Nesta's first day at Scarborough had been full of intense enjoyment.
She had managed her escapade with great cleverness. The Griffiths were
quite sure that she was going away with the consent of her parents. Mr
Griffiths was kind, and pleased to have her; Mrs Griffiths was
motherly; Flossie was all delight. First had come the journey; what a
delicious sensation of excitement had she felt whenever the train
stopped; with what more than a delicious sensation of importance she had
owned to a thrill through her being at the thought that the others were
anxious about her. That her own people would be trying to get her back
as soon as possible but added to the sense of enjoyment.
The day was a brilliant one; the sea breezes were exhilarating, and
Nesta's conscience did not awaken. She enjoyed the lodgings, and the
room she was to share with Flossie, and the shrimps for tea, and the
wading when the tide was down. She enjoyed listening to the band; in
short, she enjoyed everything. Her constant smiles were always
wreathing her lips; Mr and Mrs Griffiths thought her quite a
delightful girl.
So passed the first day. Nesta had even managed, with Flossie's aid, to
send a telegram without either Mr or Mrs Griffiths knowing anything
about it. Those magical shillings, which had been produced by her
yellow-boy, were so useful. She went to bed that night without any
unpleasant telegram, or any unpleasant person coming from Newcastle to
disturb her pleasure.
But the next morning she woke with a sigh. It would be all over to-day;
she could not expect it to last longer than the middle of the day.
Pleasure would be followed by retribution. She had made up her mind to
this. She thought, however, that she would have a good morning.
Immediately after breakfast she got away with Flossie.
"Floss, it will be all up to-day; they are quite certain to send for me.
Even if Molly and Ethel did not open the telegram last night, they will
at least send it on to old Marcia, and do you suppose that Miss Mule
Selfish will not use every bit of her influence to get me back, and to
have me well punished? There's no doubt on that point whatever."
"I know all that," said Flossie. "But, perhaps, they won't want you
back."
"Not want me back?" said Nesta.
This comment, delightful as it sounded, was scarcely flattering.
"Mothery will want me," said Nesta.
"If you thought that, I wonder you came."
"Oh, don't begin to reproach me," said Nesta. "Let us go and have a
long, long morning all by ourselves."
"But I want to bathe. Mother is going to bathe, and she said we two
could go with her. You didn't, of course, bring a bathing dress, but we
can hire them here."
Nesta was not inclined to bathe. It would, she protested, take up too
much time. She wanted to go for a long walk alone with her friend. She
suggested that they should go first of all to a pastrycook's, supply
themselves with a good, large bag of edibles, and then wander away on
the cliffs. Flossie; after due consideration, was nothing loath.
"That horrid telegram is sure to come, and then the fat will be in the
fire," said Nesta.
"That's true enough," replied Flossie, "and I expect I'll be scolded
too. You'll have to stand the blame--you'll have to tell them that it
was more your fault than mine."
"Oh, I like that!" said Nesta. "You mean to tell me that you won't take
my part, when I get into a beastly row all on account of you?"
The girls had a little tiff, as was their way; but their real affection
for each other soon smoothed it over. Mrs Griffiths was talked round
to see the expediency of Nesta and Flossie putting off their bathe until
the next day, and accordingly the two girls started off for their walk.
There was no doubt whatever in Nesta's mind that retribution must come
that day. It was the right day for Nemesis. She had enjoyed Saturday,
but she had not enjoyed Sunday quite so much, for there was the
possibility that somebody would come to fetch her back. On Sunday the
girls might have sent the telegram to Marcia by special messenger, but
on the other hand, Molly and Ethel were very careless; they did not care
whether Nesta was in the house or not. They had probably not sent it
on. But of course, there was not the least doubt that Marcia would
receive it on Monday morning. What was to be done? She resolved to
enjoy her walk even if it was the last. She spent a shilling of her
precious money, secured a most unwholesome meal, which the two girls ate
on the high cliffs just outside Scarborough, and then returned home in
time for lunch.
"I'm not a bit hungry," said Nesta, "and I know there'll be a fearful
row when we go upstairs. Do go first, Flossie; I'll wait here. If
there's anything awful, I'll run down by the shore until it has blown
over. Do go, Floss."
Flossie was cajoled into doing what Nesta wished. She went upstairs.
Her father and mother were both waiting for them. They looked tranquil,
as tranquil could be.
"Where's Nesta!" called out Mrs Griffiths from the landing. "Tell her
to take off her hat and come in at once. Our dinner is getting cold."
Flossie flew downstairs.
"You needn't be a bit uneasy. Father and mother look as contented as
though they never had a trouble in the world."
Wondering somewhat, Nesta did go upstairs. She ate her dinner, but all
the time she was watching the door. Any minute either Marcia herself,
stern, uncompromising, unyielding, unforgiving, might appear, or a
horrible telegram addressed to Mrs Griffiths might be thrust into her
hand. In any case her disgrace must be near at hand.
But strange as it may seem, the whole day passed, and there was no sort
of telegram for Nesta. She wondered and wondered.
"This is quite lucky," she said to Flossie, as she was undressing for
the night. "I really can't understand it. Of course, it's those girls;
they never sent my telegram on to Marcia."
"Well, you know, you didn't send any address," said Flossie.
"Of course I didn't; but don't you suppose that they'd immediately rush
off to your house, and get your address from your servants?"
"I never thought of that," said Flossie.
"They could find me if they wished. It's all that Miss Mule Selfish;
she's so absorbed in her own pleasure she has forgotten all about me."
The next day passed without any notice being taken of Nesta, and the
next, and the next. Nesta was quite bewildered. At first she was
delighted, then she began to consider herself a slightly aggrieved
person, particularly when Flossie taunted her with the fact that she did
not seem to be missed much at home.
This was gall and wormwood to the little girl.
On the fifth day of her visit, Mr Griffiths, who had received some
letters, said to Nesta:
"You don't seem to be hearing from your people--at least I have not seen
any letters addressed to you. I hope they are all right."
"Oh, of course they are, no news is good news," said Nesta.
He took no notice of her remark, being absorbed in his own affairs.
When he had read one of his letters he looked at his wife.
"I must go back to Newcastle this afternoon, but I'll return to-morrow,"
he said. "I'll call in, if you like, Nesta, and find out how your
mother is."
"Oh, please don't--I mean you really needn't," said Nesta.
He raised his brows in some surprise.
"I should think," he said slowly, "that a girl who has an invalid
mother, would like to know how she is."
Nesta coloured. She did not dare to say any more. She and Flossie had
been having what she called a ripping time, that is, Nesta could enjoy
herself in spite of her anxiety. But now things were changing. The
yellow-boy had his limits; he was reduced in bulk until he had come down
to a few pence. Between Nesta and that which made her so valuable in
Flossie's eyes there was now but eleven-pence halfpenny. Nearly a
shilling, a whole beautiful silver shilling, but not quite. When that
was spent--and it would be spent that very day--Nesta would be of no
special importance to Flossie Griffiths.
Flossie was making friends, too, on her own account. There was a family
of young people also staying at Scarborough, whom the Griffiths used to
know. They boasted of the name of Brown. They were all good-natured,
hearty, friendly young folks. But in the beginning Nesta had chosen to
turn up her nose at them. In consequence they devoted themselves to
Flossie, and left Nesta very much out in the cold.
On the very day that Nesta was forced to spend her last pence on a feast
for Flossie, Flossie calmly informed her that she was going early the
next morning on a picnic with the Browns.
"They haven't invited you--I'm sorry," said Flossie. "They might have
done it, but I said you were going away. This is Friday, you know. You
will have been with us a week to-morrow. I know father and mother will
want you to stay until the middle of next week, at any rate, but, of
course, you and I--knowing what we do--" Flossie giggled--"thought you
would be gone long ago."
"Well, I'm here," said Nesta, "and I wish I weren't."
"Why do you say that? I'm sure we have done all we could to give you a
real good time."
"I think you hate me," said Nesta, in a passion.
"Well, Nesta, I do call that ungrateful! But there, you're in the
sulks, poor old girl. You thought you'd be awfully missed at home, and
you see you are not one little bit."
"I'm anxious about mother," said Nesta. "It's so queer none of them
writing."
She burst into tears. Flossie was soft-hearted enough, and she
comforted her friend, and said that she would not hurt her for the
world, and would do her very best to get her an invitation to the picnic
the next day. At this intimation Nesta immediately wiped her eyes.
"I'd like it," she said; "it would be horrid to be left at home with
only your old mother."
"You needn't call mother old--she's no older than yours."
"Well, anyhow, mine's the prettiest," said Nesta.
"And my mother is the strongest," retorted Flossie. "Oh, there, don't
let us quarrel," said Nesta. "If I hadn't you for my friend now, Floss,
I'd be the most miserable girl in the world. To tell the truth, I'm
rather terrified at the way they're taking things at home--not a word--
not a line, nothing whatever. It does seem odd, doesn't it?"
Flossie made no remark. Just then Henrietta Brown was seen passing the
window. Flossie put out her head and called to Henrietta to stop, and
then dashed downstairs.
"Oh, Henny," she gasped, "I'm ever so sorry, but Nesta Aldworth, my
friend, she is still with us. I wonder--"
"We really couldn't," said Henny, who was downright, and not quite as
refined as even the Griffiths themselves. "We haven't a seat left.
Either you must come, or your friend. We can't fit in the two of you.
It's impossible. We might have done so at the beginning, but you said
your stuck-up Miss Aldworth would be gone away."
"Well, she has not gone," said Flossie. "Of course, if you like I can
give up my seat if you are sure you couldn't squeeze us both in."
"I'm certain, positive on the subject. And, Flossie, you mustn't give
up your seat," said Henny, linking her arm inside Flossie's arm, "for we
don't like her one little bit. She's not pretty like von, and she has
no go in her. You must come. Why, Tom and Jack and Robert--they'd be
just mad if you weren't there."
Flossie was pleased to hear that the Brown boys--Tom, Jack, and Robert--
wished for her society.
"Well, of course, it's her own fault," she said aloud, and then she went
back to Nesta.
"It's no go," she said. "You must stay with mother--or--or do anything
you like. Ah, there's father--he's off. Good-bye, Dad."
Flossie's voice sounded on the summer breeze. Mr Griffiths looked up
and kissed his hand to her.
"Good-bye to you both," he said. "I'll be back to-morrow, and if I can,
Nesta, I'll look in and see how your mother is getting on. Are you sure
you have no message?"
"None; please, don't trouble," said Nesta.
She was feeling now most frantically wretched. That last feast with
Flossie was scarcely a success. She did not know how she was to live
through the next day. If she had money enough she would return home.
She would boldly declare that she had a right to her own home, the home
that no longer seemed to want her. There was no telegram that day--no
letter, no message of any sort.
The next morning rose bright and glorious. Flossie, dressed in her
_very_ best, went off for the picnic with the Browns. They had two
waggonettes packed full of people, and Flossie squeezed herself in amid
peals of laughter. Nesta watched her from behind the curtain of the
drawing room window; Mrs Griffiths was well to the front, bowing and
smiling, and kissing her hand.
"There," she said, when the waggonettes passed out of sight, "I'm glad
my Floss is going to have a good time. Sorry for you, Nesta, but then
you gave us to understand that you'd be sent for so soon."
"I thought so," said Nesta.
"Well, dear, it's all the better for you, you have the advantage of the
sea. You must put up with an old woman for once. I'm going for a dip
in the briny this morning. What do you say to coming with me?"
Nesta acquiesced. She might as well do that as anything else. She
didn't care about it, of course.
Mrs Griffiths was energetic when she was at the seaside, and she took
her dip and then a long walk, and then she waded for a time, and Nesta
had to wade with her. They were both tired when they returned to the
house in the middle of the day.
And now, at last, there was a telegram. It lay on the table in its
little yellow envelope. Nesta felt suddenly sick and faint. Mrs
Griffiths took it up.
"It's for me," she said. "It's to say that my man is coming back this
evening--or maybe not until to-morrow, or Monday."
She read the telegram. Nesta watched her with parted lips, as Mrs
Griffiths slowly acquainted herself with the contents. She was a quick,
energetic woman, but as regarded matters relating to the mind she slow.
The telegram puzzled her.
"It's queer," she said. "Can you make anything of it?"
She handed it to Nesta. Nesta road the contents.
"`Coming back sooner than I expected. Have been to the Aldworths'--a
very queer business; will tell you when we meet.'"
"I wonder if your mother is worse," said Mrs Griffiths, looking with
her kind eyes at the girl. "Why, Nesta, you are as white as a sheet!
Is anything wrong?"
"No," said Nesta. She let the telegram flutter to the floor; it was
Mrs Griffiths who picked it up. Nemesis had come--Nemesis with a
vengeance.
"I don't expect it is anything. Your father--I mean Flossie's father,
is always fond of making mountains out of molehills. It is nothing
special, it really isn't; you may be sure on that point," said the good
woman. "Anyhow, he will tell us when he comes, and not all the guessing
in the world will spoil our appetites, will it, Nesta? See this pigeon
pie, the very best that could be got; I ordered it from the
pastrycook's, for I don't much like some of our landlady's cooking."
Nesta could have enjoyed that pigeon pie, but the telegram, Nemesis, in
short, had crushed what appetite she possessed out of her. She fiddled
with her food, then sprang up.
"I am so anxious," she said.
"Why, what is it, child?"
Mrs Griffiths looked at her; Nesta looked full at Mrs Griffiths.
"I must tell you something; I know you will hate me; I know you will,
but if you would be kind just for once--"
"Goodness me, child! Of course I'll be kind. What is troubling you?
Anything wrong with the mother?"
"It isn't that--it is that when I came with you I ran away."
"You did what?" said Mrs Griffiths.
Nesta mumbled out her miserable story. She told it dismally. Mrs
Griffiths had, as she averred afterwards, to drag the words from the
child. At last the ugly facts were made plain to her. Nesta had
deliberately left her home without saying one word to anybody. She had
been aided and abetted by Flossie, Mrs Griffiths' good, honourable,
open-hearted Flossie--at least that is what Mrs Griffiths had
considered her child. Yes, Flossie had helped her friend, and her
friend had gone; she had not said a word to any one at home; she had
only sent off a telegram. The telegram, of course, must bear the
Scarborough mark, but they had taken no notice.
"Of course, Mr Griffiths went to see them, and of course they told him,
and of course--of course, he will be just mad," said Mrs Griffiths.
"He will be in a towering rage; I don't know what he won't do. There'll
be a split between us; he'll never let our Flossie speak to you again,
that's plain."
"Oh, Mrs Griffiths, if you would be good, if you would but just lend me
enough money to get home before--before he comes."
"Well, now, that wouldn't be a bad idea," said Mrs Griffiths. "You can
make off, I will see you into the tram; you don't mind travelling
third-class, do you?"
"I'd travel on the top of the train--I'd travel in the guard's van--I'd
travel anywhere only to get away," said Nesta.
"Well, child, I'll just look up the trains, and put you into one
myself--or no, perhaps I'd better not. You might give us the slip, as
it were. If he thought that I'd let you go home before he came, he'd
give me a piece of his mind, and there'd be the mischief to pay again.
You can find your own way to the station."
"I can. I can."
"I'll look out the very next train, the very next."
"Oh, do, please do. And please lend me some money."
Mrs Griffiths produced half a sovereign, which she put into Nesta's
palm. Nesta hardly waited to thank her.
"Good-bye. Oh, I am grateful--I will write. Explain to Flossie. Try
to forgive me--it was so dull at home, only Miss Mule Selfish, you know,
and Molly and Ethel."
"And your mother," said Mrs Griffiths, a little severely, for it was
the thought of the anxiety that Nesta had given her mother which touched
Mrs Griffiths' heart most nearly.
"Mothery wouldn't be cross, that is certain sure," said poor Nesta.
She was putting on her hat as she uttered the words, and a few minutes
later she was toiling through the hot sun and blinding dust, for the day
was a windy one, to the railway station _en route_ for Newcastle.