A Company of Swans by Eva Ibbotson Read Free Book Online Page A

weariness on the girls' faces, the pull of their muscles, the fierce, unending discipline that underlies the tawdry glitter of the stage.
    And even Edward, coming up to Harriet with his usual proprietary air, saw her face and left her alone.
    Ten minutes later the tour was completed and the ladies back in the entrance hall. It was here that Mr. Grunthorpe met his Waterloo. Aunt Louisa, the Circle's secretary, advanced toward him and thanked him on behalf of her group for showing them round. Mr. Grunthorpe, his rapacious hand curved in expectation, murmured that it had been a pleasure. He was still staring at his empty hand in total disbelief as Louisa, following the other ladies, disappeared through the front door.
    There now followed the selection of a suitable site for the picnic. This was not a simple matter, but at last they were settled in a sheltered spot in the sunken garden, the hampers brought from the charabanc, rugs spread and parasols arranged, and the ladies fell to.
    Edward was at first pleased to sit beside Harriet enjoying the excellent food they had prepared. Though exceptionally quiet even for her, she looked very pleasing in her blue skirt and white blouse and he particularly liked the way she was wearing her hair: taken back under a velvet band and loose on her shoulders. But after a while he grew restive; he was, after all, an entomologist and here not only for pleasure.
    "Come, Harriet," he said presently. "I want to replenish the laboratory teaching specimens. Will you help me?"
    She nodded and rose and they moved off in the direction of the croquet lawn, while at a discreet distance the stalwart Millie Braithwaite, eschewing her after-luncheon nap, pursued them.
    For nearly half an hour Edward, bent almost double, moved absorbedly across the grass, flicking the heavy sweep-net to and fro over the ground.
    "Pooter, please, Harriet!" he would say from time to time, straightening up, and she would hand him the little glass tube with its rubber pipe into which he would suck the hopping, wriggling, jumping little creatures; then, "killing bottle!", and that too Harriet would put into his hand so that the miniature flies and bright bugs and stripy beetles could find, among the fumes of potassium cyanide, their final resting place.
    As they moved slowly toward the terrace Edward suddenly perceived, on a blossoming viburnum bush, a large and golden Brimstone butterfly. At once he became transformed and the heavy cumbersome sweep-net, the crouching position were abandoned. Plucking the gossamer butterfly-net from Harriet, he almost danced up the steps. This was a new Edward: a lithe and entomological Ariel. For a few moments he hovered, measuring his prey—then, with a magnificent sideways sweep of the net, he struck!
    "Got it!" he announced with satisfaction and as Harriet approached, he pinched the fluttering creature's thorax between his forefinger and thumb.
    A neat and expert movement: an instant and humane death. But it made a noise which Harriet had not expected—a small but distinct "crack"—and it was now that she told Edward he must excuse her for a while and left him.
    Walking unthinkingly, she found herself in a small copse through which there ran a stream, its banks carpeted with more primroses than she had ever seen.
    If the first butterfly you see is a yellow butterfly, then it will be a good summer, Harriet knew that. But if the first butterfly you see is a dead butterfly, what then?
    She had come to an orchard. The lichened pear trees were in blossom, the apples still in pink-tipped bud. What a heavenly place, thought Harriet, for here Stavely's neglect only added to its loveliness, and as if in echo to her thoughts she found herself on a wide track which must have branched off from the main avenue, in front of a sign saying: "To Paradise Farm."
    She hesitated, not uninterested in the idea of Paradise, but the glimpse of tall chimneys and tiled roofs half-hidden in the trees suggested a house