Jan and Her Job Part 34
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Again Lady Pen looked hard at Miles. She was wondering whether Meg had ever given away the reason for that short hair of hers.
"Oh, I've met her just casually, you know, with Miss Ross. She strikes me as a ... rather unusual sort of girl."
"Ever mention me?"
"No, never that I can remember. I haven't seen much of her, you know."
"Well, my son, the less you see of her the better, for her, I should say. She's a clever, industrious, good little thing, but she's not in your row. After all, these workin' girls have their feelin's."
"I don't fancy Miss Morton is at all the susceptible idiot you appear to think her. It's other people's feelings I should be afraid of, not hers."
"Oh, I grant you she's attractive enough to some folks. Artists, for instance, rave over her. At least, Anthony Ross did. Queer chap, that; would never paint me. Now can you understand any man in his senses refusin' to paint me?"
"It seems odd, certainly."
"He painted her, for nothin' of course, over an' over again ... just because he liked doin' it. Odd chap he was, but very takin'. You couldn't dislike him, even when he refused to paint you. Awful sw.a.n.k though, wasn't it?"
"Were his pictures of Miss Morton--sold?"
"Some were, I believe; but Janet Ross has got a lot of 'em down at Wren's End. She always puts away most of her father's paintin's when she lets the house. But you take my advice, Miley, my son: you keep clear of that little girl."
This was on Thursday, and, of course, after two warnings in one afternoon, Miles went down to Amber Guiting on Sat.u.r.day night.
"Aunt Mary, it's such a lovely morning, should you mind very much if I go for a stroll in the woods--or slack about in the fresh air, instead of going to church?"
At the word "stroll" he had seen an interested expression lighten up Squire Walcote's face, and the last thing he wanted was his uncle's society for the whole morning.
"I don't feel up to much exercise," Miles went on, trying to look exhausted and failing egregiously. "I've had rather a hard week in town.
I'll give the vicar a turn in the evening, I will truly."
Lady Mary smiled indulgently on this large young man, who certainly looked far from delicate. But only a hard-hearted woman could have pointed this out at such a moment, and where her nephew was concerned Lady Mary's heart was all kindly affection. So she let him off church.
Miles carried out a pile of books to a seat in the garden and appeared to be settled down to a studious morning. He waved a languid hand to his aunt and uncle as they started for church, and the moment they were out of sight laid down his book and clasped his hands behind his head.
The vicar of Amber Guiting was a family man and merciful. The school children all creaked and pattered out of church after morning prayer, and any other small people in the congregation were encouraged to do likewise, the well-filled vicarage pew setting the example. Therefore, Miles reckoned, that even supposing Miss Morton took the little boy to church (he couldn't conceive of anyone having the temerity to escort little Fay thither), they would come out in about three-quarters of an hour after the bell stopped. But he had no intention of waiting for that. The moment the bell ceased he--unaccompanied by any of the dogs grouped about him at that moment--was going to investigate the Wren's End garden. He knew every corner of it, and he intended to unearth Meg and the children if they were to be found.
Besides, he ardently desired to see William.
William was a lawful pretext. No one could see anything odd in his calling at Wren's End to see William. It was a perfectly natural thing to do.
Confound Mrs. Trent.
Confound Pen, what did she want to interfere for?
Confound that bell. Would it never stop?
Yes it had. No it hadn't. Yes ... it had.
Give a few more minutes for laggards, and then----
Three melancholy and disappointed dogs were left in the Manor Garden, while Miles swung down the drive, past the church, and into the road that led to Wren's End.
What a morning it was!
The whole world seemed to have put on its Sunday frock. There had been rain in the night, and the air was full of the delicious fresh-washed smell of spring herbage. Wren's End seemed wonderfully quiet and deserted as Miles turned into the drive. As he neared the house he paused and listened, but there was no sound of high little voices anywhere.
Were they at church, then?
They couldn't be indoors on such a beautiful day.
Miles whistled softly, knowing that if William were anywhere within hearing, that would bring him at the double.
But no joyfully galumphing William appeared to welcome him.
He had no intention of ringing to inquire. No, he'd take a good look round first, before he went back to hang about outside the church.
It was pleasant in the Wren's End garden.
Presently he went down the broad central path of the walled garden, with borders of flowers and beds of vegetables. Half-way down, in the sunniest, warmest place, he came upon a hammock slung between an apple-tree not quite out and a pear-tree that was nearly over, and a voice from the hammock called sleepily: "Is that you, Earley? I wish you'd pick up my cigarette case for me; it's fallen into the lavender bush just below."
"Yes, Miss," a voice answered that was certainly not Earley's.
Meg leaned out of the hammock to look behind her.
"Hullo!" she said. "Why are you not in church? I can't get up because I'm a prisoner on _parole_. Short of a thunderstorm nothing is to move me from this hammock till Miss Ross comes back."
Miles stood in the pathway looking down at the m.u.f.fled figure in the hammock. There was little to be seen of Meg save her rumpled, hatless head. She was much too economical of her precious caps to waste one in a hammock. She had slept for nearly two hours, then Hannah roused her with a cup of soup. She was drowsy and warm and comfortable, and her usually pale cheeks were almost as pink as the apple-blossom buds above her head.
"Do you want to sleep? Or may I stop and talk to you a bit?" Miles asked, when he had found the somewhat battered cigarette case and restored it to her.
"As I'm very plainly off duty, I suppose you may stay and talk--if I fall asleep in the middle you must not be offended. You'll find plenty of chairs in the tool house."
When Miles returned Meg had lit her cigarette, and he begged a light from her.
What little hands she had! How fine-grained and delicate her skin!
Again he felt that queer lump in his throat at the absurd, sweet pathos of her.
He placed his chair where he had her full in view, not too near, yet comfortably so for conversation. Jan had swung the hammock very high, and Meg looked down at Miles over the edge.
"It is unusual," she said, "to find a competent nurse spending her morning in this fas.h.i.+on, but if you know Miss Ross at all, you will already have realised that under her placid exterior she has a will of iron."
"I shouldn't say _you_ were lacking in determination."
"Oh, I'm nothing to Jan. _She_ exerts physical force. Look at me perched up here! How can I get down without a bad fall, swathed like a mummy in wraps; while my employer does my work?"
"But you don't want to get down. You look awfully comfortable."
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