Jan had tried it, and, again to quote Tony, "it just happened."
CHAPTER XXIV
"THE WAY OF A MAN WITH A MAID"
Peter began to feel annoyed. More and more clearly did he realise that his chief object in coming home was to see Jan again; and here was he, still in London in the third week of June, and never so much as a glimpse of her.
Her last letter, too, had postponed his visit indefinitely, and he almost thought she was not treating him quite fairly. It was, of course, a confounded bore that Hugo Tancred should have turned up just now, but Peter saw no reason for staying away for ever on that account. He knew Wren"s End was a good-sized house, and though he appreciated Jan"s understanding of the fact that he wouldn"t exactly choose to be a fellow-guest with such a thoroughly bad hat as Hugo Tancred, still he considered it was laying too much stress upon the finer shades of feeling to keep him away so long.
His aunt was delighted to have him; London was very pleasant; he had dined out quite a number of times, attended some big parties, seen all the best plays, and bought or ordered all the new clothes he needed, and a good deal that he didn"t need at all. He had also bought a motor to take out with him. It was more than time to get within range of the main objective of his leave.
Suggestions that Jan _must_ have shopping to do and might as well come up for a day or two to do it only elicited the reply that she had no money for shopping and that it was most unlikely that she would be in London again for ages.
She hadn"t answered his last letter, either, which was another grievance.
Then came a letter with the Amber Guiting post-mark, and in a handwriting he did not know--a funny little, clear, square handwriting with character in every stroke.
He opened it and read:
"DEAR MR. LEDGARD,
"It is just possible you may have heard of me from Mrs.
Tancred or Miss Ross, but in case you haven"t I will explain that I am nurse to the little Tancreds and that Miss Ross is my dearest friend. I think it would be a very good thing if you came down to see her, for her brother-in-law is here, and I am never quite sure what he might persuade her to do if he put the screw on about the children. There is a comfortable inn called "The Green Hart," and there"s another called "The Full Basket," but I fear you"d not get a room there as it"s very small and always chock-full at this time of year with fishing people.
"You see, if you came down to "The Green Hart," Jan couldn"t say anything, for you"ve a perfect right to stay there if you choose, and I know it would help her and strengthen her hands to talk things over with you. She has spoken much of your kindness to them all in India.
"Do you fish, I wonder? I"m sure Squire Walcote would be amiable to any friend of Jan"s.
"Believe me, yours truly,
"MARGARET MORTON."
Peter put the letter in his pocket and left the rest of his correspondence till after breakfast, and his aunt decided that he really was a most amusing and agreeable companion, and that she must have been mistaken last night in thinking he seemed rather depressed and worried.
After breakfast he went out to send a reply-paid telegram, and then to the garage, where he kept his car. Among other places he drove to "Hardy Brothers" in Pall Mall, where he stayed over an hour.
By the time he got back to Artillery Mansions it was lunch time. More letters awaited him, also a telegram.
During lunch he mentioned casually that he was going down into the country for the week-end to fish. He was going to motor down.
"Yes," in answer to his aunt"s inquiry, "I do know people down there, but I"m not going to stay with them. I"m going to the inn--one"s freer, you know, and if the sport"s good I may stay on a few days."
Mr. With.e.l.ls came again for Hugo on Sat.u.r.day morning and proposed a run right over to Cheltenham for a rose show. Hugo declined the rose show, but gratefully accepted the drive. He would potter about the town while Mr. With.e.l.ls inspected the flowers. The Grange head-gardener had several exhibits, and was to be taken on the front seat.
They started soon after breakfast and would be gone the whole day, for it was an hour and three-quarters run by road and two by train.
"I wish he had offered to take you," Jan said to Meg when the big motor had vanished out of the drive. "It would have been so nice for you to see Major Morton."
"And sit bodkin between Hugo and Mr. With.e.l.ls or on one of those horrid little folding-seats--no, thank you! When I go to see my poor little papa I shall go by train by myself. I"ll choose a day when their dear father can help you with the children."
After lunch Meg began to find fault with Jan"s appearance. "I simply won"t see you in that old grey skirt a minute longer--go and put on a white frock--a nice white frock. You"ve got plenty."
"Who is always grumbling about the washing? Besides, I want to garden."
"You can"t garden this afternoon. On such a lovely day it"s your duty to dress in accordance with it. I"m going to clean up my children, and then we"ll all go down to the post-office to buy stamps and show ourselves.
_You_ ought to call on Lady Mary--you know you ought. Go and change, and then come and see if I approve of you. You might leave a card at the vicarage, too. I know they"re going to the rose show, so you"d be quite safe."
"You"re a nuisance, Meg," Jan complained. "Let you and little Fay go sw.a.n.king down the village if you like, but why can"t you leave Tony and me to potter comfortably in our old clothes?"
"I"m tired of your old clothes; I want you to look decent for once. You haven"t done anything I asked you for ages. You might as well do this."
Jan sighed. "It seems rather absurd when you yourself say every soul we know will be at the flower show."
"I never said anything of the kind. I said Mrs. Fream was going to the flower show. Hurry up, Jan."
"Well, will I do? Will I satisfy the hedges and ditches, do you think?"
Jan asked later, as she appeared in the hall clad in the white raiment Meg had commanded.
Meg turned her round. "Very nice indeed," she said. "I"m glad you put on the expensive one. It"s funny why the very plain things cost such a lot.
I like the black hat with your white hair. Yes, I consent to take you out; I don"t mind owning you for my missus. Children, come and admire Auntie Jan."
Jan dutifully delivered a card at the vicarage, and the nursery party left her to walk up the Manor drive alone. Lady Mary was in, and pleased to see her, but she only stayed a quarter of an hour, because Meg had made her promise to meet them again in the village. They were to have tea in the garden with the children and make it a little festival.
What a funny little thing Meg was, she thought as she strolled down the drive under the splendid beeches. So determined to have her own way in small things, such an incarnation of self-sacrifice in big ones.
A man was standing just outside the great gates in a patch of black shade thrown by a holly-tree in the lodge garden. Jan was long-sighted, and something in the figure and its pose caused her to stop suddenly. He wore the usual grey summer suit and a straw hat. Yet he reminded her of somebody, but him she had always seen in a topee, out of doors.
Of course it was only a resemblance--but what was he waiting there for?
He moved out from the patch of shade and looked up the drive through the open gates. He took off his hat and waved it, and came quickly towards her.
"I couldn"t wait any longer," he said. "I won"t be the least bit of a nuisance. I"ve come to fish, and I"m staying at "The Green Hart".... And how are you?"
She could never make it out, when she thought it over afterwards, but Jan found herself standing with both her hands in his and her beautiful black parasol tumbled unheeded in the dust.
"I happened to meet the children and Miss Morton, and they asked me to tell you they"ve gone home. They also invited me to tea."
"So do I," said Jan.
"I should hardly have known Tony," he continued; "he looks capital. And as for little Fay--she"s a picture, but she always was."