England -- Fiction; France -- Fiction; Governesses -- Fiction; Orphans -- Fiction
Did she take me for a wild tiger, that she made all that fuss? "I wish
to see Lady Chandos," I said, aloud.
"Then you can't see her, Miss," was the peremptory retort.
"That is, if it be agreeable to her to receive me," I continued,
resenting Hill's assumption of authority.
"But it is not agreeable, and it never can be agreeable," returned
Hill, working herself up to a great pitch of excitement. "Don't I tell
you, Miss Hereford, my lady never receives in these rooms? Perhaps,
Miss, you'll be so good as to quit them."
"At least you can take my message to Lady Chandos, and inquire
whether——"
"I can't deliver any message, and I decline to make any inquiries,"
interrupted Hill, evidently in a fever of anxiety for my absence.
"Excuse me, Miss Hereford, but you will please return by the way you
came."
Who should appear next on the scene but Lady Chandos! She came from
beyond the oak door, as Hill had done, apparently wondering at the
noise. I was thunderstruck. She looked quite well, and wore her usual
dress; but she went back again at once, and it was but a momentary
glimpse I had of her. Hill made no ceremony. She took me by the
shoulders as you would take a child, turned me towards the entrance,
and bundled me out; shutting the green-baize door with a slam, and
propping her back against it.
"Now, Miss Hereford, you must pardon me; and remember your obstinacy
has just brought this upon yourself. I couldn't help it; for to have
suffered you to talk to my lady to-day would have been almost a matter
of life or death."
"I think you are out of your mind, Hill," I gasped, recovering my
breath, but not my temper, after the summary exit.
"Perhaps I am, Miss; let it go so. All I have got to say, out of my
mind or in my mind, is this: never you attempt to enter this west wing.
The rooms in it are sacred to my lady, whose pleasure it is to keep
them strictly private. And intrusion here, after this warning, is what
would never be pardoned you by any of the family, if you lived to be
ninety years old!"
"Hill, you take too much upon yourself," was my indignant answer.
"If I do, my lady will correct me; so do not trouble your mind about
that, Miss Hereford. I have not been her confidential attendant for
sixteen years to be taught my duty now. And when I advise you to keep
at a distance from these apartments, Miss, I advise you for your own
good. If you are wise, you will heed it: ask Mr. Chandos."
She returned within the wing, and I heard a strong bolt slipped,
effectually barring my entrance, had I felt inclined to disobey her;
but I never felt less inclined for anything in my life than to do that.
Certainly her warning had been solemnly spoken.
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