"Then probably you will not do it well. Recollect I come from Bindon"s Green where we learn the very newest steps. I never have put up with a bad partner."
"I can"t "turkey trot," if that is what you mean."
"Then I am afraid you are too old and too old-fashioned for my taste."
And smiling demurely, she walked off to the quaint, wrought-iron gate which opened into the rose garden.
Gerard Strobridge laughed as he went on his way. Why was he attracted to this girl? He was a person of the highest fastidiousness, and had never had a _liaison_ with any woman beneath him in cla.s.s in his life, even in his Oxford days. It was against his idea of the fitness of things. To flirt with his aunt"s secretary! But the creature was so sensible, and so intelligent it made matters appear in a different light--there surely could not be much harm in discussing pictures and sculpture with her, or a poet or two! But at this stage he did put some restraint upon himself, and made no further attempts to see her until she came down to pour out the tea again. He bravely made love to Lao, and exercised as much skill to keep matters from approaching a climax as he was wont to use in bringing on that happy occurrence. It caused him a cynical amus.e.m.e.nt.
Katherine had on the dress which rather resembled his wife"s, and looked almost as distinguished, and a good deal more healthy and attractive.
Her demeanour was so admirable, too; she had none of either that overhumble obsequiousness or touchy a.s.sertion, which so often distinguished these quasi-gentlefolk, he thought. She might have been a Lady Clara Vere de Vere in her quiet dignity and utter freedom from all self-consciousness.
It was evident that she was not thinking of herself at all, or wondering whether or no she was being noticed or slighted, or properly or improperly treated. She was just gravely pouring out the tea and attending to people"s wants as quietly sure of herself as his aunt would have been. Indeed, it almost seemed to Gerard watching her that she stood out, if he could have selected one from the whole party, as the most perfect specimen of womanhood.
Was it her supreme will--her force of character which had overcome all cla.s.s traditions? He remembered what she had said about no ordinary Radical ever being able to be a foreign minister. How she must have thought out matters! Her brain was that of a woman in a thousand.
The Christmas tea grew very merry, and old Colonel Hawthorne, friend of the family for countless years, found it his pleasant duty to be genial with the good-looking secretary. Gerard continued to watch; she answered the pleasantries with so much wit, and never the least presumption.
After a while he drifted up to his aunt"s own sitting-room for a quarter of an hour before dressing time--Lao had been cajoled into thinking all was well between them, and had gone off to make herself especially beautiful for dinner.
She had been through one or two disquieting moments. Gerard had appeared all that an eager lover should be, and she felt she must have been stupid in some way to have given him the impression that she was serious in her protestation of "not yet." She had no rival--that was plain to be seen. He never spoke to Betty d"Estaire--who was the only other young woman of the party. Perhaps it was because of Beatrice! Gerard was such a perfect gentleman, perhaps in some corner of a foolishly overpunctilious heart he was deterred by--Beatrice! But fortunately Beatrice was leaving the day after Boxing Day.
In any case her usual method of rigid circ.u.mspection--until the very last moment--had not been quite successful with this would-be lover; he had been deceived by it and slightly rebuffed. It was merciful as far as her own emotions were concerned, but she knew men well enough to know that unless she herself had damped his ardour, this state of things was not altogether natural, and therefore it might imply some lack in her own charm, which was not an agreeable thought. However, she need not feel really disquieted while his attentions were still so _empresse_.
"Seraphim, I walked back from church with Miss Bush," Gerard said, stretching himself out in a huge chair by his aunt"s fire, while he lighted a cigarette. "You are quite right, she is a most intelligent young woman; how do you account for that something about her which is not at all of her cla.s.s?"
"I don"t know, it has puzzled me. I was watching her to-day pouring out the tea; she is the first secretary I have ever had, not excepting poor Arnott, who on such occasions did not feel that one or other of the guests was trying to snub her--Katherine Bush is never on the defensive--it is quite unique in a person of her station."
"I watched her, too, and was struck with the same thing; and to-day she talked so well. She wanted to hear about the pictures--she is absolutely frank and tells one in the navest manner about what things she is ignorant of--but one finds that she must have read considerably."
"She is full of theories about tradition and evolution. I let her tell me them motoring down--she seems to have dissected herself and her family in an endeavour to eradicate what she disapproves of in the way of instincts."
"It is astonishing, isn"t it, Seraphim?"
"Very--she made one or two rather dreadful gaffes when she first came, especially during the tableaux week--it was quite interesting to see her face when she realised this. She did not once try to explain them away--she drew in her lips and I could see she was registering a vow never to make the same mistake again. That kind of nature always wins any game it is playing."
"I wonder what hers is--don"t you?"
"The immediate one obviously is to turn herself into a lady--She means to do in a few years consciously, what nature takes many generations to accomplish in the ordinary course of events--Her progress is quite remarkable even in these six weeks."
"What shall you do with her, Seraphim?"
"Keep her as long as she will stay with me, G., and perhaps take her education in hand myself when you all leave." And then Lady Garribardine laughed softly. "Lao is a huge joke, dear boy--I think the parrot rooms suit her, don"t you? Are you pleased with my arrangements for my guests?"
There was something exquisitely whimsical in Her Ladyship"s old black eyes, his met them delightedly. Aunt and nephew understood each other so well, these two perfect citizens of the world!
"Lao is charming! And I am sure she is deriving all sorts of inspirations from the blue macaw"s amourettes with the yellow-crested c.o.c.katoo, which she looks at from her downy couch--Seraphim, I am going to persuade Beatrice to stay on--Beatrice is an excellent creature in spite of her contempt for my powers as a chauffeur! She is quite amused with Victor Thistlethwaite. I paved the way by suggesting to her this morning that she should take the early train on Thursday, and she said at once, that she rather thought she was not leaving until Sat.u.r.day with the rest."
Lady Garribardine chuckled delightedly; the noise was as of cream bubbling--if cream can bubble!
"_Tiens!_" was all she said and then went on to speak of other things.
"Betty d"Estaire is going to catch young Allonby, G. I believe they will settle it to-night. For one of my blood she has a number of overmodern faults, and Gwendoline and Arabella will be glad to get her off their hands."
"She is a promising young person."
"Even blood can"t stand against the total want of discipline which prevails among the present generation, G. When these impossible girls"
children have grown up there won"t be any ladies left."
"I don"t think they will have many children--we are breeding a neuter race, Seraphim. All the games are making their bones too rigid, and all the want of discipline is weakening their nerves--very few of the future ones will be able to stand the agonies of child-bearing."
"You are not in a position to criticise, G., with no offspring of your own!"
"I am not an eldest son; there is no obligation entailed upon me! d.i.c.k has three boys, fortunately, and Alec, two."
"I consider that the poorest excuse."
Mr. Strobridge sighed.
"Perhaps it is--the whole thing is rather played out with us all, isn"t it? Seraphim, when I talked with that balanced, healthy young woman to-day, I felt we want an admixture of new blood in a number of our families, if only to bring back our enthusiasm. d.i.c.k"s children are fine enough fellows physically, but there is not half a peck o" wits among them--and as you know, Alec"s little Yankee chaps are what their mother calls "brainy" to a degree, but ma.s.ses of overstrung nerves as well."
Lady Garribardine leaned forward from among her sofa cushions and looked at her nephew with a quizzical eye.
"G., if you were free and my heir, I"d marry you off to Katherine Bush just for the pleasure of the experiment!"
Then the little Sevres clock chimed. "Why, it is striking the quarter--rush off at once, dear boy!--and don"t forget to put on your hunt coat; the scarlet pleases the children."
In another part of the house, Her Ladyship"s secretary, quite unaware that she was under discussion, was joyously dressing in her pretty oak-panelled room, with a delicious sense of excitement. Martha was coming in to help her presently for this wonderful first occasion in her life when she should put on a real evening dress, showing pearl white neck and arms. Gladys had given her every instruction as to its fastenings and had supervised the making of it with a zeal which she would only have bestowed upon an order from the richest customer. The frock fitted to perfection, and was astonishingly becoming in its black simplicity.
Martha had brought her in some beautiful lilies of the valley, when she came with her hot water, accompanied by the information that Mr.
Strobridge"s valet had handed them to her for Miss Bush, from his master.
Gerard had been robbing the hothouses evidently. The head gardener was a particular friend of his. They were just the touch wanted to complete the picture; their snowy whiteness and brilliant forced green gave the note of freshness which went so well with Katherine"s skin--of an astonishing purity--by candle-light as clear as ivory and as pale in tone.
She gazed into her looking-gla.s.s and felt satisfied with what she saw, and presently she held her shoulders back and her head up, and walked down the corridor with the grace of a Comedie Francaise queen! So greatly does the consciousness of fine raiment affect the morale of young women!
Lady Beatrice came out of her room in the great gallery and they went down together.
"You do look so pretty, Miss Bush," she said. "What a duck of a frock!
It looks like an Ermantine."
"Yes, my sister is a saleswoman there, and she had it made for me,"
Katherine told her.--"I am glad you think it looks well. I have never had on a real evening dress before."
"You know how to wear it so that is all right! Ah, children, come along!" as three joyous calls came from over the banisters. And Katherine slipped on alone. Lady Garribardine had told her, before she went to dress, to go to Bronson to see that a special order about the presents was carried out.