Molly Bawn Part 34
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She is a decided addition to the household; they all find her so. Even Mr. Longshanks brightens up, and makes a solitary remark at dinner; but, as n.o.body catches it, he is hardly as unhappy as otherwise a.s.suredly he would have been.
After dinner she proves herself as agreeable in the drawing-room (during that wretched half-hour devoid of men) as she had been when surrounded by them, and chatters on to Marcia and Molly of all things possible and impossible.
Presently, however, the conversation drifting toward people of whose existence Molly has. .h.i.therto been unaware, she moves a little apart from the other two, and amuses herself by turning over a book of Byron's beauties; while wis.h.i.+ng heartily those stupid men would weary of their wine,--vain wis.h.!.+
By degrees the voices on the other sofa wax fainter and fainter, then rise with sudden boldness, as Marcia, secure in her French--says in that language, evidently in answer to some remark, "No; just conceive it,--she is totally uneducated, that is, in the accepted meaning of the word. The very morning after her arrival she confessed to me she knew nothing of French, nothing to signify of music, nothing, in fact, of anything."
"But her air, her whole bearing,--it is inconceivable," says Lady Stafford. "She must have had some education surely."
"She spoke of a National School! Consider the horror of it! I expect her brother must be a very low sort of person. If she can read and write it is as much as we need hope for. That is the worst of living in one of those petty villages, completely out of society."
"What a pity, with her charming face and figure!" says Lady Stafford, also (I regret to say) so far forgetting herself as to speak in the language she believes falsely to be unknown to Molly.
"Yes, she is rather pretty," admits Marcia, against her will; "but beauty when attached to ignorance is only a matter of regret, as it seems to me."
"True," says Lady Stafford, pityingly, letting her eyes fall on Molly.
The latter, whose own eyes have been fixed vacantly on some distant and invisible object outside in the dark garden, now rises, humming softly, and going toward the window presses her forehead against one of the cool panes. So stationed, she is out of sight and hearing.
The door opens, and the men come in by twos. Luttrell makes straight for Molly, and as an excuse for doing so says out loud:
"Miss Ma.s.sereene, will you sing us something?"
"I don't sing," returns Molly, in a distinct and audible tone,--audible enough to make Marcia raise her shoulders and cast an "I told you so"
glance at Cecil Stafford.
Luttrell, bewildered, gazes at Molly.
"But----" he commences, rashly.
"I tell you I don't sing," she says, again, in a lower, more imperative tone, although even now she repents her of the ill-humor that has balked her of a revenge so ready to her hand. To sing a French song, with her divine voice, before Marcia! A triumph indeed!
All night long the conversation between her cousin and Lady Stafford rankles in her mind. What a foolish freak it was her ever permitting Marcia to think of her as one altogether without education! Instinct might have told that her cousin would not scruple about applying such knowledge to her disadvantage. And yet why is Marcia her enemy? How has she ever injured her? With what purpose does she seek to make her visit unpleasant to her?
And to speak contemptuously of her to Lady Stafford, of all people, whom already she likes well enough to covet her regard in return,--it is too bad. Not for worlds would she have had her think so poorly of her.
At all events she will lose no time in explaining, on the morrow; and with this determination full upon her she retires to rest, with some small comfort at her heart.
CHAPTER XIII.
"Music hath charms."
"May I come in?" says Molly, next day, knocking softly at Lady Stafford's door.
"By all means," returns the plaintive voice from within; and Molly, opening the door, finds Cecil has risen, and is coming forward eagerly to meet her.
"I knew your voice," says the blonde, gayly. "Come in and sit down, do.
I am _ennuyee_ to the last degree, and will accept it as a positive charity if you will devote half an hour to my society."
"But you are sure I am not in the way?" asks Molly, hesitating; "you are not--busy?"
"Busy! Oh, what a stranger I am to you, my dear," exclaims Cecil, elevating her brows: "it is three long years since last I was busy. I am sure I wish I were: perhaps it might help me to get through the time. I have spent the last hour wondering what on earth brought me to this benighted spot, and I really don't know yet."
"Grandpapa's invitation, I suppose," says Molly, laughing.
"Well, yes, perhaps so; and something else,--something that I verily believe brings us all!--the fact that he has untold money, and can leave it where he pleases. There lies the secret of our yearly visitations. We outsiders don't of course hope to be the heir,--Philip is that, or Marcia, or perhaps both; but still there is a good deal of ready money going, and we all hope to be 'kindly remembered.' Each time we sacrifice ourselves by coming down here, we console ourselves by the reflection that it is at least another hundred tacked on to our legacy."
"What if you are disappointed?"
"I often think of that," says her ladys.h.i.+p, going off into a perfect peal of laughter. "Oh, the fun it would be! Think of our expressions. I a.s.sure you I spend whole hours picturing Maud Darley's face under the circ.u.mstances; you know she takes those long drives with him every day in the fond hope of cutting us all out and getting the lion's share."
"Poor woman! it is sad if she has all her trouble for nothing. I do not think I should like driving with grandpapa."
"I share your sentiments: neither should I. Still, there is a charm in money. Every night before going to bed I tot up on my fingers the amount of the bequest I feel I ought to receive. It has reached two thousand pounds by this. Next visit will commence a fresh thousand."
"You are sanguine," says Molly. "I wonder if I shall go on hoping like you, year after year."
"I request you will not even insinuate such a thing," cries Lady Stafford in pretended horror. "'Year after year!' Why, how long do you mean him to live? If he doesn't die soon, I shall certainly throw up my chance and cut his acquaintance." Then, with sudden self-reproach, "Poor old fellow," she says, "it is a shame to speak of him like this even in jest. He may live forever, as far as I am concerned. Now tell me something about yourself, and do take a more comfortable chair: you don't look half cozy."
"Don't make me too comfortable, or perhaps I shall bore you to death with the frequency of my visits. You will have me again to-morrow if you don't take care."
"Well, I hope so. Remember you have _carte blanche_ to come here whenever you choose. I was fast falling into the blues when I heard you knock, so you may fancy how welcome you were, almost as welcome as my cousin."
"Marcia?" asks Molly, feeling slightly disappointed at the "almost."
"Oh, dear, no,--not Marcia; she and I don't get on a bit too well together, and she was excessively disagreeable all this morning: she is her grandfather's own child. I am sure she need not visit Philip's defection on me; but she has a horrible temper, and that's the truth.
No, I meant Tedcastle; he is my cousin also. I do so like Tedcastle: don't you?"
"Very much indeed," coloring faintly. "But," hastily, "I have not yet told you what brought me here to-day."
"Do you mean to tell me you had an object in coming?" cries her ladys.h.i.+p, throwing up her little white jeweled hands in affected reproach. "That something keener than a desire for my society has brought you to my boudoir? You reduce me to despair! I did for one short quarter of an hour believe you 'loved me for myself alone.'"
"No," laughing, and blus.h.i.+ng, too, all through her pale clear skin, "I confess to the object. I--the fact is--I have felt a little deceitful ever since last night. Because--in spite of Marcia's superior information on the subject, I have had some slight education, and I _do_ know a little French!"
"Ah!" cries Lady Stafford, rising and blus.h.i.+ng herself, a vivid crimson: "you heard, you understood all. Well," with a sudden revival, and a happy remembrance of her own words, "I didn't say anything bad, did I?"
"No, no: I would not have come here if you had. You said all there was of the kindest. You were _so_ kind. I could not bear to deceive you or let you retain a false opinion of me. Marcia, indeed, outdid herself, though I am guiltless of offense toward her. She is evidently not aware of the fact that one part of my life was spent in London with my aunt, my father's sister, and that while with her I had the best masters to be found. I am sorry for Marcia, but I could not bring myself to speak just then."
Cecil burst into a merry, irresistible laugh.
"It is delicious!" cries she, wickedly. "A very comedy of errors. If we could but manage some effective way of showing Marcia her mistake. Can you," with sudden inspiration, "sing?"
"I can," says Molly, calmly.
"You can. That sounds promising. I wonder you don't say 'a little,' as all young ladies do, more especially when they sing a good deal more than any one wants them to! Come here, and let me see what you mean by that uncompromising 'can.'"
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