"We"ve got in at the "Victoria," though!"
"I wish we could have been here with you!"
"Never mind, so long as we"re at Tivermouth at all!"
"Isn"t it just too gorgeous for words!"
"We only arrived late last night."
"There"s such heaps we want to tell you!"
There was indeed much to be told on both sides. All three girls had had numerous experiences during the short time of their parting, and they were anxious to compare notes. Then Cousin Clare, Lilias, and Dulcie must be introduced to the Rogers family, who were all writing letters in a private sitting-room, but stopped their correspondence to extend a hearty welcome and to chat with the new-comers. In a short time the party rearranged itself, leaving Cousin Clare to talk with Major and Mrs. Rogers, Lilias and Dulcie arm-in-arm with Carmel on the terrace, and Sheila, who had stepped with them out at the French window, straying away with a young Highland officer with whom she had danced the night before.
"Never mind Sheila--she doesn"t want _us_!" laughed Carmel, squeezing both her cousins" arms, for she was in the middle. "Oh, it"s nice to see you again! Let"s walk along here to the end of the terrace. I"ve had all sorts of adventures since I saw you. I was nearly drowned yesterday in a river, only Johnson, the chauffeur, fished me out. You should have seen me all dripping and covered with mud. And Johnson was just as bad. We made such a mess of the car with our muddy clothes. I wonder if he"s got it clean yet? By the by, I left my post cards in the side pocket. I"d love to show them to you. Shall we go and get them? The garage is quite close, only just down this path. Do you mind coming?"
"Go ahead; we"d like to," agreed Dulcie.
So they plunged down the hill-side on a twisting path, past the bank of hydrangeas and through a grove of shiny-leaved escallonias to where the garage, a large building with a corrugated-iron roof, stood on a natural platform of rock close to the steep high road that flanked the hotel.
The yard was full of visitors" cars in process of being cleaned, and chauffeurs were busy with hose, or polishing fittings.
"I wonder where Johnson has put ours?" said Carmel, threading her way between an enormous Daimler and a pretty little two-seater. "Oh, there it is! That dark-green one in the corner. Come along! There"s just room to pa.s.s here behind this coupe. I expect the post cards are all right.
Johnson would take care of them for me. I"ll ask him to get them.
Johnson!"
The chauffeur, who was bending over the car, too busy with wrench and screwdriver to notice their approach, straightened himself instantly, and glanced at the three girls. As his eyes fell on Lilias and Dulcie, his expression changed to one of utter consternation and amazement, and he colored to the roots of his fair hair. They on their part gazed at him as if they had encountered a specter.
"Everard!" gasped Dulcie.
"Everard!" faltered Lilias. "It"s never _you_!"
Here indeed was a drama. Four more astonished young people it would have been impossible to conceive. For a moment Everard seemed as if he were going to bolt, but Carmel, whose quick mind instantly grasped the situation, motioned him into the empty motor-shed behind, and, following with Lilias and Dulcie, partly closed the door.
"So you"re Everard, are you?" she said, looking at him hard. "Well, to tell you the truth, I never thought your name was really Johnson! I told Sheila I was sure you were a gentleman. Why have you been masquerading like this? Why don"t you go home to the Chase?"
"Oh, _do_ come home, Everard!" echoed Lilias entreatingly.
The ex-chauffeur shook his head. He was still almost too covered with confusion to admit of speech.
"I didn"t expect to meet you girls," he said at last. "The best thing you can do is just to forget me, and leave me where I am. I shall _never_ go back to the Chase! That point I"ve quite decided."
"But we want you there," said Carmel gently.
"You!" Everard looked frankly puzzled.
"Oh, Everard!" burst out Dulcie. "You don"t understand! You ran away and never waited to hear anything, and we couldn"t write to you, because you sent no address. You thought Grandfather had left the property to a boy cousin--Leslie!"
"Well, didn"t he?"
"Yes, and no! There is no boy cousin. This is Leslie--only she"s called Carmel--the heiress of Cheverley Chase!"
"You!" exclaimed Everard again, gazing at Carmel.
"Don"t call me "the heiress," Dulcie," protested Carmel. "You know I"ve said from the very first that I don"t intend to take the Chase away from you all. It"s yours every bit as much as mine, and more so, because my own real home is in Sicily, and I hope to go back there some day.
Everard, will you make friends with me on that understanding, and shake hands? I don"t want to turn anybody out of the Chase."
Carmel held out a slim little hand, and Everard accepted it delicately, as if it had been that of a princess.
"I"m still stunned," he remarked. "To think I should have been driving you all this time, and not have known you were Leslie Ingleton! I never chanced to hear your surname. I thought you were Mrs. Rogers" niece."
"And so I am!" laughed Carmel. "At least she"s my step-aunt, at any rate. Isn"t it a regular _Comedy of Errors_?"
"Everard," put in Lilias, "why did you turn chauffeur? We thought you had run away to sea!"
"I meant to," answered her brother bitterly, "but when it came to the point of getting employment, I found the only thing I could earn a living at was driving a car. I don"t know that I even do that very decently, but at any rate I"m self-supporting. You"d better leave me where I am! It"s all I"m good for!"
"Not a bit of it!" answered Carmel. "I"ve arranged the whole thing in my mind already. We"ll make an exchange. Milner shall take charge of the car for the Rogers until they can find another chauffeur, and you shall drive Cousin Clare and Lilias and Dulcie and me back to the Chase. Now don"t begin to talk, for it"s quite settled, and for once in my life I declare I mean to have my own way!"
CHAPTER XI
A Secret Society
Carmel seldom a.s.serted herself, but if she set her heart on an object she generally managed to persuade people to her way of thinking. This case proved no exception, and she contrived with little difficulty to transfer the amazed but willing Milner temporarily into the service of Major Rogers, and to instal Everard, minus his chauffeur"s uniform, and looking once more an Ingleton, to drive the Daimler car back to Cheverley Chase. Perhaps the talk which Major Rogers had with his one-time "Johnson" partly worked the miracle. Exactly what he said was entirely between themselves, but Everard burst out into eulogies regarding the Major to Lilias, who was still his chief confidante.
"One of the best chaps I"ve ever met! A real good sort! I shan"t forget what he said to me. I can tell you I"ve come to look at things in a different light lately. I"ll do anything he suggests. I"d trust his advice sooner than that of anybody I know. I"ll have a good talk with Bowden, and see if he agrees. By Jove! I shall be a surprise packet to him, shan"t I?"
Mr. Bowden was not nearly so much astonished as Everard had antic.i.p.ated.
He took his ward"s return quite as a matter of course, and, lawyer-like, at once turned to the business side of affairs. After running away and gaining his own living for so many months, it was neither possible nor desirable for Everard to go back to Harrow. He had broken the last link with his school days, and must face the problem of his future career.
His grandfather had wished him to go on to Cambridge, and his guardian also considered it would be advisable for him to take a university degree. Meantime his studies were very much in arrears. He had never worked hard at school, and would need considerable application to his books before being ready to begin his terms at college. By the advice of Major Rogers, Mr. Bowden decided to engage a tutor to coach him at the Chase. The house would be perfectly quiet while the girls and the younger boys were away at school, and as Everard really seemed to take the matter seriously, he might be expected to make good progress.
In the matter of a tutor, Major Rogers was fortunately able to recommend just the right man. Mr. Stacey had been studying for orders at Cambridge when he was called up, and had joined the army. After serious wounds in France he had made a slow recovery, and though perfectly able to act as coach, he would be glad of a period of quiet in the country before returning to Cambridge. He was a brilliant scholar and a thoroughly good all-round fellow, who might be trusted to make the best possible companion for Everard in the circ.u.mstances. The whole business was fixed up at once, and he was to arrive within ten days.
"I"m sorry we shall just miss seeing him!" said Carmel to Everard, on the evening before the girls went back to Chilcombe Hall. "But I shall think of you studying away at your Maths. You"re clever, aren"t you, Everard? I don"t know much about English universities, but isn"t a Tripos what you work for at Cambridge? Suppose you came out Senior Wrangler! We _should_ be proud of you!"
"No fear of that, I"m afraid, Carmel! I"m a long way behind and shall have to swat like anything to get myself up to even ordinary standard.
Burn the midnight oil, and all that kind of weariness to the flesh!"
"But you"ll do it!" (Carmel was looking at him critically.) "You"ve got the right shape of head. Daddy and one of his friends, Signor Penati, were fearfully keen on phrenology, and they used to make me notice the shape of people"s heads, and of the Greek and Roman busts in the museums. It"s wonderful how truly they tell character: the rules hardly ever fail."
"What do you make of my particular phiz, then, you young Sicilian witch?"
"Great ability if you only persevere; a n.o.ble mind and patriotism--your forehead is just like the bust of the Emperor Augustus. You"d scorn bribes, and speak out for the right. I prophesy that you"ll some day get into Parliament, and do splendid work for your country!"
"Whew! I"m afraid I"ll never reach your expectations. It"s a big order you"ve laid down for me."
"You could do it, though, if you try. Oh, don"t contradict me, for I know! I haven"t studied heads with Signor Penati for nothing. First you"re going to make a good master of the Chase, and then you"ll help England."