She burst out laughing.
"Nonsense!" she cried. "Why, I actually believe you"re becoming jealous."
"Not a bit of it," he said. "I"d trust you, little girl, through thick and thin."
"I know you would, Alvy, and I"d rather marry you--well, ten times, before I"d marry a lord or a bishop once."
"I know it, old girl, I know it!" cried Spotts ecstatically, and slipped his arm round her waist.
"Oh, do be careful," she protested. "Just think, if any one should see us! I"m sure I heard a footstep behind us."
They looked up, and saw Cecil above them, standing on the sill of an old ruined window.
He had not heard their words, but he had seen Spotts"s embrace, and realised bitterly how little chance he stood against such a combination of Apollo and Roscius.
The month which had intervened since his return to Blanford had not been an altogether happy time for the Bishop"s son. The pain of Miss Arminster"s refusal still rankled within him, and that young lady"s actions had not done much to soothe it. Had she comported herself with a resigned melancholy, he could have borne his own sufferings with fort.i.tude. But, on the contrary, she had, he considered, flirted most outrageously with Mr. Spotts. Indeed Cecil was already strongly of the opinion that the actor was trying to succeed where he had failed--a course of action which he thought quite justifiable on his, Banborough"s, part, but highly reprehensible on the part of any one else. Matters had now culminated. Fate had brought the three together at this inopportune moment, and as it was manifestly impossible not to say something, Cecil laid himself out to be agreeable, and Miss Arminster, who was naturally aware of the awkwardness of his position, did her best to promote conversation, while Spotts almost immediately cut the Gordian knot by excusing himself on the plea of looking after the lunch.
"Well," she said, "what"s the latest news from Spain?"
"It seems to me that the war must be almost over," he replied. "Now that Santiago"s fallen, and Cervera"s fleet"s destroyed, Spain has no alternative but to yield."
"Ah," she murmured, "then we"ll be free once more."
"Has your exile been so irksome to you?" he asked.
"Oh," she returned, "I didn"t mean it that way, really. Believe me, I"m not ungrateful. Blanford"s just sweet, and your father"s an old dear."
"Yes," he retorted, laughing. "I notice you"re doing your best to usurp Mrs. Mackintosh"s place in his affections."
"That"s not from pique, it"s from charity," she replied. "I"ve been trying to rescue her from Jonah."
"I"m afraid my governor must be an awful bore," he said.
"Oh, but he"s so sweet and simple with it all," she objected. "I"m really growing to be awfully fond of him."
"I think he"s growing to be awfully fond of _you_," said his son.
Miss Arminster laughed merrily.
"Don"t you fancy me as a step-mamma?" she queried. "But, joking apart, I"m afraid even Blanford would pall on me after a while. It isn"t my first visit here, you see. I was on a tour through these counties three years ago."
"That"s how you came to know about my father, I suppose."
"Yes," she said. "I had him pointed out to me, and you look a good deal alike. Besides, the name"s not common."
"I"m glad you liked Blanford well enough to come back to it."
"Oh," she returned, looking up at him with a roguish smile, "this section of the country has other a.s.sociations for me."
"I was waiting for that," he retorted. "In which of the neighbouring towns were you married?"
"The one nearest here," she replied. "I think we can just see the spire of the church over the trees. But how did you know?"
"I inferred it as a matter of course," he said banteringly, "but I"m only joking."
"But I"m not," she returned.
"Do you really mean that you were married over there?" he asked, pointing to the distant church.
"Yes," she replied. "The third of June, 1895."
"I say, you know," he said, "I think you might have married me once in a way, as I had asked you."
"Mr. Banborough," she replied stiffly, drawing herself up, "you forget yourself."
"I beg your pardon," he returned humbly. "Only as American divorce laws are so lax, I thought--"
"The divorce laws of my country are a disgrace, and nothing would ever induce me to avail myself of them. Besides, marriage, to me, is a very serious and solemn matter, and I can"t permit you to speak about it flippantly, even by way of a joke."
Cecil picked up a handful of pebbles and began throwing them meditatively at the fragment of an adjacent arch. The more he saw of Miss Arminster, the greater mystery she became. By her own admission, she had been married at least half a dozen times, which, were he to accept as real the high moral standard which she always a.s.sumed, must imply a frightful mortality among her husbands. But then she neither seemed flippant nor shallow, and her serious att.i.tude towards the sacrament of marriage appeared wholly incompatible with a matrimonial experience which might have caused a Mormon to shudder. Anyway, she wasn"t going to marry him, and he turned to the discussion of more fruitful subjects.
"How"s Spotts getting on with his studies in architecture?" he asked.
"I should think he"d learned a good deal," she replied. "Your father hasn"t left a stone of his own cathedral unexplained, and I imagine he"ll put him through his paces over this abbey."
"Poor Spotts! I"m afraid he"s had a hard row to hoe," said Cecil; "but, anyway, it"ll keep him out of mischief."
"You must be very careful what you say about him to me," she replied. "I won"t hear one word against him, for we"re very old friends."
"So I should infer," he retorted, "from what I"ve just seen. _I_ never was allowed to put _my_ arm--"
"How dare you!" she cried, rising, really angry this time. "I--" Then turning to the Bishop, who arrived very opportunely, she exclaimed:
"Won"t you rescue me, please? Your son"s becoming awfully impertinent!"
"Then," said his Lordship gallantly, "my son must be taught better manners. If he cannot show himself worthy of such a charming companion, we"ll punish him by leaving him entirely alone."
Certainly his father was coming on, thought Cecil. But if Miss Arminster tried to take advantage of his dotage to forge another link in her matrimonial chain, he, Banborough, would have a word to say on the subject.
"I wish to tell you, my dear," began his Lordship as they walked away, leaving Cecil disconsolate, "of a very nice invitation I"ve received for the rest of the week. Lord Downton is to call for me in his yacht at Dullhampton to-morrow, and has asked me to join his party and to bring some lady with me to make the number even."
"Oh, how jolly that"ll be--for Miss Matilda!" said the artful Violet.
"Humph!--ye-es," replied the Bishop. "I hardly think my sister could leave the palace just at this time."
"Perhaps," suggested his guest, "yachting doesn"t agree with her. Has she ever tried it before?"
"She has," replied the Bishop, with a certain asperity.