Presently a wet morning came, and John took Di on an expedition to the
dungeons with torches, and afterwards over the castle. He showed her the
chapel, with its rose window and high altar, where the daughters of the
house had been married, where her namesake, Diana, had been wed to
Vernon of the Red Hand. He showed her the state-rooms with their
tapestried walls and painted ceilings. Di extorted a plaintive music
from the old spinet in the garret gallery where John's nurseries were.
Mitty came out to listen, and then it was her turn. She invited Di into
the nursery, which, in these later days, was resplendent with John's
gifts, the pride of Mitty's heart, the envy of the elect ladies of the
village. There were richly bound Bibles and church-services, and Russia
leather writing-cases, and inlaid tea-caddies, and china stands and
book-slides, and satin-lined workboxes bristling with cutlery, and
photograph frames and tea-sets--in fact, there was everything. There,
also, John's prizes were kept, for Mitty had taken charge of them for
him since the first holidays, when he had rushed up to the nursery to
dazzle her with the slim red volume, which he had not thought of showing
to his father; to which as time went on many others were added, and even
great volumes of Stuart Mill in calf and gold during the Oxford days.
Mitty showed them to Di, showed her John's little high chair by the
fire, and his Noah's ark. She gave Di full particulars of all his most
unromantic illnesses, and produced photographs, taken at her own
expense, of her lamb in every stage of bullet-headed childhood; from an
open-mouthed face and two clutching hands set in a lather of white lace,
to a sturdy, frowning little boy in a black velvet suit leaning on a
bat.
"There's the last," said Mitty, pointing with pride to a large steel
engraving of John in his heaviest expression, in a heavy gilt frame.
"That was done for the tenantry when Master John come of age." And
Mitty, in spite of a desperate attempt on John's part to divert the
conversation to other topics, went on to expatiate on that event until
John fairly bolted, leaving her in delighted possession of a new and
sympathetic listener.
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