the hand of ethelberta-第52章
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were brisker that day than they had been at any time since the
Julians first made preparations for departure from town; for a
letter had come to her from Faith; telling of their arrival at the
old cathedral city; which was found to suit their inclinations and
habits infinitely better than London; and that she would like
Picotee to visit them there some day。 Picotee felt; and so probably
felt the writer of the letter; that such a visit would not be very
practicable just now; but it was a pleasant idea; and for fastening
dreams upon was better than nothing。
Such musings were encouraged also by Ethelberta's remarks as the
dressing went on。
'We will have a change soon;' she said; 'we will go out of town for
a few days。 It will do good in many ways。 I am getting so alarmed
about the health of the children; their faces are becoming so white
and thin and pinched that an old acquaintance would hardly know
them; and they were so plump when they came。 You are looking as
pale as a ghost; and I daresay I am too。 A week or two at Knollsea
will see us right。'
'O; how charming!' said Picotee gladly。
Knollsea was a village on the coast; not very far from Melchester;
the new home of Christopher; not very far; that is to say; in the
eye of a sweetheart; but seeing that there was; as the crow flies; a
stretch of thirty…five miles between the two places; and that more
than one…third the distance was without a railway; an elderly
gentleman might have considered their situations somewhat remote
from each other。
'Why have you chosen Knollsea?' inquired Picotee。
'Because of aunt's letter from Rouenhave you seen it?'
'I did not read it through。'
'She wants us to get a copy of the register of her baptism; and she
is not absolutely certain which of the parishes in and about
Knollsea they were living in when she was born。 Mother; being a
year younger; cannot tell of course。 First I thought of writing to
the clergyman of each parish; but that would be troublesome; and
might reveal the secret of my birth; but if we go down there for a
few days; and take some lodgings; we shall be able to find out all
about it at leisure。 Gwendoline and Joey can attend to mother and
the people downstairs; especially as father will look in every
evening until he goes out of town; to see if they are getting on
properly。 It will be such a weight off my soul to slip away from
acquaintances here。'
'Will it?'
'Yes。 At the same time I ought not to speak so; for they have been
very kind。 I wish we could go to Rouen afterwards; aunt repeats her
invitation as usual。 However; there is time enough to think of
that。'
Ethelberta was dressed at last; and; beholding the lonely look of
poor Picotee when about to leave the room; she could not help having
a sympathetic feeling that it was rather hard for her sister to be
denied so small an enjoyment as a menial peep at a feast when she
herself was to sit down to it as guest。
'If you still want to go and see the procession downstairs you may
do so;' she said reluctantly; 'provided that you take care of your
tongue when you come in contact with Menlove; and adhere to father's
instructions as to how long you may stay。 It may be in the highest
degree unwise; but never mind; go。'
Then Ethelberta departed for the scene of action; just at the hour
of the sun's lowest decline; when it was fading away; yellow and
mild as candle…light; and when upper windows facing north…west
reflected to persons in the street dissolving views of tawny cloud
with brazen edges; the original picture of the same being hidden
from sight by soiled walls and slaty slopes。
Before entering the presence of host and hostess; Ethelberta
contrived to exchange a few words with her father。
'In excellent time;' he whispered; full of paternal pride at the
superb audacity of her situation here in relation to his。 'About
half of them are come。'
'Mr。 Neigh?'
'Not yet; he's coming。'
'Lord Mountclere?'
'Yes。 He came absurdly early; ten minutes before anybody else; so
that Mrs。 D。 could hardly get on her bracelets and things soon
enough to scramble downstairs and receive him; and he's as nervous
as a boy。 Keep up your spirits; dear; and don't mind me。'
'I will; father。 And let Picotee see me at dinner if you can。 She
is very anxious to look at me。 She will be here directly。'
And Ethelberta; having been announced; joined the chamberful of
assembled guests; among whom for the present we lose sight of her。
Meanwhile the evening outside the house was deepening in tone; and
the lamps began to blink up。 Her sister having departed; Picotee
hastily arrayed herself in a little black jacket and chip hat; and
tripped across the park to the same point。 Chickerel had directed a
maid…servant known as Jane to receive his humbler daughter and make
her comfortable; and that friendly person; who spoke as if she had
known Picotee five…and…twenty years; took her to the housekeeper's
room; where the visitor deposited her jacket and hat; and rested
awhile。
A quick…eyed; light…haired; slight…built woman came in when Jane had
gone。 'Are you Miss Chickerel?' she said to Picotee。
'Yes;' said Picotee; guessing that this was Menlove; and fearing her
a little。
'Jane tells me that you have come to visit your father; and would
like to look at the company going to dinner。 Well; they are not
much to see; you know; but such as they are you are welcome to the
sight of。 Come along with me。'
'I think I would rather wait for father; if you will excuse me;
please。'
'Your father is busy now; it is no use for you to think of saying
anything to him。'
Picotee followed her guide up a back staircase to the height of
several flights; and then; crossing a landing; they descended to the
upper part of the front stairs。
'Now look over the balustrade; and you will see them all in a
minute;' said Mrs。 Menlove。 'O; you need not be timid; you can look
out as far as you like。 We are all independent here; no slavery for
us: it is not as it is in the country; where servants are
considered to be of different blood and bone from their employers;
and to have no eyes for anything but their work。 Here they are
coming。'
Picotee then had the pleasure of looking down upon a series of human
crownssome black; some white; some strangely built upon; some
smooth and shiningdescending the staircase in disordered column
and great discomfort; their owners trying to talk; but breaking off
in the midst of syllables to look to their footing。 The young
girl's eyes had not drooped over the handrail more than a few
moments when she softly exclaimed; 'There she is; there she is! How
lovely she looks; does she not?'
'Who?' said Mrs。 Menlove。
Picotee recollected herself; and hastily drew in her impulses。 'My
dear mistress;' she said blandly。 'That is she on Mr。 Doncastle's
arm。 And look; who is that funny old man the elderly lady is
helping downstairs?'
'He is our honoured guest; Lord Mountclere。 Mrs。 Doncastle will
have him all through the dinner; and after that he will devote
himself to Mrs。 Petherwin; your 〃dear mistress。〃 He keeps looking
towards her now; and no doubt thinks it a nuisance that she is not
with him。 Well; it is useless to stay here。 Come a little further…
…we'll follow them。' Menlove began to lead the way downstairs; but
Picotee held back。
'Won't they see us?' she said。
'No。 And if they do; it doesn't matter。 Mrs。 Doncastle would not
object in the least to the daughter of her respected head man being
accidentally seen in the hall。'
They descended to the bottom and stood in the hall。 'O; there's
father!' whispered Picotee; with childlike gladness; as Chickerel
became visible to her by the door。 The butler nodded to his
daughter; and became again engrossed in his duties。
'I wish I could see hermy mistressagain;' said Picotee。
'You seem mightily concerned about your mistress;' said Menlove。
'Do you want to see if you have dressed her properly?'
'Yes; partly; and I like her; too。 She is very kind to me。'
'You will have a chance of seeing her soon。 When the door is nicely
open you can look in for a m