He was rewarded by a radiant smile.
"That is much better," said Connie approvingly. "Now you shall have some breakfast. After that I have a great deal for you to do."
"What?"
"You can take us for a drive in the car."
"Us?"
"Yes--us. Me, d.i.c.ky, and his fiancee," answered Connie very distinctly.
"Righto!" replied this maddening man unconcernedly.
Connie heaved a patient little sigh, and repeated:--
"Me, d.i.c.ky, and--his fiancee."
This effort was more successful.
"Righto!" said Carmyle once more. "Freak engaged again?" he added as an afterthought.
Connie cast up her eyes in a piteous fashion, as if to imply that it is better to have a husband like this than none at all, and replied resignedly:--
"Yes. It"s a long story. I wrote you a letter about it last night.
Here it is in the post-basket. Read it now; while I run and break the news of your visitation to Lady Adela."
By the time that Connie returned, her taciturn but capable husband had mastered the contents of her letter--parentheses, italics, notes of exclamation, and all--and was ready to receive the orders of the day.
"Now, listen," commanded Connie swiftly. "At breakfast you will invite d.i.c.ky and Tilly to come for a run in the motor. I don"t know anything about that girl, but I had a long talk with her last night when we were getting ready for bed, and she is the right sort. She seemed to like me, too. What did you say?"
"Nothing," replied the exasperating William. "Go on."
"Anyhow," continued Connie, ignoring a mysterious chuckle, "I am not going to have her pumped and bullied by Lady Adela and Sylvia before she has found her feet. Therefore we will take her and d.i.c.ky away for the day. Get your invitation off at breakfast, before Lady Adela begins organising a party for church. The young couple can have the back seat to themselves, and I will come in front with you."
"Anything you like," replied Carmyle cheerfully. He had been looking forward to an indolent morning with Connie in the smoking-room, for he really had had a hard week; but he never questioned the dispositions of the small G.o.ddess who controlled his movements. Whatever she ordained was right.
"Thank you, Bill darling! I love you very much."
Mrs. Carmyle stood upon tiptoe, and with an affectionate sigh endeavoured to lay her head upon her husband"s left shoulder. Mr.
Carmyle gave her no a.s.sistance. He merely removed his sovereign-purse with some ostentation from his left-hand waistcoat-pocket to his right.
II
"This is the first time that you and I have been out in a motor together, Tilly," remarked d.i.c.ky a few hours later, taking advantage of a jolt on the part of the car to annihilate a portion of the s.p.a.ce which separated him from his beloved.
Tilly, availing herself of a margin which instinct and experience had taught her to provide for such contingencies as this, moved a corresponding number of inches farther away, and pointed out that they had enjoyed a motor-ride together only three days previously.
"On a motor-"bus," she explained.
"Motor-"bus? Not a bit. Fairy coach!" declared her highly imaginative swain.
"Fairy coaches don"t as a rule carry eighteen inside and twenty-two outside, dear," replied the matter-of-fact Miss Welwyn.
"No, you are right," admitted d.i.c.ky. "Fairy coaches are invariably two-seaters. This one is n"t a bad subst.i.tute, though--what?"
He lolled luxuriously, and turned to survey the profile beside him.
Tilly was wearing a saxe-blue _suede_ hat, secured to her head by a filmy motor-veil--both the property of the open-handed Mrs. Carmyle, who was sitting in front driving the car under the complacent contemplation of her husband. The fur rug which Tilly shared with d.i.c.ky enveloped her to the chin: her cheeks glowed; her lips were parted in a smile of utter content; and her eyes were closed. d.i.c.ky tried to count the long lashes that swept her cheek. She was his! His--to keep, to cherish, to protect, to pamper, to spoil! Something very tremendous stirred within him--something that had never found a place in that receptive and elastic organ, his heart, before. All the dormant tenderness and chivalry of his nature seemed to heap itself up into a mighty tidal wave, topple over, and inundate his very soul. Foolish tears came into his eyes. Very reverently he reached for Tilly"s hand under the rug.
She surrendered it, smiling lazily, without raising her lashes. d.i.c.ky wondered what she was thinking about.
Tilly, on her part, was trying to summon up courage to tell him.
By this time the car had cleared the village of Shotley Beauchamp, filled with parties of worshippers hastening in what Connie described as "rival directions," and was spinning along the open road bound for the Surrey hills. It was a crisp and sunny morning. There was a touch of spring in the air, quickening the pulse.
"I wonder," began d.i.c.ky, whose conversation at this period, like that of all healthy young men in a similar condition, wandered round in a clearly defined and most constricted circle, "if I had not had that row with the umbrella-merchant on the top of the Piccadilly "bus, whether you and I would ever--"
_Bang!_
Mr. Carmyle said something distressingly audible. Mrs. Carmyle applied the brakes; and the car, b.u.mping uncomfortably, came to a standstill at the side of the road, under the lee of a pine wood.
"Was that your collar-stud at last, Tiny, old man?" enquired The Freak anxiously.
"Back tyre," replied Mr. Carmyle shortly, disenc.u.mbering himself of his rug.
They stepped out upon the muddy road and examined the off-hind wheel.
The tyre was flat, but apparently whole.
"It is the valve," announced Carmyle, after uns.c.r.e.w.i.n.g the dust-cap.
"Blown himself clean out of bed. That means a fresh inner tube. And I lent the Stepney wheel to a broken-down car coming along this morning!"
"Bad luck!" said d.i.c.ky speciously, glancing up at the pine wood. "Can Tilly and I help?"
"No, better run away and play."
d.i.c.ky and Tilly, without further insincerities, obeyed at once.
"I fear you will besmirch yourself, comrade," said d.i.c.ky over his shoulder, as they departed.
"Bet you half-a-crown I don"t even dirty my gloves," replied Carmyle.
"No: you"ll take them off," replied the astute Richard.
"No, kid!" persisted Carmyle. "I undertake to get a new inner tube put into this tyre without laying a finger on it. Is it a bet?"
"Is Connie going to do it?" asked d.i.c.ky incredulously.