The Lady of the Forest Part 17

CHAPTER XVII.--LOOKING FOR THE TANKARD.

When Mrs. Lovel spoke to Phil with such pa.s.sion and bitterness, and when, abruptly leaving the tower bedroom and slamming the door violently after her, the little boy found himself alone, he was conscious of a curious half-stunned feeling. His mother had said that she scarcely loved him. All his small life he had done everything for his mother; he had subdued himself for her sake; he had crushed down his love and his hope and his longing just to help her. What did he care for wealth, or for a grand place, or for anything in all the wide world, in comparison with the sweetness of Rupert's smile, in comparison with the old happy days in Belmont and of the old life, when he might be a boy with aches and pains if he liked, when he need not pretend to be possessed of the robust health which he never felt, when he need carry no wearisome secrets about with him? His mother had said, "I scarcely love you, Phil," and she had gone away angry; she had gone away with defiance in her look and manner, and yet with despair in her heart. Phil had guessed that she was despairing, for he knew her well, and this knowledge soon made his brief anger take the form of pity.

"Poor mother! poor darling mother!" he murmured. "I did not know she would mind my taking out the old Belmont tankard. I am awfully sorry. I suppose it was quite careless of me. I did not know that mother cared for the tankard; but I suppose Gabrielle must have given it to her, and I suppose she must love Gabrielle a little. That is nice of her; that is very nice. I wish I could get the tankard back for her. I wonder where I did leave it. I do wish very much that I could find it again."

Phil now turned and walked to the window and looked out. It was a delicious spring day, and the soft air fanned his cheeks and brought some faint color to them.

"I know what I'll do," he said to himself. "I'll go once again into the forest--I'm not likely to get lost a second time--and I'll look for the tankard. Of course I may find it, and then mother will be happy again.

Oh, dear, to think Rupert is in England! How happy his letter would have made me but for mother, and--hullo! is that you, Kitty?"

"Yes; come down," called out Kitty from the lawn in front of the house.

"I've been watching you with Aunt Griselda's spy-gla.s.ses for the last couple of minutes, and you do look solemn."

"I'm coming," Phil called back.

He thrust his beloved letter into one of his pockets, and a moment later joined his two cousins on the lawn.

"You have been a time," said Kitty, "and we have got some wonderful and quite exciting news to tell you--haven't we, Rachel?"

"You find it exciting, Kitty," said Rachel in an almost nonchalant voice, "but I dare say Phil will agree with me that it's almost a bore."

"What is it?" said Phil.

"Oh, only this--the Marmadukes are coming to-morrow to stay for ten days."

"The Marmadukes! Who are they?" asked Phil.

"Oh, some children from London. They are our relations--at least, so Aunt Griselda says; and she thinks it will be nice for us to know them.

Anyhow, they're coming--two boys and two girls, and a father and a mother, and a lady's-maid, and a pug dog, and a parrot. Aunt Grizel is so angry about the pug and the parrot; she wanted to write and tell them all that they couldn't come, and then Aunt Katharine cried and there was a fuss. It seems they're more Aunt Katharine's friends than Aunt Grizel's. Anyhow, they're coming, and the pug and the parrot are to stay in Newbolt's room all the time; so don't you ask to see them, Phil, or you'll get into hot water. The best of it is that while they're here we are all to have holidays, and we can go a great deal into the forest and have picnics if the weather keeps fine. And in the evening Aunt Grizel says she will have the armory lighted, and we children may play there and have charades and tableaux and anything we fancy. Oh, I call it great, splendid fun!" said Kitty, ending with a caper.

Rachel's very dark eyes had brightened when Kitty spoke about the tableaux and the charades.

"It all depends on what kind of children the Marmadukes are," she said; and then she took Phil's hand and walked across the lawn with him.

She had a fellow-feeling for Phil just at present, for he and she shared a secret; and she noticed as he stood by Kitty's side that his laugh was a little forced and that there were very dark lines under his eyes.

"You're tired--aren't you, Phil?" she said.

"I?" asked the little boy, looking up with almost alarm in his face.

"Oh, please don't say that, Rachel."

"Why shouldn't I say it? Any one to look at you could see you are tired, and I'm sure I don't wonder, after being so ill last night. Go in and lie down if you like, Phil, and I'll pretend to Aunt Grizel that you are half a mile away in the forest climbing trees and doing all kinds of impossible things."

"I do want to go into the forest," said Phil, "but I won't go to-day, Rachel. You were very kind to me last night. I love you for being so kind."

"Oh, it wasn't exactly kindness," said Rachel. "I came to you because I was curious, you know."

"Yes; but you were kind, all the same. Do you think, Rachel, we shall often go into the forest and go a long, long way when the Marmadukes are here?"

"Yes, I suppose so. It depends upon the weather, of course, and what kind of children they are. They may be such puny little Londoners that they may not be able to walk a dozen steps. Why do you want to know, Phil? You look quite excited."

"We have a secret between us--haven't we, Rachel?"

It was Rachel's turn now to color and look eager.

"Yes," she said; "oh, yes."

"Some day," whispered Phil--"some day, when the Marmadukes are here, we might go near the lady's house--might we not?"

Rachel caught the boy's arm with a strong convulsive grasp.

"If we might!" she said. "If we only dared! And you and I, Phil, might steal away from the others, and go close to the lady's house, and watch until she came out. And we might see her--oh! we might see her, even if we did not dare to speak."

"I want to go," said Phil--"I want to go to that house again, although it is not because I want to see the lady. It is a secret; all my life is made up of secrets. But I will go if--if I have a chance. And if you see me stealing away by myself you will help me--won't you, Rachel?"

"Trust me," said Rachel, with enthusiasm. "Oh, what a dear boy you are, Phil! I can scarcely believe when I talk to you that you are only eight years old; you seem more like my own age. To be only eight is very young, you know."

"I have had a grave sort of life," said Phil, with a hastily suppressed sigh, "and I suppose having a great many secrets to keep does make a boy seem old."

CHAPTER XVIII.--THE MARMADUKES.

The Marmadukes were not at all a puny family; on the contrary, they were all rather above the ordinary size. Mr. Marmaduke was extremely broad and red and stout; Mrs. Marmaduke was an angular and bony-framed woman, with aquiline features and a figure which towered above all the other ladies present; the lady's-maid took after her mistress in stature and became Newbolt's detestation on the spot; the pug dog was so large that he could scarcely be considered thoroughbred; and the parrot was a full-grown bird and the shrillest of its species. The four young Marmadukes took after their parents and were extremely well developed.

The eldest girl was thirteen; her name was Clementina; she had a very fat face and a large appet.i.te. The boys, named d.i.c.k and Will, were st.u.r.dy specimens; and Abigail, or Abby, the youngest of the group, was considerably spoiled and put on many airs, which made her insufferable to Kitty and Phil.

The Marmadukes arrived in a body, and without any efforts on their own parts or the smallest desire that way on the part of the old ladies they took Avonsyde by storm. They seemed to fill the whole house and to pervade the grounds, and to make their presence felt wherever they turned. They entertained themselves and suggested what places they should go to see, and announced the hours at which they would like best to dine and what times they would wish the Avonsyde carriage to be in attendance. Miss Griselda was petrified at what she was pleased to term the manners of the great Babylon. Miss Katharine received several snubs at the style of friends she kept, and only the fact that they were distantly connected with the Lovels, and that their visit must terminate within ten days, prevented Miss Griselda from being positively rude to such unwelcome inmates.

"Phil," said Rachel on the second morning after the arrival of this obnoxious household, "if Clementina thinks she is going to get the upper hand of me any more she is finely mistaken. What do I care for her Kensington Gardens and that pony she rides in the Row! I don't suppose she knows how to ride--not really; for I asked her yesterday if she could ride barebacked, and she stared at me, and turned up her lip, and said in such a mincing voice, 'We don't do that kind of thing in London.'

Phil, I hate her; I really do! I don't know how I'm to endure her for the next week. She walks about with me and is so condescending to me; and I can't endure it--no, I can't! Oh, I wish I could do something to humble her!"

"Poor Rachel!" said Phil in his sweet, pitying voice, and a tender, beautiful light which is born of sympathy filled his eyes. "I know Clementina is not your sort, Rachel," he said, "and I only wish she would talk to me and leave you alone."

Rachel laughed and leaned her hand affectionately on Phil's shoulder.

"I don't wish that," she said. "I don't want to ease myself by adding to your burdens; you have quite enough with d.i.c.k and Will. You must hate them just as much as I hate Clementina."

"Oh, I don't hate them at all," said Phil. "They are not my sort; they are not the style of boys I like best, but I get on all right with them; and as to hating, I never hated any one in all my life."

"Well, I have," said Rachel. "And the one I hate most now in all the world is Clementina Marmaduke! Oh, here they are, all coming to meet us; and doesn't poor Kitty look bored to death?"

Phil glanced wistfully from one sister to another, and then he ran up to Clementina and began to chat to her in a very eager and animated voice.