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Hester murmured a feeble assent, and the queen-cake did her so much good that she ventured to raise her crape veil and to look around her. Ah, that is much better, said the first little old lady. Come to this side of the carriage, my love; we are just going to pass through a lovely bit of country, and you will like to watch the view. Thank you, responded Hester, in a much more cheerful tone, for it was really quite impossible to keep up reserve with such a bright-looking little old lady; your queen-cakes are very nice, and I liked that one, but one is quite enough, thank you.
It is Nan who is so particularly fond of queen-cakes.
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Never mind us, dear, we have seen a great many tears—a great many. They are the way of the world. Women are born to them. Are you going to be long away from her, love? Oh, yes, for months and months, said Hester. I did not know, she added, that it was such a common thing to cry. I never used to. Quite right, my love, quite right, said Miss Agnes in a much brisker tone than her sister. We will turn the conversation now to something inspiriting. Jane is quite right, there are plenty of tears in the world; but there is also a great deal of sunshine and heaps of laughter, merry laughter—the laughter of youth, my child.
Now, I dare say, though you have begun your journey so sadly, that you are really bound on quite a pleasant little expedition. For instance, you are going to visit a kind aunt, or some one else who will give you a delightful welcome. No, said Hester, I am not. I am going to a dreadful place, and the thought of that, and parting from little Nan, are the reasons why I cried.
I am going to prison—I am, indeed. Oh, my dear love! Yes, Jane, I see that you are in for an attack of palpitation. You are given to strong language, dear, like other young folk. For the two little old ladies jumped up at this juncture, and gave Hetty a kiss apiece on her soft, young lips. My darling, they both exclaimed, we are so relieved and delighted! Your strong language startled us, and school is anything but what you imagine, dear. Ah, Jane! Miss Jane sighed and rolled up her eyes, and then the two commenced a vigorous catechizing of the little girl.
Really Hester could not help feeling almost sunshiny before that long journey came to an end, for she and the Misses Bruce made some delightful discoveries. The little old ladies very quickly found out that they lived close to the school where Hetty was to spend the next few months.
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They knew Mrs. Willis well—they knew the delightful, rambling, old-fashioned house where Hester was to live—they even knew two or three of the scholars; and they said so often to the little girl that she was going into a life of clover—positive clover—that she began to smile, and even partly to believe them.
I am glad I shall be near you, at least, she said at last, with a frank sweet smile, for she had greatly taken to her kind fellow-travelers. Yes, my dear, exclaimed Miss Jane. We attend the same church, and I shall look out for you on Sunday, and, she continued, glancing first at her sister and then addressing Hester, perhaps Mrs. Willis will allow you to visit us occasionally. Well, dear, well—that must be as Mrs. Willis thinks best. Ah, here we are at Sefton at last.
We shall look out for you in church on Sunday, my love. She had taken a great fancy to the little old ladies who had fussed over her and made themselves pleasant in her behalf. She felt herself something like a heroine as she poured out a little, just a little, of her troubles into their sympathizing ears; and their cheerful remarks with regard to school and school-life had caused her to see clearly that there might be another and a brighter side to the gloomy picture she had drawn with regard to her future.
But during the drive of two and a half miles from Sefton to Lavender House, Hester once more began to feel anxious and troubled.
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The Misses Bruce had gone off with some other passengers in a little omnibus to their small villa in the town, but Lavender House was some distance off, and the little omnibus never went so far. An old-fashioned carriage, which the ladies told Hester belonged to Mrs. Willis, had been sent to meet her, and a man whom the Misses Bruce addressed as Thomas helped to place her trunk and a small portmanteau on the roof of the vehicle. The little girl had to take her drive alone, and the rather ancient horse which drew the old carriage climbed up and down the steep roads in a most leisurely fashion.
Hester trembled at the darkness, and when the gates were shut behind them by a rosy-faced urchin of ten, she once more began to feel the cruel and desolate idea that she was going to prison. They drove slowly down a long and winding avenue, and, although Hester could not see, she knew they must be passing under trees, for several times their branches made a noise against the roof of the carriage. At last they came to a standstill.
The old servant scrambled slowly down from his seat on the box, and, opening the carriage-door, held out his hand to help the little stranger to alight. Dear, dear! He rang a bell which hung by the entrance of a deep porch, and the next moment the wide hall-door was flung open by a neat maid-servant, and Hester stepped within. Hester looked around her in a half-startled way, but she could see no one, except the maid, who smiled at her and said:.
Welcome to Lavender House, miss. The little room in question was at the right hand side of a very wide and cheerful hall, which was decorated in pale tints of green, and had a handsome encaustic-tiled floor.
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She found herself quite trembling with shyness and cold, and an indescribable longing to get back to Nan; and as she waited for Miss Danesbury and wondered fearfully who or what Miss Danesbury was, she scarcely derived any comfort from the blazing fire near which she stood. Rather tall for her age, but I fear, I greatly fear, a little sulky, said a voice behind her; and when she turned round in an agony of trepidation and terror, she suddenly found herself face to face with a tall, kind-looking, middle-aged lady, and also with a bright, gypsy-looking girl. Annie Forest, how very naughty of you to hide behind the door!
You are guilty of disobedience in coming into this room without leave.
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I must report you, my dear; yes, I really must. You lose two good conduct marks for this, and will probably have thirty lines in addition to your usual quantity of French poetry. The girl flitted away, and Miss Danesbury turned to Hester, whose face had changed from red to pale during this little scene.
What a horrid, vulgar, low-bred girl! Oh, my dear, my dear! Had I been, this little rencontre would not have occurred. You and she will be the best friends possible by-and-by. Now, let me take you to your room; the gong for tea will sound in exactly five minutes, and I am sure you will be glad of something to eat. Miss Danesbury then led Hester across the hall and up some broad, low, thickly-carpeted stairs. When they had ascended two flights, and were standing on a handsome landing, she paused. Do you see this baize door, dear?
This part that we are now in belongs exclusively to Mrs. Willis, and the girls are never allowed to come here without leave.