"His verses?"
"Oh no! His method. She says he"s an interesting survival--he"s walked straight out of another age--the nineties, you know. There were poets in those days."
"Method! He was much too young then to have a style at all, surely!"
"That _was_ the style. It was the right thing to be very young in the nineties. It isn"t now."
"It"s not so easy now, for some of us," murmured Sir Charles.
"But Hazel keeps it up," Anne answered.
Sir Charles laughed irritably. "He keeps it up, does he? But he sits people out openly, that shows he"s not really dangerous. One doesn"t worry about Hazel. It"s that young man who arrives when everybody"s going, or goes before anyone else arrives, that"s what I"m a little anxious about."
"If you mean Cecil Reeve, Hyacinth says he doesn"t like her."
"I"m sorry to hear that. If anything will interest her, that will. Yet I don"t know why I should mind. At any rate, he certainly isn"t trying to marry her for interested reasons, as he"s very well off--or perhaps for any reasons. I"m told he"s clever, too."
"His appearance is not against him either," said Anne dryly; "so what"s the matter with him?"
"I don"t know exactly. I think he"s capable of playing with her."
"Perhaps he doesn"t really appreciate her," suggested Anne.
"Oh, yes, he does. He"s a connoisseur--confound him! He appreciates her all right. But it"s all for himself--not for her. By the way, I"ve heard his name mentioned with another woman"s name. But I happen to know there"s nothing in it."
"Would you really like her to marry soon?" Anne asked.
"In her position it would be better, I suppose," said her guardian, with obvious distaste to the idea.
"Has there ever been anyone that you thoroughly approved of?" asked Anne.
He shook his head.
"I rather doubt if there ever will be," Anne said.
"She"s so clever, so impulsive! She lives so much on her emotions. If she were disappointed--in that way--it would mean so much to her," Sir Charles said.
"She does change rather often," said Anne.
"Of course, she"s never really known her own mind." He took a letter out of his pocket. "I came partly to show her a letter from Ella--my girl at school in Paris, you know. Hyacinth is so kind to her. She writes to me very confidentially. I hope she"s being properly brought up!"
"Let me read it."
She read--
"DARLING PAPA,
"I"m having heavenly fun at school. Last night there was a ball for Madame"s birthday. A proper grown-up ball, and we all danced. The men weren"t bad. I had a lovely Easter egg, a chocolate egg, and inside that another egg with chocolate in it, and inside that another egg with a dear little turquoise charm in it. One man said I was a blonde anglaise, and had a keepsake face; and another has taken the Prix de Rome, and is going to be a schoolmaster. There were no real ices. Come over and see me soon. It"s such a long time to the holidays. Love to mother.
"Your loving,
"ELLA."
"A curious letter--for her age," said Ella"s father, replacing it. "I wish she were here. It seems a pity Lady Cannon can"t stand the noise of practising--and so on. Well, perhaps it"s for the best." He got up.
"Miss Yeo, I must go and fetch Lady Cannon now, but I"ll come back at half-past six for a few minutes--on my way to the club."
"She"s sure to be here then," replied Anne consolingly; "and do persuade her not to waste all her time being kind to Edith Ottley. It can"t do any good. She"d better leave them alone."
"Really, it"s a very innocent amus.e.m.e.nt. I think you"re overanxious."
"It"s only that I"m afraid she might get mixed up in--well, some domestic row."
"Surely it can"t be as bad as that! Why--is Mr Ottley in love with her?"
he asked, smiling.
"Very much indeed," said Anne.
"Oh, really, Miss Yeo!--and does Mrs Ottley know it?"
"No, nor Hyacinth either. He doesn"t know it himself."
"Then if n.o.body knows it, it can"t matter very much," said Sir Charles, feeling vaguely uncomfortable all the same. Before he went he took up a portrait of Hyacinth in an Empire dress with laurel leaves in her hair.
It was a beautiful portrait. Anne thought that from the way he looked at it, anyone could have guessed Lady Cannon had tight lips and wore a royal fringe.... They parted with great friendliness.
Anne"s wooden, inexpressive countenance was a great comfort to Sir Charles, in some moods. Though she was clever enough, she did not have that superfluity of sympathy and responsiveness that makes one go away regretting one has said so much, and disliking the other person for one"s expansion. One never felt that she had understood too accurately, nor that one had given oneself away, nor been indiscreetly curious....
It was like talking to a chair. What a good sort Anne was!
CHAPTER III
Anne Yeo
"Would you like me to play to you a little?" Anne asked, when Hyacinth had returned and was sitting in the carved-oak chimney-corner, looking thoughtful and picturesque.
"Oh no, please don"t! Besides, I know you can"t"
"No, thank goodness!" exclaimed Anne. "I know I"m useful and practical, and I don"t mind that; but anyhow, I"m not cheerful, musical, and a perfect lady, in exchange for a comfortable home, am I?"
"No, indeed," said Hyacinth fervently.
"No-one can speak of me as "that pleasant, cultivated creature who lives with Miss Verney," can they?"
"Not, at any rate, if they have any regard for truth," said Hyacinth.