CHAPTER XXII
THE FAITHFUL WIDOWER
Lord Saltash's desire to see the stud evaporated completely during theafternoon. He stayed and made himself extremely charming to Mrs.Sheppard, who returned with Jake, very fluttered and arch, to spend anhour--only an hour or Giles would be so cross--in her daughter's newhome. And when she left again under Jake's escort it was alreadygrowing dark.
"I've got to talk business with Jake so I may as well wait till he comesback," said Lord Saltash comfortably, and they gathered round theblazing fire and sat in luxurious enjoyment.
Undoubtedly Bunny had enjoyed himself that afternoon, but he had begunto grow restless and irritable, signs which Maud had learned torecognize as the heralds of a wakeful night. She wondered with someuneasiness if Jake would be able to manage him with his usual success.
"You haven't got a piano here, have you?" asked Saltash in a pause.
She told him, "No."
In the old days they had sung duets together. She wondered if heremembered.
He went lightly on. "You will have to use the one at the Castle. Youmustn't let your talents run to seed. Come up any day, you and Bunny.The place will always be open to you, whether I am there or not."
She thanked him for the thought. "We should love to come; I have had noopportunities for playing for months, not since we left London."
"No?" he said. "I say, what made your mother come to Fairharbour? It'sa hole of a place to live in."
She felt her face burn in the firelight. She hesitated, and at onceBunny cut in.
"The mother always has an eye on the main chance," he said. "And she isa great believer in friendship. When things look black she always likesto hunt up old friends and give them their opportunity."
His meaning was not obscure. Maud made a quick movement of protest; butLord Saltash's inconsequent laugh covered her discomfiture on theinstant.
"Poor Lady Brian! I am afraid her luck and mine are made of the samerotten material. It tears at a touch. But I should have thought shemight have chosen a sounder man than Sheppard of 'The Anchor' for ahusband."
"Isn't he sound?" asked Maud quickly.
Lord Saltash laughed again. "I could sell him up--lock, stock, andbarrel--to-morrow if I wanted."
She started. "Charlie! You don't mean that!"
He looked at her with a gleam of mischief in his queer eyes. "Of courseI do! 'The Anchor' belongs to me, and all that is in it. It'smortgaged for considerably more than its value, and I hold the mortgage.Did he never mention that detail?"
Maud sat speechless.
He stretched out a lazy hand. "It's all right, Queen Maud. He is quitesafe so long as he behaves decently to you and yours. He's something ofa brute-beast, I believe? Well, if he needs any salutary correction, youmust let me know."
His ugly face laughed into hers; the light in his eyes was half-mocking,half-tender.
"It's good to know that there may be something left that I can yet dofor you," he said. "The worthy Jake may have a stout right arm, but heis not a Croesus."
He turned the conversation in his easy, well-bred fashion, and herembarrassment died down. But the carelessly uttered information dweltpersistently in her mind, even though she found herself talking ofindifferent things. It was strange that all her affairs should be socompletely--and it seemed so irrevocably--under the direct control ofthis man whom she had once so resolutely driven out of her life. Fate orchance had thrown them together again. A little secret tremor wentthrough her. What would come of it?
She had not attempted to touch the hand he had stretched forth to her.It had fastened upon the arm of the chair in which she sat and restedthere. Presently she looked down at it, her eyes attracted by the gleamof the ring upon it.
"Your own," murmured Saltash. "Violets blue as your eyes!"
He moved his hand in the firelight, and the sapphire shone in the midstof the diamonds like a deep blue flame in the heart of a leaping fire.He drew a little nearer to her.
"You sent it back to me," he said. "I have worn it--like a faithfulwidower--ever since."
Her heart contracted with an odd little pain. "Don't wax sentimental,Charlie!" she pleaded, with a difficult smile.
"Would you prefer me heartless?" he said; but he withdrew his hand, andthe sapphire burned no more.
They began to talk again upon ordinary topics, and the conversationturned upon the Graydown Steeplechase Races of the morrow. Two horsesfrom the Burchester Stud were running.
"Beauties they are too!" said Bunny, with enthusiasm. "Sam Vickersswears they'll win." He uttered his quick, impatient sigh. "Whatwouldn't I give to see 'em do it!"
"Why shouldn't you?" said Saltash. "I'll take you over."
"Will you?" cried Bunny, with shining eyes.
And in the same breath. "No, no!" said Maud quickly. "Charlie! Why doyou suggest these impossible things?"
Saltash laughed. "I never suggest the impossible," he said."Bunny--and you too--can come along in the car if you will. I can makehim quite comfortable with cushions."
But Maud shook her head. "It isn't so easy as it used to be. And hegets tired so soon. Really--really, it can't be done!"
"Oh, Maud, do shut up!" broke in Bunny. "You jaw like any old woman!Of course I'll come, Charlie! When will you be round?"
Lord Saltash looked at Maud with an impish expression. "I am afraid youare in the minority, _ma reine_. But leave it to me! I'll undertakethat no harm is done."
Maud rose suddenly from her chair. She stood upright and slender in thefirelight. "I can't consent to it," she said with resolution.
He sprang instantly to his feet. "You don't want to come?" he said.
She met his challenging eyes with an effort. "Don't make thingsdifficult," she begged in a low voice.
"But if I got your mother to come too!" he urged. "She used to loverace-meetings."
She turned her eyes away. "Neither Bunny nor I can go," she saidsteadily.
"I say I will go!" cried Bunny hotly. "I'm old enough to do as I like,and I won't be dictated to by anyone."
Saltash turned back to him. "I'll take you one day, old chap. But thequeen's word is law, you know. We can't go in direct opposition to it.Moreover," with audacious simplicity, "it wouldn't be great sport forany one if the queen herself did not deign to accompany us."
"She'll go fast enough if I do," said Bunny. "She sticks to me like aleech."
"Lucky beggar!" said Saltash.
He glanced back at Maud. She was still on her feet, turned partiallyfrom him. It was evident that she did not mean to renew the friendlyintercourse that his unwelcome suggestion had interrupted.
"I must get back to my lonely castle," said Saltash.
She turned then, as he had known she would. "No, don't go--why shouldyou?--till--till Jake comes back!"
He laughed into her eyes. "Now, don't try to persuade me that you wantme any longer! I know the signs too well. I am going to walk down andmeet Jake, as I must have a word with him about the animals. By theway, why don't you call him Jacob? The other is too frivolous for youraugust lips."
There was a sting in the smiling question of which she alone was aware.She knew that he had it in him to be malicious at times. But she wouldnot seem to notice.
"Are you backing either of the horses running to-morrow?" she asked.
He raised his agile brows. "But, of course I am. Who ever went to ameeting without putting something on? And you don't suppose I would laya wager against one of my own beasts, do you?"
"You always back your own before anyone else's?" she said.
"Of course," he made prompt reply. "We've pulled off a good many eventssince Jake took command."
"Yes," she said slowly. "He is a genius with horses."
"Oh, quite useful," said Saltash carelessly. "Well, good night to youboth! Many thanks for your kind hospitality! Don't forget the piano atth
e Castle! Come and go exactly as you like! I will give orders tothat effect."
"You are very kind," she said.
But the pleasant intimacy between them was broken. She knew that herrefusal to go with him on the morrow had hurt him. He was in a mood tosting at a touch.
She gave him her hand with genuine regret. "Good-bye, Charlie!" shesaid gently.
He took it with a gesture that made her remember that his mother hadbeen a Frenchwoman. "Good night, _ma chere_!" he said lightly. "Whenthou art dreaming, think of me!"
Her faint laugh had a note of bitterness. "But I never dream," shesaid.
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