Vixen understood him, and sudden tears welled up to her eyes--the first that had clouded them since her parting with Bullfinch. She brushed them away hurriedly, but not so quickly as to escape Captain Winstanley"s observation.
"If you"ll excuse me, mamma. I"ll run and dress for dinner," she said, "unless there is anything I can do for you. Your rooms are quite ready."
"I"m glad of that," replied Mrs. Winstanley fretfully; "for really after our reception at the railway-station, I expected to find everything at sixes and sevens."
"Dear mamma, you must know that was quite an accident."
"An accident very likely to occur when a young lady indulges in tete-a-tete forest rambles with an old friend, instead of waiting at home for her mother"s letters and telegrams," remarked Captain Winstanley, caressing his neat whisker with his irreproachable hand.
"What do you mean?" said Vixen, turning sharply upon him. "I went out alone this morning. Mr. Vawdrey and I met at the kennels by accident."
"A chapter of accidents," sneered the Captain. "I have no objection to make, Miss Tempest, if your mamma has none. But I am rather sorry for the young lady Mr. Vawdrey is going to marry."
"Mr. Vawdrey was my father"s friend, and will never cease to be mine,"
said Vixen, with flashing eyes. "There can be nothing offensive to Lady Mabel Ashbourne in our friendship."
She was gone before her stepfather could reply, or her mother reprove her want of respect for that new relative.
"I suppose I had better go and dress too," said Mrs. Winstanley, "and in the evening we can talk about our first dinner-party. I daresay we shall have a great many people calling to-morrow afternoon. It will be rather trying. There is such a painful feeling in being a bride and not a bride, as it were. People"s congratulations hardly sound hearty."
"I daresay they have rather a vapid flavour, like a warmed-up dinner,"
said the Captain. "That is the result of living in a neighbourhood where your first husband was known and popular. If we went among strangers, their congratulations would be a great deal heartier. But I hope you don"t begin to repent already, my dear Pamela."
"Conrad! How can you imagine such a thing?--after your delicate attentions, your devoted care of me during our tour. What dress shall I wear this evening? Do you like me best in blue or amber?"
"To my eye all colours suit you. But I think a woman"--he was going to say "of your age," but checked himself and subst.i.tuted--"in the maturity of her beauty looks best in velvet, or some rich and heavy material that falls in ma.s.sive folds, like the drapery in a portrait by Velasquez. A border of fur, too, is an artistic introduction in a woman"s dress--you see it often in Velasquez. Heavy old laces are, of course, always admirable. And for colour I like the warmer hues best--wine-dark purples or deep glowing reds; rich ruddy browns, with a knot of amber now and then for relief."
"How beautifully you talk," cried Mrs. Winstanley, delighted. "I only wish Theodore could hear you. It would give her new ideas; for, after all, the best dressmakers are _bornees_. It is too early in the year for velvet. I shall put on my dark green brocade with the old Flanders lace. I am so glad you like lace. It is my chief weakness. Even dear Edward, who was so generous, thought me a little extravagant in the matter of lace. But when one once begins to collect, the study is so interesting. One is led on."
"Good Heavens! is my wife a collector?" thought Captain Winstanley, horrified. "That must be put a stop to, or she will ruin me."
And then he wont off to his dressing-room rather wearily, to put on full-dress for a home dinner, a sacrifice to his new state of existence which he found very irksome. He would have liked to dine in a shooting-jacket, and smoke all the evening. But his smoking now, instead of pervading the whole house, as it had done in his snug bachelor quarters, was an indulgence to be taken out of doors, or in a room appointed for the purpose. He was not even to smoke in the fine old hall, for it was one of the family sitting-rooms, and Mrs.
Winstanley could not endure smoke.
"I am not at all fanciful or capricious," she told her husband early in the honeymoon, "but smoking is one of my horrors. I hope, dear Conrad, it is not too much to ask you never to smoke in any room I use."
Captain Winstanley pledged himself to respect this and every other wish of his wife"s. It was his policy to be subservient in small matters, in order to be master in essentials. But that daily dressing for dinner was something of a bore; and the dinners themselves--_tete-a-tete_ dinners, in which he had to take as much trouble to be amusing as at a dinner-party, had been apt to hang heavily upon him. He had even proposed dining at the _table-d"hote_, while they were on their Scotch travels, but this idea Mrs. Winstanley rejected with horror.
"I have never dined at a _table-d"hote_ in my life, Conrad," she exclaimed, "and I certainly should not begin during my wedding tour."
CHAPTER VIII.
On Half Rations.
Captain Winstanley entered upon his new position with a fixed determination to make the best of it, and with a very clear view of its advantages and disadvantages. For seven years he was to be master of everything--or his wife was to be mistress, which, in his mind, was exactly the same. No one could question his use of the entire income arising from Squire Tempest"s estates during that period. When Violet came of age--on her twenty-fifth birthday--the estates were to be pa.s.sed over to her _in toto;_ but there was not a word in the Squire"s will as to the income arising during her minority. Nor had the Squire made any provision in the event of his daughter"s marriage. If Violet were to marry to-morrow, she would go to her husband penniless. He would not touch a sixpence of her fortune until she was twenty-five. If she were to die during her minority the estate would revert to her mother.
It was a very nice estate, taken as a sample of a country squire"s possessions. Besides the New Forest property, there were farms in Wiltshire and Dorsetshire; the whole yielding an income of between five and six thousand a year. With such a revenue, and the Abbey House and all its belongings rent free, Captain Winstanley felt himself in a land of Canaan. But then there was the edict that seven years hence he was to go forth from this land of milk and honey; or, at any rate, was to find himself living at the Abbey House on a sorely restricted income.
Fifteen hundred a year in such a house would mean genteel beggary, he told himself despondently. And even this genteel beggary would be contingent on his wife"s life. Her death would rob him of everything.
He had a mind given to calculation, and he entered upon the closest calculations as to his future. He meant to enjoy life, of course. He had always done that to the best of his ability. But he saw that the chief duty he owed to himself was to save money; and to lay by against the evil inevitable day when Violet Tempest would despoil him of power and wealth. The only way to do this was by the cutting down of present expenses, and an immediate narrowing of the lines on which the Abbey House was being conducted; for the Captain had discovered that his wife, who was the most careless and incompetent of women as regards money matters, had been spending the whole of her income since her husband"s death. If she had not spent her money on society, she had spent it on travelling, on lace, on old china, on dress, on hothouse flowers, on a stable which was three times larger than she could possibly require, on a household in which there were a good many more cats than were wanted to catch mice, on bounties and charities that were given upon no principle, not even from inclination, but only because Squire Tempest"s widow had never been able to say No.
Captain Winstanley"s first retrenchment had been the sale of Bullfinch, for which n.o.ble animal Lord Mallow, a young Irish viscount, had given a cheque for three hundred guineas. This money the Captain put on deposit at his banker"s, by way of a nest-egg. He meant his deposit account to grow into something worth investing before those seven fat years were half gone.
He told his wife his views on the financial question one morning when they were breakfasting _tete-a-tete_ in the library, where the Squire and his family had always dined when there was no company. Captain and Mrs. Winstanley generally had the privilege of breakfasting alone, as Violet was up and away before her mother appeared. The Captain also was an early riser, and had done half his day"s work before he sat down to the luxurious nine-o"clock breakfast with his wife.
"I have been thinking of your ponies, pet," he said, in a pleasant voice, half careless, half caressing, as he helped himself to a salmon cutlet. "Don"t you think it would be a very wise thing to get rid of them?"
"Oh, Conrad!" cried his wife, letting the water from the urn overflow the teapot in her astonishment; "you can"t mean that! Part with my ponies?"
"My dear love, how often do you drive them in a twelvemonth?"
"Not very often, perhaps. I have felt rather nervous driving lately--carts and great waggon-loads of hay come out upon one so suddenly from cross-roads. I don"t think the waggoners would care a bit if one were killed. But I am very fond of my gray ponies. They are so pretty. They have quite Arabian heads. Colonel Carteret says so, and he has been in Arabia."
"But, my dear Pamela, do you think it worth while keeping a pair of ponies because they are pretty, and because Colonel Carteret, who knows about as much of a horse as I do of a megalosaurus says they have Arabian heads? Have you ever calculated what those ponies cost you?"
"No, Conrad; I should hate myself if I were always calculating the cost of things."
"Yes, that"s all very well in the abstract. But if you are inclined to waste money, it"s just as well to know how much you are wasting. Those ponies are costing yon at the least one hundred and fifty pounds a year, for you could manage with a man less in the stables if you hadn"t got them."
"That"s a good deal of money certainly," said Mrs. Winstanley, who hated driving, and had only driven her ponies because other people in her position drove ponies, and she felt it was a right thing to do.
Still the idea of parting with anything that appertained to her state wounded her deeply.
"I can"t see why we should worry ourselves about the cost of the stables," she said; "they have gone on in the same way ever since I was married. Why should things be different now?"
"Don"t you see that you have the future to consider, Pamela. This handsome income which you are spending so lavishly----"
"Edward never accused me of extravagance," interjected Mrs. Winstanley tearfully, "except in lace. He did hint that I was a little extravagant in lace."
"This fine income is to be reduced seven years hence to fifteen hundred a year an income upon which--with mine added to it--you could not expect to be able to carry on life decently in such a house as this. So you see, Pamela, unless we contrive between us to put by a considerable sum of money before your daughter"s majority, we shall be obliged to leave the Abbey House, and live in a much smaller way than we are living now."
"Leave the Abbey House!" cried Mrs. Winstanley with a horrified look.
"Conrad, I have lived in this house ever since I was married."
"Am I not aware of that, my dear love? But, all the same, you would have to let this place, and live in a much smaller house, if you had only fifteen hundred a year to live upon."
"It would be too humiliating! At the end of one"s life. I should never survive such a degradation."
"It may be prevented if we exercise reasonable economy during the next seven years."
"Sell my ponies, then, Conrad; sell them immediately. Why should we allow them to eat us out of house and home. Frisky shies abominably if she is in the least bit fresh, and Peter has gone so far as to lie down in the road when he has had one of his lazy fits."
"But if they are really a source of pleasure to you, my dear Pamela, I should hate myself for selling them," said the Captain, seeing he had gained his point.
"They are not a source of pleasure. They have given me some awful frights."
"Then we"ll send them up to Tattersall"s immediately, with the carriage."