The Shadow of the Rope eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 288 pages of information about The Shadow of the Rope.

The Shadow of the Rope eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 288 pages of information about The Shadow of the Rope.

That was Morna’s first impression of the new mistress of Normanthorpe, and it was never erased from her mind; a slender silhouette in an enormous hat, the light all behind her, the pilastered doorway for a frame, a gay background of hothouse flowers, and in the figure itself a nervous hesitancy which struck an immediate chord of sympathy in Morna.  She also was shy; the touch of imperfect nature was mutually discernible and discerned; and the two were kin from the meeting of their hands.

Morna began her apology, nevertheless; but Rachel cut it very short.  “My dear Mrs. Woodgate, I think it is so kind of you!” she exclaimed, her low voice full of the frankest gratitude; and Morna was surprised at the time; it was as though she were the rich man’s wife, and Mrs. Steel the vicar’s.

They sat a little, talking of the time of year; and it was some minutes before Morna really saw her new neighbor’s face, what with her great hat and the position of the chair which Mrs. Steel selected.  And for these few minutes, after that first frank speech, the greater constraint was on the part of the hostess; then all at once she seemed to throw it off, rising impulsively, as though the great high room, with the Italian tiles and the garish gilt furniture, struck the same chill to her as to Morna before her.

“Come round the garden,” said Rachel, quickly.  “I am delighted with the garden, and I think it’s really warmer than the house.”

Delightful it certainly was, or rather they, for the Normanthorpe gardens were never spoken of in the singular number by those familiar with their fame; they had been reconstructed and enlarged by a dead duke with a fad for botany, and kept up by successors who could not endure the cold, uncomfortable house.  It was said to have been a similar taste in Mr. Steel which had first attracted him to the place; but as he never confirmed or contradicted anything that was said of him, and would only smile when a rumor reached his ears, there was no real foundation for the report.

The ducal botanist had left behind him the rarest collection of plants and trees, and a tradition in scientific gardening which had not been allowed to die; it was neglected Normanthorpe that had loaded the tables and replenished the greenhouses of seats more favored by the family; and all this was the more wonderful as a triumph of art over some natural disadvantages in the way of soil and climate.  The Normanthorpe roses, famous throughout the north of England, were as yet barely budding in the kindless wind; the blaze of early bulbs was over; but there were the curious alien trees, and the ornamental waters haunted by outlandish wildfowl, bred there on the same principle of acclimatization.

“I expect you know the way quite well,” said Rachel, as they followed a winding path over a bank of rhododendrons near the lake; “to me every stroll is still a voyage of exploration, and I shall be rather sorry when I begin to know exactly what I am going to see next.  Now, I have never been this way before, and have no idea what is coming, so you must tell me, if you know.  What a funny scent!  I seem to know it, too.  Why, what have they got here?”

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