“It’s a frightful story,” she said, and added artfully: “But in one thing I have been fortunate, I have had good health.”
Lucille raised herself on her elbow.
“It is not often that people who have are wise enough to realize what a boon it is.”
Carolan smiled and forced compassion into her eyes.
“Please, M’am, could you not try to eat a little?”
“I will try then…”
She took the tray. Carolan picked up a bed jacket and wrapped it round her shoulders.
“You may take further cold, M’am.”
“I do take cold very easily. No! Do not go. Stay a while. You may sit down and talk to me while I eat. But first give me my pills … A little water to wash them down; it is there, in the jug-‘ “You must suffer very much, M’am, to need so many remedies.”
“Indeed I do! I do not like that gipsy; she frightens me. She creeps about so: she is like some soft-footed animal. The other girl, Poll, is such a frightful creature; I could not beat her near me. You and the other new girl are much nicer types. But my husband has always said that you convicts should not be allowed to roam about the house at large until you have been with us a little time. How long have you been with us now?”
“Six weeks.”
“It is a very short time, but you do not look vicious.”
“You would not believe me if I told you I was wrongfully accused?”
“Will you pack up my pillows a bit? I have a terrible backache. That is much better. These pills are so hard to swallow. Where did you live in England?”
“In the country near Exeter, and then in London.”
“London! Do not talk to me of it, for the homesickness is more than I can bear. I feel that I cannot endure this dreadful country much longer. The heat is so appalling. Tell me what they were doing at the playhouses when you were there. Tell me what the shops looked like. How I would love to ride around the town in my carriage, seeing it all, smelling it all! Do you not feel the longing to go back?,” “No.” said Carolan.
“When I think of London I think of horrible things. I was not very happy I think in the country.”
“You speak very nicely. I shall certainly have you to wait at table. Everyone will be envious; they have such trouble with their servants. You are sympathetic too; you shall look after my clothes and give me my medicine.”
Thank you,” said Carolan.
“Thank you very much. It is very good of you.”
“I have taken a fancy to you. That gipsy girl never speaks at all. She grunts, and she is so sullen. I have told my husband that I am terrified of her; her eyes flash so. But he laughs that to scorn; he is a most unimaginative man. He has never had a day’s illness in his life, and he does not understand what it means to be ill.”
“People who are healthy are so often like that, M’am.”
“I shall tell Margery of the change. You can send her up to me at once. Take this tray down … why, I have eaten everything! Those pills are truly wonderful, and what I should do without dear Doctor Martin I do not know. Tell Margery to come up at once.”
Carolan went slowly down the stairs. Had she ever been as happy as this, even in the days of freedom?
Margery was locking backwards and forwards in her chair. She had thrown her apron over her face to hide the tears of laughter which for the life of her she could not stop flooding her eyes. It was the funniest thing she had heard for a long time. Should she tell the girl? She was not sure whether she wanted to or not.
What a change there had been in her in the last week! Her beauty had been veiled before, and now it was as though she had thrown aside the veil. There she was, radiant. A lovely, healthy girl. Reckless as they made ‘em. The dead spit of what Margery had been at her age. In love if anyone ever was. Every time they heard the sound of carriage wheels, her head would jerk up, her eyes glisten, and Margery would see her heart beat faster under the yellow frock. Now that her skin glowed with the regular application of soap and water, the yellow suited her, brought out that red in her hair, that green in her eyes. Her body had filled out a little. She was ripe for the plucking. And what a plucking it would be! But what if she whispered what she had heard?
The girl was doing well upstairs. The mistress had taken a fancy to her. Carolan had asked if she could use the bath water after her mistress had done with it, and strangely enough permission had been given readily. A queer request, Margery had thought, but the mistress did not seem to think so. She had said that, when Carolan worked in the kitchen, she was not to be given the dirty jobs because she hated to see dirty hands serving her guests. The master had come home. Now for trouble, thought Margery; he was not one to see his laws flouted. But, queer enough, nothing happened. He probably hated the sight of the dark-skinned gipsy at his table as much as his wife did. For the first time since Margery’s entry into the Masterman establishment rules were going by the board. There was excitement in the air, and if there was one thing Margery liked almost as much as a bit of romance it was excitement. She hated to be outside the play too; she liked a prominent place on the stage.
This was the funniest thing she had heard for a long time. The rogue. she thought. The lovely, clever rogue. If I were twenty years younger, or even ten, I would be mad for him. And I’d tear his eyes out for this, which she will, I’ll be bound. And when he puts his face in at that window and looks all round my kitchen for her and sees her, she’ll spring at him like a tigress. I wouldn’t miss it for a sack of gold I But she was not sure. Would she rather see her run to him, soft and loving, wanting him? Or would she rather see her fly at him in her rage? Margery was not sure. Let him have her first, and let her find out afterwards. Serve her right! Such mighty airs Miss Carolan had been giving herself since doing so well with the mistress.
Margery pulled down her apron and composed her features, for Carolan had entered the kitchen. Carolan sat at the table; she was singing to herself.
In Scarlet town where I was born, There was a fair maid dwelling__ Queer emotions fought each other in Margery’s mind. Admiration and jealousy were uppermost. Wonderful to be young and beautiful, desirable and desirous. A little she-devil, this Carolan, and a temper ready to flare up at a moment’s notice. Now the other one, Esther, with that shining fair hair of hers like a halo, reminded Margery of a saint in a holy picture. She wanted no truck with saints. Why was she, Margery, not young and beautiful like Carolan? What a time she would have, James? Awkward little man… no fire in him! He just knew what to do and that was about all.
Carolan was looking at her hands; they were small and beautifully shaped, it was now possible to see. She sat there, admiring them. The nails were beginning to lose that raggedness, and what had been a rim of immovable black was now light grey.
“Well,” said Margery, ‘you look as if you’ve lost a penny and found a sovereign.”
“Mr. Masterman came in while I was putting her, clothes away.”
“Oh, he did, did he!”
Was it possible? Why not? Even half a man could surely not be blind to all that budding loveliness. When she opened her mouth and showed those sharp white teeth, she seemed to promise all sorts of things if a man could get round her to give them.
“I am sure he hates the thought of my being there.”
“Indeed, Miss, and why should he?”
“Just because he’s a stickler for rules, and he hates to have his broken.”
“And why shouldn’t he hate to have them broken? What are rules for if they are to be broken?”
“Stupid rules should be broken.” Carolan threw back her head and laughed.
“How I despise that man!” She thought of his standing there, eyeing her coldly, the dress over her head. He would doubtless think she had merited some punishment, but he had said nothing, and she was sure it was because he could not bring himself to tell his wife that he had seen her almost naked. Squeamish! Cold as ice.
Now Margery was suddenly angry. Envy had stifled her admiration. Mr. Masterman might in her opinion be only half a man, but she respected him as she had never respected anyone else in her life. He was the master and a good master. She would have no disrespect shown towards him in her kitchen!