"Oh, Mr Wagram, what a lovely machine it is!" she began. "Why, it"s simply perfection. A free wheel, too. I"ve always longed for a free wheel. No, it"s too lovely. When we unpacked it just now, why, I thought I must be dreaming."
"Just now," she had said. Wagram looked up astonished, and feeling somewhat uncomfortable, fearing lest his arrival at that inopportune moment should wear an appearance as though he had come to be thanked.
"Has it only just come?" he said. "Why, it ought to have been delivered nearly a week ago. Gee and Vincent are not usually such dilatory people. I must row them up over it."
"Oh, please don"t," said Delia. "Why should you take any further trouble about it? You have been too kind already."
"No, no," he laughed. "By the way, it was just as Perrin said. The gnu must have jumped the palings of the west park. There was no gap or breakdown anywhere."
"Really? But--tell me. Was the Squire very angry?"
"Not he. He was relieved to hear you had escaped uninjured. You are none the worse, are you? It was to ascertain that that I took the liberty of calling."
"How kind of you again," she answered, with a l.u.s.trous softness in her eyes that was not studied, and wonderfully attractive. "No; I am not one atom the worse."
"Another thing has been on my conscience ever since, Miss Calmour; and that is, that I should have allowed you to walk all that way home. I ought to have insisted upon your coming on to the Court with me and driving back."
"Oh, but you did try and persuade me, remember; it wasn"t your fault at all. Shall I tell you something, Mr Wagram? I believe the secret of my holding out was that I was more than a little afraid to face the Squire after what had happened."
As a matter of fact, Delia had repented her refusal ever since. Such an opportunity might never recur; and, apart from that, it would have been so much more time to look back to and dwell upon.
"You needn"t have been. It was a pity," he answered.
"Yes. And I hear you have some beautiful things at the Court, Mr Wagram--pictures and old relics and all that," she added half shyly, as the consciousness flashed in upon her that he would take her remark as a direct "fishing" for an invite to come and see them--a misgiving which would not have afflicted her in the slightest degree had he been anybody else in the world. But at that moment the door opened, admitting Clytie, who had returned from a fict.i.tious search for her parent, combined with a renewed command to the retired Bob on no account to show himself, on pain of such disabilities as it was within her power to place him under.
"I can"t find father anywhere," she said. "He must have gone out without telling us. But he may be back any moment now. Oh, that"s my typing work, Mr Wagram," following his glance. "I"m afraid you"ll think us very untidy. It really has no business littering about in here, but I brought it in because the light is better."
As a matter of fact, she had hurriedly brought it in before going to answer his ring--and that with a purpose.
"Ah yes. Ladies have taken to that sort of thing a good deal, I"m told.
Do you do much of it?"
"Not so much as I should like; only as much as I can get," laughed Clytie. "We have to do these things--and it all helps."
"And very right and plucky it is of you to do it," he answered.
"That sounds nice. Oh, and, Mr Wagram, if you should know of anybody who wants anything done in that line you might mention me. There are so many people in these days who write, or try to. And, as I said before, it all helps."
Wagram, of course, promised accordingly, at the same time thinking it would be hard if he could not put something in her way. He had known straitened circ.u.mstances himself, and the fact of this girl turning her hand to a means of adding to a small income sent her up in his opinion, as she had guessed it would. But Clytie was honestly scheming for Delia this time, and for her she judged it the moment to put in a word.
"But Delia is the one who works the hardest," she said. "My typing is mere child"s play compared with all she does. She has been away a couple of years, and had to come home for a rest."
"Really?" he answered, turning to Delia. "Well, that is plucky of you, Miss Calmour." And both thought to read in the high approval expressed in his look and tone a shade of regret that she should be exposed to the necessity of being overworked at all.
They talked on, and soon their visitor became acquainted with all the family doings--of the third sister, who was away also working; of Bob and another brother in Canada, and three more at school; then of other things, and Wagram was surprised to note how well they talked. He had made up his mind to pay this call from a sense of duty, and had approached it with considerable misgiving. One girl he had already seen, and she had impressed him favourably, yet how would she show up under the circ.u.mstances of a surprise visit? For the others he had expected to find very second-rate types, possibly overdressed, certainly underbred; forward and gushing or awkwardly shy. But in these two, each more than ordinarily attractive after her different type, he had found nothing of the kind. There was an ease of manner and entire freedom from affectation about them that fairly astonished him, remembering the repute in which the family was apparently held; and, realising it, they went up in his estimation accordingly. Both were at their best, and knew it.
But through it all came the recollection of that action for breach of promise. Which of them was concerned in it, he wondered; or was it the absent one? Well, there was no finding out now. Yet somehow, he did not think it could be Delia. If it were either of these two he would rather think it was Clytie; and then, suddenly, it occurred to him to wonder why on earth he was troubling his head about it at all. He had paid his duty call, and there was an end of the whole matter. But--was there?
"_So_ sorry father was out, Mr Wagram," said Clytie as he rose to take his leave, "and so will he be. But, perhaps, if you are in Ba.s.singham again and are inclined to drop in for a cup of tea, I know he"ll be delighted."
Wagram, as in duty bound, declared that the pleasure would be mutual.
It was strange, he said, that he did not even know Major Calmour by sight; but he was so seldom in Ba.s.singham, and had not been very long at the Court, for the matter of that.
"We pulled that off well, Delia," said Clytie as they returned from seeing their visitor to the gate. "He"s gone away thinking no small beer of us. He had heard all sorts of beastly things said about us, and came to see if they were true, and has come to the conclusion they are not."
"Why do you think that?"
Clytie smiled pityingly.
"My dear child, I never saw the man yet I couldn"t read like a book, even in matters far more complicated than that, and not often a woman.
Never mind. I"ll back you up all I know how if you"ll go on playing up to me as you did just now. Oh, good Lord! there"s the old man, and-- he"s "fresh.""
For a volley of raucous profanity had swamped her last words, and over the top of the front gate a face was visible--a very red face indeed, surmounted by a hat awry. The profanity was evoked by its utterer"s natural inability to open a locked gate by the simple process of pushing and battering against the same. Delia looked troubled.
"Do you think _he_ saw him?" she said. "He"s only just this second gone out."
"Depends which way the old man came. But "he", if you remember, said he"d never set eyes on him."
"Yes; but that"s not to say he never will. And then, on top of that recognition, he"ll be in no lively hurry to wend our way again."
"Leave all that to the future, and chance," returned Clytie. "Oh, bother! The old man"s blaring away like a calf that has lost its cow.
We"d better let him in sharp or he"ll draw a crowd."
The two walked leisurely back to the gate, against which their parent was raining kicks--and curses.
"Go easy, dad," said Clytie. "How the deuce can a fellow open the gate from this side what time you"re banging it in from that? There! Now, come along."
"How the deuce? Look here, you minx, that"s nice sort of feminine language to use to your father, isn"t it? Or to anyone," he repeated as he walked stiffly and with an ominous swaying gait up the garden path.
"And that"s nice sort of masculine language to use to your daughters-- and the gate, and things in general, as you were doing just now, isn"t it?" laughed Clytie serenely. "Unless you can plead, with the proverbial Scotchman, that you were only swearing "at large.""
"Ha-ha! What a girl it is!" chuckled the old man, with the suspicion of a hiccough. "You ought to go on the stage, dear; you"d make your fortune."
"No doubt. But I"ve got to get there first. I say, dad, who d"you think has just gone?"
"Dunno, don"t care; only that I"m devilish glad they have gone. Now I can have a "peg.""
"No, you can"t."
"Can"t! What the devil do you mean, Clytie?"
"What I say. You"ve had enough of a "peg" to last you till to-night.
What you want now is some strong coffee, so come right in and have it."
He grumbled something about not being master in his own house, and a good deal more. But in the end he submitted; for Clytie was the one who ruled him, and, to do her justice, ruled him tactfully and for his good, so far as it lay within her power; whereas Delia was somewhat intolerant of this phase of her parent"s weakness, and adopted towards it a scornful att.i.tude.
"Well, dad, you haven"t guessed who has just gone," went on Clytie.
"How the blazes should I know--or care?" snapped the old man. "Some spark of yours, I suppose."