I
Towards the end of the first fortnight's stay at Cow Farm it was announced that very shortly there would be a picnic at Rafiel Cove.
Jeremy had been waiting for this proclamation;once or twice he had asked whether they were going to the Cove and had been told "not to bother,""all in good time,"and other ridiculous elderly finalities,but he knew that the day must come,as it had always come every year.The picnic at Rafield was always the central event of the summer.And he had this year another reason for excited anticipation--the wonderful Charlotte Le Page was to be present.
Until now Jeremy had never taken the slightest interest in girls.
Mary and Helen,being his sisters,were necessities and inevitabilities,but that did not mean that he could not get along very easily without them,and indeed Mary with her jealousies,her strange sulky temper and sudden sentimental repentances was certainly a burden and restraint.As to the little girls in Polchester,he had frankly found them tiresome and stupid,thinking of themselves,terrified of the most natural phenomena and untruthful in their statements.He had been always independent and reserved with everyone,and bud never,in all his life,had a close friend,but there had been,especially of late,boys with whom it had been amusing to spend an hour or two,and since his fight with the Dean's Ernest he had thought that it would be rather interesting to make a further trial of strength with whomsoever .
Girls were stupid,uninteresting,conceited and slow.He never,in all his life,wanted to have anything to do with girls.But Charlotte Le Page was another matter.She had,in the first place,become quite a tradition in the Cole family.She was the daughter of a wealthy landowner,who always spent his holidays in Rafiel.She and her very beautiful,very superior mother had been seen on many occasions by the Coles driving about the Glebeshire roads in a fine and languid manner,a manner to which the Coles knew,very well,they themselves could never attain.Then Mrs.Cole had called,and Mrs.Le Page and Charlotte had come to tea at Cow Farm.This had been a year ago,when Jeremy had been only seven;nevertheless,he had been present during the first part of the ceremony,and Charlotte had struck him as entirely amazing.
He had simply gazed at her with his mouth open,forgetting all his good manners.She was at this time nine or ten years of age but very small and,as they say of the most modern kind of doll,"perfect in every particular."She had wonderful hair of a bright rippling gold;her cheeks were pink and her eyes were blue,and she was so beautifully dressed that you could not take in details but must simply surrender yourself to a cloudy film of white or blue,with everything so perfectly in its place that it seemed to the rough and ready Jeremy quite unearthly.Of course she had to be very careful how she walked,when she sat down,in what way she moved her hands and feet,and how she blew her nose.It was wonderful to see her do these things,she did them so naturally and yet always with a sense of an effort overcome for the good of humanity.Her mother never ceased to empty praises at her feet,appealing to visitors with:
"Isn't Charlotte too lovely to-day?"or "Really,Mrs.Cole,did you ever see anything like Charlotte's hair?"or "Just a moment,Mrs.Cole,I'm sure you've never seen such hands and feet on any human being before!"--and it was impossible to tell whether or no Charlotte was moved by these praises,because she never said anything at all.She was almost completely silent,and once,at the tea-gathering in Cow Farm,when she suddenly said:"I'm tired,Mama,"Jeremy nearly jumped from his chair,so astonished he was.
Jeremy had,during the year that intervened between that visit and this,sometimes thought of Charlotte,and he had looked back upon her,not as a little girl but as something strange,fantastic,wonderfully coloured,whom it would be interesting to see again.He wondered why Mary and Helen could not be like that,instead of running about and screaming and becoming red in the face.He said once to Mary that she should imitate Charlotte,and the scene that followed was terrible.Mary,from that moment,hated Charlotte with an overpowering hatred.
Here this year they were again.Mrs.Le Page with her long neck,her beautiful pearl ear-rings,her pale watery eyes and her tapering fingers;Charlotte just as before,silent,beautiful and precious.
There was again a tea-party at Cow Farm,and on this occasion Jeremy was asked to show Hamlet.But Hamlet behaved badly,trying to jump upon Charlotte's white frock and soil her blue ribbons.
