when audrey re-entered evelyn’s pretty boudoir she found the two girls standing close together and talking earnestly. jasper also was joining in the conversation. audrey felt her heart sink.
“how can evelyn make free with jasper as she does? and why does sylvia talk to evelyn as though they were having secrets together? why, they only met to-day!” was the girl’s thought. her tone, therefore, was cold.
“i met father, and he says you may stay,” she remarked in a careless voice. “and now, as doubtless you will be quite happy, i will run away and leave you, for i have much to do.”
“no, no; not until i have thanked you and kissed you first,” said sylvia.
audrey did not wish sylvia to kiss her, but she could not make any open objection. she scarcely returned the girl’s warm embrace, and the next moment had left the room.
“is she not a horror?” said evelyn. “i began by liking her—i mean i rather liked her. she had a grand sort of manner, and her eyes are handsome, but i hate her now. she is not half, nor quarter, 79 as pretty as you are, sylvia. and, oh, sylvia, you will be my friend—my true, true friend—for i am so lonely now that mothery is dead!”
sylvia was standing by the fire. there was a bright color in both her cheeks, and her eyes shone vividly.
“my mother died too,” she said. “i was happy while she lived. yes, eve, i will be your friend if you like.”
“it will be all the better for you,” said evelyn, who could never long forget her own importance. “if i take to you there is no saying what may happen, for, whatever lies before me in the future, i am my uncle edward’s heiress; and audrey, for all her pride, is nobody.”
“audrey looks much more suitable,” said sylvia, and then she stopped, partly amused and partly frightened by the look in evelyn’s light-brown eyes.
“how dare you!” she cried. “how horrid—how horrid of you! after all, i do not know that i want to see too much of you. you had better be careful what sort of things you say to me. and first of all, if i am to see any more of you, you must tell me why audrey would make a better heiress than i shall.”
“oh, never mind,” said sylvia; but then she added: “why should i not tell you? she is tall and graceful and very, very lovely, and she has the manners of a grande dame although she is such a young girl. any one in all the world can see that audrey is to the manner born, whereas you——” 80
evelyn looked almost frightened while sylvia was talking.
“is that really so?” she answered. “i ought to be just mad with you, but i’m not. before the year is out no one will compare audrey and me. i shall be much, much the finest lady—much, much the grandest. i vow it; i declare it; i will do it; and you, sylvia, shall help me.”
“oh, i have no objection,” said sylvia. “i am very glad indeed that you will want my help, and i am sure you are heartily welcome.”
evelyn looked full up at sylvia. jasper had left the two girls together. the only light in the room now was the firelight, for the short winter day was drawing to an end.
“you, i suppose,” said evelyn, “are a lady although you do wear such a shabby dress and you suffer so terribly from hunger?”
“how do you know?” asked sylvia.
“first, because you are not afraid of anything; and second, because you are graceful and, although you are so very queer, your voice has a gentle sound. you are a lady by birth, are you not?”
“yes,” said sylvia simply. she neither added to the word not took from it. she became very silent and thoughtful.
“why do you live in such a funny way? why are you not educated like other girls? and why will you tell me nothing about your home?”
“i have nothing to tell. my father and i came to live at the priory three months ago. he does 81 not care for society, and he does not wish me to leave him.”
“and you are poor?”
“no,” said sylvia.
“not poor! and yet, why are you almost in rags? and you did eat up your lunch so greedily!”
“i will answer nothing more, evelyn. if you do not like me as i am, let me go now, and i will try to forget the beautiful, comfortable castle, and the lovely meals, and you and your queer maid jasper, and the beautiful girl audrey; for if you do not want me as i am, you can never get me any other way. i am a lady, and we are not poor. now are you satisfied?”
“i burn with curiosity,” said evelyn; “and if mothery were alive, would she not get it out of you! but if you wish it—and your eyes do look as if they were daggers—i will change the subject. what shall we do for the rest of the day? shall we go out and take a walk in the dark?”
“yes; that would be lovely,” cried sylvia.
evelyn shouted in an imperious way to jasper.
“bring my fur cloak,” she said, “and my goloshes. i won’t wear anything over my head. i am going out with miss sylvia leeson.”
jasper brought evelyn’s cloak, which was lined with the most lovely squirrel inside and covered with bright crimson outside, and put it over her shoulders. sylvia in her very shabby black cloth jacket, much too short in the waist and in the arms, 82 accompanied her. they ran down-stairs and went out into the grounds.
now, if there was one thing more than another which would hopelessly displease lady frances, it was the idea of any of her relations wandering about after dusk. but luckily for evelyn, and luckily also for poor sylvia, lady frances was some miles from wynford castle at that moment. the girls rushed about, and soon evelyn forgot all her restraints and shouted noisily. they played hide-and-seek amongst the trees in the plantation. sylvia echoed evelyn’s shouts; and the squire, who was returning to the house in time to meet his guests, paused and listened in much amazement to these unusual sounds of girlish laughter. there came a shrill shriek, and then the cry, “here i am—seek and find,” and then another ringing peal of girlish merriment.
“surely that cannot be audrey!” he said to himself. “what extraordinary noises!”
he went into the house. from his study window he saw the flash of a lantern, which lit up a red cloak, and for an instant he observed the very light hair and white face of his niece. but who was the girl with her—a tall, shabby-looking girl—about the height of his audrey, too? it could not be audrey! he sank down into a chair, and a look of perplexity crossed his face.
“what am i to do with that poor child?” he said to himself. “what extraordinary, unpardonable conduct! well, i will not tell lady frances. i determined that the child should have one day of 83 liberty, but i am glad i did not make it more than one.”
after evelyn and sylvia had quite exhausted themselves they returned to the house.
jasper was ready for them. she had laid out several dresses for evelyn to select from.
“i have just had a message from her ladyship,” she said when the girls came in with their cheeks glowing and eyes full of laughter. “all the young people are to dine with the family to-night. as a rule, when there is company the younger members of the house dine in the schoolroom, but to-night you are all to be together. i got the message from that stuck-up footman scott. i hate the fellow; he had the impudence to say that he did not think i was suited to my post.”
“he had better not say it again,” cried evelyn, “or he will catch it from me. i mean to have a talk with each of the servants in turn, and tell them quite openly that at any moment i may be mistress, and that they had better look sharp before they incur my displeasure.”
“but, eve, could you?” exclaimed sylvia. “why, that would mean——”
“uncle ned’s death. i know that,” said evelyn. “i love uncle ned. i shall be awfully sorry when he does die. but however sorry i am, he will die when his turn comes; and then i shall be mistress. i was frightfully sorry when mothery died; but however broken-hearted i was, she did die just the same. it is so with every one. it is the height of 84 folly to shirk subjects of that sort; one has to face them. i have no one now to take my part except dear old jasper, and so i shall have to take my own part, and the servants had better know.—you can tell them too, jasper; i give you leave.”
“not i!” said jasper. “i declare, miss evelyn, you are no end of a goose for all that you are the darling of my heart. but now, miss, what dress will you wear to-night? i should say the white satin embroidered with the seed pearls. it has a long train, and you will look like a bride in it, miss. it is cut low in the neck, and has those sleeves which open above the elbow, and a watteau back. it is a very elegant robe indeed; and i have a wreath of white stephanotis for your hair, miss. you will look regal in this dress, and like an heiress, i do assure you, miss eve.”
“it is perfectly exquisite!” said evelyn. “come, sylvia; come and look. oh, those dear little bunches of chiffon, and white stephanotis in the middle of each bunch! and, oh, the lace! it is real lace, is it not, jasper?”
“brussels lace, and of the best quality; not too much, and yet enough. it cost a small fortune.”
“oh, here are the dear little shoes to match, and this petticoat with heaps of lace and embroidery! well, when i wear this dress audrey will have to respect me.”
“that is why i bought it, miss. i thought you should have the best.” 85
“oh, you are a darling! what would not mothery say if she could look at me to-night!”
“well, miss evelyn, i hope i do my duty. but you and miss sylvia have been very late out, so you must hurry, miss, if i am to do you justice.”
“but, oh, i say!” cried evelyn, looking for the first time at her friend. “what is sylvia to wear?”
“i don’t know, miss. none of your dresses will fit her; she is so much taller.”
“i will not go down-stairs a fright,” said sylvia. “audrey asked me, and she must lend me something. please, jasper, do go to miss wynford’s room and ask her if she has a white dress she will lend me to wear to-night. even a washing muslin will do. anything that is long enough in the skirt and not too short in the waist. i will take it away and have it washed fresh for her. do, please, please, ask her, jasper!”
“i am very sorry, miss,” answered jasper. “i would do anything in reason to oblige, but to go to a young lady whom i don’t know and to make a request of that sort is more than i can do, miss. besides, she is occupied now. a whole lot of visitors have just arrived—fine young ladies and tall young gentlemen—and they are all chittering-chattering as though their lungs would burst. they are all in the hall, miss, chatting as hard as they can chat. no, i cannot ask her; i cannot really.”
“then i must stop up-stairs and lose all, all the fun,” said sylvia. 86
the gaiety left her face. she sat down on a chair.
“you will get me something to eat, at any rate, jasper?” she said.
“yes, of course, miss; you and i can have a cozy meal together.”
“no, thank you,” said sylvia proudly. “i don’t eat with servants.”
jasper’s face turned an ugly green color. she looked at evelyn, but evelyn only laughed.
“you want to be put in your place, jas,” was her remark. “you are a little uppish, you know. i am quite pleased with sylvia. i think she can teach me one or two things.”
“well,” exclaimed jasper, “if it is to be cruel and nasty to your own old jasper, i wish you joy of your future, miss evelyn; that i do.—and i am sure, miss,” she added, flashing angry eyes at the unconscious sylvia, “i do not want to eat with you—not one bit. i am sure your dress ain’t fit for any lady to wear.”
sylvia got up slowly.
“i am going to look for audrey,” she said; and before evelyn could prevent her, she left the room.
“ain’t she a spiteful, nasty thing!” said the maid the moment sylvia’s back was turned. “ain’t she just the very sort that your mother would be mad at your knowing! and i willing to be kind to her and all, and to have a dull evening for her sake, and she ups and cries, ‘i don’t eat with servants.’ forsooth! i like her ways! i hope, miss 87 evelyn, you won’t have nothing more to do with her.”
“oh dear!” said evelyn, lying back in her chair and going off into one peal of laughter after another. “you really kill me, jas, with your silly ways. it was fun to see sylvia when she spoke like that. and didn’t she take a rise out of you! and was not your pecker up! oh, it was killing—killing!”
“i am surprised to hear you talk, miss evelyn, as you do. you have already forgotten your poor mother and what she said i was to be to you.”
“i have not forgotten her, jas; but i mean to have great fun with sylvia, and whether you like it or not you will have to lump it. oh, i say, she has come back!—well, sylvia? why, you have got a lovely dress hanging over your arm!”
“it is the best i could get,” said sylvia. “i went to audrey’s wardrobe and took it out. i did not ask her leave; she was not in the room. there were numbers of dresses, all hanging on pegs, and i took this one. see, it is only india muslin, and it can be washed and done up beautifully. i am determined to have my one happy evening without being docked of any of it, and i could not come down in my own frock. see, evelyn; do you think it will do?”
“it looks rather raggy,” said evelyn, gazing at the white india muslin, with its lovely lace and chiffon and numerous little tucks, with small favor; “but i suppose it is better than nothing.”
“i borrowed this white sash too,” said sylvia, “and those shoes and stockings. i am certain to be 88 found out. i am certain never to be allowed to come to the castle again; but i mean to have one really great evening of grand fun.”
“and i won’t help you to dress,” said jasper.
“but you will, jasper, because i order it,” cried the imperious little evelyn. “only,” she added, “you must dress me first; and then, while you are helping sylvia to look as smart as she can in that old rag, i will strut up and down before the glass and try to imagine myself a bride and the owner of wynford castle.”
jasper was, after all, too much afraid of evelyn not to yield to her will, and the dressing of the extraordinary girl began. she was very particular about the arranging of her hair, and insisted on having a dash of powder on her face; finally, she found herself in the satin robe with its magnificent adornings. her hair was once again piled on the top of her head, a wreath of stephanotis surrounding it, and she stood in silent ecstasy gazing at her image in the glass.
it was now sylvia’s turn to be appareled for the festive occasion, and jasper at first felt cross and discontented as she took down the girl’s masses of raven-black hair and began to brush them out; but soon the magnificence of the locks, which were tawny in places, and brightened here and there with threads of almost gold, interested her so completely that she could not rest until she had made what she called the best of sylvia’s head.
with all her faults, jasper could on occasions have 89 taste enough, and she soon made sylvia look as she had seldom looked before. her thick hair was piled high on her small and classical head; the white muslin dress fitted close to her slim young figure; and when she stood close to evelyn, and they prepared to go down-stairs together, sylvia, even in her borrowed plumes, even in the dress which was practically a stolen dress, looked fifty times more the heiress than the overdressed and awkward little real heiress.
when the girls reached the large central hall they both stopped. audrey was standing near the log fire, and a group of bright and beautifully dressed children clustered round her. two of the girls wore muslin frocks; their hair, bright in color and very thick in quantity, hung down below their waists. there were a couple of boys in the proverbial eton jackets; and another pair of girls of ordinary appearance, but with intelligent faces and graceful figures. audrey gave a perceptible start when she saw her cousin and sylvia coming to meet her. just for an instant sylvia looked awkward. audrey’s eyes slightly dilated; then she came slowly forward.
“evelyn,” she said, “may i introduce my special friends? this is henrietta jervice, and this is juliet; and here is arthur, and here robert. can you remember so many names all at once? oh, here are mary clavering and sophie.—now, my dears,” she added, turning and laughing back at the group, “you have all heard of evelyn, have you not? this young lady is miss sylvia——” 90
“sylvia leeson,” said sylvia. a vivid color came into her cheeks; she drew herself up tall and erect; her black eyes flashed an angry fire.
audrey looked at her with a slow and puzzled expression. she certainly was very handsome; but where had she got that dress? sylvia seemed to read the thoughts in audrey’s heart. she bent towards her.
“i will send it back next week. you were not in your room. it was time to dress for dinner. i ran in and took it. if you cannot forgive me i will make an excuse to go up-stairs, and i will take it off and put it back again in your wardrobe, and i will slip home and no one will be the wiser. i know you meant to lend me a dress, for i could not come down in my old rags; but if i have offended you past forgiveness i will go quietly away and no one will miss me.”
“stay,” said audrey coldly. she turned round and began to talk to henrietta jervice.
henrietta laughed and chatted incessantly. she was a merry girl, and very good-looking; she was tall for her age, which was between sixteen and seventeen. both she and her sister were quite schoolgirls, however, and had frank, fresh manners, which made sylvia’s heart go out to them.
“how nice people in my own class of life really are!” she thought. “how dreadful—oh, how dreadful it is to have to live as i do! and i see by audrey’s face that she thinks that i have not the slightest idea how a lady ought to act. oh, it is 91 terrible! but there, i will enjoy myself for the nonce; i will—i vow it. poor little evelyn, however gauche she is, and however ridiculous, has small chance against audrey. even if she is fifty times the heiress, audrey has the manners of one born to rule. oh, how i could love her! how happy she could make me!”
“do you skate?” suddenly asked arthur jervice.
“yes,” replied sylvia bluntly. she turned and looked at him. he looked back at her, and his eyes laughed.
“i wonder what you are thinking about?” he said. “you look as if——”
“as if what?” said sylvia. she drew back a little, and arthur did the same.
“as if you meant to run swords into us all. but, all the same, i like your look. are you staying here?”
“no,” said sylvia. “i live not far away. i have come here just for the day.”
“well, we shall see you to-morrow, of course. mr. wynford says we can skate on the pond to-morrow, for the ice will be quite certain to bear. i hope you will come. i love good skating.”
“and so do i,” said sylvia.
“then will you come?”
“probably not.”
arthur was silent for a moment. he was a tall boy for his age, and was a good half-head above sylvia, tall as she also was. 92
“may i ask you about things?” he said. “who is that very, very funny little girl?”
“do you mean eve wynford?”
“perhaps that is her name. i mean the girl in white satin—the girl who wears a grown-up dress.”
“she is audrey wynford’s cousin.”
“what! the tasmanian? the one who is to——”
“yes. hush! she will hear us,” said sylvia.
the rustle of silk was heard on the stairs. sylvia turned her head, and instinctively hid just behind arthur; and lady frances, accompanied by several other ladies, all looking very stately and beautiful, joined the group of young people. a great deal of chattering and laughter followed. evelyn was in her element. she was not a scrap shy, and going up to her aunt, said in a confident way:
“i hope you like this dress, aunt frances. jasper chose it for me in paris. it is quite parisian, is it not? don’t you think it stylish?”
“hush, evelyn!” said lady frances in a peremptory whisper. “we do not talk of dress except in our rooms.”
evelyn pouted and bit her lip. then she saw sylvia, whose eyes were watching lady frances. lady frances also looked up and saw the tall and beautiful girl at the same moment.
“who is that girl?” she said, turning to evelyn. “i don’t know her face.”
“her name is sylvia leeson.” 93
“sylvia leeson! still i don’t understand. who is she?”
“a friend of mine,” said evelyn.
“my dear, how can you possibly have any friends in this place?”
“she is my friend, aunt frances. i found her wandering about out of doors, and i brought her in; and audrey asked her to stay for the rest of the day, and she is happy. she is very nice, aunt frances,” said evelyn, looking up full in her aunt’s face.
“that will do, dear.”
lady frances went up to her daughter.
“audrey,” she said, “introduce me to miss leeson.”
the introduction was made. lady frances held out her hand.
“i am glad to see you, miss leeson,” she said.
a few minutes later the whole party found themselves clustered round the dinner-table. the children, by special request, sat all together. they chattered and laughed heartily, and seemed to have a world of things to say each to the other. audrey, surrounded by her own special friends, looked her very best; she had a great deal of tact, and had long ago been trained in the observances of society. she managed now, helped by a warning glance from her mother, to divide sylvia and evelyn. she put sylvia next to arthur, who continued to chat to her, and to try to draw information from her. evelyn sat between robert and sophie clavering. 94 sophie was downright and blunt, and she made evelyn laugh many times. sylvia, too, was now quite at her ease. she contrived to fascinate arthur, who thought her quite the most lovely girl he had ever met.
“i wish you would come and skate to-morrow,” he said, as the dinner was coming to an end and the signal for the ladies to withdraw might be expected at any moment. “i wish you would, sylvia. i cannot see why you should refuse. one has so little chance of skating in england that no one ought to be off the ice who knows how to skate when the weather is suitable. cannot you come? shall i ask lady frances if you may?”
“no, thank you,” said sylvia; then she added: “i long to skate just as much as you do, and i probably shall skate, although not on your pond; but there is a long reach of water just where the pond narrows and beyond where the stream rushes away towards the river. i may skate there. the water is nearly a mile in extent.”
“then i will meet you,” said arthur. “i will get robert and hennie to come with me; juliet will never stir from audrey’s side when she comes to castle wynford; but i’ll make up a party and we can meet at the narrow stretch. what do you call it?”
“the yellow danger,” said sylvia promptly.
“what a curious name! what does it mean?”
“i don’t know; i have not been long enough in this neighborhood. oh, there is lady frances rising 95 from the table; i must go. if you do happen to come to the yellow danger to-morrow i shall probably be there.”
she nodded to him, and followed the rest of the ladies and the girls to one of the drawing-rooms.
soon afterwards games of all sorts were started, and the children, and their elders as well, had a right merry time. there was no one smarter at guessing conundrums and proposing vigorous games of chance than sylvia. the party was sufficiently large to divide itself into two groups, and “clumps,” amongst other games, was played with much laughter and vigor. finally, the whole party wandered into the hall, where an impromptu dance was struck up, and in this also sylvia managed to excel herself.
“who is that remarkably graceful and handsome girl?” said mrs. jervice to lady frances.
“my dear agnes,” was the answer, “i have not the slightest idea. she is a girl from the neighborhood; that terrible aborigine evelyn picked her up. she certainly is handsome, and clever too; and she is well dressed. that dress she has on reminds me of one which i bought for audrey in paris last year. i suppose the girl’s people are very well off, for that special kind of muslin, with its quantities of real lace, would not be in the possession of a poor girl. on the whole, i like the girl, but the way in which evelyn has brought her into the house is beyond enduring.”
“my arthur has quite lost his heart to her,” said mrs. jervice, with a laugh. “he said something to 96 me about asking her to join our skating party to-morrow.”
“well, dear, i will make inquiries, and if she belongs to any nice people i will call on her mother if she happens to have one; but i make it a rule to be very particular what girls audrey becomes acquainted with.”
“and you are quite right,” said mrs. jervice. “any one can see how very carefully your audrey has been brought up.”
“she is a sweet girl,” said the mother, “and repays me for all the trouble i have taken with her; but what i shall do with evelyn is a problem, for her uncle has put down his foot and declares that go to school she shall not.”
the ladies moved away, chatting as they did so. the music kept up its merry sounds; the young feet tripped happily over the polished floor; all went on gaily, and sylvia felt herself in paradise. warmed and fed, petted and surrounded by luxury, she looked a totally different creature from the wild, defiant girl who had pushed past audrey in order to have a hearty meal on new year’s day.
but by and by the happy evening came to an end, and sylvia ran up to evelyn.
“it is time for me to go,” she said. “i must say good night to lady frances; and then will you take me to your room just to change my dress, evelyn?”
“oh, what a nuisance you are!” said evelyn. “i am not thinking of going to bed yet.” 97
“yes; but you are at home, remember. i have to go to my home.”
“well, i do not see why i should go to bed an hour before i wish to. do go if you wish, sylvia; i will see you another time. you will find jasper up-stairs, and she will do anything for you you want.”
sylvia said nothing more. she stood silent for a minute; then noticing lady frances in the distance, she ran up to her.
“good night, lady frances,” she said; “and thank you very much.”
“i am glad you have enjoyed yourself, miss leeson,” said the lady. she looked full into the sparkling eyes, and suddenly felt a curious drawing towards the girl. “tell me where you live,” she said, “and who your mother is; i should like to have the pleasure of calling on her.”
sylvia’s face suddenly became white. her eyes took on a wild and startled glance.
“i have no mother,” she said slowly; “and please do not call, lady frances—please don’t.”
“as you please, of course,” said lady frances in a very stiff tone. “i only thought——”
“i cannot explain. i cannot help what you think of me. i know i shall not see you, perhaps, ever again—i mean, ever again like this,” said sylvia; “but thank you all the same.”
she made a low courtesy, but did not even see the hand which lady frances was prepared to hold out. the next instant she was skimming lightly up-stairs. 98
“audrey,” said lady frances, turning to her daughter, “who is that girl?”
“i cannot tell you, mother. her name is sylvia leeson. she lives somewhere near, i suppose.”
“she is fairly well-bred, and undoubtedly handsome,” said lady frances. “i was attracted by her appearance, but when i asked her if i might call on her mother she seemed distressed. she said her mother was dead, and that i was not to call.”
“poor girl!” said audrey. “you upset her by talking about her mother, perhaps.”
“i do not think that was it. do you know anything at all about her, audrey?”
“nothing at all, mother, except that i suppose she lives in the neighborhood, and i am sure she is desperately poor.”
“poor, with that dress!” said lady frances. “my dear, you talk rubbish.”
audrey opened her lips as if to speak; then she shut them again.
“i think she is poor notwithstanding the dress,” she said in a low voice. “but where is she? has she gone?”
“she bade me good-night a minute ago and ran up-stairs.”
“but evelyn has not gone up-stairs. has she let her go alone?”
“just what i should expect of your cousin,” said lady frances.
audrey crossed the hall and went up to evelyn’s side. 99
“do you notice that sylvia has gone up-stairs?” she said. “have you let her go alone?”
“yes. don’t bother,” said evelyn.—“what are you saying, bob?—that you can cut the figure eight in——”
audrey turned away with an expression of disgust. a moment later she said something to her friend juliet and ran up-stairs herself.
“what are we to do with evelyn?” was her thought.
the same thought was passing through the minds of almost all the matrons present; but evelyn herself imagined that she was most fascinating.
audrey went to evelyn’s bedroom. there she saw sylvia already arrayed in her ugly, tattered, and untidy dress. she looked like a different girl. she was pinning her battered sailor-hat on her head; the color had left her cheeks, and her eyes were no longer bright. when she saw audrey she pointed to the muslin dress, which was lying neatly folded on a chair.
“i am going to take it home; it shall be washed, and you shall have it back again.”
“never mind about that,” answered audrey; “i would rather you did not trouble.”
“very well—as you like; and thank you, miss wynford, a hundred times. i have had a heavenly evening—something to live for. i shall live on the thoughts of it for many and many a day. good night, miss wynford.” 100
“but stay!” cried audrey—“stay! it is nearly midnight. how are you going to get home?”
“i shall get home all right,” said sylvia.
“you cannot go alone.”
“nonsense! don’t keep me, please.”
before audrey had time to say a word sylvia had rushed down-stairs. a side-door was open, she ran out into the night. audrey stood still for a moment; then she saw jasper, who had come silently into the room.
“follow that young lady immediately,” she said. “or, stay! send one of the servants. the servant must find her and go home with her. i do not know where she lives, but she cannot be allowed to go out by herself at this hour of night.”
jasper ran down-stairs, and audrey waited in evelyn’s pretty bedroom. already there were symptoms all over the room of its new owner’s presence; a marked disarrangement of the furniture had already taken place. the room, from being the very soul of order, seemed now to represent the very spirit of unrest. jasper came back, panting slightly.
“i sent a man after the young lady, miss, but she is nowhere to be seen. i suppose she knows how to find her way home.”
audrey was silent for a minute or two; then taking up the dress which sylvia had worn, she hung it over her arm.
“shall i take that back to your room, miss?”
“no, thank you; i will take it myself,” replied the girl. 101
she walked slowly down the passage, descended some steps, and entered her own pretty room in a distant wing. she opened her wardrobe and hung up the dress.
“i do hope one thing,” thought audrey. “yes, i earnestly hope that mother will never, never discover that poor sylvia wore my dress. poor sylvia! who is she? where does she live? what is she?”
meanwhile sylvia leeson was walking fast through the dark and silent night. she was not at all afraid; nor did she choose the frequented paths. on the contrary, after plunging through the shrubbery, she mounted a stile, got into a field, crossed it, squeezed through a hedge at the farther end, and so, by devious paths and many unexpected windings, found herself at the entrance of a curious, old-fashioned house. the house was surrounded by thick yew-trees, which grew up almost to the windows. there was a wall round it, and the enclosed space within was evidently very confined. in the gleam of light which came now and then through wintry, driving clouds, a stray flower-bed or a thick holly-bush was visible, but the entire aspect of the place was gloomy, neglected, and disagreeable in the extreme. sylvia pushed a certain spring in the gate; it immediately opened, and she let herself in. she closed the gate softly and silently behind her, and then, looking eagerly around, began to approach the house. the house stood not thirty yards from the gate. sylvia now for the first time showed symptoms of fear. suddenly a big dog in a kennel near uttered a bay. she called his name. 102
“pilot, it is i,” she said.
the dog ambled towards her; she put her hand on his neck, bent down, and kissed him on the forehead. he wagged his tail, and thrust his cold nose into her hand. she then stood in a listening attitude, her head thrown back; presently, still holding the dog by the collar, she went softly—very softly—round the house. she came to a low window, which was protected by some iron bars.
“good night, pilot,” she said then. “good night, darling; go back and guard the house.”
the dog trotted swiftly and silently away. when he was quite out of sight sylvia put up her hand and removed one bar from the six which stood in front of the window. a moment later the window had been opened and the girl had crept within. when inside she pushed the bar which had been previously loosened back into its place, shut the window softly, and crossing the room into which she had entered, stole up-stairs, trembling as she did so. suddenly a door from above was opened, a light streamed across the passage, and a man’s voice said:
“who goes there?”
there was an instant’s silence on the part of sylvia. the voice repeated the question in a louder key.
“it is i, father,” she answered. “i am going to bed. it is all right.”
“you impertinent girl!” said the man. “where have you been all this time? i missed you at dinner; i missed you at supper. where have you been?” 103
“doing no harm, father. it is all right; it is really. good night, father.”
the light, however, did not recede from the passage. a man stood in the entrance to a room. sylvia had to pass this man to get to her own bedroom. she was thoroughly frightened now. she was shaking all over. as she approached, the man took up the candle he held and let its light fall full on her face.
“where have you been?” he said roughly.
“out, father—out; doing no harm.”
“what, my daughter—at this time of night! you know i cannot afford a servant; you know all about me, and yet you desert me for hours and hours. aren’t you ashamed of yourself? you have been out of doors all this long time and supper ready for you on the table! oatmeal and skimmed milk—an excellent meal; a princess could not desire better. i am keeping it for your breakfast. you shall have no supper now; you deserve to go to bed supper-less, and you shall. what a disgraceful mess your dress is in!”
“there has been snow, and it is wintry and cold outside,” replied sylvia; “and i am not hungry. good night, father.”
“you think to get over me like that! you have no pity for me; you are a most heartless girl. you shall not stir from here until you tell me where you have been.”
“then i will tell you, father. i know you’ll be angry, but i cannot help it. there is such a thing 104 as dying for want of—oh, not for want of food, and not for want of clothes—for want of pleasure, fun, life, the joy of being alive. i did go, and i am not ashamed.”
“where?” asked the man.
“i went to wynford castle. i have spent the evening there. now, you may be as angry as you please, but you shall not scold me; no, not a word until the morning.”
with a sudden movement the girl flitted past the angry man. the next instant she had reached her room. she opened the door, shut it behind her, and locked herself in. when she was quite alone she pulled off her hat, and got with frantic speed out of her wet jacket; then she clasped her hands high above her head.
“how am i to bear it! what have i done that i should be so miserable?” she thought.
she flung herself across the bare, uninviting bed, and lay there for some time sobbing heavily. all the joy and animation had left her young frame; all the gaiety had departed from her. but presently her passionate sobs came to an end; she undressed and got into bed.
she was bitterly—most bitterly—cold, and it was a long time before the meager clothes which covered her brought any degree of warmth to her frame. but by-and-by she did doze off into a troubled slumber. in her sleep she dreamt of her mother—her mother who was dead.
she awoke presently, and opening her eyes in the 105 midst of the darkness, the thought of her dream came back to her. she remembered a certain night in her life when she had been awakened suddenly to say good-by to her mother. the mother had asked the father to leave the child alone with her.
“you will be always good to him, sylvia?” she said then. “you will humor him and be patient. i hand my work on to you. it was too much for me, and god is taking me away, but i pass it on to you. if you promise to take the burden and carry it, and not to fail, i shall die happy. will you, sylvia—will you?”
“what am i to do, mother?” asked the child. she was a girl of fourteen then.
“this,” said the mother: “do not leave him whatever happens.”
“do you mean it, mother? he may go away from here; he may go into the country; he may—do anything. he may become worse—not better. am i never to be educated? am i never to be happy? do you mean it?”
the dying woman looked solemnly at the eager child.
“i mean it,” she said; “and you must promise me that you will not leave him whatever happens.”
“then i promise you, mother,” sylvia had said.
