As she advanced toward him along the road,he remarked that she was a small wiry active woman--dressed in bright colors,combined with a deplorable want of taste.Her aquiline nose seemed to be her most striking feature as she came nearer.It might have been fairly proportioned to the rest of her face,in her younger days,before her cheeks had lost flesh and roundness.Being probably near-sighted,she kept her eyes half-closed;there were cunning little wrinkles at the corners of them.In spite of appearances,she was unwilling to present any outward acknowledgment of the march of time.Her hair was palpably dyed--her hat was jauntily set on her head,and ornamented with a gay feather.She walked with a light tripping step,swinging her bag,and holding her head up smartly.Her manner,like her dress,said as plainly as words could speak,"No matter how long I may have lived,I mean to be young and charming to the end of my days."To Alban's surprise she stopped and addressed him.
"Oh,I beg your pardon.Could you tell me if I am in the right road to Miss Ladd's school?"She spoke with nervous rapidity of articulation,and with a singularly unpleasant smile.It parted her thin lips just widely enough to show her suspiciously beautiful teeth;and it opened her keen gray eyes in the strangest manner.The higher lid rose so as to disclose,for a moment,the upper part of the eyeball,and to give her the appearance--not of a woman bent on ****** herself agreeable,but of a woman staring in a panic of terror.
Careless to conceal the unfavorable impression that she had produced on him,Alban answered roughly,"Straight on,"and tried to pass her.
She stopped him with a peremptory gesture."I have treated you politely,"she said,"and how do you treat me in return?Well!Iam not surprised.Men are all brutes by nature--and you are a man.
'Straight on'?"she repeated contemptuously;"I should like to know how far that helps a person in a strange place.Perhaps you know no more where Miss Ladd's school is than I do?or,perhaps,you don't care to take the trouble of addressing me?Just what Ishould have expected from a person of your ***!Good-morning."Alban felt the reproof;she had appealed to his most readily-impressible sense--his sense of humor.He rather enjoyed seeing his own prejudice against women grotesquely reflected in this flighty stranger's prejudice against men.As the best excuse for himself that he could make,he gave her all the information that she could possibly want--then tried again to pass on--and again in vain.He had recovered his place in her estimation:she had not done with him yet.
"You know all about the way there,"she said "I wonder whether you know anything about the school?"No change in her voice,no change in her manner,betrayed any special motive for putting this question.Alban was on the point of suggesting that she should go on to the school,and make her inquiries there--when he happened to notice her eyes.She had hitherto looked him straight in the face.She now looked down on the road.It was a trifling change;in all probability it meant nothing--and yet,merely because it was a change,it roused his curiosity."I ought to know something about the school,"he answered."I am one of the masters.""Then you're just the man I want.May I ask your name?""Alban Morris."
"Thank you.I am Mrs.Rook.I presume you have heard of Sir Jervis Redwood?""No."
"Bless my soul!You are a scholar,of course--and you have never heard of one of your own trade.Very extraordinary.You see,I am Sir Jervis's housekeeper;and I am sent here to take one of your young ladies back with me to our place.Don't interrupt me!Don't be a brute again!Sir Jervis is not of a communicative disposition.At least,not to me.A man--that explains it--a man!
He is always poring over his books and writings;and Miss Redwood,at her great age,is in bed half the day.Not a thing do I know about this new inmate of ours,except that I am to take her back with me.You would feel some curiosity yourself in my place,wouldn't you?Now do tell me.What sort of girl is Miss Emily Brown?"The name that he was perpetually thinking of--on this woman's lips!Alban looked at her.
"Well,"said Mrs.Rook,"am I to have no answer?Ah,you want leading.So like a man again!Is she pretty?"Still examining the housekeeper with mingled feelings of interest and distrust,Alban answered ungraciously:
"Yes."
"Good-tempered?"
Alban again said "Yes."
"So much about herself,"Mrs.Rook remarked."About her family now?"She shifted her bag restlessly from one hand to another.
"Perhaps you can tell me if Miss Emily's father--"she suddenly corrected herself--"if Miss Emily's parents are living?""I don't know."
"You mean you won't tell me."
"I mean exactly what I have said."
"Oh,it doesn't matter,"Mrs.Rook rejoined;"I shall find out at the school.The first turning to the left,I think you said--across the fields?"He was too deeply interested in Emily to let the housekeeper go without putting a question on his side:
"Is Sir Jervis Redwood one of Miss Emily's old friends?"he asked.
"He?What put that into your head?He has never even seen Miss Emily.She's going to our house--ah,the women are getting the upper hand now,and serve the men right,I say!--she's going to our house to be Sir Jervis's secretary.You would like to have the place yourself,wouldn't you?You would like to keep a poor girl from getting her own living?Oh,you may look as fierce as you please--the time's gone by when a man could frighten me.Ilike her Christian name.I call Emily a nice name enough.But 'Brown'!Good-morning,Mr.Morris;you and I are not cursed with such a contemptibly common name as that!'Brown'?Oh,Lord!"She tossed her head scornfully,and walked away,humming a tune.
Alban stood rooted to the spot.The effort of his later life had been to conceal the hopeless passion which had mastered him in spite of himself.Knowing nothing from Emily--who at once pitied and avoided him--of her family circumstances or of her future plans,he had shrunk from ****** inquiries of others,in the fear that they,too,might find out his secret,and that their contempt might be added to the contempt which he felt for himself.In this position,and with these obstacles in his way,the announcement of Emily's proposed journey--under the care of a stranger,to fill an employment in the house of a stranger--not only took him by surprise,but inspired him with a strong feeling of distrust.He looked after Sir Jervis Redwood's flighty housekeeper,completely forgetting the purpose which had brought him thus far on the way to his lodgings.Before Mrs.Rook was out of sight,Alban Morris was following her back to the school.