THE GREAT CONSPIRACY.
There was suppressed excitement in the school, that sort which cannot
be described, but which most assuredly must be felt. Mrs Macintyre put
it down to the advent of the fifteen girls who had just arrived from
Edinburgh.
Leucha stirred herself and made a vain endeavour to become friends with
them; but they were Scots to the backbone, and went over instantly in a
body to Hollyhock's circle. This was so immense now that it actually
comprised the entire school, except the poor miserable Daisy and the
naughty Leucha, whose anger against Hollyhock, combined with a kind of
undefined admiration, which she would not for the life of her admit,
grew fiercer and stronger hour by hour. It was like a great flame
burning in her breast. She would _do_ for Hollyhock yet, but how and
in what fashion?
Hollyhock, meanwhile, collected her forces round her. The days were
getting very short. The nights were long and cold. Winter was on the
English girls--a Scottish winter, which caused them to shiver,
notwithstanding their comforts. Leucha was, however, far too proud to
confess that she did not like the weather. She spoke of the school in
tones of rapture to the new girls, who barely looked at her and
scarcely listened. Then they wont, some of them silently, some of them
with a rush, to Hollyhock.
Leucha forced herself to praise the place, and nudged Daisy to do
likewise; but her praise was feigned, and the Scots girls did not pay
this uninteresting Leucha much attention. The fact that she had now
been a fortnight at the school did not affect them at all. The further
fact that she was the daughter of the Earl of Crossways had not the
least influence on them. They were jolly, merry, everyday sort of
girls; there was nothing specially remarkable about them, but as they
themselves said, 'Did not they belong to Old Scotia, and was not that
fact sufficient for any lassie?' Hollyhock entertained them in her
swift, bright way. She was not specially impressed by them, but they
were Scots of the Scots, as she was herself.
So Leucha and the miserable Daisy spent their time alone, Leucha
arguing and wrangling with Daisy, and saying to her once or twice,
'What earthly good are you, Daisy Watson? Can you not think of any
plan by which to defeat that mischievous Scotch brat?'
'I know of nothing,' replied Daisy. 'How can two English girls fight
against sixty and more? It isn't to be done, Leucha dear.'
'It shall be done; it must be done!' retorted Leucha.
'Well, I can't see my way,' replied Daisy. 'The best plan of all would
be for you to sink your silly pride, Leucha, and to join the others.'
'And have _her_ queen it over me,' said Leucha.
'Well, I don't see how you can help it,' answered Daisy. 'She _does_
queen it over you, for it isn't only the Scots girls who turn to her,
but the English and the French. I don't see for myself what possible
hope you have. Never yet since the world was made could two overcome
sixty-eight. And, for that matter,' continued Daisy, 'I 'm feeling so
dull that although I _am_ fond of you, Leucha, I really am strongly
tempted to join that merry group, who are always singing and laughing
and making the hours go by on wings. It is very dull indeed for me to
have no one but you to talk to, and you grumbling all the time.'
'Oh, I saw it would come to this,' said Leucha, rising in her rage.
'My last friend--my very last! I 'll write to mother and get her to
remove me from this school.'
'Oh, I won't desert you, Leucha; only I do wish you were a little more
cheerful, and that we might join the others in their sport. You made
such a fuss just on the day Hollyhock came'----
'Don't mention her name; she makes me shudder!'
'Well, I needn't; but you made such a fuss about securing the Summer
Parlour, and having a fire there, and concocting plans, and having a
lot of the girls with you--a great deal more than half the school; but
you never go near the Summer Parlour, and after to-night you won't have
any further right to it. Do come out, Leucha dear, and make another
effort to build up the fire. If the girls see us with a glowing fire,
a good many of them will come in for certain sure. I have been asking
the servants on the quiet how the thing is done, and it really seems to
be quite easy. You collect faggots, which I know I can get for you,
and small bits of coal; and I tell you what--whisper, Leucha--I have
been saving up a few candle-ends, and they are grand for making a fire
burn. Let's come along and try.'
'No lady ought to know how to light a fire,' said Lady Leucha.
'Oh, nonsense,' replied Daisy. 'It is a very good thing to learn; and,
anyhow, you needn't spoil your dainty fingers if _I_ undertake the job.
Nothing will collect the girls round us--the English girls, I
mean--like seeing us seated by the glowing fire.'
'Well, anything is better than this,' said Leucha. 'And if you have
really collected the candle-ends and the faggots and the morsels of
coal, why, perhaps we 'll succeed.'
'Yes, yes, of course we'll succeed,' said Daisy. 'What in the world is
there to hinder us? We have got our wits, I presume; and when we sit
in the Summer Parlour with a great blazing fire lighting up the place,
I shouldn't be a scrap surprised if Mary Barton, Agnes
Featherstonhaugh, and others joined us.'
'I wouldn't have those Frasers now if they went on their bended knees,'
remarked Leucha; 'but if you will light the fire, Daisy, I don't mind
sitting by and watching you. I really, as the daughter of the Earl of
Crossways, cannot undertake so dirty a task.'
'All right,' replied Daisy, 'if you do think so--and I'm quite as good
as you, remember--I 'll do my best. I 'll just run along now to the
Summer Parlour and see that the materials for lighting the fire are
there, Then I 'll come back and fetch you.'
'Yes,' replied Leucha; 'I may as well see you at the job. You are
certain sure to fail, but conceit will have its way.'
'Dear, dear,' thought Daisy Watson, 'what a very unpleasant girl Leucha
is becoming! I 'd leave her this blessed minute and go over to
Hollyhock, only perhaps Lady Crossways might be angry. Leucha gets
more like her mother each day--a kind of sneering look about her face,
which really gives her a most disagreeable expression. But friendship
is friendship, and I won't forsake her if I can help it.'
So Daisy flew to the Summer Parlour, which was just perceptible in the
twilight. No place could look more cold and comfortless; but Daisy was
so madly anxious to do something that she set about her task with a
will. She had secretly purloined some faggots, bits of coal, and
candle-ends; but she had quite forgotten to ascertain whether the
faggots were dry or not; and she was equally ignorant of the fact that
as a rule even dry faggots require a small supply of paper to enable
them to 'catch' and attack the nice little black lumps of coal, which,
with the aid of the candle-ends, might yield a glowing, gleaming,
beautiful fire. She had made friends with one of the servants, and had
therefore an idea how to lay her fire. She had also secured a candle,
one solitary whole candle, which she placed in a brass candlestick.
To all appearance everything was now ready. She felt certain that her
fire could not fail, and went back in high spirits to Leucha.
'Come,' she said, 'come. I 'm ready to set fire to the pile.'
A good many girls saw these two go out. They had wrapped themselves up
in warm cloaks, which were quite suited to the frosty weather.
Leucha shivered as she walked in the direction of the Summer Parlour.
The new girls were now busily engaged at a private and luxurious tea
with Mrs Macintyre, which was the invariable tribute paid to each new
pupil. They were, therefore, out of the way.
'The hour strikes,' said Hollyhock. 'Come along, Meg.'
Meg shrank and shivered. 'Oh, but, Holly, I'd much rather not.'
'It is too late to change now, dear Meg. You must just think of the
ghost, and the ghost only. Come at once to the ghostie's hut, and I
'll dress you up.-- Lassies, the rest of you had best keep out of
sight, although you are welcome to linger in the shrubbery to see the
fun. But now listen. When _I_ give the words, "Go, ghostie! _Run_,
ghostie, run! I cannot dry your wet hair this night, for I have a
lassie lying in a swoon across my arms," then you must scatter, scatter
with all the speed you have in you, or the sport will be spoiled.'
So, while Leucha and Daisy were struggling in vain with the fire in the
Summer Parlour, which flared up occasionally with a woeful gleam, and
then expired, and while Leucha felt crosser and crosser each moment,
and the night fell over the land, in the ghost's hut Margaret Drummond
was being dressed up to impersonate the hapless youth who had suffered
death by drowning on the night before his wedding.
Hollyhock was in the wildest excitement as she arranged Margaret
Drummond for her part. Margaret was fortunately extremely tall and
thin. Her hands were made to represent those of a skeleton by means of
a quantity of white chalk and black charcoal. Her face was likewise
covered with this ghastly mixture. She was then wrapped from head to
foot in an old Cameron cloak, which Hollyhock had secured from The
Garden during the week. On her head she wore an old-fashioned peaked
hat and a wig with long, dripping locks. Her own hair had been tied
tightly out of sight.
'You are wonderful,' sighed Hollyhock. 'There isn't a boy in the land
that could beat you. Now, then, stay where you are until I come to
fetch you. Then, when I say, "Fly, ghostie! away, ghostie!" you can go
back to the hut and take off the disguise which turns you into so
fearsome an object. I have brought a jug of hot water, and here is a
basin, and you can wash your face and hands. Leuchy will certainly not
recognise you. And now I must be off, for the conspiracy--the best of
all--has begun.'
Hollyhock, beside herself with mirth, had, however, not forgotten to
give the poor ghostie an old-fashioned lantern, which she was to hold
in such a position as to show off her skeleton hands and ghastly face.
This was left lighted in the hut. There was little time to lose, for
soon the girls would be expected to return to the house for their
excellent Saturday supper, a special treat which was given to all those
girls who could not go home.
Hollyhock rushed up to the Summer Parlour. The night was clear and
cold, but there was not a breath of wind blowing. All in vain the two
girls were bending over the fire, which refused to catch. Heaps of
girls were peeping in and watching the efforts of the two who were
trying to light the fire.
'I never did _such_ dirty work in my life before,' said Lady Leucha.
'Come back to the house, Daisy. I shall be sick if I sit and shiver
here any longer.'
'There 's one more bit of candle,' replied Daisy. 'Perhaps that will
do the job. I never heard of a fire being so difficult to set glowing.'
'And I never heard of a girl being so vain and silly,' remarked Leucha.
Hollyhock whispered to her companions, who immediately dispersed into
different parts of the grounds. The night was perfect for her purpose.
She felt half-mad with delight. She was only sorry for Daisy, who
meant no harm, but was in leading-strings to that proud Lady Leucha.
Leucha deserved her fate richly. Daisy did not.
Hollyhock whispered certain directions to her followers to try to get
Daisy out of the way. This they promised, feeling quite sure that they
could easily manage it.
Just as Daisy's last morsel of candle expired a voice sounded from
afar: 'Daisy Watson, you are wanted in the house. Go in as fast as you
can!'
Two or three girls boldly entered the Summer Parlour, clasped Daisy by
both arms, and dragged her toward the house. Leucha was now alone.
She was wild with rage at this final desertion.
Wrapping her cloak round her, she prepared to step out of the Parlour.
The Scots, the English, and the French girls all hid behind trees.
Hollyhock was near, but not too near. Leucha wrapped her cloak tightly
round her. It _was_ cold! She would be glad to get in out of the
bitter air. She made up her mind to write that very night to her
mother to remove her at any cost from this horrible school; but
although she made up her mind, she knew quite well that the said mother
would pay no attention to her. Was it not the aim of her life to have
her only girl educated in the Palace of the Kings? And she was the
last person to be influenced by mere girlish sadness and loneliness.
All these thoughts flashed through Leucha's mind as she stepped into
the still, frosty night. She went a few yards; then she stood
motionless, transfixed, turned for the time being into stone.
What--what was this horror coming to meet her? A tall figure with
skeleton hands and face, wearing a very mournful expression in the
eyes--a figure that walked slowly, solemnly, such as she had certainly
_never_ seen before. She felt herself alone and a long way from home,
for the Summer Parlour was quite a distance from the house. The figure
held a lantern in its skeleton hands, which was so cleverly arranged
that it lit up the worn features and revealed the dripping locks.
'Dry my hair, my wet hair!' cried the ghost in a deep sepulchral voice.
'Kind English maid, be so kind as to dry my hair!'
Leucha gave vent to an irrepressible shriek of horror. She had always
hitherto laughed at the bare idea of the ghost; but now most truly she
believed it. The ghost--the ghost in very truth--was there. He was
facing her; he stood before her; he stood in her very path. How
mournful, how horrible, was his voice! How more than fearful was his
appearance! Her blood ran cold; her hair seemed to stand upright on
her head. Indescribable was her horror.
'Go, ghostie!' suddenly cried a familiar voice, 'You have no right to
torment an English maid. I 'll come out presently and dry your locks;
but be off with you now, be off! Get away, or I'll never dry your
dripping locks again!'
The ghost gave a hollow moan. There was the sound of many feet running
in different directions, and Leucha would certainly have fainted had
not Hollyhock put her firm young arm round her.
Oh, how she hated Hollyhock! And yet how she loved her at that moment!
The warm feeling of human flesh and blood was delicious. Lady Leucha
clung to Hollyhock and laid her head on her shoulder.
'Come, girlie; come,' said Hollyhock in her most seductive tones. 'My
Lord Alasdair had no right to ask _you_ to dry his locks. Lean on me,
lassie; lean on me. You did get an awful shock.'
'Oh, oh,' sobbed Leucha, 'then I did see a ghost!'
'You saw what you saw. Come along home now. I 'll see to you.'
'You are--Hollyhock,' said Leucha.
'Yes; and whyever not?'
'Then there _is_ a ghost, and you are going to dry his hair! How _can_
you--how _can_ you?'
'Poor ghost! I must do my little bit to comfort him,' said Hollyhock.
'Eh, but you are a real brave lass, that you are, Leuchy, my pet. Now
lean on me, and I 'll bring you in to the cosy house, and the warm
fire, and the good supper. There's no malice in Hollyhock. She's only
a bit wild. Oh, but won't I give it to that ghost; he had no right to
ask those services of an English girl!'
Firmer and firmer did Hollyhock support her trembling companion, and
the girl who hated her, but who clung to her so tightly at that moment,
entered the house with Hollyhock's arms about her.
There were a number of girls in the great hall--the most magnificent
hall in the country.
'Poor thing!' said Hollyhock, 'the ghostie walks this night, and I must
run to dry his wet locks; but get something hot for Leuchy to drink,
and comfort her all you can, lassies. A Scots ghost--my word! he had
no right to beg for the services of a maid from England. I of
Caledonia will go out and dry his wet locks!'