Thereby Hangs a Tale Part 25

"And leave Aunt Matty to say disagreeable things to you. Then I shall stay, too."

"No, no, dear, go--to please me," said Lady Rea; and the girl ran off.

The waggonette was round, and Sir Hampton was drawing on his gloves, the image of punctuality, when Fin came rus.h.i.+ng down, closely followed by her sister, and the party started for the little station town, Saint Kitt's, pa.s.sing on the road another handsome new waggonette, with a fine, well-paced pair of horses.

"I wonder whose turn-out that is?" said Sir Hampton. "Strange thing that everybody gets better horses than I do."

"I know whose it is," said Fin, demurely.

"Whose?" said Sir Hampton.

"Daren't say," replied Fin. "Ask Edward. Edward!" she cried, "whose carriage is that?"

"Think it's Mr Trevor's, ma'am," said the footman, touching his hat.

"Er-rum," e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Sir Hampton, and Fin nudged her sister and made her colour.

The box was at the station, and it was put in the waggonette by a tall porter, whom Fin spoke of to her sister as the signal post, and then she proposed that they should wait and see if anything would come by the train due in a few minutes.

Now, Sir Hampton expected something by that train, but he had been so crossed that day, and was in such a contrary mood, that he exclaimed--

"Er-rum, absurd; certainly not. Drive back at once."

Fin made a grimace at her sister, who replied with a look of remonstrance; Sir Hampton sat back and frowned at the landscape, as if he thought it too green; and away they bowled just as the whistle of the engine was heard in the distance.

Something has been said before about the Cornish lanes, and the way in which the granite bones of Mother Nature peer out and form b.u.t.tresses to the banks, huge pillars, and mighty corners. The lane they were traversing on their way back was not one of the least rugged, though the road was good; and they had gone at a pretty sharp trot for about a mile, when a cart came rattling along just at a turn of the road where it was narrow; and in making way--_click_! the box of one wheel caught against a granite b.u.t.tress pushed forth from the bank, the wheel wriggled about, and fifty Yards farther came off and went trundling down the hill--the coachman fortunately pulling his horses up short, so that the waggonette sidled over against the ferny bank, and no one was hurt.

"Such abominable driving," exclaimed Sir Hampton.

"Very sorry, sir," said the coachman.

"Oh, pa, it was those other people's fault. I saw it all," said Fin.

The coachman gave her a grateful look, and the footman helped all to alight.

Five minutes' inspection showed that the wheel was so much injured that it would take time to repair, and there was nothing for it but to send to the little town to get a.s.sistance.

"Shall I send Edward with one horse, Sir Hampton, and ride the other home and fetch the barouche."

"Yes--no--yes," said Sir Hampton, waking to the fact that they were yet eight miles from home, and he had done quite as much walking as he cared for in one day.

At this moment the sound of wheels was heard, and the waggonette they had before pa.s.sed came up, evidently from the station, with two gentlemen inside, the coachman pulling up on seeing that there was an accident, while the gentlemen leaped out.

"I trust," said the elder, raising his hat, "that no one is hurt."

"Er-rum! none; no one," said Sir Hampton, stiffly.

"What misfortune!" said the younger, fixing his gla.s.s in his eye, and looking in a puzzled way at the ladies. "Under circ.u.mstances, Vanleigh?"

"Yes, of course," said the other, and then raising his hat to the ladies, "as my friend here observes. You will allow me to place the carriage at your disposal?"

Sir Hampton looked at the speaker, then at the carriage, then at his own. That was Trevor's carriage, but these were strangers, and he was not obliged to know. His legs ached; it was a long while to wait; and he was still pondering when the first speaker said--

"Allow me," and offered his arm to Tiny, who glanced at her father, and seeing no commands against the act, suffered herself to be led to the whole waggonette, the other stranger offering his arm to Fin, who just touched it, and then leapt in beside her sister.

"Will you follow, Mr--Mr--?"

"Er-rum! Sir Hampton Rea, at your service, gentlemen," said the knight, stiffly.

"I beg pardon, Sir Hampton--strangers, you see. My friend here is Sir Felix Landells; my name is Vanleigh--Captain Vanleigh."

"Guards," said Sir Felix, in the midst of a good deal of formal bowing; and then, all being seated, the waggonette drove off, Sir Hampton, in the conversation which ensued, being most careful to avoid any reference to the destination of his new friends, merely requesting to be set down at the end of the lane leading to Tolcarne, the party separating amidst a profusion of bows.

"What a pair of dandies!" said Fin.

"A most refined gentleman that Captain Vanleigh," said Sir Hampton.

"What did you think of the other one, dad?" said Fin.

"Aristocrat. Er-rum! aristocrat," said Sir Hampton. "Blue blood there, for a certainty. I hope they'll call. By the way, Tiny, I thought you unnecessarily cold and formal."

"Did you, papa?" said Tiny. "Indeed, I did not mean to be so."

Here they reached the hall, and the girls went to their room.

"Dad's hooked," said Fin, throwing herself into a chair. "Tiny, that dandy would come to grief if I knew him long. I should feel obliged to singe his horrid little sticky mustachios; and as for the other--oh, how I could snub him if he looked and talked at me as he did at you."

"I sincerely hope," said Tiny, "that we shall never see them again."

Volume 1, Chapter XIV.

POLLY'S TROUBLES.

"By the way, Pratt," said Trevor, as they were strolling through the grounds, "what aged man should you take Vanleigh to be?"

"Close upon forty," said Pratt; "but he takes such care of himself, and dresses so young, that he keeps off the a.s.saults of old Father Time."

"He can't be so old as that," said Trevor, thoughtfully; "and yet he must begetting on. He was much older than we were, you know, in the old days."

"Yes," said Pratt; "bless him, I love Van dearly. I suppose they'll be here soon. H'm!"

"Eh?" said Trevor.

"I said H'm!" replied Pratt.

"Yes, I know," said Trevor, laughing; "but what does H'm mean?"

"Shall I make mischief, or shan't I? Well, I don't know that it would be making mischief, for it seems quite natural."