Martha Welwyn put an arm round her little daughter. She was talking with greater freedom and confidence now, with her aspirates under perfect control.
"I can quite understand _that_," said Lady Adela affably. "I dare say you find her indispensable."
"I should think so," replied Mrs. Welwyn, lowering her guard. "What with all the staircases, and a bas.e.m.e.nt kitchen, and separate meals--"
Tilly dropped a teaspoon with a clatter on to the tray.
"I"m so sorry, Sylvia," she said. "Did I make you jump?"
"No," responded Sylvia absently. "I was looking at your butler. He seems to have something on his mind."
Mr. Stillbottle, who had entered the room two minutes previously, and had been awaiting an opportunity of gaining the ear of the company, took advantage of the partial silence which now ensued.
"A person has called, sir," he announced to Mr. Welwyn, "for to iron the billiard table."
Mr. Welwyn broke off his conversation with Mr. Mainwaring.
"Thank you," he said in an undertone. "Let him do so by all means."
"Yes, sir," replied Mr. Stillbottle, turning to go.
"Tell him," added Percy, highly pleased with the manner in which the little comedy was unfolding itself, "to see if any of the cues want tips."
"Very good," said Mr. Stillbottle, in a voice which plainly asked why Percy should "gag," when he might not.
The door closed once more, and another hurdle was negotiated. The Welwyns heaved little sighs of relief: Russell"s was an unnerving presence. But Tilly glanced at the honest, laughing face of the man who loved her, and felt suddenly ashamed.
"Quite a character, that old fellow," said Mr. Welwyn breezily.
"Incorrigibly idle; painfully outspoken; a domestic tyrant of the most oppressive type; but honest as the day. I must get some one to put him in a book. Lady Adela, you have nothing to eat."
Mr. Welwyn deftly changed places with his wife, who gratefully engaged in a conversation with Mr. Mainwaring; and the rest of the company performed one of those complicated evolutions which children call a "general post," and which affords persons of mature years but intellectual poverty the inestimable boon of being able to employ the same topics of conversation several times over. Tableau Number Three was now set.
For a moment d.i.c.ky and Tilly found themselves together.
"Tea, old man?" asked Tilly, offering a cup.
"Thanks, little thing," replied d.i.c.ky, touching her hand under the saucer.
"Did you send these?" Tilly looked down at her pink carnations.
d.i.c.ky nodded, and his gaze became suddenly ecstatic.
"Tilly," he said in tones of exultant pride, "you are looking perfectly beautiful."
"This is a strictly business meeting," smiled Tilly; but her heart b.u.mped foolishly. For a moment nothing seemed to matter save the knowledge that d.i.c.ky loved her and she loved d.i.c.ky.
The next event of any importance was the discovery that Mrs. Carmyle, engrossed with the twins, had had no tea. There were cries of contrition from the Welwyn family, and Connie was hurried to the tea-table, followed by the desolating howls of her youthful admirers--howls which increased to yells when Mrs. Welwyn announced that it was time for them to return whence they came. However, they were pacified by an offer from their new friend to accompany them part of the way; and after submitting with a sweetness as adorable as it was unexpected to an embrace from Lady Adela, they left the room clinging to Connie"s skirts, having contributed to the programme the one una.s.sailably successful item of the whole afternoon.
Amelia went with them, but returned almost immediately.
"Mrs. Carmyle is telling them a story in the dining-room," she said to her mother. "They are as good as gold with her."
"Dear Constance! She is a fairy G.o.dmother to all children," remarked Lady Adela, who was feeling quite remarkably beatific.
"Yes--children of all ages," corroborated d.i.c.ky, catching Tilly"s eye.
"I declare," cried Mrs. Welwyn suddenly, as this pleasant episode terminated, "I had almost forgotten. Tilly dear, you had better take your grandmother"s tea in to her."
"All right, Mother," a.s.sented Tilly blithely. The party was shaping into a success.
"I am so sorry, Lady Adela," said Mr. Welwyn, picking up the new topic with the readiness of a practised conversationalist, "that you will not meet my wife"s mother this afternoon. She spends a good deal of her time with us. A dear old lady--quite of the Early Victorian school."
"She is not unwell, I hope," said Lady Adela politely.
"A slight chill--a mere nothing," Mr. Welwyn a.s.sured her; "but at that age one has to be careful. The doctor is keeping her in bed to-day. I regret it, because I think you would have enjoyed a conversation with her. She is a mistress of the rounded phrase and polished diction of two generations ago. So unlike the staccato stuff that pa.s.ses for conversation nowadays."
"Too true, too true!" agreed Lady Adela, eagerly mounting one of her pet hobby-horses. "She sounds most stimulating. It is unfashionable to-day to be elderly. My daughter informs me that no one--not even a grandmother--should have any recollection of anything that happened previous to the period when people wore bustles. All time before that she sums up as the chignon age. No, there is no sense of perspective nowadays. We are all for the present."
"Admirably put, dear Lady Adela," cooed Mr. Welwyn. "I remember--"
What Mr. Welwyn remembered will never be known, for at that moment the door opened, slowly but inexorably, and Grandma Banks appeared. She advanced into the room with a few uncertain and tottering steps, peered round her, and nodded her head with great vigour.
"I thought so," she observed triumphantly. "Company! No wonder I were sent to bed."
There was a paralysed silence. Mr. Welwyn was the first to recover his presence of mind. He advanced upon his infirm but irrepressible relative shaking a playful finger.
"This is very, very naughty," he announced reproachfully. "What will the doctor say?"
[Ill.u.s.tration: "THIS IS VERY NAUGHTY," HE ANNOUNCED REPROACHFULLY]
"Eh?" enquired Grandma.
"You were told to stay in bed, you know, dear," said Mrs. Welwyn, coming to her husband"s a.s.sistance.
"I were n"t never told no such thing by n.o.body," replied the old lady explicitly.
Tilly, avoiding Sylvia"s eye, decided to make the best of the situation.
"Well, now you are here, Granny," she interposed brightly, "you must come and sit snugly by the fire and have some tea. "Melia, bring that little three-legged table and put it by Granny"s chair, and bring a footstool."
The Welwyns, swiftly taking their cue from Tilly, bestirred themselves in fulsome desperation, and in a few minutes Grandma Banks, a trifle fl.u.s.tered by her sudden and most unusual popularity, found herself tucked into her armchair by the a.s.siduous efforts of the entire family.
"This is my grandmother, Mrs. Banks," said Tilly to Mr. Mainwaring, who happened to be sitting nearest.
"I trust, Mrs. Banks," began Mr. Mainwaring with a deferential bow, "that you are not allowing your sense of hospitality to overtax your strength."
"Eh?" enquired Mrs. Banks, as ever.
"She is rather deaf," explained Tilly in an undertone. "Don"t strain your voice by talking to her too long."