The next day Mr Timmins arrived. He came by the train which reached
Langdale at three o'clock. He invariably did come by that train. There
was nothing at all remarkable in his paying the girls a visit. He was
their business man. It was his custom to have an interview with them
and with Mrs Fortescue at least once a year. It is true he had come
last to see them in the summer, so that it was somewhat remarkable for
him to state his intention of coming to Langdale again so soon. But the
girls thought nothing at all about this, and if Mrs Fortescue did, she
was more pleased than otherwise. Of course, now that her dear young
charges had left school for ever, there would be a good deal to talk
over and their future to be arranged. She would probably have to take a
larger house. The cottage where she lived was very nice and quite
sufficiently good to receive schoolgirls in the holidays; but it was not
a fit home for young heiresses, who would naturally want to entertain
company when they were at home, and who would also naturally require to
visit the great world.
Mrs Fortescue felt excited. There were two years yet of her lease to
run; but she thought she might manage to induce her landlord to take the
little house off her hands, or she might sublet it. In all probability
Mr Timmins would require her to live in London with the Misses
Heathcote. He would himself choose a pretty house for her there. Her
eyes shone as she thought of her future. In London she would have to
dress better. She would, in all probability, have to visit one of those
celebrated beauty shops in Bond Street in order to get herself quite up
to the mark. There were all kinds of inventions now for defying the
ravages of age, for keeping a youthful bloom on the cheek and a youthful
lustre on the hair. It would be necessary for Mrs Fortescue to look as
charming as ever in order to take her young charges about. How pleasant
it would be to go with them from one gay assembly to another, to watch
their innocent triumphs!
As she lay down in bed on the first night after their arrival she
appraised with a great deal of discernment their manifest charms.
Florence was, of course, the beauty, but Brenda had a quiet distinction
of her own. Her face was full of intellect. Her eyes full of resource.
She was dignified, too, more so than Florence, who was all sparkling
and gay, as befitted the roses in her cheeks and the flashes of light in
her big brown eyes. Altogether, they were a charming pair, and when
dressed as they ought to be (how Mrs Fortescue would love that part of
her duty!) would do anybody credit.
Mrs Fortescue and the Misses Heathcote! She could hear their names
being announced on the threshold of more than one notable reception
room, could see the eager light in manly eyes and the deference which
would be shown to her as the chaperone of the young heiresses!
Yes, Mr Timmins' visit was decidedly welcome. He should have the very
best of receptions.
On the day when Mr Timmins had elected to come it was Christmas Eve.
In consequence, the trains were a little out of order, and Mrs
Fortescue could not tell exactly when he would arrive.
"He said three o'clock, dears," she remarked to her young charges as
they sat together at breakfast, the girls wearing pretty brown dresses
which suited their clear complexions to a nicety. "Now, as a rule, the
three o'clock train is in to the moment, but of course to-day it may be
late--in all probability it will be late. I shall order hot cakes for
tea; Bridget is quite celebrated for her hot cakes. We will have tea
ready for him when he comes. Then when he has had his chat with me, he
will want to say a word or two to you, Brenda, and you, Florence. You
had better not be out of the way."
"We thought of going for a good walk," said Florence. "It is you, after
all, he wants to see, Mrs Fortescue. He never has had much to say to
us, has he?" Here she looked at her sister.
"No," said Brenda, thoughtfully. "But," she added, "when he wrote to me
this time, he said he particularly wanted to see you and me alone, Flo.
He didn't even mention your name, Mrs Fortescue."
"Ah well, dear," said Mrs Fortescue, with a smile; "that is quite
natural. You have left school, you know."
"I can't quite believe it, can you, Brenda?" said Florence. "It seems
just as if we must be going back to the dear old place."
"Oh, I don't know," said Brenda. "We are not going back: we said
good-bye to every one, don't you remember?"
"You are never going back, dears, and for my part, I am glad," said Mrs
Fortescue. "You will be my charge in future; at least, I hope so."
The girls were silent, looking hard at her. "As I have taken care of
you since you were quite young girls, you will naturally wish for my
protection until you are both married."
Brenda was silent. Florence said eagerly--"I mean to marry as soon as
possible." Here she laughed, showing her pearly teeth, and a flashing
light of anticipated triumph coming into her eyes.
"Of course you will marry soon, Florence," said Mrs Fortescue. "You
are far too pretty not to be somebody's darling before long. And you,
Brenda, also have an exceedingly attractive face. What are your dreams
for the future, my love?"
"I cannot tell you," said Brenda.
She got up as she spoke, and walked to the window. After a time, she
said something to her sister, and the girls left the room arm-in-arm.
Mrs Fortescue felt rather annoyed by their manners. They were very
independent, as independent as though they were of age; whereas at the
present moment they had not a shilling--no, not a shilling in the world
that she did not supply to them under Mr Timmins' directions. Were
they going to prove troublesome? She sincerely hoped not. They were
good girls but that house in London might not be quite so agreeable as
her dreams had pictured if Brenda developed a very strong will of her
own and Florence was determined to marry for the sake of marrying.
Still, Mr Timmins would put all right, and he would be with them at
three o'clock.
The girls absented themselves during the whole of the morning, but
appeared again in time for lunch, which they ate with a healthy
appetite. They praised Mrs Fortescue's food, comparing it with what
they had at school to the disadvantage of the latter. Mrs Fortescue
was pleased. She prided herself very much on Bridget's cooking.
"And now," she said, when the meal had come to an end, "you will go
upstairs and put on your prettiest dresses and wait in the drawing-room
for Mr Timmins. I shall not be far off. He will naturally want to see
me as soon as he has had his talk with you both, so I shall remain
writing letters in the dining-room. There are so many letters and cards
to send off at Christmas time that I shall be fully occupied, and when
you touch the bell, Brenda, I shall know what it means. In any case, I
will send tea into the drawing-room at a quarter to four. That will
give you time to get through your business first, and if you want me to
come in and pour out the tea, I shall know if you will just touch the
bell."
"Thank you," said Brenda. "But it isn't half-past one yet, and the day
is a lovely one. Florence and I want to take a good brisk walk between
now and three o'clock. We shall be back before three. We cannot be
mewed up in the house until Mr Timmins chooses to arrive."
"Oh, my dear children! He will think it queer."
"I am sorry," said Brenda, "but he had no right to choose Christmas Eve
as the day when he was to come to see us. His train may not be in till
late. Anyhow, we want to take advantage of the sunshine. Come,
Florence."
The girls left the room and soon afterwards were seen going out
arm-in-arm. They walked down the little avenue, and were lost to view.
There was a certain style about them both. They looked quite different
from the ordinary Langdale girls. Florence held herself very well, and
although she acknowledged herself to be a beauty, had no self-conscious
airs. Brenda's sweet face appeared to see beyond the ordinary line of
vision, as though she were always communing with thoughts deeper and
more rare than those given to most. People turned and looked at the
girls as they walked up the little High Street. Most people knew them,
and were interested in them. They were the very charming young ladies
who always spent their holidays with Mrs Fortescue. They were, of
course, to be included in all the Christmas parties given at Langdale,
and Mrs Fortescue would, as her custom was, give a party on Twelfth
Night in their honour.
That was the usual state of things. The girls did not seem in the mood,
however, to greet their old friends beyond smiling and nodding to them.
As they were returning home, Brenda said--
"We are more than half an hour late. I wonder if he has come."
"Well, if he has, it is all right," said Florence. "Mrs Fortescue is
dying to have a chat with him all by herself, and she will have managed
to by this time. She will be rather glad, if the truth may be known,
that we are not in to interrupt her. I can see that she is dying with
curiosity."
"I don't want her to live with us in the future," said Brenda.
"But she has set her heart on it," said Florence.
"I know," remarked Brenda; "but, all the same, our lives are our own,
and I don't think we can do with Mrs Fortescue. I suppose Mr Timmins
will tell us what he has decided. We are not of age yet, either of us.
You have three years to wait, Flo, and I have two."
"Well, we must do what he wishes," said Florence. "I intend to be
married ages and ages before I am twenty-one; so that will be all
right."
While they were coming towards the house, an impatient, white-headed old
lawyer was pacing up and down Mrs Fortescue's narrow drawing-room.
Mrs Fortescue was sitting with him and doing her utmost to soothe his
impatience.
"Dear Mr Timmins, I am so sorry the girls are out. I quite thought
they would have been back before now."
"But they knew my train would be in by three o'clock," said Mr Timmins.
He was a man of between fifty and sixty years of age, rather small, with
rosy cheeks and irascible eyes. His hair was abundant and snow-white,
white as milk.
"I said three o'clock," he repeated.
"Yes," said Mrs Fortescue, "but on Christmas Eve we made sure your
train would be late."
The lawyer took out his watch.
"Not the special from London; that is never late," he remarked. "I want
to catch the half-past four back; otherwise I shall have to go by one of
those dreadful slow trains, and there's a good deal to talk over. I do
think it is a little careless of those girls not to be at home when they
are expecting me."
Mrs Fortescue coughed, then she 'hemmed.
"It might--" she began. The lawyer paused in his impatient walk and
stared at her. "It might expedite matters," she continued, "if you were
to tell me some of your plans. For instance, I shall quite understand
if you wish me to leave here and take a house in London. It is true the
lease of this house won't be up for two years, but I have no doubt my
landlord would be open to a consideration."
"Eh? What is it you were going to say? I don't want you to leave your
house," blurted out Mr Timmins. "I have nothing whatever to do with
your future, Mrs Fortescue. You have been kind to my young friends in
the past, but I think I have--er--er--fully repaid you. And here they
come--that is all right. Now, my dear madam, if you would leave the
young ladies with me--no tea, thank you; I haven't time for any--I may
be able to get my business through in three-quarters of an hour. It is
only just half-past three. If I leave here at a quarter-past four, I
may catch the express back to town. Would you be so very kind as to
order your servant to have a cab at the door for me at a quarter-past
four--yes, in three-quarters of an hour I can say all that need be said.
No tea, I beg of you."
He was really very cross; it was the girls' doing. Mrs Fortescue felt
thoroughly annoyed. She went into the hall to meet Brenda and Florence.
"Mr Timmins has been here for nearly twenty minutes. His train was in
sharp at three. He is very much annoyed at your both being out. Go to
him at once, girls--at once."
"Oh, of course we will," said Florence. "Who would have supposed that
his train would have been punctual to-day! Come, Brenda, come."
They went, just as they were, into the pretty little precise
drawing-room, where a fire was burning cheerily in the grate, and the
room was looking spick and span, everything dusted and in perfect order,
and some pretty vases full of fresh flowers adding a picturesqueness to
the scene. It was quite a dear little drawing-room, and when the two
girls--Florence with that rich colour which so specially characterised
her, and Brenda a little paler but very sweet-looking--entered the room,
the picture was complete. The old lawyer lost his sense of irritation.
He came forward with both hands outstretched.
"My dear children," he said; "my poor children. Sit down; sit down."
They were surprised at his address, and Florence began to apologise for
being late; but Brenda made no remark, only her face turned pale.
"I may as well out with it at once," said Mr Timmins. "It was never my
wish that it should have been kept from you all these years, but I only
obeyed your parent's special instructions. You have left school--"
"Oh yes," said Florence; "and I am glad. What are we to do in the
future, Daddy Timmins?"
She often called him by that name. He took her soft young hand and
stroked it. There was a husky note in his voice. He found it difficult
to speak. After a minute or two, he said abruptly--
"Now, children, I will just tell you the very worst at once. You
haven't a solid, solitary hundred pounds between you in this wide world.
I kept you at school as long as I could. There is not enough money to
pay for another term's schooling, but there is enough to pay Mrs
Fortescue for your Christmas holidays, and there will be a few pounds
over to put into each of your pockets. The little money your father
left you will then be quite exhausted."
"I don't understand," said Brenda, after a long time.
Florence was silent--she, who was generally the noisy one. She was
gazing straight before her out into Mrs Fortescue's little garden which
had a light covering of snow over the flower-beds, and which looked so
pretty and yet so small and confined. She looked beyond the garden at
the line of the horizon, which showed clear against the frosty air.
There would be a hard frost to-night. Christmas Day would come in with
its old-fashioned splendour. She had imagined all sorts of things about
this special time; Christmas Day in hot countries, Christmas Day in
large country houses, Christmas Day in her own home, when she had won
the man who would love her, not only for her beauty, but her wealth.
She was penniless. It seemed very queer. It seemed to contract her
world. She could not understand it.
Brenda, who had a stronger nature, began to perceive the position more
quickly.
"Please," she said--and her young voice had no tremble in it--"please
tell me exactly what this means and why--why we were neither of us told
until now?"
Mr Timmins shrugged his shoulders.
"How old were you, Brenda, when your father and mother died?" he asked.
"I was fourteen," she answered, "and Florence was thirteen."
"Precisely; you were two little girls: you were relationless."
"So I have always been told," said Brenda.
"Your father left a will behind him. He always appeared to you to be a
rich man, did he not?"
"I suppose so," said Brenda. "I never thought about it."
"Nor did I," said Florence, speaking for the first time.
"Well, he was not rich. He lived up to his income. He earned a
considerable amount as a writer."
"I was very proud of him," said Brenda.
"When he died," continued Mr Timmins, taking no notice of this
remark--"you know your mother died first--but when he died he left a
will, giving explicit directions that all his debts were to be paid in
full. There were not many, but there were some. The remainder of the
money was to be spent on the education of you two girls. I assure you,
my dears, there was not much; but I have brought the accounts with me
for you to see the exact amount realisable from his estate and precisely
how I spent it. I found Mrs Fortescue willing to give you a home in
the holidays, and I arranged with her that you were to go to her for so
much a week. I chose, by your father's directions, the very best
possible school to send you to, a school where you would only meet with
ladies, and where you would be educated as thoroughly as possible. You
were to stay on at school and with Mrs Fortescue until the last hundred
pounds of your money was reached. Then you were to be told the truth:
that you were to face the world. After your fees for your last term's
schooling have been met and Mrs Fortescue has been paid for your
Christmas holidays, there will be precisely eighty pounds in the bank to
your credit. That money I think you ought to save for a nest-egg. That
is all you possess. Your father's idea was that you would live more
happily and work more contentedly if you were allowed to grow up to the
period of adolescence without knowing the cares and sorrows of the
world. He may have been wrong; doubtless he was; anyhow, there was
nothing whatever for me to do but to obey the will. I came down myself
to tell you. You will have the Christmas holidays in which to prepare
yourselves for the battle of life. You can tell Mrs Fortescue or not,
as you please. She has learned nothing from me. I think that is about
all, except--"
"Yes?" said Florence, speaking for the first time--"except what?"
"Except that I would like you both--yes, both--to see Lady Marian Dixie,
a very old client of mine, who was a friend of your mother's, and I
believe, would give you advice, and perhaps help you to find situations.
Lady Marian is in London, and if you wish it, I will arrange that you
shall have an interview with her. What day would suit you both?"
"Any day," said Brenda.
Florence was silent.
"Here is a five-pound note between you. It is your own money--five
pounds out of your remaining eighty pounds. Be very careful of it. I
will endeavour to see Lady Marian on Monday, and will write to you. Ah,
there is my cab. You can tell Mrs Fortescue or not, just as you
please. Good-bye now, my dears, good-bye. I am truly sorry, truly
sorry; but those who work for their own living are not the most unhappy
people, and you are well-educated; your poor father saw to that. Don't
blame the dead, Brenda. Florence, think kindly of the dead."