"Harry, my boy, we should get on so very much better if you wouldn"t tell so many unnecessary fibs," remarked the lady.
She stood up and drew the hatpins out of her hat.
He said, "I"m quite frank with you. I don"t think I"ve been anything else. And, after all, I only ask to do it in my own way--at my own time.
To choose my moment. Really, one can"t behave like an _impossible_ bounder."
"Oh, can"t one? Well, perhaps not."
She took the hat off and put it on a table, giving the impression suddenly, without it, of being smooth, a little bald, and very good-tempered.
"Then you"ll forgive me, Lady Walmer--you"ll understand? I should think that in about three or four weeks I shall be able to join you somewhere.
But, about fixing the date--that"s impossible. Can"t I see Alec to-day?"
She smiled graciously.
"Certainly you may; I want you to. You must cheer her up and say nice things to her. Poor child, I wish she weren"t so ridiculously pleased with you. You don"t care two straws for her."
"I give you my word of honour that I will make her happy."
"I suppose you"ll make her as happy as any one would. It"s always something to get one"s wish, even if the wish is a failure."
"Now, why do you say that? It won"t be a failure."
"All right. I"ll send her to you. Now be a good boy, Harry. I"m jealous--for Alec--of the Green Gate." She smiled in her attractive way.
"Will there be an absolute rupture between you and your ... cousins, do you think?"
"Oh, good heavens, Lady Walmer, no!" said Harry rather irritably. "We shall all be perfect friends, of course ... what impossible things you expect."
"I expect only what is certain."
She went away.
Vanity was as elemental in Harry as in any other good-looking young man.
With him, though, it was not a mere useless pursuit--an art-for-art"s-sake joy--but invariably calculated and used as a means to an end.
He looked in the gla.s.s earnestly, then started as Alec came in.
He was always surprised and even a little _gene_ each time he saw her, by her immense apparent height. It seemed so much greater than it was because of the somewhat monotonous lines of her figure and her rather bird-like face.
Harry watched her, listened to her as she chattered away her hurried, inexpressive unmeaning slang, and looked at him with her bright, small, beadlike eyes.
He did not appreciate her. He did not know that behind the jerky manner and inexpressive face there was a Soul.
She had not been trained to talk sentiment, and she could not express her ideas; so, though she adored Harry, she only said to her mother in confidence, when in a serious mood, that he was all right; and when in a more playful frame of mind to her girl-friends, that he was a little _bit_ of all right.
"Alec," he said, making her sit down in the lowest chair (he could not bear her towering over him), "isn"t it a bore that I can"t come on the yacht?"
"Pretty useless," she answered.
He took her hand.
"You won"t forget me while I"m away, will you, Alec?"
"What do _you_ think?" she answered in a trembling voice, and then gave a loud laugh.
"I don"t think--I don"t know."
"Oh, shut up!"
"Will you be just as nice when I see you again?" continued Harry, in a carefully-modulated voice.
"Why do you ask me all this rot?" she said, with another uneasy laugh.
"Of course I shall."
"Good."
Harry couldn"t think of anything else to say. Then he remembered....
"When I join you again I"m going to bring you a ring. What"s your favourite stone?"
"Rubies and diamonds," she answered without a moment"s hesitation. "I say, how sporting of you! That"ll be ripping!"
He tried to feel touched by her artless joy. He knew he was not an ideally ardent suitor.
"Well, we"ll have a good time later on, eh?" he said in her own tone.
"Don"t be a silly a.s.s!" replied the girl, her eyes full of tears and tenderness, and her heart of the most sincere joy and affection.
Harry laughed.
"Tell me, Alec, is your mother a soothing companion? Is she a nice woman to live with?"
"Oh! _she"s_ all right. A bit off colour sometimes. At least--well, she _is_ all right, if you understand--and yet she"s _not_--if you know what I mean."
"Ah! that is a dark saying. You are pleased to be mysterious--sphinx-like."
"You _are_ a rotter, Harry!"
"How subtle you are, Alec. How elusive is the lightning-play of your wit!"
"_How_ much?"
"The random poppy of paradox grows too often in the golden cornfield of your conversation," Harry went on, taking her hand.
"Oh, rats!" exclaimed the artless girl. "Can"t make out what you"re driving at half the time, when you go on like that. Don"t believe you know yourself."
"Don"t I? Really now, you know, we"re almost--well--privately engaged.
May I kiss you, Alec?"