There was a dinner-party at the Manor House. Peter had come down from town for it, and this time he was staying at Wren"s End. Lady Penelope and her husband were to dine and sleep at the Manor, likewise Miles, who had come down with Peter; and Lady Pen contrived thoroughly to upset her aunt before dinner, by relating how she had met Miles with Miss Morton and her father in Cheltenham. And poor Lady Mary had been hoping that the unfortunate affair would die a natural death. She had asked the prettiest girl in the neighbourhood for Miles to take in, and now, looking down the table at him, she would have said he was as well-pleased with his neighbour as any young man could be. The Freams were there and Mr. With.e.l.ls, the pretty girl"s mamma and a bride and bridegroom--fourteen in all. A dangerous number to ask, the Squire had declared; one might so easily have fallen through. No one did, however, and Peter found himself allotted to Lady Penelope, while Jan"s fate was the bridegroom. "His wife won"t be jealous of Miss Ross, you know," Lady Mary had said while arranging her couples.
It happened that Peter sat opposite to Jan, and he surveyed her across the sweet-peas with considerable satisfaction. He had never seen Jan in what her niece bluntly called "a nekked dless" before. To-night she wore black, in some soft, filmy stuff from which her fine arms and shoulders and beautiful neck stood out in challenging whiteness. Her hair, too, had "pretty twinkly things" in it, and she wore a long chain of small but well-matched pearls, her father"s last gift to her. Yes, Jan was undoubtedly distinguished, and oh, thank heaven! she _had_ a clean face.
Beautiful Lady Pen was painted to the eyes, and her maid was not quite skilful in blending her complexion rightly with her vivid hair; beautiful hair it was, with a large ripple that was most attractive, but Mr. With.e.l.ls, sitting on the other side of Lady Pen, decided that he didn"t approve of her. She was flamboyant and daring of speech. She made him nervous. He felt sincerely sorry for Pottinger.
Peter found Lady Pen very amusing, and perhaps she rather neglected her other neighbour.
The dinner was excellent and long; and after it the ladies, when they left the men to smoke, strolled about on the terrace, and Jan found herself side by side with Lady Penelope.
"How"s your little friend?" she asked abruptly. "I suppose you know my cousin"s playin" round?"
Jan was a little taller than Lady Pen, and turned her head slowly to look at her: "I"m afraid I don"t quite understand," she said.
"Surely," Lady Pen retorted, "you must have seen."
"If you mean that Captain Middleton admires Miss Morton, I believe he does. But you see, to say that anyone is "playing round" rather reflects on me, because she is in my charge."
"I should say you"ve got a pretty good handful," Lady Pen said sympathetically.
"I don"t think you quite understand Miss Morton. I"ve known her, as it happens, known her well, for close upon nine years."
"And you think well of her?"
"It would be difficult to express how well."
"You"re a good friend, Miss Ross. I had occasion to think so once before--now I"m pretty sure of it. What"s the sayin"--"Time tryeth thingummy"?"
"Troth?" Jan suggested.
"That"s it. "Time tryeth troth." I never was any good at quotations and things. But now, look here, I"d like to ask you somethin" rather particular ..." Lady Pen took Jan"s arm and propelled her gently down a side-walk out of earshot of the others. "Suppose you knew folks--and they weren"t exactly friends, but pleasant, you know, and all that, and you were aware that they went about sayin" things about a third person who also wasn"t exactly a friend, but ... well, likeable; and you believed that what the first lot said gave a wrong impression ... in short, was very damaging--none of it any business of yours, mind--would you feel called upon to do anything?"
The two tall women stopped and faced one another.
The moon shone full on Lady Pen"s beautiful painted face, and Jan saw, for the first time, that the eyes under the delicately darkened eyebrows were curiously like Miles".
"It"s always tiresome to interfere in other people"s business," said Jan, "but it"s not quite fair, is it, not to stand up for people if you believe an accusation to be untrue--whether you like them or not. You see, it may be such a serious thing for the person implicated."
"I believe you"re right," said Lady Pen, "but oh, lord! what a worry it will be."
Lady Mary called to them to come, for the bride was going to sing.
The bride"s singing was not particularly pleasing, and she was followed by Miles, who performed "Drake"s Drum," to his aunt"s rather uncertain accompaniment, in a voice that shook the walls. Poor Mr. With.e.l.ls fled out by the window, and sat on the step on his carefully-folded handkerchief, but even so the cold stones penetrated, and he came in again.
And after "Drake"s Drum" it was time to go home.
Jan and Peter walked back through the scented night, Peter carrying her slippers in a silk bag, for the sternly economical Meg wouldn"t hear of wasting good suede slippers at 22s. 6d. a pair by walking half a mile in them, no matter how dry it was.
When all the guests had gone, Lady Pen seized Miles by the arm and implored him to take her outside for a cigarette. "That little With.e.l.ls had given her the hump."
Lady Mary said it was bed-time and the servants wanted to lock up. The Squire and Mr. Pottinger melted away imperceptibly to smoke in peace elsewhere.
Lady Pen, still holding Miles in an iron grip, pulled him over to the door, which she shut, led him back, and stood in front of Lady Mary, who was just going to ring for the servants to shut the windows.
"Wait a minute, Aunt Mary. I"ve got somethin" to say, and I want to say it before Miles."
"Oh, don"t let us go into all that to-night," Lady Mary implored, "if what you have to say has anything to do with what you told me before dinner."
"It has and it hasn"t. One thing I"ve decided is that I"ve got to tell the Trents they are liars; and the other thing is that, though I disapprove with all my strength of the game Miles is playing, I believe that little girl is square...."
"You see," Lady Pen went on, turning to Miles, "I"ve repeated things to Aunt Mary that I heard from the Trents lately--but I heard a different story at the time--and though I think you, Miles, are throwing yourself away, I won"t be a party to spreadin" lies. Somethin" that _poudree_ woman with the good skin said to-night made me feel a swab----"
"I"m glad you"ve spoken up like this, Pen," Miles said slowly, "for if you hadn"t, we couldn"t have been friends any more. I promised Meg I wouldn"t tell anybody--but I"ve asked her to marry me ... and though she isn"t over keen, I believe I"ll get her to do it some day."
"Isn"t over keen?" Lady Mary repeated indignantly. "Why, she ought to be down on her knees with joy!"
Miles laughed. "She"s not a kneeling sort, Aunt Mary. It"s I who"ll have to do the kneeling, I can tell you."
Lady Pen was looking straight at her cousin with the beautiful candid eyes that were so like his own. "Just for curiosity," she said slowly, "I"d dearly like to know if Meg Morton ever said anything to you about me--anything rather confidential--I won"t be offended, I"d just like to know."
"About you?" Miles echoed in a puzzled voice.
"About my appearance, you know--my looks."
"I think she called you good-looking, like everybody else, but I don"t remember that she was specially enthusiastic. To tell you the honest truth, Pen, we"ve had other things to talk about than you."
"Now listen, you two," said Lady Pen. "That little girl is straight. You won"t understand, Miles, but Aunt Mary will. Meg Morton knew I was against her--about you, Miles--women always know these things. And yet she held her tongue when she could have said something true that I"d rather not have talked about. You"ll hold your tongue, old chap, and so will Aunt Mary. I"ve got her hair; got it on this minute. That"s why she"s such a croppy."
Lady Mary sat down on the nearest chair and sighed deeply.
"It"s been a real satisfaction to me, this transformation, because I know where it came from."
Miles took his cousin"s hand and kissed it. "If somebody had to have it, I"m glad it"s you," he said.
"Yes, she"s straight," Lady Pen repeated. "I don"t believe there"s many girls who would have kept quiet--not when the man they cared about was being got at. You may ring now, Aunt Mary. I"m through. Good night."
"Do you realise," said Peter as they turned out of the dark Manor drive into the moonlit road, "that I"ve been here on and off over a month, and that we are now nearly at the end of July?"
"You"ve only just come to _us_," said Jan. "You can"t count the time you stayed at "The Green Hart" as a visit."
"And now I have come ... I"m not quite sure I"ve done wisely, unless...."
"Unless what?"
"Unless I can put something through that I came back from India to do."