glance.
“You will be ill,” he said. “You will suffer from a bilious72 attack. Take it—take it if you want it; I am the last to interfere73 with your natural appetite.”
Sylvia ate; she ate although her father’s displeased74 159 eyes were fixed75 on her face. She helped herself twice to the stale and untempting loaf. Delicious it tasted. She could even have demolished76 every scrap of it and still have felt half-wild with hunger. But she was eating it now to give herself courage, for she had made up her mind—speak she must.
The meal came to an end. Mr. Leeson had finished his potato; Sylvia had very nearly consumed the bread.
“There will be a very small breakfast to-morrow,” he said in a mournful tone; “but you, Sylvia, after your enormous supper, will scarcely require a large one.”
Sylvia made no answer. She took her father’s hand and walked back with him through the passage. The fire was out now in the sitting-room77; Sylvia brought her father’s greatcoat.
“Put it on,” she said. “I want to sit close to you, and I want to talk.”
He smiled at her and wrapped himself obediently in his coat. It was lined with fur, a relic78 of bygone and happier days. Sylvia turned the big fur collar up round his ears; then she drew herself close to him. She seated herself on his lap.
“Put your arm round me; I am cold,” she said.
“Cold, my dear little girl!” he said. “Why, so you are! How very strange! It is doubtless from overeating.”
“No, father.”
“Why that ‘No, father’? What a curious expression is in your voice, Sylvia, my dear! Since 160 your mother’s death you have been my one comfort. Heart and soul you have gone with me through the painful life which I am obliged to lead. I know that I am doing the right thing. I am no longer lavishly79 wasting that which has been entrusted80 to me, but am, on the contrary, saving for the day of need. My dear girl, you and I have planned our life of retrenchment81. How much does our food cost us for a week?”
“Very, very little, father. Too little.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Father, forgive me; I must speak.”
“What is wrong?”
Mr. Leeson pushed his daughter away. His eyes, which had been full of kindness, grew sharp and became slightly narrowed; a watchful82 expression came into his face.
“Since mother died,” answered the girl, “I have never agitated84 you; I have always tried to do exactly as you wished.”
“On the whole you have been a good girl; your one and only fault has been your greediness. Last night, it is true, you displeased me very deeply, but on your promise never to transgress9 so again I have forgiven you.”
“Father,” said Sylvia in a tremulous tone, “I must speak, and now. You must not be angry, father; but you say that we spend too much on housekeeping. We do not; we spend too little.” 161
“Sylvia!”
“Yes; I am not going to be afraid,” continued the girl. “You were displeased with me to-night—yes, I know you were—because I nearly finished the bread. I finished it because—because I was hungry; yes, hungry. And, father, I do not mind how stale the bread is, nor how poor the food, but I must—I must have enough. You do not give me enough. No, you do not. I cannot bear the pain. I cannot bear the neuralgia. I cannot bear the cold of this house. I want warmth, and I want food, and I want clothes that will keep the chill away. That is all—just physical things. I do not ask for fun, nor for companions of my own age, nor for anything of that sort, but I do ask you, father, not to oblige me to lead this miserable85, starved life in the future.”
Sylvia paused; her courage, after all, was short-lived. The look on her father’s face arrested her words. He wore a stony86 look. His face, which had been fairly animated87, had lost almost all expression. The pupils of his eyes were narrowed to a pin’s point. Those eyes fixed themselves on the girl’s face as though they were gimlets, as though they meant to pierce right into her very soul. Alarm now took the place of beseeching88.
“Never mind,” she said—“never mind; it was just your wild little rebellious89 Sylvia. Don’t look at me like that. Don’t—don’t! Oh, I will bear it—I will bear it! Don’t look at me like that!” 162
“Go to your room,” was his answer, “at once. Go to your room.”
She was a spirited girl, but she crept out of the room as though some one had beaten her.
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