The Undesirable GovernessCrawford, F. Marion (Francis Marion)
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The Undesirable Governess
Crawford, F. Marion (Francis Marion)
England -- Social life and customs -- 20th century -- Fiction; Families -- Fiction; Governesses -- Fiction
But Jocelyn and Anne said nothing, because they were so busy in helping
each other to walk. All four tramped steadily along the path for a
couple of hundred yards or more, till they brought up short before an
insurmountable obstacle that suddenly loomed up out of the dark; it was
nothing less than a stone wall, at least fifteen feet high, which
evidently enclosed the grounds, and seemed to be topped by a row of
murderous-looking split spikes. The path turned aside some twenty feet
from it, and seemed to wander away aimlessly towards the trees.
“This is an odd sort of place we’ve dropped into!” said Lady Dorothy;
and all four stood in a row and stared at the forbidding wall.
“They evidently don’t encourage trespassers,” observed Trevelyan.
“Only an idiot would waste all that money,” said Jocelyn, who was still
hard up, and momentarily looked at everything from the financial point
of view.
“I rather wish we were on the other side of it,” Anne said.
“You’ll be left waiting, dear,” answered Lady Dorothy, who adored
American slang.
“Follow the path,” Jocelyn advised. “It must lead to the house in the
end.”
There was clearly nothing else to be done, and for some minutes no sound
was heard but the regular tread of four pairs of strong shoes crunching
the fine gravel, and the swish of the driving rain, and the howling of
the wind in the trees not far off. They could still see the wall
stretching away into the gloom.
Suddenly, there were lights in the distance, and a big house loomed
against the stormy sky; an ugly, square, uninviting house, as they saw
in a few minutes, for the sight had revived their spirits, and they
walked faster. Before long they struck the drive, towards which the path
led, and across the gravelled space to the front door. Trevelyan rang,
and the others huddled round him on the steps, to get shelter from the
rain.
A footman in a quiet brown livery opened in a few moments, and they did
not notice that he seemed exceedingly surprised when he saw them;
indeed, his astonishment was altogether out of proportion to the
circumstances, for his jaw dropped, and he gasped audibly. All the four
were dazzled by the blaze of light from the vestibule, after having been
so long out of doors in the dark, and did not notice the man’s manner.
Trevelyan at once explained what brought them; and as soon as the
footman understood, he let them in, shut and locked the door, put the
key in his pocket, and went off, muttering something about the master of
the house.
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