"Are you awfully angry with me?" he asked, looking at her.
"Not a bit," she replied. "From your point of view it"s quite justifiable, I suppose, and I"m only considering the best way out of the dilemma."
"Are there several?"
"There"s only one that I care to choose."
"And that is?"
"I shall marry again."
"Good heavens! not--!"
"Not your father, no; some one else."
"But surely--!"
"You see," she continued calmly, ignoring his interruption, "if I marry some one at once your father can"t have any feeling of--shall we say responsibility? And it"ll not be necessary for me to go into what Miss Matilda would call "my shameful past.""
"But I really couldn"t allow--"
"Oh, I"m not going to marry you either, so you needn"t be alarmed. Can"t you make some suggestions to help me out?"
"I am afraid you must excuse me," he said, fast becoming scandalised at her matter-of-fact way of approaching the subject.
"Well, of course," she went on thoughtfully, "there are all your father"s chaplains, but they"re young, and p.r.o.ne to take things seriously. No, I don"t think they"d do. And there"s the butler. No, he wouldn"t answer, either."
"Perhaps Miss Matilda would lend you Professor Smith."
"No," she said, "I don"t think I"d have the heart to deprive her of him.
On the whole, I think I"ll marry Mr. Spotts. He"s nice--and handy."
"But mightn"t he have something to say?" began Banborough.
"Probably," admitted Violet; "but he generally does what he"s told, and as he isn"t married to any one else, I dare say he"ll prove amenable when he understands the position. I"ll try and see him this morning, and," as a brilliant idea struck her, "your father shall perform the ceremony. I never was married by a Bishop before. Won"t it be jolly!"
"You surely can"t seriously intend--" began Cecil.
"Yes, I do. Now don"t be stupid, but run along and let me finish my toilet." And she ran out of the room.
Banborough walked away in a maze. He had thought to straighten matters out, and he had only got them into a far worse tangle. That Miss Arminster had no conscientious scruples about adding another husband to her quota was bad enough, but that his innocent, unsuspecting father should be allowed to disgrace his cloth by solemnising such a marriage was really more than he could stand. In his righteous wrath he determined that the Bishop should know the whole truth, soothing his conscience by the thought that if he did not tell him, Miss Matilda would.
In the hall of the palace, however, he ran across Spotts, laden with the implements of golf, and all unconscious of his impending fate.
"Look here, old man," said Cecil, "I want to have five minutes" chat with you."
"I am quite at your service," replied his friend. "In fact I was just coming to look you up myself. Now that the war"s over, I must really be thinking of going away, as I"ve imposed long enough already on your hospitality."
"Oh, it isn"t about that I want to see you," said Banborough. "It"s about your getting married."
"My getting married?" queried Spotts.
"Yes. It seems there"s a lady who has matrimonial designs on you. I thought it was only the part of a friend to warn you in due season."
"If it"s your aunt," returned the actor, "I"m very much obliged. I think I could manage to get packed up and leave by the afternoon train."
"No, no; it isn"t so bad as that," said his host. "Or, rather, it"s worse. Miss Arminster has you under consideration."
"As a husband?"
"Yes. I think she means to marry you to-morrow or next day, and have my father perform the ceremony."
"Oh, I see. And you"ve some feeling about it."
"Well, yes," admitted Cecil, "I"m afraid I have."
"I suppose you"d like to take my place?"
"No, it isn"t that either. Yon don"t seem to see the point. Miss Arminster wants to marry _you_."
"Well, isn"t that a question between Miss Arminster and myself?"
"Naturally. But then she"s married pretty frequently, hasn"t she? Of course, if all her husbands are dead--"
"Oh, no," said Spotts. "I don"t think she"s ever lost a husband."
"But you surely can"t contemplate--" began Cecil.
"Well, you see," contended the actor, "this is the first time she"s ever asked me to marry her, and one can"t be so ungallant as to refuse a lady."
"And you"ll really add yourself to her list?"
Spotts shrugged his shoulders.
"My dear fellow," he said, "I don"t want to appear rude, but this interference in my prospective matrimonial affairs seems to me ill-timed. Miss Arminster hasn"t as yet proposed to me, and if she does, I"ll probably consent to oblige her. Anyway, it"s doing you a favour, as I suppose your father would wish to marry her if I didn"t." And turning on his heel, he walked away.
As he ascended the stairs, he met Violet coming down. They were standing on the broad landing, and for the moment were quite alone and out of earshot.
"I say!" burst out the actor. "Do you know I have just been warned against you by your friend Banborough. A joke"s a joke, but this is going too far."
"I know, Alvy," she said, "I know, and I"m awfully sorry. But it"s almost over."
"I hope it is," he replied. "I have held an equivocal position for months, and it isn"t pleasant. Why, I"ve practically seen nothing of you."
"It hasn"t been pleasant for me either, old man. But, to speak frankly, you know as well as I do that it"s been largely a sentimental interest which has caused Cecil to get us all out of this sc.r.a.pe. However, if he doesn"t tell his father to-day--and I tried hard enough to force him to do so this morning--I shall."
"Good! Then his Lordship"s Leopard will be free," said Spotts. And pressing her hand, he proceeded on his way upstairs.
In the face of his two interviews, Cecil felt he had no option but to refer the whole matter to the Bishop, whom he found in his study. He received a somewhat grim reception from the old gentleman, to whom a sleepless night had afforded ample opportunity for reflecting on the vagaries of his son, to which he, not altogether unjustly, attributed his adventures of the preceding day.