"Easily! I consider she has been much maligned. I will allow her to be disconcerting, but by no means the petrifying Gorgon I was led to expect."
"Not by me!" she said quickly. "I never said that of Grandmama!"
Mr Fancot, whose courage had been strengthened by the excellent food and drink offered him, replied coolly: "Oh, yes! If not in actual words, by inference! Can you deny it?"
She exclaimed instead: "What an odd, unexpected creature you are, my lord! Can you deny that you looked forward to this party with the gravest misgivings? You told me that the very thought of running the gauntlet of my family put you into a quake!"
"That was because I had been misled," said Kit brazenly.
She looked at him, amused, yet with a puzzled crease between her brows.. "But you weren"t in a quake-even before you decided that you had been misled. I own, I thought Grandmama would have put you out of countenance, but she didn"t."
"To be honest with you, she did, but I thought it would be fatal to betray my embarra.s.sment."
"Yes, very true: she despises the people she can bully. You gave her a homestall, and she may very likely have taken a fancy to you."
"Can she bully you?" he asked.
"Oh, no! That is, I shouldn"t let her do so, but the occasion hasn"t arisen: she is always very kind to me." She fell silent for a few moments; and when she spoke again it was in a more formal tone, and as though she were carefully picking her words. "Lord Denville, when you did me the honour of asking me to marry you, we discussed the matter-we began to discuss the matter quite frankly. But we were interrupted, as I expect you will recall, and there has been no opportunity since that day to resume our discussion." She raised her eyes to his face. "I should like to be able to do so before coming to an irrevocable decision."
He had been regarding her over the rim of his winegla.s.s, but he set the gla.s.s down at this, saying involuntarily: "I thought you had come to a decision! How is this?"
She answered apologetically: "I"m afraid I gave you reason to think so. And indeed, at that moment, I believed I had done so. I can"t explain it to you tonight. I had hoped to have seen you again before this party, but you had gone into the country, and Albinia- Lady Stavely-sent out the invitations without telling me."
He cast a swift glance towards his hostess, to a.s.sure himself that her attention was still being claimed by her brother-in-law, before asking bluntly: "Do you wish to cry off, Miss Stavely?"
She considered the question, frowning. "You will think me a perfect wet-goose, Denville, but the truth is that I don"t know! If Albinia had not come into the room when she did-"
"Unfortunate!" he agreed.
"Yes, and so stupid, if she but knew it, poor thing! To be sure, there was some awkwardness attached to our discussion, but we were on the way to an understanding- or, so I believed. I have felt ever since that a great deal was left unsaid. You too, I dare say. When Albinia came in you had just said there was one stipulation you must make-but you weren"t granted the opportunity to tell me what that may be."
"Good G.o.d, did I really say anything so uncivil?" he asked, startled.
"No, no, you were not uncivil! Remember that I begged you to be plain with me- not to stand on points!"
"I seem to have taken the fullest advantage of that request, if I did indeed talk about stipulations!"
"I thought that was the word you used, but I might be mistaken, perhaps. Yet-"
"I fancy you must have been, for I haven"t the smallest recollection of it."
"But you can"t have forgotten that you said something of that nature!" she objected, considerably surprised.
He laughed. "But I have forgotten, which proves that it can"t have been a matter of much consequence. If only we had not suffered that untimely interruption-!"
"Exactly so! You must feel as I do that it left us uncomfortably situated. Would it be possible for you to visit me tomorrow, a little after eleven o"clock? We may be secure against another such interruption, for Albinia means to go shopping with her mother directly after breakfast, and my grandmother never leaves her room until noon." She thought he hesitated, and added, colouring slightly: "I ought not to suggest it, perhaps, but my situation is a trifle difficult. Surely it can"t be thought improper in me-at my age, and in such circ.u.mstances-to receive you alone?"
"Improper! Of course not!" he said immediately. "I shall present myself at-a quarter past eleven? Unless I find a carriage waiting at the door to take up Lady Stavely, when I shall conceal myself behind a lamp-post until I see her drive away."
"Thus investing a morning-call with the trappings of an intrigue!" she said, laughing.
Her attention was then claimed by the cousin who sat on her other hand; and in a very few moments Kit was once more engaged by his hostess.
When the ladies withdrew, and the cloth was removed from the table, Lord Stavely came to sit beside Kit, unconsciously rescuing him from Mr Lucton, who had formed the same intention. Conversation became general; and as Lucton was too shy to raise his voice amongst so many seniors, and Mr Charles Stavely, in his late forties, had only a casual acquaintance with young Lord Denville, no pitfalls awaited Kit. He would have been happy to have remained in the dining-room for the next hour, but Lord Stavely was under orders not to allow the gentlemen to linger over their wine, and he very soon declared it to be time to join the ladies.
In the drawing-room, the supposed Lord Denville had inevitably been the subject of animated discussion. Opinions were varied, one party, led by Lady Stavely, extolling his air and address; another warning Cressy that she would be very unwise to marry a man so notoriously volatile; and a third, headed by Lady Ebchester, stating that it was a very good match, and that Cressy, at the age of twenty, and with a dowry of only 25,000, would be a fool to draw back from it.
This brought Lady Ebchester under the Dowager"s fire. Sitting forward in her chair, and leaning on her ebony cane, the old lady looked like the popular conception of a witch. She fixed her daughter with a gleaming eye, and snapped: "Besides what I may leave her!"
Lady Ebchester was rather taken aback by this, but she said: "Oh, well, Mama, that is a matter for you, of course, but you will hardly leave any great sum to Cressy when you have sons who have nearer claims on you. Not to speak of your daughters-though, for my part, I expect nothing, and nor, I dare say, does Eliza. As for Caroline, however, and poor Clara-"
"Oh, pray don"t, Augusta!" begged Miss Clara Stavely, tears starting to her eyes. "So very improper-so disagreeable for dear Cressy!"
"Don"t cry, Aunt!" said Cressy cheerfully. "If Grandmama leaves her fortune to me, I"ll engage to give it back to the family immediately."
The Dowager uttered a cackle of mirth. "Do you want to start a civil war, girl?"
"Not in the least, ma"am-and if Aunt Augusta doesn"t know that there won"t be any occasion for me to do so, I do!" retorted Cressy, twinkling at her.
At this point, the deaf cousin, who had formed a very imperfect impression of what had been said, nodded at Cressy, and stated in the voice of one prepared to go to the stake in defence of her beliefs: "Well, dear, I said it before, and I"ll say it again: he"s very handsome!"
As this declaration coincided with the arrival of the gentlemen, Kit, ushered first into the room by his host, was once more privileged to hear this tribute. He managed to preserve his countenance, but his eyes met Cressy"s across the room, and he was obliged to grip his lips tightly together. Cressy retreated to the end of the room, her shoulders shaking; and the Dowager, having informed the deaf cousin that she was a fool, commanded Kit to come and sit beside her.
He obeyed her, drawing up a chair. The Dowager tartly adjured Clara not to hang about her, and told the rest of the company that they were at liberty to indulge in their usual bibble-babble. Correctly interpreting this as a prohibition on any attempt to intrude into her conversation with the princ.i.p.al guest, her relations meekly drifted away, to form small groups in various parts of the room.
"Gabblemongers, all of "em!" said the Dowager, sardonically observing their efforts to maintain a flow of small talk. She brought her piercing gaze to bear on Kit"s face, and said "Well, young man? What have you to say for yourself?"
"I don"t think I have anything to say for myself, ma"am, and I stand in too much dread of being thought a gabble-monger to say it if I had," he replied.
"Balderdash!" she said. "You"ve a mighty ready tongue in your head, sir!"
He smiled at her. "Well, what do you wish me to say, ma"am? You can"t expect me to recite a catalogue of my vices, and as for my virtues, would you really think better of me if I puffed them off to you?"
"Have you any?" she demanded.
"Yes, a few, and quite a number of good intentions," he replied.
"So your Uncle Brumby seems to have told my son. But I have a very good memory, and I recall that he once told me that your brother was worth a dozen of you!"
This speech, had it been shot at him before dinner, would have shaken him badly, but he was now sufficiently fortified to be able to answer it with smiling ease. "Yes, my uncle has a great kindness for my brother. Kit is his protege, you know, ma"am."
She seemed to be satisfied with this response, for she abandoned the subject, and said, after considering him for a few moments: "Well, it"s my way to open my budget, so I"ll tell you to your head that I"m not mad after this marriage. Mind, I don"t dislike you! In fact, you"re better than I looked for. But whether you"re the man for my granddaughter is another pair of shoes."
Knowing Evelyn as he did, he found himself in agreement with her, and might have added that Miss Stavely was not at all the sort of girl to attract Evelyn"s roving fancy.
He said: "I can only hope, ma"am, that I may be able to prove you wrong. It will be my endeavour, I promise you."
"I"ll say this for you," she remarked dryly, "you have excellent address! That"s in your favour-or it is to persons of my generation. I detest the scrambling manners some of you younger men affect! Brumby tells my son you have no faults that won"t be cured by a suitable marriage, but from all I hear, Denville, you"re a here and thereian! I put it no more strongly than that, though, to use words with no bark on "em, there are those who don"t scruple to say you"ve libertine propensities."
"Are there?" Kit said, his brows drawing together. "I didn"t know it, ma"am,-and it is untrue!"
"No need to fire up!" she replied. "I set no store by reports of that nature. How old are you? Four-and-twenty? Lord, what"s the world coming to if sprigs of your age ain"t to be allowed a few petticoat affairs without a parcel of windsuckers setting it about that they"re loose-screws? I"ve no patience with such prudery!"
He laughed. "Why, thank you, ma"am!"
She directed another of her piercing glances at him. "All very well, young man, but if you marry my granddaughter you"ll put a period to your philandering! She"s a rational girl, and a well-bred girl, and I don"t doubt she"d take it with composure, but she wouldn"t like it, and I don"t mean to have her made uncomfortable, that you may depend on!"
"Nor do I, ma"am-and that you may depend on!" he retorted, a little stir of anger in his heart. His twin might have been going the pace rather too rapidly; he might be careless, even lightminded; he was certainly forgetful; but he was not insensitive; and Kit was ready to swear that if he married Miss Stavely he would never use her unkindly, or wound her pride by blatantly pursuing some other female. Whether he would remain faithful to her was another and more doubtful matter; but he would conduct his affaires with discretion. Presumably Miss Stavely, no schoolroom miss, but a rational woman, entering openly into a marriage of convenience, was prepared for some divagations, and would demand no more of Evelyn than the appearance of fidelity.
The Dowager saw the flash in Kit"s eyes, and was pleased. All she said, however, was: "Easy to say, Denville!" She relapsed into silence, staring grimly ahead. After a long pause, she said abruptly: "When I was young, our marriages were arranged for us by our parents. I could name you a dozen females who were barely acquainted with their bridegrooms. I don"t know that it was a good thing." She brought her gaze back to Kit"s face. "If you"re expecting me to give you my blessing because you"ve a glib tongue and engaging manners, you"re out in your reckoning! I want to know you better before I do that, and I want Cressy to know you better too. I"m tired now: tell my daughter Clara I"m ready to go to bed! And you may tell your mother to come and visit me one morning! Good night!"
5.
Mr Fancot returned to Hill Street, on foot, shortly before midnight, and just in time to witness the arrival of his parent, borne down the street in her own sedan chair, and attended by three middle-aged gallants, and one very much younger gentleman, who walked as close to the chair as possible, and bore all the appearance of one who was equally a prey to adoration and jealousy.
Mr Fancot, awaiting the cortege in the open doorway, was deeply appreciative of the scene, which was certainly impressive. My lady was carried by two stalwarts dressed in neat livery; and her chair, when it came into the lamplight, was seen to be of particularly elegant design, and to be lined throughout with pale green velvet. The gallants were plainly men of mode, and when the chair was set down one opened the door, the second tenderly helped her to alight, and the third stood waiting to offer his arm for her support up the few shallow steps to her front-door. Her young worshipper, quietly elbowed out of the way when he had tried to be the first to reach the door, was left disconsolate, gazing hungrily after the G.o.ddess. But she paused before she reached the steps and looked back, exclaiming in her soft voice: "Oh, my fan! I must have dropped it in the chair. Mr Horning, will you be so very obliging as to see if it is there?"
Mr Horning"s drooping spirits revived magically. He dived into the chair, found the fan, and presented it to her ladyship, with a low bow, and a smile which Kit thought perfectly fatuous. She thanked him prettily, gave him her hand to kiss, and said: "Now you must all go home, for here is Denville waiting for me, and we have a great deal to discuss. You know, he has been out of town lately."
Kit had by this time recognized two of the elderly beaux, and exchanged greetings with them; and Lady Denville put him in possession of the third"s name by saying: "Here is Lord Chacely, wanting to know why you weren"t at Ascot Wicked one, you were to have joined his party!"
Kit clapped a hand to his brow. "Good G.o.d, I forgot to write to you, explaining why I was obliged to fail! I beg your pardon, sir!"
"Humbug, you young rascal!" Chacely said. "You forgot the engagement altogether!"
"No, no!" Kit protested.
"But, Chacely, did you think he wouldn"t?" asked one of the other gentlemen.
At this, the third gentleman added his mite to this badinage. It was evident that no suspicion that they were roasting Kit, and not Evelyn, crossed their minds: a circ.u.mstance which made Lady Denville say, when the door was shut upon them: "You see, Kit! I told you how it would be! I dare say that Newlyn and Sir John Streatley have been acquainted with you since you were in short coats, and if they never guessed the truth you may be easy!"
"I am not at all easy," he retorted. "But as for you, love, I wonder how you dare address me as "wicked one"! Mama, you are incorrigible! Who the devil is that mooncalf you"ve enslaved?"
Her infectious ripple of laughter broke from her. "Isn"t he ridiculous, poor boy? But one must be kind to him: you see, he is a poet! "
"Ah, that, of course, explains everything!" said Kit cordially. "I expect you are his inspiration?"
"Well, just at present I am," she acknowledged. "It won"t last-in fact, I think that at any moment now he will fall desperately in love with some chit-probably quite ineligible!-and forget that I ever existed. Which, I must own, will be in one way a great relief, because it is dreadfully tedious to be obliged to listen to poetry, even when it has been composed in one"s honour. But in another-oh, Kit, you won"t understand, but to be three-and-forty, and still able to attach foolish boys, is such a comfort!"
"Mama, you must never make such an admission again! No one would believe you to be a day older than three-and-thirty-if as much!"
This was true, but Lady Denville, after considering the matter, said: "No, but one must be reasonable, Kit, and everyone must know I can"t be a day younger than three-and-forty, when all the world knows that you and Evelyn are four-and-twenty! It is the most lowering reflection! But never mind that! What happened tonight, in Mount Street? I was in such a fret of anxiety all the evening I left my party early!"
"Oh, was that the reason? I must tell you that I was knocked ac.o.c.k when I perceived that the sumptuous chair being carried down the street before midnight was yours!"
"Yes, I don"t think I have ever left a party so early before-particularly when I was winning!" she said naively.
"No, were you? But I was very much shocked, Mama! What has become of your most handsome cavaliere servente? How comes it about that he permitted another- four others!-to squire you home tonight? Don"t tell me his pa.s.sion has waned!"
She went into another ripple of laughter. "Oh, poor Bonamy! How can you be so unfeeling as even to think of his walking all the way from Albemarle Street? He must have dropped dead of an apoplexy, had he made the attempt! As for his pa.s.sion, I have a melancholy suspicion that I share it with his cook: he was boring on for ever tonight about a way of serving teal with poivrade sauce! Now, stop funning, and tell me what happened at your party!"
"Oh, a very handsome dinner, and the company-er-the pink of gentility! Not quite in my style, perhaps, but certainly of the first respectability!"
"Were they excessively fusty?" she said sympathetically. "I did warn you that they would be!"
"You did, but you did not warn me, dear Mama, that two of the number are acquainted with Evelyn!"
"No! Who, Kit?"
"Mr Charles Stavely, who appears to be-"
"Oh, him! " she interrupted. "Very likely he may be, but so slightly that it is not of the least consequence!"
"Very true, but if Evelyn doesn"t return in time to save me from Lucton I shall be totally undone. Is he one of Evelyn"s bosom-bows?"
"Young Lucton? Good gracious, no! You don"t mean to say that he was invited to the party?"
"That is precisely what I do mean to say, Mama! Furthermore, I apprehend that Evelyn has entered into some sort of an undertaking with him. What it may be I haven"t the least guess, and something seems to tell me that you haven"t either."
She shook her head. "No, indeed! How excessively awkward for you!"
"Yes, isn"t it?" he agreed. "Particularly when one considers that he is coming to visit me tomorrow-to learn what is my decision! That"s what I call having a wolf by the ears!"
"Most vexatious!" she said sunnily. "But there"s no need to be in a worry, dearest!
Perhaps Evelyn will have returned-or Fimber may know what it is that stupid creature wants. And if he doesn"t know, Brigg will say that you are not at home. I see no difficulty in evading Lucton."
"No, love, I"ve no doubt of that! But not even my abominable twin could agree to receive a man on a matter of business and then say that he was not at home!"
"But, Kit, how foolish of you!" she said reproachfully. "You should have fobbed him off!"
"So I might have, if it had not been made very plain to me that he thinks himself pretty ill-used at having been fobbed off for over ten days already. Oh, well, I dare say I shall be able to brace it through! What has me in a far worse worry is that Miss Stavely has asked me to visit her tomorrow morning, to resume an interrupted discussion she had with Evelyn, on the day that he proposed to her."
"Now, that is tiresome!" she exclaimed, dismayed.
"Very much more than tiresome, Mama. It"s one thing to masquerade as Evelyn at a party, but quite another to receive Miss Stavely"s confidence under false pretences."
"I see what you mean," she agreed, wrinkling her brow. "But very likely you are making a piece of work about nothing! I should be astonished to learn that she has anything of a very confidential nature to say to Evelyn, because she is not at all well-acquainted with him, besides having a great deal of reserve. Depend upon it, it will prove to be nothing to cause you embarra.s.sment. Indeed, the more I think about it the more positive I feel that it can only be a triviality, because Evelyn said nothing to me about having been interrupted. And, what is more, Kit, if he had thought that Cressy had something of importance to say he would not have left London without seeing her again!"
"She seemed to think it was he who had something important to say. He appears to have told her that he had a stipulation to make."