The journey from Montricheux to London accomplished, Ann was speeding through the familiar English country-side once more and finding it doubly attractive after her six months" sojourn abroad. The train slowed down to manipulate a rather sharp curve in the line as it approached Silverquay station, and she peered eagerly out of the window to see the place which was henceforth to mean home to her. She caught a fleeting glimpse of white cliffs, crowned with the waving green of woods, of the dazzling blue of a bay far below, and of a straggling, picturesque village which climbed the side of a steep hill sloping upward from the sh.o.r.e. Over all lay the warm haze of early July sunshine. Then the train ran into the station and she had eyes only for Robin"s tall, straight figure as he came striding along the platform to meet her.
Brother and sister resembled each other but slightly. In place of Ann"s tempestuous coppery hair Robin was endowed with sober brown, and for her golden-hazel eyes, with their changeful lights, nature had subst.i.tuted in him a pair of serious greenish-brown ones. But they were attractive eyes, for all that, with a steady, "trustable" expression in them that reminded one of the eyes of a nice fox terrier.
"Robin!" Ann sprang out of the railway-carriage and precipitated herself upon him with unconcealed delight. "Oh, my dear, how are you? Let me have a good look at you!"
She pushed him a little away from her and her eyes flashed over his face and figure searchingly. Then she nodded as though satisfied with her inspection. Whereas when she had last seen him he had limped a bit as a consequence of his wound, to-day he had crossed the platform with the old, easy, swinging stride of the pre-war Robin, and although his face was still rather on the thin side, it had lost the look of delicacy which, a year ago, had worried her considerably.
"Isn"t this all simply splendid, Robin?" she said gaily, as, after giving her luggage in charge of a porter, they made their way out of the station.
"Never tell me dreams don"t come true after this--if you dream them hard enough!"
He smiled down at her. Her spontaneous enthusiasm was infectious.
"It certainly looks as if they do," he agreed. "Here"s our trap. Jump in!"
She regarded the smart ralli-cart and bright bay cob with interest. The latter, held with difficulty by a lad Robin had left in charge, was dancing gently between the shafts, impatient to be off.
"_Our_ trap?" queried Ann.
"Yes. It goes with the cottage," explained Robin. "Coventry"s been awfully decent over everything. Of course, he provides me with a gee to get about on, but as soon as he heard I had a sister coming to live with me he sent down this pony and cart from his own stables. Naturally, I told him that that kind of thing wasn"t included in the bond, but he shut me up with the remark that no woman could be expected to settle down at the back of beyond unless she had something to drive."
"He must be an extremely nice young man," commented Ann, as she settled herself in the trap.
Robin gathered up the reins and they set off, the sleek little cob at once breaking into a sharp trot which carried them swiftly along the leafy country road.
"Coventry"s not very young," observed Robin, as they sped along. "Must be six or seven and thirty, at least. And I don"t think _you_ would describe him as "nice" if you"d met him. He"s very brusque in his manner at times, and I don"t fancy women figure much in his scheme of existence."
"Oh, well, he"s of no importance beyond being the source of a perfectly topping billet for you." Ann brushed the owner of Heronsmere off the map with an airy wave of her hand. "He"s quite at liberty to enjoy his womanless Eden as far as I"m concerned. Men--other than extremely nice brothers, of course!--are really far more bother than they"re worth.
They"re--they"re so _unexpected_"--with a swift recollection of the upsetting vagaries of mood exhibited by a certain member of the s.e.x.
Robin threw her a brief glance, then, drawing his whip lightly across the cob"s glossy flanks, he asked casually:
"And how did you leave the Brabazons?"
"They"re both looking very fit after three months in Switzerland, of course, but I think Tony found it a bit boring compared with Monte Carlo.
They came straight on to Montricheux from Mentone, you know."
"Tony still gambles as much as ever, then?"
Ann"s face clouded.
"I"m afraid he does," she acknowledged. "At least, whenever he gets the chance."
"Well, he won"t get much chance down at Lorne," remarked Robin philosophically.
"They"re not going down to Lorne yet. They go back to Audley Square till the end of this month. That"s quite long enough for Tony to get into trouble"--ruefully. "Lady Susan says he plays a lot in her nephew"s set--that"s the Brett Forrester Tony sometimes speaks of as such a fine bridge player."
"I"ve heard of Forrester from other people," observed Robin. "He"s got the reputation of being one of the most dare-devil gamblers in London--in every shape and form. Cards, horses, roulette--anything you like as long as it"s got the element of chance in it."
Ann"s brows drew together.
"That may be all right for Mr. Forrester. As Lady Susan says, he can afford to throw money away if he chooses. Tony can"t, you know. Sir Philip"s pretty strict over his allowance."
"I"m rather anxious to meet your Lady Susan," said Robin. "It was very decent of her to let you leave her almost at once like that."
"Lady Susan always _would_ do the decent thing, I think," returned Ann, smiling. "The other thing doesn"t seem to occur to her. You"ll meet her before long, as she comes straight home from Paris. Isn"t it strange that you should get this berth and that we should come to live quite close to her?"
""M. Rather a coincidence." Robin, occupied in restraining a sudden tendency on the part of the pony to frolic a little as they neared home, replied somewhat abstractedly. He was a good whip, and under his quiet handling the cob soon steadied down to a more reasonable gait and finally pulled up decorously at a green-painted gateway. A diminutive and hugely self-important young urchin, whom Ann learned later to know as Billy Brewster, the odd-job boy, appeared simultaneously and flew to the pony"s head, grasping his bridle with as much prompt.i.tude as if there were imminent danger of his bolting at sight. Billy"s ultimate ambition in life was to be a groom--he adored horses--and although, at present, the exigencies of fate ordained that boots, coals, and knives should be added to his lot, he proposed to lose no opportunity of acquiring the right touch of smartness requisite for his future profession.
Ann laughed as she pa.s.sed through the gate which Robin held open for her, while Billy touched his hat rapturously for the third time.
"Who is that fascinating imp?" she asked. "Is he one of our retainers, Robin?"
He nodded, smiling.
"That"s Billy. He does everything Maria doesn"t choose to do, in addition to grooming the horses. You will observe he is the complete groom--minus livery!"
Ann"s eager glance swept the low, two-storied cottage which faced her. It was a cosy, home-like looking little house, approached by a wide flagged path bordered with sweet, old-fashioned country flowers. One of its walls was half concealed beneath a purple mist of wistaria, while on the other side of the porch roses nodded their heads right up to the very eaves of the roof. From the green-clothed porch itself cl.u.s.tered trumpets of honeysuckle bloom poured forth their meltingly sweet perfume on the air.
And framed in the green and gold of the honeysuckle, her face wreathed in smiles, stood the comfortable figure of Maria Coombe.
Ann was conscious of a sudden tightening about her throat. The sight of Maria, with her shrewd, kindly eyes smiling above her plump pink cheeks, and her hands thrust deep into the big, capacious pockets of her snowy ap.r.o.n, just as she remembered her in the long-ago nursery days at Lovell, brought back a flood of tender memories--of the old home in Devon which she had loved so intensely, of Virginia, frail and sweet, filling the place of that dead mother whom she had never known, of all that had gone to make up the happy, care-free days of childhood.
"Maria!" With a cry Ann fled up the flagged path, and the nest moment Maria"s arms had enveloped her and she was coaxing and patting and hugging her just as she had done through a hundred childish tragedies in years gone by, with the soft, slurred Devon brogue making familiar music in Ann"s ears.
"There now, there now, miss dear, don"t "ee take on like that. "Tis a cup of tea you be wanting, sure"s I"m here. An" I"ve a nice drop of water nearing the boil to make it for you."
She drew Ann into the living-room--a pleasant sunshiny room with a huge open hearth that promised roaring fires when winter came--and whisked away into the back regions to brew the tea.
Ann smiled up at Robin rather dewily.
"Oh, Robin, we ought to be awfully happy here!" she exclaimed. As she spoke, like a shadow pa.s.sing betwixt her and the sun, came the memory of the morning at Montricheux, when she had been waiting for Lady Susan"s coming and some vague foreboding of the future had knocked warningly at the door of her consciousness. For a moment the walls of the little room seemed to melt away, dissolving into thick folds of fog which rolled towards her in ever darker and darker waves, threatening to engulf her. Instinctively she stretched out her hand to ward them off, but they only drew nearer, closing round her relentlessly. And then, just as she felt that there was no escape, and that they must submerge her utterly, there came the rattle of crockery, followed by Maria"s heavy tread as she marched into the room carrying the tea-tray, and the illusion vanished.
"There"s your tea, Miss Ann and Master Robin, an" some nice hot cakes as I"ve baked for you." Maria surveyed her handiwork with obvious satisfaction. "And I"m sure I wish you both luck and may a dark woman be the first to cross your threshold."
"You superst.i.tious old thing, Maria!" laughed Robin. "As if it could make twopenny-worth of difference whether a blonde or brunette called upon us first!"
"I don"t know nothing about blondes and brunettes, sir," replied Maria, with truth. "But they do say "twill bring you luck if so be a dark woman"s the first to cross your threshold after the New Year"s in, and it seems only reasonable that "twould be the same when you go into a new house."
Unfortunately Maria"s hopes were not destined to be fulfilled, as the first person to cross the threshold of Oldstone Cottage after Ann"s arrival was Caroline Tempest, the rector"s sister. "Miss Caroline," as she was invariably called by the villagers, was a flat-chested, colourless individual with one of those thin noses which seem to have grown permanently elongated at the point in the process of prying into other people"s business. Her hair, once flaxen, was now turning the ugly yellowish grey which is the fair woman"s curse, and her eyes were like pale blue china beads.
She appeared, accompanied by the rector, about half an hour after Maria had brought in tea, and seemed overwhelmed to discover that Ann herself had only just arrived.
"I really must apologise," she declared, in the voice of a superior person making a very generous concession. "I quite thought you were expecting your sister yesterday, Mr. Lovell. I told you so, didn"t I, Brian?" She appealed to her brother, who nodded rather unhappily. "And we thought we"d like to call as soon as possible and welcome you to the parish."
Ann didn"t believe a word of it.
"She knew perfectly well you were expecting me to-day," she declared when, later on, she and Robin found themselves alone again. "Though I haven"t the slightest doubt she told that nice brother of hers just what she wished him to believe. She simply wanted to have first look at me so as to be able to give the village to-morrow a full, true, and particular account of what I"m like."