“That,” said his lordship roundly, “is a greater absurdity than any I have uttered!”
“It isn’t — but I won’t argue with you on that head! In any event, she is not to be blamed for having more important things to think about at this present. My Uncle Scrabster is very unwell and poor Aunt Amelia is quite distracted with worry, and depends wholly on my Aunt Seraphina.”
He said nothing, compressing his lips, as though only by doing so could he keep back a retort. Two deep clefts appeared between his brows, but they vanished as the door burst open, and Felix came eagerly into the room, exclaiming: “You are here, sir! I thought it was your phaeton I saw, when I looked out of the window! You might have told me, Frederica, when you knew I particularly wanted to see him! The shabbiest thing!”
“God help me!” said his lordship. “Not another foundry, Felix!”
“No, no! At least, not precisely! It’s the New Mint! It has gas-lighting, and steam-engines of vast power, but when I went there with Jessamy they said no one was allowed to visit it without a — a special recommendation. So would you very kindly give me one, Cousin Alverstoke? If you please!”
“But how can I?” said the Marquis. “I’m not acquainted with the Master, or even with the Controller.”
“Yes, but you weren’t acquainted with the manager of the foundry either, sir!” argued Felix.
“Ah, that was a different matter! They are very particular at the Mint, you know, and wouldn’t think a recommendation from me at all ‘special’.”
Felix’s countenance had dropped ludicrously, but at these words it brightened, and he gave a crow of mirth. “Yes, they would! You’re trying to roast me! Of course they would!”
“Oh, dear, what a dreadful boy you are!” said Frederica. “Stop teasing Cousin Alverstoke, I do beg of you!”
“I’m not teasing him!” replied Felix indignantly. “I only asked him to recommend me! I haven’t asked him to go with me himself, and I won’t, because if he don’t care for it I daresay Mr Trevor would like it!”
“So he would!” said his lordship, much struck. “It’s time he had a treat, too, poor fellow!”
“Of course, it would be best if you came!” said Felix tentatively.
“No, no, you mustn’t spoil me!” responded his lordship, with considerable aplomb. “I’ve had one treat already, remember!”
“Oh, well!” said Felix, accepting this. “He isn’t a Go, like you, but at least he has some sense!”
“Quite a lot of sense,” agreed his lordship gravely. “He carried Honours! I daresay we shall live to see him First Lord of the Treasury, so take care to keep in his good books!”
It was plain that Felix thought poorly of this ambition, but he said innocently: “Oh, yes! But he ain’t a prosy one, you know! I did think he might be, at first, but I’m pretty well-acquainted with him now, and I like him.”
He then took leave of the Marquis, who cocked an eyebrow at Frederica, and said: “And how, may I ask, did your engaging brother become pretty well-acquainted with Charles?”
She answered with a little reserve: “Oh, he has visited us now and then on our Sundays when we invite a few friends to supper — nothing formal, you understand: just a family party, for people who don’t care a straw for fashionable squeezes, but like to spend a cosy evening playing Jackstraws, or Bilbo-catch, or Speculation
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“Or dangling after Charis?”
“No, you are mistaken!” she said quickly. “Mr Trevor doesn’t do so!”
“I’m glad. She wouldn’t do for him at all.”
“If it comes to that, he wouldn’t do for her!”
“Very likely not. What, then, has induced him to relax his monkish rule?”
“Ask him, my lord — not me!”
“I’m not so tactless.”
“Do you object to his visiting us?”
“Not in the least. I am merely curious. Some strong inducement there must be! Charles has never lacked invitations: he is very well-liked, and comes of a good family: but until the Merrivilles came to London he has very rarely accepted any. It’s my belief he has fallen in love: he forgot to remind me that I was engaged to attend a very dull dinner-party the other day. Unprecedented, I assure you! But if not with Charis — ” He broke off, as a thought occurred to him. “Good God! Chloë?”
“I am not in his confidence, cousin. And if I were I wouldn’t betray it!”
He paid no heed to this. A smile hovered about his mouth; after a moment’s reflection, he said: “Life will be fraught with interest, if that’s indeed so. I must cultivate Chloë’s acquaintance!”
XIII
Whether the Marquis took any steps to become better acquainted with his young cousin, Frederica had no means of discovering; but he very soon redeemed his promise to demonstrate to the ton his interest in his supposed wards: thus confirming her gathering suspicion that the forgetfulness for which he was notorious was largely assumed. He called in Upper Wimpole Street to pick Charis up, and drove her round Hyde Park at the fashionable hour, several tunes reining in his grays to exchange greetings with his own friends, or to enable Charis to respond to the salutes of her many admirers. This she did very sweetly, and without a trace of coquetry. He had known many beauties, but never one as innocently unconcerned with her appearance as Charis. Nor did she seem to be at all aware of the signal honour he had conferred upon her, and the surprise and the conjectures which this gave rise to. She thanked him politely for inviting her to drive with him, but disclosed, upon enquiry, that she preferred Kensington Gardens to Hyde Park, because the flowers were so pretty, and there were several walks where one could almost fancy oneself to be in the country.
“You don’t like London?” he asked.
“Oh, yes!” she replied tranquilly. “It is very pleasant, and amusing, only not so comfortable as the country.”
“It is generally thought to be more comfortable than the country!”
“Is it?” She wrinkled her brow. “I wonder why?”
“Let us say that it has more to offer in the way of entertainment.”
“Oh!” She pondered for a moment. “Yes, of course: there are theatres, and concerts, and reviews, and a great many balls. Only, London parties — though they are very splendid — aren’t as enjoyable as country ones, are they?”
“Aren’t they? Why not?”
“I don’t know. I am very stupid at explaining things,” she said apologetically. “I like best the parties where I know everyone — if you understand what I mean?” After further pause for cogitation, she added: “I daresay it is because I’m not accustomed to town-life, or the rude way people stare, if one is a stranger.”
“Very disagreeable,” he said gravely. “I perceive that I should have done better to have driven you out of town, to some sequestered spot inhabited only by yokels.”
“But you would have to go a great way for that, wouldn’t you?”
He began to feel bored, and replied somewhat dryly: “Very true.”
She relapsed into silence. After a moment, he exerted himself to open another topic of conversation, but as she had few opinions of her own to advance, merely agreeing with all he said, his boredom rapidly increased; and, after taking one more turn about the park, he drove her back to Upper Wimpole Street, mentally apostrophizing himself for having so rashly promised to throw the mantle of his protection over her. In any ordinary circumstances he would have banished all thought of her from his mind when he set her down; but the circumstances were not ordinary: he supposed he was in honour bound to invite her to drive out with him again. He did so, asking her where she would like to go. She replied impulsively: “Oh! How very kind! I should like of all things to go to Hampton Court, sir! We have been reading about it, Frederica and I, and we wish very much to visit it. Only — ” She hesitated, raising her big eyes deprecatingly to his face.
“Only?” he prompted.
“Would you — would you lend us your escort, Cousin Alverstoke?
I mean all of us! Or — or would you liefer not do so? The thing is that there seems to be a famous maze there, and the boys would enjoy it so much!”
Thus it came about that the Marquis found himself, a few days later, conducting a family party to Hampton Court in the barouche which, with its high-stepping horses, was so very well-known to the members of the Four-Horse Club, few of whom would have been able to believe their eyes had they seen the base use to which it was being put. His lordship was not wearing the insignia of the Club, but Jessamy, who took it in turns with Felix to sit beside him on the box, assured his sisters that anyone privileged to watch his handling of the reins would recognize him, at a glance, as one of its members.
In the opinion of the Merrivilles the expedition was quite the most delightful they had yet experienced, even Felix considering that the joys of getting lost in the maze, and being afterwards regaled at the Star and Garter with what he described as a spanking dinner, raised it above his trip to Ramsgate. So many jam tarts did he consume that his brother, calling him a snatch-pastry, said that anyone would suppose that he was starving. To which he replied cheerfully, that as he hadn’t had a bite to eat (except for a couple of ices and a few cakes, as a light nuncheon) since a breakfast of eggs, muffins, toast, and preserves, he pretty well was starving.
Owing to his forethought in having acquainted himself with the key to the maze, the Marquis spent the day far more agreeably than he had anticipated; for as soon as he had had enough of wandering about the maze he guided Frederica out of it, leaving the three younger members of the party still trying to reach the centre, all of them in high spirits, and thinking it an excellent joke every time they found themselves in a blind alley. The custodian, whose stand commanded a view of the whole labyrinth, and whose duty it was to direct exhausted persons out of it, several times offered his services, but these were unhesitatingly scorned, each of the three Merrivilles being convinced that he, or she, could discover the clue.
Frederica, strolling along the alleys beside the Marquis, was inclined to think it a lucky chance that brought them to the centre of the maze; but when he led her back to the entrance without a single mistake she looked laughingly up at him, and exclaimed: “You knew the secret! What a hoax! I was beginning to think you so clever, too!”
“Merely provident!” he replied. “The prospect of spending the better part of the afternoon between high hedges I find singularly unattractive — don’t you?”
She smiled. “Well, I own I had liefer walk about the gardens and the wilderness! But the children think it famous sport: thank you for bringing them! You are very kind, for I’m persuaded it must be a great bore to you.”
“By no means!” he answered. “It has the charm of novelty.”
“Did you never take your nephews and nieces out with you?” she asked curiously.
“Never!”
“Not even when they were children? How odd it seems!”
“It would seem very much odder if I had, I assure you.”
“Not to me.”
“It should. I warned you, Frederica, that I am neither compliant nor goodnatured.”
“Well, I must own that you are not at all good-natured to your sisters,” she said frankly. “Not that I blame you for that — at least, not altogether! They seem positively to take delight in setting up your back! I wonder they shouldn’t know that pinching at one’s brothers is fatal! But whatever you may say you are not a monster of selfishness. You wouldn’t be so kind to Jessamy and Felix if that were so.”
“Or if they bored me,” he interpolated.
“It bored you excessively to inspect that foundry,” she reminded him.
“Yes, that’s why Charles is going to take Felix to the New Mint,” he responded coolly.
“But why didn’t you send him to escort us today?” she asked, in an innocent tone at variance with the mischief in her eyes. “You cannot have supposed that such an expedition as this wouldn’t bore you quite as much as the Mint!”
He glanced down at her, half-smiling, but with an oddly arrested expression in his face. She was puzzled by it, but after a moment, she said quizzically. ‘‘Are you wondering whether you can bamboozle me into believing that you won’t entrust your team to Mr Trevor?”
“No,” he replied slowly, “though it would be true! I was thinking how well that bonnet becomes you.”
It was certainly a charming confection, with a soft pink plume curling over its poke of gathered silk; but she broke into a gurgle of laughter, exclaiming: “Oh, cousin, you are the most complete hand! Why are you so determined to make me write you down as selfish, and altogether detestable? Are you afraid I might trade upon your goodnature? I promise you I shan’t!”
“No, I’m not afraid of that.”
“To be sure, you could always floor me with one of your icy set-downs, couldn’t you?” she agreed, twinkling gaily.
“Unlikely! You’d come about again!” he retorted, guiding her towards a conveniently situated bench. “We will now sit down to await the children — unless you consider it too chilly?”
She shook her head, but said, as she disposed herself on the bench: “Much you would care if I did!”
“Unjust, Frederica! Almost as unjust as your previous observation! When, pray, have I attempted to give you a set-down?”
“Oh, when we first met! You were odiously starched-up!”
“Was I? Accept my most humble apologies, and acknowledge that I haven’t repeated the offence!”
“No, indeed you haven’t!” she said warmly. “That is, you haven’t snubbed us! But I’ve twice heard you — However, that’s no concern of mine! You don’t like to be thanked, but pray let me tell you — just once — how truly grateful I am to you! You have done much more for us than I expected — why, you even came to Luff’s rescue, and if that wasn’t kind, I should like to know what is!”
“But you did expect that of me!” he pointed out.
“I didn’t precisely expect it. I was — I was hopeful that you would! Oh, and you have never told me what it cost you to ransom him! I had quite forgotten! Pray, will you — ”
“No,” he interrupted. “I neither know nor care what it cost me, and if you talk any more flummery to me, Frederica, I shall give you one of my — er — icy set-downs!”
“It’s very obliging of you, but when I asked for your help I didn’t mean that I wished to hang on your sleeve, cousin! What’s more, I won’t do it!”
“In that case I must strive to remember the exact sum I’ve disbursed on your behalf today,” he said. “I wonder why I didn’t think to keep a tally? Now, let me see! There were four tickets for the maze — oh, we paid to enter the palace, too, didn’t we? Then that comes to — ”
“I wish you will be serious!” she interrupted, biting a quivering lip.
“I am being very serious. Generous, too, for I don’t mean to charge you carriage-hire.”
“Oh, don’t be absurd!” she said indignantly. “There is a great deal of difference between allowing you to discharge my debts, and paying you for our entertainment when you have invited us to drive out with you to Hampton Court!”
“Certainly, but I didn’t do so,” he said. “My services were bespoken by Charis.”
She gave a gasp. “Why, what a — a clanker!” she exclaimed, most improperly. “You know she would never have thought of such a thing if you hadn’t asked her where she would like to go!”
“Well, if you call that an invitation to drive out with me to Hampton Court, bringing her sister, and both her brothers —!”
“Odious, odious creature!” she said, trying not to laugh. “Very well, I’ll say no more. Not even thank-you! Or should I beg your pardon for having foisted myself and my brothers upon you today?”
“On the contrary! If you had cried off, I should have recalled a pressing engagement elsewhere. Charis is a most amiable girl, but not precisely needle-witted. I find it extremely difficult to converse with her — quite exhausting, in fact! Sh
e asks me what I mean, when I venture on a mild joke.”
She could not repress one of her involuntary gurgles, but she said, in swift defence of her sister: “She may not be needle-witted, but she has a great deal of commonsense, I assure you! Much more than I have, for she knows how to hold household, besides sewing exquisitely, and being able to dress a joint, and — oh, all manner of useful things!”
“Unfortunately, none of these virtues is called for when driving in the park.”
“She is certainly not a prattle-box!” retorted Frederica.
He laughed. “No, indeed!”
“I thought gentlemen did not care for females whose tongues ran on wheels!” she said.
“True, but between gabblemongering, and casting the whole burden of maintaining conversation upon one’s companion, there is a happy medium to be struck. No, no, don’t rip up! I will allow Charis to be a beauty beyond compare, besides being amiable, and virtuous! But — ” He paused, a crease between his brows.
“Well?” she demanded.
He raised his eyes from frowning contemplation of the gloves he held in one hand, and turned his head to look at her. He said, with unwonted gentleness: “My child, does it never occur to you that the future you have planned for her is not what she would herself choose?”
“No, how could that be? If I were scheming for what you would call a brilliant match — but I’m not! I promise you I’m not! I only wish to see her comfortably established: not to be obliged to make and scrape, but to be able to command the — the elegancies of life!” She saw his brows lift, and added: “You think such considerations don’t signify, perhaps. Recollect that you have never known what it means to be purse-pinched!”
“I haven’t,” he admitted. “I must bow to your better knowledge of your sister, but from the little I have observed I should have said that she would find more happiness in holding household than in cutting a dash. She told me, you know, that she preferred country balls to London ones.”
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