The Secret Garden / Таинственный сад

She opened the door of the room and went into the corridor, and then she began her wanderings. It was a long corridor and it branched into other corridors and it led her up short flights of steps which mounted to others again. There were doors and doors, and there were pictures on the walls. Sometimes they were pictures of dark, curious landscapes, but oftenest they were portraits of men and women in queer, grand costumes made of satin and velvet. She found herself in one long gallery whose walls were covered with these portraits. She had never thought there could be so many in any house. She walked slowly down this place and stared at the faces which also seemed to stare at her. She felt as if they were wondering what a little girl from India was doing in their house. Some were pictures of children-little girls in thick satin frocks [67] which reached to their feet and stood out about them, and boys with puffed sleeves and lace collars and long hair, or with big ruffs [68] around their necks. She always stopped to look at the children, and wonder what their names were, and where they had gone, and why they wore such odd clothes. There was a stiff, plain little girl rather like herself. She wore a green brocade dress [69] and held a green parrot on her finger. Her eyes had a sharp, curious look.

It seemed as if there was no one in all the huge house but herself, wandering about upstairs and down. Since so many rooms had been built, people must have lived in them, but it all seemed so empty that she could not quite believe it true. It was not until she climbed to the second floor. All the doors were shut, but at last she put her hand on the handle of one of them and turned it. It was a massive door and opened into a big bedroom. There were embroidered hangings on the wall and inlaid furniture. A broad window with leaded panes looked out upon the moor; and over the mantel was another portrait of the stiff, plain little girl who seemed to stare at her more curiously than ever. After that she opened more doors and more. She saw so many rooms that she began to think that there must be a hundred. In all of them there were old pictures or old tapestries with strange scenes. There were curious pieces of furniture and curious ornaments in nearly all of them.

In one room, which looked like a lady's sitting-room, the hangings were all embroidered velvet, and in a cabinet were about a hundred little elephants made of ivory. They were of different sizes, and some had their mahouts [70] or palanquins [71] on their backs. Some were much bigger than the others and some were so tiny that they seemed only babies. Mary had seen carved ivory in India and she knew all about elephants. She opened the door of the cabinet and stood on a footstool and played with these for quite a long time. When she got tired she set the elephants in order and shut the door of the cabinet.

In all her wanderings through the long corridors and the empty rooms, she had seen nothing alive; but in this room she saw something. Just after she had closed the cabinet door she heard a tiny rustling sound. It made her jump and look around at the sofa by the fireplace, from which it seemed to come. In the corner of the sofa there was a cushion [72], and in the velvet which covered it there was a hole, and out of the hole peeped a tiny head with a pair of frightened eyes in it.

It was a little gray mouse. It had eaten a hole into the cushion and made a comfortable nest there. Six baby mice were sleeping near her. She had wandered about very long. Two or three times she lost her way by turning down the wrong corridor, but at last she reached her own floor again, though she was some distance from her own room and did not know exactly where she was. Suddenly she heard a strange sound. It was a cry, but not quite like the one she had heard last night; it was only a short one, a fretful childish cry muffled by passing through walls. She put her hand accidentally upon the tapestry near her. The tapestry was the covering of a door which fell open and showed her that there was another part of the corridor behind it, and Mrs. Medlock was coming up it with her bunch of keys in her hand and a very cross look on her face.

“What are you doing here?” she said, and she took Mary by the arm and pulled her away. “What did I tell you?”

“I turned round the wrong corner,” explained Mary. “I didn't know which way to go and I heard some one crying.” She quite hated Mrs. Medlock at the moment, but she hated her more the next.

“You didn't hear anything of the sort,” said the housekeeper. “You come along back to your own nursery or I'll box your ears.”

And she took her by the arm and half pushed, half pulled her up one passage and down another until she pushed her in at the door of her own room.

“Now,” she said, “you stay where you're told to stay or you'll find yourself locked up. The master had better get you a governess, same as he said he would. You're one that needs some one to look sharp after you. I've got enough to do.”

She went out of the room and slammed the door after her, and Mary sat on the hearth-rug, pale with rage. She did not cry, but ground her teeth. She had found out a great deal this morning. She felt as if she had been on a long journey, and at any rate she had had something to amuse her all the time.

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