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hall, and lay there in heaps when the weather was severe), but to summon some one to receive their message, or carry their request to be allowed to speak to my lady. I remember it was long before Mr Gray could be made to understand that the great door was only open on state occasions, and even to the last he would as soon come in by that as the terrace entrance. I had been received there on my first setting foot over my lady’s threshold; every stranger was led in by that way the first time they came; but after that (with the exceptions I have named) they went round by the terrace, as it were by instinct. It was an assistance to this instinct to be aware that from time immemorial, the magnificent and fierce Hanbury wolfhounds, which were extinct in every other part of the island, had been and still were kept chained in the front quadrangle, where they bayed through a great part of the day and night and were always ready with their deep, savage growl at the sight of every person and thing, excepting the man who fed them, my lady’s carriage and four, and my lady herself. It was pretty to see her small figure go up to the great, crouching brutes thumping the flags with their heavy, wagging tails, and slobbering in an ecstacy of delight, at her light approach and soft caress. She had no fear of them; but she was a Hanbury born, and the tale went, that they and their kind knew all Hanburys instantly, and acknowledged their supremacy, ever since the ancestors of the breed had been brought from the East by the great Sir Urian Hanbury, who lay with his legs crossed on the altar tomb in the church. Moreover, it was reported that, not fifty years before, one of these dogs had eaten up a child, which had inadvertently strayed within reach of its chain. So you may imagine how most people preferred the terrace door. Mr Gray did not seem to care for the dogs. It might be absence of mind, for I have heard of his starting away from their sudden spring when he had unwittingly walked within reach of their chains: but it could hardly have been absence of mind, when one day he went right up to one of them, and patted him in the most friendly manner, the dog meanwhile looking pleased, and affably wagging his tail, just as if Mr Gray had been a Hanbury. We were all very much puzzled by this, and to this day I have not been able to account for it.

      But now let us go back to the terrace door, and the footman sitting in the antechamber.

      One morning we heard a parleying, which rose to such a vehemence, and lasted for so long, that my lady had to ring her handbell twice before the footman heard it.

      “What is the matter, John?” asked she, when he entered,

      “A little boy, my lady, who says he comes from Mr Horner, and must see your ladyship. Impudent little lad!” (This last to himself.)

      “What does he want?”

      “That’s just what I have asked him, my lady, but he won’t tell me, please your ladyship.”

      “It is, probably, some message from Mr Horner,” said Lady Ludlow, with just a shade of annoyance in her manner; for it was against all etiquette to send a message to her, and by such a messenger too!

      “No! please your ladyship, I asked him if he had any message, and he said no, he had none; but he must see your ladyship for all that.”

      “You had better show him in then, without more words,” said her ladyship, quietly, but still, as I have said, rather annoyed.

      As if in mockery of the humble visitor, the footman threw open both battants of the door, and in the opening there stood a lithe, wiry lad, with a thick head of hair, standing out in every direction, as if stirred by some electrical current, a short, brown face, red now from affright and excitement, wide, resolute mouth, and bright, deep-set eyes, which glanced keenly and rapidly round the room, as if taking in everything (and all was new and strange), to be thought and puzzled over at some future time. He knew enough of manners not to speak first to one above him in rank, or else he was afraid.

      “What do you want with me?” asked my lady; in so gentle a tone that it seemed to surprise and stun him.

      “An’t please your ladyship?” said he, as if he had been deaf.

      “You come from Mr Horner’s: why do you want to see me?” again asked she, a little more loudly.

      “An’t please your ladyship, Mr Horner was sent for all on a sudden to Warwick this morning.”

      His face began to work; but he felt it, and closed his lips into a resolute form.

      “Well?”

      “And he went off all on a sudden like.”

      “Well?”

      “And he left a note for your ladyship with me, your ladyship.”

      “Is that all? You might have given it to the footman.”

      “Please your ladyship, I’ve clean gone and lost it.”

      He never took his eyes off her face. If he had not kept his look fixed, he would have burst out crying.

      “That was very careless,” said my lady gently. “But I am sure you are very sorry for it. You had better try and find it; it may have been of consequence.

      “Please, mum – please your ladyship – I can say it off by heart.”

      “You! What do you mean?” I was really afraid now. My lady’s blue eyes absolutely gave out light, she was so much displeased, and, moreover, perplexed. The more reason he had for affright, the more his courage rose. He must have seen, – so sharp a lad must have perceived her displeasure; but he went on quickly and steadily.

      “Mr Horner, my lady, has taught me to read, write, and cast accounts, my lady. And he was in a hurry, and he folded his paper up, but he did not seal it; and I read it, my lady; and now, my lady, it seems like as if I had got it off by heart;” and he went on with a high pitched voice, saying out very loud what, I have no doubt, were the identical words of the letter, date, signature and all: it was merely something about a deed, which required my lady’s signature.

      When he had done, he stood almost as if he expected commendation for his accurate memory.

      My lady’s eyes contracted till the pupils were as needle points; it was a way she had when much disturbed. She looked at me and said –

      “Margaret Dawson, what will this world come to?” And then she was silent.

      The lad, beginning to perceive he had given deep offence, stood stock still – as if his brave will had brought him into this presence, and impelled him to confession, and the best amends he could make, but had now deserted him, or was extinct, and left his body motionless, until some one else with word or deed made him quit the room. My lady looked again at him, and saw the frowning, dumbfoundering terror at his misdeed, and the manner in which his confession had been received.

      “My poor lad!” said she, the angry look leaving her face, “into whose hands have you fallen?”

      The boy’s lips began to quiver.

      “Don’t you know what tree we read of in Genesis? – No! I hope you have not got to read so easily as that.” A pause. “Who has taught you to read and write?”

      “Please, my lady, I meant no harm, my lady.” He was fairly blubbering, overcome by her evident feeling of dismay and regret, the soft repression of which was more frightening to him than any strong or violent words would have been.

      “Who taught you, I ask?”

      “It were Mr Horner’s clerk who learned me, my lady.”

      “And did Mr Horner know of it?”

      “Yes, my lady. And I am sure I thought for to please him.”

      “Well! perhaps you were not to blame for that. But I wonder at Mr Horner. However, my boy, as you have got possession of edge tools, you must have some rules how to use them. Did you never hear that you were not to open letters?”

      “Please, my lady, it were open. Mr Horner forgot for to seal it, in his hurry to be off.”

      “But you must not read letters that are not intended for you. You must never try to read any letters that are not directed to you, even if they be open before you.”

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