"You are selfish!" in an aggrieved voice.
"Of course."
"And not the least ashamed of it!"
"Not the least."
He moved his position deliberately so that he came to my other side, where the sun was not.
"I learned a certain amount of manoeuvring in South Africa, where I went for a month or two," he said. "I hope this side of your face will be as pretty. People always have a better and a worse side."
I laughed. It was too hot to circ.u.mvent him again, and his looking at me could not hurt me.
"This is even prettier," he said, presently. "Where did you hide yourself, that we none of us ever saw you before you married?"
"I lived rather near here for a little while."
"Now you look sad again. I never watched any one"s face so much. Yours is not like other people"s; you look like a cameo, you know."
"Tell me about the people here," I said. "They are all strangers to me."
"But I would much rather talk about you."
"That does not interest me; you said I was selfish, so you do what I wish."
"What can I tell you of them? They are like all companies--dull and amusing, mixed. They are a fair specimen of most people one meets in the _monde ou l"on s"amuse_. My cousin Lady Grenellen is perhaps the most interesting among them, as she had the most histories."
"Histories?"
"Yes; her career has been one of riding for a series of falls, and escaping even a peck."
"She is very lovely."
"Oh yes, Cordelia is good-looking enough," he said, as though there was considerably more to add.
I did not continue the subject further. We talked of books, the war, and various other things, and by-and-by our hostess called to us from the higher level of the old drawbridge where she was sitting.
"We must be descending for some tea," she said, and started on with her politician.
When we got back, Augustus was swinging Lady Grenellen in a lovely Louis XV. _balancoire_, fixed up between two elm-trees; she put one foot out, and looked so lovely and radiant!
Augustus had the expression of one of those negro pages Thackeray drew in _The Virginians_--a mixture of pride and self-complacency--a he held the red silk ropes.
Tea was so merry! No one was witty like grandmamma and the Marquis, but every one was in a good temper and it was gay.
The party was rather more punctual at dinner on Sunday night, and Lady Tilchester had arranged, as she meant to the night before, that I should sit next her politician. Mr. Budge and Mrs. Gurrage--the names went well together!
I do not know anything about politics, but he is what I suppose must be a Radical, as he preaches home rule for Ireland, and equal rights for all mankind, and an apologetic tone to other nations, and a general dividing up of all one"s _biens_. But they say he has a splendid house in Grosvenor Square, and a flat in Paris, and never asks any but the smartest t.i.tled people to his big pheasant shoot in Suffolk.
He was delightful at dinner, anyway, and made me laugh. His voice is clear, with just the faintest touch of Irish in it. And he sparred with Lady Tilchester across me.
She is the greatest _grande dame_ one could meet, and a Tory to the backbone in politics, but her manner to the servants is not nearly so haughty as Mr. Budge"s.
I do not like his hands; I cannot say why; they are neither big nor ill-shapen, but there is something fat and feminine about the fingers.
I dare say, underneath, he could be like Augustus.
Lady Tilchester is devoted to him, and he has the greatest admiration and respect for her. Their conversation is most interesting.
Some of the other men are very nice, and several of them almost come up to grandmamma"s criterion of the perfect male--that he should "look like a man and behave like a gentleman."
The women are very smartly dressed all the time, but they do not show a great sense of the fitness of things. Only Lady Grenellen and Lady Tilchester are always adorable and attractive in anything and in any way.
I believe they do not love one another very much, although they are quite friendly; one somehow can see it in their eyes.
The Tilchester boy, who is thirteen, has just gone to Eton, but will soon be home for the holidays; the little girl is at the sea. So I have not seen either of them.
The whole house here is so beautifully done; there is no fuss, and everything is exactly where one wants to find it. I shall be sorry when we leave.
Just as we had begun luncheon to-day, Sir Antony Thornhirst came in, and, after a casual greeting to every one, sat down near me.
He seems quite at home here, and as if he were accustomed to turning up unannounced in this way.
I felt such a queer, quick beating in my heart. I suppose because among all these strangers he was some one I knew before.
"So you decided not to cut the Gordian knot," he said, presently, as if we were continuing the discussion of some argument we had had a moment before.
He bridged in an instant the great gulf since my wedding. This _sang froid_ stupefied me. I found nothing to say.
He continued:
"Do you know, I have heard since that to give any one a knife cuts friendship, and brings bad luck and separation, and numbers of dreadful things. So you and I are now declared enemies, I suppose.
Shall we go and throw the little ill-omen in the lake after lunch?"
"No; I will not part with my knife; I find it very useful," I said, in a _bete_ way.
"Antony," called out Lord Tilchester, "you have arrived in the nick of time to save Babykins from turning into a hospital nurse. She thinks the costume becoming, and threatens to leave us for the wounded heroes. Cannot you restrain her?"
"How?" asked Sir Antony, helping himself to some chicken curry.
"Really excellent curry your chef makes, Tilchester."
"Don"t tell him about it, Reggie," lisped Mrs. Parton-Mills. "The unfeeling creature is only thinking of his food."
"You seem to have all the qualities for an ideal convalescent nurse,"
said Sir Antony, with an air of detaching himself with difficulty from the contemplation of the curry.
"And those qualities are--?" asked Lord Tilchester.
"Princ.i.p.ally stimulating," and he selected a special chutney from the various kinds a footman was handing.