"That I should care for you."
"It"s the first time you"ve told me," she reminded him, with a queer little smile. "Oh, forgive me, please! I didn"t mean to say that.
I don"t want to have you tell me so. It"s all too ridiculous and impossible."
"Is it? And why?"
"I have only known you for three days."
"We can make up for that."
"But I don"t--care about you. I have never thought of any one in that way. It is absurd," she went on.
"You"ll have to, sometime or other," he declared. "I"ll take you travelling with me, show you the world, new worlds, unnamed rivers, untrodden mountains. Or do you want to go and see where the little brown people live among the mimosa and the cherry blossoms? I"ll take you so far away that this place and this life will seem like a dream."
Her breath caught a little.
"Don"t, please," she begged. "You know very well--or rather you don"t know, perhaps, but I must tell you--that I couldn"t. I am here, tied and bound, and I can"t escape."
"Ah! dear, don"t believe it," he went on earnestly. "There isn"t any bond so strong that I won"t break it for you, no knot I won"t untie, if you give me the right."
They were climbing slowly on to the tee. He stepped forward and pulled her up. Her hand was cold. Her eyes were raised to his, very softly yet almost pleadingly.
"Please don"t say anything more," she begged. "I can"t--quite bear it just now. You know, you must remember--there is my mother. Do you think that I could leave her to struggle alone?"
His caddy, who had teed the ball, and who had regarded the proceedings with a moderately tolerant air, felt called upon at last to interfere.
"We"d best get on," he remarked, pointing to two figures in the distance, "or they"ll say we"ve cut in."
Hamel smote his ball far and true. On a more moderate scale she followed his example. They descended the steps together.
"Love-making isn"t going to spoil our golf," he whispered, smiling, as he touched her fingers once more.
She looked at him almost shyly.
"Is this love-making?" she asked.
They walked together from the eighteenth green towards the club-house.
A curious silence seemed suddenly to have enveloped them. Hamel was conscious of a strange exhilaration, a queer upheaval of ideas, an excitement which nothing in his previous life had yet been able to yield him. The wonder of it amazed him, kept him silent. It was not until they reached the steps, indeed, that he spoke.
"On our way home--" he began.
She seemed suddenly to have stiffened. He looked at her, surprised. She was standing quite still, her hand gripping the post, her eyes fixed upon the waiting motor-car. The delicate softness had gone from her face. Once more that look of partly veiled suffering was there, suffering mingled with fear.
"Look!" she whispered, under her breath. "Look! It is Mr. Fentolin! He has come for us himself; he is there in the car."
Mr. Fentolin, a strange little figure lying back among the cushions of the great Daimler, raised his hat and waved it to them.
"Come along, children," he cried. "You see, I am here to fetch you myself. The sunshine has tempted me. What a heavenly morning! Come and sit by my side, Esther, and fight your battle all over again. That is one of the joys of golf, isn"t it?" he asked, turning to Hamel. "You need not be afraid of boring me. To-day is one of my bright days. I suppose that it is the sunshine and the warm wind. On the way here we pa.s.sed some fields. I could swear that I smelt violets. Where are you going, Esther?"
"To take my clubs to my locker and pay my caddy," she replied.
"Mr. Hamel will do that for you," Mr. Fentolin declared. "Come and take your seat by my side, and let us wait for him. I am tired of being alone."
She gave up her clubs reluctantly. All the life seemed to have gone from her face.
"Why didn"t mother come with you?" she asked simply.
"To tell you the truth, dear Esther," he answered, "when I started, I had a fancy to be alone. I think--in fact I am sure--that your mother wanted to come. The sunshine, too, was tempting her. Perhaps it was selfish of me not to bring her, but then, there is a great deal to be forgiven me, isn"t there, Esther?"
"A great deal," she echoed, looking steadily ahead of her.
"I came," he went on, "because it occurred to me that, after all, I had my duties as your guardian, dear Esther. I am not sure that we can permit flirtations, you know. Let me see, how old are you?"
"Twenty-one," she replied.
"In a magazine I was reading the other day," he continued, "I was interested to observe that the modern idea as regards marriage is a changed one. A woman, they say, should not marry until she is twenty-seven or twenty-eight--a very excellent idea. I think we agree, do we not, on that, Esther?"
"I don"t know," she replied. "I have never thought about the matter."
"Then," he went on, "we will make up our minds to agree. Twenty-seven or twenty-eight, let us say. A very excellent age! A girl should know her own mind by then. And meanwhile, dear Esther, would it be wise, I wonder, to see a little less of our friend Mr. Hamel? He leaves us to-day, I think. He is very obstinate about that. If he were staying still in the house, well, it might be different. But if he persists in leaving us, you will not forget, dear, that a.s.sociation with a guest is one thing; a.s.sociation with a young man living out of the house is another. A great deal less of Mr. Hamel I think that we must see."
She made no reply whatever. Hamel was coming now towards them.
"Really a very personable young man," Mr. Fentolin remarked, studying him through his eyegla.s.s. "Is it my fancy, I wonder, as an observant person, or is he just a little--just a little taken with you, Esther? A pity if it is so--a great pity."
She said nothing, but her hand which rested upon the rug was trembling a little.
"If you have an opportunity," Mr. Fentolin suggested, dropping his voice, "you might very delicately, you know--girls are so clever at that sort of thing-convey my views to Mr. Hamel as regards his leaving us and its effect upon your companionship. You understand me, I am sure?"
For the first time she turned her head towards him.
"I understand," she said, "that you have some particular reason for not wishing Mr. Hamel to leave St. David"s Hall."
He smiled benignly.
"You do my hospitable impulses full justice, dear Esther," he declared.
"Sometimes I think that you understand me almost as well as your dear mother. If, by any chance, Mr. Hamel should change his mind as to taking up his residence at the Tower, I think you would not find me in any sense of the word an obdurate or exacting guardian. Come along, Mr.
Hamel. That seat opposite to us is quite comfortable. You see, I resign myself to the inevitable. I have come to fetch golfers home to luncheon, and I compose myself to listen. Which of you will begin the epic of missed putts and bra.s.sey shots which failed by a foot to carry?"
CHAPTER XXIV
Hamel sat alone upon the terrace, his afternoon coffee on a small table in front of him. His eyes were fixed upon a black speck at the end of the level roadway which led to the Tower. Only a few minutes before, Mr.
Fentolin, in his little carriage, had shot out from the pa.s.sage beneath the terrace, on his way to the Tower. Behind him came Meekins, bending over his bicycle. Hamel watched them both with thoughtful eyes. There were several little incidents in connection with their expedition which he scarcely understood.
Then there came at last the sound for which he had been listening, the rustle of a skirt along the terraced way. Hamel turned quickly around, half rising to his feet, and concealing his disappointment with difficulty. It was Mrs. Seymour Fentolin who stood there, a little dog under each arm; a large hat, gay with flowers, upon her head. She wore patent shoes with high heels, and white silk stockings. She had, indeed, the air of being dressed for luncheon at a fashionable restaurant. As she stooped to set the dogs down, a strong waft of perfume was shaken from her clothes.