Part 9 (1/2)

The car drew up before a large and fas.h.i.+onable shop. Lady Helen and I entered. Lady Helen did all the talking, and many bales of wonderful goods, glistening and s.h.i.+ning in the beautiful sun, were brought forward for her inspection. Lady Helen chose afternoon dresses, morning dresses, evening dresses; she chose these things by the half-dozen. I tried to expostulate, and to say they would never be worn out; Lady Helen's remark was that they would scarcely drag me through the season. Then I pleaded father's poverty; I whispered to Lady Helen: ”Father cannot afford them.”

She looked at me out of her quizzical dark eyes and, laying her hand on my shoulder, said:

”You may be quite sure of one thing, little girl--that I won't allow your father to run into unnecessary expense.”

I began to be sick of dresses. I found myself treated as a little n.o.body, I was twisted right way front, and wrong way back. I was made to look over my right shoulder at my own reflection in a long mirror; I was desired to stoop and to stand upright; I was given a succession of mirrors to look through; I got deadly tired of my own face.

When the choosing of the dresses had come to an end there were stockings and shoes and boots to be purchased, and one or two very dainty little jackets, and then there was a wealth of lovely chinchilla fur, and a little toque to match, and afterwards hats--hats to match every costume; in addition to which there was a very big white hat with a huge ostrich plume, and a black hat with a plume nearly as big. Gloves were bestowed upon me by the dozen. I felt giddy, and could scarcely at last take the slightest interest in my own wardrobe. Suddenly Lady Helen looked at her watch, uttered an exclamation, and said:

”Oh, dear me! It is ten minutes past one! What am I to do? I must not fail your father at the Savoy. Do you think, child, if I put you into a hansom, you could drive to the house at Prince's Gate? I would give all directions to the driver.”

”I am sure I could,” I answered.

I was not at all afraid of London, knowing nothing of its dangers.

”Then that is much the best thing to do,” said Lady Helen. She turned to a man who was a sort of porter at the big shop, and gave him exact orders what he was to do and what he was to say. A hansom was called, the cabman was paid by Lady Helen herself, and at last I was off and alone.

I was glad of this. I had a great sense of relief when that patched-up, faded, and yet still beautiful face was no longer near me. When I reached the house at Prince's Gate I felt rested and refreshed. There was a servant in very smart livery standing in the hall, and of him I ventured to inquire if Lady Carrington were at home.

”Is your name, madam, Miss Heather Grayson?” inquired the man.

I replied at once in the affirmative.

”Then her ladys.h.i.+p is expecting you. I will take you to her.”

He moved across a wide and beautifully carpeted hall, knocked at a door at the further end, and, in answer to the words ”Come in,” flung the door open and announced ”Miss Grayson, your ladys.h.i.+p,” whereupon I found myself on the threshold of a wonderful and delightfully home-like room.

A lady, neither young nor old, had risen as the man appeared. She came eagerly forward--not at all with the eagerness of Lady Helen, but with the eagerness of one who gives a sincere welcome. Her large brown eyes seemed to express the very soul of benevolence.

”I am glad to see you, dear,” she said. ”How are you? Sit down on this sofa, won't you? You must rest for a minute or two and then I will take you upstairs myself, and you shall wash your hands and brush your hair before lunch. It is nice to see you again, little Heather. Do you know that all the long years you lived at High View I have been wanting, and wanting in vain, to make your acquaintance?”

”Oh, but what can you mean?” I asked, looking into that charming and beautiful face and wondering what the lady was thinking of. ”Would not Aunt Penelope let you? Surely you must have known that I should have been only too proud?”

”My dear, we won't discuss what your aunt wished to conceal from you.

Now that you have come to live with your father, and now that you are my near neighbour, I hope to see a great deal of you. Your aunt was doubtless right in keeping you a good deal to herself. You see, dear, it's like this. You have been brought up unspotted from the world.”

”I like the world,” I answered; ”I don't think it's a bad place. I am very much interested in London, and I am exceedingly glad to have met you again. Don't you remember, Lady Carrington, how tightly I held your hand on that dreadful day when I was first brought to Aunt Penelope?”

”I shall never forget the pressure of your little hand. But now I see you are quite ready to come upstairs. Come along, then--Sir John may be in at any moment, and he never likes to have his lunch kept waiting.”

Lady Carrington's beautiful bedroom was exactly over her sitting-room.

There I saw myself in a sort of glow of colour, all lovely and iridescent and charming. There was something remarkable about the room, for it had a strange gift of putting grace--yes, absolute grace--into your clothes. Even my shabby brown frock seemed to be illuminated, and as to my face, it glowed with faint colour, and my eyes became large and bright. I washed my hands and brushed back my soft, dark hair. Then I returned to the drawing-room with Lady Carrington.

CHAPTER VI

A tall man was standing on the hearthrug when I came in. There was a cheerful fire burning in the grate, and he was standing with his back to it, and apparently enjoying the pleasant glow which emanated from its bright depths. There was also a young man in the room who was nearly as tall as the elder gentleman. The younger man had very dark eyes and an olive complexion, straight, rather handsome features, and a strong chin and a good mouth.

”John,” said Lady Carrington, ”here is little Heather.”