What Peter saw evidently satisfied him as to her common sense, for he plunged _in medias res_ at once: "How much do you know of this unfortunate affair?" he asked.
"Very little," she answered, "and that little extremely vague. Will you tell me has Hugo come to total grief or not?"
"Officially, yes. He is finished, done for--may thank his lucky stars he"s not in gaol. It"s well you should know this at the very beginning, for of course he won"t allow it, and poor Fay--Mrs. Tancred (I"m afraid we"re rather free-and-easy about Christian names in India)--doesn"t know the whole facts by a very long way. From what she tells me, I fear he has made away with most of her money, too. Was any of it tied up?"
Jan shook her head. "We both got what money there was absolutely on my father"s death."
"Then," said Peter, "I fear you"ve got the whole of them on your hands, Miss Ross."
"That"s what I"ve come for," Jan said simply, "to take care of Fay and the children."
Peter Ledgard looked straight in front of him.
"It"s a lot to put on you," he said slowly, "and I"m afraid you"ll find it a bit more complicated than you expect. Will you remember that I"d like to help you all I can?"
Jan looked at the stern profile beside her and felt vaguely comforted.
"I shall be most grateful for your advice," she said humbly. "I know I shall need it."
The motor stopped, and as she stepped from it in front of the tall block of buildings, Jan knew that the old easy, straightforward life was over.
Unconsciously she stiffened her back and squared her shoulders, and looked very tall and straight as she stood beside Peter Ledgard in the entrance. The pretty colour he had admired when he met her had faded from her cheeks, and the face under the shady hat looked grave and older.
Peter said something to the smiling lift-man in an extremely dirty dhoti who stood salaaming in the entrance.
"I won"t come up now," he said to Jan. "Please tell Mrs. Tancred I"ll look in about tea-time."
As Jan entered the lift and vanished from his sight, Peter reflected, "So that"s the much-talked-of Jan! Well, I"m not surprised Fay wanted her."
The lift stopped. An elderly white-clad butler stood salaaming at an open door, and Jan followed him.
A few steps through a rather narrow pa.s.sage and she was in a large light room opening on to a verandah, and in the centre stood her sister Fay, with outstretched arms.
A pathetic, inarticulate, worn and faded Fay: her pretty freshness dimmed. A Fay with dark circles round her hollow eyes and all the living light gone from her abundant fair hair. It was as though her face was covered by an impalpable grey mask.
There was no doubt about it. Fay looked desperately ill. Ill in a way not to be accounted for by her condition.
Clinging together they sat down on an immense sofa, exchanging trivial question and answer as to the matters ordinary happy folk discuss when they first meet after a long absence. Jan asked for the children, who had not yet returned from their early morning walk with the ayah. Fay asked about the voyage and friends at home, and told Jan she had got dreadfully grey; then kissed her and leant against her just as she used to do when they were both children and she needed comfort.
Jan said nothing to Fay about _her_ looks, and neither of them so much as mentioned Hugo Tancred. But Jan felt a wild desire to get away by herself and cry and cry over this sad wraith of the young sister whose serene and happy beauty had been the family pride.
And yet she was so essentially the same Fay, tender and loving and inconsequent, and full of pretty cares for Jan"s comfort.
The dining-room was behind the sitting-room, with only a curtain between, and as they sat at breakfast Fay was so eager Jan should eat--she ate nothing herself--so anxious lest she should not like the Indian food, that poor Jan, with a lump in her throat that choked her at every morsel, forced down the carefully thought-out breakfast and meekly accepted everything presented by the grey-haired turbaned butler who bent over her paternally and offered every dish much as one would tempt a shy child with some amusing toy.
Presently Fay took her to see her room, large, bare and airy, with little furniture save the bed with its clean white mosquito curtains placed under the electric fan in the centre of the ceiling. Outside the window was a narrow balcony, and Jan went there at once to look out; and though her heart was so heavy she was fain to exclaim joyfully at the beauty of the view.
Right opposite, across Back Bay, lay the wooded villa-crowned slopes of Malabar Hill, flung like a garland on the bosom of a sea deeply blue and smiling, smooth as a lake, while below her lay the pageant of the street, with its ever-changing panorama of vivid life. The whole so brilliant, so various, so wholly unlike any beautiful place she had ever seen before that, artist"s daughter she was, she cried eagerly to Fay, "Oh, come and look! Did you ever see anything so lovely? How Dad would have rejoiced in this!"
Fay followed slowly: "I thought you"d like it," she said, evidently pleased by Jan"s enthusiasm, "that"s why I gave you this room. Look, Jan! There are the children coming, those two over by the band-stand.
They see us. _Do_ wave to them."
The children were still a long way off. Jan could only see an ayah in her white draperies pushing a little go-cart with a child in it, and a small boy trotting by her side, but she waved as she was bidden.
The room had evidently at one time been used as a nursery, for inside the stone bal.u.s.trade was a high trellis of wood. Jan and Fay were both tall women, but even on them the guarding trellis came right up to their shoulders. Neither of them could really lean over, though Fay tried, in her eagerness to attract the attention of the little group. Jan watched her sister"s face and again felt that cruel constriction of the throat that holds back tears. Fay"s tired eyes were so sad, so out of keeping with the cheerful movement of her hand, so shadowed by some knowledge she could not share.
"You mustn"t stand here without a hat," she said, turning to go in. "The sun is getting hot. You must get a topee this afternoon. Peter will take you and help to choose it."
"Couldn"t you come, if we took a little carriage? Does driving tire you when it"s cool?" Jan asked as she followed her sister back into the room.
"I never go out," Fay said decidedly. "I never shall again ... I mean,"
she added, "till it"s all over. I couldn"t bear it just now--I might meet someone I know."
"But, Fay, it"s very bad for you to be always indoors. Surely, in the early morning or the evening--you"ll come out then?"
Fay shook her head. "Peter has taken me out in the motor once or twice at night--but I don"t really like it. It makes me so dreadfully tired.
Don"t worry me about that, Jan. I get plenty of air in the verandah.
It"s just as pretty there as in your balcony, and we can have comfortable chairs. Let"s go there now. _You_ shall go out as much as you like. I"ll send Lalkhan with you, or Ayah and the children; and Peter will take you about all he can--he promised he would. Don"t think I want to be selfish and keep you here with me all the time."
The flat, weak voice, so nervous, so terrified lest her stronger sister should force her to some course of action she dreaded, went to Jan"s heart.
"My dear," she said gently, "I haven"t come here to rush about. I"ve come to be with you. We"ll do exactly what you like best."
Fay clung to her again and whispered, "Later on you"ll understand better--I"ll be able to tell you things, and perhaps you"ll understand ... though I"m not sure--you"re not weak like me, you"d never go under ... you"d always fight...."
There was a pattering of small feet in the pa.s.sage. Little high voices called for "Mummy," and the children came in.
Tony, a grave-eyed, pale-faced child of five, came forward instantly, with his hand held out far in front of him. Jan, who loved little children, knew in a minute that he was afraid she would kiss him; so she shook hands with gentlemanly stiffness. Little Fay, on the contrary, ran forward, held up her arms "to be taken" and her adorably pretty little face to be kissed. She was startlingly like her mother at the same age, with bobbing curls of feathery gold, beseeching blue eyes and a complexion delicately coloured as the pearly pink lining of certain sh.e.l.ls. She was, moreover, chubby, st.u.r.dy and robust--quite unlike Tony, who looked nervous, bleached and delicate.
Tony went and leant against his mother, regarding Jan and his small sister with dubious, questioning eyes.
Presently he remarked, "I wish she hadn"t come."
"Oh, Tony," Fay exclaimed reproachfully, "you must both love Auntie Jan very dearly. She has come such a long way to be good to us all."
"I wish she hadn"t," Tony persisted.
"_I_ sall love Auntie Dzan," Fay remarked, virtuously.
It was pleasant to be cuddled by this friendly baby, and Jan laid her cheek against the fluffy golden head; but all the time she was watching Tony. He reminded her of someone, and she couldn"t think who. He maintained his aloof and unfriendly att.i.tude till Ayah came to take the children to their second breakfast. Little Fay, however, refused to budge, and when the meekly salaaming ayah attempted to take her, made her strong little body stiff, and screamed vigorously, clinging so firmly to her aunt that Jan had herself to carry the obstreperous baby to the nursery, where she left her lying on the floor, still yelling with all the strength of her evidently healthy lungs.
When Jan returned, rather dishevelled--for her niece had seized a handful of her hair in the final struggle not to be put down--Fay said almost complacently, "You see, the dear little soul took a fancy to you at once. Tony is much more reserved and not nearly so friendly. He"s very Scotch, is Tony."
"He does what he"s told, anyway."
"Oh, not always," Fay said rea.s.suringly, "only when he doesn"t mind doing it. They"ve both got very strong wills."
"So have I," said Jan.
Fay sighed. "It was time you came to keep them in order. I can"t."