The Little Nugget

Chapter 2

It is not given to everybody to glide neatly into a scene of tense emotion. Ogden failed to do so. He wriggled roughly from the embrace.

"Got a cigarette?" he said.

He was an extraordinarily unpleasant little boy. Physically the portrait standing on the chair did him more than justice. Painted by a mother"s loving hand, it flattered him. It was bulgy. He was more bulgy. It was sullen. He scowled. And, art having its limitations, particularly amateur art, the portrait gave no hint of his very repellent manner. He was an intensely sophisticated child. He had the air of one who has seen all life has to offer, and is now permanently bored. His speech and bearing were those of a young man, and a distinctly unlovable young man.

Even Mrs Ford was momentarily chilled. She laughed shakily.

"How very matter-of-fact you are, darling!" she said.

Cynthia was regarding the heir to the Ford millions with her usual steady, half-contemptuous gaze.

"He has been that all day," she said. "You have no notion what a help it was to me."

Mrs Ford turned to her effusively.

"Oh, Cynthia, dear, I haven"t thanked you."

"No," interpolated the girl dryly.

"You"re a wonder, darling. You really are. I"ve been repeating that ever since I got your telegram from Eastnor." She broke off.

"Ogden, come near me, my little son."

He lurched towards her sullenly.

"Don"t muss a fellow now," he stipulated, before allowing himself to be enfolded in the outstretched arms.

"Tell me, Cynthia," resumed Mrs Ford, "how did you do it? I was telling Lord Mountry that I _hoped_ I might see my Ogden again soon, but I never really hoped. It seemed too impossible that you should succeed."

"This Lord Mountry of yours," said Cynthia. "How did you get to know him? Why have I not seen him before?"

"I met him in Paris in the fall. He has been out of London for a long time, looking after his father, who was ill."

"I see."

"He has been most kind, making arrangements about getting Ogden"s portrait painted. But, bother Lord Mountry. How did we get sidetracked on to him? Tell me how you got Ogden away."

Cynthia yawned.

"It was extraordinarily easy, as it turned out, you see."

"Ogden, darling," observed Mrs Ford, "don"t go away. I want you near me."

"Oh, all right."

"Then stay by me, angel-face."

"Oh, slush!" muttered angel-face beneath his breath. "Say, I"m darned hungry," he added.

It was if an electric shock had been applied to Mrs Ford. She sprang to her feet.

"My poor child! Of course you must have some lunch. Ring the bell, Cynthia. I"ll have them send up some here."

"I"ll have _mine_ here," said Cynthia.

"Oh, you"ve had no lunch either! I was forgetting that."

"I thought you were."

"You must both lunch here."

"Really," said Cynthia, "I think it would be better if Ogden had his downstairs in the restaurant."

"Want to talk scandal, eh?"

"Ogden, _dearest!_" said Mrs Ford. "Very well, Cynthia. Go, Ogden. You will order yourself something substantial, marvel-child?"

"Bet your life," said the son and heir tersely.

There was a brief silence as the door closed. Cynthia gazed at her friend with a peculiar expression.

"Well, I did it, dear," she said.

"Yes. It"s splendid. You"re a wonder, darling."

"Yes," said Cynthia.

There was another silence.

"By the way," said Mrs Ford, "didn"t you say there was a little thing, a small bill, that was worrying you?"

"Did I mention it? Yes, there is. It"s rather pressing. In fact, it"s taking up most of the horizon at present. Here it is."

"Is it a large sum?" Mrs Ford took the slip of paper and gave a slight gasp. Then, coming to the bureau, she took out her cheque-book.

"It"s very kind of you, Nesta," said Cynthia. "They were beginning to show quite a vindictive spirit about it."

She folded the cheque calmly and put it in her purse.

"And now tell me how you did it," said Mrs Ford.

She dropped into a chair and leaned back, her hands behind her head. For the first time, she seemed to enjoy perfect peace of mind. Her eyes half closed, as if she had been making ready to listen to some favourite music.

"Tell me from the very beginning," she said softly.

Cynthia checked a yawn.

"Very well, dear," she said. "I caught the 10.20 to Eastnor, which isn"t a bad train, if you ever want to go down there. I arrived at a quarter past twelve, and went straight up to the house--you"ve never seen the house, of course? It"s quite charming--and told the butler that I wanted to see Mr Ford on business. I had taken the precaution to find out that he was not there. He is at Droitwich."

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