the next day was sunday, and susy, notwithstanding her strong inclinations, was forced to submit to sir john thornton's decree that she should not visit the towers that day. hester had sent a hurried note to molly apprizing her of susy's arrival, and begging of her, if she valued her peace of mind, not to come near the grange on this dreadful sunday.
it passed somehow. poor hester always, during the remainder of her life, looked back upon it as a day of hopeless worry and confusion of brain. everyone seemed to be playing the game of cross-purposes with everyone else. sir john kept on assuring himself that he was the happiest man in existence, while mrs. bernard temple and antonia evidently trod on his corns at each step he took. susy, in her moments of wakefulness, was sly and watchful. antonia was absolutely indifferent to everything but high art. mrs. bernard temple was busy as busy could be making hay while the sun shone. she guessed [pg 195]shrewdly—perhaps her experiences with the late mr. bernard temple helped her—that it was during the time of courtship when most of her wishes would be carried out. she insisted, therefore, on going carefully into the many alterations which she proposed to make in the grange, and sir john, notwithstanding his innate aversion to fuss of any kind, was forced to listen to her demands, and, as he was really attached to her, she soon got him to say yes to her different proposals.
nan and hester, annie and nora, kept as much together as possible. this was made easy for them by kind mrs. willis, who not only kept susy in considerable awe, but contrived to interest antonia by allowing her to talk art to her by the hour. antonia used a jargon which mrs. willis did not in the least understand, but even antonia was not proof against the gracious sympathy of this high-minded woman.
the girls had, therefore, plenty of time for self-pity. annie was the very soul of sympathy, and it was a comfort to poor nora and hester to pour out their sorrows in her affectionate ears. as for nan, she took refuge a good part of the time with mrs. martin, who shook her fists, when nan was not looking, at the backs of sir john and mrs. bernard temple as they walked down one of the lawns side by side.
"she's his match!" murmured the old woman. "she'll give it to him; now he'll know what a selfish wife means! he have 'ad his turn of the other kind, and now he'll know what the selfish sort is. serve him right, i say; serve him well right!"
at last the weary sunday came to an end and [pg 196]on monday, after breakfast, susy announced her intention of going over to the towers.
"i suppose i can have a carriage?" she said, turning to sir john, who paused in his exit from the dining-room to give her his polite attention.
"i suppose i can have a carriage?" she repeated.
annie interrupted—
"the towers is scarcely a mile away across the fields," she said.
"i don't think i can walk a mile," replied susy; "my muscles are awfully weak—i dare not strain them."
"you can have a carriage with pleasure," said sir john. "i will order one to be round at whatever hour you wish to name."
"at once, please," said susy; "there's a good deal to be done. i've to measure all the rooms for carpets and druggets."
"you surely won't cover the rooms with carpets?" exclaimed antonia. "i never heard of anything so philistine. oak parquetry, with rugs that slip about, is the only thing admissible. better bare boards than carpets—carpets are simply atrocious!"
when antonia began to speak, sir john was heard to slam the door behind him; he had had quite enough of this young lady.
an eager discussion followed his departure, and it was finally decided that susy, hester, and antonia, accompanied by annie forest, should drive over to the towers.
"my part in the expedition will be this," exclaimed annie, taking hester aside for a moment. "i'll collect every single lorrimer child i can lay hold of and carry them away to the most remote part of the [pg 197]grounds i can find, to be out of the reach of that detestable susy and the torture she means to inflict. i should recommend you, hester, to come with us."
"i'd like to very much," replied hester, with a faint smile; "but i think i must stay with mrs. lorrimer and molly. i don't know that i shall be the least comfort to them, but somehow i can't desert them."
a few moments later the little party drove off, and in the course of half-an-hour they arrived at the towers. there was a winding and rather steep beech avenue, leading up to the older part of the mansion. owing to the sad state of squire lorrimer's finances, this avenue was by no means in a state of complete repair. hester turned her fleet little ponies—for she was driving—into it. they were spirited, but always well-behaved; on this occasion, however, they started violently, for antonia was heard to utter a piercing shriek of rapture.
"oh, those briars," she exclaimed—"those heavenly, heavenly, artistic briars! stop the carriage, i beg of you, miss thornton! i must cut some without a moment's delay!"
"we can't stop on the side of a hill, antonia," said susy. "the ponies are fretting already, and nothing would induce them to stand still. you don't want us to be killed, i suppose, for the sake of an odious briar?"
the only answer antonia made was to press her bony right hand with unnecessary force on susy's right arm and vault from the carriage.
"go on," she said, waving her hand to hester; "i'll follow you presently. you don't suppose i'm going to lose a chance of this kind! i have brought [pg 198]my colour-box with me, and i mean to make a study of those briars before i go another step."
suiting her action to her words, antonia had already seated herself on a steep bank and was unfastening her portfolio.
"what a show she'll be when she does arrive," exclaimed susy. "she'll probably bring three or four enormous briars into the house with her; but we may be thankful to be rid of her for a little, for she is so painfully positive. i place the greatest faith, of course, in her opinions, for she really is a magnificently ugly artist, and ugly art is, of course, the only correct thing now; but i do think we might have the bedrooms comfortable, don't you, hester? with my tendency to forty winks at odd moments, i think it is scarcely safe to have every room covered with oak parquetry and rugs that slip about. the doctor says i am very deficient in muscle, and if i fell i might break a bone rather badly—don't you think so, hester?"
"yes, i do!" said hester. "i think you had better furnish the towers exactly as you please, and not take any opinions from antonia!"
they had reached the brow of the hill now, and hester was resting her ponies for a moment.
"how fiercely you speak," said susy in an aggrieved tone. "aren't you really interested in me and my future? coming to the towers is a very important step for me. i shall be the mistress, and in a position of great distinction. father says i must entertain, and i hate entertaining, for it rouses one up so dreadfully; but i do think that you, as an old schoolfellow, might take a little interest in me."
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"listen to me for a moment," said hester; "i want to say something."
"oh, how appallingly solemn you are! i wish i had a lollipop to stop your mouth with."
"you must listen," said hester in a firm voice; "i'm not joking. times come in all lives when one cannot joke. i did not love you as my schoolfellow, susy, and, frankly, i do not love you now; but, when you come to the towers, i'll do everything in my power to help you, not because i like to do this, but because it's right. i can help you in many ways, for you don't know anything of county society; and, coming after such an old and popular family as the lorrimers, people will be very apt to cut you if you are not careful. my father and i know everyone in the place, and we can get them to be kind to you if—if you deserve it; but that depends altogether on how you treat the lorrimers now."
"bravo," burst from annie, who was sitting in the back seat, but who overheard hester's words.
"don't interrupt me, annie, please," said hester.
"the lorrimers are my dearest friends," continued hester. "molly lorrimer, whom you have not yet seen, and annie, here, are the two greatest girl friends i have in the world. it is a great, great sorrow to the lorrimers to leave the home where they and their people have lived before them for hundreds of years, and until they leave the place you ought not to talk before them of the way you mean to furnish the towers when you are in possession. you ought to regard their feelings; and if you wish to please me, and if you wish me to help you by-and-by, you will. remember, you are not in possession yet. the towers is not your place yet."
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"well, i never!" exclaimed susy. "why, you've turned into an orator;" but hester's words had subdued her a good deal, for if she had one source of envy, it was the envy which parvenus like her give to the old county people, and if there was an ambition in her stagnant soul, it was to be considered a county person herself.
accordingly, when the party entered one of the drawing-rooms of the towers, and molly, looking pale and anxious, came forward, and mrs. lorrimer received susy with that gentle kindness which always characterised her, the young lady had not a word to say. she sank down on an ottoman in the centre of the room and gazed vacantly around her.
a whoop from boris was heard outside. annie rushed to the door to be greeted by him and the other children, and carried away in their midst.
mrs. lorrimer asked susy if she would like to see over the house.
"yes, please," replied susy; "i have brought the tapes and measures."
she stopped, for hester had given her a heavy frown.
"if its really inconvenient, i needn't do anything to-day," she said, sinking back into her seat.
mrs. lorrimer looked puzzled, and molly opened her brown eyes very wide.
just then there came an interruption, in the shape of two individuals who entered the drawing-room by separate doors. one of them was jane macalister, who carried a duster in her hand, and had a large smut on her forehead. the other was antonia, whose hat had fallen off, and who trailed two enormous briars behind her.
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the priestess of high art and the priestess of domestic economy, met almost in the centre of the room.
"good gracious me," exclaimed jane macalister, "who in the world are you, my dear, and what, in the name of all that's orderly, are you bringing those abominable briars into the house for?"
"abominable?" exclaimed antonia; "these briars abominable? oh, what crass ignorance one comes across in this benighted land. my name is antonia bernard temple, and i am an art student. i claim nothing higher. i shall be an art student as long as i breathe."
"and my name is jane macalister," replied poor jane, her whole face growing scarlet with vexation, "and i claim nothing higher than the love of order and decent neatness. give me those briars, child, and don't lumber the room with such messes."
before antonia could utter a word of remonstrance, jane had whipped her duster round the briars and had rushed out of the room with them.
for a moment antonia felt inclined to pursue her; but as she was preparing to move, her large gaze was attracted by a couple of huge chinese dragons which were reposing under one of the tables.
"oh, you loves! you darlings! you adorables!" she shrieked. "here, indeed, is a prize."
she made a rush to the objects of her worship, and kneeling down on the floor opposite to them, whipped out her sketching materials preparatory to work.
"tony, you must at least allow me to introduce you to mrs. lorrimer before you begin to sketch," said susy, who had perfectly recovered her own [pg 202]equanimity in the amusement which antonia's conduct afforded her.
"yes, yes, anything," muttered antonia "oh, these dragons are a prize; they are a prize. yes, susy, what is it you want?"
"get up," said susy, "and come and be introduced."
she pulled antonia by her sleeve, who rose in a sort of dream and approached mrs. lorrimer, looking like a person in a trance.
"this is my friend, antonia bernard temple," exclaimed susy, addressing mrs. lorrimer.
"i am glad to see you, my dear," said mrs. lorrimer in her sweet voice; "and i am pleased to find that you appreciate the old china."
"the dragons? superb; ruskinesque," exclaimed antonia. "you don't mind if i go back to them? i must seize the opportunity of transferring them to my note book. oh, what a heavenly room this is! old, disorderly, worn, dim with the hue of ages. an artist might grovel in this room—grovel with delight!"
"well, go back and grovel over the dragons," exclaimed susy, giving her friend a playful poke.
antonia hurried to obey. her work instantly absorbed her; she saw nothing else.
"isn't she killing?" exclaimed susy, addressing poor surprised mrs. lorrimer. "she's to be a sort of sister to hester in the future; she's to live at the grange. she's the daughter of sir john thornton's fiancée. don't you love the word fiancée? i do. did you know that at school we called hetty prunes and prism? fancy prunes and prism and the priestess together. its almost too killing."
[pg 203]mrs. lorrimer, gentle as she was, was also the soul of quiet dignity. she made no reply whatever to susy's outburst with regard to antonia, but gently led the conversation to matters of every-day interest.
"this is our largest drawing-room," she said, "but we have two others leading into it. the farthest drawing-room takes you into the dining-room, and that again into the library and morning-room. all our reception-rooms open one into the other. you will notice that they are built round the central hall, which is almost octagon in shape. i am sure you would like to see the house, and i do not at all object to showing it to you. ah! here comes jane macalister. i'm sure she will have great pleasure in taking you round. jane, dear, come here."
jane came up at once. she still wore her smut, but the duster was gone.
"jane, let me introduce you to miss drummond. her father is the new owner of the towers; miss drummond would like to see over the house, if it would not trouble you too much to show her round."
"trouble me," exclaimed jane; "that doesn't trouble me. come, child, this way. i'll go in front and you can follow. this is the smaller drawing-room. it was here that charles the second passed a night in the year of grace—"
"oh, for heaven's sake," exclaimed susy, stopping her ears, "don't go into dates; the whole thing is confusing enough without dates."
jane favoured her with a quick, contemptuous glance.
"i shan't dream of instructing you if you don't wish it, my dear," she said. "those who like ignorance, in ignorance they shall remain, as far as jane [pg 204]macalister is concerned. well, then, here's a room with three windows and four walls and a ceiling and a floor. the furniture won't belong to you, so you needn't look at it. now come on. this room we also use as a drawing-room, but you needn't unless you like."
"do stop, pray!" exclaimed susy. "i can't rush through the place like this. you are not a lorrimer, are you?"
"no, i'm a macalister, of the clan of——"
"oh, please, i don't want to hear about the clan. what i wanted to say was this, that i have got the tapes and measures in my pocket; hester tells me i mustn't use them on account of paining the lorrimers, but as you are not one, of course you won't mind. i see you have got carpets on all the floors."
"yes, why not? carpets are put on most floors—at least they used to be when i was young."
"but antonia says that we ought to have parquetry and slippery rugs."
"and do you mean to tell me," exclaimed jane, "that you are going to heed the words of that poor daft lassie? it's nothing to me what you do, of course, but that poor girl has not got her proper wits, and if i were you i would try to follow someone with a grain of sense."
susy laughed heartily.
"antonia is as right as anyone else," she said "only she has a passion for art."
"preserve me from such a craze," exclaimed jane. "how much longer are we to stand in the middle of this floor while we talk about tapes and measurements and that silly girl?"
"but may i measure?"
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"you may do anything you please, provided you don't injure the furniture."
"and it won't hurt your feelings?"
"no, you couldn't touch 'em. i'll sit here and wait till you have done."
jane flung herself on a hard chair as she spoke, and drawing a long stocking out of her pocket, began to knit furiously.
susy, who had about as much idea of measuring a room as she had of turning the heel of a stocking took her tapes out of her pocket and began an impossible task.
jane watched her in silence for a moment or two, but susy's futile attempts were too much for this deft, managing creature.
"why don't you foot it?" she exclaimed. "my word, i never saw such a way to set to work. here, you want the length of the room. i'll do it for you. take your pencil and paper and jot down what i say. you haven't got any? that's a nice way of doing business. well, then, i hope you have a good memory. i always measure a yard as i walk. now, then, you count. here i begin—one, two, three—are you counting?"
"no," said susy; "i'm greatly obliged, but you confuse me awfully. i won't do any more measuring to-day; i shouldn't sleep for a week if i had to keep all that in my head. some men must come down from liberty's or morris's. antonia prefers morris, she says he's the most chic."
"i don't know what you mean by chick," said jane macalister, "unless you allude in some mysterious way to the fowls; but i am glad you've got sense enough not to undertake what providence has given [pg 206]you no aptitude for. now, do you or do you not want to see the rest of the house? to a person like you, it's just like any other house, only nothing like so modern and nothing like so comfortable. there's a ghost in the tower——"
"a ghost," shrieked susy; "i tremble at ghosts, i'm in terror at them; i won't go near the tower."
"i don't want to drag you there against your will. it's my private opinion that the ghost is made up of rats, but be that as it may, there's an awful scrimmage in the old tower at night. now, then, will you see it, or will you not?"
"i think i won't," said susy. "the towers seems to be, from what you say, much like any other place. i hope my father has not been induced to pay too much for it."
"hoots! he has got a place that mere money couldn't purchase unless the lorrimers had come to grief. don't you talk of what you know nothing about, child. the towers is the towers, sacred with memory and beautiful——; do you know why the towers is beautiful, miss susy drummond?"
"no, i'm sure i don't," said susy, staring in astonishment at jane, who had stalked up to her now and was staring her full in the face.
"well, then, perhaps i'd better tell you, if it is for the last time. the towers is beautiful because for hundreds of years brave men have been born here and gentle noble women have lived here, and their influence has got somehow into the walls and into the furniture, and it pervades the rooms inside and out. it's bad to go against that kind of spirit and you and your father had better be careful when you come here, or you may rake up ghosts that you won't much care [pg 207]about. now, if you'll have the goodness to go back to the others—you'll find them in the front drawing room. i'll return to my duties, which at the present moment consist of shelling peas and chucking raspberries. that's your way, miss susan drummond, through that door, and if you're wise you'll remember my words."
