Uncle Silas J. Sheridan Le Fanu (good books to read for beginners .TXT) 📖

“Milly, my dear, will you put on your hat and show me the grounds about the house? May she, Silas? I should like to renew my acquaintance.”

“You’ll see them sadly neglected, Monnie. A poor man’s pleasure grounds must rely on Nature, and trust to her for effects. Where there is fine timber, however, and abundance of slope, and rock, and hollow, we sometimes gain in picturesqueness what we lose by neglect in luxury.”

Then, as Cousin Monica said she would cross the grounds by a path, and meet her carriage at a point to which we would accompany her, and so make her way home, she took leave of Uncle Silas; a ceremony whereat⁠—without, I thought, much zeal at either side⁠—a kiss took place.

“Now, girls!” said Cousin Knollys, when we were fairly in motion over the grass, “what do you say⁠—will he let you come⁠—yes or no? I can’t say, but I think, dear,”⁠—this to Milly⁠—“he ought to let you see a little more of the world than appears among the glens and bushes of Bartram. Very pretty they are, like yourself; but very wild, and very little seen. Where is your brother, Milly; is not he older than you?”

“I don’t know where; and he is older by six years and a bit.”

By-and-by, when Milly was gesticulating to frighten some herons by the river’s brink into the air, Cousin Monica said confidentially to me⁠—

“He has run away, I’m told⁠—I wish I could believe it⁠—and enlisted in a regiment going to India, perhaps the best thing for him. Did you see him here before his judicious self-banishment?”

“No.”

“Well, I suppose you have had no loss. Doctor Bryerly says from all he can learn he is a very bad young man. And now tell me, dear, is Silas kind to you?”

“Yes, always gentle, just as you saw him today; but we don’t see a great deal of him⁠—very little, in fact.”

“And how do you like your life and the people?” she asked.

“My life, very well; and the people, pretty well. There’s an old women we don’t like, old Wyat, she is cross and mysterious and tells untruths; but I don’t think she is dishonest⁠—so Mary Quince says⁠—and that, you know, is a point; and there is a family, father and daughter, called Hawkes, who live in the Windmill Wood, who are perfect savages, though my uncle says they don’t mean it; but they are very disagreeable, rude people; and except them we see very little of the servants or other people. But there has been a mysterious visit; someone came late at night, and remained for some days, though Milly and I never saw them, and Mary Quince saw a chaise at the side-door at two o’clock at night.”

Cousin Monica was so highly interested at this that she arrested her walk and stood facing me, with her hand on my arm, questioning and listening, and lost, as it seemed, in dismal conjecture.

“It is not pleasant, you know,” I said.

“No, it is not pleasant,” said Lady Knollys, very gloomily.

And just then Milly joined us, shouting to us to look at the herons flying; so Cousin Monica did, and smiled and nodded in thanks to Milly, and was again silent and thoughtful as we walked on.

“You are to come to me, mind, both of you girls,” she said, abruptly; “you shall. I’ll manage it.”

When silence returned, and Milly ran away once more to try whether the old gray trout was visible in the still water under the bridge, Cousin Monica said to me in a low tone, looking hard at me⁠—

“You’ve not seen anything to frighten you, Maud? Don’t look so alarmed, dear,” she added with a little laugh, which was not very merry, however. “I don’t mean frighten in any awful sense⁠—in fact, I did not mean frighten at all. I meant⁠—I can’t exactly express it⁠—anything to vex, or make you uncomfortable; have you?”

“No, I can’t say I have, except that room in which Mr. Charke was found dead.”

“Oh! you saw that, did you?⁠—I should like to see it so much. Your bedroom is not near it?”

“Oh, no; on the floor beneath, and looking to the front. And Doctor Bryerly talked a little to me, and there seemed to be something on his mind more than he chose to tell me; so that for some time after I saw him I really was, as you say, frightened; but, except that, I really have had no cause. And what was in your mind when you asked me?”

“Well, you know, Maud, you are afraid of ghosts, banditti, and everything; and I wished to know whether you were uncomfortable, and what your particular bogle was just now⁠—that, I assure you, was all; and I know,” she continued, suddenly changing her light tone and manner for one of pointed entreaty, “what Doctor Bryerly said; and I implore of you, Maud, to think of it seriously; and when you come to me, you shall do so with the intention of remaining at Elverston.”

“Now, Cousin Monica, is this fair? You and Doctor Bryerly both talk in the same awful way to me; and I assure you, you don’t know how nervous I am sometimes, and yet you won’t, either of you, say what you mean. Now, Monica, dear cousin, won’t you tell me?”

“You see, dear, it is so lonely; it’s a strange place, and he so odd. I don’t like the place, and I don’t like him. I’ve tried, but I can’t, and I think I never shall. He may be a very⁠—what was it that good little silly curate at Knowl used to call him?⁠—a very advanced Christian⁠—that is it, and I hope he is; but if he is only what he used to be, his utter seclusion from society removes the only check, except personal fear⁠—and he never had much of that⁠—upon a very bad man. And you must know, my dear Maud, what a prize you are, and what an