The Wonderful Garden/Chapter 16

by E. Nesbit

 

CHAPTER XVI
The Appeal to Cæsar

So far all had gone well with the project of calling on Lord Andore, to tell him about his unfortunate tenant and the week-ending admirers of her cottage. But at Lord Andore's lodge gate a check occurred.

As the long gate clicked itself into place after they had passed through it, an elderly person in a black cap with violet ribbons put her head out of the lodge window and said:

'No, you don't!'

'Yes, we do,' said Charlotte, unguardedly.

'No village children allowed in,' said the black and violet cap.

'We aren't,' said Charles. And then the cap disappeared, only to reappear a moment later at the lodge door on the head of a very angry old lady with a very sharp, long nose, who might have been Mrs. Wilmington's grandmother.

'Out you go, the way you came,' she said; 'that's the order. What do you want, anyhow?'

'We've got a bouquet for Lord Andore,' said Caroline, showing it.

'Keep it till the fifteenth,' said the woman; a silly thing to say, for no bouquet will keep a fortnight. 'No village people admitted till the gala and fête when his lordship comes of age. You can come then. Out you go. I've no patience,' she added. And it was quite plain that she had not.

They had to go back. I wish I could conceal from you that Charles put out his tongue at her as he passed. It is a dreadful thing to have to relate, and my only comfort is that Caroline and Charlotte did not do it. Charlotte made a face, but Caroline behaved beautifully.

Only, when they were out in the road again, Caroline said, almost 'between her set teeth,' as heroes do in moments of crisis, 'You know that broken paling we passed?' The others instantly understood. They went back, found the broken paling, and slipped through. It was Caroline's dress that was really badly torn. Charlotte's was only gathers which you can tuck into your waistband, and it only makes a lump and the skirt rather uneven lengths, and it was not the fence but a nail that tore Charles's stocking so badly.

Found the broken paling and slipped through.

The shrubbery in which they found themselves was very thorny and undergrowthy, and nearer to the lodge than they would have chosen. They could see its white walls quite plainly every now and then, and they feared that it, or the managing director of it, might he able to see them. But it makes all the difference whether you are looking for a thing or not, doesn't it? And certainly the last thing the cap woman expected was that anyone should dare to defy her.

So, undiscovered and unsuspected, the children crept through the undergrowth. The thorns and briars scratched at the blue muslins, no longer, anyhow, in their first freshness, and Charlotte's white hat was snatched from her head by a stout chestnut stump. The bouquet, never the handsomest of its kind, was not improved by its travels. But misfortunes such as these occur to all tropical explorers, and they pressed on. They were all very warm and rather dirty when they emerged from the undergrowth into the smooth, spacious park and, beyond a belt of quiet trees, saw the pale, grey towers of the Castle rise against the sky. They looked back. The lodge was not to be seen.

'So that's all right,' said Caroline. 'Now we must walk fast, and yet not look as if we were hurrying. I think it does that best if you take very long steps. I wish we knew where the front door was. It would be awful if we went to the back one by mistake and got turned back by Lord Andore's my-myrmidons.'

'I expect his back-door is grander than our front,' said Charlotte, 'so we shan't really know till the myr-what's-its-names have gone for us.'

'If we'd had time to disguise ourselves like grown-ups—Char, for goodness' sake tear that strip off your hat, it looks like a petticoat's tape that's coming down,' said Caroline—'they'd have thought we'd come to call, with cards, and then they'd have had to show us in, unless he wasn't at home.'

'He must be at home,' said Charlotte, tearing a long streamer from the wretched hat, which now looked less like a hat than a fading flower that has been sat on; 'it would be too much if he wasn't.'

They passed through the trees and on to a very yellow gravelled drive, hot and gritty to the foot and distressing to the eye. Following this, they came, suddenly, round a corner, on the Castle. It was much bigger than they expected, and there seemed to be no doubt which was the front entrance. Two tall, grey towers held a big arched gateway between them, and the drive led straight in to this. There seemed to be no door-bell and no knocker, nor, as far as they could see, any door.

'I feel like Jack the Giant-Killer,' said Charles, 'only there isn't a trumpet to blow.'

His voice, though he spoke almost in a whisper, sounded loud and hollow under the echoing arch of the gateway.

Beyond its cool depths was sunshine, with grass and pink geraniums overflowing from stone vases. A fountain in the middle leapt and sank and plashed in a stone basin.

There was a door at the other side of the courtyard—an arched door with steps leading up to it. On the steps stood a footman.

'He's exactly like the one in Alice,' said Caroline; 'courage and despatch.'

The footman looked curiously at the three children, hot, dusty, and untidy—who advanced through the trim parterre. His glance dwelt more especially on the battered bouquet, on Charlotte's unspeakable hat, and the riven stocking of Charles.

'If you please,' said Caroline, her heart beating heavily, 'we want to see Lord Andore.'

''Slordship's not at heum,' said the footman, looking down upon them.

'When will he be back?' Charlotte asked; while Caroline suddenly wished that they had at least brought their gloves.

'Can't say'm sheur,' said the footman, doing something to his teeth with a pin; and his tone was wondrous like Mrs. Wilmington's.

'We want very much to see him,' said Charles. 'You see, we've brought him a bouquet'

'I see you 'ave—have,' said the footman, more like Mrs. Wilmington than ever. 'Would you like to leave it? It'll be a surprise for his lordship when he comes in,' and the footman tittered.

'He is here, then,' said Caroline. 'I mean, he's not in London?'

'His lordship is not in London,' said the footman. 'Any other questions? Always happy to say me catechism, 'm sure.'

The children turned to go. They felt the need of a private consultation.

'Any particular neem?' said the footman, and tittered again. ''Slordship'll be dying to know who it was called,' and once more he tittered.

Charlotte turned suddenly and swiftly.

'You need not trouble about our names,' she said, 'and I don't believe Lord Andore knows how you behave when he's not there. He doesn't know yet, that is.'

'No offence, Miss,' said the footman, very quickly.

'We accept your apology,' said Charlotte, 'and we shall wait till Lord Andore comes in.'

'But, I say! Look here, you know.'—the footman came down one step in his earnestness—'you can't wait here, you know.'

'Oh, yes, we can,' said Caroline, sitting down on the second step. The others also sat down. It was Charles who said, 'So there!' and Caroline had to nudge him and say 'Hush!'

'We never called before at a house where they didn't ask you in and give you a chair to sit on. But if this is that kind of house,' said Charlotte, grandly, 'it does not matter. It is a fine day, luckily.'

'Look here,' said the footman behind them, now thoroughly uneasy, 'this won't do, you know. There's company expected. I can't have a lot of ragged children sitting on the steps like the first of May.'

'I'm sorry,' said Charlotte, without turning her head, 'but if you haven't any rooms fit to ask us into, I'm afraid you'll have to have us sitting here.'

The three sat staring at the bright garden and the dancing fountain.

'Look here,' said the footman, weakly blustering, 'this is cheek. That's what this is. But you go now. Do you hear? Or must I make you?'

'We hear,' said Caroline speaking as calmly as one can speak when one is almost choking with mingled rage, disappointment, fear, and uncertainty.

'And I defy you to lay a finger on your master's visitors,' said Charlotte. 'How do you know who we are? We haven't given you our names.'

The footman must have felt a sudden doubt. He hesitated a moment, and then, muttering something about seeing Mr. Checkles, he retired, leaving the children in possession of the field. And there they sat, in a row, on Lord Andore's steps, with the bouquet laid carefully on the step above them.

It was very silent there in the grey-walled courtyard.

'I say,' whispered Charles, 'let's go. We've got the better of him, anyhow. Let's do a bunk before he comes back with someone we can't get the better of, thousands of stately butlers, perhaps.'

'Never,' said Charlotte, whose hands were cold and trembling with excitement. But Caroline said:

'I wish Mr. Checkles might turn out to be a gentleman, the everyday kind that we know. Lords' servants seem more common than other people's, and I expect the Lord's something like them. They say, Like master like man.'

As if in answer to Caroline's wish, a door in the wall opened, showing a glimpse of more garden beyond, and a jolly-faced youth came towards them. He was a very big young man, and his clothes, which were of dust-coloured Harris tweed, were very loose. He looked like a sixth-form boy, and Charles at once felt that here was a man and a brother. So he got up and went towards the new-comer with the simple greeting, 'Hullo!'

'Hullo!' said the sixth-form boy, with a friendly and cheerful grin.

'I say,' said Charles, confidentially, as he and the big boy met on the grass, 'there isn't really any reason why we shouldn't wait here if we want to?'

'None in the world,' said the big boy; 'if you're sure that what you're waiting for is likely to come and that this is the best place to wait for it in.'

'We're waiting for Lord Andore,' said Caroline, who had picked up the bouquet and advanced with it. 'I'm so glad you've come, because we don't understand English men-servants. In India they behave differently when you call.'

'What have the servants here done?' the youth asked, frowning, with his hands in his pockets.

'Oh, nothing,' said Charles, in a hurry; 'at least, I mean we accepted his apologies, so we can't sneak.'

'I wouldn't call it sneaking to tell you,' said Caroline, confidingly, 'because, of course, you'd promise on your honour not to tell Lord Andore. We don't want to get other people's servants into trouble when we've accepted their apologies. But the footman was rather——'

At this moment the footman himself appeared at the top of the steps with an elderly whiskered man in black, whom the children rightly judged to be the butler. The two had come hastily out of the door, but when they saw the children and their companion, the footman stopped as if, as Charles said later, he had been turned to stone, and only the butler advanced when the youth in the Harris tweed said, rather shortly, 'Come here, Checkles!' Checkles came quickly enough, and when he was quite close he astonished the three C.'s much more than he will astonish you by saying, 'Yes, m'lord!'

'Tea on the terrace at once,' said the Harris-tweeded one, 'and tell them not to be all day about it.'

Checkles went, and the footman too. Charlotte always believed that the last glance he cast at her was not one of defiance, but of petition.

'So you're him,' Charles was saying. 'How jolly!'

But to Caroline it seemed that there was no time to waste in personalities, however flattering. Lord Andor's tea was imminent. He was most likely in a hurry for his tea; it was past most people's tea-time already. So she suddenly held out the flowers and said, 'Here's a bouquet. We made it for you. Will you please take it?'

'That's awfully good of you, you know,' said Lord Andore; 'thanks no end!' He took the bouquet and smelt it, plunging his nose into the midst of the columbine, roses, cornflowers, lemon verbena, wistaria, gladiola, and straw.

'It's not a very nice one, I'm afraid,' said Caroline, 'but you can't choose the nicest flowers when you have to look them out in two books at once. It means, Welcome, fair stranger; An unexpected meeting; We are anxious and trembling; Confidence—no, we left that out because we hadn't any; and Agreement, because we hope you will.'

'How awfully interesting! It was kind of you,' said Lord Andore, and before he could say any more, Charlotte hastened to say:

'You see, it's not just an ordinary nosegay, please, and don't thank us, please, because it wasn't to please you, but to serve our own ends, though, of course, if we'd known how nice you are, and if we'd thought you'd care about one, we would have in a minute.'

'I see,' said Lord Andore, quite as if he really had seen.

'I'm sure you don't,' said Caroline; 'don't be polite, please. Say if you don't understand. What we want is justice. It's one of your tenants that had the cottage in your father's time before you, and they're turning her out because there are some week-endy people think the cottage is so pretty, with the flowers she planted and the arbour her father made and the roses that came from her mother's brother in Cambridgeshire. And she said you didn't know. And we decided you ought to know. So we made you the nosegay and we came. And we ought to go, and here's her name and address on a bit of paper, and I'm sorry it's only pencil. And you will see justice done, won't you?'

'It's very kind of you,' said Lord Andore, slowly, 'to take such interest in my tenants.'

'There!' said Charlotte; 'of course, we were afraid you'd say that. But we didn't mean to shove our oar in. We just went in for ginger—beer, and Caro found her crying; and there's a hornbeam arbour, ever so old, and a few shillings a week can't make any difference to you, with a lovely castle like this to live in. And the motto on the tombs of your ancestors is Fiat Justicia|Fiat Justitia: Let justice be done. And it's only bare justice we want; and we saw the tomb on Sunday in church, with the sons and daughters in ruffs.'

'Stop!' said Lord Andore. 'I am only a poor, weak chap. I need my tea. Come and have some too, and I'll try to make out what it's all about.'

'Thanks awfully,' said the three C.'s, speaking all together. And Caroline added, 'We mustn't be long over tea, please, because we've got to get home by half-past six, and it must be nearly that now.'

'You shall get back at half-past six all right,' said Lord Andore, and led the way, a huge figure in the dust-coloured clothes, through the little door by which they had come, on to a pleasant stone terrace with roses growing all over and in and out and round about its fat old balustrades.

'Here's tea,' he said. And there it was, set on a fair-sized table with a white cloth—a tea worth waiting for. Honey and jam and all sorts of cakes, and peaches and strawberries. The footman was hovering about, but Charles was the only one who seemed to see him. It was bliss to Charles to see this proud enemy humbly bearing an urn and lighting a spirit-lamp to make the tea of those whom he had tried to drive from even the lowly hospitality of Lord Andore's doorstep.

'Come on,' said the big, sixth-form-looking boy who was Lord Andore; 'you must be starved. Cake first (and bread and butter afterwards, if you insist upon it) is the rule here. Milk and sugar?'

They all drank tea much too strong for them, out of respect to their host, who had forgotten that when he was a little boy, milk was what one had at tea-time.

And slowly, by careful questioning, and by making a sudden rule that no one was to say more than thirty-seven words without stopping, Lord Andor got at the whole story in a form which he could understand.

'I see,' he would say, and 'I see,' and then ask another question.

And at last, when tea was really over, to the last gladly-accepted peach and the last sadly-unaccepted strawberry, he stood up and said:

'If you don't mind my saying so, I think you are regular little bricks to have taken all this trouble. And I am really and truly very much obliged. Because I do mean to be just and right to my tenants, only it's very difficult to know about things if nobody tells you. And you've helped me a lot, and I thank you very much.'

'Then you will?' said Charlotte, breathlessly.

'Not let her be turned out of her cottage, she means?' Caroline explained.

'She means the Mineral woman,' said Charles.

'Of course I won't,' said Lord Andor; 'I mean, of course, I will. I mean it's all right. And I'll drive you home, and if you're a minute or two late, I'll make it all right with uncle.'

The motor was waiting outside the great arch that is held between the two great towers of Andor Castle. It was a dream of a car, and there was room for the three C.'s in the front beside the driver, who was Lord Andore himself.

The footman was there, and the proudest moment of the day, for Charles was that in which Lord Andor gave the petition-bouquet into that footman's care, and told him to see that it was put in water, 'Carefully, mind; and tell them to put it on the dinner-table to-night.'

The footman said, 'Yes, m'lord,' as though he had never seen the bouquet before. Charlotte's proudest moment was when the woman at the lodge gate had to curtsey when the motor passed out.

Rupert was waiting for them at their own lodge gate, and when he saw the motor his eyes grew quite round like pennies.

'Oh, do stop, it's Rupert,' said the three C.'s; and Rupert was bundled into the body of the car, where he travelled in lonely splendour. Yet, even after that, and when the motor had gone away, and the three C.'s had told him all their adventures and the splendid success of their magic nosegay, Rupert only said:

'Its Chance, I tell you. It's just accidental. Co—what's its name—incidence. It would all have happened just the same if you hadn't taken that hideous old mixed assorted haystack with you.'

'Still disagreeable? said Charlotte brightly.

'Oh, been all the same, would it?' said Charles; 'that's all you know.'

Rupert was bundled into the body of the car.

'It's not all I know,' said Rupert. 'As it happens, I know heaps of things that you don't, and I could find out more if I wanted to. So there!'

'Oh, Rupert, don't be cross,' said Caroline, 'just when we're all so happy. I do wish you'd been there, especially at tea-time.'

'I'm not cross,' said Rupert. 'As it happens, I was feeling extra jolly until you came home.'

'Oh, don't!' said Caroline. 'Do let's call it Pax. We haven't told you half the little interesting things that happened yet. And if you can't believe in the magic, it's your misfortune. We know you can't help it. We know you don't unbelieve on purpose. We know we're right, and you think you know you are.'

'It's the other way round,' said Rupert, still deep in gloom.

'I know it is when you think it, and when we think it it's the other way,' said Caroline. 'Oh, Pax! Pax! Pax!'

'All right,' said Rupert. 'I had a good swim. Your Mr. Penfold's not half a bad sort. He taught me a new side-stroke.' But it was plain that Rupert's inside self still felt cloudy and far from comfortable.

•••••

Next day the three C.'s and Rupert, in the middle of Irish stew, were surprised by the sudden rustling entrance of Mrs. Wilmington.

'A person wishes to see you,' she said to Caroline; 'quite a poor person. I asked her to wait till dinner was completed, but she says that she hopes you will see her now, as she ought to commence going home almost at once.'

'Of course,' said Caroline; 'it must he the Mineral woman.'

'She seemed to me,' said Mrs. Wilmington, 'to have an animal face.'

Hut Caroline was already in the hall, and the figure that rose politely from the oak chair was plainly—though disguised in her Sunday clothes—that of the Mineral woman.

'Oh, Miss!' she said; 'oh, Miss!' She took hold of both Caroline's hands and shook them; but that was not enough. Caroline found herself kissed on both cheeks, and then suddenly hugged; and 'Oh, Miss!' the Mineral woman said; 'oh, Miss!' And then she felt for her handkerchief in a handbag she carried and blew her nose loudly.

Mrs. Wilmington had gone through the hall very slowly indeed; but even she could not go slowly enough not to be gone by the time the mineral woman had, for the time being, finished with her nose. And as Mrs. Wilmington went through the baize door she heard again, 'Oh, Miss!'

Mrs. Wilmington came back five minutes later, and this time she heard:

'And it's all right, Miss; and two bright new five-pound notes "to buy more rose trees with," and a letter in his own write of hand thanking us for making the place so pretty, and I'm to be tenant for life, miss. And it's all your doing, bless your kind heart. So I came to tell you. I never thought I should feel like I do about any strange little gell. It was all your doing, Miss, my dear.'

Which was a very mysterious and exciting thing to be overheard by any housekeeper who was not in the secret. And a very heart-warming and pleasant thing to be listened to by a little girl who was.

'You see,' said Caroline, when she had told the others of the Mineral woman's happiness, 'the magic always works.'