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Then she turned from him, and as he watched her run towards home he wished he had lied to her and risked bewitchment.
CHAPTER V
The efforts of Mildred Caniper, Helen and Mrs. Samson produced a brighter polish on floors and furniture, a richer brilliance from bra.s.s, a whiter gleam from silver, in a house which was already irreproachable, and the smell of cleanliness was overcome by that of wood fires in the sitting-rooms and in Christopher where Uncle Alfred was to sleep. A bowl of primroses, brought by John from Lily Brent's garden and as yellow as her b.u.t.ter, stood on a table near the visitor's bed: the firelight cast shadows on the white counterpane, a new rug was awaiting Uncle Alfred's feet. In the dining-room, the table was spread with the best cloth and the candles were ready to be lighted.
"When we see the trap," Miriam said, "I'll go round with a taper. And we'd better light the lamp in the kitchen pa.s.sage or Uncle Alfred may trip over something when he hangs up his coat."
"There won't be anything for him to trip over," Helen said.
"How do you know? It's just the sort of accident that happens to families that want to make a good impression. We'd better do it. Where are the steps?"
"The lamp hasn't been trimmed for months, and we can't have a smell of oil. Leave it alone. The hall is so beautifully dim. Rupert must take his coat and hang it up for him."
"Very well," Miriam said resignedly; "but if Notya or John had suggested the lamp, you would have jumped at it."
"No, I should have fetched the steps."
"Oh, funny, funny! Now I'm going to dress."
"There are two hours."
"It will take me as long as that. What shall I wear? Black or red? It's important, Helen. Tell me."
"Black is safer."
"Yes, if only I had pearls. I should look lovely in black and pearls."
"Pearls," Helen said slowly, "would suit me."
"You're better without them."
"I shall never have them."
"When I've a lot of money I'll give you some."
"Thank you," Helen said.
"Because," Miriam called out when she was half way up the stairs, "I'm going to marry a rich man."
"It would be wise," Helen answered, and went to the open door.
She could hear Notya moving in her bedroom, and she wondered how a sister must feel at the approach of a brother she had not seen for many years. She knew that if she should ever be parted from John or Rupert there would be no shyness at their meeting and no effusion: things would be just as they had been, for she was certain of an affection based on understanding, and now the thought of her brothers kept her warm in spite of the daunting coldness of the light lying on the moor and the fact that doors were opening to a stranger.
She checked a little sigh and stepped on to the gravel path, rounded the house and crossed the garden to find John locking up the hen-house for the night. He glanced at her but did not speak, and she stood with her hands clasped before her and watched the swaying of the poplars. The leaves were spreading and soon they would begin their incessant whispering while they peeped through the windows of the house to see what the Canipers were doing.
"They know all our secrets," she said aloud.
John dropped the key into his pocket. "Have we any?"
"Perhaps not. I should have said our fears."
"Our hopes," he said stubbornly.
"I haven't many of those," she told him and, to hide her trouble, she put the fingers of both hands to her forehead.
"What's the matter with you? You sound pretty morbid."
"No, I'm only--careful. John, are you afraid of life?"
His eyes fell on the rows of springing vegetables. "Look at 'em coming up," he murmured. "Rather not. I couldn't grow things." He gathered up his tools and put them in the shed.
"You see," she said, "one never knows what's going to happen, but it's no good worrying, and I suppose one must just go on."
"It's the only thing to do," John a.s.sured her gravely. "Have you made yourself beautiful for the uncle?"
She pointed to an upper window smeared with light. "I have left that to Miriam, but I must go and put on my best frock."
"You always look all right," he said. "I suppose it's because your hair's so smooth."
"No," she answered, and laughed with her transforming gaiety, "it's just because I'm mediocre and don't get noticed."
He hesitated and decided to be bold. "I'll tell you something, as you're so down in the mouth. Rupert thinks you're better looking than Miriam.
There! Go and look at yourself." He waved her off, and the questions fell from her lips unuttered.
She lighted a candle and went upstairs, but when she had pa.s.sed into the dark peace of Jane and put the candle on her dressing-table, she found she needed more illumination by which to see this face which Rupert considered fair.
"Miriam will have heaps of them," she said and knocked at Phoebe's door.
"I've come to borrow a candle," she said as she was told to enter, and added, "Oh, what waste! I hope Notya won't come in."
"She can't unless I let her," Miriam answered grimly.
There were lights on the mantelpiece, on the dressing-table, on the washstand, and two in tall sticks burned before the cheval gla.s.s as though it had been an altar.
"You can take one of them," Miriam said airily.
The warm whiteness of her skin gleamed against her under-linen like a pale fruit fallen by chance on frozen snow: her hair was held up by the white comb she had been using, and this stood out at an impetuous angle.
She went nearer to the mirror.
"I've been thinking," she said, "what a lovely woman my mother must have been. Do you think I look like a Spanish dancer? Now, don't tell me you've never seen one. Take your candle and go away."
Helen obeyed and shut both doors quietly. She put the second candle beside the first and studied her pale face. She was not beautiful, and Rupert was absurd. She was colourless and rather dull, and to compare her with the radiant being in the other room was to hold a stable lantern to a star.
She turned from her contemplation and, changing grey dress for grey dressing-gown, she brushed her long, straight hair. Ten minutes later she left the room and went about the house to see that all was ready for the guest.