"Quite a pretty exhibition!" remarked Saltash. "Where is Jake?"
Jake himself appeared at the moment riding soberly, mounted on his favourite horse, The Hundredth Chance. He greeted Saltash with a smile and jumped to the ground to join them at the gate.
"They"ll be round again directly. Just riding off their spirits," he explained in his easy drawl. "You motored over, my lord?"
Saltash nodded with a touch of impatience. He was watching with restless eyes for the reappearance of the girl on horseback. She had not seen him at the gate, yet somehow his arrogance rebelled at the fact that she had pa.s.sed him by.
Jake stood with The Hundredth Chance nuzzling against him. He did not trouble himself to make conversation; that was not his way. He also waited for the reappearance of the riders.
They came, riding side by side and jesting with careless _camaraderie_.
Toby"s face was delicately flushed. The fair head had no covering. She was dressed and looked exactly like a boy.
At sight of Saltash standing by the gate her whole att.i.tude changed. She uttered a queer sound, half-whoop, half-sob, and flung herself out of the saddle. In a moment she had reached him, was hanging to his arm in mute greeting, everything else in the world forgotten. It was pathetically like the re-union of a lost dog to its master.
Saltash"s ugly face softened miraculously at her action. The jest died on his lips. "Why, Nonette!" he said. "Nonette!"
She strangled another sob. Her face was burning, quivering, appealing, no longer the face of a boy. "I thought you"d forgotten to come," she said.
"What? Was I expected to lunch?" said Saltash. "Ah! Was that why you wouldn"t go to church?"
Toby looked up, desperately smiling. "It may have been--partly. But I never do go. Do you?"
"Not often," said Saltash. "I might if I stayed here. There"s no knowing.
You"ll be pleased to hear your daddy is better. He"s coming down to the Castle to convalesce. And when he"s done that, I"m going to have a party--a coming-out party--for you."
"For me!" Toby gasped, staring at him with scared blue eyes. "I hope you won"t, sir," she said.
He laughed back at her, his brows working mischievously. "_Mais pourquoi pas, mignonne?_ You are old enough. Maud will come and be hostess, won"t you, Maud? You shall have Jake too for a watch-dog, if you want him.
After that, you shall be presented at Court, when you"ve learnt to curtsey prettily instead of turning somersaults. You must let your hair grow, Nonette, and leave off wearing breeks. You"ve got to be a credit to me."
"Oh, d.a.m.n!" said Toby in dismay. "I mean--oh, bother!"
"Yes, it"s a good thing you mean only that, isn"t it?" laughed Saltash.
"If you go on wearing those masculine things much longer, you"ll have Jake punching your head for little slips of that kind. He"s getting mighty particular, I"m told."
"Not afraid of Jake!" said Toby, casting a swift look at her host.
Jake was lighting his pipe. His face wore a faint smile. He was holding Toby"s animal as well as his own. "Aren"t you going to ride again?" he said.
"No," said Toby.
"Oh, come on!" Bunny pushed his horse forward without dismounting. "Glad to see you, Charlie, but we must have one more gallop. Come on, Toby! Be a sport!"
But Toby, still holding Saltash"s sleeve, would not so much as look at him. "Not coming," she said tersely.
Saltash laughed. Bunny coloured suddenly and hotly. "Oh, all right!" he said, and, wheeling his horse, rode away.
"Now you"ve hurt his little feelings," observed Saltash.
"Who cares?" said Toby, and nestled closer, till with his sudden reckless grin he thrust an arm about her shoulders.
"I"ll tell you what it is, Nonette. You"re getting spoilt all round.
Something will have to be done. Shall I take her away, Jake?"
"And bring me back when I"m good?" put in Toby eagerly.
He laughed and pinched her ear. "I shall want to keep you myself--when you"re good. I haven"t yet found anyone to sew on b.u.t.tons like you do.
No, _ma chere_, you"ll have to stay and be caned for your sins. Jake is a better schoolmaster than I am, being so eminently virtuous himself. I hope you do cane her, Jake. I"m sure she needs it."
"No," Jake said, preparing to mount again. "I haven"t tried that at present."
Toby watched him a little wistfully as he moved away, leading her horse.
"I am trying to be good," she said. "He knows that."
"Yes, she"s trying hard," Maud said very kindly. "Jake and I are going to be proud of her some day."
Saltash"s brows twisted humorously. "I wonder," he said. And then again lightly he laughed. "Don"t get too good, Nonette! I can"t rise to it."
She turned swiftly, looking up into the derisive face above her with open adoration in her own. "You!" she said. "You!"
"Well, what about me?" he said.
She coloured very deeply. "Nothing, sir, nothing! Only--you"re so great!"
He flicked her cheek, grimacing hideously. "Is that your pretty way of telling me I"m the biggest rotter you ever met?"
"Oh, no!" said Toby quickly and earnestly. "Oh no! I think you are--a king. If--if anyone could make me believe in G.o.d, you could."
She spoke with a sincerity that held a hint of pa.s.sion. The grimace flicked out of Saltash"s face like a picture from a screen. For a moment he had the blank look of a man who has been hit, he knows not where. Then with lightning swiftness, his eyes went to Maud. "You hear that?" he said, almost on a note of challenge. "Why don"t you laugh?"
She met his look with absolute steadfastness. There was a certain pity in her own. "Because," she said with great gentleness, "I believe that it is true."
In the silence that followed she waited for his own laugh of mockery and did not hear it. The odd eyes comprehended her, and pa.s.sed her by, fell abruptly to Toby and dwelt upon her with a whimsical tenderness.
"I always said you were a little a.s.s, didn"t I, Toby?" he said.
And Toby turned with an apologetic murmur and softly kissed his hand.
CHAPTER X
RESOLUTIONS
Toby went to church that Sunday evening with great propriety, Saltash having departed, taking Bunny with him to spend the evening at Burchester. Her behaviour was a model of decorum throughout, but returning she begged Jake for a cigarette as a reward of virtue.
"It"ll keep me good for hours," she a.s.sured him.