One Maid's Mischief Part 10

"And will all those running things bear grapes?" she asked, as, throwing back her head and displaying the soft contour of her beautifully moulded throat, she gazed up at the tendril-handed vines.

"Yes," he said, dreamily, "these are the young bunches with berries scarcely set. You see they grow too fast. I have to break off large pieces to keep them back, and tie them to those wires overhead."

"Oh, do show me, Mr Rosebury?" she cried, with childlike eagerness.

"Yes," he said, smiling; "but I must climb up there."

"What, on to that board?"

"Yes, and tie them with this strong foreign gra.s.s."

"Oh, how interesting! How beautiful!" she cried, her red lips parted, and showing the little regular white teeth within. "I never thought that grapes would grow like this. Please show me more."

He climbed and sprawled awkwardly on to the great plank that reached from tie to tie, seating himself astride with the consequence that his trousers were dragged half way up his long, thin legs, revealing his clumsily-made garden shoes. In his eagerness to show his visitor the growing of his vines he heeded it not; but after snapping off a luxuriant shoot, he was about to tie the residue to a stout wire, when a cry of fear from Helen arrested him.

"Oh, Mr Rosebury, pray, pray get down!" she cried. "It is not safe.

I'm sure you'll fall!"

"It is quite safe," he said, mildly; and he looked down with a bland smile at the anxious face below him.

"Oh, no," she cried; "it cannot be."

"I have tested it so many times," he said. "Pray do not be alarmed."

"But I am alarmed," she cried, looking up at him with an agitated air that made him hasten to descend, going through a series of evolutions that did not tend to set off his ungainly figure to advantage, and ended in landing him at her feet minus the bottom b.u.t.ton of his vest.

"Thank you," she cried. "I am afraid I am very timid, but I could not bear to see you there."

"Then I must leave my vines for the present," he said, smiling.

"Oh, if you please," she cried; and then, as they left the vinery, she relapsed into so staid and dignified a mood, that the Reverend Arthur felt troubled and as if he had been guilty of some grave want of courtesy to his sister's guest, a state of inquietude that was ended by the coming of Miss Rosebury and Grey.

VOLUME ONE, CHAPTER EIGHT.

HELEN'S DISCOVERY.

The nearness of the date for the long voyage to the East came like a surprise to the occupants of the Rectory and the Misses Twettenham's establishment. Dr Bolter had come down to stay at the Rectory for a few days, and somehow--no one could tell the manner of its happening-- the few days, with occasional lapses for business matters, had grown into a few weeks, and still there seemed no likelihood of his leaving.

What was more, no one seemed to wish him to leave. He and the Reverend Arthur went out on botanical rambles, and came back loaded with specimens about which they discoursed all the evenings, while Miss Rosebury sat and worked.

Upon sundry occasions the young ladies from Miss Twettenham's came over to spend the day, when Grey would be treated by Miss Rosebury with affectionate solicitude, and Helen with a grave courtesy that never seemed to alter unless for the parties concerned to grow more distant.

With the Reverend Arthur, though, it was different. Upon the days of these visits he was changed. His outward appearance was the same, but there was a rapt, dreaminess pervading his actions and speech, and for the greater portion of the time he would be silent.

Not that this was observed, for the doctor chatted and said enough for all--telling stories, relating the experiences of himself and the curate in the woods, while Helen sat back in her chair proud and listless, her eyes half closed, and a languid look of _hauteur_ in her handsome face.

When addressed she would rouse herself for the moment, but sank back into her proud listlessness directly, looking bored, and as if she tolerated, because she could not help it, the jokes and sallies of the doctor.

The incident of the tall, fair young man was dead and buried. Whatever encouraging looks he may have had before, however his young love may have begun to sprout, it had been cut off by the untimely frost of Helen Perowne's indifference; for no matter how often he might waylay the school during walks, he never now received a glance from the dark beauty's eyes.

The unfortunate youth, after these meetings, would console himself with the thought that he could place himself opposite in church, and there dart appeal into her eyes; but the very first Sunday he went it was to find that Helen had changed her seat, so that it was her back and not her face at which he gazed.

A half-crown bestowed upon the pew-opener--young men at such times are generous--remedied this difficulty, and in the afternoon he had secured a seat opposite to Helen once again; but the next Sunday she had again changed her place, and no matter how he tried, Helen always avoided his gaze.

A month killed the tender pa.s.sion, and the young gentleman disappeared from Mayleyfield for good--at least so it is to be hoped, for no ill was heard of the hapless youth, the first smitten down by Helen Perowne's dark eyes.

"And I am very glad we never see him now," said Helen one day when they were staying at the Rectory, and incidentally the troubles at Miss Twettenham's were named.

"So am I," said Grey, quietly. "It was such a pity that you should have noticed him at all."

"Nonsense! He was only a silly overgrown boy; but oh, Grey, child,"

cried Helen, in a burst of confidence, "isn't the Reverend Arthur delicious?"

"Delicious?" replied Grey, gazing at her wonderingly. "I don't understand you."

"Oh, nonsense! He is so droll-looking, so tall and thin, and so attentive. I declare I feel sometimes as if I could make everyone my slave."

"Oh! Helen, pray don't talk like that!" cried Grey, in alarm.

"Why not? Is a woman to be always wearing a pinafore and eating bread and b.u.t.ter? I'm not a child now. Look, there comes Dr Bolter along the lane. Stand back from the window, or he'll be blowing kisses at us, or some nonsense. I declare I hate that man!"

"I like Dr Bolter," said Grey, quietly.

"Yes, you like everyone who is weak and stupid. Dr Bolter always treats me as if I were a child. A silly, fat, dumpy little stupid; feeling my pulse and making me put out my tongue. He makes my fingers tingle to box his ears."

"I think Dr Bolter takes great interest in us," said Grey, slowly, and she stood gazing through the open window of their bedroom at the figure of the little doctor, as he came slowly down the lane, his eyes intent upon the weeds, and every now and then making a dart at some plant beneath the hedge, and evidently quite forgetful of his proximity to the Rectory gate.

"Interest, yes!" cried Helen, who, in the retirement of their bedroom threw off her languid ways, and seemed full of eagerness and animation.

"A nice prospect for us, cooped up on board s.h.i.+p with a man like that!

I declare I feel quite ashamed of him. I wonder what sort of people we shall have as cabin pa.s.sengers."

"They are sure to be nice," said Grey.

"There will be some officers," continued Helen; "and some of them are sure to be young. I've heard of girls going out to India being engaged to be married directly. I say, Miss Demure, what fun it would be if we were to be engaged directly."

Grey Stuart looked at her old schoolfellow, half wondering at her flippancy, half in pain, but Helen went on, as if getting rid of so much vitality before having to resume her stiff, distant ways.

"Did you notice how silly the Reverend Arthur was last night?"

"No," replied Grey. "I thought he was very kind."

"I thought he was going down upon his knees to kiss my feet!" cried Helen, with a mocking laugh; and her eyes sparkled and the colour came brightly in her cheeks. "Oh, Grey, you little fair, soft, weak kitten of a thing, why don't you wake up and try to show your power."

"Nelly, you surprise me!" cried Grey. "How can you talk so giddily, so foolishly about such things."

"Because I am no longer a child," cried the girl, proudly, and she drew herself up and walked backwards and forwards across the room. "Do you suppose I do not know how handsome I am, and how people admire me?

Well, I'm not going to be always kept down. Look at the long, weary years of misery we have had at that wretched school."