Malahide jumped at this suggestion. He hastened into the house and to Ernest's room. Ernest appeared, in answer to the knock, fully dressed even to the carnation in his buttonhole. He listened sympathetically.
"I'm very sorry for this, Malahide. Mamma will be much upset, too. Come in and I will see what I can do for you."
Ernest had an excellent wardrobe. He soon provided Malahide with all that was necessary, though a perfect fit he could not provide, being himself less narrow in the shoulder and less long in leg and arm. Still Malahide was presentable and was ready to descend the stairs at the same time as Philip and Mary. He decided to say nothing to them of the incident, but to allow Ernest to inform them of it when he thought best.
Philip cast him a glance of amusement and whispered to Mary: -
"By the Lord Harry! What a fit! He looks more than ever like a tadpole!"
Mary scarcely heard what he said. She was worried by the disappearance of Eden just when he should have been dressed. "I cant think where he is," she said anxiously. "He was playing about after lunch, the servants say, and he was warned to not go away. But when Katie was ready to dress him he could not be found. It is very worrying. First you - and now Eden. I really have had enough to do without that."
Philip hunched his shoulders. "Don't worry, darling. The first guests are arriving. The Laceys, of course. And there are Mrs. Vaughan and Robert. Poor old boy, he looks very ill!"
In the brilliant sunshine the guests, in summer attire, poured on to the lawn as from a cornucopia of gayety and colour. The band played as husband and wife, with Adeline on one side and the Buckleys and Malahide on the other, received their guests. Meg, looking charming in the pink organdie, assisted by Vera and Nicholas and Ernest, helped to make things go smoothly and found it easier than she had expected, though she dared not look in the direction of Malahide and she concealed a real anxiety for Renny and Eden. What might not the colt have done!
The baby, Piers, in a white dress and blue sash, toddled sturdily among the guests, pressing his way between the legs of gentlemen who held cups of hot coffee in their hands or reaching toward the trays of pink ices which invited him. He ignored the pats and kisses that were lavished on his downy head.
Eden had been told by Renny to watch for his going in the direction of the stables. He was then to run, not after him, but to the bridle path which led through the wood, where they were to meet for the ride. Eagerly Eden watched for the figure of his brother and, when he perceived him lounging across the croquet lawn, he set out as fast as he could.
His heart was still beating quickly when Renny, mounted on Gallant, rode up. The next moment he was perched on the colt's back with a strong arm encircling him. It was glorious.
Along the velvet path they cantered, the dark green wood on either side. They passed a field of yellow wheat set in the wood, then a rabbit fled out of their path and the colt danced in pretended fright. They circled the field in pursuit of the rabbit.
Eden laughed delightedly. "I like it! I like it! Oh, I'm glad I said the piece! Renny, will you take me for lots of rides on Gallant?"
"We'll see." He held the small body close. Nice little fellow.... He would take care of him always ... him and Piers ... better to have small brothers like this than chaps of one's own age one would be sure to quarrel with.
Eden wanted to ride out on the road, but Renny refused that. If there were any mishap, he would never hear the end of it. Besides, it was time they went back to dress. Three times they had cantered the length of the bridle path. He wheeled the colt and turned his head in the direction of the stables. He glanced at his watch and was alarmed to find that it had stopped. It was his first wrist watch, brought to him from London by his uncles, and it was not behaving well. Good Lord, he thought, we shall be late for the party and I shall catch it!
He gave the colt a slap and they sped toward the stables. Then he remembered that he must set Eden down before they were seen. He had just drawn the bridle when a motor car, driven by one of the guests, appeared, panting along the drive. A pair of carriage horses just come to a stand before the stable pranced and backed from the approaching car. Another latecomer drove up in a dogcart, and his horse, a rangy black mare, broke into a gallop and came toward the colt. The band struck up a lively march.
Renny could not put Eden down in such a position. The colt reared and stood on his hind legs. The motorist, new at driving, accelerated and crashed into the palings of the paddock. In a moment a mare and her twin foals had escaped from it and were careering, with squeals of delight, in the direction of the marquee. The carriage horses continued to prance and back till the rear of the carriage was locked in the motor car.
The colt, uttering a clarion whinny, galloped thunderously after the mare and foals. All four, like an advancing storm, bore down on the garden party.
"Look out, look out!" shouted Philip to his guests, and ran towards the colt's head.
Nicholas and Ernest hastened to protect their mother. Augusta snatched up the baby, who screamed and kicked her. Ladies, in wide flounced skirts and enormous Merry Widow hats, darted about the lawn like frightened tropic birds. One dropped a frilled pink sunshade, which rolled over and over toward the colt. He leaped aside, evading Philip's outstretched hand, and plunged in the direction of a table laden with cakes and ices. The mare and her foals, as though executing a spirited folk dance, pranced with loud whickerings among the guests. The bandsmen, unconscious, behind their screen of shrubbery, of the disturbance on the lawn, burst into still livelier music.
"Save Eden!" screamed Mary, wringing her hands. "Oh, Philip, save my child!"
Eden, excited to the point of exaltation, tried to find something on the colt's neck to grasp, but its mane had been lately hogged and his fingers encountered only the slippery hard hide. It reared again, stood upright like a grand grey statue, then bucked twice, the second time throwing both riders into the middle of the table. It wheeled then, galloped along the drive, knocking over a gentleman in immaculate pearl grey, and sped through the gate on to the road. The mare and her foals ceased executing their folk dance and followed him.
Renny picked himself up and looked to see whether Eden were hurt. Mary had him in her arms frantically examining a scratch on his cheek.
"I'm all right, Mamma," he cried. "It was a splendid ride!"
Mary turned her white face to Renny. "You might have been the cause of his death," she said.
"Where his headlong ways will lead him, God only knows," said Augusta.
Everyone crowded about them. The guests commiserating, the family blaming. Renny received both with a hangdog air, alternately wiping the blood from a cut on his forehead and the ice cream from the front of his jersey.
By degrees a certain feverish order was restored. Stablemen were dispatched by Philip to seek the horses. The wreckage of the refreshment table was gathered up. Malahide Court made himself useful in calming the ladies, and Adeline treated the whole matter with a fierce kind of humour. It was an escapade after her own heart.
"The whelp is always into mischief," she said, grinning amiably. "There is scarcely a day of our lives but what he puts us to shame." But she bridled with pride in him.
There had been so much excitement that no one had noticed the change in the weather. The sky, which had been all too brilliant, was now overcast. A few large drops struck the roof of the marquee. A wind whispered and moaned beneath the music of the band. Then rain began to fall in a sharp shower.
There was no time to get to the house. The guests crowded beneath the spreading branches of the trees. They looked curiously at a cart drawn by a sorry-looking nag, all bones and tangled mane, the like of which had never before been seen at Jalna. A shock-headed boy was perched on the seat. He drew up and sat in the rain in front of the guests.
Philip's blue eyes became prominent as he looked at this monstrosity. He waved a peremptory hand to the boy, who slouched on the seat gazing at the horse's ears, apparently in a trance.
/> The shower stopped and the gathering crowd moved with inquisitive accord in the direction of the cart.
They had already seen that it was heaped with luggage. Now they saw that the trunk, the suitcases and bags, each bore a bright steamship label on which was written in clear lettering: "Malahide Court - Ballyside Hall - County Meath - Ireland." All eyes turned inquiringly to Malahide. He stood in his short-sleeved, short-legged suit, in a collar somewhat too large, looking the picture of chagrin.
"Excess luggage!" he exclaimed, to Ethel Lacey.
"And so you are leaving too," she said. "I had not known it."
"Nor I. Indeed this apparition is all spite. Philip and Molly would be devastated if I were to go so soon."
Philip cast his eyes over the poor old mare which drew the cart. He said to Renny: -
"How did you come by this nag?"
"I bought her from a rag picker."
Philip made a wry face. "And now I have the pleasure of shooting and burying her." He turned sternly to his son. "Get up on the seat and drive to the stable and tell Hodge to have her put away. When you've done that, make yourself presentable and apologize to our guests for the disturbance you've created."
If he had thought to humiliate Renny he was disappointed. His son jumped to the seat of the cart and took the reins blithely. But the poor old horse from sheer weakness refused to move, and stood with gaunt legs straddled and bony head drooping. Its great nostrils were stretched in misery, and suffering had given it human eyes of despair.
Eden had been taken into the house. Champagne corks were being drawn, for a health was to be drunk to the voyagers. The sun burned brightly between rotund white clouds. The band played airs from Floradora. There was no sign left of the unhappy incident save the loaded cart before the house, and from it the guests determinedly kept their eyes averted.
Ernest came to Philip and said irritably: -
"You must get that dreadful sight removed. It's appalling. It makes the house look like an Irish peasant's shanty. Have you no authority over that boy?"
"Good God, I ordered him away long ago!"
"He is still here. It's disgraceful!"
Philip strode across the lawn to Renny, who still drooped on the seat of the cart, beside the feeble-minded stableboy, with an air of meek submission.
"You young ruffian!" exclaimed Philip. "Why the hell don't you do what I tell you to?"
"She won't budge," returned Renny.
"H'm." He gazed angrily at his son, then said - "Give her a touch of the whip."
Renny struck the protruding ribs a sharp blow. But the mare, instead of responding, made as if to lie down on the gravel. Philip rushed to her and held her up.
"Whatever shall we do?" he asked helplessly.
His mother, leaning strongly on her stick, hurried to his side.
"Have ye no gumption at all?" she demanded. "Unload the cart and give it a push from behind."
"Good!" said Philip. "That's the idea!"
Eliza came to his side and they began to lift off the smaller pieces. Two young men heaved off the trunk.
While this was being accomplished Adeline had a sugar basin brought to her and, laying several lumps on her palm, held it out to the mare.
It pointed its loose lips suspiciously, blew, and then, as in a dream, took the sugar from her hand.
"Now," said Philip, slapping his hands together. "Away with you!"
But the mare would not willingly lose sight of her benefactress. When Renny chirruped and touched her with the whip, instead of moving along the drive she placed her uncared-for hoofs on the soft turf and followed Adeline on to the lawn.
"Back, back," shouted Philip. "Back the brute, Renny!"
But Renny seemed incapable of controlling the mare, and Adeline, not ill-pleased, marched toward her guests thus attended.
It was with difficulty that the mare's course was diverted, and during the rest of the garden party, which everyone conceded had been delightful, Malahide Court's luggage remained in a melancholy mound at the front of the house.
A VARIETY OF SCENES
THAT NIGHT, HEAVY with midsummer and lighted by a sultry moon, found Meg and Renny walking along a half-hidden way that led from the bridle path through the wood to a rough open space at the back of the estate. Trees had been felled here and their trunks, not yet removed, were being covered by brambles and wild grapevines. A few wild apple trees showed their imperfect yellow fruit, and dark groups of sumac thrust up their tawny red spikes. Goldenrod was coming into flower, and the first pale stars of the wild aster, while the bergamot scented the air with its pungent sweetness.
Renny put his arm about his sister's waist and said: -
"She ought to be about here somewhere. I gave her a grand feed of oats and turned her loose." He peered anxiously about.
"All the family think she is underground by now," said Meg.
"And so she should be," he returned, "but I hadn't the heart."
"But she's such a terrible looking creature, Renny."
"I know - but I hadn't the heart. Ah, there she is!"
From behind a group of sumac a mare ambled toward them, a long wisp of grass hanging from her mouth. Her belly, depending from her sunken back, bulged with her good feed. She stood in front of them meekly, her suffering eyes looking resignedly into theirs.
Renny grasped her head and opened her mouth. "Look there, Meggie, she has her teeth! She can eat. It would be cruel to take her life." He released her and she continued humbly to munch the wisp of grass.
"I know. But you can't keep her hidden here for long, and when she is discovered, I don't know what the family will say. I should think you would feel yourself in trouble enough with the colt lost and all. Where did they find the mare and her foals?"
"In a wheat field. They'd trampled it a good deal. I expect Father will have to pay for it."
Meg made a little sound of concern, then said - "But you did look nice, in spite of your cut face, when you had got into your white flannels. Everyone said so. Everyone thought the affair of Malahide's luggage was a huge joke. But nothing can drive him away. I'm quite hopeless. We shall have to endure him. Relatives seem to think they can stay forever at Jalna."
"Well, he can't! Mark my words, we'll be rid of him before I go back to college!"
Meg looked at him admiringly, but her eyes were troubled. "I don't know what Father will say if anything more happens. He was really angry this afternoon, for him. As for Granny, she has taken Malahide completely under her wing."
"Don't worry, Meggie. Everything will be all right. Scotchmere and I are setting out tomorrow to search for the colt."
But it wasn't necessary to search for Gallant. The next morning, just as Philip appeared with his fishing rod and basket, and Keno at his heels, a shabby buggy turned into the drive. It was driven by Elvira's cousin Bob, and seated beside him was Lulu leading the colt by a rope halter.
As they advanced Philip surveyed them with a doubtful welcome in his eyes.
"So," he said, "you've found my colt."
"Yes," answered Bob, getting out of the buggy. "I saw him wandering about and I asked the neighbours if they knew where he belonged, and they said here. I can tell you, mister, he's a tough one to handle. He all but chawed the head off me when I took him in."
The colt rolled back his eyes and yawned in unconcern.
Philip's eyes were on Lulu. An extraordinary looking woman, he thought, to be in company with this fellow. She returned his look with interest.
Philip turned to Bob. "Did you say you found him on the road?"
"Well - he was sort of hanging around. He'd come in my lane."
Philip laid down his rod and basket and, taking out a leather pocket- book, extracted from it a five dollar note and handed it to Bob.
He mumbled his thanks, and as the spaniel approached the colt it lifted a hoof to strike.
"Whoa, now, whoa," said Lulu soothingly. She shortened the halter and put her hand on the colt's head.
"You're evidently not afraid of him," observed Philip.
"I understand animals," she answered, and her eyes met his. He remembered what Renny had said about Lulu's strange eyes and he thought - "So ... this is she! And she's taken the opportunity to come and see her young man."
At this moment Renny came out of the house to go in search of the colt. He looked tall and rather sombre. He had never known what it was to be awkward or hobbledehoy. Now his face closed on the secret he and Lulu had between them. His brown eyes turned warily toward his father. He waited for him to speak.
"I think," said Philip, "that these two are friends of yours. I expect you'll like to thank them for bringing back your colt. He had returned to the farm." He looked squarely at Lulu.
The colour rushed into her face, but she gave a loud reckless laugh. She got down from the buggy and came toward him with the halter on her arm.
"No, no," he said, "give it to my son. He's responsible for it."He threw Renny a shrewd glance.
Renny ran down the steps and took the halter. The colt drew a great breath and blew it out in exaggerated relief to be home again. It moved its chiselled head up and down between the woman and boy as though conjuring them to some fresh adventure.
Young Hodge, driving a dogcart in which he was to take Philip and Nicholas some distance for fishing, now swung round the curve of the drive. Nicholas came out of the house, bearing his rod and limping.
"On time, for once, eh?" said Philip, smiling.
Nicholas grunted. "I was slow in dressing. I've had rather a nasty pain in my knee at times lately. It caught me this morning in a devilish fashion."
"Gout," declared Philip, clambering into the dogcart and taking the reins from Hodge.
"Gad, I hope not! Give me a hand, Hodge."
Hodge alighted and assisted Nicholas to the seat.
"Don't you see that the colt is back?" asked Philip.
"That's good." Nicholas suddenly saw Lulu and stared at her with curiosity.
"Yes. It was kind of those people to bring him home." Philip sat solidly on the seat with a tight rein, waiting for Lulu to be gone.
04 Young Renny Page 16