I wished he had not come home. That was not true. I was wildly excited because he had come home. And I was looking into the future with trepidation because he would certainly be involved in it. I was fearful and yet awaiting what was to come with an intensity of feeling which I had never known before.
When David came up I pretended to be asleep.
He kissed me gently, tenderly, so as not—he thought—to wake me.
I resisted the impulse to put my arms about his neck and return his kiss. But I could not do that. I felt that if I did I might betray the inner excitement which possessed me and which he might guess had been engendered by Jonathan.
Voices in a Haunted Room
THE NEXT MORNING MY mother sent one of the grooms over to Grasslands to ask for the key of Enderby, as a prospective buyer, who was staying at Eversleigh, wished to look over it during the afternoon.
The groom came back with a message from the manager to the effect that Mrs. Trent and her grand-daughters had gone into the town and would not be back until later that morning. As he did not know where the key was he could not send it, but if we would be at Enderby at three that afternoon he would make sure that someone came to us with the key.
That was very satisfactory, said my mother.
Enderby was no more than ten minutes’ walk across country from Eversleigh, and Sophie said she would be quite happy to walk the distance; and she and Jeanne came along, with me to show them the way.
I said: “It is a big house and it will be dark soon after four, which leaves us about an hour to look round. But that will be enough for you to get an idea whether you want to think seriously about it. If you did, we could keep the key and you could browse there all through the next day. You might decide immediately that it is quite hopeless.”
“Everyone seems determined that we shall think that,” said Sophie. “But we shall make up our own minds, shan’t we, Jeanne?”
Jeanne said that that was what Mademoiselle usually did.
“Well, I shall not say a word—for or against,” I promised.
An early November afternoon was certainly not the best time to see Enderby. There was the faintest of mists in the air and little globules of moisture clung like crystal beads to the spiders’ webs festooned in large numbers on the overgrown bushes.
The house rose before us, grey, grim and ghostly, I thought. I glanced sideways at Sophie.
She was staring at it, but as her hood hid the side of her face from me, I could not tell whether she was experiencing pleasure or revulsion.
Then Mrs. Trent emerged from among the bushes; she was smiling and holding the key.
“Oh there you are Miss er… Oh it’s Mrs. now. Have to get used to that. No longer Mademoiselle de Tourville, but Mrs. Frenshaw.”
“That’s so. Thanks for bringing the key.”
Her grand-daughters came from round the side of the house.
“Good afternoon,” I said.
“Good afternoon, Mrs. Frenshaw,” said the girls.
Dorothy—Dolly—was looking at Sophie as though fascinated, and I saw that Sophie had noticed her too. There would be a fellow feeling because of their disfigurement, I guessed.
“This is the lady who is interested in the house, Mrs. Trent,” I said. “She does not speak much English. She is my mother’s half sister.”
“My word! Is she now! I’ll open the door for you. When these keys are not used often, they get hard to turn. Ah, there we are!”
The door was opened and we were in the hall. Sophie looked at Jeanne and gave a little gasp.
I stepped in with them. I had expected the Trents to go but they came in with us.
“My goodness,” said Mrs. Trent. “I’d forgotten how grand it was. Although I’ve got the key I never come in. That’s the gallery where the musicians play. We’ve heard a lot about that gallery, haven’t we?”
“Yes,” I said, and added rather pointedly: “Thank you, Mrs. Trent, it was good of you to bring the key.”
“Oh, that’s nothing. I like to have a look round myself. The girls know quite a lot about it, don’t you, girls? They’ve always been interested in this house.”
“It’s the sort of house you can be interested in,” said Evie.
I noticed again how pretty she was with her fair curling hair and dark-lashed blue eyes. She was a real beauty—or perhaps one thought so in contrast to her sister. Poor little Dolly! Her sad face fitted the house.
“It’s more exciting than Grasslands,” went on Evie.
“Oh, is it, Miss? That’s a nice way to talk about your home. I’ll take Grasslands any day. At least we haven’t got ghosts springing out round every corner.”
I wondered what the owners would think of Mrs. Trent as a custodian of their property. She was certainly not going to encourage buyers with such talk.
I said with light reproof: “It is fortunate that Mademoiselle d’Aubigné cannot understand you or she would be deterred from considering the house.”
Mrs. Trent clapped her hands over her mouth. “My big tongue! It always was a bit of a clacker.”
Evie looked embarrassed and I noticed that Dolly watched her sister all the time as though she felt insecure without her.
“There is some furniture in the place,” went on Mrs. Trent, by no means abashed. “Some of it’s supposed to be quite good. It goes with the house. Mind you, a bit of renovation would be needed.”
I walked away from her, following Jeanne and Sophie to the staircase.
“Do you want to see the rest?” I asked.
“But of course,” replied Sophie.
“There’s a loose board on the first floor,” called out Mrs. Trent. “Evie… you know where. Go up and show them.”
Evie followed Sophie and Jeanne up the staircase and Dolly went with her.
I was looking about the hall. I thought I would allow them to look round on their own and I hoped that Evie would go when she had shown them the loose board.
“The stairs are a bit much for me,” explained Mrs. Trent. She came close to me. “What do you think of my Evie?”
“She’s very attractive.”
Mrs. Trent beamed. “She is. None could deny it. I’d like her to do well for herself.” She spoke a little wistfully. “It’s not easy. People have never taken to me in these parts. They never forget. Oh, I’ve been invited here and there now and again. But it’s not the same. I want my Evie to do well. I’d like to see her mistress of some grand house… with looks like that.”
I thought that perhaps in the right environment, which meant away from her grandmother, Evie might be very attractive.
“Well, there is time to go yet,” I said.
“I wouldn’t say that. She’s sixteen, coming up to seventeen, much of a muchness with yourself. No hesitation about you. It was going to be one of them, wasn’t it? And I don’t suppose it mattered which one. They’ve both got a tidy bit coming to them.”
She really was an impossible woman.
Evie appeared at the head of the stairs.
“Did you show them the loose board?”
“Yes, Grandmamma. And I told them where they must look for others.”
“There’s a lot wants doing to this house. Where’s Dolly?”
“She was talking to the lady with the hood.”
“Can they understand each other?”
“Not very well.”
“I’ll go and see how they are getting on,” I said.
I went up the stairs, leaving Mrs. Trent and Evie in the hall. Why didn’t the woman see that she was intruding? She was ignorant and ill-bred. I wanted to tell her that she would have little hope of catching a husband for her grand-daughter if she behaved with such crudity. I found Sophie with Jeanne on the first floor.
They were going through the bedrooms there.
“They are spacious,” Jeanne was saying, “and could be made attractive.”