England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Families -- Fiction; Young women -- Fiction
The reason for Moore's alarm and sudden gesture of warning to me was
still a mystery, when, as I stood motionless, awaiting I knew not what,
there reached my ears a sound which, from where he was, he had become
aware of some moments before--it was that of measured footsteps, slowly
advancing from the inner end of the long conservatory. And then I
realised my situation, and the necessity for effacing myself. I glanced
around me. Moore had evidently taken refuge behind some of the plants
inside, but I dared not follow him. Probably enough, there would only
have been room to conceal one of us in the corner he had descried; for
all I knew, he might be stretched on the ground at full length; a boy of
his size is at great advantage in such a quandary, and Moore was not one
to stick at much, at a pinch. No, less than an instant's reflection
satisfied me that I must remain out of doors, and I pressed my way
behind the greenery, at the part which appeared to me the thickest.
"There is not much fear of him or them"--for it seemed to me that the
footsteps were those of more than one person, though accompanied by the
tap of the crutch that I had heard on a previous occasion--"coming out,"
I thought. "It is getting chilly, and the cripple Mr Grey is very
delicate." And I breathed a little more freely once I felt myself
screened among the bushes; fortunately, too, my dress was dark.
Still my heart beat very much faster than usual as I heard the steps
coming nearer and nearer. By peeping out cautiously I could see two
figures at last, as they reached the open glass door and stood there.
They were those of the brothers. How I prayed that they might remain
where they were; but such was not to be the case. They halted for a
moment or two on the threshold, as if undecided whether to turn or walk
on, then, to my unspeakable consternation, they passed out along the
_tonnelle_ past the very spot which I had only just quitted a moment or
two before! Instinctively I drew myself together as if to grow as small
as possible, scarcely daring to breathe for fear of being heard.
But they were talking, as I soon perceived, and to my further
satisfaction, in absorbed though low tones--so absorbed that I question
if any little unusual sound would have caught their attention, and after
all, some slight rustling among the dripping leaves would have explained
any disturbance I might involuntarily have caused.
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