"The Firlawns, Mayleyfield, educational establishment for the daughters
of officers and gentlemen in the Indian civil service, conducted by the
Misses Twettenham," as it said in the old circulars, for none were ever
issued now. Thirty years of the care of young people, committed to
their charge by parents compelled to reside in the East, had placed the
Misses Twettenham beyond the need of circular or other advertising
advocate. For it was considered a stroke of good fortune by Indian and
other officials if vacancies could be found at the Firlawns for their
daughters; in fact the Misses Twettenham might have doubled their
numbers and their prices too, but they were content to keep on in their
old conservative way, enjoying the confidence of their patrons, and
really acting the parts of mothers to the young ladies committed to
their charge.
It was a difficult task as well as an onerous one, this care of girls
from the ages of ten or twelve up to even twenty and one-and-twenty,
especially when it is taken into consideration that, whatever the
emergency, the parents would be in India, China, or the Eastern
islands--one or two months' distance by letter, sometimes more.
It was not often that there were troubles, though, at the Firlawns, for
the Misses Twettenham's was a kindly as well as rigid rule. Sickness of
course there was from time to time. Sadder still, they had had deaths;
but there were times when some young lady of more than ordinary
volatility would try to assert herself and resent the bonds that the
elderly sisters insisted upon tying round her and keeping her back.
There were occasionally handsome curates at Mayleyfield. There was a
particularly good-looking young doctor's assistant once in the town; and
at times Squire Morden's soldier and sailor sons would return home for a
short stay, when a misguided pupil would form a most hopeless
attachment, and even go so far as to receive a smuggled note.
Woe be to her if she did! It was sure to be discovered; and if such a
course was persisted in the doom was certain. Transportation was the
sentence. Word was sent to mamma and papa in India, China, or wherever
they might be, and Miss Rebellious had to leave the school.
These were very, very rare cases, for there was scarcely a girl who did
not look upon the elderly sisters as their best of friends; but such
accidents had occurred, and there was trouble at the Firlawns now.
"Never," said Miss Twettenham to her sisters twain--"never, my dear
Julia--never, my dear Maria, in the whole course of my experience, have
I met with so determined, so obstinate a girl!"
"She is very beautiful," said Miss Julia.
"And it promises to be a fatal gift," said Miss Maria.
"Yes," said the eldest Miss Twettenham; "and if it were not for the
letter we have received saying that Dr Bolter was coming to fetch her
away, I should certainly have been compelled to insist upon her being
recalled."
"I don't think she means harm, dear Hannah," said Miss Maria.
"No young lady brought up here could mean harm, Maria," said Miss
Twettenham, severely; "but to witness in her such a terrible display
of--of--of--I really cannot find a word."
"Coquetry," suggested Miss Julia.
"Well, coquetry," said Miss Twettenham, taking the word unwillingly, as
if it were too bad to touch. "It is a terrible love of admiration!"
"What did she say, Hannah, when you spoke to her?"
"Laughed, my dear, in the most barefaced way, and said that it was all
nonsense."
"But that dreadful half-haughty, half-shy way in which she looked at
him!" said Miss Maria.
"And she almost smiled," said Miss Julia.
"Quite smiled!" said Miss Twettenham, severely. "I saw her smile at
him; and then, when he lifted his hat, she raised her eyes and stared at
him in a haughty, astonished way, as if she had never given him the
slightest encouragement."
"It is very shocking," murmured Miss Maria.
"But I think she blushed a little," remonstrated Miss Julia, as if to
try and find some slight extenuating circumstance for the benefit of the
most handsome pupil at the Firlawns.
"That I deny!" exclaimed Miss Twettenham. "It was only the reflection
from the lining of her sunshade! I repeat it, sisters; I am very--very
glad she is going away!"
"So am I," said Miss Julia; "and yet I am sorry, for she is a very
beautiful girl, and I am sure she is affectionate."
"What is beauty without ballast, my dear Julia? or affection that goes
floating about like a gossamer without a stay?" said Miss Twettenham
severely, and her sisters sighed.
"I consider it most reprehensible. And now I think we will have her
down."
The three grey, elderly ladies seated themselves in three stiff-backed,
uneasy chairs, wool-worked by former pupils; and as soon as they had
settled themselves in severe attitudes, Miss Twettenham gave a long
wool-worked bell-pull a decided tug.
The bell was answered by a quiet, elderly manservant in a neat livery.
"Send word to Fraulein Webling's room that we wish to see Miss Perowne
and Miss Stuart," said Miss Twettenham; and after sitting in frigid
silence for a few minutes, the two young ladies were ushered into the
presence of the principals.
There was a marked contrast between the girls, one being tall, with a
finely-shaped oval face, dark hair, and peculiarly lustrous eyes,
fringed by long black lashes; the other decidedly _petite_, with the
clear skin, blue-grey eyes, and fair hair suggestive of the North.
The dark girl was perfectly composed, and walked over the well-worn
carpet with an easy, graceful carriage, and a look of languid
indifference, far from being shared by her companion, whose cheeks were
flushed as she darted an uneasy look at the three sisters in turn.
The young ladies evidently expected to be asked to take chairs, but the
words were not forthcoming; and after advancing a few paces, they
stopped short in the midst of a chilling silence, the three sisters
sitting very upright with mittened hands crossed in a peculiar way about
the region of the waist of their old-fashioned dresses.
The dark girl, after a languid glance round, gave her shapely shoulders
a slight shrug before half closing her eyes, and gazing through the
tall, blank window at a scaly araucaria upon the lawn.
At last Miss Twettenham spoke:
"Miss Stuart," she began, in chilling tones and with great deliberation,
"speaking for myself and sisters, I must say that I sadly regret that we
are under the necessity of drawing you into the discussion that is about
to take place."
"But, at the same time, my dear," continued Miss Julia, in precisely the
same formal tone, "we wish to tell you that we exonerate you from all
blame in the matter."
"And," concluded Miss Maria, "we are glad to say that your conduct since
you have been under our care has been all that could be desired."
The fair girl made a half step forward, her eyes filling with tears, and
one hand was involuntarily raised, as if she would have liked to place
it in that of the last speaker; but the three sisters drew themselves up
a little more rigidly, and, as if in concert, drew in a long breath.
The dark girl smiled faintly and looked bored.
"It is an unpleasant thing for you to do, Miss Stuart, to have to bear
witness against your schoolfellow and companion," resumed Miss
Twettenham, her sisters tightening their lips as if to rigidly keep in
the indignation they felt, and to subdue their desire to interrupt their
elder, who, by right of seniority, was the principal spokeswoman upon
such occasions.
The dark girl raised her eyebrows slightly, and the corners of her
well-shaped mouth twitched, and were drawn down in a provokingly
attractive manner.
"Will you kindly inform me, Miss Twettenham," she said, in a low, sweet
voice, full of _hauteur_, "why I am to be subjected to this examination?
Of what am I accused?"
"Why, you know!" exclaimed Miss Maria, excitedly. "Of smiling at a man,
miss!" and she seemed to shudder with indignant protest.
"My dear Maria," exclaimed Miss Twettenham, severely, "you forget."
"I beg your pardon, my dear Hannah!" exclaimed the younger sister, and
she drew herself up and tightened her lips more and more.
"I had intended to have approached the subject with more de--I mean
caution," continued Miss Twettenham; "but since my sister has spoken out
so plainly, I will only say that your conduct yesterday, Miss Perowne,
places me under the necessity of confining your future walks to the
garden."
"My conduct?" said the girl, turning her dark eyes full upon the
speaker.
"Your conduct, Miss Helen Perowne," said the elder lady austerely. "It
has for months past been far from in accordance with that we expect from
the young ladies placed by their parents in our charge; but yesterday it
culminated in the smile and look of intelligence we saw pass between you
and that tall, fair gentleman who has of late haunted the outskirts of
this place. I think I have your approval in what I say?" she added,
turning to her sisters, who both bowed stiffly, and became more rigid
than before.
"Such conduct is worse than unbecoming. It is unladylike to a degree,
and what is more, displays so great a want of womanly dignity and
self-respect that I am reluctantly compelled to say that we feel our
endeavours to instil a right moral tone and thoroughly decorous idea of
a young lady's duties to have been thrown away."
There was a slight twitching of the corners of the mouth and an
involuntary shrugging of the shoulders here.
"You are aware, Miss Perowne, that your papa has requested us to resign
you to the care of his friend, Dr Bolter, and that in a short time you
will cease to be our pupil; but still, while you stay at the Firlawns,
we must exact a rigid obedience to our rules, and, as I have said, your
liberty must be sadly curtailed while you are in our charge."
"As you please," said the girl, indifferently.
"You do not deny your fault, then?"
"No," said the girl, without turning her eyes from the window.
"Who was this gentleman--I should say, who is this gentleman?"
"I really do not know," said the girl, turning from the window now with
a careless look in her eyes, as if of wonder that she should be asked
such a question.
"Have you had any epistolary communication?" said Miss Twettenham,
sternly.
"Not the slightest," said the girl, coldly; and then she added, after a
pause, "If I had I should not have told you!"
"Miss Perowne!" exclaimed the eldest Miss Twettenham, indignantly.
"Miss Twettenham," exclaimed the girl, drawing herself up, and with a
flash from her dark eyes full of defiance, "you forget that I am no
longer a child. It has suited my father's purpose to have me detained
here among school-children until he found a suitable escort for my
return to the East; but I am a woman. As to that absurd episode, it is
beneath my notice."
"Beneath your notice!" exclaimed Miss Twettenham, while her sisters
looked astounded.
The fair girl laid her hand upon her companion's arm, but Helen Perowne
snatched hers away.
"I say beneath my notice. A foolish young man thinks proper to stare at
me and raises his hat probably at the whole school."
"At you, Miss Helen Perowne--at you!" exclaimed Miss Twettenham.
"Possibly," said the girl, carelessly, as the flash died out of her
eyes, her lids drooped, and she let her gaze wander to the window.
"I can scarcely tell you how grieved--how hurt we feel," continued Miss
Twettenham, "to find that a young lady who has for so many years enjoyed
the--the care, the instruction, the direction of our establishment,
should have set so terrible an example to her fellow-pupils."
The girl shrugged her shoulders again slightly, and her face assumed a
more indifferent air.
"The time that you have to stay here, Miss Perowne, is very short,"
continued the speaker; "but while you do stay it will be under rigid
supervision. You may now retire to your room."
The girl turned away, and was walking straight out of the room, but
years of lessons in deportment asserted themselves, and from sheer habit
she turned by the door to make a stately courtesy, frowning and biting
her lip directly after as if from annoyance, and passing out with the
grace and proud carriage of an Eastern queen.
"Stop, Miss Stuart," said Miss Twettenham, as Helen Perowne's companion
was about to follow. "I wish to say a few words to you before you go--
not words of anger, my dear child, for the only pain we have suffered
through you is in hearing the news that you are so soon to go."
"Oh, Miss Twettenham," exclaimed the girl, hurrying to take the extended
hands of the schoolmistress, but to find herself pressed to the old
lady's heart, an embrace which she received in turn from Miss Julia and
Miss Maria.
"We have long felt that it must soon come, my dear," chirped Miss Maria.
"Yes, dear," said Miss Julia, in a prattling way. "You've done scolding
now, sister, have you not?"
"Yes," said Miss Twettenham; "but I wish to speak seriously for a minute
or two, and the present seems a favourable opportunity for Grey Stuart
to hear."
The younger sisters placed the fair young girl in a chair between them,
and each held a hand, while Miss Twettenham drew herself up stiffly,
hemmed twice, and began:
"My dear Miss Stuart--I--I--Oh, dear me! Oh, dear me!"
The poor old lady burst into a violent fit of sobbing as she rose from
her seat, for nature was stronger than the stiff varnish of art with
which she was encrusted; and holding her handkerchief to her eyes, she
crossed the little space between them, and sank down upon her knees
before Grey Stuart, passing her arms round her and drawing her to her
breast.
For a few minutes nothing was heard in the stiff old-fashioned
drawing-room but suppressed sobs, for the younger sisters wept in
concert, and the moist contagion extended to Grey Stuart, whose tears
fell fast.
There was no buckram stiffness in Miss Twettenham's words when she spoke
again, but a very tender, affectionate shake in her voice.
"It is very weak and foolish, my dear," she said, "but we were all very
much upset; for there is something so shocking in seeing one so young
and beautiful as Helen Perowne deliberately defy the best of advice, and
persist in going on in her own wilful way. We are schoolmistresses, my
dear Grey, and I know we are very formal and stiff; but though we have
never been married ladies to have little children of our own, I am sure
we have grown to love those placed in our care, so that often and often,
when some pupil has been taken away to go to those far-off burning
lands, it has been to us like losing a child."
"Yes--yes," sobbed the younger sisters in concert.
"And now, my dear Grey, I think I can speak a little more firmly. You
are a woman grown now, my dear, and I hope feel with us in our trouble."
"Indeed--indeed I do!" exclaimed Grey, eagerly.
"I know you do, my darling, so now listen. You know how sweet a jewel
is a woman's modesty, and how great a safeguard is her innocency? I
need say little to you of yourself, now that you are going far across
the sea; but we, my sisters and I, pray earnestly for your help in
trying to exercise some influence over Helen's future. You will be
together, and I know what your example will be; but still I shudder as I
think of what her future is to be, out there at some station where
ladies are so few that they all get married as soon as they go out."
This was rather an incongruous ending to Miss Twettenham's speech, but
the old lady's eyes bespoke her trouble, and she went on:
"It seems to me, my dear, that, with her love of admiration, she will be
like a firebrand in the camp, and I shudder when I think of what Mr
Perowne will say, when I'm sure, sisters, we have striven our very
best."
"Indeed, indeed we have."
"Then we can do no more," sighed Miss Twettenham, who now smiled in a
very pleasant, motherly way. "There, Grey, my dear, I am not going to
cross-examine you about this naughty child, and we will say no more now.
Some tender young plants grow as they are trained, and some persist in
growing wild. I tremble for our handsome pupil, and shall often wonder
in the future how she fares, but promise me that you will be to her the
best of friends."
"Indeed I will," said Grey earnestly.
"It will be a thankless office," said Miss Julia.
"And cause you many a heartache, Grey Stuart," said Miss Maria.
"Yes, but Grey Stuart will not pay heed to that when she knows it is her
duty," said Miss Twettenham, smiling. "Leave us now, my dear; we must
have a quiet talk about Helen, and our arrangements while she stays.
Good-bye, my child."
The _good-bye_ on the old lady's lips was a genuine God be with you, and
an affectionate kiss touched Grey Stuart's cheek, as she left the room,
fluttered and in trouble about her schoolfellow, as the prophetic words
of her teachers kept repeating themselves in her ears.