"HUMMIN" BIRD"S WESKIT."
At a quarter past two that afternoon, Amaryllis, with her bull-dog, set out for a walk.
Her father was in the laboratory, ostensibly at work, and Sir Randal, beaming expectant, had driven off to St. Albans.
Tea-time, or even dinner was early enough, thought Amaryllis, to meet the new-comer; and then, in spite of the mixture of bewilderment, pride and regret which oppressed her, she remembered the words of the American in the Cape Town bar: "Eyes blue as a hummin" bird"s weskit."
"How absurd!" she exclaimed, laughing to herself.
Then she sighed, and was quite sure she really wanted to be alone, and set herself, as she strolled down through the hazel copse towards the London road, to think seriously of Randal Bellamy and his offer.
But the trouble was that Miss Caldegard had never seen a humming bird, and therefore found herself brooding on the blueness of all the blue things in her experience, from willow-pattern china to the waters of the Mediterranean, instead of considering the answer which she must give to Randal on Friday.
A quarter of a mile of winding path led her downward to the level of the road. When she reached the stile, her thought was still far from the matter she had promised to consider.
She turned to call her dog, and, knowing his insatiable curiosity, was less surprised than annoyed to find that she had let him stray. She could not remember whether she had last seen him behind her, in front, or blundering through the undergrowth, still confident, in spite of perpetual disappointment, in his power to overtake a rabbit.
Now the dog"s temper, admirable with his friends, was uncertain with strangers, and Amaryllis was accustomed to keep him close at heel in public places. So, having whistled and called in vain, she crossed the stile and looked down the road towards Iddingfield.
There was the tiresome beast, if you please, a hundred yards away, gambolling clumsily round the legs of a man walking towards her.
Her second whistle brought the animal to a sense of duty, and he trotted towards her, with many pauses to look back reluctantly at his new friend.
She caught the dog"s collar with the crook of her stick, and bent down, slapping his muzzle in mild reproof.
As the stranger pa.s.sed, his glance was downward, for the dog, rather than the woman. As she stood erect, she saw him standing with his back towards her, in the middle of the road, with face turned to the stile she had just crossed.
Then he swung round, raising his hat as he approached her.
"Please tell me if that path leads to the Manor House," he said.
Amaryllis saw a tall, well-made figure, a face clean-shaven and deeply sun-burnt, and under the lifted hat caught a glimpse of sleek black hair. But when she saw his eyes, she knew his name, for they were the bluest she had ever seen.
"Yes," she said. "I think you must be Mr. Richard Bellamy."
"I am," he said. "How did you know?"
"Sir Randal Bellamy was telling us about you," she answered. "I am Miss Caldegard. My father and I are staying with Sir Randal. Yes, over the stile is your quickest way to the house." And she looked down the road.
"Aren"t you coming, too?" asked d.i.c.k Bellamy.
Amaryllis looked at him for a moment.
"Perhaps I"d better," she said, going towards the stile.
"Why "better"?" he asked.
"There is no one to receive you," she replied. "Besides, the village isn"t very interesting."
"Awful," said d.i.c.k. "Worst beer in England."
Amaryllis did not reply. When they were amongst the trees, he spoke again.
"I know Randal was to meet me at St. Albans, but I "phoned from Iddingfield and told "em to send him back at once. I got my car back from the vet. at mid-day, and if I hadn"t had a bit of a smash just outside Iddingfield, I"d have got here before."
Amaryllis was a quick walker, and had set a good pace up the slope from the stile. Suddenly she remembered her companion"s nick-name, and, slackening her speed, involuntarily glanced down to see if indeed this man were lame.
He came up beside her.
"It"s all right, Miss Caldegard," he said kindly. "My action"s a blemish, not a handicap."
"Oh, Mr. Bellamy!" she said. "I never even noticed it until this minute."
"I thought that was how you recognised me in the road," said the man.
"It wasn"t that," said Amaryllis, and in fear of further questioning, whistled her dog back to the path.
"Silly old thing," she said. "He won"t believe that Mr. Bunny is too quick for him; he"s never caught one yet except in his dreams."
They were making their way towards the house when they heard the car drive up to the front door, and before they reached the windows of the dining-room, Randal Bellamy turned the corner.
Amaryllis stood apart watching with a certain curiosity the meeting of the brothers.
The elder"s face was beaming with welcome, the younger"s she could not see, but something in his bearing suggested a pleasure no less. All she heard, however, was: "Hullo, young "un!" and "Hullo, Bill!"
And, when they came towards her, the expression of the two faces was that of men who, having breakfasted together, had met again at luncheon.
"Somebody"s forestalled my solemn introduction, I see," said Randal.
"Gorgon performed the ceremony," said Amaryllis.
CHAPTER IV.
COFFEE.
Randal Bellamy at fifty was the most successful patent lawyer of his day. He had taken silk before he was forty, and for many years had enjoyed, not only the largest practice, but a distinction unrivalled in his own country and unsurpa.s.sed in the world.
Such a man"s knowledge in physics, chemistry and biology, though less precise, is often wider than that of the individual specialist. His friendship with Theophilus Caldegard, begun at Cambridge, had lasted and grown stronger with the years.
On the evening of his brother"s arrival he dressed for dinner later than was his custom. His bath had filled him with a boyish desire to whistle and sing; and now, as he tied his bow and felt the silk-lined comfort of his dinner-jacket, he heard with a throb of elation the soft sound of a skirt go by his door.
He murmured as he followed:
"--lentus in umbra Formosam resonare doces Amaryllida silvas."