"I"ll bet you," she said--with her challenging indolence that seemed to say "Disturb me if you can!"--"I"ll bet you we hear of the engagement in ten minutes."
"You know a lot about it! What"ll you bet me?"
"Anything you like--from a quarter"s salary downwards!" said Isobel. She sat facing the path from the west wood. On it she saw two figures, arm in arm. Wellgood had his back turned that way. The situation was favourable for Isobel"s bet.
A light hand in flirtation could not be expected from a man to whom the heavy hand--the strong decisive grip--was gospel in matters public and private. Besides, he had grown impatient; his affair waited on Harry"s.
"From a quarter"s salary downwards? Will you bet me a kiss?"
"Yes," she smiled, "if losing means the kiss. Because I know I shall win, Mr. Wellgood."
Harry and Vivien came near, still exalted in dreams, the new man and the girl transformed. Wellgood had not noticed them, perhaps would have forgotten them anyhow.
"If winning meant the kiss?" he said.
"I don"t bet as high as that, except on a certainty,"
smiled Isobel. "Another cup?"
"No, but I tell you, Isobel--" He leant over the table towards her.
"Don"t tell me, and don"t touch me! They"re just behind you, Mr.
Wellgood."
He swore under his breath. A plaguy mean trick this of women"s--defying just when they are safe! He had to play the father--and the father-in-law to be; to seem calm, wise, benevolent, paternally affectionate, patronizing to young love from the sage eminence of years that he was just, a second ago, forgetting.
Since she had come into his house, to be Vivien"s companion and exemplar, a year ago, they had had many of these rough defiant flirtations. He was not easily snubbed, she not readily frightened. They had worked together over Vivien"s rather severe training in a matter-of-fact way; but there had been this diversion for hours of leisure. Why not? Flirtation of this order was not the conventional thing between the girl"s father and the girl"s companion. No matter!
They were both vigorously self-confident people; the flirtation suited the taste of at least one of them, and served the ends of both.
The near approach of the lovers--the imminence of a declared engagement--made a change. Wellgood advanced more openly; Isobel challenged and repelled more impudently. The moment for which he had waited seemed near at hand; she suffered under an instinctive impulse to prove that she too had her woman"s power and could use it. But, deep down in her mind, the proof was more for Harry"s enlightenment than for Wellgood"s subjugation. She had an overwhelming desire not to appear, in Harry"s conquering eyes, a negligible neglected woman. She mocked the Meriton standard--but shared it.
"Look round!"
He obeyed her.
"Arm in arm!"
He started, and glowered at the approaching couple. Vivien hastily dropped Harry"s arm.
"Oh, that"s nothing--she"s just afraid! It"s settled all the same. And within my ten minutes!"
"Aye, you"re a--!" He smiled in grim fierce admiration.
"Shall I take three months" notice, Mr. Wellgood?" She was lying back in her chair again, insolent and serenely defiant. "I might have betted after all, and been quite safe," she said.
Harry victorious in conquest, Vivien with her more precious conquest in surrender, were at Wellgood"s elbow. He had to wrench himself away from his own devices.
"Well, what have you got to say, Vivien?" he asked his daughter rather sharply. She was looking more than usually timid. What was there to be frightened at?
"She hasn"t got anything to say," Harry interposed gaily. "I"m going to do the talking. Are you feeling romantic to-day, Mr. Wellgood?"
Wellgood smiled sourly. "You know better than to try that on me, Master Harry."
"Yes! Well, I"ll cut that, but I just want to mention--as a matter of business, which may affect your arrangements--that Vivien has promised to marry me."
Vivien had stolen up to her father and now laid her hand lightly on his shoulder. He looked at her with a kindly sneer, then patted her hand.
"You like the fellow, do you, Vivien?"
"Yes, father."
"Then I daresay we can fix matters up. Shake hands, Harry."
Vivien kissed his forehead; the two men shook hands.
"I daresay you"re not exactly taken by surprise," said Harry, laughing.
"I"ve been calling rather often!"
"It had struck me that something was up."
Wellgood was almost genial; he was really highly pleased. The match was an excellent one for his daughter; he liked Harry, despite a lurking suspicion that he was "soft;" and the way now lay open for his own plan.
"You haven"t asked me for my congratulations, Vivien," said Isobel.
Vivien went over to her and kissed her, then sat down by the table, her eyes fixed on Harry. She was very quiet in her happiness; she felt so peaceful, so secure. Such was the efficacy of those wonderful words!
"And I wish you all happiness too, Mr. Harry," Isobel went on with a smile. "Perhaps you"ll forgive me if I say that I"m not altogether taken by surprise either?"
Harry did not quite like her smile; there seemed to be a touch of ridicule about it. It covertly reminded him of their talk before tea, before he went to the west wood.
"I never had much hope of blinding your eyes, so I didn"t even try, Miss Vintry."
"I was thinking it must come to a head soon," she remarked.
Harry flushed ever so slightly. She was hinting at the laggard in love again; it almost seemed as if she were hinting that she had brought the affair to a head. In the west wood he had forgotten her subtle taunt; he had thought of nothing but his pa.s.sion, and how impatient it was. Now he remembered, and knew that he was being derided, even in his hour of triumph. He felt another impulse of anger against her. This time it took the form of a desire to show her that he was no fool, not a man a woman could play with as she chose. He would like to show her what a dangerous game that was. He was glad when, having shot her tiny sharp-pointed dart, she rose and went into the house. "You"ll want to talk it all over with Mr. Wellgood!" He did not want to think of her; only of Vivien.
"Poor Isobel!" said Vivien. "She"s very nice about it, isn"t she?
Because she can"t really be pleased."
Both men looked rather surprised; each was roused from his train of thought. Both had been thinking about Isobel, but the thoughts of neither consorted well with Vivien"s "Poor Isobel!"
"Why not?" asked Harry.
"It means the loss of her situation, Harry."
"Of course! I never thought of that."
"Don"t you young people be in too great a hurry," said Wellgood, with the satisfied smile of a man with a secret. "You"re not going to be married the day after to-morrow! There"s lots of time for something to turn up for Isobel. She needn"t be pitied. Perhaps she may be tired of you and your ways, young woman, and glad to be rid of her job!"
"Lucky there"s somebody ready to take her place, then, isn"t it?"