"But how can I say that, when I think--"
"Oh! you can"t say it now, of course; it"s too late. No; that would never do. You must keep it up--only you mustn"t be really angry. Why not try a little cold severity?"
She looked so charming and humorous that the old man began to melt a little. He glanced up at her once or twice under his heavy eyebrows.
"I wonder what you"ll do," he said with a kind of gruffness, "when you find you"ve got to marry a pauper?"
"I shan"t have to marry a pauper," said Jenny. "That wouldn"t do either."
"Oh! you"re counting on that eight hundred a year still, are you?"
Jenny allowed a little coldness to appear on her face. Rude banter was all very well, but it mustn"t go too far. (Secretly she allowed to herself sometimes that this old man had elements of the cad in his character.)
"That"s entirely my own affair," she said, "and Frank"s."
Lord Talgarth blazed up a little.
"And the eight hundred a year is mine," he said.
Jenny laid down her spoon as the servant reappeared with the fish and the menu-card. He came very opportunely. And while her host was considering what he would eat next, she was pondering her next move.
Jenny, as has been said, was an exceedingly sensible girl. She had grown up in the Rectory, down at the park gates; and since her mother"s death, three years previously, had managed her father"s house, including her father, with great success. She had begun to extend her influence, for the last year or two, even over the formidable lord of the manor himself, and, as has been seen, was engaged to his son. Her judgment was usually very sound and very sane, and the two men, with the Rector, had been perfectly right just now in leaving the old man to her care for an hour or so. If anything could quiet him it would be this girl. She was quite fearless, quite dignified, and quite able to hold her own. And her father perceived that she rather enjoyed it.
When the man had gone out again, she resumed:
"Well, let"s leave it," she said, "for a day or two. There"s no hurry, and--"
"But I must answer this--this telegram," he growled. "What am I to say to the feller?"
"Tell him to follow his discretion, and that you have complete confidence--"
"But--"
"Yes; I know you haven"t, really. But it"ll do no harm, and it"ll make him feel important."
"And what if the boy does take to the roads?"
"Let him," said Jenny coolly. "It won"t kill him."
He looked up at her again in silence.
Jenny herself was very far from comfortable, though she was conscious of real pleasure, too, in the situation. She had seen this old man in a pa.s.sion pretty often, but she had never seen him in a pa.s.sion with any real excuse. No one ever thwarted him. He even decided where his doctor should send him for his cure, and in what month, and for how long. And she was not, therefore, quite certain what would happen, for she knew Frank well enough to be quite sure that he meant what he said. However, she reflected, the main thing at present was to smooth things down all round as far as possible. Then she could judge.
"Can"t make out why you ever consented to marry such a chap at all!" he growled presently.
"Oh, well--" said Jenny.
(III)
It was a delicious evening, and the three men, after dinner, strolled out on to the broad terrace that ran, looking over the lake, straight up and down the long side of the house. They had not had the advantage, since the servants were in the room, of talking over the situation as they wished, and there was no knowing when Lord Talgarth and Jenny might emerge. So they sat down at a little stone table at the end furthest from the smoking-room, and Archie and d.i.c.k lit their cigarettes.
There is not a great deal to say about the Rector. The most effective fact about him was that he was the father of Jenny. It was a case, here, of "Averill following Averill": his father and grandfather, both second sons, as was the Rector himself, had held the living before him, and had performed the duties of it in the traditional and perfectly respectable way. This one was a quiet middle-aged man, clean-shaven except for two small whiskers. He wore a white tie, and a small gold stud was visible in the long slit of his white shirt-front. He was on very easy terms in this house, in an unintimate manner, and dined here once a fortnight or so, without saying or hearing anything of particular interest. He had been secretly delighted at his daughter"s engagement, and had given his consent with gentle and reserved cordiality. He was a Tory, not exactly by choice, but simply--for the same reason as he was Church of England--because he was unable, in the fiber of him, to imagine anything else. Of course, Lord Talgarth was the princ.i.p.al personage in his world, simply because he was Lord Talgarth and owned practically the whole parish and two-thirds of the next. He regarded his daughter with the greatest respect, and left in her hands everything that he decently could. And, to do her justice, Jenny was a very benevolent, as well as capable, despot. In short, the Rector plays no great part in this drama beyond that of a discreet, and mostly silent, Greek chorus of unimpeachable character. He disapproved deeply, of course, of Frank"s change of religion--but he disapproved with that same part of him that appreciated Lord Talgarth. It seemed to him that Catholicism, in his daughter"s future husband, was a defect of the same kind as would be a wooden leg or an unpleasant habit of sniffing--a drawback, yet not insuperable. He would be considerably relieved if it could be cured.
The three men sat there for some while without interruption from the smoking-room, while the evening breeze died, the rosy sky paled, and the stars came out one by one, like diamonds in the clear blue. They said, of course, all the proper things, and d.i.c.k heard a little more than he had previously known.
d.i.c.k was always conscious of a faint, almost impersonal, resentment against destiny when he stayed at Merefield. It was obvious to him that the position of heir there was one which would exactly have suited his tastes and temperament. He was extremely pleased to belong to the family--and it was, indeed, a very exceptional family as regards history: it had been represented in nearly every catastrophe since the Norman Conquest, and always on the winning side, except once--but it was difficult to enjoy the distinction as it deserved, living, as he did, in a flat in London all by himself. When his name was mentioned to a well-informed stranger, it was always greeted by the question as to whether he was one of the Guiseleys of Merefield, and it seemed to him singularly annoying that he could only answer "First cousin." Archie, of course, was a satisfactory heir; there was no question of that--he was completely of d.i.c.k"s own school of manner--but it seemed a kind of outrage that Frank, with his violent convictions and his escapades, should be Archie"s only brother. There was little of that repose about him that a Guiseley needed.
It would be about half-past nine that the sound of an opening door, and voices, from the further end of the terrace, told them that the smoking-room conference was over, and they stood up as Jenny, very upright and pale in the twilight, with her host at her side, came up towards them. d.i.c.k noticed that the cigar his uncle carried was smoked down almost to the b.u.t.t, and augured well from that detail. The old man"s arm was in the girl"s, and he supported himself on the other side, limping a little, on his black stick.
He sat down with a grunt and laid his stick across the table.
"Well, boys, we"ve settled it," he said. "Jenny"s to write the telegram."
"No one need be anxious any more," announced Jenny imperturbably. "Lord Talgarth"s extremely angry still, as he has every right to be, and Frank"s going to be allowed to go on the tramp if he wants to."
The Rector waited, in deferential silence, for corroboration.
"Jenny"s a very sensible girl," observed Lord Talgarth. "And what she says is quite right."
"Do you mean to say--" began Archie.
The old man frowned round at him.
"All that I"ve said holds good," he said.
"Frank"s made his bed and he must lie on it. I warned him. And Jenny sees that, too."
Archie glanced at the girl, and d.i.c.k looked hard at her, straight into her face. But there was absolutely no sign there of any perturbation.
Certainly she looked white in the falling dusk, but her eyes were merry and steadfast, and her voice perfectly natural.
"That"s how we"ve settled it," she said. "And if I"m satisfied, I imagine everyone else ought to be. And I"m going to write Frank a good long letter all by myself. Come along, father, we must be going. Lord Talgarth isn"t well, and we mustn"t keep him up."
(IV)
When the last game of billiards had been played, and whisky had been drunk, and Archie had taken up his candle, d.i.c.k stood still, with his own in his hand.
"Aren"t you coming?" said Archie.
d.i.c.k paused.
"I think I"ll smoke one more cigarette on the terrace," he said. "It"s a heavenly night, and I want to get the taste of the train out of my mouth."
"All right, then. Lock up, will you, when you come in? I"m off."
It was, indeed, a heavenly night. Behind him as he sat at the table where they had had coffee the great house shimmered pale in the summer twilight, broken here by a line or two of yellow light behind shuttered windows, here with the big oriel window of the hall, blazing with coats, fully illuminated. (He must remember, he thought, to put out the lights there as he went to bed.)