"Yes. There is a river."
"You used to fish in it as a boy?"
"Yes."
"Estcombe! it is a pretty name. And shall you lose it?"
But that was too much for Soane"s equanimity. "Oh, d--n the girl!" he cried, rising abruptly, but sitting down again. Then, as she recoiled, in anger real or affected, "I beg your pardon," he said formally.
"But--it is not the custom to ask so many questions upon private matters."
"Really, Sir George?" she said, receiving the information gravely, and raising her eyebrows. "Then Estcombe is your Mr. Dunborough, is it?"
"If you will," he said, almost sullenly.
"But you love it," she answered, studying her fan, "and I do not love--Mr. Dunborough!"
Marvelling at her coolness and the nimbleness of her wit, he turned so that he looked her full in the face. "Miss Masterson," he said, "you are too clever for me. Will you tell me where you learned so much? "Fore Gad, you might have been at Mrs. Chapone"s, the way you talk."
"Mrs. Chapone"s?" she said.
"A learned lady," he explained.
"I was at a school," she answered simply, "until I was fifteen. A G.o.dfather, whom I never knew, left money to my father to be spent on my schooling."
"Lord!" he said. "And where were you at school?"
"At Worcester."
"And what have you done since?--if I may ask."
"I have been at home. I should have taught children, or gone into service as a waiting-woman; but my father would keep me with him. Now I am glad of it, as this money has come to me."
"Lord! it is a perfect romance!" he exclaimed. And on the instant he fancied that he had the key to the mystery, and her beauty. She was illegitimate--a rich man"s child! "Gad, Mr. Richardson should hear of it," he continued with more than his usual energy. "Pamela--why you might be Pamela!"
"That if you please," she said quickly, "for certainly I shall never be Clarissa."
Sir George laughed. "With such charms it is better not to be too sure!"
he answered. And he looked at her furtively and looked away again. A coach bound eastwards came out of the gates; but it had little of his attention, though he seemed to be watching the bustle. He was thinking that if he sat much longer with this strange girl, he was a lost man.
And then again he thought--what did it matter? If the best he had to expect was exile on a pittance, a consulship at Genoa, a governorship at Guadeloupe, where would he find a more beautiful, a wittier, a gayer companion? And for her birth--a fico! His great-grandfather had made money in stays; and the money was gone! No doubt there would be gibing at White"s, and shrugging at Almack"s; but a fico, too, for that--it would not hurt him at Guadeloupe, and little at Genoa. And then on a sudden the fortune of which she had talked came into his head, and he smiled. It might be a thousand; or two, three, four, at most five thousand. A fortune! He smiled and looked at her.
He found her gazing steadily at him, her chin on her hand. Being caught, she reddened and looked, away. He took the man"s privilege, and continued to gaze, and she to flush; and presently, "What are you looking at?" she said, moving uneasily.
"A most beautiful face," he answered, with the note of sincerity in his voice which a woman"s ear never fails to appreciate.
She rose and curtsied low, perhaps to hide the tell-tale pleasure in her eyes. "Thank you, sir," she said. And she drew back as if she intended to leave him.
"But you are not--you are not offended, Julia?"
"Julia?" she answered, smiling. "No, but I think it is time I relieved your Highness from attendance. For one thing, I am not quite sure whether that pretty flattery was addressed to Clarissa--or to Pamela.
And for another," she continued more coldly, seeing Sir George wince under this first stroke--he was far from having his mind made up--"I see Lady Dunborough watching us from the windows at the corner of the house.
And I would not for worlds relieve her ladyship"s anxiety by seeming unfaithful to her son."
"You can be spiteful, then?" Soane said, laughing.
"I can--and grateful," she answered. "In proof of which I am going to make a strange request, Sir George. Do not misunderstand it. And yet--it is only that before you leave here--whatever be the circ.u.mstances under which you leave--you will see me for five minutes."
Sir George stared, bowed, and muttered "Too happy." Then observing, or fancying he observed, that she was anxious to be rid of him, he took his leave and went into the house.
For a man who had descended the stairs an hour before, hipped to the last degree, with his mind on a pistol, it must be confessed that he went up with a light step; albeit, in a mighty obfuscation, as Dr.
Johnson might have put it. A kinder smile, more honest eyes he swore he had never seen, even in a plain face. Her very blushes, of which the memory set his _blase_ blood dancing to a faster time, were a character in themselves. But--he wondered. She had made such advances, been so friendly, dropped such hints--he wondered. He was fresh from the masquerades, from Mrs. Cornely"s a.s.semblies, Lord March"s converse, the Chudleigh"s fantasies; the girl had made an appointment--he wondered.
For all that, one thing was unmistakable. Life, as he went up the stairs, had taken on another and a brighter colour; was fuller, brisker, more generous. From a spare garret with one poor cas.e.m.e.nt it had grown in an hour into a palace, vague indeed, but full of rich vistas and rosy distances and quivering delights. The corridor upstairs, which at his going out had filled him with distaste--there were boots in it, and water-cans--was now the Pa.s.sage Beautiful; for he might meet her there.
The day which, when he rose, had lain before him dull and monotonous--since Lord Chatham was too ill to see him, and he had no one with whom to game--was now full-furnished with interest, and hung with recollections--recollections of conscious eyes and the sweetest lips in the world. In a word, Julia had succeeded in that which she had set herself to do. Sir George might wonder. He was none the less in love.
CHAPTER XIII
A SPOILED CHILD
Julia was right in fancying that she saw Lady Dunborough"s face at one of the windows in the south-east corner of the house. Those windows commanded both the Marlborough High Street and the Salisbury road, welcomed alike the London and the Salisbury coach, overlooked the loungers at the entrance to the town, and supervised most details of the incoming and outgoing worlds. Lady Dunborough had not been up and about half-an-hour before she remarked these advantages. In an hour her ladyship was installed in that suite, which, though in the east wing, was commonly reckoned to be one of the best in the house. Heaven knows how she did it. There is a pertinacity, shameless and violent, which gains its ends, be the crowd between never so dense. It is possible that Mr. Smith would have ousted her had he dared. It is possible he had to pay forfeit to the rightful tenants, and in private cursed her for an old jade and a brimstone. But when a viscountess sits herself down in the middle of a room and declines to budge, she cannot with decency be taken up like a sack of hops and dumped in the pa.s.sage.
Her ladyship, therefore, won, and had the pleasure of viewing from the coveted window the scene between Julia and Sir George; a scene which gave her the profoundest satisfaction. What she could not see--her eyes were no longer all that they had been--she imagined. In five minutes she had torn up the last rag of the girl"s character, and proved her as bad as the worst woman that ever rode down Cheapside in a cart. Lady Dunborough was not mealy-mouthed, nor one of those who mince matters.
"What did I tell you?" she cried. "She will be on with that stuck-up before night, and be gone with morning. If Dunborough comes back he may whistle for her!"
Mr. Thoma.s.son did not doubt that her ladyship was right. But he spoke with indifferent spirit. He had had a bad night, had lain anywhere, and dressed nowhere, and was chilly and unkempt. Apart from the awe in which he stood of her ladyship, he would have returned to Oxford by the first coach that morning.
"Dear me!" Lady Dunborough announced presently. "I declare he is leaving her! Lord, how the s.l.u.t ogles him! She is a shameless baggage if ever there was one; and ruddled to the eyes, as I can see from here. I hope the white may kill her! Well, I"ll be bound it won"t be long before he is to her again! My fine gentleman is like the rest of them--a d.a.m.ned impudent fellow!"
Mr. Thoma.s.son turned up his eyes. "There was something a little odd--does not your lady think so?"--he ventured to say, "in her taking possession of Sir George"s rooms as she did."
"Did I not say so? Did I not say that very thing?"
"It seems to prove an understanding between them before they met here last night."
"I"ll take my oath on it!" her ladyship cried with energy. Then in a tone of exultation she continued, "Ah! here he is again, as I thought!
And come round by the street to mask the matter! He has down beside her again. Oh, he is limed, he is limed!" my lady continued, as she searched for her spying-gla.s.s, that she might miss no wit of the love-making.
The tutor was all complacence. "It proves that your ladyship"s stratagem," he said, "was to the point last night."
"Oh, Dunborough will live to thank me for that!" she answered.
"Gadzooks, he will! It is first come first served with these madams.
This will open his eyes if anything will."
"Still--it is to be hoped she will leave before he returns," Mr.
Thoma.s.son said, with a slight shiver of antic.i.p.ation. He knew Mr.
Dunborough"s temper.