A Double Knot Part 12

"Oh, hang it all, I can't stand this! There goes Malpas. He has seen them, and is making chase. Glen, I shall shoot that fellow, or run him through."

"What for, my boy?"

"Because he is always sitting upon me, and making fun of me at the mess.

Hang him! I hate him!"

"Don't take any notice of his banter," said Glen seriously, "and if he is very unpleasant, it is more dignified to suffer than to fall out.

Between ourselves, and in confidence, I advise you not to quarrel with Major Malpas. He can be very disagreeable when he likes."

"As if I didn't know! He was always hanging after our Renee--Mrs Frank Morrison, I mean."

"Indeed!"

"Before she was married, of course."

"Oh!"

"And used to treat me like a schoolboy. I hadn't joined then, you know."

"No, no, of course not," said the captain with a peculiar smile.

"But look at him. You can see his black moustache and hooked nose here.

He's going straight for them. Look, don't you see?"

"Well, yes, he does seem to be doing as you say. If he is, you may just thank your stars."

"Thank my stars? What for?"

"For his getting the snub that you would have received had you been so foolish as to go after those ladies--for they are ladies, d.i.c.k."

"Yes, of course, but it is horrible to be bested like this. Will you come?"

"No; and I won't let you go. Sit still, you little stupid, and--there, see how propitious the fates are to you!" he continued, as he saw something unnoticed by his little companion.

"What do you mean?"

"Why, the enemy."

"The enemy?"

"Well, the Amazonian brigade have seen the demonstration being made by the Major on their left flank, the officer in command has given the order, and they have countermarched and are returning by troops from the left."

"But are they coming back this way?"

"To be sure they are, and if you sit still you will be able to enfilade them as they retreat."

"Oh, please don't--pray don't, Glen, there's a good fellow!"

"My dear boy, don't what?"

"Don't light another cigar. Elderly ladies hate smoking, and you'll send them off in another direction. Besides, it's forbidden."

"Oh, very well, most inflammable of youths. I shall have to make this the subject of a despatch to mamma."

"Hus.h.!.+ be quiet. Don't seem to notice them, or they may turn off another way. I say, old Malpas is done."

"And you are able to deliver a charge without change of position."

It might have been from design, or it might have been pure accident, for ladies' pockets always do seem made to hold their contents unsafely.

Certain it was, however, that as the Honourable Misses Dymc.o.x marched stiffly by, closely followed by their nieces, all looking straight before them, and as if they were not enjoying their walk in the slightest degree, there was a glint of something white, and Clotilde's little old and not particularly fine handkerchief fell to the ground.

Glen saw it, and did not move.

Richard Millet did not see it for the moment, but as soon as it caught his eye he impulsively dashed from his seat, picked it up, and ran a few steps after the little party.

"Excuse me," he exclaimed.

"Oh, thank you," said Clotilde; and she stretched out her hand to take the handkerchief, but in a quick, un.o.btrusive way Miss Isabella interposed her thin stiff form, received the handkerchief from the young officer with a formal obeisance, and before he could recover from the paralysing chill of her severe look, the party had pa.s.sed on.

"But I had a good look at her," he cried excitedly, as he rejoined his companion.

"And that severe lady had a good look at you, d.i.c.k. What a cold, steely glance it was!"

"But did you see her eyes, Glen--dark as night!" he cried rapturously.

"Did you see the glance _she_ gave me?"

"No," said the young officer bluntly, "seemed to me as if she wanted her gla.s.ses;" and then to himself, "She is handsome, and if it were not conceited, I should say she was looking at me."

Volume 1, Chapter III.

CAPTAIN MILLET'S BROTHER'S WIFE.

Plump, blonde Lady Millet uttered an e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n and made a gesture of annoyance as she settled herself in a luxurious lounge.

"Now, do for goodness' sake wipe your eyes, Gertrude, and be sensible if you can! I declare it's enough to worry one to death. Once for all, I tell you I do not like these Huishes, and what your father could have been about to listen to your uncle Robert and bring that young man here I can't think."

Gertrude Millet forced back her tears, and bent lower over some work upon which she was engaged in the drawing-room of her father's house in Grosvenor Square.

"They are very plebeian sort of people, and they have no money; but because his father was an old friend of your uncle Robert's when he was a young man, this Mr John Huish must be invited here, and you, you silly child! must let him make eyes at you."

"Really, mamma--"

"Now do let me speak, Gertrude," said Lady Millet severely. "It is as I say, and I will not have it. Sentimentality does very well for low-cla.s.s people, but we have a position to maintain, and I have other views for you."

"But, mamma, you never thought Frank Morrison plebeian," said Gertrude, raising her bright grey eyes to bring them to bear on her dignified mother, who was arranging the lace about her plump white throat.

"My dear child, comparisons are odious, and at your age you should allow people to think for you. Does it ever occur to you that your mother's sole wish--the object for which she almost entirely lives--is to see her child happily settled in life? No, no; don't speak, please: you hurt me. I consented to your sister Renee's union with Frank for many reasons. Certainly his family is plebeian, but he is a young man whom I am rejoiced to see determined to make use of his wealth to his own elevation--to marry well, and be the founder of a new family of gentry."

"But I'm sure Renee is not happy, mamma."