"If we invite him to lunch here at the Knowle, he"ll fall over himself to accept. Then we"ll be able to kill two birds with one stone. He"ll tell us things about the heirlooms at Valley House we shouldn"t be able to find out without his help--or a lot of dreary drudgery--and also he"ll put a paragraph about us in his newspaper, which he"ll send to your cousins. Now, isn"t that a combination of brilliant ideas?"
"Yes," laughed Annesley. "But why should you take so much trouble--and how can you tell that the editor"s paragraph would make the Annesley-Setons want to know us?"
"As for the paragraph, you may put your faith in me. And as for the trouble, nothing"s too much to launch my wife on the top wave of society, where she has every right to be. I want Mrs. Nelson Smith to have her chance to shine. Money would do the trick sooner or later, but I want it to be done sooner. Besides, I have a feeling I should like us to get where we want to be, without the noisy splash money-bags make when new-rich candidates for society are launched. Your people will see excellent reasons why their late "poor relation" is worth cultivating.
"But trust them to save their faces by keeping their real motive secret!"
with a touch of sarcasm. "I seem to hear them going about among their friends, whom they"ll invite to meet us, saying how charming and unspoilt you are though you"ve got more money than you know what to do with----"
"I!" With the protesting p.r.o.noun Annesley disclaimed all ownership of her husband"s fortune, whatever it might be.
"It"s the same thing. You and I are one. Whatever is mine is yours. I don"t swear to make you a regular, unfailing allowance worthy of the new position you"re going to have, because you see I do business with several countries, and my income"s erratic; I"m never sure to the day when it will come or how much it will be. But there"s nothing you want which you can"t buy; remember that. And when we begin life in London, you shall have a standing account at as many shops as you like."
Annesley made no objection to Knight"s plan for luring the journalist into his "trap," which was a harmless one. According to his prophecy, Mr.
Milton Savage of the Torquay _Weekly Messenger_ accepted the invitation from his correspondent, and came to luncheon on the day when the public were free to view Valley House.
He was a small man with a big head and eyes which glinted large behind convex spectacles. Annesley was charming to him, not only in the wish to please Knight but because she was kind-hearted and had intense sympathy for suppressed people. Mr. Savage was grateful and admiring, and drank in every word Knight dropped, as if carelessly, about the relationship to Lord Annesley-Seton.
Knight allowed himself to be pumped concerning it, and also his wife"s parentage, letting fall, with apparent inadvertence, bits of information regarding himself, his travels, his adventures, and the fortune he had picked up.
"I"m the exception," he said, "to the proverb that "a rolling stone gathers no moss." I"ve gathered all I want or know what to do with; and now I"m married I mean to take a rest. I haven"t decided yet where or how, but it will be somewhere in England. We"re looking for a house in London, and later we might rent one in the country, too."
Annesley admired his cleverness in touching the goal; but somehow these smart hits disturbed rather than amused her. Knight"s complexity was a puzzle to her. She could not understand, despite his explanations, why these fireworks of dexterity were worth while. Knight was a brave figure of romance. She did not want her hero turned into an intriguer, no matter how innocent his motive.
After luncheon they drove five or six miles in the motor to Valley House, a place of Jacobean times. There was an Italian garden, and an English garden containing every flower, plant, and herb mentioned by Shakespeare.
Each garden had a distant view of the sea, darkly framed by Lebanon cedars and immense beeches, while the house itself--not large as "show"
houses go--was perfect of its kind, with carved stone mantels, elaborate oak panelling and staircases, leaded windows, and treasures of portraits, armour, ancient books, and bric-a-brac which would have remade the family fortune if all had not been heirlooms.
There was not a picture on the walls nor an old piece of jewellery in the many locked gla.s.s cabinets of which Mr. Milton Savage could not tell the history as he guided the Nelson Smiths through hall and corridors and rooms with marvellous moulded ceilings. The liveried servant told off to show the crowd over the house had but a superficial knowledge of its riches compared with the lore of the journalist; and the editor of the Torquay _Weekly Messenger_ became inconveniently popular with the public.
He was not blind to the compliment, however; and, motoring into Torquay at the end of the afternoon with his host and hostess, expressed himself delighted with his visit.
That night was his night for going to press, but he found time to write the paragraph which Nelson Smith expected. Next morning a copy of the _Messenger_, with a page marked, arrived at the Knowle Hotel, and another, also marked, went to Valley House.
The bride and bridegroom were at breakfast when the paper came. There were also three letters, all for Knight, the first which either had received since their marriage.
Knight cut open the envelopes slowly, one after the other, and made no comment. Annesley could not help wondering if the Countess had written, for an involuntary glance had made her sure that one of Knight"s letters was from a woman: a purple envelope with a purple monogram and a blob of purple wax sealed with a crown. He read all three, put them back into their envelopes, rose, dropped them into the fire, watched them burn to ashes, and quietly returned to his seat. Then, as if really interested, he tore the wrapping off the Torquay _Messenger_.
"Now we shall see ourselves in print!" he said, and a moment later was reading to Annesley an account of "the two most interesting guests the Knowle Hotel has entertained this season." Mr. and Mrs. Nelson Smith were described with enthusiasm. They were young and handsome. He was immensely rich, she was "highly connected" as well as beautiful, having been a Miss Annesley Grayle, related on her mother"s side to the Earl of Annesley-Seton.
The modesty of the young couple was so great, however, that, though the bridegroom was a millionaire well known in his adopted country, America, and the bride quite closely linked with his lordship"s family, they had refused to make their presence in the neighbourhood known to the Earl and Lady. Instead they had visited Valley House with a crowd of tourists on a public day, expressing the opinion to a representative of the _Messenger_ that it would be "intrusive" to present themselves to Lord and Lady Annesley-Seton. They were spending their honeymoon in Devonshire, and might find, during their motor tours, a suitable country place to buy or rent.
In any case, they would look for a house in which to settle on their return to London.
"Good for Milton Savage," laughed Knight. "Now we"ll lie low, and see what will happen."
Annesley thought that nothing would happen; but she was wrong. The next morning a note came by hand for Mrs. Nelson Smith, brought by a footman on a bicycle.
The note was from Lady Annesley-Seton.
CHAPTER X
BEGINNING OF THE SERIES
No man who had not known the seamy side of life could have guessed the effect of Milton Savage"s paragraph upon the minds of Lord and Lady Annesley-Seton.
"I told you if you bet against me you would bet wrong," Knight said, when the astonished girl handed the letter across the breakfast table. Even he had hardly reckoned on such extreme cordiality. He had expected a bid for acquaintanceship with the "millionaire" and his bride, but he had fancied there would be a certain stiffness in the effort.
Lady Annesley-Seton had begun, "My dear Cousin," and her frank American way was disarming. She wrote four pages of apology for herself and her husband, explaining why they had neglected "looking up Mrs. Nelson Smith when she was Miss Annesley Grayle." The letter went on:
I hadn"t been married long when my husband read out of some newspaper the notice of a clergyman"s death, and mentioned that he was a cousin by marriage whom he hadn"t met since boyhood, although the clergyman"s living was in our county--somewhere off at the other end.
My husband thought there was a daughter, and I remember his remarking that we ought to write and find out if she"d been left badly off. Of course, it was _my_ duty to have kept his idea alive, and to have carried it out. But I was young and having such a good time that I"m afraid it was a case of "out of sight, out of mind."
We forgot to inquire, and heard no more. It was _horrid_ of us, and I"m sure it was _our_ loss. Probably we should have remembered if things had gone well with us: but perhaps you know that my father (whose money used to seem unlimited to me) lost it all, and we were mixed up in the smash. We"ve been poorer than any church mice since, and trying to make ends meet has occupied our attention from that day to this.
I have to confess that, if our attention hadn"t been drawn to your name, we might never have thought of it again. But now I"ve eased my conscience, and as fate seems to have brought us within close touch, do let us see what she means to do with us. We should so like to meet you and Mr. Nelson Smith, who is, apparently, more or less a countryman of mine.
I"m not allowed out yet, in this cold weather, after an attack of "flu"; but my husband will call this afternoon on the chance of finding you in, carrying a warm invitation to you both to "waive ceremony" and dine with us at Valley House _en famille_.
Looking forward to meeting you,
Yours most cordially,
Constance Annesley-Seton.
"Sweet of her, isn"t it?" Annesley exclaimed when she and Knight had read the letter through.
Knight glanced at his wife quizzically, opened his lips to speak, and closed them. Perhaps he thought it would be unwise as well as wrong to disturb the girl"s faith in Lady Annesley-Seton"s disinterestedness.
"Yes, it"s _real_ sweet!" he said, exaggerating his American accent, but keeping a grave face.
They were duly "at home" that afternoon, though they had intended to go out, and the caller found them in a private sitting room filled with flowers, suggesting much money and a love of spending it. Annesley had put on Knight"s favourite frock, one of the "model dresses" he had chosen for her in their whirlwind rush through Bond Street, a white cloth trimmed with narrow bands of dark fur; and she had never looked prettier.
Lord Annesley-Seton, a tall thin man of the eagle-nosed soldier type, wearing pince-nez, but youthful-looking for the forty-four years Burke gave him, could not help thinking her a satisfactory cousin to pick up: and Nelson Smith was far from being in appearance the rough, self-made man he had dreaded.
He was delighted with them both--so young, so handsome, so happy, so fortunate, and luckily so well bred. He did not make the short conventional call he had intended, but stayed to tea, and at last went home to give his wife an enthusiastic account of the visit.
"The girl"s a lady, and might be a beauty if she had more confidence in herself--you know what I mean: taking herself for granted as a charmer, the way you smart women do," he said. "She isn"t that kind. But with you to show her the ropes, she"ll be liked by the right people. There"s a softness and sweetness and genuineness that you don"t often see in girls now. As for the man, you"ll think him a ripper, Connie--so will other women. Has the air of being a gentleman born, and then having roughed it all over the world. A strong man, I should say. A man"s man as well as a woman"s. Might "take" if he"s started right."
"_We"ll_ see to that," said Constance Annesley-Seton, who was not too ill to go out but had not wanted to seem too eager.
She was less than thirty, but looked more because she had worried and drawn faint lines between her delicate auburn brows and at the corners of her greenish-gray eyes. There were also a few fading threads in the red locks which were her one real beauty; but she had a marvellous hair-varnish which prevented them from showing.
"We"ll see to that! If they"ll _let_ us. Are they going to let us?"