“Oh Jasper!” answered the girl—“oh, if only father could have some of that chicken! Do you know, I do not think he is at all well; he looked so cold and feeble last night. He really is starving himself—very much as I starved myself before you 214 came; but he is old and cannot bear it quite so well. What am I to do to keep him alive?”
Jasper looked full at Sylvia.
“Do!” she said. “How can a fool be cured of his folly5? That is the question I ask myself. If he denies himself the necessaries of life, how are you to give them to him?”
“Well,” said Sylvia, “I manage as best I can by hardly ever eating in his presence; he does not notice, particularly at breakfast. He enjoyed his egg and toast this morning, and really said nothing about my unwonted extravagance.”
“I have a plan in my head,” said Jasper, “which may or may not come to anything. You know those few miserable6 barn-door fowls7 which your father keeps just by the shrubbery in that old hen-house?”
“Yes,” replied Sylvia.
“Do they ever lay any eggs?”
“No.”
“I thought not. I wonder a prudent9, careful man like Mr. Leeson should keep them eating their heads off, so to speak.”
“Oh, they don’t eat much,” replied Sylvia. “I got them when father spoke10 so much about the wasted potato-skins. I bought them from a gipsy. I did not know they were so old.”
“We must get rid of those fowls,” said Jasper. “You must tell your father that it is a great waste of money to keep them; and, my dear, we will give him fowl8 to eat for his dinner as long as the old 215 fowls in the shrubbery last. There are ten of them. I shall sell them—very little indeed we shall get for them—and he will imagine he is eating them when he really is consuming a delicate little bird like the one you and I are going to enjoy for our dinner to-day.”
“What fun!” said Sylvia, the color coming into her cheeks and her eyes sparkling. “You do not think it is wrong to deceive him, do you?”
“Wrong! Bless you! no,” replied Jasper. “And now, my dear, what is the matter with you? You look——”
“How?” replied Sylvia.
“Just as if you were bursting to tell me something.”
“I am—I am,” answered Sylvia. “Oh Jasper, you must help me!”
“Of course I will, dear.”
“I have resolved to accept your most kind offer. I will pay you somehow, in some fashion, but if you could make just one of Evelyn’s frocks fit for me to wear!”
“Ah!” replied Jasper. “Now, I am as pleased about this as I could be about anything. We will have more than one, my pretty young miss. But what do you want it for?”
“I am going to do a great, big, dangerous thing,” replied Sylvia. “If father discovers, things will be very bad, I am sure; but perhaps he will not discover. Anyhow, I am not proof against temptation. I met Lady Frances Wynford.” 216
“And how does her ladyship look?” asked Jasper—“as proud as ever?”
“She was not proud to me, Jasper; she was quite nice. She asked me to take a drive with her.”
“You took a drive with her ladyship!”
“I did indeed; you must treat me with great respect after this.”
Jasper put her arms akimbo and burst into a loud laugh.
“I guess,” she said after a pause, “you looked just as fine and aristocratic as her ladyship’s own self.”
“I drove in a luxurious11 carriage, and had a lovely fur cloak wrapped round me,” replied the girl; “and Lady Frances was very, very kind, and she has asked me to spend Saturday at the Castle.”
“Saturday! Why, that is to-morrow.”
“Yes, I know it is.”
“You are going?”
“Yes, I am going.”
“You will see my little Eve to-morrow?”
“Yes, Jasper.”
Jasper’s black eyes grew suspiciously bright; she raised her hand to dash away something which seemed to dim them for a second, then she said in a brisk tone:
“We have our work cut out for us, for you shall not go shabby, my pretty, pretty maid. I will soon have the dinner in order, and——”
“But what have you got for father’s dinner?”
“A little soup. You can tell him that you boiled 217 his chop in it. It is really good, and I am putting in lots of pearl barley12 and rice and potatoes. He will be ever so pleased, for he will think it cost next to nothing; but there is a good piece of solid meat boiled down in that soup, nevertheless.”
“Oh, thank you, Jasper; you are a comfort to me.”
“Well,” replied Jasper, “I always like to do my best for those who are brave and young and put upon. You are a very silly girl in some ways, Miss Sylvia; but you have been good to me, and I mean to be good to you. Now then, dinner is well forward, and we will go and search out the dress.”
The rest of the day passed quickly, and with intense enjoyment13 as far as Sylvia was concerned. She had sufficiently14 good taste to choose the least remarkable15 of Evelyn’s many costumes. There was a rich dark-brown costume, trimmed with velvet16 of the same shade, which could be lengthened17 in the skirt and let out in the bodice, and which the young girl would look very nice in. A brown velvet hat accompanied the costume, with a little tuft of ostrich18 feathers placed on one side, and a pearl buckle19 to keep all in place. There were muffs and furs in quantities to choose from. Sylvia would for once in her life be richly appareled. Jasper exerted herself to the utmost, and the pretty dress was all in order by the time night came.
It was quite late evening when Sylvia sought the room where her father lived. A very plain but at 218 the same time nourishing supper had been provided for Mr. Leeson. Sylvia’s own supper she would take as usual with Jasper. Sylvia dashed into her father’s room, her eyes bright and her cheeks glowing. She was surprised and distressed20 to see the room empty. She wondered if her father had gone to his bedroom. Quickly she rushed up-stairs and knocked at the door; there was no response. She opened the door softly and went in. All was cold and icy desolation within the large, badly furnished room. Sylvia shivered slightly, and rushed down-stairs again. She peeped out of the window. The snow was falling heavily in great big flakes21.
“Oh, I hope it will not snow too much to-night!” thought the young girl. “But no matter; however deep it is, I shall find my way to Castle Wynford to-morrow.”
She wondered if her father would miss her, if he would grow restless and anxious; but nevertheless she was determined22 to enjoy her pleasure. Still, where was he now? She glanced at the fire in the big grate; she ventured to put on some more coals and to tidy up the hearth23; then she drew down the blinds of the windows, pulled her father’s armchair in front of the fire, sat down herself by the hearth, and waited. She waited for over half an hour. During that time the warmth of the fire made her drowsy24. She found herself nodding. Suddenly she sat up wide awake. A queer sense of uneasiness stole over her; she must go and seek her father. Where could he be? How she longed to call Jasper 219 to her aid! But that, she knew, would be impossible. She wrapped a threadbare cloak, which hung on a peg25 in the hall, round her shoulders, slipped her feet into goloshes, and set out into the wintry night. She had not gone a dozen yards before she saw the object of her search. Mr. Leeson was lying full length on the snow; he was not moving. Sylvia had a wild horror that he was dead; she bent26 over him.
“Father! father!” she cried.
There was no answer. She touched his face with her lips; it was icy cold. Oh, was he dead? Oh, terror! oh, horror! All her accustomed prudence27 flew to the winds. Get succor28 for him at once she must. She dashed into the kitchen. Jasper was standing by the fire.
“Come at once, Jasper!” she said. “Bring brandy, and come at once.”
“What has happened, my darling?”
“Come at once and you will see. Bring brandy—brandy.”
Jasper in an emergency was all that was admirable. She followed Sylvia out into the snow, and between them they dragged Mr. Leeson back to the house.
“Now, dear,” said Jasper, “I will give him the brandy, and I’ll stand behind him. When he comes to I will slip out of the room. Oh, the poor gentleman! He is as cold as ice. Hold that blanket and warm it, will you, Sylvia? We must put it round him. Oh, bless you, child! heap some coals on the 220 fire. What matter the expense? There! you cannot lift that great hod; I’ll do it.”
Jasper piled coals on the grate; the fire crackled and blazed merrily. Mr. Leeson lay like one dead.
“No, love, not a bit of it; but he slipped in the cold and the fall stunned30 him a bit, and the cold is so strong he could not come to himself again. He will soon be all right; we must get this brandy between his lips.”
That they managed to do, and a minute or two later the poor man opened his eyes. Just for a second it seemed to him that he saw a strange woman, stout31 and large and determined-looking, bending over him; but the next instant, his consciousness more wholly returning, he saw Sylvia. Sylvia’s little face, white with fear, her eyes, large with love and anxiety, were close to his. He smiled into the sweet little face, and holding out his thin hand, allowed her to clasp it. There was a rustle32 as though somebody was going away, and Sylvia and her father were alone. A moment later the young girl raised her eyes and saw Jasper in the background making mysterious signs to her. She got up. Jasper was holding a cup of very strong soup in her hand. Sylvia took it with thankfulness, and brought it to her father.
“Do you know,” she said, trying to speak as cheerfully as she could, “that you have behaved very badly? You went out into the snow when you should have been in your warm room, and you 221 fell down and you fainted or something. Anyhow, I found you in time; and now you are to drink this.”
“I won’t; hot water will do—not that expensive stuff,” said Mr. Leeson, true to the tragedy of his life even at this crucial moment.
“Drink this and nothing else,” said Sylvia, speaking as hardly and firmly as she dared.
Mr. Leeson was too weak to withstand her. She fed him by spoonfuls, and presently he was well enough to sit up again.
“Child, what a fire!” he said.
“Yes, father; and if it means our very last sixpence, or our very last penny even, it is going to be a big fire to-night: and you are going to be nursed and petted and comforted. Oh, father, father, you gave me such a fright!”
As Sylvia spoke her composure gave way; her tense feelings were relieved by a flood of tears. She pressed her face against her father’s hand and sobbed33 unrestrainedly.
“You do not mean to say you are really fond of me?” he said; and a queer moisture came into his own eyes. He said nothing more about the coals, and Sylvia insisted on his having more food, and, in short, having a really good time.
“Dare I leave him to-morrow?” she said to herself. “He may be very weak after this; and yet—and yet I cannot give up my great, great fun. My lovely dress, too, ready and all! Oh! I must go. I am sure he will be all right in the morning.” 222
Presently, much to Sylvia’s relief, Mr. Leeson suggested that he should sleep on the sofa, in the neighborhood of the big fire.
“For you have been so reckless, my dear little girl,” he said, “that really you have provided a fire to last for hours and hours. It would be a sad pity to waste it; I think, therefore, that I shall spend the night on this sofa, well wrapped up, enjoying the heat.”
“Nothing could be better, father,” said Sylvia, “except a big, very big, fire in your own room, and you in your own bed well warmed with hot bottles.”
“We should soon be in the workhouse,” was Mr. Leeson’s rejoinder. “No, no; I will enjoy the fire here now that you have been so extravagant34; and you had better go to bed if you have had your supper.”
Sylvia had had no supper, but Mr. Leeson was far too self-absorbed to notice that fact. Presently she left him, and he lay on the sofa, blinking into the fire, and occasionally half-dozing. After a time he dropped off to sleep, and the young girl, who stole in to look at him, went out with a satisfied expression on her face.
“He is quite well again,” she said to Jasper, “and he is sleeping sweetly.
“I don’t think I ought to leave him to-morrow.”
“But I shall be here. I will manage to let him 223 have his meals comfortable without his knowing it. Do you suppose I have not done more difficult things than that in my day? Now, my love, you go to bed and sleep sound, and I will have a plan all mature to give you your happy day with an undisturbed conscience in the morning.”
Sylvia was really very tired—dead tired. She went up-stairs, and as soon as she laid her head on her pillow was sound asleep.
Meanwhile Mr. Leeson slept on for two or three hours; it was past the middle of the night when he awoke. He woke wide awake, as elderly people will, and looked round him. The fire had burnt itself down to a great red mass; the room looked cheery and comfortable in the warm rays. Mr. Leeson stirred himself luxuriously36 and wrapped the blanket, which Jasper had brought from her own stores, tightly round his person. After a time, however, its very softness and fluffiness37 and warmth attracted his attention. He began to feel it between his fingers and thumb; then he roused himself, sat up, and looked at it. A suspicious look came into his eyes.
“What is the matter?” he said to himself. “Is Sylvia spending money that I know nothing about? Why, this is a new blanket! I have an inventory38 of every single thing that this house possesses. Surely new blankets are not included in that inventory! I can soon see.”
He rose, lit a pair of candles, went to a secretary which stood against the wall, opened it, and took out 224 a book marked “Exact Inventory of all the Furniture at The Priory.” He turned up the portion devoted39 to house linen40, and read the description of the different blankets which the meager establishment contained. There was certainly a lack of these valuable necessaries; the blankets at The Priory had seen much service, and were worn thin with use and washing. But this blanket was new—oh, delicious, of course—but what was the man worth who needed such luxuries! Mr. Leeson pushed it aside with a disturbed look on his face.
“Sylvia must be spending money,” he said to himself. “I have observed it of late. She looks better, and she decidedly gives me extravagant meals. The bread is not as stale as it might be, and there is too much meat used. This soup——”
He took up the empty cup from which he had drained the soup a few hours back, and looked at a drop or two which still remained at the bottom.
“Positively it jellies,” he said to himself—“jellies! Then, too, in my rambles41 round this evening I noticed that smoke again—that smoke coming from the kitchen. There is too much fuel used here, and these blankets are disgraceful, and the food is reckless—there is no other word for it.”
He sank back on his sofa and gazed at the fire.
“Ah!” he said as he looked full at the flames, “out you go presently; and for some time the warmth will remain in the room, and I shall not dream of lighting42 any other fire here until that warmth is gone. Sylvia takes after her mother. 225 There was never a better woman than my dear wife, but she was madly, disgracefully extravagant. What shall I do if this goes on?—and pretty girls like Sylvia are apt to be so thoughtless. I wish I could send her away for a bit; it will be quite terrible if she develops her mother’s tastes. I could not be cruel to my pretty little girl, but she certainly will be a fearful thorn in my side if she buys blankets of this sort, and feeds me with soup that jellies, forsooth! What am I to do? I have not saved quite so much as I ought during the last week. Ah! the house is silent as the grave. I shall just count out the money I have put into that last canvas bag.”
A stealthy, queer light came into Mr. Leeson’s eyes. He crossed the room on tiptoe and turned the key in the lock. As he did so he seemed to be assailed43 by a memory.
“Was I alone with Sylvia when I awoke out of unconsciousness,” he said to himself, “or was there some one else by? I cannot quite make out. Was it a dream that I saw an ugly, large woman bending over me? People do dream things of that sort when they sink from exhaustion44. I have read of it in stories of misers45. Misers! I am nothing of that kind; I am just a prudent man who will not spend too much—a prudent man who tries to save. It must have been a dream that a stranger was in the house; my little girl might take after her mother, but she is not so bad as that. Yes, I will take the opportunity; I will count what is in the canvas bag. I was too weak to-night to attempt the work of 226 burying my treasure, but to-morrow night I must be stronger. I believe I ate too much, and that is what ails46 me—in fact, I am certain of it. The cold took me and brought on an acute attack of indigestion, and I stumbled and fell. Poor dear little Sylvia! But I won’t leave her penniless; that is one comfort.”
Putting out one candle carefully, Mr. Leeson now laid the other on a table. He then went to his secretary and opened it. He pushed in his hand far, and brought out from its innermost depths a small bag made of rough canvas. The bag was tied with coarse string. He glanced round him, a strange expression on his face, and loosening the string of the bag, poured its contents upon the table. He poured them out slowly, and as he did so a look of distinct delight visited his face. There lay on the table in front of him a pile of money—gold, silver, copper47. He spent some time dividing the three species of coin into different heaps. The gold coins were put in piles one on top of the other at his right hand, the silver lying in still larger heaps in the middle; the coppers48, up to farthings, lay on his left hand. He bent his head and touched the gold with his lips.
“Beautiful! blessed! lovely!” he muttered. “I have saved all this out of the money which my dear wife would have spent on food and dress and luxuries. The solid, tangible49, precious thing is here, and there is more like it—much more like it—many bags larger than these, full, full to the brim, all 227 buried down deep in the fowl-house. No one would guess where I bank my spoils. They are as safe as can be. I dare not keep much treasure in the house, but no one will know where it really lies.”
He counted his gold carefully; he also counted his silver; finally he counted his copper. He wrote down the different sums on a piece of paper, which he slipped into the canvas bag; he put back the coins, tied the bag with the string, and returned it to its hiding-place.
“To-morrow night I must bury it,” he said to himself. “I had hoped that I would have saved a little more, but by dint50 of great additional economy I may succeed next month. Well, I must begin to be very careful, and I must speak plainly on the subject to Sylvia.”
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