Flora said she was and he frowned. "I must go. I ought not to have taken the holiday, but the temptation was strong. Now I must make up for the lost time."
"Your new business keeps you occupied?"
"Yes; it claims all my thought, though now and then I deny the claim.
The sea pulls and a boat"s a fascinating toy; but a time comes when one must put one"s toys away."
"For all that, you came to the regattas and won the cup."
Wyndham smiled and, for the moon was bright, Flora noted the reckless sparkle in his eyes.
"You know why I came and why I won the cup," he said. "Perhaps I"m vain, but I wanted you to see I could beat the others whose toys are all that occupy them. I have not their luck, and my object for coming drives me back to town. If I"m to realize my ambitions, I have got to work."
"Then you are ambitious?" Flora remarked and looked away.
"Very," he replied quietly. "I know my drawbacks and they must be removed. I have inherited the responsibilities of an embarra.s.sed house.
My job"s to repair its credit, wipe out debts, and make Wyndhams"
respected, as it was respected once. A big job, but the ambition behind it gives me driving force."
He paused and gave her a steady look. "Your father"s friends are merchants and shipowners. You know I have much to build up and something to live down."
Flora was quiet for a moment or two. She had heard her friends talk about Wyndhams" and it was plain that they thought the new head of the house something of an adventurer. For all that, she was moved. She liked his frankness and his resolution. Looking about, she saw Marston and a girl she knew cross the lawn, and was tempted to join them. Had it not been for the glamour of the moonlight and sparkling sea, she might have gone.
"I wish you luck again!" she said quietly.
"Ah," he said, "that will carry me far! Farther than you think, perhaps, because I am going away."
Flora moved abruptly and he saw she was disturbed.
"Where are you going? Will you stop long?" she asked, and Wyndham knew his chance had come. Her friends might blame him, but he meant to use his power.
"To begin with, I"m going to West Africa, and then to South and Central America. We have an old schooner in the Guinea coast and I expect to sail her across. She can creep into lagoons and call at beaches the steamers do not touch. Somebody must pull the house"s vanishing trade together and I am the head."
"But it"s a long ocean pa.s.sage and an unhealthy coast," Flora remarked, with a note of strain in her voice. Altogether she tried to be calm.
"All the same, I must go, and go soon," Wyndham replied.
He stopped because he knew he had said enough, and Flora pondered. She would miss him much and his going forced her to front a crisis she would sooner have put off. She knew he loved her and he had a strange fascination; he stood for romance and adventure, but she was fastidiously honest and now and then he jarred. She felt vaguely that there was something about him she did not like.
In the meantime, Marston and his companion came by again. The girl was a friend of Flora"s, but she pa.s.sed without a glance and Flora knew she disapproved. Somehow she wished her lover was like Bob Marston. Bob had no fascination; indeed, he was rather dull, but he was frank and honest and one trusted him. She knew she ought to join him and Mabel; there was danger in stopping, but she did not go. Harry would sail at daybreak and she would be lonely afterwards.
Marston and the girl went on, the music stopped, and Flora heard the drowsy splash of the tide. The moonlight sparkled on the strait and she felt a strange longing to be rash. One missed much unless one had pluck.
Then Wyndham put his hand on her arm and gave her a long ardent look.
"I am going away," he said. "I must go. For your sake, I must try to mend my damaged inheritance. Will you marry me when I come back?"
Flora hesitated until he put his arm round her and her doubts vanished.
Romance conquered and pa.s.sion swept her away. She yielded when he drew her to him, and gave back his kiss. Then he let her go as people came towards them and they crossed the lawn.
"My dear!" he said triumphantly. "I can conquer all my difficulties now and make your friends approve. You have given me a power I never had; I feel I can"t be stopped."
His eyes were very bright and he lifted his head. He looked unconquerable and his confidence was flattering. Flora"s doubts had gone. He was her acknowledged lover and she was very staunch.
"I must see your father when he gets back to town," Wyndham said presently. "The committee will keep him until too late to-night."
"Yes," said Flora with faint misgivings, "you must see him soon."
Wyndham"s eyes twinkled. "It"s possible he will get a jolt. I"ll own I was half afraid; but I fear nothing now."
"He loves me," Flora answered with a quiet look, and Wyndham said nothing, but pressed her arm.
They left the castle grounds for the quiet beach, and in the meantime Mabel Hilliard and Marston leaned against the rails on the pier. For a time the girl watched the water foam among the pillars and then looked up.
"Why didn"t you speak to Wyndham?" she asked.
Marston smiled. "I think the reason was plain; Harry didn"t want us. Why didn"t you speak to Flora?"
Mabel made a sign of impatience. "I wanted to, but this would have been different. Flora wouldn"t have suspected you were meddling."
"I see," said Marston. "I"m known to be dull; but I"m not so dull that I miss your meaning. Well, you know Harry Wyndham"s my friend."
They were lovers who used no reserve, and Mabel did not hesitate.
"Flora"s my friend," she said. "Do you always trust Wyndham?"
"If I didn"t trust him, he wouldn"t be my friend."
"In some ways, you"re very nice, Bob. But I"m afraid. Flora"s attracted by Wyndham. I wish she were not."
"Why? Don"t you like Harry?"
"It"s rather that I love Flora. She"s sincere and proud. She"s fastidious; I think I mean she"s scrupulously honorable."
"Then you imply that Harry is not?" Marston asked, with a touch of sternness.
"No, I don"t altogether imply this; but I feel he is not the man for Flora."
"Well," said Marston quietly, "I have known Harry long. He"s clever and generous; he has pluck and when strain comes is his best. I know what some folks think about him, and Harry knows his handicap. The Wyndhams were rather a wild lot, the family business was drifting on the rocks, and the character of its recent head was not good. All this is a load for Harry, but he"ll run straight, and I feel my job is to help him out."
Mabel was not much comforted, but she gave him a smile.
"If he is going to marry Flora, I want you to help him," she replied.
They went off and some time afterwards Wyndham came along the pier. The fireworks were over and the crowd had gone, but a group of men stood about some steps that led to a narrow stage where the yachts" boats were moored. The tide ran fast, foaming against the iron pillars, but the promenade above threw a dark shadow on the water. Wyndham stopped at the steps and tried to see if _Red Rose_"s dinghy was tied among the rest.
It was too dark; all he could distinguish was a row of boats that swung about. Then young Chisholm pushed past.
"The weed on the steps is slippery and I"m not going down. A yachtsman jumps into a punt," he said.
A yacht"s punt is small and generally unstable, and to jump on board needs skill. Marston came up and seized Chisholm"s shoulder.