The Secret Garden | Page 8

and odd things set
out for sale. Then they were on the highroad and she saw hedges and
trees. After that there seemed nothing different for a long time--or at
least it seemed a long time to her.
At last the horses began to go more slowly, as if they were climbing
up-hill, and presently there seemed to be no more hedges and no more

trees. She could see nothing, in fact, but a dense darkness on either side.
She leaned forward and pressed her face against the window just as the
carriage gave a big jolt.
"Eh! We're on the moor now sure enough," said Mrs. Medlock.
The carriage lamps shed a yellow light on a rough-looking road which
seemed to be cut through bushes and low growing things which ended
in the great expanse of dark apparently spread out before and around
them. A wind was rising and making a singular, wild, low, rushing
sound.
"It's--it's not the sea, is it?" said Mary, looking round at her companion.
"No, not it," answered Mrs. Medlock. "Nor it isn't fields nor mountains,
it's just miles and miles and miles of wild land that nothing grows on
but heather and gorse and broom, and nothing lives on but wild ponies
and sheep."
"I feel as if it might be the sea, if there were water on it," said Mary. "It
sounds like the sea just now."
"That's the wind blowing through the bushes," Mrs. Medlock said. "It's
a wild, dreary enough place to my mind, though there's plenty that likes
it--particularly when the heather's in bloom."
On and on they drove through the darkness, and though the rain
stopped, the wind rushed by and whistled and made strange sounds.
The road went up and down, and several times the carriage passed over
a little bridge beneath which water rushed very fast with a great deal of
noise. Mary felt as if the drive would never come to an end and that the
wide, bleak moor was a wide expanse of black ocean through which
she was passing on a strip of dry land.
"I don't like it," she said to herself. "I don't like it," and she pinched her
thin lips more tightly together.
The horses were climbing up a hilly piece of road when she first caught

sight of a light. Mrs. Medlock saw it as soon as she did and drew a long
sigh of relief.
"Eh, I am glad to see that bit o' light twinkling," she exclaimed. "It's the
light in the lodge window. We shall get a good cup of tea after a bit, at
all events."
It was "after a bit," as she said, for when the carriage passed through
the park gates there was still two miles of avenue to drive through and
the trees (which nearly met overhead) made it seem as if they were
driving through a long dark vault.
They drove out of the vault into a clear space and stopped before an
immensely long but low-built house which seemed to ramble round a
stone court. At first Mary thought that there were no lights at all in the
windows, but as she got out of the carriage she saw that one room in a
corner up-stairs showed a dull glow.
The entrance door was a huge one made of massive, curiously shaped
panels of oak studded with big iron nails and bound with great iron bars.
It opened into an enormous hall, which was so dimly lighted that the
faces in the portraits on the walls and the figures in the suits of armor
made Mary feel that she did not want to look at them. As she stood on
the stone floor she looked a very small, odd little black figure, and she
felt as small and lost and odd as she looked.
A neat, thin old man stood near the manservant who opened the door
for them.
"You are to take her to her room," he said in a husky voice. "He doesn't
want to see her. He's going to London in the morning."
"Very well, Mr. Pitcher," Mrs. Medlock answered. "So long as I know
what's expected of me, I can manage."
"What's expected of you, Mrs. Medlock," Mr. Pitcher said, "is that you
make sure that he's not disturbed and that he doesn't see what he doesn't
want to see."

And then Mary Lennox was led up a broad staircase and down a long
corridor and up a short flight of steps and through another corridor and
another, until a door opened in a wall and she found herself in a room
with a fire in it and a supper on a table.
Mrs. Medlock said unceremoniously:
"Well, here you are! This room and the next are where you'll