False Colours Part 7

Now, just you think! I do know that his lords.h.i.+p drove off through the main gates, but which way he took when he reached the lane I don't know, and even if I was to discover that, cunning-like, from Tugby, at the lodge, it's my belief it wouldn't do us a bit of good. If he turned left-handed, it looks like he was making for the London road, but I don't think he did, because I took that road myself, only a couple of hours after his lords.h.i.+p drove off, and the pike-keeper where you come out on to the post-road knows both him and me, and not a word did he say about having seen my lord when he opened the pike to let me through. Seems to me it's more likely he turned right-handed when he got to the lane, but that don't do us a bit of good neither. You know as well as I do, Mr Kit, that it's not more than five miles till you get to the end of the lane that way and only a step from the village. If I was to start inquiring after his lords.h.i.+p at that pike, we'd have the busyhead that keeps it flas.h.i.+ng the gab in an ant's foot, which would send my lord up into the boughs when he got to hear about it.'

'There are other pikes and toll-gates on the road,' Kit said shortly.

'To be sure there are, sir, and a very busy road it is,' agreed Challow. 'Was you thinking of sending me to ask at all the gates and pikes up and down it, which ain't near enough to Ravenhurst for the keepers to recognize his lords.h.i.+p? Because it wouldn't fit, Master Kit! Who's going to remember one phaeton more or less a fortnight back? Ay, and even if I did get wind of his lords.h.i.+p how would I know whether he didn't perhaps turn off the post-road somewheres? I tell you, sir, it ain't no manner of use: he could be anywhere!'

'I'm well aware of that,' Kit replied, keeping his eyes on the road ahead. 'I don't know where to look for him, even if I weren't masquerading, because I don't know his habits, or the company he has been keeping. But don't you know, Challow?' The groom did not answer; and, after a moment, Kit glanced at him, and saw that he was frowning.

'Come, man, unb.u.t.ton!' he commanded. 'You surely can't suppose that my brother would want you to keep anything a secret from me!'

'It ain't that, Master Kit,' Challow said, shaking his head. 'The mischief is I don't know-not by a long chalk! That ain't to say I haven't had my suspicions, the same as Fimber has, but whenever his lords.h.i.+p goes off on one of his revel-routs he don't take either of us with him, nor he don't say where he's off to. It queers me why he should tip us the double like he does, because there's nothing we could do to stop him going the pace.'

Kit let this pa.s.s. He found nothing remarkable in Evelyn's desire to shake off his fond but censorious guardians when he was bent on adventures of which they would strongly and vociferously disapprove; but as no useful purpose would be served by entering into discussion of this he merely said: 'He may not tell you where he's off to, but I'll swear it's a guinea to a gooseberry that you know!'

'Not properly I don't, sir. I've got my reasons for thinking there's a ladybird in Brighton he used to have dealings with, and another one at Tunbridge Wells. It did cross my mind, when he went off alone from Ravenhurst, that that's where he was bound for.

Well, I don't mind owning to you, sir, that when he didn't come home to London when he was looked for, what with her ladys.h.i.+p getting in a twitter, and him being engaged to dine at my Lord Stavely's, I took it upon myself to hop on to the stage, and see if I couldn't get news of him at the Wells. I didn't say anything about it to her ladys.h.i.+p, nor to you neither, Mr Kit, because I'll take my oath my lord ain't there, nor hasn't been.

They hadn't seen him at the Suss.e.x, nor the Kentish, nor even the New Inn: that's certain-sure! I got into talk with the ostlers, for if my lord had stabled his grays at any of the inns they wouldn't have been forgotten, even if he was! You ain't seen them yet, but I give you my word they're complete to a shade! Perfect in all their paces! Four of the tidiest ones you ever clapped eyes on, sir!'

'What about the livery-stables?' interrupted Kit.

'No, sir-not at any which my lord would have trusted with that team. Naturally I thought of that, when I got to wondering if perhaps he'd set his peculiar up private, and wasn't putting up at an inn at all.' He coughed discreetly, adding, on a note of apology: 'If I'm not speaking too free, Master Kit!'

Kit paid no heed to this, but said, frowning ahead of him: 'My brother wouldn't have remained with one of his peculiars at such a time as this.'

' Just what I think myself, sir!' said Challow. 'Not when he's made up his mind to step into parson's mousetrap he wouldn't! He's not of that cut-let alone the danger of it! Tunbridge Wells! Lord, I saw with my own eyes upwards of half-a-dozen people there that his lords.h.i.+p knew well!'

Kit nodded, and relapsed into silence. The problem of his erratic twin's whereabouts seemed insoluble; for the only explanation that occurred to him was that Evelyn, who had certainly gone off to redeem Lady Denville's brooch, must have found that Lord Silverdale had left Brighton, and had decided to follow him to his Yorks.h.i.+re estates. But no sooner had he admitted this thought into his mind than he was struck by its improbability. If Evelyn, pressed for time, as he must have known he was, had undertaken such a journey, he would not have set forth in his phaeton. Nor could there have been any reason to account for his having taken such care to rid himself of his valet. It was equally unlikely that he would not have failed to apprise Lady Denville of his intention. He might well have driven himself to London-but why leave Challow behind?-and gone on from there by post-chaise; but that he had not done so was proved by the absence of his grays from their stable.

Kit was recalled from these ruminations by Challow, who presented him with a fresh problem. 'Begging your pardon, Mr Kit,' said that worthy, 'but what was you meaning to do at Ravenhurst?'

'Do?' repeated Kit, whose only thought so far had been to escape from a locality so fraught with peril as London. 'I don't know-what should I do? Fish-shoot a few wood pigeons and rabbits!'

'Ah!' said Challow, in the voice of one who had foreseen this answer. 'I'm sure I wouldn't want to 'throw a rub in your way, sir, but if you want to gammon everyone into believing you're his lords.h.i.+p you won't go fis.h.i.+ng! That ain't by any means his lords.h.i.+p's notion of sport!'

Kit, who had momentarily forgotten Evelyn's dislike of fis.h.i.+ng, felt much inclined to d.a.m.n his lords.h.i.+p. He quelled the impulse, but said, with a touch of exasperation: 'You've only to add that as I'm nothing like as good a shot as my brother, land must therefore not take a gun out, to tip me a final settler! Don't put yourself to the trouble of doing it, but tell me instead what the devil I am going to do!'

'Now, now!' responded Challow, indulgently chiding. 'There's no call for you to take a pet, Master Kit! All I'm saying is that if you do take a gun out you don't want anyone to go with you-no loader, nor Mr Willey, which is my lord's new gamekeeper.

You ain't seen him yet, nor he won't know you from my lord, if he don't see you shooting.'

'Thank you!' said Kit, a reluctant grin banis.h.i.+ng his frown. 'Stop depressing my pretensions, and tell me who is likely to recognize me at Ravenhurst!'

'I been thinking of that, sir, and it don't seem to me that anyone will, barring Mrs Pinner-and seeing as how she lives in the cottage by the west gates now I dare say you could keep out of her way.'

He sounded doubtful, but Kit had no doubt at all that there was no possibility of keeping out of his old nurse's way. He exclaimed: 'Keep out of Pinny's way? I don't mean to try! If I can't trust her, there's no one, not even my mother, whom I can trust!'

That's true enough,' agreed Challow. 'What's more, sir, if anyone was to get a suspicion you wasn't his lords.h.i.+p-not that I think anyone will, for the new butler, which my lord engaged a year ago, when it got to be beyond old Mr Brigg to be jauntering up and down from London, ain't never laid eyes on you, and he don't know his lords.h.i.+p very well neither, for, barring the couple of nights we spent at Ravenhurst a fortnight back, my lord hasn't been next or nigh the place since he was here in November, with a party, for the shooting-however, if he did happen to be more of a downy one than I take him for, he won't think no more about it when me, and Fimber, and Mrs Pinner carry on as though everything was natural and above-board. Well, why should he, Master Kit? No one that didn't know you like we do would ever think of you taking it into your head to run a rig like this!'

Kit opened his mouth to refute the suggestion that he had ever taken any such idea into his head, but shut it again, as he remembered that it had been his own light-hearted words which had put it into his mama's head.

Perceiving that the unwonted frown had deepened on his young master's brow, Challow said encouragingly: 'Now, you don't need to get into the hips, sir, only because I've dropped a warning in your ear! You carry it with a high hand, and you'll do!'

It seemed, when they reached Ravenhurst, that he was right. Since his arrival was unexpected, he found the great gates shut. Tugby, whom he had known all his life, came out of the lodge, looking startled, when Challow blew a sharp summons on the yard of tin, but as soon as he saw Kit he hurried forward to open the gates, ejaculating, 'My lord! Well, I never did!'

'Didn't expect to see me again so soon, did you?' said Kit cheerfully.

'No, that I didn't, my lord! But I'm mighty glad you've come back. We don't see enough of you these days.' He set wide one half of the gate, and returned to pull back the other, looking up at Kit, and saying: 'And have you had word from Mr Christopher, my lord? I hope he's well?'

'Yes: he's in prime twig-and sends his remembrances to all his old friends here.'

'Ah, we want him home, don't we, my lord?' said Tugby. 'It don't seem right to see you here without him.'

Driving through the park, along the well-kept avenue, very much the same thought was in Kit's mind. Ravenhurst was the home of his boyhood, and he loved it; but all his memories of it were so inseparably linked with his twin that the place seemed empty without him, and even a little strange.

Half-ashamed to find himself sentimentalizing, he tried to shake off his depression, and to take pleasure instead in seeing that although it had seldom been visited since his father's death everything was in excellent order. But when he entered the house the feeling of emptiness was oppressive, and made him regret that he had come back to it alone. It had little to do with Evelyn, as he realized. When the family was in residence, upwards of twenty indoor servants were employed; and he could scarcely remember a time when no guests had been entertained there; and since the household had always known when to expect my lord and my lady he had never before found the saloons and the drawing-rooms shrouded in holland covers. He thought it was enough to cast the most cheerful person into gloom, and wondered for how long he would be obliged to remain there. He also wondered, and with a flicker of amus.e.m.e.nt, for how long his mother would bear it. She frankly disliked country life; and the only things that made her sojourns at Ravenhurst tolerable were a succession of visitors, and its proximity to Brighton.

His arrival threw the reduced staff into some disorder, but neither the new butler, nor his wife, showed the smallest disposition to question his ident.i.ty. He said, quite in Evelyn's careless manner, that he supposed he must have forgotten to tell them that he meant to return within a few days; and added, by the way, that her ladys.h.i.+p would be joining him the following week. These tidings appeared to stun the butler; but Mrs Norton, her eyes kindling with housewifely fervour, instantly began to formulate a number of plans for my lady's reception, and to ask so many questions about the number of servants my lady meant to bring down with her from London, that Kit very soon escaped from the house, and walked across the park to visit his old nurse.

As he had expected, she recognized him, if not as soon as she saw him, the instant he spoke to her. She gave him a fond welcome; asked him several searching questions about his health, recalling to his memory various childish disorders which he had long since forgotten; and accepted, with no more than a shake of her head, and a disapproving click of the tongue, the intelligence that he was impersonating Evelyn. But when she discovered (after some still more searching questions) that the masquerade had been forced on him by the inexplicable disappearance of his brother, he found her far more sympathetic than any of the three other conspirators. She exclaimed: 'Oh, if ever there was such a whisky-frisky, downright naughty boy-! Never you mind, Master Kit-dear! I'll give him a good rake-down when I see him. The idea of him getting up to his tricks at his age, and just when he's going to be married, too! But don't you fret, my dearie: no one will know you; and, as for his lords.h.i.+p, you should know better than to get into the fidgets over him! If he's in a sc.r.a.pe, mark my words if he don't save his groats, and come safe home, bless him!'

Kit was not surprised to find that his nurse knew of Evelyn's matrimonial plans; but when he presently learned from Fimber, whom he found unpacking his valise in the bedroom in the west wing of the house, which Evelyn had inhabited a fortnight before, that the rest of the household was similarly well-informed, he could not help wondering whether any secret could be kept from servants, particularly such a perilous secret as his own. Fimber seemed to be untroubled by doubts; but he said, as he set out Kit's brushes on the dressing-table, that he had been thinking the matter over, and had reached certain conclusions.

Eyeing him with misgiving, Kit demanded: 'What conclusions?'

'Well, sir,' responded Fimber, 'it must be remembered that it has become extremely unusual for his lords.h.i.+p to visit Ravenhurst, so that your arrival today has given rise to a good deal of curiosity. In any ordinary circ.u.mstances, as I hope I don't need to a.s.sure you, I should instantly give the Nortons a heavy set-down, but in this case I felt it would be better to drop a hint to them.'

'A hint of what?' said Kit, with even greater misgiving.

'Of your approaching nuptials, sir-a.s.suming that you are his lords.h.i.+p,' said Fimber, tenderly laying a pile of s.h.i.+rts on one of the wardrobe shelves. 'Naturally, rumours of the event had reached Ravenhurst some time since, but I had not previously confirmed these.'

'Oh, you hadn't?'

'No, sir,' said Fimber imperturbably. 'It is not my practice to go beyond the bounds of commonplace civility when conversing with the Nortons. Very respectable people, I dare say, but mere newcomers. I apprehended that they would try to discover from me what had brought you back to Ravenhurst, and I was prepared to meet with astonishment-not to say disbelief, Mr Christopher.'

'What the devil did you tell them?'

'That you wished to look into things here, sir-as was agreed before we left the Metropolis. It is perfectly well-known to everyone that it is my lord's uncle who holds the reins, and that my lord won't concern himself in any way with what he doesn't feel to be his own. So I was obliged, Mr Christopher, to drop a hint that there would shortly be Changes at Ravenhurst.'

'Did that satisfy the Nortons?'

'Oh, yes, sir! Quite excited they are, hoping that her young ladys.h.i.+p may take a fancy to the place, and persuade my lord to open up all the rooms, like they should be, and like they always were when his late lords.h.i.+p was alive-not that they know anything about that, except by hearsay. If I might make a suggestion, you should tell Mrs Norton to have her ladys.h.i.+p's apartments got ready for you to inspect-as if you was planning to refurnish them, sir.'

Kit raised no objection to this; but he looked suspiciously at Fimber, well aware that the precision of his speech, and the wooden manner he had a.s.sumed boded a further, and certainly less palatable suggestion. He said: 'I can do that easily enough, but you may as well tell me now as later what else you've got in mind.'

'I beg your pardon, sir?'

'Stop hiding your teeth!' commanded Kit. 'You don't ride on my back, so don't think it! What's up your sleeve?'

'I'm sure I don't know what you may mean, sir. It merely occurs to me that it would be a good thing if you was to send for your bailiff, to discuss all the business of the place with you. But no doubt you've already thought of that.'

'I've done no such thing!' said Kit forcefully. 'Send for Goodleigh-who is not my bailiff-to discuss my brother's affairs with him? Thank you! that would be beyond everything!'

'Then you'd as well turn tail at once, Mr Christopher, for n.o.body's going to believe you've come down to look into things if you don't look into them!' retorted Fimber, reverting to his usual manner. 'That would be just the very thing to set people wondering, that would! There's no need for such a humdurgeon. Why shouldn't you talk to Mr Goodleigh about the estate, and ride round with him, maybe? If you mean to tell me his lords.h.i.+p would take a huff, all I can say is that it ain't for you to accuse me of hiding my teeth, sir! You know as well as I do that his lords.h.i.+p would bid you do as you thought fit, and welcome!'

'Yes, I dare say, but-'

'You're blue-devilled, Mr Christopher: that's what's amiss!' interrupted Fimber bracingly. 'And no one could wonder at it, with the house like a tomb, and you missing his lords.h.i.+p, as I'll be bound you are. You'll feel more the thing when you've eaten your dinner. It seems his lords.h.i.+p didn't use any of the rooms but those in this wing when he was here, so I told Norton you'd do likewise. The library has been made ready for you, and dinner will be served you in the Green Parlour, so you go down, sir, and be comfortable!'

A short but excellent dinner certainly relieved Kit's depression, but it did nothing to lessen his reluctance to obtain access to the bailiff's records by what could only be regarded as a cheat. He would have found it hard to explain the repugnance he felt, for he had nothing to gain, and he knew even better than Fimber that so far from objecting to his conduct Evelyn would be very much more likely to demand to know what the devil he meant by imagining that he could object to it. The feeling of distaste lingered, however, and if his hand had not been forced he would have evaded an encounter with the bailiff.

But this worthy presented himself at the house before Kit had finished his breakfast on the following morning; and when his supposed employer joined him, perforce, in the library, he greeted him with a warm smile, and an apology for failing to wait upon him when he had visited Ravenhurst a fortnight earlier. He disclosed that when he had laid the quarterly accounts before Lord Brumby my lord had informed him (with gratifying condescension) that he had every expectation of being able, shortly, to resign his trustees.h.i.+p; and had charged him to do all that lay within his power to put my Lord Denville in possession of every relevant detail that concerned the management of his Suss.e.x estate. He added, beaming upon Kit, that if he had had warning of his previous visit he would not have failed to have waited upon him. 'For, if I may be permitted to say so, my lord, I-and, I believe, all who are employed at Ravenhurst-have been eagerly awaiting the day when you would a.s.sume the control of your inheritance. Not that I, or anyone, would utter a word in disparagement of my Lord Brumby! No one could have been more punctilious in the execution of his duties than Mr Henry-Lord Brumby, I should say!-but it is not the same thing, sir! Not to those of us who watched you and Mr Kit grow up from your cradles! And how is Mr Kit, my lord?'

Mr Kit, resigning himself to the inevitable, said that he was very well; accepted gracefully felicitations on his twin's approaching marriage; and expressed his willingness to spend the rest of the golden summer's morning amongst the several forbidding tomes which Goodleigh had brought up to the house for his inspection.

Fortunately, it did not occur to Goodleigh that his n.o.ble master was much more interested in the property bequeathed by the late Earl to his younger son than in his own vast inheritance.

During the next two days, Kit's boredom was enlivened by instructive rides round the estates with Goodleigh, and by a ceremonial visit from the Vicar of the parish. On the third day, the reduced staff at Ravenhurst was thrown into a state of excited expectation, and himself one of instinctive foreboding, by the arrival of two coaches from London, accommodating, amongst a number of lesser menials, the steward, my lord's and my lady's own footmen, and the extortionately paid, and vastly superior individual who held sway over the kitchens in my lord's town-house in Hill Street.

These vehicles were followed some time later by a large fourgon, which was found to contain, besides a mountain of trunks, several housemaids, two kitchen-porters, two subordinate footmen, and such articles of furniture as my lady considered indispensable for her comfort. Later still an elegant private chaise swept up to the main entrance. The steps having been let down, a stately female, who bore all the appearance of a dowager of high estate but was, in fact, none other than Miss Rimpton, my lady's top-lofty dresser, alighted, to be followed, a moment later, by my lady herself, far from stately, but ravis.h.i.+ng in a pomona green silk gown which clung to her shapely person, and the very latest mode in bonnets: a dazzling confection with a high crown, a huge, upstanding poke-front, pomona green ribbons, and a cl.u.s.ter of curled ostrich plumes.

Mr Fancot, arriving on the scene just in time to hand this vision down from the chaise, was the immediate recipient of an unnerving announcement, delivered in an urgent undervoice.

'Dearest, the most dreadful thing!' said her ladys.h.i.+p, casting herself into his arms, and speaking into his ear. 'There was nothing to be done but to pack up immediately, and come down to support you! And don't, I implore you, try to law it in my dish, Kit, because I never foresaw it, and am wholly overset already!'

8.

It was some time before Kit was able to detach his mama from the various senior members of the household who were either demanding, or receiving, instructions from her; but he managed to do it at last, and to withdraw with her to the library. Shutting the door upon the ominously hovering form of Miss Rimpton, he said, between laughter and anxiety: 'For G.o.d's sake, Mama, tell me the worst! I can't bear the suspense for another moment! What is the dreadful thing that has brought you here five days before your time? Why all those servants? Why so much baggage?'

'Oh, dear one, do but let me rid myself of this hat before you bombard me with questions!' she begged, untying its strings. 'It is giving me the headache, which is too vexatious, for it is quite new, and wickedly expensive! Indeed, if it had not been so excessively becoming I should have refused to purchase it. Except, of course, that when one owes one's milliner a vast amount of money the only thing to be done is to order several more hats from her. I bought the prettiest lace cap imaginable at the same time: you shall see it this evening, and tell me if you don't think it becomes me.' She removed the hat from her head, and looked at it critically. 'This does, too, I think,' she said. 'And what a very smart hat it is, Kit! It's what you, or Evelyn, would call bang-up to the nines! But it does make my head ache.' She sighed, and added tragically: 'There's no end to the troubles besetting me: first it's one thing, and then it's another! And all at the same moment, which quite wears down one's spirits.'

Accepting the situation as he found it, Kit replied sympathetically: 'I know, love!

They come not single spies, but in battalions, don't they?'

'That sounds to me like a quotation,' said her ladys.h.i.+p mistrustfully. 'And it is only fair to warn you, Kit, that if you mean, after all I have endured, to recite bits of poetry to me, which I am not at all addicted to, even at the best of times, I shall go into strong convulsions-whatever they may be! Now, isn't that odd?' she demanded, her mind darting down this promising alley. 'One hears people talk of going into convulsions, but have you ever seen anyone do so, dearest?'

'No, thank G.o.d!'

'Well, I haven't either-in fact, I thought they were something babies fell into! Not that my babies ever did anything so alarming. At least, I don't think you did. I must ask Pinner.'

'Yes, Mama,' he agreed, removing the hat from her hands, and setting it down carefully on a table. 'But are you quite positive that this very beautiful bonnet is to blame for your headache? Might it not be the outcome of your journey? You never did like being shut into a post-chaise, did you?'

'No!' she exclaimed, much struck. 'I wonder if you could be right? It is beautiful, isn't it?'

'Quite captivating!' he a.s.sured her. 'Did you purchase it to console yourself for all the troubles which have descended on you? What, by the way, was the particular trouble which brought you here in such a bang?'

'Kit!' uttered her ladys.h.i.+p. 'That terrible old woman is coming to visit us here next week, and she is bringing Cressy with her!' She waited for him to speak, but as he appeared to have been struck dumb, and merely stood staring at her, she sank into a chair, saying: 'I knew how it would be if I were obliged to visit her! Well, I knew that no good would come of it, though I didn't foresee such an ordeal as this. If I had had the smallest notion of it, I would have said I was going to stay at Baverstock-and, what's more, I would have done so, much as I detest your aunt! But I had already told her that I was coming here, and so the mischief was done. How could I say I wasn't coming here after all? You must perceive how impossible!'

'Mama!' interrupted Kit, finding his voice. 'Do you mean that Lady Stavely is going to give us a look-in on her way to Worthing?'

'No, no, what would there be in that to dash one down? She and Cressy are coming to spend a week or two here!'

'A week or two? But they can't! they mustn't be allowed to! Good G.o.d, what can have induced you to consent to such a scheme? You surely didn't invite them?'

'Of course I didn't!' she said. 'Lady Stavely invited herself!'

'But, Mama, how could she have done so'?'

'Good gracious, Kit, I should have thought five minutes in her company would have been enough to show you that there's nothing she's not very well able to do! Besides, she led me into a trap. She is the most odious old witch in the world, and she always overpowers me, ever since I was a child, and positively dreaded her! Oh, she is too abominable! Would you believe it?-the instant she clapped eyes on me, she said that she saw I had taken to dyeing my hair! I was never more shocked, for it is quite untrue!

It is not dyeing one's hair merely to restore its colour when it begins to fade a little! I denied it, of course, but all she did was to give the horridest laugh, which made me feel ready to sink, as you may suppose!'

'I don't suppose anything of the kind!' said Kit, roused to unwonted callousness.

'Why should you care a straw for anything Lady Stavely chose to say? It is too absurd!'

His mama's magnificent eyes flashed. 'Is it, indeed?' she said tartly. 'I marvel that you should have the effrontery to say such an unfeeling thing, when you know very well that never did your Great-aunt Augusta visit us but what she put you and Evelyn out of countenance within two minutes of seeing you!'

His formidable (and happily defunct) relative having been thus ruthlessly recalled to his mind, Mr Fancot had the grace to retract his unkind stricture. 'Less!' he acknowledged. 'I beg pardon, love! So then what happened?'

Bestowing a forgiving and perfectly enchanting smile upon him, Lady Denville said: 'Well, then, having made me feel as if I were a gawky girl-which, I do a.s.sure you, Kit, I never was!-she became suddenly quite affable, and talked to me about you with amazing kindness! Which shows you how cunning she is! For even if she did make me feel as if I were a silly chit I don't doubt she knew that if she had uttered one word in disparagement of either of my sons, I should-I should have slain her, and walked straight out of the room!'

On the broad grin, Mr Fancot interpolated: 'Bravo!'

Lady Denville received this applause with becoming modesty. 'Well, dearest, I should have been roused to fury, because nothing enrages me more than injustice! I may be a frivolous widgeon, but I am not so bird-witted that I don't know that no one ever possessed two such sons as mine! However, Lady Stavely said nothing about you to which I could take exception. Then she told me that although she perfectly acknowledged that Evelyn is a catch of the first water, she had come to perceive that marriages between persons who are not-not thoroughly acquainted with each other don't always lead to happiness. She said-not in the least exceptionably, but with true kindness!-that she was persuaded I must agree with her. Which I do, Kit! Then she confided to me that although she had wished very much to invite Cressy to live with her, when Stavely married Albinia Gillifoot-oh, Kit, she dislikes Albinia even more than I do! we had the most delightful cose about her!-she had not done so, because she is too old to take her to parties, and so what would become of Cressy when she dies? She said she would be obliged to live with Clara Stavely, and dwindle into an old maid. Which is why she wishes to see her suitably married. Then she said that she believed that, with all my faults, I was truly devoted to my children, and she was persuaded I must feel, as she does, that before coming to a decision Evelyn and Cressy ought to know one another better. Well, dearest, what could I do but agree with her? Especially when she told me that I must be the last person to wish to see my son make an unhappy marriage, for that was what I did myself. I must own, Kit, that I was very much touched!'

His pleasant gray eyes looked steadily down into hers, the suggestion of a smile in them. 'Tell me, Mama, were you so unhappy?'

' Often! ' she declared. 'I have frequently fallen into fits of the most dreadful dejection, and if I were inclined to low-ness of spirit I daresay I should have sunk under the trials that beset me. Only I can never stay for long in the dismals, for something always seems to happen which makes me laugh. You may say that I'm volatile, if you choose, but I do think you should be glad of it, because there is nothing so dreary as ticklish women, behaving like watering-pots at the least provocation, and being for ever in the hips! And in any event my sensibilities have nothing to do with the case! The thing is that as soon as I agreed that it would be desirable for Evelyn and Cressy to become better acquainted Lady Stavely floored me by saying that since I had the intention of joining you here she thought it would be an excellent scheme if she were to bring Cressy on a visit. I hope I didn't look no-how, but I fear I must have, for she asked, in that sharp way of hers, if I had any objection? Dearest, what could I say but that I thought it a delightful scheme, and only wondered that it hadn't occurred to me? I may be volatile, but I am not rag-mannered!'

'Couldn't you have made some excuse? Surely you must have been able to think of something, Mama?'

'I thought of several things, but they would none of them do. Indeed, I had almost said that one of the servants here had begun in the small-pox when it very fortunately struck me that if that had been so you wouldn't have come to the house. And though I did think of saying that it was you who had the small-pox, I couldn't but feel that it would be a shocking bore for you to be obliged to remain cooped up here for weeks and weeks-and we must remember, Kit, that Evelyn may come back at any moment! Well, you know what he is! We should never be able to persuade him to take your place in the small-pox.'

'Mama, why, in heaven's name, small-pox? Scarlet fever in the village would have been much better, if you had to make illness the excuse!'

'Yes, but I couldn't think of any other illness except the measles, and depend upon it Lady Stavely and Cressy have probably had them already.'

He began to pace up and down the floor, frowning heavily. After a pause, he said: 'I shall have to go away-back to Vienna, where, indeed, I must go pretty soon!'