Torilla looked at her to see if she was serious before she asked, "What are you a saying to me?"
"I am saying that Gallen and I will deal very well together because we like the same things, we are Social stars in the same firmament, and we both know how to behave like civilised people."
"Then a you are not a in love with him?" Torilla exclaimed. "In which case why are you marrying him?"
"Why am I marrying him?" Beryl echoed. "I have just told you! He is the richest, handsomest, most important man in England a what more could any girl ask?"
"But a Beryl a " Torilla faltered, an anxious expression in her eyes. "When we used to talk about love and when you first made your debut, we both swore we would never marry unless we fell in love."
"It is what I intended to do," Beryl responded quietly, "but it has not worked out like that."
"And you think you will be happy a without it?" Torilla asked.
"But of course I shall be happy with Gallen," Beryl replied. "I shall have everything I want a everything!"
"And he loves you?" Torilla asked. "He must do I suppose, otherwise there is no reason for him to marry you."
Beryl gave her one of her puckish looks.
"Gallen wants a son and heir. Who would not, with all those possessions to be inherited? I also have a feeling, Torilla, although of course he has never mentioned it to me, that he is escaping from the rather ardent attentions of a very persistent widow."
Torilla sat down on the sofa.
"I am not happy about this, Beryl."
"You sound exactly like one of our Governesses. Heavens, that reminds me, I had forgotten Miss Dawson! She must be invited to the wedding."
She sped back to the secretaire and, as she sat down, Torilla said, "You have not told me yet the name of your future husband. I have learnt he is Christened Gallen, but he must have another name."
"He is the Marquis of Havingham," Beryl replied.
She had her back to her cousin and therefore did not see the incredulous look in Torilla"s eyes being replaced by one of sheer horror.
For a moment it seemed as if she could hardly breathe, then she e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed in a strangled voice, "No a no! It"s not a possible!"
"I knew you would be impressed. Even in the unfashionable North you must have heard of the Marquis of Havingham. Now you will understand why I am so excited about my marriage."
Torilla drew in her breath.
She could not believe what Beryl had told her was true. She could not credit that her cousin, whom she loved and with whom she had been brought up, was to marry a man she loathed and hated with every fibre of her being.
How could she possibly explain to Beryl, who was so excited by the thought of getting married, that her intended husband was a cruel monster; a man who was responsible for the deaths of children, for maiming their mothers and turning their fathers into louts?
The image of Barrowfield swum in front of her eyes.
The ghastly squalor of the dirty grimy houses, the heaps of burning coal obscuring even the brightness of the sky, as did the forges and engine chimneys roaring and puffing on every side.
She could see in her imagination, as her father had often depicted, the trappers, children of five years of age, spending as many as sixteen hours a day crouching in solitude in a small dark hole.
Others would push or pull coal trucks along the tunnels. The pumps in the Havingham mine were so out of date and so ineffectual that the children would be standing ankle-deep in water for twelve hours on end.
Her father would come home at night to pour out his grievances against the owner of the mine, saying in exhausted tones, because he had not even the energy left to express himself, how diabolical the conditions were.
"The place is not safe," he had said often enough and when Torilla had asked despairingly, "cannot anything be done, Papa?" her father had merely shrugged his shoulders and replied, "Who cares? Certainly not the Marquis of Havingham!"
Everything she had seen and heard of the misery, dirt and degradation of Barrowfield flashed through Torilla"s mind. Her first impulse was to describe to Beryl what was happening in Barrowfield and urge that whomever else she married it must not be the Marquis of Havingham.
Then, almost as if she stood beside her, she could hear Abby warning her against boring people in the South with their troubles.
"They"ll not understand," Abby had said and Torilla knew that was true.
Before she went with her father to Barrowfield she would not have understood and she doubted if even her mother, compa.s.sionate, sympathetic and understanding though she had been, could have visualised the horrors that existed there.
With what was almost a superhuman effort, she said nothing.
As Beryl rose from the secretaire, she suggested, "Let us go upstairs, dearest. I want to show you some of the things I have bought for my trousseau. There are few of them as yet, but we will go to London next week and spend a fortune on the most magnificent gowns that Bond Street can provide."
As she spoke, she walked towards Torilla, but when she reached her she said with a note of concern in her voice, "You look pale, dearest. I expect you are tired after that long journey and it"s not surprising."
"I am a little a tired," Torilla managed to reply.
She was silent as Beryl took her upstairs and she found she was sleeping in the room she had always occupied when they were young.
Sometimes her father and mother would go away and it was taken as a matter of course that Torilla should stay at Fernleigh Hall, just as whenever it suited the Earl and the Countess, Beryl came to them.
On such occasions the two girls would conspire together to carry out some daring exploit, such as climbing the haystacks or swimming in the lake after they should have been in bed and asleep.
In consequence the room next door to Beryl"s bedchamber was always known as "Miss Torilla"s room", and now it was waiting for her, the silk curtains drawn back from the windows that looked over the sun-kissed lake.
For a moment Torilla saw only a blackened countryside without trees or shrubs, with the slum of the men, women and children who lived in it, almost as black as the coal they handled.
Then deliberately she made Beryl talk of her trousseau and later in the evening of her wedding.
Tentatively, because she was so afraid of saying too much, Torilla asked hesitatingly, "You don"t a think, dearest, that if you a waited a little longer you would find someone you would a love with all your heart?"
She saw the expression on Beryl"s face and added quickly, "You look like the Princess in a fairy story. I just want you to find your Prince Charming."
"Wait until you see Gallen," Beryl said complacently. "He is exactly the Prince Charming we talked about when you used to sit on my bed and we wondered who we would marry."
She smiled as she went on, "I always envisaged myself a Queen or a Princess. In fact I have found the next best thing in Gallen, who is far more important than most Princes and certainly far more solvent than the Prince Regent!"
"That, I imagine would not be difficult," Torilla answered. "Even I have heard of the mountain of debts His Royal Highness owes!"
"I should hate to be so much in debt," Beryl said. "As it is, I shall find it very difficult to spend even a part of Gallen"s fortune!"
She stretched her arms above her head as she acclaimed, "That is why I intend to have a trousseau that will astonish everybody and you will benefit."
Torilla knew what Beryl was going to say.
"I intend to discard every st.i.tch that I own now," her cousin went on, "every single thing, and they are all yours."
"Thank you, dearest," Torilla said. "It is very very kind of you."
At the same time she could not help wondering what use she would have for Beryl"s lovely gowns in Barrowfield. The material would be too fragile to be cut up for miners" wives and their children, although she was quite certain her father would have expected her to do just that if it was possible.
"I shall have new fans, new reticules, new sunshades, new slippers and new gloves!"
Beryl flung herself back against the soft cushions on the sofa, as she went on, "I am not being extravagant, Torilla, but sensible! Gallen admires smart and elegant women. In fact I am the only girl, if that is what you can call me, in whom he has ever shown the slightest interest."
She sat up again, rested her chin on her hand and added reflectively, "I shall have to be very sophisticated to please him and quite frankly, Torilla, he will be tricky as a husband."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Judging from his past history he not only has an eye for a horse but also for a pretty woman."
"Are you really expecting him to be a unfaithful?" Torilla asked in a shocked little voice.
"For goodness sake, Torilla, grow up!" Beryl replied. "Of course Gallen will have his flirtations as I shall have mine, but I have to be very careful that no one supplants me. I know only too well what women are like where a man as rich and important as Gallen is concerned."
"Supplants you?" Torilla repeated. "Do you mean he would run away with another woman?"
"No, of course not! People in our world do not cause scandals of that sort a not unless they are crazy."
She spoke rather sharply.
Then, as she saw the expression on Torilla"s face, she said more gently, "You always were out of touch with reality, Torilla. What I am trying to say is that if a man is really bored with his wife he can make life very unpleasant for her."
Beryl"s voice was hard as she continued, "She can be left in the country for months on end with no one but the children to talk to a or he can keep her short of money like that odious Lord Boreham!"
She paused as if remembering His Lordship"s parsimony, then finished, "In fact there are a thousand ways that a wife can be made to feel unwanted and miserable!"
She rose to her feet, as she continued firmly, "I have every intention of keeping Gallen at my side, but I am not going to pretend it will be easy."
"If he a loved you," Torilla said tentatively, "it might be very a different."
"He is fond enough of me," Beryl answered, "and quite frankly I don"t think Gallen has ever been in love with anyone except himself and his horses."
Again she looked at Torilla"s expression and laughed.
"Don"t look so worried, dearest! I shall have my fun too. Lord Newall is crazily wildly in love with me. Do you know the other night he produced a pistol and declared that either I must let him kiss me or he would blow his brains out!"
"Did he mean it?" Torilla asked breathlessly.
"I did not take the risk of finding out!" Beryl replied mischievously.
"You mean a you let him a kiss you?"
"Of course I did and very pleasant it was too, if you want to know."
Torilla opened her lips to expostulate. Then she asked herself how she could criticise Beryl after what had happened on her way South?
"We had better go to bed," Beryl said. "Papa is coming home tomorrow and after that the balloon will go up!"
"What do you mean by that?"
"Mama insisted on Papa being with her in London when the announcement of my engagement appeared in The Gazette. They will have been receiving congratulations all today and tomorrow and make no mistake about it, the hordes of callers will arrive here."
Beryl gave a little laugh.
"It will amuse me to see the people who have criticised me during the past few years now fawning at my feet. They will not wish to quarrel with the future Marchioness of Havingham!"
The two girls went up the stairs arm-in-arm and Beryl came with Torilla into her bedroom.
"I am longing to go on talking to you," she said, "but I am sure, dearest, that you are tired, and I must have my "beauty sleep"."
She glanced at her reflection in the mirror as she spoke as if to rea.s.sure herself that it was really unnecessary and then she remarked, "I expect Gallen also will arrive tomorrow and then you will see that all I have told you about him is not exaggerated."
She kissed Torilla, then opened the communicating door between the two rooms.
"Goodnight, my dear, good little Torilla. I am sorry I have shocked you! We must not forget your bridesmaid"s gown when we go to London. I want you to look very attractive, but I warn you, I brook no rivals!"
"As though anyone could rival you," Torilla replied as she had said to Abby.
"You would be surprised how many people try," Beryl retorted as she closed the door behind her.
The following day Torilla found that Beryl had not exaggerated when she had said that "the balloon would go up". From early in the morning grooms arrived with invitations, letters of congratulation, bouquets of flowers and presents.
Beryl was as excited about them as she had been with her Christmas gifts as a child.
"Read the flattering things old Lord G.o.dolphin says!" she exclaimed thrusting a letter into Torilla"s hand. "He is a ghastly old hypocrite. He has hated me ever since I was fifteen when he tried to kiss me and I punched him in the stomach."
"It is certainly a very pleasant letter," Torilla commented quietly.
"Toadying old fool!" Beryl exclaimed.
The presents were disappointing.
"That makes three silver entree dishes already! You would think people would realise that Gallen has the best family silver in England, most of which dates back to the reign of Charles II."
She pushed the entree dishes aside disdainfully.
"I suppose we can always use them for the dogs," she laughed.
There were a large number of people to add to the wedding list that Beryl had forgotten.
When the Earl of Fernleigh walked into the salon, it was to find not only lists scattered all over the floor, but also pieces of paper, boxes, presents and several bouquets of flowers.