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Harriet Smales had heard with unconcealed pleasure of his leaving the shop and taking lodgings of his own. She had been anxious to come and see the rooms, and, though the following Sunday was appointed for her visit, she could not wait so long, but, to her cousin's surprise, presented herself at the house one evening, and was announced by the landlady, who looked suspicious.
A clock hanging on the wall ticked very loudly in the perfect stillness as the schoolmistress took her seat. She appeared to examine a book for a few moments, then raised her head, looked at the faces before her with a troubled expression, and began to speak. "I wish to know who can give me any account of the way in which Harriet Smales received her hurt. Stop! Hands only, please.
When they had sat thus for more than an hour, Mr. Smales began to exhibit a wish to talk. "Put the book away, and draw up to the fire, my boy," he said, with as near an approach to heartiness as he was capable of. "It's Christmas time, and Christmas only comes once a year." He rubbed his palms together, then began to twist the corners of his handkerchief.
"Certainly not, certainly not. Now be quiet, Maud, and let Lucy begin." Lucy, a sensible and matter-of-fact girl, made a straightforward narration, the facts of which were concurred in by her companions. Harriet Smales, it seemed, had been exercising upon Ida for some days her utmost powers of irritation, teasing her, as Lucy put it, "beyond all bearing."
The two boys, especially, were in great grief at their departure, and were very loth to part with their boatswain, who remains with us to make up our complement. Smales: 'Whitby, June 30th, 1877. 'THOMAS BRASSEY, Esq.
Harriet Smales was about a year younger than her cousin. Her dress showed moderately good taste, with the usual fault of a desire to imitate an elegance which she could not in reality afford. She wore a black jacket, fur-trimmed, over a light grey dress; her black straw hat had a few flowers in front. Her figure was good and her movements graceful; she was nearly as tall as Julian.
Harriet Smales had quite recovered consciousness, and was very soon able to give her own account of the incident. After listening to her, Miss Rutherford turned to the schoolchildren, who were now seated in the usual order on benches, and spoke to them with some degree of calm. "I am going to take Harriet home.
Smales and his daughter Harriet, there sat at the table a lad of about thirteen, with a dark, handsome face, which had something of a foreign cast His eyes gleamed at all times with the light of a frank joyousness; he laughed with the unrestraint of a perfectly happy nature.
Lucy Wood, you will please to see that order is preserved in my absence; I shall only be away twenty minutes, at the most. Ida Starr, you will go up into my sitting-room, and remain there till I come to you. All take out your copy-books; I shall examine the lines written whilst I am away." The servant, who had been despatched for a cab, appeared at the door. Harriet Smales was led out.
Still, there would be something in future to look forward to, a novel sensation at The Academy. Harriet Smales had left home in a bad temper that Sunday afternoon, and when she came back to tea, after her walk with Julian, her state of mind did not appear to have undergone any improvement. She took her place at the tea-table in silence. She and Mrs.
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