"As a rule, you know," the Captain continued, "coming out for a ride here, except at midnight, means standing up under a willow and wondering how the deuce you"ll get home."
"Well, you"re not under a willow now."
"No; I was, but I had to quit. Derosne and Miss Medland turned me out."
"Ah!"
"Yes."
"You felt you ought to go?"
"My tact told me so. I say, Kilshaw, what do you make of that?"
"Nothing in it," answered Kilshaw confidently.
Captain Heseltine had but one test of sincerity, and it was a test to which he knew Kilshaw was, as a rule, quite ready to submit. He took out a small note-book from one pocket and a pencil from the other.
"What"ll you lay that it doesn"t come off?" he asked.
"I won"t bet."
"Oh," said the Captain, scornfully implying that he ceased to attach value to Mr. Kilshaw"s judgment.
"I won"t bet, because I know."
"The deuce you do!" exclaimed Heseltine, promptly re-pocketing his apparatus.
"And, if you want another reason why I won"t bet," continued Kilshaw, who did not like the Captain"s air of incredulity, "I"ll tell you. I"m going to stop it myself."
"Oh, of course, if _you_ object!" said the Captain, with undisguised irony. "I hope, though, that you"ll let me have a shot, after d.i.c.k."
"You won"t want it, if you"re a wise man. You wait a bit, my friend,"
and with a grim nod of his head, Kilshaw rode on.
The Captain looked after him with a meditative stare. Then he glanced at his watch.
"That beggar knows something," said he. "I think I"ll go and interrupt friend Richard." And he continued, apostrophising the absent d.i.c.k--"To stay out, my boy, may not be easy; but to get out when you"re once in, is the deuce!"
CHAPTER XII.
AN ABSURD AMBITION.
_Suave mari magno_--Like so many of us who quote these words, Mr. c.o.xon could not finish the line, but the tag as it stood was enough to express his feelings. If the Cabinet were going to the bottom, he was not to sink with it. If he had one foot in that leaky boat, the other was on firm ground. He had received unmistakable intimations that, if he would tread the path of penitence as Puttock had, the way should be strewn with roses, and the fatted calf duly forthcoming at the end of the journey. He had a right to plume himself on the dexterity which had landed him in such a desirable position, and he was fully awake to the price which that position made him worth. Now a man who commands a great price, thought Mr. c.o.xon, is a great man. So his meditations--which, in this commercial age, seem hardly open to adverse criticism--ran, as he walked towards Government House, just about the same time as Mr. Kilshaw was also thinking of betaking himself thither. A great man (Mr. c.o.xon"s reflections continued) can aspire to the hand of any lady--more especially when he depends not merely on intellectual ability (which is by no means everything), but is also a man of culture, of breeding, of a University education, and of a very decent income. He forbore to throw his personal attractions into the scale, but he felt that if he were in other respects a suitable aspirant, no failure could await him on that score. Vanity apart, he could not be blind to the fact that he was in many ways different from most of his compatriots, still more from most of his colleagues.
"In all essentials I am an Englishman, pure and simple," thought he, as he entered the gates of Government House; but, the phrase failing quite to satisfy him, he subst.i.tuted, as he rang the bell, "An English gentleman."
"Shall we go into the garden?" said Lady Eynesford, after she had bidden him welcome. "I dare say we shall find Miss Scaife there," and, as she spoke, she smiled most graciously.
c.o.xon followed her, his brow clouded for the first time that day. He was not anxious to find Miss Scaife, and he had begun to notice that Lady Eynesford always suggested Miss Scaife as a resource; her manner almost implied that he must come to see Miss Scaife.
"I can"t think where she has got to," exclaimed Lady Eynesford, after a perfunctory search; "but it"s too hot to hunt. Sit down here in the verandah. Eleanor has probably concealed herself somewhere to read the last debate. She takes such an interest in all your affairs--the Ministry"s, I mean."
"I noticed she was very attentive the other day."
"Oh, at that wretched House! Why don"t you ventilate it? It gave poor Alicia quite a headache."
"I hope Miss Derosne is not still suffering?"
"Oh, it"s nothing much. I suppose she feels this close weather. It"s frightful, isn"t it? I wonder you had the courage to walk up. It"s very friendly of you, Mr. c.o.xon."
"With such an inducement, Lady Eynesford--" c.o.xon began, in his laboriously polite style.
"I know," laughed his hostess, and her air was so kind and confidential that c.o.xon was emboldened. He did not understand why people called the Governor"s wife cold and "stand-offish"; he always insisted that no one could be more cordial than she had shown herself towards him.
"What do you know?" he asked, with a smile, and an obviously a.s.sumed look of surprise.
"You don"t suppose I think I"m the inducement--or even the Governor? And we can"t find her! Too bad!" and Lady Eynesford shook her head in playful despair.
"But," said c.o.xon, feeling now quite happy, "isn"t the--the inducement--at home?"
"Oh yes, she"s somewhere," replied Lady Eynesford, good-naturedly ignoring her visitor"s too ready acquiescence in her modest disclaimer.
"I"m afraid I"m a poor politician. I can conceal nothing."
"Your secret is quite safe with me, and no one else has guessed it."
"Not even Miss Scaife?" asked c.o.xon, with a smile. Eleanor had so often managed a _tete-a-tete_ for him, he remembered.
"Oh, I can"t tell that--but, you know, we women never guess these things till we"re told. It"s not correct, Mr. c.o.xon."
"But you say you guessed it."
"That"s quite different. I might guess it--or--or anybody else (though n.o.body has)--but not Eleanor."
A slight shade of perplexity crossed c.o.xon"s brow. The lady, if kind and rea.s.suring, was also somewhat enigmatical.
"I believe," he said, "Miss Scaife has guessed it."
"Indeed! And is she--pleased?"
"I hope so."
"So do I--for your sake."