CHAPTER VIII
THE ELASTIC BOND
Major Hunt-Goring was quite obviously in his element. To Olga"s dismay he showed no disposition to depart when they rose from the luncheon-table. Violet suggested a move to the garden, and he fell in with the proposal with a readiness that plainly showed that he had every intention of inflicting his company upon them for some time longer.
"It"s confoundedly lonely up at The Warren," he remarked pathetically, as he lounged after her into the sunshine.
Violet laughed over her shoulder, an unlighted cigarette between her teeth. "You"re hardly ever there."
"No. Well, it"s a fact. I can"t stand it. I"m a sociable sort of chap, you know. I like society."
"Why don"t you marry?" laughed Violet.
"That"s a question to which I can find no answer," he declared.
"Why--why, indeed!"
"Hateful man!" murmured Olga, looking after them. "How I wish he would go!"
"Leave them alone for a spell," advised Max. "Go and mend your stockings in peace! Miss Campion is quite equal to entertaining him una.s.sisted."
But Olga hesitated to pursue this course, and finally collected her work and followed her two guests into the garden.
Max departed upon his rounds, and a very unpleasant sense of responsibility descended upon her.
She took up a central position under the lime-trees that bordered the tennis-court, but Major Hunt-Goring and Violet did not join her. They sauntered about the garden-paths just out of earshot, and several times it seemed to Olga that they were talking confidentially together. She wondered impatiently how Violet could endure the man at such close quarters. But then there were many things that Violet liked that she found quite unbearable.
Slowly the afternoon wore away. The young hostess still sat under the limes, severely darning, but Violet and her companion had disappeared un.o.btrusively into a more secluded part of the garden. For nearly half an hour she had heard no sound of voices. She wondered if she ought to go in search of them, but her pile of work was still somewhat formidable and she was both to leave it. She continued to darn therefore with unflagging energy, till suddenly a hand touched her shoulder and a man"s voice spoke softly in her ear.
"Hullo, little one! All alone? What has become of the fiery-headed a.s.sistant?"
She flung his hand away with a violent gesture. So engrossed had she been with getting through her work that she had not heard his step upon the gra.s.s.
"Are you just off?" she asked him frigidly. "Will you have anything before you go?"
Hunt-Goring laughed--a soft, unpleasant laugh. "Many thanks!" he said.
"I was just asking myself that question. Generous of you to suggest it though. Perhaps you--like myself--are feeling bored."
He lowered himself on to the gra.s.sy bank beside her chair, smiling up at her with easy insolence. Olga did not look at him. Handsome though he undoubtedly was, he was the one man of her acquaintance whose eyes she shrank from meeting. His very proximity sent a shiver of disgust through her. She made a covert movement to edge her chair away.
"Where is Miss Campion?" she said.
He laughed again, that hateful confidential laugh of his. "She has gone indoors to rest. The heat made her sleepy. I suggested the hammock, but she wouldn"t run the risk of being caught napping. I see that there is small danger of that with you."
Olga stiffened. She was putting together her work with evident determination. "I will see you off," she said.
"You seem in a mighty hurry to get rid of me," he said, without moving.
She laid her mending upon the gra.s.s and rose. "I am busy--as you see,"
she returned.
He looked at her for a moment, then very deliberately followed her example. He stood looking down at her from his great height, a speculative smile on his face.
"You"ve soon had enough of me, what?" he suggested.
Olga"s pale eyes gleamed for an instant like steel suddenly bared to the sun. She said nothing whatever, merely stood before him very stiff and straight, plainly waiting for him to go.
"It"s a pity to outstay one"s welcome," he said. "I wouldn"t do that for the world. But what about that kiss you offered me just now?"
"I?" said Olga, quivering disdain in the word.
"You, my little spitfire!" he said genially. "And it won"t be the first time, what? Come now! You"re always running away, but you should reflect that you"re bound to be caught sooner or later. You didn"t think I was going to let you off, did you?"
She stood before him speechless, with clenched hands.
He drew a little nearer. "You pay your debts, don"t you? And what more suitable opportunity than the present? You are so elusive nowadays.
Why, I haven"t seen you except from afar since last Christmas. You were always such a nice, sociable little girl till then."
"Sociable!" whispered Olga.
"Well, you were!" He laughed again in his easy fashion. "Don"t you remember what fun we had at the Rectory on Christmas Eve, and how you came to tea with me on the sly a few days after, and how we kissed under the mistletoe, and how you promised--"
"I promised nothing!" burst out Olga, with flashing eyes.
"Oh, pardon me! You promised to kiss me again some day. Have you forgotten? I hardly think your memory is as short as that."
He drew nearer still, and slipped a cajoling arm about her. "Why are we in such a towering rage, I wonder? Surely you don"t want to repudiate your liabilities! You promised, you know."
She flung up a desperate face to his. "Very well, Major Hunt-Goring,"
she said breathlessly. "Take it--and go!"
He bent to her. "But you must give," he said.
"Very well," she said again. "It--it will be the last!"
"Will it?" he questioned, pausing. "In that case, I feel almost inclined to postpone the pleasure, particularly as--"
"Don"t torture me!" she said in a whisper half--choked.
Her eyes were tightly shut; but Hunt-Goring"s were looking over her head, and a sudden gleam of malicious humour shone in them. He turned them upon the white, shrinking face of the girl who stood rigid but unresisting within the circle of his arm. And then very suddenly he bent and kissed her on the lips.
She shivered through and through and broke from him with her hands over her face.
"But you didn"t pay your debt, you know," said Hunt-Goring amiably. "I won"t trouble you now, however, as we are no longer alone. Another day--in a more secluded spot--"
No longer alone! Olga looked up with a gasp. Her face was no longer pale, but flaming red. She seemed to be burning from head to foot.