Guardian and ward -- Fiction; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction; Love stories
"Strange how cold it is just before day," said Garstang, leading the way
up the steps, glancing sharply to right and left the while. The next
moment a latch-key had opened the ponderous door, and they stood in a
great hall dimly seen to be full of shadow, till Garstang struck a
match, applied it beneath a glass globe, and revealed the proportions of
the place, which were ample and set off by rich rugs, and old oak
presses full of blue china, while here and there were pictures which
looked old and good.
"Welcome home, my child," said Garstang, with tender respect. "It looks
gloomy now, but you are tired, faint, and oppressed with trouble. This
way."
He led the girl to a door at the foot of a broad staircase, opened it,
entered the room, and once more struck a match, to apply it to a couple
of great globes held up by bronze figures on the great carved oak
mantelpiece, and as the handsome, old-fashioned room lit up, he stopped
and applied a match to the paper of a well-laid fire, which began to
burn briskly, and added the warmth and glow of its flames and the cheery
crackle of the wood to the light shed by the globes.
"There," he continued, drawing forward a great leather-covered easy
chair to the front of the fire, "take off your hat, but keep your cloak
on till the room gets warmer. It will soon be right."
She obeyed, trying to be firm, but her hands trembled a little as she
glanced at her strange surroundings the while, to see that the room was
heavily but richly furnished, much of the panelled oak wall being taken
up by great carved cabinets, full of curious china, while plates and
vases were ranged abundantly on brackets, or suspended by hooks wherever
space allowed. These relieved the heaviness of the thick hangings about
a stained-glass window and over the doors, lying in folds upon the thick
Persian carpet, while as the fire burned up a thousand little
reflections came from the glaze of china, and wood polished as bright as
hands could make it.
"You did not know I was quite a collector of these things, my dear. I
hope you will take an interest in them by-and-by. But to begin with,
let me say this--that I hope you will consider this calm old house your
sanctuary as well as home, that you are its mistress as long as you
please, and give your orders to the servants for anything that seems to
be wanting."
"You are very good to me, Mr Garstang," faltered Kate, who felt that
the vague terror from which she had suffered was dying away.
"Good? Absurd! Now, then, you will not mind being left alone for a few
minutes? I am going to awaken my housekeeper and her daughter. Rather
an early call."
As he spoke a great clock over the mantelpiece began to chime musically,
and was followed by the hour in deep, rich, vibrating tones.
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