“PRIZE-DAY COMES IN A MONTH.”
The next day at breakfast Kitty began to talk of the lost key.
“It is most provoking,” she said. “What shall we do without having our
orderly-book properly signed? I cannot find the key anywhere.”
“I have spoken to the servants,” interrupted Nora, “and they have
searched mother’s room, and even taken up the rugs and shaken them. I
know for a positive fact,” she added, “that neither Kitty nor I took
the key from mother’s room.”
“What did I hear you say about the orderly-book?” asked Captain
Richmond.
“Why, Uncle Peter, how funny of you, and what a peculiar expression
your eyes have! The orderly-book is locked up in the Sheraton
chiffonier; and we cannot get it from a locked drawer, can we?”
“No, unless we break the lock or find that the drawer is already
open.”
“But it can’t be; mother always kept it locked, and when she gave us
the key she spoke about its being locked.”
“She _thought_ she locked it,” said Captain Richmond; “but as a
matter of fact I found it open. I read the orderly-book last night.”
There was something very grave in his tone, and Kitty stopped talking
and stared at him with knitted brows. Nora went calmly on pouring out
tea. Augusta got very red, and as she helped herself to a piece of
toast her hand trembled; while Nancy, with her wide-open, innocent
dark eyes, looked full into the Captain’s face.
He did not return Nancy’s gaze.
“I hope we have all been good enough soldiers to satisfy you, Uncle
Peter,” said Kitty. “You won’t tell us what you think, will you?”
“No,” he answered—“not now; prize-day comes in a month.”
“Oh, Uncle Pete, what shall we do on prize-day? We must have a gay
time.”
“The prizes will be given in the evening. The greatest prize—the
Royal Cross—will be presented with the others. But do not ask me to
tell you any more; that would be giving myself away.”
He got up as he spoke and left the room. When he got to the hall he
stood still for a moment, raised his hand, and pushed his short, crisp
hair up on his head. He then turned in the direction of the
drawing-room. There was a very wide and spacious hall to the Fairleigh
house. The dining-rooms opened into one end, the great drawing-room,
the library, and morning-room into the other. Captain Richmond
strolled now through the big drawing-room. The French windows were
wide open; the sunlit lawn blazed outside. The sun-blinds had been
already drawn down, and the cool effect of the room itself compared to
the heat on the lawn was most refreshing. Captain Richmond opened the
drawer of the chiffonier and examined it carefully. His practised eye
easily detected the marks of a tool which had forced the lock. He saw
also that the lock itself was poor and of a very simple make. He
pushed the drawer in and sat down by the window. Who could possibly
have meddled with the lock? He took up the newspaper, opened it, and
pretended to read it, but in reality his thoughts were far from the
news of the day. He continued wondering over the open drawer, over the
lost key, and most of all did his thoughts puzzle over the
orderly-book itself.
Nancy, whom he had trusted, had failed him; she had been guilty of the
sin of all others most terrible and grave in his eyes—the sin of
cruelty. That gentle, kind, and loving child guilty of so grave a
fault! He could scarcely believe it.
Just at this juncture in his thoughts the door opened and Augusta came
in. Augusta was in reality very nervous and troubled, and she had come
now, as she expressed it, to take the bull by the horns.
“Well, Uncle Peter,” she said; and she chose a seat opposite to that
in which the Captain was sitting. “Oh, how hot it is outside,” she
continued, “and how beautifully cool here! I have brought my knitting.
I am making a tie for you, Uncle Peter. May I work here while you read
the paper?”
“Of course, Augusta; just as you like,” answered Captain Richmond.
Augusta took her work from its bag and began slowly to knit. Presently
she dropped a stitch, which caused her to utter an exclamation of
annoyance.
“What is it?” said the Captain; and he flung down his newspaper and
looked at her.
“I have dropped a stitch in my knitting. But it doesn’t matter; Nancy
will find it for me by-and-by.”
“Has Nancy such good sight?”
“Yes. My eyes ache very often. And Nancy is very good-natured; she
always does what I ask her.”
The Captain looked both pleased and relieved.
“You have found Nancy good-natured?” he asked.
“He is thinking of the report in the orderly-book,” Augusta thought to
herself. “I won’t do poor little Nancy more harm than I can help.”
“Nan is certainly good-natured,” she said aloud.
“I am glad you like her,” continued the Captain; and he sighed a very
little as he spoke.
Augusta fiddled with her knitting. After a time she looked up.
“As we are quite by ourselves, may I speak to you?” she said suddenly.
“Why, of course, Gussie. What is it?”
“Well, you know that father and mother are away?”
“So my sister-in-law has told me.”
“And I am their only child, and I feel being parted from my parents
very much.”
“Of course you do,” said the Captain; and he looked with sudden
interest at Augusta. Hitherto he had not admired her in any way. “When
will your parents be back?” he asked.
“Next year; and when they come back they are going to send me to
Paris.”
“To Paris! What for?”
“Oh, Uncle Peter, don’t you know? To be educated—to be finished—to
get Parisian French and Parisian deportment and dancing, you know, and
all the rest.”
“I am afraid I do not know, Augusta. I am unacquainted with any young
ladies who have been educated in the French capital. I have no
particular love for the French ways. You see, I am an Englishman to
the backbone.”
“But I shall still be an English girl even if I have got a little bit
of French polish. Besides, it will so please father and mother! If I
go it will be because”—— Here she dimpled and smiled and looked full
at the Captain.
“Because of what?”
“Because of you, Uncle Peter.”
“Now I do fail to understand you. What on earth can I have to do with
it?”
“You have a great deal more to do with it than you can guess. If my
marks are very good—particularly my marks as regards conduct—I shall
go. And, oh, I am so anxious to go! And if by any chance I could win
the Royal Cross, then indeed I should be safe.”
“And suppose you did win it, would that be your object?”
“Oh! besides that there would be many others; but that too. Can you
blame me, Uncle Peter? It would so please my parents!”
“No, I cannot blame you, Augusta; and, without giving myself away in
any manner, I may as well say that you have at least as good a chance
as the others.”
“Have I indeed? Have I truly? Oh, how very happy you have made me!”
“Continue to behave well, Augusta, and nobody knows what will happen.”
He rose as he spoke.
“I am bound,” he thought, “after the excellence of Augusta’s marks, to
give her that much encouragement, but surely never before was there
man so disappointed.—I am going into the woods,” he said aloud.
“Good-bye for the present.”
“Oh! one word, please, before you go. What do you say to our walking
through the woods and having a gipsy tea there this afternoon?”
“If your cousins like it, Augusta, I am quite agreeable. Do you prefer
the woods to the seashore?”
“Yes; it will be so very hot on the sands to-day,” said Augusta.
“I am, as I said, at your disposal.”
The Captain strolled away, and the moment he had gone Augusta flew to
the chiffonier, pulled open the drawer, and looked at it.
“Any one can see that it has been tampered with,” she said to herself.
“I am certain by his manner that he has discovered it. But one thing
at least is clear—he has not the remotest suspicion of me.—Oh Nancy,
what are you doing here?”
“I thought Uncle Pete was here,” said Nancy, who had entered the room
and looked with disappointed eyes all over it; “Kitty said he was, and
I wanted to talk to him. What are you doing by that drawer, Gussie? Is
it not very strange that it should be open—that Aunt Jessie left it
unlocked?”
[Illustration: “What are you doing by that drawer, Gussie?”]
“Solve the mystery if you can, Nancy,” said Augusta, quite vexed at
being discovered. “But if you want your darling Captain, he has just
strolled through the woods.”
“Of course I want him,” replied Nancy; “I love him so much.”
She ran out of the open window, and was soon seen flitting across the
lawn in the direction of the cool and sheltered woods. Captain
Richmond was not far off. Nancy called his name, and he whistled to her
to come to him. She ran quickly to his side.
“It is so lovely to have you here!” she exclaimed. “And, oh, Uncle
Pete, I _have_ tried! It has been very hard, but I have tried.”
Her eyes were raised to his face. There were dimples in her cheeks and
smiles round her lips.
“What a face!” thought the Captain. “Angelic is the only word for it.
And yet, my eyes cannot deceive me—she is a hypocrite;” and in spite
of himself he shook off the loving hand which touched his arm, and
began to talk quickly of indifferent matters.
For a moment a cold, curious sensation visited Nancy’s heart, but it
soon passed off! She was so sympathetic that she could throw herself
with zest and interest into almost any conversation. Notwithstanding
his grief and displeasure, the Captain could not help confiding in
her, telling her some of his own worries, and laughing when she gave
childish but practical advice.
“I am so excited about the prize!” she said as the two presently
returned to the house. “I don’t believe I have any chance of getting
the Royal Cross, but I have tried for it.”
“Have you indeed, Nancy?”
“Yes, Uncle Pete. Why do you look at me with such a sad face? Do you
think I would not try?”
“I always thought you would try,” he answered. “But remember, it is a
cross _for valour_. Do you know what that means?”
“Bravery,” said Nancy.
“I think it means rather more than ordinary bravery. It needs both a
tender and gallant heart to really aspire to valour; it needs a rare
unselfishness. I want you all to forget the prize in the joy of
attaining to it. It is the attainment that really matters; the prize
in itself is but a symbol.”
“Yes,” said Nancy gravely, “but the symbol testifies to the
attainment.”
“What a serious subject for a little girl!” said the Captain.
Nancy’s eyes were full of tears.
“Sometimes it is rather hard for me,” she said, “but when you are here
I can do almost anything.”
“Is it possible that that child can be cruel?” thought the Captain
after she had left him. “It certainly seems inconceivable; and yet
Jessie would not have put such a mark in the orderly-book for nothing.
If there is a very capable, careful, and trustworthy person it is my
sister-in-law. And she loves Nancy, too; she would not act so to her
unless there were some very grave reason. Poor little girl, when did
everything fail and the great crash come? She doesn’t look a bit like
it.”
At early dinner the four girls and the Captain were, to all
appearance, in the highest spirits; and soon afterwards they started
on their expedition to the woods.
Augusta had now fully and absolutely made up her mind to obtain the
Royal Cross, and for this reason she was determined to show to the
utmost advantage in Captain Richmond’s eyes.
It was arranged they were to have their gipsy tea in a part of the
pine-woods about two miles away from the house. This part was just
above the seashore. The place of rendezvous was not only sheltered
from the rays of the sun, but freshened by the sea-breezes.
The picnic basket was packed, and the kettle, spirit-lamp, &c. were
put into another basket.
“Come,” said the Captain, seizing the heavy basket and striding
forward; “you girls must take turns in carrying the edibles.”
“I will carry the basket first,” said Augusta.
She dragged it out of Nancy’s hands, who gave it up in some
astonishment, for, as a rule, the office of carrying Augusta’s things
devolved upon her. Having secured the basket, Augusta ran forward and
joined Captain Richmond. The three other girls walked together behind.
Augusta’s heart beat hard, for not only had she to play the part of a
good and unselfish girl for the Captain’s benefit, but she was looking
forward to meeting her fascinating friends, the Asprays, and their
delightful companion, Mr. Archer. What would happen when the meeting
took place she must leave to circumstances.
But she was quite resolved that if it lay within the realm of
possibility she would get the Captain to admire her friends and to let
them join their picnic party. By-and-by Kitty ran up to her.
“Come, give me the basket now, Augusta,” she said; “you are looking
very hot and red in the face. Nancy and I will carry it between us.”
“No, thank you,” said Augusta, “I don’t feel its weight at all, and
you are so pale it would tire you to carry it. Leave it to me,” she
added. “I really like it; I assure you I do.”
“Then leave her the basket by all means,” said the Captain. “It is
such a pity to take from us what we like, particularly when we are
doing a service to others.”
Augusta could not be quite sure whether Uncle Peter was laughing at
her or not. But in another moment a sudden bend in the road
effectually diverted her thoughts, for coming to meet them were the
two Aspray girls, looking remarkably pretty in white embroidered
dresses and big shady hats; and walking between the two girls was a
tall young man of about two-and-twenty years of age. The moment Flora
Aspray saw Augusta she gave a shout of welcome, and rushing to meet
her, kissed her with great _empressement_.
“How very nice!” she said. “Oh, so you are all here! Now I do think
this is a rare piece of luck. Let me introduce Mr. Archer.”
“Captain Richmond, this is my friend, Flora Aspray; and this is my
other friend, Constance Aspray,” said Augusta.
The Captain talked to the two girls in a polite and pleasant fashion;
Mr. Archer began to notice Augusta; and the three girls from behind
came and joined the group. In a very short time, no one quite knew
how, the Asprays and Mr. Archer found themselves invited to join the
Richmond party. They now all turned in a mass and walked in the
direction where the picnic was to take place.