The Regent

Chapter 30

"Follow that!" said Edward Henry to the chauffeur and nipped into his brougham again. n.o.body had told him that the being in the shawl was Lord Woldo, but he was sure that it must be so.

In twenty minutes he saw Lord Woldo being carried to and fro amid the groves of Hyde Park (one of the few bits of London earth that did not belong to him or to his more or less distant connections) while the carriage waited. Once Lord Woldo sat on a chair, but the chief nurse"s lap was between him and the chair-seat. Both nurses chattered to him in Kensingtonian accents, but he offered no replies.

"Go back to 262," said Edward Henry to his chauffeur.

Arrived again in Eaton Square, he did not give himself time to be imposed upon by the grandiosity of the square in general, nor of No.

262 in particular. He just ran up the steps and rang the visitors"

bell.

"After all," he said to himself as he waited, "these houses aren"t even semi-detached! They"re just houses in a row, and I bet every one of "em can hear the piano next door!"

The butler whom he had previously caught sight of opened the great portal.

"I want to see Lady Woldo."

"Her ladyship--" began the formidable official.

"Now, look here, my man," said Edward Henry, rather in desperation, "I must see Lady Woldo instantly. It"s about the baby--"

"About his lordship?"

"Yes. And look lively, please."

He stepped into the sombre and sumptuous hall.

"Well," he reflected, "I _am_ going it--no mistake!"

VI

He was in a large back drawing-room, of which the window, looking north, was in rich stained gla.s.s. "No doubt because they"re ashamed of the view," he said to himself. The size of the chimneypiece impressed him, and also its rich carving. "But what an old-fashioned grate!" he said to himself. "They need gilt radiators here." The doorway was a marvel of ornate sculpture, and he liked it. He liked, too, the effect of the oil-paintings--mainly portraits--on the walls, and the immensity of the bra.s.s fender, and the rugs, and the leather-work of the chairs. But there could be no question that the room was too dark for the taste of any householder clever enough to know the difference between a house and a church.

There was a plunging noise at the door behind him.

"What"s amiss?" he heard a woman"s voice. And as he heard it he thrilled with sympathetic vibrations. It was not a North Staffordshire voice, but it was a South Yorkshire voice, which is almost the same thing. It seemed to him to be the first un-Kensingtonian voice to soothe his ear since he had left the Five Towns. Moreover, n.o.body born south of the Trent would have said, "What"s amiss?" A southerner would have said, "What"s the matter?" Or, more probably, "What"s the mattah?"

He turned and saw a breathless and very beautiful woman, of about twenty-nine or thirty, clothed in black, and she was in the act of removing from her lovely head what looked like a length of red flannel. He noticed, too, simultaneously, that she was suffering from a heavy cold. A majestic footman behind her closed the door and disappeared.

"Are you Lady Woldo?" Edward Henry asked.

"Yes," she said. "What"s this about my baby?"

"I"ve just seen him in Hyde Park," said Edward Henry. "And I observed that a rash had broken out all over his face."

"I know that," she replied. "It began this morning, all of a sudden like. But what of it? I was rather alarmed myself, as it"s the first rash he"s had and he"s the first baby I"ve had--and he"ll be the last too. But everybody said it was nothing. He"s never been out without me before, but I had such a cold. Now you don"t mean to tell me that you"ve come down specially from Hyde Park to inform me about that rash. I"m not such a simpleton as all that." She spoke in one long breath.

"I"m sure you"re not," said he. "But we"ve had a good deal of rash in our family, and it just happens that I"ve got a remedy--a good sound north-country remedy--and it struck me you might like to know of it.

So if you like I"ll telegraph to my missis for the recipe. Here"s my card."

She read his name, t.i.tle and address.

"Well," she said, "it"s very kind of you, I"m sure, Mr. Machin. I knew you must come from up there the moment ye spoke. It does one good above a bit to hear a plain north-country voice after all this fal-lalling."

She blew her lovely nose.

"Doesn"t it!" Edward Henry agreed. "That was just what I thought when I heard you say "Bless us!" Do you know, I"ve been in London only a two-three days, and I a.s.sure you I was beginning to feel lonely for a bit of the Midland accent!"

"Yes," she said, "London"s lonely!" And sighed.

"My eldest was bitten by a dog the other day," he went on, in the vein of gossip.

"Oh, don"t!" she protested.

"Yes. Gave us a lot of anxiety. All right now! You might like to know that cyanide gauze is a good thing to put on a wound--supposing anything should happen to yours--"

"Oh, don"t!" she protested. "I do hope and pray Robert will never be bitten by a dog. Was it a big dog?"

"Fair," said Edward Henry. "So his name"s Robert! So"s my eldest"s!"

"Really now! They wanted him to be called Robert Philip Stephen Darrand Patrick. But I wouldn"t have it. He"s just Robert. I did have my own way _there_! You know he was born six months after his father"s death."

"And I suppose he"s ten months now?"

"No. Only six."

"Great Scott! He"s big!" said Edward Henry.

"Well," said she, "he is. I am, you see."

"Now, Lady Woldo," said Edward Henry in a new tone, "as we"re both from the same part of the country I want to be perfectly straight and above-board with you. It"s quite true--all that about the rash. And I did think you"d like to know. But that"s not really what I came to see you about. You understand, not knowing you, I fancied there might be some difficulty in getting at you--"

"Oh! no!" she said simply. "Everybody gets at me."

"Well, I didn"t know, you see. So I just mentioned the baby to begin with, like!"

"I hope you"re not after money," she said, almost plaintively.

"I"m not," he said. "You can ask anybody in Bursley or Hanbridge whether I"m the sort of man to go out on the cadge."

"I once was in the chorus in a panto at Hanbridge," she said. "Don"t they call Bursley "Bosley" down there--"owd Bosley"?"

Edward Henry dealt suitably with these remarks, and then gave her a judicious version of the nature of his business, referring several times to Mr. Rollo Wrissell.

"Mr. Wrissell!" she murmured, smiling.

"In the end I told Mr. Wrissell to go and bury himself," said Edward Henry. "And that"s about as far as I"ve got."

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