Cruel As The Grave
Page 45Sybil did not like the implied flattery, delicately as it was conveyed.
She drew her hand away; and then, to heal the little hurt she might have
made in doing so, she opened the window and said, pleasantly: "Look, Mrs. Blondelle! You see the lights of our home now."
Rosa leaned across Sybil to look in the direction indicated, and she saw
scattered lights that seemed to be set in the side of the mountain. She
saw no house, and she said so.
"That is because the house is built of the very same dark iron-gray
rocks that form the mountain; and being immediately at the foot of the
mountain, and closely surrounded with trees, can not at night be
Here the carriage road curved around an expansion of the river that
might have been taken either for a very small lake, or a very large
pond. And about midway of this curve, or semi-circle, the carriage drew
up.
On the left-hand was dimly seen the lake; on the right-hand the gate
letting into the elm-tree avenue that led straight up to the house.
"That is the Black Pond, and there is Black Hall. More 'blackness,' Mrs.
Blondelle," smiled Sybil, who was so delighted to get home that she
The carriage waited only until the gates could be opened by the slow old
porter, whom Sybil laughingly greeted as "Cerberus," although the name
given him in baptism was that of the keeper of the keys of heaven, and
not that of the guardian of the entrance to the other place.
"Cerberus," or rather Peter, warmly welcomed his young mistress back,
and widely stretched the gates for her carriage to pass.
As the carriage rolled easily along the avenue, now thickly carpeted
with forest leaves, and as it approached the house, the fine old
steep roofs and latticed windows--all monuments of the old colonial
days--came more and more distinctly into view from its background of
mountains. Lights were gleaming from upper and lower and all sorts of
windows, and the whole aspect of the grand old hospitable mansion
proclaimed, "WELCOME."