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"Not I. I forget everything directly. 'In at one ear, out at another,'
Digby says. But I want to be great friends with you, so do not let us quarrel about that stupid old story."
It was a relief to Salome to hear Stevens's voice calling her, and announcing that "Mrs. Loftus" was going, and Miss Wilton was to come down directly.
It seemed delightful to be left alone; and Mrs. Wilton lay back in her chair, and in the gathering twilight Salome saw she was quietly crying.
She stole up to her, and, sitting down on a low stool, said, "You were glad to see Lady Monroe, mother. She is _so_ kind."
"Yes, very kind; and I must make an effort to drive with her to-morrow, as she has asked me; but--"
"Oh yes, dear mother, you _must_ go. Aunt Anna was rather too much for you. It was a pity that they all came at once, as you have seen no one for so long."
"Yes; and it brought the past back. But I will try to be patient."
"You are patient, mother dear," Salome said.
Ada now drew near the fire, and began: "I like Louise very much. She wants me to go to Edinburgh Crescent to-morrow to play tennis in the square. May I, mother? I can walk as far as the turn to the college with Reginald."
"I think we ought to begin with the children's lessons," Salome said, "and settle down. They are getting very unruly, just because they miss Miss Barnes's hand."
"It is no use beginning in the middle of a week," Ada said; "and I suppose I may have some lessons too--music lessons I do want."
"We shall see our way in time, darling," Mrs. Wilton said; "and I must try to manage about a piano. But I think Salome is right about the children; they ought to begin regular lessons. Mrs. Pryor complains of their running so much up and down stairs. She says it wears out the carpet."
"Mrs. Pryor is a most disagreeable woman," said Ada. "I certainly do agree with Raymond that we ought to remove."
"Nonsense, Ada. Think of all the trouble over again, and all our things just settled in and unpacked."
She was interrupted by Reginald rus.h.i.+ng in from the college. He was full of life and spirit; and had found Rugby boys were thought something of, as the head-master himself and several of the a.s.sistant-masters were Rugbians. He had taken an excellent place; and, altogether, the world seemed to smile on Reginald.
Raymond followed his brother in about ten minutes, and threw himself into a chair and yawned.
"Are you very tired, dear?" asked his mother.
"I should think I was. The air of that hole in Harstone is enough to choke a fellow. I don't believe you have any idea of the stuffy air; and such dirty clerks at the desks--a set of cads!"
"One isn't a cad anyhow," said Reginald. "His brother is in my form. His name is Percival."
"Oh, I know; his coat out at elbows, and his hair like a mop. I should say he was the greatest cad of the lot."
"That I know he isn't," said Reginald hotly. "He may be shabby--for his people are poor, and there are heaps of children--but I am certain Ralph Percival's brother isn't a cad."
"You needn't put yourself out about it," Raymond said. "Not one of the clerks is anything to me. I don't speak to them."
"I daresay as you get higher in the office you will find the cla.s.s better. Mr. Warde's nephew and his two sons are in it. Uncle Loftus told me so."
"Any letters for me by the second post?" asked Raymond.
"No, dear. Whom did you expect to hear from?"
"Oh!--a friend--St. Clair. He may not have posted the letter in time."
Another yawn, and then Raymond stretched his legs out before the fire, first giving it a vigorous stir with the tongs, which came more handy than the poker, and drew a newspaper out of his pocket.
"We have had a number of visitors to-day," Ada said. "Lady Monroe, for one, with her daughter. Such a pretty, nice girl!"
"Who is Lady Monroe? and how did she find you out?"
Ada explained; and Raymond seemed interested.
"I hope you will keep up with them," he said; "and mind mother drives with Lady Monroe to-morrow."
"They are going to the south of France for the winter very soon; that is the worst of it," Ada said. "Lady Monroe went to school with mamma, and seems so fond of her."
"What a bore that they are going away! They might be useful, and ask a fellow to dinner. Who came besides?"
"Aunt Anna and the two elder girls. I like Louise very much; and Aunt Anna is really very handsome, and she does look so young."
"She patronized no end, didn't she? I am glad I was not here."
"She was very pleasant, and said she hoped to see us often."
"That 'often' means 'never,' when no day is fixed."
"I am to go to tennis to-morrow."
"Well, did anybody else come?"
"Yes; Mr. and Mrs. Atherton, the vicar of St. Luke's."
"Oh, they are certain to be slow. We didn't want them."
Salome had escaped by this time, and was in her room re-arranging her papers. Why had she been so cross to Kate? why should she be offended with her? "I will work at it whenever I get the chance," she thought. "A little at a time is better than nothing;" and taking the sheet that lay upper-most to a large box in the window, pressed the spring of a little leather ink-stand, and kneeling to catch the western light, was soon engrossed in her tale. She forgot cold, and vexation, and Raymond's conceit and selfishness, and wrote on with a smooth-nibbed "J" pen for a quarter of an hour.
Then Carl bounced in.
"Ruth Pryor has sent us in some lovely hot cakes for tea; isn't that kind?"
"Go away, dear," Salome said.
"What are you doing, Salome? Do come and read to us the life-boat story.
_Do._"
Salome sighed, gathered up her sheets, put them in the drawer, and went to her little brothers.
CHAPTER X.
A PROPOSED FLIGHT FROM THE NEST.