A Double Knot Part 8

Clotilde turned her head away, and gave her teeth an angry snap as she went on rapidly dressing, while the new arrival poured out half a tumbler of a dark-brown fluid from the jug, after giving the said jug a twirl round to amalgamate its contents. This tumbler was handed to Clotilde.

"I'm not ready, nurse," she said pettishly; "leave it on the table, and we'll take it. We shall be down directly."

"I don't go till I can tell your aunts that every drop's taken," said the woman st.u.r.dily. "I know your tricks, making Miss Ruth drink it all.

Both of you did last time."

"Did Ruth dare to say we did?" cried Marie sharply.

"No, she didn't, miss, so don't you go in a pet."

"Then how could you tell?" cried Clotilde.

"How could I tell, big baby?" said the woman scornfully; "why, wouldn't three doses make her ill?"

"I don't know. Ugh! filthy stuff!" said Clotilde, taking the tumbler, drinking off the brown draught, and shuddering afterwards. She set down the gla.s.s, which was, after another flourish of the white jug, the spoon being held captive by the woman's thumb, half filled again.

"Now, Miss Marie."

Marie made a grimace, and drank her portion in turn, after which Ruth swallowed hers with the patience and long-suffering of custom.

"Now, Miss Clotilde," said the woman, picking out something dark from the bottom of the jug with the spoon, "here's your prune."

This was held out in the spoon, and it was ludicrous to see the handsome, womanly girl open her ruddy lips to admit the brown swollen morsel, a similar process being gone through with Marie and Ruth.

"There, children, don't make such a fuss about it," said the woman.

"It's lucky for you that you've got aunties who take such care of you.

Pretty skins and complexions you'd have if you weren't looked after, and when you grow up, if you're wise, you'll treat yourselves just the same.

Now then, make haste down."

This was uttered as she left the room and closed the door, after which Clotilde waited till her steps were inaudible, when she stamped with both her feet, and ground her teeth like an angry child.

"Oh, oh, oh!" she cried. "The disgusting, filthy stuff. I'm sick of it all, 'Rie. I'll run away with the first man who asks me, even if he's a sweep. I hate it; I hate everything; I hate myself, and won't submit any longer. We're not children, and I won't have it. Where's our spirit, that we don't rebel?"

"Where could we go? What could we do?" replied Marie. "It's horrible.

How could we bear it all these weary years?"

She clasped her hands, and threw herself into her chair, rocking herself to and fro, while Ruth crept softly to her side, and placed her blonde face against the riper, rounder cheek of her cousin.

It was a mute way of showing her sympathy, and Marie felt it to be so, for she turned quickly and kissed her just as the loud jangle of a large hand-bell was heard from below, and Clotilde returned from the open window.

"Come down, girls," she said bitterly; "there's the bell. Old Markes didn't see the broken gla.s.s. Go on, Ruthy, and let's get prayers over, or you'll be afraid to tell that fib."

The bell was still clanging as the three girls went down the one flight of stairs contained in their aunts' share of the private apartments at Hampton Court, at the bottom of which stairs a tall, thin young man, in a striped jacket, was frantically swinging the noisy instrument to and fro--having to stop, though, to allow the young ladies to pa.s.s, when he set down the bell with a clang upon the hearth-stoned floor in a dark corner, fiercely dragged a form from under the stairs, and carried it into the dining-room.

It was a brilliant morning in May, but the one window of that dark room received none of the sunshine, for it looked north, over a festive-looking yard or quadrangle, whose stones were mossy and green, kept comfortably damp by their proximity to a basin of water, out of which spurts of water rose from what looked like pieces of black gas-pipe; while three bloated gold and two silver fish swam solemnly round and round, gaping placidly, and staring with apoplectic eyes upwards at the strange phenomenon of what must have seemed to them like a constant shower of rain.

The room was lofty, and panelled in regular compartments, all painted a pale drab, as were also the sides of the floor where the well-worn, indescribable-patterned carpet did not reach; and over this painted portion chair-legs gave uncomfortable scroops.

It was a depressing room, without a particle of ornament, and would have produced indigestion in the healthiest subject. There was a circular sideboard at one end, upon which stood a solemn-looking lamp, whose globe made a dismal boom like a funeral knell when it was removed.

Twelve spindly-legged chairs covered with chintz of a washed-out material stood stiffly against the walls, and there were two uneasy chairs covered with chintz and very angular in their backs on either side of the fire, where hung a pair of old-fashioned bra.s.s bellows and a worn-out telescope toasting-fork.

As the young ladies entered the room, looking as prim and demure as the chintz-covered chairs, a thin sharp cough was heard on the stairs, followed immediately by another thin sharp cough like the echo of the first, and two very tall meagre ladies entered the room.

Each was dressed in a pale washed-out fabric, with voluminous sleeves tight at the wrists, and had her grey hair in a large cl.u.s.ter of curls at the temple, the back hair being kept in place by a large tortoisesh.e.l.l comb similar in shape to the leather withers protector carried on the collar by the horses in a brewer's dray.

There was a pinched, refined air about the aspect of their faces, as if they had led ascetic lives in an aristocratic shade; and as they entered the room side by side, the young ladies approached them, and were received with an old-fashioned courtly grace such as was probably presumed to be correct within these palatial walls.

"Good-morning, aunt dear," was said to each in turn by the young ladies, in return for which a little birdlike peck of a kiss was given to each soft round face, after which there was silence, each one waiting till there was a scuffle outside, and a little angry muttering, all of which was entirely ignored by the tall, thin, pale ladies, who stood with their mitten-covered hands crossed in front of them, and their eyes cast down.

Everything was so chilly, in spite of its being a warm spring morning, that the advent of a very old and battered but very hot bronze urn seemed quite to send a glow through the room as it was whisked in by the thin young man and placed upon the table, to hurry out and return directly with a crockery toast-rack, full of thin, dry husks of mortified half-burned bread.

Meanwhile, Sister Philippa unlocked a tea-caddy, while Sister Isabella let some hot water run into the pot, and poured it out into the pale blue-and-white cups.

Two caddy-spoonfuls were then placed in the pot, which was duly filled, and Sister Philippa said with grave austereness:

"My dears, will you take your places?"

Then in utter silence the three girls came to the table, and partook with their aunts of the very thin tea, sweetened with no liberal hand, while the bread-and-b.u.t.ter looked untempting and stale.

This went on for some few minutes, every act in connection with the breakfast being performed with scrupulous attention to etiquette, as taught in the highest old-fashioned circles.

"May I give you a little more tea, Clotilde?"

"Will you have the goodness to pa.s.s the bread-and-b.u.t.ter, Marie?"

"Ruth, I will trouble you, my dear, for the dry toast."

After awhile Sister Philippa started an enlivening conversation on the number of drawing-rooms that were held by her late Majesty Queen Adelaide at which they were present as girls, Sister Isabella being of our opinion that the Court dresses of that period of history were much more modest, refined and graceful than those of to-day.

Sister Philippa agreed to this, and with her agreement the breakfast came to an end.

"We will take our morning's walk, my dears, at once, as it is fine,"

said Sister Philippa. "Will you go and dress?"

"Yes, aunt," was chorused, and the young ladies rose, curtsied, and retired backwards from the room, to ascend to their chamber, through which Ruth had to proceed to get into the cupboard which held her bed and a small chest of drawers.

The moment they were inside the room, Clotilde rushed into the middle, gritting her teeth together and clenching her fists.

"Oh-h-h!" she exclaimed, with a cry of suppressed pa.s.sion, "I can't bear it. I shall go mad."

Then with a bound she dashed to the bed, striking at it and seizing the pillow in her teeth.

Marie got rid of her suppressed vitality by fiercely seizing Ruth by the shoulders, shaking her angrily, and then, as if repenting, catching her about the waist, and waltzing her round the room.

"Oh, Clo! it's horrible," she cried, loosing Ruth to seize her sister.

"Get up, and let's quarrel or fight, or do something. I can't--I won't--I shan't--I will not bear it. It's like being mummies in a tomb."

Clotilde turned round, and let herself sink upon the floor, with her head leaning back against the bed, biting the counterpane and twisting it viciously with her hands.