the house is crencled to and fro, And hath so queint waies for to go, For it is shapen as the mase is wrought.
CHAUCER--Legend of Ariadne.
Luncheon over, and Harry dismissed as usual to lie down, Miss Cameron said to Hugh:
"You have never been over the old house yet, I believe, Mr. Sutherland. Would you not like to see it?"
"I should indeed," said Hugh. "It is what I have long hoped for, and have often been on the point of begging.""Come, then; I will be your guide--if you will trust yourself with a madcap like me, in the solitudes of the old hive.""Lead on to the family vaults, if you will," said Hugh.
"That might be possible, too, from below. We are not so very far from them. Even within the house there is an old chapel, and some monuments worth looking at. Shall we take it last?""As you think best," answered Hugh.
She rose and rang the bell. When it was answered, "Jacob," she said, "get me the keys of the house from Mrs. Horton."Jacob vanished, and reappeared with a huge bunch of keys. She took them.
"Thank you. They should not be allowed to get quite rusty, Jacob.""Please, Miss, Mrs. Horton desired me to say, she would have seen to them, if she had known you wanted them.""Oh! never mind. Just tell my maid to bring me an old pair of gloves."Jacob went; and the maid came with the required armour.
"Now, Mr. Sutherland. Jane, you will come with us. No, you need not take the keys. I will find those I want as we go."She unlocked a door in the corner of the hall, which Hugh had never seen open. Passing through a long low passage, they came to a spiral staircase of stone, up which they went, arriving at another wide hall, very dusty, but in perfect repair. Hugh asked if there was not some communication between this hall and the great oak staircase.
"Yes," answered Euphra; "but this is the more direct way."As she said this, he felt somehow as if she cast on him one of her keenest glances; but the place was very dusky, and he stood in a spot where the light fell upon him from an opening in a shutter, while she stood in deep shadow.
"Jane, open that shutter."
The girl obeyed; and the entering light revealed the walls covered with paintings, many of them apparently of no value, yet adding much to the effect of the place. Seeing that Hugh was at once attracted by the pictures, Euphra said:
"Perhaps you would like to see the picture gallery first?"Hugh assented. Euphra chose key after key, and opened door after door, till they came into a long gallery, well lighted from each end. The windows were soon opened.
"Mr. Arnold is very proud of his pictures, especially of his family portraits; but he is content with knowing he has them, and never visits them except to show them; or perhaps once or twice a year, when something or other keeps him at home for a day, without anything particular to do."In glancing over the portraits, some of them by famous masters, Hugh's eyes were arrested by a blonde beauty in the dress of the time of Charles II. There was such a reality of self-willed boldness as well as something worse in her face, that, though arrested by the picture, Hugh felt ashamed of looking at it in the presence of Euphra and her maid. The pictured woman almost put him out of countenance, and yet at the same time fascinated him.
Dragging his eyes from it, he saw that Jane had turned her back upon it, while Euphra regarded it steadily.
"Open that opposite window, Jane," said she; "there is not light enough on this portrait."Jane obeyed. While she did so, Hugh caught a glimpse of her face, and saw that the formerly rosy girl was deadly pale. He said to Euphra:
"Your maid seems ill, Miss Cameron."
"Jane, what is the matter with you?"
She did not reply, but, leaning against the wall, seemed ready to faint.
"The place is close," said her mistress. "Go into the next room there,"--she pointed to a door--"and open the window. You will soon be well.""If you please, Miss, I would rather stay with you. This place makes me feel that strange."She had come but lately, and had never been over the house before.
"Nonsense!" said Miss Cameron, looking at her sharply. "What do you mean?""Please, don't be angry, Miss; but the first night e'er I slept here, I saw that very lady--""Saw that lady!"
"Well, Miss, I mean, I dreamed that I saw her; and I remembered her the minute I see her up there; and she give me a turn like. I'm all right now, Miss."Euphra fixed her eyes on her, and kept them fixed, till she was very nearly all wrong again. She turned as pale as before, and began to draw her breath hard.
"You silly goose!" said Euphra, and withdrew her eyes; upon which the girl began to breathe more freely.
Hugh was making some wise remarks in his own mind on the unsteady condition of a nature in which the imagination predominates over the powers of reflection, when Euphra turned to him, and began to tell him that that was the picture of her three or four times great-grandmother, painted by Sir Peter Lely, just after she was married.
"Isn't she fair?" said she.--"She turned nun at last, they say.""She is more fair than honest," thought Hugh. "It would take a great deal of nun to make her into a saint." But he only said, "She is more beautiful than lovely. What was her name?""If you mean her maiden name, it was Halkar--Lady Euphrasia Halkar--named after me, you see. She had foreign blood in her, of course; and, to tell the truth, there were strange stories told of her, of more sorts than one. I know nothing of her family. It was never heard of in England, I believe, till after the Restoration."All the time Euphra was speaking, Hugh was being perplexed with that most annoying of perplexities--the flitting phantom of a resemblance, which he could not catch. He was forced to dismiss it for the present, utterly baffled.
