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Accordingly, when the party entered one of the drawing-rooms of the Towers, and Molly, looking pale and anxious, came forward, and Mrs.
Lorrimer received Susy with that gentle kindness which always characterised her, the young lady had not a word to say. She sank down on an ottoman in the centre of the room and gazed vacantly around her.
A whoop from Boris was heard outside. Annie rushed to the door to be greeted by him and the other children, and carried away in their midst.
Mrs. Lorrimer asked Susy if she would like to see over the house.
"Yes, please," replied Susy; "I have brought the tapes and measures."
She stopped, for Hester had given her a heavy frown.
"If its really inconvenient, I needn't do anything to-day," she said, sinking back into her seat.
Mrs. Lorrimer looked puzzled, and Molly opened her brown eyes very wide.
Just then there came an interruption, in the shape of two individuals who entered the drawing-room by separate doors. One of them was Jane Macalister, who carried a duster in her hand, and had a large s.m.u.t on her forehead. The other was Antonia, whose hat had fallen off, and who trailed two enormous briars behind her.
The priestess of high art and the priestess of domestic economy, met almost in the centre of the room.
"Good gracious me," exclaimed Jane Macalister, "who in the world are you, my dear, and what, in the name of all that's orderly, are you bringing those abominable briars into the house for?"
"Abominable?" exclaimed Antonia; "these briars abominable? Oh, what cra.s.s ignorance one comes across in this benighted land. My name is Antonia Bernard Temple, and I am an art student. I claim nothing higher.
I shall be an art student as long as I breathe."
"And my name is Jane Macalister," replied poor Jane, her whole face growing scarlet with vexation, "and I claim nothing higher than the love of order and decent neatness. Give me those briars, child, and don't lumber the room with such messes."
Before Antonia could utter a word of remonstrance, Jane had whipped her duster round the briars and had rushed out of the room with them.
For a moment Antonia felt inclined to pursue her; but as she was preparing to move, her large gaze was attracted by a couple of huge Chinese dragons which were reposing under one of the tables.
"Oh, you loves! you darlings! you adorables!" she shrieked. "Here, indeed, is a prize."
She made a rush to the objects of her wors.h.i.+p, and kneeling down on the floor opposite to them, whipped out her sketching materials preparatory to work.
"Tony, you must at least allow me to introduce you to Mrs. Lorrimer before you begin to sketch," said Susy, who had perfectly recovered her own equanimity in the amus.e.m.e.nt which Antonia's conduct afforded her.
"Yes, yes, anything," muttered Antonia "Oh, these dragons are a prize; they are a prize. Yes, Susy, what is it you want?"
"Get up," said Susy, "and come and be introduced."
She pulled Antonia by her sleeve, who rose in a sort of dream and approached Mrs. Lorrimer, looking like a person in a trance.
"This is my friend, Antonia Bernard Temple," exclaimed Susy, addressing Mrs. Lorrimer.
"I am glad to see you, my dear," said Mrs. Lorrimer in her sweet voice; "and I am pleased to find that you appreciate the old china."
"The dragons? Superb; Ruskinesque," exclaimed Antonia. "You don't mind if I go back to them? I must seize the opportunity of transferring them to my note book. Oh, what a heavenly room this is! Old, disorderly, worn, dim with the hue of ages. An artist might grovel in this room--grovel with delight!"
"Well, go back and grovel over the dragons," exclaimed Susy, giving her friend a playful poke.
Antonia hurried to obey. Her work instantly absorbed her; she saw nothing else.
"Isn't she killing?" exclaimed Susy, addressing poor surprised Mrs.
Lorrimer. "She's to be a sort of sister to Hester in the future; she's to live at the Grange. She's the daughter of Sir John Thornton's _fiancee_. Don't you love the word _fiancee?_ I do. Did you know that at school we called Hetty Prunes and Prism? Fancy Prunes and Prism and the Priestess together. Its almost too killing."
Mrs. Lorrimer, gentle as she was, was also the soul of quiet dignity.
She made no reply whatever to Susy's outburst with regard to Antonia, but gently led the conversation to matters of every-day interest.
"This is our largest drawing-room," she said, "but we have two others leading into it. The farthest drawing-room takes you into the dining-room, and that again into the library and morning-room. All our reception-rooms open one into the other. You will notice that they are built round the central hall, which is almost octagon in shape. I am sure you would like to see the house, and I do not at all object to showing it to you. Ah! here comes Jane Macalister. I'm sure she will have great pleasure in taking you round. Jane, dear, come here."
Jane came up at once. She still wore her s.m.u.t, but the duster was gone.
"Jane, let me introduce you to Miss Drummond. Her father is the new owner of the Towers; Miss Drummond would like to see over the house, if it would not trouble you too much to show her round."
"Trouble me," exclaimed Jane; "_that_ doesn't trouble me. Come, child, this way. I'll go in front and you can follow. This is the smaller drawing-room. It was here that Charles the Second pa.s.sed a night in the year of grace--"
"Oh, for heaven's sake," exclaimed Susy, stopping her ears, "don't go into dates; the whole thing is confusing enough without dates."
Jane favoured her with a quick, contemptuous glance.
"I shan't dream of instructing you if you don't wish it, my dear," she said. "Those who like ignorance, in ignorance they shall remain, as far as Jane Macalister is concerned. Well, then, here's a room with three windows and four walls and a ceiling and a floor. The furniture won't belong to you, so you needn't look at it. Now come on. This room we also use as a drawing-room, but _you_ needn't unless you like."
"Do stop, pray!" exclaimed Susy. "I can't rush through the place like this. You are not a Lorrimer, are you?"
"No, I'm a Macalister, of the clan of----"
"Oh, please, I don't want to hear about the clan. What I wanted to say was this, that I have got the tapes and measures in my pocket; Hester tells me I mustn't use them on account of paining the Lorrimers, but as you are not one, of course you won't mind. I see you have got carpets on all the floors."
"Yes, why not? Carpets are put on most floors--at least they used to be when I was young."
"But Antonia says that we ought to have parquetry and slippery rugs."
"And do you mean to tell me," exclaimed Jane, "that you are going to heed the words of that poor daft la.s.sie? It's nothing to me what you do, of course, but that poor girl has not got her proper wits, and if I were you I would try to follow someone with a grain of sense."
Susy laughed heartily.
"Antonia is as right as anyone else," she said "only she has a pa.s.sion for art."
"Preserve me from such a craze," exclaimed Jane. "How much longer are we to stand in the middle of this floor while we talk about tapes and measurements and that silly girl?"
"But may I measure?"
"You may do anything you please, provided you don't injure the furniture."
"And it won't hurt your feelings?"
"No, you couldn't touch 'em. I'll sit here and wait till you have done."
Jane flung herself on a hard chair as she spoke, and drawing a long stocking out of her pocket, began to knit furiously.