"Of me, mostly, I fancy."
"How dull it must be for them!" Nina observed, and Kneedrock"s eyes, twinkled. He was really amused.
"Mustn"t it?" he chuckled. "d.a.m.nably! Still, you can see the picture.
Ideal subject for a _genre_ canvas. What?"
"Oh, perfect," agreed Nina, but she didn"t smile. She patted the hound"s head and answered the pathetic look in his appealing eyes.
"I"m afraid you"ve been unkind to her, Hal," she said presently.
"I"m afraid I have," he admitted. "I--" But he thought again and held his peace.
"Why?" she asked.
"Perforce. As a peer I"m bound to respect the laws of the realm. You didn"t, but I must."
"I thought--But you know what I thought."
"Poor Darling," he said cryptically. Still there was nothing cryptic about it to Nina. She quite understood.
"I"m very good now," she a.s.serted. "It"s hard, but I do try. You must know how I do try."
"Why don"t you keep out of temptation?" he asked, standing up. "Why don"t you run as I do?"
"I"ve already told you. There"s that in me which is too strong for my will. And the one man that could help me--won"t."
He tossed his great tawny head in signal of annoyance. "Tommyrot! You like it. You"ve got a cruel streak. That"s the whole explanation."
"I haven"t," she denied, with rising indignation. "I"m too tender-hearted. That"s half my trouble. When I meet a nice man who is hungry for my kisses I can"t deny him."
"And after you"ve given you cut his throat or blow his brains out. You are a national menace. You should be either locked up or banished."
She rose, and the hound beside her pressed against her legs.
"Are you going to Bellingdown?" she inquired, ignoring his outbreak.
"Kitty tells me she has asked you."
"I"m not sure. Are you?"
"Yes--on Thursday."
"Then I"ll not," he said decisively. "No house is big enough for both of us at the same time."
"I"ll promise not to eat you," she smiled.
"I"m not afraid of that. You"re too devilish careful of your digestion to undertake it. But you"ll be eating some other poor chap; and I don"t enjoy the spectacle."
"But if I promise to fast?"
"I don"t believe in your promises. You"ve broken every one you ever made me. No, I sha"n"t go down. You"ll have an open field."
But when Nina traveled down on the appointed day, accompanied by her maid, the black staghound, and innumerable bags and boxes, Nibbetts was the first man she met.
"One of the chauffeurs is ill and the other drunk," he explained, "so I volunteered to fetch you. They"ll send a groom down for your luggage later."
"But I must have a dinner-gown," she complained, "and suppose--"
"We can strap one box on behind, I fancy--if we must."
"We certainly must. I can"t pin all my hopes of a presentable first appearance to a stupid groom"s ideas of expediency and expedition."
He offered no explanation of his change of plan, and Nina forbore to ask him. It developed later, however, that he had already been at Bellingdown for two days.
The Duke and d.u.c.h.ess of Pemberwell were there, too--as were also Sir George and Lady Charlotte. Lord Bellingdown was at home for the shooting, but Waltheof was expected that evening.
"And that"s all?" asked Nina, to whom Nibbetts had conveyed this inclusive _personnel_ of the house-party.
"All at present," he answered. "There may be one or two more to-morrow for the week-end."
"You don"t know who?"
"I don"t know who. I"m sorry we can"t offer you better sport. The prospective prey so far is neither numerous nor promising. In decency, you know, you must keep your paws off Wally."
He was a distant cousin of Kitty Bellingdown and understood the situation thoroughly.
"I hate that man," said Nina. "Long, black, sardonic creature!"
"That reminds me," said Nibbetts. "What"s become of the hound?"
Mrs. Darling glanced back. "He"s following. Would you mind driving a little slower. Tara"s out of training."
"You"ll be late for tea."
"Bother the tea!" she exclaimed. "I can"t have the beast winded. My soldier of fortune would never forgive me."
Then Kneedrock did something to the gear and the car shot ahead faster than ever. So they reached the house in ample time, with Tara nowhere in sight.
"And I"ll never be able to replace him," Nina mourned. "The breed"s dying out."
"Like that of good women," growled Nibbetts.
Lady Bellingdown, coming forward in the hall to meet them, overheard: "Is he ballyragging you again, dear?" she asked, while Nina lifted her veil for the impending greeting. "He"s quite impossible."
"He"s ballyragging the s.e.x. We shall have to combine to crush him."
"Women will never combine on anything," was his gruff comment. "They"re too jealous of one another. The fight for suffrage is foredoomed."
Nina and Kitty kissed and said sweet things to each other, and the viscount turned away with a sneer and a scowl.