Juliet"s hand slipped free. d.i.c.k threw her a smile and jumped out.
"Will the car be all right?" he said, as he turned to help her down.
"Oh, right enough," the squire said. "There is no traffic along here."
"I am hoping to go into the house," said Vera. "But I suppose it will be crammed with people."
"We"ll do the flower-show first anyhow," said Fielding.
He led the way with her, and it seemed quite natural to Juliet that Green should fall in beside her. It was a cloudless day, and she had an almost childish feeling of delight in its splendour. She was determined to enjoy herself to the utmost.
They entered the first sweltering tent and in the throng she felt again the touch of d.i.c.k"s hand at he came behind. "We mustn"t lose each other,"
he said, with a laugh.
The midsummer madness was upon her, and, without looking at him she squeezed the fingers that gripped her arm.
In a moment his voice spoke in her ear. "Look here! Let"s get away! Let"s get lost! It"s the easiest thing in the world. We can"t all hang together in this crowd."
This was quite evident. The great marquee was crammed with people, and already Fielding was piloting his wife to the opening at the other end.
"We must just look round," murmured Juliet, "for decency"s sake."
"All right, my dear, look!" he said. "And when you"ve quite finished we"ll go out by the way we came and explore the gardens."
She threw him a glance that expressed acquiescence and a certain mead of amused appreciation. For somehow d.i.c.k Green in his blue serge and straw hat managed to look smarter if less immaculate than any of the white-waistcoated band of local magnates around them. So--for decency"s sake--she prowled round the tent with d.i.c.k at her shoulder, admiring everything she saw and forgetting as soon as she had admired. She told herself that it was a day of such supreme happiness as could not come twice in any lifetime, and because of it she lingered, refusing to hasten the moment for which d.i.c.k had made provision.
"Haven"t you had enough of it?" he said, at last.
And she answered him with a quivering laugh. "No, not nearly. I"m spinning out every single second."
"Ah, but they won"t wait," he said. "Come! I think we"re safely lost now.
Let us go!"
She turned obediently from a glorious spread of gloxinias, and he made a way for her through the buzzing crowd to the entrance. When d.i.c.k spoke with the voice of authority, it was her pleasure to submit.
She felt her pulses tingle as she followed him, to be alone with him again, to feel herself encompa.s.sed by the fiery magic of his love, to yield throbbing surrender to the mastery that would not be denied. Yet when he turned to her outside in the hot sunshine with the blaring band close at hand she almost shrank away, she almost voiced a pretext for continuing their unprofitable wandering through the stifling tents. For, strangely, though he smiled at her, there was about him in that moment a quality that went near to scaring her. Something untamed, something indomitable, looked out at her from his glittering eyes. It was almost like a challenge, as if he dared her to dispute his right.
"That"s better," he said, drawing a deep breath. "Now we can get away."
"We shan"t get away from the people," she said.
He threw a rapid glance around. "Yes, we shall--with any luck. Come along! I know the way. There"s a little landing-stage place down by the lake. We"ll go there. There may even be a boat handy--if the G.o.ds are kind."
The G.o.ds were kind. They skirted the terraced gardens, which were not open to the public, and plunged down a winding walk through a shrubbery that led somewhat sharply downwards, away from the noise and the crush into cool green depths of woodland through which at last there shone up at them the gleam of water.
Juliet was panting when at length her guide paused. "My darling, what a shame!" he said. "But hang on to me! There are some steps round the corner, and they may be slippery. We"ll soon be down now, and there"s not a soul anywhere. Look! There"s a fairy barque waiting for us!"
She caught sight of a white skiff, lying in the water close to the bank.
As he had predicted, the final descent was a decided scramble, but he held her up until the mossy bank was reached; and would have held her longer, but with a little breathless laugh she released herself.
"My shoes are ruined," she remarked.
As they were of light grey suede, and the precipitous path they had travelled was a mixture of clay and limestone the ruin was palpable and very thorough. d.i.c.k surveyed them with compunction.
"I say, they"re wet through! You must take them off at once. Get into the boat!"
"No, no!" She laughed again with more a.s.surance. "I am not going to take them off. We couldn"t dry them if I did, and I should never get them on again. Do you think we ought to get into the boat? Suppose the owner came along?"
"The owner? Lord Saltash, do you mean?" He scoffed at the idea. "Do you really imagine he would come within a hundred leagues of the place on such a day as this. No, he is probably many salt miles away in that ocean-going yacht of his. Lucky dog!"
"Oh, do you envy him?" she said.
He gave her a shrewd glance. "Not in the least. He is welcome to his yacht--and his Lady Jo--and all that is his."
"d.i.c.k!" She made a swift gesture of repudiation. "Please don"t repeat that--scandal--again!"
He raised his brows with a faintly ironical smile. "Are you still giving her the benefit of the doubt?" he said. "I imagine no one else does."
The colour went out of her face. She stood quite motionless, looking not at him but at a whirl of dancing gnats on the gold-flecked water beyond him.
"She went to Paris," she said, in the tone of one a.s.serting a fact that no one could dispute.
"So did he," said Green. "The yacht went round to Bordeaux to pick him up afterwards. I understand that he was not alone."
She turned on him in sudden anger. "Why do you repeat this horrible gossip? Where do you hear it?"
He held out his hand to her. "Juliet, I repeat it, because I want you to know--you have got to know--that she is unworthy of your friendship, and--you shall never touch pitch with my consent. I have heard it from various sources,--from Ashcott, from the agent here, Bishop, and others.
My dear, you have always known her for a heartless flirt. You broke with her because she jilted the man she was about to marry. Now that she has gone to another man, surely you have done with her!"
He spoke without anger, but with a force and authority that carried far more weight. Juliet"s indignation pa.s.sed. But she did not touch the outstretched hand, and in a moment he bent and took hers.
"Now I"ve made you furious," he said.
She looked at him somewhat piteously, a.s.saying a smile with the lips that trembled. "No, I am not furious. Only--when you talk like that you make me--rather uneasy. You see, Lady Jo and I have always been--birds of a feather."
"Don"t," he said, and suddenly gripped her hand so that she gasped with pain. "Oh, did I hurt you, sweetheart? Forgive me. But I can"t have you talk like that--couple yourself with that woman whose main amus.e.m.e.nt for years has been to break as many hearts as she could capture. Forget her, darling! Promise me you will! Come! We"re not going to let her spoil this perfect day."
He was drawing her to him, but she sought to resist him, and even when his arms were close about her she did not wholly yield. He held her to him, but he did not press for a full surrender.
And--perhaps because of his forbearance--she presently lifted her face to his and clung to him with all her quivering strength. "Just for to-day, d.i.c.k!" she whispered tremulously. "Just for to-day!"
Their lips met upon the words. And, "For ever and ever!" he made pa.s.sionate answer, as he held her to his heart.
CHAPTER II