But if flirting--a thing pleasant in itself, an exercise of essentially feminine power--it was also purposeful flirting. She conciliated the new owner of Hingston, who had his position--who also had his outlying farms; and again she drove a wedge--this time into Lord Fillingford"s house-party.
"I"m so glad you can come," she said to Lacey. "I want you to meet Margaret so much." She paused for a second. "Miss Octon, you know." She looked him very straight in the face as she spoke.
"It"s very good of you to let me," he said. "I hear she"s charming."
"I"m sure the Priory needs no additional attraction." This from Dormer in the dog-cart.
To one who knew Jenny well it was possible to see that this speech was not wholly to her liking--but Dormer was not allowed to see it. He received a pa.s.sing but sufficient smile of graciousness before she gave the hearty thanks of her eyes to Lacey. "She is charming--you"ll think so." A second"s pause again, and then--"It"s really very good to see you. Some day--a ride? Margaret"s having lessons down in the town.
Austin can ride still, although he has taken to writing books. We shall make quite a cavalcade."
"I say, don"t leave me out, Miss Driver." This, again, from Dormer in the dog-cart.
"You live too far off."
"You try me and see!" he protested. Evidently he was very well pleased with the progress which his short acquaintance was making.
Lacey shook hands with her again. "To-morrow at half-past one, then--both of you!" she said. He turned away--was it reluctantly?--and got into the cart. With wavings of hands and hats the two young men drove off. Jenny stood looking after them.
"What brought you here?" I asked.
"The sight of those young men," answered Jenny, smiling. "May I come into your house? Do you remember how I came in first?"
"I remember; we had parted forever in the afternoon."
"Things are generally like that. The people who seem transient stay, the people who seem permanent go. I"m glad you seemed transient, Austin."
She was in my room now, thoughtfully looking round it as she talked.
"Lacey came here to ask whether you would like him to call."
"Of course I should like him to call."
"Against his father"s wishes. Lord Fillingford did not forbid him to come, but expressed his hope that the relations between the two houses would be kept as distant as courtesy allowed. I told Lacey that, in view of his father"s wish, it would be better for him not to call. He said he"d think it over. It was a question between loyalty to his father and admiration of you."
"Admiration?" Jenny was listening with a slight smile.
"Rather, of your behavior--especially about Margaret. He"s enthusiastic about that--he thinks it splendidly brave. In case he decided against calling, he wanted you to know that."
"He would have decided against it?"
"I can"t tell. He meant to think it over."
"I came down just by accident. I was going for a stroll when I saw you.
And I came down on the chance--the chance of something amusing, Austin."
She frowned a little. "I don"t think I much like Mr. Dormer."
"Rather a conceited fellow."
She broke into a smile again. "But he may come in very convenient."
"To his own profit and comfort?"
"I think conceited people must take the chance of that. They expose themselves."
"To being robbed of their farms by deceitful wiles?"
"He"d get a very good price for his farms," said Jenny. I do not think that her mind had been occupied with the question of the farms. She was looking thoughtful again. "I don"t think I quarrel with what Lord Fillingford said," she added.
"Not unnatural perhaps."
"I"ve never had any quarrel with Lord Fillingford," she said slowly. "Or only one--a woman"s quarrel. He never fell in love with me. If he had, perhaps--!" She shrugged her shoulders. "But all that sort of thing is over now."
"Did it look so like it this afternoon?"
"Didn"t we agree that I was--marriageable? Didn"t you say that being marriageable was an a.s.set--even though one didn"t marry?" She came suddenly closer to me. "I"ve no right to ask you to trust me. I didn"t trust you--I deceived you deliberately, carefully, grossly--and yet I expected you to help me--and took your help with very little thanks.
Still--you stayed. Stay now, and don"t think too badly."
"I don"t think badly at all--why, you know it! But I must have my fun out of it."
"So you shall, Austin!" she laughed, with one of her sudden transitions to gayety. "I"m the fox, and you"re the huntsman! Well, I"ll try to give you a good run for your money--if you can follow the scent!"
"Through all your doubles?"
"Through all the doubles that lead me to my--earth!"
A dainty merry little face looked in at my window. "Oh, I"ve tracked you at last, Jenny!"
"Is everybody tracking me?" asked Jenny, her eyes mischievously mocking.
"Run round to the door and come in, Margaret." She added quickly to me, "I"m glad she didn"t come when they were here. I"m saving her up till to-morrow!"
The child came in and ran to Jenny. "Oh, what a delightful little room, Mr. Austin! Did my father ever come here?"
"Yes, pretty often," I answered. "We were friends, you know."
"Yes, and he hadn"t many friends. Had he, Jenny?"
Jenny stooped down and kissed her. "Come, we"ll go for our walk--to look at Hatcham Ford," she said.
"Shall we go inside?"
"It"s all shut up," said Jenny.
CHAPTER XX
LIVING PIECES