"Really, my love, even the best of women are sometimes a trifle uncharitable! But in any case Malcolm has quite enough sense of his future position to realise that his wife must be somebody without the blemish on her birth, which is no fault of dear Cicely"s, but--er--makes her ineligible for this particular position."
"I wish I could think that Malcolm is the kind of young man who would consult anything but his own wishes. I have told you often enough, Reggie, that I don"t think it is wise to keep these two young people living here in the same house for months on end."
"But what can one do?" asked the benevolent baronet. "Neither of them has any home of their own. Hang it, I"m the head of their family and I"m bound to show them a little hospitality."
"But Malcolm has rooms in town. He needn"t spend months on end at Keldale."
The baronet was silent for a moment. Then he said:
"To tell the truth, my dear, I"m afraid Malcolm is not turning out quite so well as I had hoped. He certainly ought to be away doing something.
At the same time, hang it, you wouldn"t have me turn my own kinsman and heir out of my house, Margaret; would you?"
Lady Cromarty sighed, and then her thin lips tightened.
"You are hopeless, Reggie. I sometimes feel as though I were here merely as matron of a home for lost Cromartys! Well, I hope your confidence won"t be abused. I confess I don"t feel very comfortable about it myself."
"Well, well," said Sir Reginald. "My own eyes are open too, I a.s.sure you. I shall watch them very carefully at lunch, in the light of what you have been saying."
The baronet was an old Etonian, and as his life had been somewhat uneventful since, he was in the habit of drawing very largely on his recollections of that nursery of learning. Lunch had hardly begun before a question from Cicely set him going, and for the rest of the meal he regaled her with these reminiscences.
After luncheon he said to his wife:
"Upon my word, I noticed nothing whatever amiss. Cicely is a very sensible as well as a deuced pretty girl."
"I happened to look at Malcolm occasionally," said she.
Sir Reginald thought that she seemed to imply more than she said, but then women were like that, he had noticed, and if one took all their implications into account, life would be a troublesome affair.
IX
A PHILOSOPHER
During luncheon an exceedingly efficient person had been moving briskly behind the chairs. His face was so expressionless, his mouth so tightly closed, and his air of concentration on the business in hand so intense, that he seemed the perfect type of the silent butler. But as soon as lunch was over, and while Cicely still stood in the hall listening with a dubious eye to Malcolm"s suggestion of a game of billiards, Mr. James Bisset revealed the other side of his personality. He came up to the young couple with just sufficient deference, but no more, and in an accent which experts would have recognised as the hall mark of the western part of North Britain, said:
"Excuse me, miss, but I"ve mended your bicycle and I"ll show it you if ye like, and just explain the principle of the thing."
There was at least as much command as invitation in his tones. The billiard invitation was refused, and with a hidden smile Cicely followed him to the bicycle house.
Expert knowledge was James Bisset"s foible. Of some subjects, such as b.u.t.tling, carpentry, and mending bicycles, it was practical; of others, such as shooting, gardening, and motoring, it was more theoretical. To Sir Reginald and my lady he was quite indispensable, for he could repair almost anything, knew his own more particular business from A to Z, and was ready at any moment to shoulder any responsibility. Sir Reginald"s keeper, gardener, and chauffeur were apt however to be a trifle less enthusiastic, Mr. Bisset"s pa.s.sion for expounding the principles of their professions sometimes exceeding his tact.
In person, he was an active, stoutly built man (though far too energetic to be fat), with blunt rounded features, eyes a little protruding, and sandy hair and a reddish complexion which made his age an unguessable secret. He might have been in the thirties or he might have been in the fifties.
"With regard to these ladies" bicycles, miss--" he began with a lecturer"s air.
But by this time Cicely was also an expert in side-tracking her friend"s theoretical essays.
"Oh, how clever of you!" she exclaimed rapturously. "It looks as good as ever!"
The interruption was too gratifying to offend.
"Better in some ways," he said complacently. "The principle of these things is----"
"I did miss it this morning," she hurried on. "In fact I had to have quite a long walk. Luckily Mr. Cromarty of Stanesland gave me a lift coming home."
"Oh, indeed, miss? Stanesland gave ye a lift, did he? An interesting gentleman yon."
This time she made no effort to divert Mr. Bisset"s train of thought.
"You think Mr. Cromarty interesting, then?" said she.
"They say he"s hanged a man with his ain hands," said Bisset impressively.
"What!" she cried.
"For good and sufficient reason, we"ll hope, miss. But whatever the way of it, it makes a gentleman more interesting in a kin" of way than the usual run. And then looking at the thing on general principles, the theory of hanging is----"
"Oh, but surely," she interrupted, "that isn"t the only reason why Mr.
Cromarty--I mean why you think he is interesting?"
"There"s that gla.s.s eye, too. That"s very interesting, miss."
She still seemed unsatisfied.
"His gla.s.s eye! Oh--you mean it has a story?"
"Vera possibly. He says himself it was done wi" a whisky bottle, but possibly that"s making the best of it. But what interests me, miss, about yon eye is this----"
He paused dramatically and she enquired in an encouraging voice:
"Yes, Bisset?"
"It"s the principle of introducing a foreign substance so near the man"s brain. What"s gla.s.s? What"s it consist of?"
"I--I don"t know," confessed Cicely weakly.
"Silica! And what"s silica? Practically the same as sand! Well now if ye put a handful of sand into a man"s brain--or anyhow next door to it, it"s bound to have some effect, bound to have some effect!"
Bisset"s voice fell to a very serious note, and as he was famous for the range of his reading and was generally said to know practically by heart "The People"s Self-Educator in Science and Art," Cicely asked a little apprehensively:
"But what effect can it possibly have?"
"It might take him different ways," said the philosopher cautiously though sombrely. "But it"s a good thing, anyway, Miss Farmond, that the laird of Stanesland is no likely to get married."
"Isn"t he?" she asked, again with that encouraging note.