Jenny had now on the board all the pieces needed for her great combination--embracing, as it did, the restoration of her own position, the regaining of Catsford"s loyal allegiance, the extension of her territory and influence in the county, and "doing the handsome thing by"
Margaret. n.o.body who watched her closely--both what she did and the hints of her mind which she let fall--could long doubt which of these objects was paramount with her. It was the last. The others were, in a sense, no more than means to it; though in themselves irresistible to her temperament, necessary to her happiness, and instinctively sought by her, yet in the combination they stood subsidiary to the master-stroke that was to crown her game and redeem the pledge which she had given to Leonard Octon as he lay dying. But doing the handsome thing by Margaret carried with it, or, rather, contained within itself, as Jenny conceived the position, another object to which in its turn it was, if not subsidiary, so closely related as to be inseparable. Fate had severed her life from Octon"s; Jenny imperiously refused to accept the severance as complete. Octon, the man she loved, had been at odds with the neighborhood, had been scorned and rejected by it; she herself had openly disgraced him at its bidding; because she had not been able to resist his fascination, she had herself fallen into disgrace. She meant now to obliterate all that. For him she could directly do nothing; she would do everything for his name and for the girl whom he had left. She would vindicate--or avenge--his memory; she would even glorify it in the person of his daughter. That was the ultimate impulse which gave birth to her combination and dictated its moves; the achievement of that end was to be its consummation.
It was not a selfish impulse; it had indeed a touch of something quixotic and fanciful about it--this posthumous victory which she sought to win for Octon, this imposing of him in his death on a society which would have nothing of him while he lived, this proud refusal to court or to accept oblivion for him or for her friendship with him, this challenge thrown out to his detractors, in his name, as it were from his grave. Her personal restoration and aggrandizement, if welcome in themselves, were also necessary to this final object. The object itself was not self-seeking save in so far as she stood identified with the cause which she championed. Yet on the realization of it she did not scruple to bring to bear all the resources and all the arts which would have been appropriate to the most cold and calculating selfishness.
Everything was pressed into the service--the resources of her own wealth, the opportunities afforded by the needs of her neighbors, Catsford"s appet.i.te for holidays and feasts, as well as its aspirations toward higher education; her own youth and attractiveness no less than Margaret"s beauty; the wiles and the cunning by which she gained power over men. She spent herself as lavishly as she spent her money; she was as ready to sacrifice herself as she was eager to make use of others.
She seized on every new ally and fitted him into her scheme. Dormer had appeared at the last moment--by happy chance. In a moment she saw where he could be of use, laid her hand on him, and pressed him into the service. He became a new piece on the board; he had his place in the combination.
Delicate and difficult is the game when it is played with living pieces.
They may refuse to move--or may move in the wrong direction. There was one piece, of supreme importance in the scheme, which she must handle with rarest skill if he were to be induced to move at her bidding and in the direction that her combination required. He was to be the head and front of the final attack; at the head of the opposing forces stood his father! She must be very sure of her control over that piece before she tried to move it! Only when he had been brought wholly under her sway could the process of impelling him in the desired direction safely be begun.
Yes, Fillingford was the great enemy. Round him gathered all the opposition to her, her proceedings, and her pretensions; he lay right across her path, and must be conquered if her schemes were to win success. She was not bitter against him; she was ready to admit that he had the right to be bitter against her. She shared his pride too much not to appreciate his att.i.tude. She respected him, in a way she liked him--but she was minded to fight him to the death if need be, and to use against him every weapon that she could find--even those that came from his own household. If he fell before her attack, the whole campaign would be won. But it was preposterous to suppose that he ever would?
Jenny knew the difficulties, but neither did she underestimate her own resources. A long purse, a long head, and two remarkably attractive young women--these formed the nucleus of her forces; they represented a power by no means to be despised in whatever field they might be brought into action.
I was at the luncheon-party--"to talk to Chat," said Jenny; but in fact I had fallen into the habit of lunching at the Priory. Jenny had human weaknesses, and, from this time on, manifested a liking for a sympathetic audience--which she could find only in me. Chat was not, in her judgment, "safe"; she was too leaky a vessel to be trusted with the drops of confidence--carefully measured drops--which Jenny was pleased to let fall. Besides, she needed, now and then, a little help.
The young men arrived in high spirits, and Jenny, flanked by Chat and myself--Margaret was not down from changing after her riding lesson--received them gayly. They had a joke between themselves, and it was not long in coming out. They had been compelled to dodge Lady Sarah; only a bolt up a side road had prevented them from meeting her carriage face to face just outside Breysgate Park.
"You"re playing truants, I"m afraid!" said Jenny, but with no air of rebuke.
Loft announced lunch; we went in without waiting for Margaret. She did not appear till we had been eating for ten minutes. By that time Jenny had both her guests well in hand. If her manner to Dormer was cordial, yet it lacked the touch of intimacy, of old-time friendliness, which she had for Lacey. But neither was she any longer so candidly Lacey"s friend--and so definitely nothing else--as she had once thought it politic to become. She did not now hold her wiles in leash; she loosed them in pursuit of him, even as in the earliest days of their acquaintance.
The door opened. Jenny"s eyes flew quickly to it; she stopped talking and seemed to wait for something. Margaret came running in, her hair bright in the summer sun, her eyes sparkling and her cheeks glowing--the very picture of radiant youth and beauty. Only a few feet separated me from Lacey. I heard him say "By Jove!" half under his breath.
Jenny heard, too. "Here"s Margaret," she said. The girl ran to her, took her hand, and began to make a thousand excuses for being late.
"And, after all the rest, that nice clergyman stopped me on the road and talked to me!"
"You mean Mr. Alison? He stopped you?" Jenny looked interested. "What did he say?"
"Oh, nothing--only that he"d known my father, and that he hoped I was very happy. Of course I am--with you!"
"There"s your place--between Mr. Dormer and Austin. Sit down, or Loft won"t give you any lunch."
Between Dormer and me was opposite Jenny and Lacey--Chat and I each sitting at an end of the oblong table. Jenny showed no remission in her efforts to keep Lacey amused--indeed she rather engrossed him, and the other four of us talked together. But from time to time his eyes strayed across the table--and once he caught Miss Margaret studying his handsome face with evident interest. The girl blushed. Jenny was smiling contentedly as she regained her guest"s attention.
Dormer made great play with the pretty girl. It did not take long to discover that this was Dormer"s way. He had the gift--one enviable to slow-tongued folk like myself--of a perpetual flow of small talk; this he peppered copiously--I must confess to thinking that it needed seasoning--with flirtation, more or less obvious--generally more. He plied Margaret with the product, much to her apparent liking; she was at her prettiest in her timid fencing with his compliments, her shy enjoyment, her consciously daring little excursions into coquetry. But Dormer"s eyes were not all for his own side of the table either; he made an effort or two to draw Jenny into conversation; he often looked her way. With those two in the room together, a man might well be puzzled to decide on which face to turn his eyes. Jenny a.s.sisted Dormer"s choice.
She would not be drawn by him--she was still for Lacey. The two couples talked, Chat and I falling out of the conversation; we could not condescend to call commonplaces across the s.p.a.ce that divided us, and Chat and I seldom talked anything else to one another.
After lunch we all went into the garden--except Chat, who always took a siesta when she could. Here Jenny carried off Dormer, to see the hothouses--it was time to be civil to him. I fancied that she would not be vexed if I left Lacey and Margaret to a _tete-a-tete_, so, when they proposed strolling, I was firm for sitting, and we parted company. I could watch them as I sat. The two were getting on very well. For a little while I watched. My cigarette came to an end--I followed Chat"s excellent example and fell asleep.
I awoke to find Jenny standing beside me. She was pulling a rose to pieces and smiling thoughtfully. Our guests had, it seemed, departed; Margaret was visible in a hammock under a tree at the other end of the lawn.
"I"ve really had to be quite shy with Mr. Dormer in the hothouses," she said. "He"s such a ladies" man! And he"s gone away with the impression that that"s the sort of man I like. He has pointed out that Hingston is only fifteen miles off, and that he has a motor car and can do the distance in twenty-two--or was it twenty-seven?--minutes, so that lots can be seen of him, if desired. He has hinted that this is, after all, a lonely life for me--for a person of my gifts and attractions--and has congratulated me on the growing prosperity of Catsford. What do you make of all that, Austin?"
"Perhaps you told him that you wanted a bit of his land?"
"Mr. Cartmell would never have forgiven me if I"d let slip such a propitious opportunity. I did."
"It rather looks as if he wanted all of yours," I suggested.
"Then he communicated to me the impression that, in his opinion, Lord Lacey was considerably smitten with Eunice Aspenick and that the match might come off. In return for which I managed, I believe, to convey to him a sort of twofold impression--first, that I might possibly marry myself--some day; secondly, that, when I did, Margaret would be dismissed with a decent provision--a small addition to the little income which she has from her father. For reasons of my own I laid some stress on the latter half of that impression, Austin." She was looking over to where Margaret lay in the hammock. "She"s very young," she said softly, "and of course, the man"s glib and in a way good-looking."
"Are you beginning to feel a little responsible? It"s easy work, marrying off other people!"
"But they make such a beautiful pair!" she pleaded. She did not mean Margaret and Dormer. "I love just to see them together. And the idea of it! How Leonard would have laughed! Can"t you hear that great big outrageous guffaw of his breaking out over it? But you don"t think I"d force her?"
"No. And he"s a fine lad. You wouldn"t be going far wrong."
"She"s very young. She might--make a mistake. I thought Mr. Dormer had better understand her real situation."
"O mistress of many wiles, I understand! But is Lacey to share the impression?"
"I should like him to--up to the last possible minute. And then--the fairy G.o.dmother! It"s all on the old-fashioned lines--but I like it."
Her voice dropped. "The old, mischievous, none-too-respectable fairy G.o.dmother, Austin!"
"Suppose the fairy G.o.dmother seemed not so very old herself--that mischief proved attractive--that----?"
"Impossible--with her here! Oh, you really think so, only you"re always so polite. But anything short of--of that--would be quite within the four corners of the scheme." She laughed at me, at her schemes, at herself; yet about the two last she was in deadly earnest. So she grew grave again in a moment. "He"d have to get over so much to make that seem even possible."
Well, that was true enough. Fillingford"s son--the accomplice of my evening expedition to Hatcham Ford! There was something to get over, certainly. But there was something to get over in the other plan, too.
"Still, I don"t mind its seeming--just possible," said Jenny. She looked at me with an air of wondering how I should take what she was going to say. "It might just be made to seem--a danger!"
"This is walking on a razor"s edge, isn"t it?"
"Yes--it is rather. Mr. Dormer"s got to help a little. I don"t like him, Austin."
"No more do I--since you mention it. And you"d have no pity for him either?"
"I shall get his bit of land, but he won"t get all mine," said Jenny, serenely pitiless. "He plays his game--I"ll play mine. We neither of us stake our hearts, I think. You can"t stake what you"ve never had--or what you"ve lost." She stood silent for a minute, looking down to where the smoke of busy Catsford rose in a blue mist between us and the horizon. "He"s just ridiculous, but he serves my turn. No need to talk any more about him!"
Margaret tumbled herself out of the hammock with a grace which was entirely accidental and narrowly skirted a disaster to propriety. She came across the lawn, yawning and laughing. "I"ve been asleep, Jenny,"
she cried, "and having wonderful dreams!"
Jenny"s face lit up with an extraordinary tenderness. She drew the girl to her and stroked her hair. "Why did you wake up? It"s a pity to wake up when the dreams are wonderful."
"Oh, but waking up"s great fun, too! Everything"s great fun at Breysgate."
Stroking Margaret"s hair, Jenny looked down at me in my wicker arm-chair. "I"ve been having fun, too--telling Austin secrets!"
"Tell me some."
"The day after to-morrow--or just about then!" laughed Jenny.
The ensuing days were full of triumph for Jenny. Her munificent donation was gratefully and enthusiastically accepted; a new Committee, composed of members of the Corporation, was appointed to take in hand the erection of the Inst.i.tute immediately; there was no danger of this Committee"s adjourning _sine die_! Her holiday and her feast went off in a blaze of success. She received a wonderful ovation from the town; there was no appearance of her being ostracized by the county. She came out to greet her guests, supported by the Aspenicks, by Dormer, even by Lacey; it was significant that the last-named should appear on so public an occasion. His presence compromised the att.i.tude of Fillingford Manor; though its master was not there, though the lady who presided over the house was severely absent, the heir was there--and there, evidently, on terms of friendship and intimacy.
Lady Aspenick came, I think, not merely because she was committed to civility; she also desired to spy out the land, to get some light on the situation. Lacey"s visits to Breysgate were becoming frequent; they had not pa.s.sed unnoticed by vigilant eyes in the neighborhood, and the report of them had reached Overington Grange. Did Lacey brave the disapproval of his family for nothing? While Eunice joined the gay group which followed Jenny as she made a progress round the tables, Lady Aspenick fell to my share.
"All this is a great triumph for Jenny"s friends," she remarked. "Those of us who have been her friends all through, I mean."