The study itself was a hexagon,one side window,one fireplace,and the remaining four sides occupied with doors,two of which have been already mentioned,another at the foot of the narrow winding stairs which led straight into Mr.Wilkins's bedroom over the dining-room,and the fourth opening into a path through the shrubbery to the right of the flower-garden as you looked from the house.This path led through the stable-yard,and then by a short cut right into Hamley,and brought you out close to Mr.Wilkins's office;it was by this way he always went and returned to his business.He used the study for a smoking and lounging room principally,although he always spoke of it as a convenient place for holding confidential communications with such of his clients as did not like discussing their business within the possible hearing of all the clerks in his office.By the outer door he could also pass to the stables,and see that proper care was taken at all times of his favourite and valuable horses.Into this study Ellinor would follow him of a morning,helping him on with his great-coat,mending his gloves,talking an infinite deal of merry fond nothing;and then,clinging to his arm,she would accompany him in his visits to the stables,going up to the shyest horses,and petting them,and patting them,and feeding them with bread all the time that her father held converse with Dixon.When he was finally gone--and sometimes it was a long time first--she returned to the schoolroom to Miss Monro,and tried to set herself hard at work on her lessons.But she had not much time for steady application;if her father had cared for her progress in anything,she would and could have worked hard at that study or accomplishment;but Mr.
Wilkins,the ease and pleasure loving man,did not wish to make himself into the pedagogue,as he would have considered it,if he had ever questioned Ellinor with a real steady purpose of ascertaining her intellectual progress.It was quite enough for him that her general intelligence and variety of desultory and miscellaneous reading made her a pleasant and agreeable companion for his hours of relaxation.
At twelve o'clock,Ellinor put away her books with joyful eagerness,kissed Miss Monro,asked her if they should go a regular walk,and was always rather thankful when it was decided that it would be better to stroll in the garden--a decision very often come to,for Miss Monro hated fatigue,hated dirt,hated scrambling,and dreaded rain;all of which are evils,the chances of which are never far distant from country walks.So Ellinor danced out into the garden,worked away among her flowers,played at the old games among the roots of the trees,and,when she could,seduced Dixon into the flower-garden to have a little consultation as to the horses and dogs.For it was one of her father's few strict rules that Ellinor was never to go into the stable-yard unless he were with her;so these tete-a-tetes with Dixon were always held in the flower-garden,or bit of forest ground surrounding it.Miss Monro sat and basked in the sun,close to the dial,which made the centre of the gay flower-beds,upon which the dining-room and study windows looked.
At one o'clock,Ellinor and Miss Monro dined.An hour was allowed for Miss Monro's digestion,which Ellinor again spent out of doors,and at three,lessons began again and lasted till five.At that time they went to dress preparatory for the schoolroom tea at half-past five.After tea Ellinor tried to prepare her lessons for the next day;but all the time she was listening for her father's footstep--the moment she heard that,she dashed down her book,and flew out of the room to welcome and kiss him.Seven was his dinner-hour;he hardly ever dined alone;indeed,he often dined from home four days out of seven,and when he had no engagement to take him out he liked to have some one to keep him company:Mr.Ness very often,Mr.
Corbet along with him if he was in Hamley,a stranger friend,or one of his clients.Sometimes,reluctantly,and when he fancied he could not avoid the attention without giving offence,Mr.Wilkins would ask Mr.Dunster,and then the two would always follow Ellinor into the library at a very early hour,as if their subjects for tete-a-tete conversation were quite exhausted.With all his other visitors,Mr.
Wilkins sat long--yes,and yearly longer;with Mr.Ness,because they became interested in each other's conversation;with some of the others,because the wine was good,and the host hated to spare it.
Mr.Corbet used to leave his tutor and Mr.Wilkins and saunter into the library.There sat Ellinor and Miss Monro,each busy with their embroidery.He would bring a stool to Ellinor's side,question and tease her,interest her,and they would become entirely absorbed in each other,Miss Monro's sense of propriety being entirely set at rest by the consideration that Mr.Wilkins must know what he was about in allowing a young man to become thus intimate with his daughter,who,after all,was but a child.
Mr.Corbet had lately fallen into the habit of walking up to Ford Bank for The Times every day,near twelve o'clock,and lounging about in the garden until one;not exactly with either Ellinor or Miss Monro,but certainly far more at the beck and call of the one than of the other.
Miss Monro used to think he would have been glad to stay and lunch at their early dinner,but she never gave the invitation,and he could not well stay without her expressed sanction.He told Ellinor all about his mother and sisters,and their ways of going on,and spoke of them and of his father as of people she was one day certain to know,and to know intimately;and she did not question or doubt this view of things;she simply acquiesced.