Fraulein Braune was sitting in her modest lodging over the Coombe
post-office when the door opened and the maid-servant announced a
visitor. The good lady started up in surprise, but before she had time
to greet the new-comer, the latter cautiously shut the door, and then
hastened towards her exclaiming as she threw off her hat and veil.
"It is I, Fraulein, Ella St Quentin. I have come to ask you a great
favour. Will you let me stay with you for to-night? I have left my
home and I don't want them to know where I am just yet. Next week--as
soon as I am settled--I shall write to them, but not yet. I must
first--"
"You have run away from home," interrupted the governess. "Oh, my dear
Miss Ella, that is a sad step to take! Think how frightened they will
all be."
"No," said Ella, "I have taken care of that. And I had the best
reasons. There has been no quarrel, but I have found out that I am a
great burden and trouble to them all. It will be an immense relief to
them. I cannot explain all without telling you what I have no right to
tell, but you must believe what I say. It is not as if I had been
brought up at home. I have only been with them about eight months: they
will soon forget I have been there at all and everything will get
straight now I have left."
Ella spoke so fast and decidedly that for a moment or two Fraulein
Braune felt confused and bewildered. But though timid and gentle she
was a woman of considerable common-sense. She saw that for the moment
at least, there was no use in arguing with the girl.
"And what do you propose to do then, my dear?" she said. "Where will
you go to-morrow when you leave this--if--if it is arranged for you to
stay here to-night?"
Ella looked at her for a moment or two without speaking.
"Fraulein," she said, "you must be candid with me. I came to you
because I thought I could trust you. But if I am mistaken, if you
intend to do anything towards making me go home again, or telling my
people where I am, then I tell you plainly I will go away from this
house at once leaving no trace of myself, and neither you nor any one
will be able to find me again, I warn you."
The governess considered a moment. Ella looked resolute and probably
meant what she said.
"What do you want me to promise you, my dear?" Fraulein Braune said
quietly.
"That you will not--you must give me your word of honour that you will
not--tell any of my people anything about me till or unless I give you
leave."
"Very well," Fraulein Braune replied. "I give you my promise. There is
little fear but that they will be able to find her at once if they think
it best to set to work vigorously," she reflected. "And anything is
better than that she should be seen running about by herself, or that
she should take some foolish step through her inexperience--I give you
my promise," she repeated.
Ella looked relieved.
"Then," she said. "I will tell you my plan," and she proceeded to do
so.
When she had finished, she looked up at the German lady inquiringly.
"It is not a bad plan?" she asked. "There is nothing wild and silly
about it."
"No," Fraulein Braune replied, "I don't know that there is if, that is
to say, your leaving your home is absolutely unavoidable. But, my dear
Miss Ella, one thing I must insist upon. I will go to London with you
to-morrow. I cannot let you travel alone."
"I'm not the least afraid of travelling alone," began Ella hastily, "and
I have the exact address. And--it will cost a good deal, Fraulein, even
if we go second-class and--I haven't much money."
"You shall repay me some day," said the good governess, "but that I go
with you is decided. It must be--on every account."
Ella sighed.
"It is very kind of you," she said, "but I wish you wouldn't."
There was determination however, as well as kindness in Fraulein
Braune's grey eyes. Ella had to give in.
She shared her friend's evening meal, though not daring to eat as much
as she was inclined to do, when she saw how very modest it was. She
would not allow the governess to give up her bed to her, as she wished,
but insisted on spending the night with the aid of a pillow or two, on
the little hair-covered sofa in the sitting-room. It was not very
comfortable, she owned to herself, when Fraulein Braune had left her,
_very_ much less so than the cosy bed in the despised "nursery" at
Coombesthorpe. And she was hungry too, really hungry, for she had had
no luncheon to speak of, no afternoon tea at all, a very long walk in
the cold and only enough supper to whet her hearty girlish appetite!
"I must get used to it," she said to herself. "I can't expect more than
the bare necessaries of life now." But she was so tired that in spite
of all, she fell asleep and slept soundly.
It was morning already when she awoke--some moments of bewilderment as
to what had happened and where she was were followed by a gradual
recollection of the painful events of the preceding day. Then Fraulein
Braune in a curiously befrilled headgear which Ella supposed must be a
German nightcap, peeped in, to see if her guest was awake. Ella started
up nervously.
"It is time to be getting ready, I suppose?" she said. "I was
forgetting."
"Yes," said the governess. "If you have really kept to your
determination of--"
"Of course I have," said Ella sharply. "I shall be dressed in ten
minutes; there will be time to catch the early train, will there not?"
"Oh, yes, if we are quick," Fraulein Braune replied. Not that she would
have been sorry if they had missed it, poor woman! But she was in
secret hopes that Ella's friends would have already communicated with
the railway officials, and that her escapade would come to a premature
ending at the station.
Nothing of the kind happened however, and the German was obliged to own
to herself when fairly off on their journey, seated opposite Ella in a
second-class compartment that it really did not look as if the poor
girl's family cared much about her. Still the more she thought it all
over the more satisfied she became that she had acted not only kindly,
but wisely in accompanying her pupil.
"She would never have got on without me," the governess reflected,
"though she is too childish to understand that. It will be easy to
confide in Mrs Ward so far as is necessary to ensure her taking care of
Ella in the meantime, without Ella's in the least suspecting anything of
the kind."
And indeed though the girl's heart and mind were very troubled and sore,
she was feeling no special practical anxiety about her prospects. She
had no misgiving as to the feasibility of the plan she had made, and was
in no way surprised when things turned out pretty much in accordance
with her own ideas.
Mrs Ward was the matron or superintendent of a small "Home" for
governesses. Ella had once in past years, when little more than a
child, called at this institution with her aunt to inquire for a young
girl temporarily there, in whom Mrs Robertson took an interest. Ella
had been struck by Mrs Ward's kindly, capable manner and sensible
advice, and the whole incident had been recalled to her memory recently
by Fraulein Braune speaking of this very institution as her usual
head-quarters when in London. And to go there and apply for a situation
as governess in France or Germany had been the girl's idea.
The winter afternoon was fast closing in, it was dusk, almost dark when
the cab containing Ella and her escort drew up at 29 Percival Terrace.
As had been agreed between the two during their railway journey,
Fraulein Braune got out first, leaving Ella alone to await the result of
her interview with Mrs Ward. It had been raining, a cold sleety
regular London winter rain. Ella shivered as she gazed out at the
sloppy pavement, glistening in the light of an adjacent gas lamp.
"I had no idea London could look so dreary," she thought. Then her
fancy pictured the spacious comfortable library at Coombesthorpe as it
must be looking at that moment--the fire burning brightly, throwing warm
reflections on the crimson carpet and the dull rich bindings of the
books, while Madelene made tea at the pretty table with its sparkling
silver "equipage," and Colonel St Quentin lay back in his chair talking
to her as she did so.
"And," went on Ella to herself, "very likely Sir Philip is there too,
unless he has gone off to Ermine again. They are none of them troubling
themselves about me--that's plain. But it's better so. I could not
stand it--no I could not go back again."
Just then the door of the house opened and Fraulein Braune came out.
She smiled at Ella.
"It is all right," she said. "Mrs Ward insists on my staying the
night, though I had intended going back at once."
"Oh no, no, that would never have done, dear Fraulein," said Ella, as
she sprang out.
Then the governess paid the cabman and they went in.
"What did Mrs Ward say?" asked Ella, when they were in the hall.
"She will tell you herself," Fraulein Braune replied. "I--I thought it
right to tell her your name, Ella."
"Of course. I have no intention of concealing it," Ella replied
haughtily. "But you made her promise not to write home or anything of
that kind, Fraulein? You know I shall do so myself as soon as ever I am
settled."
"Yes," said the German lady calmly, as she opened the door of the room
where Mrs Ward was waiting for them.
Ella at once stated her wishes. Mrs Ward listened quietly, though now
and then a quiet smile lighted up her face.
"You don't think it would be difficult to get a situation such as I
should be fit for?" said the young lady in conclusion.
Mrs Ward hesitated.
"No," she said, "I think I might put you in the way of something of the
kind. But it would be only a modest beginning, particularly as you want
to leave England. You would have no salary at your age, or if any, very
little. Your best chance would be a situation _au pair_, as it is
called. I have one or two on my books."
"What does that mean?" asked Ella, whose countenance had fallen a
little.
"You would have to teach English and in return for that you would have
board and lodging and certain facilities for acquiring French or German,
or both. I have an application at this moment from a school in Germany
of this kind." And she turned to a large ledger on the table.
Ella's face for the first time expressed perplexity and misgiving. "No
salary," she said to herself. "Well, after all I have clothes enough to
last a good while and the great thing is to get something settled." She
turned abruptly to Mrs Ward.
"I will accept that situation," she said. "I am eager to be settled.
Can I go at once?"
Fraulein Braune gave an exclamation.
"My dear Miss Ella!" she said.
"Things of this kind are not settled quite so quickly, my dear young
lady," said Mrs Ward with a smile. "However I will write about it at
once, and you can stay here till I get an answer. But--you in the
meantime must get your parents' leave. You are not of age and I could
not take the responsibility of sending you away anywhere unauthorised by
them."
Ella looked very blank.
"I mean to tell them when I am settled," she said. "I--I did not want
to do so before."
"You must think it over," said Mrs Ward. "In the meantime I will write
the letter. Now, Fraulein Braune, you know the house. Tea will be
ready in a few minutes. Will you take Miss St Quentin up stairs to
Number 5: it is the only unoccupied room, and when you hear the bell
ring please come down to the dining-room for tea."
Ella followed Fraulein Braune up stairs in silence; she looked grave and
perplexed and the kind woman's heart was touched. But she thought it
best and wisest to leave the girl to her own reflections. It was not
till the next morning, when her friend was about to leave, that anything
was said.
"I have been thinking it all over," Ella began.
"I see it is no use trying to keep my plans a secret, and after all it
will not make much difference, as I always meant to write home
eventually. But I don't want to write myself, just yet. If it is not
asking too much, Fraulein, will you be so kind as to see my father or my
sister as soon as you go back to Coombe and tell them where I am, what I
intend, so that they can write to Mrs Ward and satisfy her? I don't
think there will be any difficulty; certainly not with my sister, and my
father will probably be so angry, that he won't care what I do. You can
see for yourself that they are not anxious about me, or they would have
done something."
Fraulein Braune could scarcely gainsay this. She was too experienced
not to know that nothing would have been easier than to trace Ella by
this time had her friends cared to do so.
"Will you see them for me, dear Fraulein?" Ella repeated.
Fraulein Braune was only too delighted to do so, and to free herself
from the responsibility which was very heavy upon her. But to Ella she
felt it was wiser not to express her satisfaction too strongly; any
approach to "crowing over" the girl might still be fatal in its results.
"Certainly I will see them. I shall go out to Coombesthorpe to-morrow
morning. I would go this evening but I fear it will be too late."
"Oh I wouldn't think of going to-night," said Ella, with a little smile.
"They are not uneasy. It is for my own sake I ask you to go soon. I
am so anxious to have it all settled about this place in Germany." Mrs
Ward was well pleased to learn from Fraulein Braune what had been
arranged between her and Ella.
"They will never let her go to Germany," said the matron. "It would be
almost a scandal--people in such a position as theirs."
Fraulein Braune shook her head.
"I don't know I'm sure," she replied. "It does not seem as if they
cared for her. I do not know much of the private relations of the
family--Ella is not an indiscreet girl and has not told me more than was
necessary. But I do not think they can care for her, and perhaps they
will let her go as a sort of punishment."
"Ah, well, we shall see," said Mrs Ward. Her position had brought her
in contact with many curious phases of family life.
The day dragged on slowly for Ella. She had nothing to do and for a
great part of the time no one to speak to, for of the dozen or so
governesses, young or old, at present domiciled in the "Home," a
proportion was engaged as daily teachers and the rest were busy running
about to see or be seen with a view to finding situations. It was not
till the afternoon that Ella, on re-entering the neat chilly-looking
drawing-room found a temporary companion. This was a girl of two or
three-and-twenty, whose pleasant, sensible face had already struck Ella
agreeably. She was knitting busily, but looked up with a smile when the
young stranger appeared.
"You must be rather dull, here," she said. "It is all very well when
one is busy, but I could not stand it for long if I were not so. It is
weeks since I have had a quiet, lazy afternoon."
"Then have you been here long?" Ella inquired. "Some months. I was
fortunate in getting a daily engagement which has enabled me to save a
little. So now I am going to Switzerland. I have never had a chance of
speaking French, but I could not have gone without any money, you see."
"Won't you get a salary then?" said Ella.
The girl shook her head.
"Not the first year, and I'm not sure that I shall want to stay a
second. A friend of mine has a girls' school, and if I can speak French
well she may be able to find work for me with her."
"But should you like that as well as being abroad?" said Ella, opening
her eyes. "I think Switzerland is so charming. I've been there a good
deal."
"Ah, yes--travelling or visiting there is charming no doubt. But to be
a governess is very different. One has to put up with a good deal in
such cases, but of course when it is a question of acquiring the
language, one doesn't mind anything, does one?"
"I can't say," replied Ella rather loftily. "I can speak French quite
well. I don't care about going abroad on that account."
She rather resented the "rowing in the same boat" tone of her new
acquaintance.
"Oh, I thought some one said you were going to Germany--to Wahlbrunn, I
know about the place--_au pair_, as they say."
"Perhaps I am," said Ella dryly. Her companion glanced at her half
curiously. She could not quite "make her out."
"I wonder you go abroad if you don't care about the language," she said.
"You'll have to rough it you may be sure, and I don't fancy you'll like
that."
"I dare say not, but that part of it can't be helped," said Ella smiling
a little. "But it won't be worse for me than for others."
"I don't know that," the girl replied. "You look as if you had had a
nice home and all that kind of thing. I've never had a home; I was an
orphan as a baby--that makes a difference."
"My mother died when I was three years old--_that_ makes a difference,"
said Ella. Her companion nodded her head as if to say she "understood,"
and a picture of a harsh and unloving stepmother turning this pretty
young creature out of her home crossed her mind's eye. But she was too
delicate-minded to ask any questions, and the conversation drifted off
to less personal subjects. The girl was leaving England the next day;
Ella never saw her again, but her words had left their impression. It
was with a little shiver that lying awake in the middle of the night she
recalled them. "Roughing it," what might that not mean? Rough words
and looks and tones, as well as more practical physical discomfort--
nobody to care about her, whether she were happy or miserable--nobody to
love her--"and I have so longed to be loved," thought Ella. "But except
poor aunty, and--yes, I believe my godmother does love me, or _did_, she
will probably give me up in disgust now--except those two I hardly think
any one _has_ ever really loved me. Oh, Madelene, if you had only been
a _little_ loving, I would have turned to you now and--perhaps if I had
been able to confide in you I would not have been so easily taken in by
_him_, by his manner, which meant nothing when I thought it meant
everything. For Madelene was wise--she did warn me; if only she had
cared for me a little. But it is too late now. Such as it was, it
_was_ my home, but I have thrown it away. What would that poor girl
think if she could see it? Fancy her never having had any home--"
Ella's pillow was wet with tears the next morning when she woke. She
dreaded and yet hoped for a letter--but there was none. Mrs Ward
noticed her anxious face.
"There has hardly been time for an answer from Fraulein Braune," she
said kindly, though in her heart not sorry that the girl was beginning
to realise the full bearing of her rash step. "You would be the better
for a little air, I think. Would you not like to go out?"
Ella glanced down the long breakfast-table.
"Is there any one who could go with me, do you think?" she asked
timidly. Mrs Ward looked up rather sharply.
"Are you afraid of going out alone?" she said. "You must get used to
it, my dear. You will never get on if you are so dependent."
"I am not _afraid_," replied Ella, growing very red as she spoke. "But
it is just that I have never had to go out alone."
"Ah, well--perhaps I can get some one to go with you for once. But you
know we are all very busy people here."
She spoke to one of the elder ladies, who undertook to accompany Ella.
For Mrs Ward felt it right to take special care of the girl in her
peculiar position. Yet she knew that it was well for her to have the
practical side of the future she had chosen brought home to her. "If
her people really care for her," thought Mrs Ward, "they can easily get
her to go home again. She is tiring of it already."
But she scarcely understood the character she had to deal with.
Ella went out with Miss Lister, and though the walk was only to a music
shop where her companion had to choose a large selection of "pieces" for
her pupils, and though the day was so cold and gloomy as to suggest
impending fog, the mere fact of being out of doors and walking quickly
raised her impressionable spirits again. She was in a decidedly less
conciliatory mood than before going out, and it was with a heightened
colour and resolutely compressed lips that she received the
parlour-maid's announcement that a lady had come to see her, and was
waiting in the drawing-room.
"Madelene, no doubt," thought Ella with a rush of curiously mingled
feeling, among which considerably to her own surprise she was conscious
that there vibrated a thrill of something very like delight.
"Do I care for her, after all?" she thought. But before she had time to
answer the question, other sensations followed. Madelene had come to
urge her return, Madelene who knew, or at least suspected the root of
her bitterest suffering; Madelene who had planned and schemed for Ermine
regardless of the poor little half-sister! Ella hardened her heart.
"No," she thought, "I will not go home. No. She may beg and pray me to
do so, I will not. Not at least for a long, long time, till I have got
accustomed to it all--to Ermine and Philip--or at least till I have
learnt to hide what I feel. And when they see how firm I am they will
have to give in and let me go to that German place. I don't care what
it is or how rough it is if only I can get away."
She looked and felt cool and determined enough, as, after a moment's
pause outside the drawing-room door, she turned the handle and entered.
Only the two bright red spots on her cheeks betrayed any inward
disturbance.
"Madelene," she began at once, before her eyes had taken in any details
of the figure that rose from the sofa at the sound of the door opening.
But in an instant she stopped, the words on her lips died away as a keen
dart of disappointment sped through her.
"No, no, my darling, not Madelene. Only your poor old auntie," and in a
moment she was enfolded in Mrs Burton's embrace. "Oh, Ella, my dear, I
have been so miserable about you ever since Sir--ever since your sister
sent to me! Oh, my child, you see how it has ended. Why did you leave
me as you did? All might have been happy and peaceful. Mr Burton's
heart is really such a kind one--it is only manner, my dear. You will
get to see it is only manner, I can assure you--"
But Ella calmly disengaged herself from Mrs Burton, with an
unreasonable feeling of irritation and impatience.
"I thought it was Madelene," she said. "I thought--"
"You were nervous about meeting her, my darling. Of course it was only
natural. She has never understood you--that is clear. But it is all
going to be happy now; you will see--all's well that ends well, you know
Ellie."
"Have they sent you for me? Do they want me to go home?" she exclaimed.
"For I--I had reason for what I did--I am not a child. I cannot
consent to go back--I--"
"No, no, of course not. How could you wish to go back, where I can see
and feel you have been so misunderstood and unhappy? Oh, no, dear, you
may make your mind quite easy on that score. You don't think your poor
auntie would have come on such an errand--to persuade you to go back to
prison again, for prison indeed it must have been. Oh, no, even
Madelene saw that--there was no question of your returning there."
No question of her returning there! She had cut the bonds then only too
effectually--a sharp, yet chill pain seemed for an instant to take the
girl's breath away.
"They don't want me back again, then?" she said. And then without
giving her aunt time to speak, she answered her question herself. "No,
of course not--how could they? I heard it with my own ears; they wanted
to be rid of me."
But the last few words were too low for her aunt to catch.
"How could they indeed, knowing how unhappy they had made you, my
darling?" said Mrs Burton. "No, no, _I_ would never have come on such
an errand!"
Ella looked up.
"Then did they not send you? How did you know? I don't understand,"
she said in a dull, bewildered way. "I am tired, I think, aunty, and
the not expecting to see you, you know. Please tell me all about it; I
will sit here quietly and listen."
"My darling," Mrs Burton repeated, possessing herself of Ella's hand as
she spoke. It lay passive in her grasp for a minute or two, but before
long the girl managed to draw it away.
"Tell me, aunt, please," she repeated. "I have got out of those petting
sort of ways, I suppose," she said to herself. "I wish aunt Phillis
wasn't quite so caressing."