"You have an excellent preceptress--in modernity," he remarked. "May I?"
"If you mean smoke, of course you may," she answered. "But you may not say or think horrid things about my best friend. She"s a dear, wonderful woman, and I"m sure uncle has not been like the same man since she came."
"I"m glad you appreciate that," he answered. "Do you honestly think he"s any the better for it?"
"I think he"s immensely improved," she answered. "He doesn"t grub about by himself nearly so much, and he"s had his hair cut. I"m sure he looks years younger."
"Do you think that he seems quite as contented?"
"Contented!" she repeated, scornfully. "That"s just like you, Richard. He hasn"t any right to be contented. No one has. It is the one absolutely fatal state."
He stretched himself out upon, the seat, and frowned.
"You"re picking up some strange ideas, Clara," he remarked.
"Well, if I am, that"s better than being contented to all eternity with the old ones," she replied. "Mrs. Handsell is doing us all no end of good. She makes us think! We all ought to think, Richard."
"What on earth for?"
"You are really hopeless," she murmured. "So bucolic--"
"Thanks," he interrupted. "I seem to recognize the inspiration. I hate that woman."
"My dear Richard!" she exclaimed.
"Well, I do!" he persisted. "When she first came she was all right. That fellow Borrowdean seems to have done all the mischief."
"Poor Sir Leslie!" she exclaimed, demurely. "I thought him so delightful."
"Obviously," he replied. "I didn"t. I hate a fellow who doesn"t do things himself, and has a way of looking on which makes you feel a perfect idiot. Neither Mr. Mannering nor Mrs. Handsell--nor you--have been the same since he was here."
"I gather," she said, softly, "that you do not find us improved."
"I do not," he answered, stolidly. "Mrs. Handsell has begun to talk to you now about London, of the theatres, the dressmakers, Hurlingham, Ranelagh, race meetings, society, and all that sort of rot. She talks of them very cleverly. She knows how to make the tinsel sparkle like real gold."
She laughed softly.
"You are positively eloquent, Richard," she declared. "Do go on!"
"Then she goes for your uncle," he continued, without heeding her interruption. "She speaks of Parliament, of great causes, of ambition, until his eyes are on fire. She describes new pleasures to you, and you sit at her feet, a mute worshipper! I can"t think why she ever came here.
She"s absolutely the wrong sort of woman for a quiet country place like this. I wish I"d never let her the place."
"You are a very foolish person," she answered. "She came here simply because she was weary of cities and wanted to get as far away from them as possible. Only last night she said that she would be content never to breathe the air of a town again."
Lindsay tossed his cigarette away impatiently.
"Oh, I know exactly her way of saying that sort of thing!" he exclaimed.
"A moment later she would be describing very cleverly, and a little regretfully, some wonderful sight or other only to be found in London."
"Really," she declared, "I am getting afraid of you. You are more observant than I thought."
"There is one gift, at least," he answered, "which we country folk are supposed to possess. We know truth when we see it. But I am saying more than I have any right to. I don"t want to make you angry, Clara!"
She shook her head.
"You won"t do that," she said. "But I don"t think you quite understand.
Let me tell you something. You know that I am an orphan, don"t you? I do not remember my father at all, and I can only just remember my mother. I was brought up at a pleasant but very dreary boarding-school. I had very few friends, and no one came to see me except my uncle, who was always very kind, but always in a desperate hurry. I stayed there until I was seventeen. Then my uncle came and fetched me, and brought me straight here. Now that is exactly what my life has been. What do you think of it?"
"Very dull indeed," he answered, frankly.
She nodded.
"I have never been in London at all," she continued. "I really only know what men and women are like from books, or the one or two types I have met around here. Now, do you think that that is enough to satisfy one? Of course it is very beautiful here, I know, and sometimes when the sun is shining and the birds singing and the sea comes up into the creeks, well, one almost feels content. But the sun doesn"t always shine, Richard, and there are times when I am right down bored, and I feel as though I"d love to draw my allowance from uncle, pack my trunk, and go up to London, on my own!"
He laughed. Somehow all that she had said had sounded so natural that some part of his uneasiness was already pa.s.sing away.
"Yours," he admitted, "is an extreme case. I really don"t know why your uncle has never taken you up for a month or so in the season."
"We have lived here for four years," she said, "and he has never once suggested it. He goes himself, of course, sometimes, but I am quite sure that he doesn"t enjoy it. For days before he fidgets about and looks perfectly miserable, and when he comes back he always goes off for a long walk by himself. I am perfectly certain that for some reason or other he hates going. Yet he seems to have been everywhere, to know every one.
To hear him talk with Mrs. Handsell is like a new Arabian Nights to me."
He nodded.
"Your uncle was a very distinguished man," he said. "I was only at college then, but I remember what a fuss there was in all the papers when he resigned his seat."
"What did they say was the reason?" she asked, eagerly.
"A slight disagreement with Lord Rochester, and ill-health."
"Absurd!" she exclaimed. "Uncle is as strong as a horse."
"Would you like him," he asked, "to go back into political life?"
Her eyes sparkled.
"Of course I should."
"You may have your wish," he said, a little sadly. "I don"t fancy he has been quite the same man since Sir Leslie Borrowdean was here, and Mrs.
Handsell never leaves him alone for a moment."
She laughed.
"You talk as though they were conspirators!" she exclaimed.
"That is precisely what I believe them to be," he answered, grimly.
"Richard!"