A NEW HOME.

Poor Ella! in her happy innocence she did not know that she was as

surely leaving a trail by which she could be tracked, as did the child

in the story, who sprinkled a few ashes behind her from time to time as

she went through the wood. Poor girl! she did not even notice the

railway company's official, book in hand, taking the number of each cab,

and asking the drivers where they were to set down.

No, she was free this time; but she said those words with a strange

feeling of sadness as she leaned back. But the next minute she summoned

resolution to her aid, and sat gazing from the window at the hurry and

bustle around.

Crescent Villas, Regents-park, the residence of Mrs Saint Clair Marter,

was Ella's destination. By rights it was Mr Saint Clair Marter's

house, but his lady always spoke of it as her place; and as he dared not

contradict her, so the matter rested.

Ella entered a pleasantly-furnished hall neatly floorclothed, and with

groups of flowers and statuary, all in excellent taste. There was an

air of luxury and refinement in the place, which was, however, totally

spoiled by the tawdry livery of the footman, who muttered and grumbled a

good deal about having to lift in the boxes, to the great amusement of

cabby, who kindly advised him not to over-exert himself, for the reason

that good people were very scarce.

But the door was closed at last, and the footman departed to announce

the new-comer.

"Let her wait a bit!" said a sharp voice, as the door was held open; and

the "bit" the young traveller had to wait was about three-quarters of an

hour, for no earthly reason save that Mrs Saint Clair Marter wished, as

she said, "to teach her her place."

But at last there was the tinkling of a bell somewhere in the lower

regions; the footman ascended, entered what Ella supposed to be the

drawing-room, and then returned to say gruffly, "Now, miss, this way,

please!"

And Ella was shown into the presence of her new mistress.

As a rule, no doubt, a young lady engaged to act as governess in a

family would speak of the feminine head of that family as her employer,

or the lady whose daughter she instructed. She might easily find some

other term that would avoid that word which expresses the relation

between hirer and servant; but Mrs Saint Clair Marter always spoke of

herself as the mistress of the ladies she engaged to act as governess to

her children, and therefore we say that Ella was shown into the presence

of her new mistress.

Mrs Saint Clair Marter was a very diminutive lady, with a flat,

countenance, and very frizzly fair hair. She gave a visitor the idea of

having been a small negress carefully bleached or made "beautiful for

ever;" while the first glance told that, had she really been a sufferer

from the slave-trade, whatever others may have valued and sold her at,

her purchase at her own valuation would have been a ruinous speculation.

She was dressed in the height of ultra-fashion, and reclined upon a

couch perfectly motionless, evidently for fear of making creases; for

her dress was carefully spread out over the back and foot, with every

fold and plait arranged as may be seen any day behind plate glass at the

establishments of Messrs. Grant and Gask, Marshall and Snellgrove, or

Peter Robinson; and upon Ella's entrance, Mrs Marter inspected her for

full a minute through a large gold-rimmed eyeglass.

"Ah!" she said at last, with an expiration of the breath, and a look as

if she had just made a discovery, "you are the young person recommended

to me by Mrs Brandon?"

Ella bowed.

"Exactly. I have a good deal to say to you about the young ladies, but

I'm afraid my memory will not allow me to recall it at present. I

daresay, though, that I shall recollect a little from time to time."

Ella remained standing; for Mrs Marter, doubtless from having to recall

so much, entirely forgot to invite her dependent to a seat.

"I am very particular about my governesses, Miss Bedford," said the

lady; "and mind, I don't at all approve of their making friends of, or

associating with, the other servants. I expect, too, that the young

person I have in the house to superintend my children's education will

rise early. The young ladies' linen, of course, you will keep in order,

and assist the nurse in dressing them of a morning. Let me see, I think

Mrs Brandon said you understood German?"

"Yes," said Ella quietly.

"And Italian?"

"Yes," was the reply.

"French, and music, and singing, of course you know; but really I must

make a point of examining you in these subjects, for the trouble one has

with governesses is something terrible. They all profess to know so

much, and all the while they know next to nothing. Where were you

educated?"

"Principally at home," said Ella patiently.

"At home!" exclaimed Mrs Marter. "Dear me; I'm sorry to hear that. I

don't think much of home education. I ought to have seen you and talked

matters over; but I trusted entirely to Mrs Brandon, as you were so far

off. However, I suppose we must see how you get on."

"I will do my best to give you satisfaction," said Ella meekly, though

her heart sank the while she spoke.

"Yes, that's what Miss Tuggly said; and before she had been here a week,

she actually contradicted me to my face--before the young ladies, too.

Ah! there's another thing, too, I may as well say: Mr Marter likes to

be read to of an evening, and you will have to do that, for my lungs are

in such a state, that I cannot read half a page without a fit of

coughing. And of course you will have to come into the drawing-room

tidy; but mind, I don't approve of dress, and governesses imitating

their employers. I think it better to say these few words, so that

there may be no unpleasantness after."

Ella bowed again, and sought in her inward spirit for firmness to bear

all that might fall to her lot during the next twelve months.

"You may go now, Miss Bedford," said Mrs Marter, letting fall her great

eyeglass with a loud rattling of gold chain; and Ella turned to leave.

The next instant she was summoned back.

"O! really, Miss Bedford," exclaimed the lady, "that will never do!

Just what I feared when you told me of your home education. Not the

slightest deportment! Pray, how can you ever expect to teach young

ladies, when you do not know how to leave a room decently yourself?

Pray be careful for the future, whatever you do! A ladylike bearing is

so essential, as you must be aware! There, you may go now. Thomas will

show you to the schoolroom, and you may ask the upper housemaid to take

you to your bedroom, which, by the way, I visit myself once a week. I

say that as a hint respecting the way in which I expect it to be kept.

That will do, Miss Bedford."

Ella again turned to leave, but only to be staved once more.

"O, by the way, Miss Bedford, I have a great objection to my servants--I

mean, to those in my employ--having followers; I mean visitors. Of

course, upon some particular occasion, if I were asked, I should not say

no to your mother and father visiting you; but what I mean, Miss

Bedford, is that I do not allow young men followers."

Ella's face was now aflame, partly at the coarseness of the words,

partly at the remembrance of the way in which she had been visited while

at Mrs Brandon's; and she trembled as she thought of the consequences

of her retreat being discovered.

"I think that is all I have to say now," said Mrs Marter. "But stay:

the young ladies may as well be summoned before you go away. Have the

goodness to ring that bell."

Ella obeyed, and the result was the coming of the footman in drab and

scarlet, with dirty stockings, and an imperfectly-powdered head--that is

to say, it was snowy in front, and greasy and black in the rear.

"Let the young ladies know that I wish to see them directly, Thomas,"

said the lady.

"Yes, mum," said Thomas, who, on turning, winked at Ella, not from

impertinence, but from an ignorant desire to be upon friendly terms.

Five minutes of utter silence now ensued, when there was a distant

squeal, a rush of feet, then a noise as of some one falling downstairs,

followed by a loud howl.

"Bless me--those children!" said Mrs Marter faintly; and directly after

the young ladies came tumbling into the room.

Volume 2, Chapter XV.

By Birth a Lady · 第 34 / 74 题