"I suppose so, mother. I don't really quite know who are coming."

"The Jervices, of course-Henrietta, Juliet, and their brothers; there are also the Claverings, Mary and Sophie. I think those are the only young people, but with six in addition to you and Evelyn, you will have your hands full, Audrey."

"Oh, I don't mind," replied Audrey. "It will be fun.-You will help me all you can, won't you, Jenny?"

"Certainly, dear," replied Miss Sinclair.

"It is the greatest possible comfort to me to have you in the house, Miss Sinclair," said Lady Frances, now turning to the pretty young governess. "You have not yet had an interview with Evelyn, have you?"

"I talked to her a little last night," replied Miss Sinclair. "She seems to me to be a child with a good deal of character."

"She is like no child I ever met before," said Lady Frances, with a shudder. "I must frankly say I never looked forward with any pleasure to her arrival, but my worst fears did not picture so thoroughly objectionable a little girl."

"Oh, come, Frances-come!" said her husband.

"My dear Edward, I do not give myself away as a rule; but it is just as well that Miss Sinclair should see how much depends on her guidance of the poor little girl, and that Audrey should know how objectionable she is, and how necessary it is for us all to do what we can to alter her ways. The first step, of course, is to get rid of that terrible woman whom she calls Jasper."

"But, mother," said Audrey, "that would hurt Evelyn's feelings very much-she is so devoted to Jasper."

"You must leave the matter to me, Audrey," said Lady Frances, rising.

"You may be sure that I will do nothing really cruel or unkind. But, my dear, it is as well that you should learn sooner or later that spoiling a person is never true kindness."

Lady Frances left the room as she spoke; and Audrey, turning to her governess, said a few words to her, and they also went slowly in the direction of the conservatory.

"What do you think of her, Jenny?" asked the girl.

"Just what I said, dear. The child is full of originality and strong feelings, but of course, brought up as she has been, she will be a trial to your mother."

"That is just it. Mother has never seen any one in the least like Evelyn. She won't understand her; and if she does not there will be mischief."

"Evelyn must learn to subdue her will to that of Lady Frances," said Miss Sinclair. "You and I, Audrey, will try to be very patient with her; we will put up with her small impertinences, knowing that she scarcely means them; and we will try to make things as happy for her as we can."

"I don't know about that," said Audrey. "I cannot see why she should be rude and chuff and disagreeable. I don't altogether dislike her. She certainly amuses me. But she will not have a very happy time at the Castle until she knows her place."

"That is it," said Miss Sinclair. "She has evidently been spoken to most injudiciously-told that she is practically mistress of the place, and that she may do as she likes here. Hence the result. But at the worst, Audrey, I am certain of one thing."

"What is that, Jenny? How wise you look, and how kind!"

"I believe your father will be able to manage her, whoever else fails.

Did you not notice how her eyes followed him round the room last night, and how, whenever he spoke to her, her voice softened and she always replied in a gentle tone?"

"No, I did not," answered Audrey. "Oh dear! it is very puzzling, and I feel rather cross myself. I cannot imagine why that horrid little girl should ever own this lovely place. It is not that I am jealous of her-I a.s.sure you I am anything but that-but it hurts me to think that one who can appreciate things so little should come in for our lovely property."

"Well, darling, let us hope she will be quite a middle-aged woman before she possesses Castle Wynford," said the governess. "And now, what about your young friends?"

Audrey slipped her hand inside Miss Sinclair's arm, and the two paced the conservatory, talking long and earnestly.

Meanwhile Evelyn, having partaken of a rich and unwholesome breakfast of pastry, game-pie, and chocolate, condescended slowly to rise. Jasper waited on her hand and foot. A large fire burned in the grate; no servant had been allowed into the apartment since Evelyn had taken possession of it the night before, and it already presented an untidy and run-to-seed appearance. White ashes were piled high in the untidy grate; dust had collected on the polished steel of the fire-irons; dust had also mounted to the white marble mantelpiece covered with velvet of turquoise-blue, but neither Evelyn nor Jasper minded these things in the least.

"And now, pet," said the maid, "what dress will you wear?"

"I had better a.s.sert myself as soon as possible," said Evelyn. "Mothery told me I must. So I had better put on something striking. I saw that horrid Audrey walking past just now with her governess; she had on a plain, dark-blue serge. Why, any dairymaid might dress like that. Don't you agree with me, Jasper?"

"There is your crimson velvet," said Jasper. "I bought it for you in Paris. You look very handsome in it."

"Oh, come, Jasper," said her little mistress, "you said I was squat last night."

"The rich velvet shows up your complexion," persisted Jasper. "Put it on, dear; you must make a good impression."

Accordingly Evelyn allowed herself to be arrayed in a dress of a curious shade between red and crimson. Jasper encircled her waist with a red silk sash; and being further decked with numerous rows of colored beads, varying in hue from the palest green to the deepest rose, the heiress p.r.o.nounced herself ready to descend.

"And where will you go first, dear?" said Jasper.

"I am going straight to find my Uncle Edward. I have a good deal to say to him. And there is mother's note; I think it is all about you. I will give it to Uncle Edward to give to my Aunt Frances. I don't like my Aunt Frances at all, so I will see Uncle Edward first."

Accordingly Evelyn, in her heavy red dress, her feet encased in black shoes and white stockings, ran down-stairs, and having inquired in very haughty tones of a footman where the Squire was likely to be found, presently opened the door of his private sanctum and peeped in.

Even Lady Frances seldom cared to disturb the Squire when he was in his den, as he called it. When he raised his eyes, therefore, and saw Evelyn's pale face, her light flaxen hair falling in thin strands about her ears, her big, somewhat light-brown eyes staring at him, he could not help giving a start of annoyance.

"Oh, Uncle Ned, you are not going to be cross too?" said the little girl. She skipped gaily into the room, ran up to him, put one arm round his neck, and kissed him.

The Squire looked in a puzzled way at the queer little figure. Like most men, he knew little or nothing of the details of dress; he was only aware that his own wife always looked perfect, that Audrey was the soul of grace, and that Miss Sinclair presented a very pretty appearance. He was now, therefore, only uncomfortable in Evelyn's presence, not in the least aware of what was wrong with her, but being quite certain that Lady Frances would not approve of her at all.

"I have come first to you, Uncle Edward," said Evelyn, "because we must transact some business together."

"Transact some business!" repeated her uncle. "What long words you use, little girl!"

"I have heard my dear mothery talk about transacting business, so I have picked up the phrase," replied Evelyn in thoughtful tones. "Well, Uncle Edward, shall we transact? It is best to have things on a business footing; don't you think so-eh?"

"I think that you are a very strange little person," said her uncle.

"You are too young to know anything of business matters; you must leave those things to your aunt and to me."

"But I am your heiress, don't forget. This room will be mine, and all that big estate outside, and the whole of this gloomy old house when you die. Is not that so?"

"It is so, my child." The Squire could not help wincing when Evelyn p.r.o.nounced his house gloomy. "But at the same time, my dear Evelyn, things of that sort are not spoken about-at least not in England."

"Mothery and I spoke a lot about it; we used to sit for whole evenings by the fireside and discuss the time when I should come in for my property. I mean to make changes when my time comes. You don't mind my saying so, do you?"

"I object to the subject altogether, Evelyn." The Squire rose and faced his small heiress. "In England we don't talk of these things, and now that you have come to England you must do as an English girl and a lady would. On your father's side you are a lady, and you must allow your aunt and me to train you in the observances which const.i.tute true ladyhood in England."

Evelyn's brown eyes flashed a very angry fire.

"I don't wish to be different from my mother," she said. "My mother was one of the most splendid women on earth. I wish to be exactly like her.

I will not be a fine lady-not for anybody."

"Well, dear, I respect you for being fond of your mother."

"Fond of her!" said Evelyn; and a strange and intensely tragic look crossed the queer little face.