He wheeled her round with the words. She came face to face with Larpent.
There was an instant of dead silence, then Toby uttered a little quivering laugh.
"Hullo--Captain!" she said
"Hullo!" said Larpent, paused a moment, then abruptly took her by the chin, and, stooping, touched the wide brow with his lips. "All right?" he asked gruffly.
Toby gave a little gasp; she seemed to be trembling. But in a second she laughed again, with more a.s.surance. "Yes, all right, captain," she said.
"I--I--I"m glad to see you again. You all right too?"
Bunny, looking on, made the abrupt discovery that Larpent also was embarra.s.sed. It was Saltash who answered for him, covering the moment"s awkwardness with the innate ease of manner which never seemed to desert him.
"Of course he"s all right. Don"t you worry about him! We"re going to buy him another boat as soon as the insurance Company have done talking.
Maud, this is my captain, the finest yachtsman you"ve ever met and my very good friend."
He threw his merry, dare-devil glance at Larpent as he made the introduction, and turned immediately to Jake.
"You two ought to get on all right. He disapproves of me almost as strongly as you do, and--like you--he endures me, he knows not wherefore!"
Jake"s red-brown eyes held a smile that made his rugged face look kindly as he made reply. "Maybe we both have the sense to spot a winner when we see one, my lord."
Saltash"s brows went up derisively. "And maybe you"ll both lose good money on the gamble before you"ve done."
"I think not," said Jake, in his steady drawl. "I"ve known many a worse starter than you get home on the straight."
Saltash laughed aloud, and Toby turned with flushed cheeks and lifted eyes, alight and ardent, to her hero"s face.
Saltash"s glance flashed round to her, the monkeyish grin still about his mouth, and from her to Bunny who stood behind. He did not speak for a moment. Then: "No; you"ve never known a worse starter, Jake," he said; "and if I do get home on the straight it will be thanks to you."
Very curiously from that moment Bunny found his brief resentment dead.
CHAPTER XII
THE OGRE"S CASTLE
"Let"s go out into the garden!" said Bunny urgently.
Dinner was over, and Maud and Saltash were at the piano at the far end of the great room. Jake and Larpent were smoking in silent companionship at a comfortable distance. Toby, who had been very quiet the whole evening, sat silently apart in a low chair with her hands clasped about her knees.
Bunny alone was restless.
She lifted her eyes to him as he prowled near her, and they held a hint of mischief. At his murmured words she rose.
"You"d like to?" he questioned.
She nodded. "Of course; love it. You know the way. You lead!"
Bunny needed no second bidding. He went straight to the tall door and held it open for her. Toby, very slim and girlish in her white raiment, c.o.c.ked her chin and walked out in state. But the moment they were alone she turned upon him a face brimful of laughter.
"Oh, now we can enjoy ourselves! I"ve been feeling so proper all the evening. Quick! Where shall we go?"
"Into the garden," said Bunny. "Or wait! Come up on to the battlements!
It"s ripping up there."
She thrust her hand eagerly into his. "I shall love that. Which way do we go?"
"Through the music-room," said Bunny.
He caught and held her hand. They ran up one of the wide stairways that branched north and south to the Gallery. Saltash"s music followed them from the drawing-room as they went. He was playing a haunting Spanish love-song, and Toby shivered and quickened her pace.
They reached another oak door which Bunny opened, drawing her impetuously forward. "This is Charlie"s own particular sanctum. Rather a ripping place, isn"t it? He"s got a secret den that leads somewhere out of it, but no one knows how to get in."
He led her over a polished oak floor into a long, almost empty apartment with turreted windows at each end, and a grand piano near one of them that shone darkly in the shaded lamplight. Underfoot were Persian rugs, exquisite of tint and rich of texture. Two or three deep divans completed the furniture of the room giving it a look of Eastern magnificence that strangely lured the senses.
"Rather like a harem I always think," said Bunny, pausing to look round.
"There"s an Arabian Nights sort of flavour about it that rather gets hold of one. Why? You"re shivering! Surely you"re not cold!"
"No, I"m not cold," said Toby. "But I don"t like this place. It"s creepy.
Let"s go!"
But Bunny lingered. "What"s the matter with it? It"s luxurious enough.
I"ve always rather liked coming in here."
Toby made a small but vehement gesture of protest. "Then you like horrid things," she said. "There"s no air in here;--only--only--scent."
Bunny sniffed. "Well, it"s quite subtle anyhow; not enough to upset anybody. Rather a seductive perfume, what?"
She surprised him by stamping in sudden fury upon the bare floor.
"It"s beastly! It"s hateful! How can you like it? It--it--it"s bad!
It"s--d.a.m.nable!"
Bunny stared at her. "Well, Charlie designed it anyway. It"s the one corner in the whole Castle that is individually his. What on earth is there that you don"t like about it?"
"Everything--everything!" declared Toby pa.s.sionately. "I don"t want to stay here another minute. Show me the way out!"
She spoke with such imperiousness that Bunny judged it best to comply. He showed her a door in the eastern wall that was draped by a heavy red curtain.
"You can get up on to the ramparts that way. But wait a minute while I find the switch! What are you running away from? There isn"t a bogey-man anywhere."
Toby drew in her breath sharply with a nervous glance over her shoulder.
"I think it"s a dreadful place," she said. "I want to get out into the air."
Bunny opened the door, and a dark pa.s.sage gaped before them. "This looks much more eerie," he observed, feeling about for a switch. "Do you really like this better?"
"Much better," said Toby, going boldly into the darkness.
"Don"t believe there is a switch," said Bunny, striking a match. "No, there isn"t! How beastly medieval! Look here! Wait while I go and get an electric torch!"