"I"m not sure," Lady Maud said. "I don"t think it would, quite. It might seem odd that you should dine with us every day, whereas if you stop with us people cannot but see that my father wants you."
"How about Lady Creedmore?"
"My mother is on the continent. Why in the world do you not want to come?"
"Oh, I don"t know," answered Mr. Van Torp vaguely. "Just like that, I suppose. I was thinking. But it"ll be all right, and I"ll come any way, and please tell your father that I highly appreciate the kind invitation. When is it to be?"
"Come on Thursday next week and stay till Tuesday. Then you will be there when the first people come and till the last have left. That will look even better."
"Maybe they"ll say you take boarders," observed Mr. Van Torp facetiously. "That other piece belongs to you."
While talking they had finished their tea, and only one slice of bread and b.u.t.ter was left in the sandwich-box.
"No," answered Lady Maud, "it"s yours. I took the first."
"Let"s go shares," suggested the millionaire.
"There"s no knife."
"Break it."
Lady Maud doubled the slice with conscientious accuracy, gently pulled the pieces apart at the crease, and held out one half to her companion. He took it as naturally as if they had been children, and they ate their respective shares in silence. As a matter of fact Mr.
Van Torp had been unconsciously and instinctively more interested in the accuracy of the division than in the very beautiful white fingers that performed it.
"Who are the other people going to be?" he asked when he had finished eating, and Lady Maud was beginning to put the tea-things back into the basket.
"That depends on whom we can get. Everybody is awfully busy just now, you know. The usual sort of set, I suppose. You know the kind of people who come to us--you"ve met lots of them. I thought of asking Miss Donne if she is free. You know her, don"t you?"
"Why, yes, I do. You"ve read those articles about our interview in New York, I suppose."
Lady Maud, who had been extremely occupied with her own affairs of late, had almost forgotten the story, and was now afraid that she had made a mistake, but she caught at the most evident means of setting it right.
"Yes, of course. All the better, if you are seen stopping in the same house. People will see that it"s all right."
"Well, maybe they would. I"d rather, if it"ll do her any good. But perhaps she doesn"t want to meet me. She wasn"t over-anxious to talk to me on the steamer, I noticed, and I didn"t bother her much. She"s a lovely woman!"
Lady Maud looked at him, and her beautiful mouth twitched as if she wanted to laugh.
"Miss Donne doesn"t think you"re a "lovely" man at all," she said.
"No," answered Mr. Van Torp, in a tone of child-like and almost sheepish regret, "she doesn"t, and I suppose she"s right. I didn"t know how to take her, or she wouldn"t have been so angry."
"When? Did you really ask her to marry you?" Lady Maud was smiling now.
"Why, yes, I did. Why shouldn"t I? I guess it wasn"t very well done, though, and I was a fool to try and take her hand after she"d said no."
"Oh, you tried to take her hand?"
"Yes, and the next thing I knew she"d rushed out of the room and bolted the door, as if I was a dangerous lunatic and she"d just found it out. That"s what happened--just that. It wasn"t my fault if I was in earnest, I suppose."
"And just after that you were engaged to poor Miss Bamberger," said Lady Maud in a tone of reflection.
"Yes," answered Mr. Van Torp slowly. "Nothing mattered much just then, and the engagement was the business side. I told you about all that in Hare Court."
"You"re a singular mixture of several people all in one! I shall never quite understand you."
"Maybe not. But if you don"t, n.o.body else is likely to, and I mean to be frank to you every time. I suppose you think I"m heartless.
Perhaps I am. I don"t know. You have to know about the business side sometimes; I wish you didn"t, for it"s not the side of myself I like best."
The aggressive blue eyes softened a little as he spoke, and there was a touch of deep regret in his harsh voice.
"No," answered Lady Maud, "I don"t like it either. But you are not heartless. Don"t say that of yourself, please--please don"t! You cannot fancy how it would hurt me to think that your helping me was only a rich man"s caprice, that because a few thousand pounds are nothing to you it amused you to throw the money away on me and my ideas, and that you would just as soon put it on a horse, or play with it at Monte Carlo!"
"Well, you needn"t worry," observed Mr. Van Torp, smiling in a rea.s.suring way. "I"m not given to throwing away money. In fact, the other people think I"m too much inclined to take it. And why shouldn"t I? People who don"t know how to take care of money shouldn"t have it.
They do harm with it. It is right to take it from them since they can"t keep it and haven"t the sense to spend it properly. However, that"s the business side of me, and we won"t talk about it, unless you like."
"I don"t "like"!" Lady Maud smiled too.
"Precisely. You"re not the business side, and you can have anything you like to ask for. Anything I"ve got, I mean."
The beautiful hands were packing the tea-things.
"Anything in reason," suggested Lady Maud, looking into the shabby basket.
"I"m not talking about reason," answered Mr. Van Torp, gouging his waistcoat pockets with his thick thumbs, and looking at the top of her old grey felt hat as she bent her head. "I don"t suppose I"ve done much good in my life, but maybe you"ll do some for me, because you understand those things and I don"t. Anyhow, you mean to, and I want you to, and that const.i.tutes intention in both parties, which is the main thing in law. If it happens to give you pleasure, so much the better. That"s why I say you can have anything you like. It"s an unlimited order."
"Thank you," said Lady Maud, still busy with the things. "I know you are in earnest, and if I needed more money I would ask for it. But I want to make sure that it is really the right way--so many people would not think it was, you know, and only time can prove that I"m not mistaken. There!" She had finished packing the basket, and she fastened the lid regretfully. "I"m afraid we must be going. It was awfully good of you to come!"
"Wasn"t it? I"ll be just as good again the day after to-morrow, if you"ll ask me!"
"Will you?" rippled the sweet voice pleasantly. "Then come at the same time, unless it rains really hard. I"m not afraid of a shower, you know, and the arch makes a very fair shelter here. I never catch cold, either."
She rose, taking up the basket in one hand and shaking down the folds of her old habit with the other.
"All the same, I"d bring a jacket next time if I were you," said her companion, exactly as her mother might have made the suggestion, and scarcely bestowing a glance on her almost too visibly perfect figure.
The old thoroughbred raised his head as they crossed the sward, and made two or three steps towards her of his own accord. Her foot rested a moment on Mr. Van Torp"s solid hand, and she was in the saddle. The black was at first less disposed to be docile, but soon yielded at the sight of another carrot. Mr. Van Torp did not take the trouble to put his foot into the stirrup, but vaulted from the ground with no apparent effort. Lady Maud smiled approvingly, but not as a woman who loves a man and feels pride in him when he does anything very difficult. It merely pleased and amused her to see with what ease and indifference the rather heavily-built American did a thing which many a good English rider, gentleman or groom, would have found it hard to do at all. But Mr. Van Torp had ridden and driven cattle in California for his living before he had been twenty.
He wheeled and came to her side, and held out his hand.
"Day after to-morrow, at the same time," he said as she took it.
"Good-bye!"
"Good-bye, and don"t forget Thursday!"
They parted and rode away in opposite directions, and neither turned, even once, to look back at the other.