Claudia accordingly went through the hall into the drawing-room, smiling, but a little disappointed that the house in which she found herself was not more like what she had expected, a home in which she might have worked a beneficent revolution. There was a good-sized, if rather dark, hall, hung with fine prints, and the drawing-room was almost too bright and cheerful. Flowers, books, and china, she might have expected, but there was grouping on which her eye fell with some surprise. She reflected with a sigh for which she might have found it difficult to account, that fashion now penetrated everywhere. Then she sat down in an extremely easy-chair, took off her hat, took up a book, and waited.
Seen thus, Claudia’s beauty was more striking than when the hat hid a small dark head, and to some extent shadowed eyes which were at once sweet and eager. Her nose was rather piquante than classical, and her cheek had a charming dimpled roundness. Her figure was both small and slight, and her clothes fitted admirably. Altogether, when Philippa Cartwright came hurriedly in, her eyes fell upon a pretty picture of a young girl lying in a deep chair, her dark hair flung into strong relief by the red silk cushion in which it was buried, and on which slanted the rays of an afternoon sun.
“My dear Claudia,” she exclaimed, “how inhospitable you must think us! And why didn’t you have your tea? I told Jane to insist upon it. Anne and Emily are in the town with Harry Hilton, and I intended to have been at home long ago. I might have known better. But you shall have tea at once. Here it comes, and plenty of scones, I hope. Sugar?”
“Please. But let me pour it out,” said the girl, pleasantly. “I dare say you are much more tired than I am.”
Miss Philippa laughed.
“I? Oh, I am never tired,” she said. “I haven’t the time. Let me see, Claudia, I quite forget if you know our country?”
“Not at all. And I thought it lovely as I came along, though one couldn’t say much for the farming.” Her voice changed, and she said more shyly, “It is very good of you to have me in this way.”
“Well, it is simply an experiment on either side,” returned her cousin, giving her a comprehensive look. “We don’t in the least know whether you will be able to do with us, and of course it will take you a little time to discover, so that no one is to feel at all bound in the matter. That is my one stipulation. And we have agreed that from the very beginning—unless you dislike it—you are not to be treated as a visitor, but as if you lived here, and had all the independence of home. I began, you see, by coming back too late to receive you,” added Miss Philippa, with twinkling eyes. “Otherwise it doesn’t seem to me as if you could judge fairly whether you like the position or not. What do you think about it?”
Claudia was looking straight at her and evidently considering.
“Yes,” she said, with a little nod, “I agree with you. There is a good deal I have to explain, but that can wait. Yes. That will leave us freedom on both sides, for I warn you, you are very likely to disapprove of me. I hardly liked to use the word experiment, but I should have had to get at it somehow. You see, my sympathies are very much with what I suppose you call the new woman.”