Part 11 (2/2)
It was now Sylvia's turn to be appareled for the festive occasion, and Jasper at first felt cross and discontented as she took down the girl's ma.s.ses of raven-black hair and began to brush them out; but soon the magnificence of the locks, which were tawny in places, and brightened here and there with threads of almost gold, interested her so completely that she could not rest until she had made what she called the best of Sylvia's head.
With all her faults, Jasper could on occasions have taste enough, and she soon made Sylvia look as she had seldom looked before. Her thick hair was piled high on her small and cla.s.sical head; the white muslin dress fitted close to her slim young figure; and when she stood close to Evelyn, and they prepared to go down-stairs together, Sylvia, even in her borrowed plumes, even in the dress which was practically a stolen dress, looked fifty times more the heiress than the overdressed and awkward little real heiress.
When the girls reached the large central hall they both stopped. Audrey was standing near the log fire, and a group of bright and beautifully dressed children cl.u.s.tered round her. Two of the girls wore muslin frocks; their hair, bright in color and very thick in quant.i.ty, hung down below their waists. There were a couple of boys in the proverbial Eton jackets; and another pair of girls of ordinary appearance, but with intelligent faces and graceful figures. Audrey gave a perceptible start when she saw her cousin and Sylvia coming to meet her. Just for an instant Sylvia looked awkward. Audrey's eyes slightly dilated; then she came slowly forward.
”Evelyn,” she said, ”may I introduce my special friends? This is Henrietta Jervice, and this is Juliet; and here is Arthur, and here Robert. Can you remember so many names all at once? Oh, here are Mary Clavering and Sophie.-Now, my dears,” she added, turning and laughing back at the group, ”you have all heard of Evelyn, have you not? This young lady is Miss Sylvia--”
”Sylvia Leeson,” said Sylvia. A vivid color came into her cheeks; she drew herself up tall and erect; her black eyes flashed an angry fire.
Audrey looked at her with a slow and puzzled expression. She certainly was very handsome; but where had she got that dress? Sylvia seemed to read the thoughts in Audrey's heart. She bent towards her.
”I will send it back next week. You were not in your room. It was time to dress for dinner. I ran in and took it. If you cannot forgive me I will make an excuse to go up-stairs, and I will take it off and put it back again in your wardrobe, and I will slip home and no one will be the wiser. I know you meant to lend me a dress, for I could not come down in my old rags; but if I have offended you past forgiveness I will go quietly away and no one will miss me.”
”Stay,” said Audrey coldly. She turned round and began to talk to Henrietta Jervice.
Henrietta laughed and chatted incessantly. She was a merry girl, and very good-looking; she was tall for her age, which was between sixteen and seventeen. Both she and her sister were quite schoolgirls, however, and had frank, fresh manners, which made Sylvia's heart go out to them.
”How nice people in my own cla.s.s of life really are!” she thought. ”How dreadful-oh, how dreadful it is to have to live as I do! And I see by Audrey's face that she thinks that I have not the slightest idea how a lady ought to act. Oh, it is terrible! But there, I will enjoy myself for the nonce; I will-I vow it. Poor little Evelyn, however _gauche_ she is, and however ridiculous, has small chance against Audrey. Even if she is fifty times the heiress, Audrey has the manners of one born to rule.
Oh, how I could love her! How happy she could make me!”
”Do you skate?” suddenly asked Arthur Jervice.
”Yes,” replied Sylvia bluntly. She turned and looked at him. He looked back at her, and his eyes laughed.
”I wonder what you are thinking about?” he said. ”You look as if--”
”As if what?” said Sylvia. She drew back a little, and Arthur did the same.
”As if you meant to run swords into us all. But, all the same, I like your look. Are you staying here?”
”No,” said Sylvia. ”I live not far away. I have come here just for the day.”
”Well, we shall see you to-morrow, of course. Mr. Wynford says we can skate on the pond to-morrow, for the ice will be quite certain to bear.
I hope you will come. I love good skating.”
”And so do I,” said Sylvia.
”Then will you come?”
”Probably not.”
Arthur was silent for a moment. He was a tall boy for his age, and was a good half-head above Sylvia, tall as she also was.
”May I ask you about things?” he said. ”Who is that very, very funny little girl?”
”Do you mean Eve Wynford?”
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