"Oh! I don"t think so; at least, the opinion is all one way. Don"t you think Miss Rose beautiful, Mr. Layard?" she said, turning to her companion.
"Ripping," said that gentleman, with emphasis. "But I wish she wouldn"t beat one at tennis; it is an insult to the stronger s.e.x."
Mary looked at him reflectively. His sister looked at him also.
"And I am sure that you think her beautiful, don"t you, Morris?" went on the imperturbable Mary.
"Certainly, of course; lovely," he replied, with a vacuous stare at the elderly wife of the baronet.
"There, Miss Layard, now you collect the opinions of the gentlemen all along your side." And Mary turned away, ostensibly to talk to her cavalier; but really to find out what could possibly interest Morris so deeply in the person or conversation of Lady Jones.
Lady Jones was talking across the table to Mr. Tomley, the departing rector, a benevolent-looking person, with a broad forehead adorned like that of Father Time by a single lock of snowy hair.
"And so you are really going to the far coast of Northumberland, Mr.
Tomley, to exchange livings with the gentleman with the odd name? How brave of you!"
Mr. Tomley smiled a.s.sent, adding: "You can imagine what a blow it is to me, Lady Jones, to separate myself from my dear parishioners and friends"--here he eyed the Colonel, with whom he had waged a continual war during his five years of residence in the parish, and added: "But we must all give way to the cause of duty and the necessities of health.
Mrs. Tomley says that this part of the country does not agree with her, and is quite convinced that unless she is taken back to her native Northumberland air the worst may be expected."
"I fancy that it has arrived in that poor man"s case," thought Mary to herself. Lady Jones, who also knew Mrs. Tomley and the power of her tongue, nodded her head sympathetically and said:
"Of course, of course. A wife"s health must be the first consideration of every good man. But isn"t it rather lonely up there, Mr. Tomley?"
"Lonely, Lady Jones?" the clergyman replied with energy, and shaking his white lock. "I a.s.sure you that the place is a howling desert; a great moor behind, and the great sea in front, and some rocks and the church between the two. That"s about all, but my wife likes it because she used to stay at the rectory when she was a little girl. Her uncle was the inc.u.mbent there. She declares that she has never been well since she left the parish."
"And what did you say is the name of the present inhabitant of this earthly paradise, the man with whom you have exchanged?" interrupted the Colonel.
"Fregelius--the Reverend Peter Fregelius."
"What an exceedingly odd name! Is he an Englishman?"
"Yes; but I think that his father was a Dane, and he married a Danish lady."
"Indeed! Is she living?"
"Oh, no. She died a great many years ago. The old gentleman has only one child left--a girl."
"What is her name?" asked someone idly, in a break of the general conversation, so that everybody paused to listen to his reply.
"Stella--Stella Fregelius; a very unusual girl."
Then the conversation broke out again with renewed vigour, and all that those at Morris"s end of the table could catch were s.n.a.t.c.hes such as: "Wonderful eyes"; "Independent young person"; "Well read and musical"; "Oh, yes! poor as church mice, that"s why he accepted my offer."
At this point the Doctor began a rather vehement argument with Mr.
Porson as to the advisability of countervailing duties to force foreign nations to abandon the sugar bounties, and no more was heard of Mr.
Tomley and his plans.
On the whole, Mary enjoyed that dinner-party. Miss Layard, somewhat sore after her first encounter, attempted to retaliate later.
But by this time Mary"s argumentative energy had evaporated. Therefore, adroitly appealing to Mr. Layard to take her part, she retired from the fray till, seeing that it grew acrimonious, for this brother and sister did not love each other, she pretended to hear no more.
"Have you been stopping out all night again and staring at the sea, Morris?" she inquired; "because I understand it is a habit of yours. You seem so sleepy. I know that I must have looked just like you when that old political gentleman took me in to dinner, and I made an exhibition of myself."
"What was that?" asked Morris.
So she told him the story of her unlawful slumbers, and so amusingly that he burst out laughing and remained in an excellent mood for the rest of the feast, or at any rate until the ladies had departed. After this event once more he became somewhat silent and distant.
It was not wonderful. To most men, except the very experienced, proposals are terrifying ordeals, and Morris had made up his mind, if he could find a chance, to propose to Mary that night. The thing was to be done, so the sooner he did it the better.
Then it would be over, one way or the other. Besides, and this was strange and opportune enough, never had he felt so deeply and truly attracted to Mary. Whether it was because her soft, indolent beauty showed at its best this evening in that gown and setting, or because her conversation, with its sub-acid tinge of kindly humour amused him, or--and this seemed more probable--because her whole att.i.tude towards himself was so gentle and so full of sweet benevolence, he could not say. At any rate, this remained true, she attracted him more than any woman he had ever met, and sincerely he hoped and prayed that when he asked her to be his wife she might find it in her heart to say Yes.
The rest of the entertainment resembled that of most country dinner-parties. Conducted to the piano by the Colonel, who understood music very well, the talented ladies of the party, including Miss Rose, sang songs with more or less success, while Miss Layard criticised, Mary was appreciative, and the men talked. At length the local baronet"s wife looked at the local baronet, who thereupon asked leave to order the carriage. This example the rest of the company followed in quick succession until all were gone except Mr. Porson and his daughter.
"Well, my dear," said Mr. Porson, "I suppose that we had better be off too, or you won"t get your customary nine hours."
Mary yawned slightly and a.s.sented, a.s.serting that she had utterly exhausted herself in defending Miss Rose from the attacks of her rival, Miss Layard.
"No, no," broke in the Colonel, "come and have a smoke first, John. I"ve got that old map of the property unrolled on purpose to show you, and I don"t want to keep it about, for it fills up the whole place. Morris will look after Mary for half an hour, I daresay."
"Certainly," said Morris, but the heart within him sank to the level of his dress-shoes. Here was the opportunity for which he had wished, but as he could not be called a forward, or even a pushing lover, he was alarmed at its very prompt arrival. This answer to his prayers was somewhat too swift and thorough. There is a story of an enormously fat old Boer who was seated on the veld with his horse at his side, when suddenly a band of armed natives rushed to attack him. "Oh, G.o.d, help!"
he cried in his native _taal_, as he prepared to heave his huge form into the saddle. Having thus invoked divine a.s.sistance, this Dutch Falstaff went at the task with such a will that in a trice he found himself not on the horse, but over it, lying upon his back, indeed, among the gra.s.ses. "O G.o.d!" that deluded burgher exclaimed, reproachfully, as the Kaffirs came up and speared him, "Thou hast helped a great deal too much!"
At this moment Morris felt very much like this stout but simple dweller in the wilderness. He would have preferred to coquet with the enemy for a while from the safety of his saddle. But Providence willed it otherwise.
"Won"t you come out, Mary?" he said, with the courage which inspires men in desperate situations. He felt that it would be impossible to say those words with the electric lights looking at him like so many eyes.
The thought of it, even, made him warm all over.
"I don"t know; it depends. Is there anything comfortable to sit on?"
"The deck chair," he suggested.
"That sounds nice. I have slumbered for hours in deck chairs. Look, there"s a fur rug on that sofa, and here"s my white cape; now you get your coat, and I"ll come."
"Thank you, no; I don"t want any coat; I am hot enough already."
Mary turned and looked him up and down with her wondering blue eyes.
"Do you really think it safe," she said, "to expose yourself to all sorts of unknown dangers in this unprotected condition?"
"Of course," he answered. "I am not afraid of the night air even in October."
"Very well, very well, Morris," she went on, and there was meaning in her voice; "then whatever happens don"t blame me. It"s so easy to be rash and thoughtless and catch a chill, and then you may become an invalid for life, or die, you know. One can"t get rid of it again--at least, not often."
Morris looked at her with a puzzled air, and stepped through the window which he had opened, on to the lawn, whither, with a quaint little shrug of her shoulders, Mary followed him, muttering to herself:
"Now if he takes cold, it won"t be _my_ fault." Then she stopped, clasped her hands, and said, "Oh! what a lovely night. I am glad that we came out here."
She was right, it was indeed lovely. High in the heavens floated a bright half-moon, across whose face the little white-edged clouds drifted in quick succession, throwing their gigantic shadows to the world beneath. All silver was the sleeping sea where the moonlight fell upon it, and when this was eclipsed, then it was all jet. To the right and left, up to the very borders of the cliff, lay the soft wreaths of roke or land-fog, covering the earth as with a cloak of down, but pierced here and there by the dim and towering shapes of trees. Yet although these curling wreaths of mist hung on the edges of the cliff like white water about to fall, they never fell, since clear to the sight, though separated from them by a gulf of translucent blackness, lay the yellow belt of sand up which, inch by inch, the tide was creeping.