The Squire, sitting on the das as became a man of his position in the county, scanned the a.s.sembly after having conducted Lady Aldeburgh through the mazes of the opening quadrille, and the frown which had left his face for the past few hours, but had sat there almost invariably during the past month, appeared again. Lady Aldeburgh was talking to old Lord Meadshire, his kinsman, who in spite of age and chronic asthma was still an inveterate frequenter of local festivities, and he had a moment"s interval in which his trouble rolled back upon him. He had had a dim hope that d.i.c.k, who for the first time in his life, except when he was in South Africa, had not come home for Christmas, might show up at Bathgate for this occasion. It had been a very small hope, for nothing had been heard from him, and he had even left them to take it for granted that he had put off Captain Vernon, the friend whom he had asked to stay at Kencote for the b.a.l.l.s. And, furthermore, if he should be there it would be as a guest of Lady George Dubec, who was known still to be at Blaythorn. But even that disagreeable condition did not entirely do away with the Squire"s desire to set eyes on his son, for whose presence he longed more and more as the days went on. But there was no d.i.c.k to be seen amongst the red-coated men in the room, and as yet there was no Lady George Dubec.
But as he looked over the moving crowd of dancers, and the bordering rows of men and matrons sitting and standing, his bushy brows contracted still more, for he saw her come in beneath the musicians"
gallery at the other end of the hall with Miss Dexter, and, which caused him still further disquietude, saw her instantly surrounded by a crowd of men. He turned his head away with an impatient shrug and broke into the conversation between Lady Aldeburgh and Lord Meadshire.
But this did not save him, for Lord Meadshire, whose old twinkling eyes were everywhere, said in his low husky voice, "There"s the lady I met driving yesterday. Tell me who she is, my dear Edward, and relieve my curiosity."
The Squire, mumbling inaudibly, got up from his seat and, turning his back upon the hall, entered into a conversation with the wife of the Master of the South Meadshire, whom he disliked, but who happened to be the only lady disengaged at the moment. But she said, when she had answered his first remark, "There is Lady George. She looks handsomer than ever"; and turning his back again he went out into a room where there was a buffet and swallowed a gla.s.s of champagne, although he knew that a tablespoonful would have brought him discomfort.
Virginia was dressed in a gown of shimmering blue green which had the effect of moonlight. She had a row of turquoises round her slim neck.
Her colour was higher than usual and her eyes sparkled. No one of those who pressed round her admiring her beauty and gay charm could have guessed that it was excitement of no pleasurable sort that brought the light to her eyes and the laughter to her lips. But Miss Dexter, standing demurely by her side, dressed in black, her light hair combed unbecomingly back from her broad forehead, and receiving with equanimity the crumbs of invitation that fell from her friend"s richly spread table, knew with what shrinking Virginia had brought herself to make her appearance here. Both of them knew very well why the Squire had no more been seen in the hunting field since that first day; both of them had been aware of him the moment they had entered the room, had seen his movements, and interpreted them correctly.
Virginia was soon dancing with Bobby Trench, who had drawn her impatiently away from her suitors, telling her that the valse was half over and that she could fill up her card later.
"Jove!" he said, when they had danced once round the room in silence, "it"s a relief to come across a friend amongst all these clodhoppers.
How on earth do you find yourself here?"
"I"m living near here at present," she said. "How do you?"
"Oh, I"m a visitor--a non-paying guest in a house like a Hydropathic Establishment, or what I imagine one to be like. Fine house, but mixed company."
"Then if you are a guest you ought not to say so," said Virginia, whose thoughts so ran on Kencote that it was the first house that occurred to her as possibly affording him hospitality.
"Oh, they"re all right, really," he said, "only they"re the sort of people who take root in the country and grow there, like cabbages--except the chap who asked me. He"s one of the sons, and he"d smarten "em up if he had his way. Humphrey Clinton! Do you know him?"
"No," said Virginia. "Well, yes, I"ve met him in London. I don"t like him."
"Eh? Why not? I"ll tell him."
"Very well. Let"s go and sit down. The room is too crowded."
But Bobby Trench, who saw the end of the dance in sight, and knew that directly Virginia sat down other men would come up to her, continued to dance. "I haven"t b.u.mped you yet," he said. "We"ll steer through somehow. Are you going to Kemsale on Monday?"
"No," said Virginia, and left off dancing, having come to the end of the room, where Miss Dexter was still standing. As her partner had foreseen, she was immediately besieged again, and as for some, to him, unaccountable reason, she refused to book another engagement with him, he went away and left her in a huff.
He came across Humphrey, who was partnerless for the moment. "Let"s go and get a drink," he said. "I"m dry. I say, you didn"t tell me that Virginia Dubec lived in these parts."
"She doesn"t," replied Humphrey as they made their way towards the room with the buffet. "She has taken a house here for a few months. My brother d.i.c.k got it for her."
"Oh, I thought she said she didn"t know your people. Where is your brother, by the by?"
Humphrey considered for a moment as to whether he should enlighten him as to the state of the case, and decided not to, but wished almost immediately that he had, for as they went into the refreshment-room they met his father coming out, and Bobby Trench, who always spoke what was pa.s.sing through his mind to the nearest available person, said, "I"ve found a friend, Mr. Clinton--Lady George Dubec. Didn"t know she was in your part of the country."
The Squire scowled at him, and went out of the room without a word.
"Nice manners!" commented Bobby Trench to himself.
"The fact is," said Humphrey, "that the governor won"t know the lady."
"Why not? What"s the matter with her?" asked his friend. "I should have thought she"d have been a G.o.dsend in a place like this. I thought you said your brother got her down here."
"So he did," said Humphrey, making a clean breast of it. "That"s what the row"s about. Governor wouldn"t have anything to do with her, and so d.i.c.k has retired from the scene for a time. But don"t say anything about it, old chap. Little family disturbance we don"t want to go any further."
"Course not," said Bobby Trench, delighted to get hold of the end of a piece of gossip and determined to draw out the rest as soon as possible. "So that"s how the land lies, is it? Now I see why she didn"t want to have any more truck with this engaging youth. Well, your brother"s taste is to be commended. Why does your father object to her?"
"Oh, I don"t know. Old-fashioned prejudice, I suppose; and he knew George Dubec."
"And he was a daisy, from all accounts. Come on, we"d better be getting back."
Old Lord Meadshire, who had been Lord-Lieutenant of the county from which his t.i.tle came for over forty years, and took an almost fatherly interest in its inhabitants, learnt from Mrs. Graham who the unknown lady was.
"Oh, I can tell you all about her," she said. "She"s making a fine disturbance in this little duck-pond."
"Well, she"s pretty enough to make a disturbance anywhere," said the old lord, whose kindly eye for youth and beauty was not dimmed by his eighty years. "And if there is anything going on, I know I can trust you to tell me all about it."
"There it is again," replied Mrs. Graham. "I"m getting the reputation of a tale-bearer, and there"s nothing I hate more. Still, I think _you_ ought to know." And she told him who Virginia was, and what was happening because she was what she was.
The old man grew rather serious as the story was unfolded to him.
"Edward Clinton was always headstrong," he said, "but it"s unlike him to quarrel with d.i.c.k. I think he ought to have waited to see what she was like first."
"Of course he ought," said Mrs. Graham. "I"ve no patience with him.
He had the impudence to take me to task for asking her to dinner, and Jim and Cicely to meet her. But he didn"t get much change out of me."
"You told him what you thought about him--what?"
"I told him what I thought about her, and left him to infer the rest.
There"s nothing wrong about her, if she did marry Lord George Dubec, and all the rest of it. I like her, and I told him so. And if I can"t ask my own son and daughter-in-law to meet whom I like in my own house without being hauled over the coals by Mr. Clinton--well, he"ll be expecting me to ask him what I"m to wear next."
"He couldn"t improve on that," said Lord Meadshire, with an appreciative glance at her pretty gown of pale blue silk under brown net.
"Thank you," returned Mrs. Graham. "I hate clothes, but I can get myself up if I"m flattered enough beforehand. Cicely does that for me.
I"ve no complaint to make of her as a daughter-in-law."
"Well, you had better introduce me to Lady George," said Lord Meadshire. "She must be asked to Kemsale on Monday. And I"ll find an opportunity of dropping a word of common sense into Edward"s ear, eh?"
"It will go out at the other. There"s nothing to stop it," said Mrs.
Graham. "But it will be a good thing to show him he"s not going to have it all his own way."
The introduction was duly made, and Virginia, palpitating under her air of a.s.sured ease, talked to him for some little time, sitting with him on the das. She knew that this kind old man who chatted pleasantly with her, making feeble little jokes in his asthmatic voice, which his eyes, plainly admiring her, asked her to smile at, was the most important of all d.i.c.k"s relations, besides being the most important man in the county, and that if she could win him to like her his influence might well avail to ease her lover"s path. That he did like her and was prepared to accept her in friendly wise as a neighbour was plain.
But she had a moment of fright when he said, "We are dancing at Kemsale on Monday night. You must come. Where is Eleanor, I wonder?" And he looked round for Lady Kemsale, his widowed daughter-in-law, who kept house for him.
"I am not sure," she said hurriedly. She did not know in the least how much he knew, or whether he knew anything. "Captain Clinton found me my house here, but----" She did not know how to go on, and feared she had already said too much in her confusion, but he turned towards her.
"Oh, I know, I know," he said kindly, and then beckoned to his daughter-in-law, a stout, rather severe-looking lady in steely grey, who greeted Virginia without smiling and gave the required invitation rather coldly.
"I will send you a card," she said, "and please bring any friends you may have with you."
Lady Kemsale had just heard the story of his troubles from the Squire, who had found in her a sympathetic listener, and she had heard that Virginia had once danced on the stage. She would have preferred to have ignored her, but Lord Meadshire"s commands must be obeyed, and even as she obeyed them and gave the invitation her sympathy with the Squire"s troubles began to wane and she said to herself that he must have made a mistake. There was nothing of the stage-charmer about this woman, and Lady Kemsale thought she knew all about that cla.s.s of temptress, for her own nephew had recently married one of them. She preserved her stately, unsmiling air as she turned away, but she was already softened, if Virginia had only known it.
But Virginia"s sensibilities had already taken renewed fright at her manner, and in a way the exhibition of which now somewhat disturbed old Lord Meadshire. She rose to her feet, and her air was no less stately than that of Lady Kemsale. "It is very kind of you to ask me to your house," she said, "but I think under the present circ.u.mstances I would rather not come." Then she made him a bow and stepped off the das, and was immediately seized by her partner of the dance that was then in progress. She was angry, but did not speak to him until they had circled the room twice. She was willing to pay court to the people amongst whom she was going to marry if they treated her properly. She was willing to do even more than that for d.i.c.k"s sake, and to run the risk of slights, and she had done so by staying at Blaythorn, as he had asked her to do, and by coming here to-night. But she was not going to put up with slights from women who chose to treat her as of no account and as if she were anxious at all costs to obtain their countenance.