False Colours

by Georgette Heyer

  Mr Fancot, considerably bemused, interrupted, to demand: ‘But what’s this talk of Child, Mama? My father never banked with him!’

  ‘Oh no, but my father did, and your Uncle Baverstock does, of course, now that Grandpapa is dead, so I have been acquainted with Mr Child for ever – a most superior man, Kit, who has always been so very kind to me! – and that is how I come to have an account with him!’

  Mr Fancot, his hair lifting gently on his scalp, ventured to inquire more particularly into the nature of his mama’s account with Child’s Bank. As far as he could ascertain from her explanation, it had its sole origin in a substantial loan made to her by the clearly besotted Mr Child. Something in his expression, as he listened in gathering dismay, caused her to break off, laying a hand on his arm, and saying imploringly: ‘Surely you must know how it is when one finds oneself – what does Evelyn call it? – oh, in the basket! I collect that has something to do with cockfighting: so disgusting and vulgar! Kit, haven’t you got debts?’

  He shook his head, a rueful gleam in his eyes. ‘No, I’m afraid I haven’t!’

  ‘None?’ she exclaimed.

  ‘Well, none that I can’t discharge! I may owe a trifle here and there, but – oh, don’t look at me like that! I promise you I’m not a changeling, love!’

  ‘How can you be so absurd? Only it seems so extraordinary – but I expect you haven’t had the opportunity to run into debt, living abroad as you do,’ she said excusingly.

  He gave a gasp, managed to utter: ‘J-just so, Mama!’ and went into a fit of uncontrollable laughter, dropping his head in his hands, and clutching his chestnut locks.

  She was not in the least offended, but chuckled responsively, and said: ‘Now you sound like yourself again! Do you know, for a moment – only for a moment! – you looked like your father? You can’t conceive the feel it gave me!’

  He lifted his head, wiping his streaming eyes. ‘Oh, no, did I? Was it very bad? I’ll try not to do so again! But tell me! When Child would give you no credit didn’t you then tell Evelyn?’

  ‘No, though I did think I might be obliged to, till it darted into my mind, in the middle of the night, to apply to Edgbaston for a loan. Isn’t it odd, dearest, how often the answer to a problem will flash upon one in the night?’

  ‘Applied to Lord Edgbaston?’ he ejaculated.

  ‘Yes, and he agreed to lend me £5000 – at interest, of course! – and so then I was in funds again. Oh, Kit, don’t frown like that! Are you thinking that I should rather have applied to Bonamy Ripple? I couldn’t, you see, because he had gone off to Paris, and the matter was – was a little urgent!’

  For as long as Kit could remember, this elderly and extremely wealthy dandy had run tame about his home, regarded by himself and Evelyn as a fit subject for ridicule, and by their father with indifference. He had been one of Lady Denville’s many suitors, and when she had married Lord Denville he had become her most faithful cicisbeo. He was generally supposed to have remained a bachelor for her sake; but since his figure resembled nothing so much as an over-ripe pear, and his countenance was distinguished only by an expression of vacuous amiability and the snuff-stains on his fat cheeks, not even the more determined brewers of scandal-broth could detect anything in his devotion but food for mockery. The twins, inured to his frequent appearances in Hill Street, accepted him with much the same contemptuous tolerance as they would have felt for an over-fed lap-dog which their mama chose to encourage. But although Kit would have hooted with ribald laughter at the suggestion that any impropriety attached to Sir Bonamy’s fidelity he was far from thinking it desirable that his mother should apply to him for help in her financial difficulties, and he said so.

  ‘Good gracious, Kit, as though I hadn’t often done so!’ she exclaimed. ‘It is by far the most comfortable arrangement, because he is so rich that he doesn’t care how many of my bonds he holds, and never does he demand the interest on the loans he makes me! As for dunning me to repay him, I am persuaded such a notion never entered his head. He may be absurd, and growing fatter every day, but I have been used to depend on him for years, in all manner of ways! It was he who sold my jewels for me, and had them copied, for instance, besides –’ She stopped abruptly. ‘Oh, I wish I had never mentioned him! It has brought it all back to me! That was what made Evelyn go away!’

  ‘Ripple?’ he asked, wholly at sea.

  ‘No, Lord Silverdale,’ she replied.

  ‘For the lord’s sake, Mama – !’ he expostulated. ‘What are you talking about? What the deuce has Silverdale to say to anything?’

  ‘He has a brooch of mine,’ she said, sunk suddenly into gloom. ‘I staked it, when he wouldn’t accept my vowels, and continued playing. Something told me the luck was about to turn, and so it might have, if Silverdale would but have played on. Not that I cared for losing the brooch, for I never liked it above half, and can’t conceive why I should have purchased it. I expect it must have taken my fancy, but I don’t recall why.’

  ‘Has Evelyn gone off to redeem it?’ he interrupted. ‘Where is Silverdale?’

  ‘At Brighton. Evelyn said there was no time to be lost in buying the brooch back, so off he posted – at least, he drove himself, in his phaeton, with his new team of grays, and he said that he meant to go first to Ravenhurst, which, indeed, he did –’

  ‘Just a moment, Mama!’ Kit intervened, the frown returning to his brow. ‘Why did Evelyn feel it necessary to go to Brighton? Of course he was obliged to redeem your brooch – Silverdale must have expected him to do so! – but I should have supposed that a letter to Silverdale, with a draft on his bank for whatever sum the brooch represented, would have answered the purpose.’

  Lady Denville raised large, stricken eyes to his face. ‘Yes, but you don’t perfectly understand how it was, dearest. I can’t think how I came to be so addlebrained, but when I staked it I had quite forgotten that it was one of the pieces I had had copied! For my part, I consider Silverdale was very well served for having been so quizzy and disobliging about accepting my vowels, but Evelyn said that it was of the first importance to recover the wretched thing before Silverdale discovered that it was only a copy.’

  Mr Fancot drew an audible breath. ‘I should rather think he might say so!’

  ‘But, Kit!’ said her ladyship earnestly, ‘that is much more improvident than anything I should dream of doing! I set its value at £500, which was the value of the real brooch, but the copy isn’t worth a tithe of that! It seems to be quite wickedly extravagant of Evelyn to be squandering such a sum on mere trumpery!’

  Mr Fancot toyed for a moment with the idea of explaining to his erratic parent that her view of the matter was, to put it mildly, incorrect. But only for a moment. He was an intelligent young man, and he almost instantly realized that any such attempt would be a waste of breath. So he merely said, as soon as he could command his voice to say anything: ‘Yes, well, never mind that! When did Evelyn set forth on this errand?’

  ‘Dear one, you cannot have been attending! I told you! Ten days ago!’

  ‘Well, it wouldn’t have taken him ten days to accomplish it, if Silverdale was in Brighton, so it seems that he can’t have been there. Evelyn must have discovered where he was gone to, and decided to follow him.’

  She brightened. ‘Oh, do you think that is what happened? I have been a prey to the most hideous forebodings! But if Silverdale has gone to that place of his in Yorkshire it is very understandable that Evelyn shouldn’t have returned yet.’ She paused, considering the matter, and then shook her head. ‘No. Evelyn didn’t go to Yorkshire. He spent one night at Ravenhurst, just as he told me he would; and then he drove to Brighton. That I do know, for his groom accompanied him; but whether he found Silverdale there or not I can’t tell, because, naturally, Challow doesn’t know. But he returned to Ravenhurst the same day, and stayed the night there. I thought he would do that �
� in fact, I thought he must have stayed for several days, for he told me that he had matters to attend to at home, and might be absent from London for perhaps as much as a sennight. But he left Ravenhurst the very next morning, and under the most peculiar circumstances!’

  ‘In what way peculiar, Mama?’

  ‘He took only his night-bag with him, and he sent Challow back to London with the rest of his gear, saying that he had no need of him.’

  ‘Oh!’ said Kit. His tone was thoughtful, but not astonished. ‘Did he tell Challow where he was going?’

  ‘No, and that is another circumstance which makes me very uneasy.’

  ‘It need not,’ he said, amusement flickering in his eyes. ‘Did he send his valet back to London too? I take it that Fimber is still with him?’

  ‘Yes, and that is another thing that cuts up my peace! He wouldn’t take Fimber to Sussex: he said there was no room for him in the phaeton, which is true, of course, though it set up all Fimber’s bristles. I must own that I wished he might have found room for him, because I know Fimber will never let him come to harm. Challow is very good too, but not – not as firm! It is the greatest comfort to know that they are both with Evelyn when he goes off on one of his starts.’

  ‘I’m sure it is, Mama,’ he said gravely.

  ‘But that’s just it!’ she pointed out. ‘Neither is with him! Kit, it’s no laughing matter! I’m persuaded that some accident has befallen him, or that he’s in some dreadful scrape! How can you laugh?’

  ‘I couldn’t, if I thought it was true. Now, come out of the dismals, Mama! I never knew you to be such a goose! What do you imagine could have happened to Evelyn?’

  ‘You don’t think – you don’t think that he did see Silverdale, and quarrelled with him, and – and went off alone that day to meet him?’

  ‘Taking his night-bag with him in place of a second! Good God, no! You have put yourself into the hips, love! If I know Evelyn, he’s gone off on a private affair which he don’t want you to know anything about! You would, if he had taken Fimber or Challow with him, and he’s well aware of that. They may be a comfort to you, my dear, but they’re often a curst embarrassment to him! As for accidents – fudge! You’d have been apprised of anything of that nature: depend upon it, he didn’t set out to visit Silverdale without his card-case!’

  ‘No, very true!’ she agreed. ‘I never thought of that!’ Her spirits revived momentarily, only to sink again. Her beautiful eyes clouded; she said: ‘But at such a moment, Kit! When so much hinges upon his presenting himself in Mount Street tomorrow! Oh, no, he could not have gone off on one of his adventures!’

  ‘Couldn’t he?’ said Kit. ‘I wonder! I wish you will tell me a little more about this engagement of his, Mama. You’ve said that there has been no time for him to tell me about it himself, but that’s doing it very much too brown, my dear! There might have been no time for a letter to have reached me, telling me that he had come to the point of offering for this girl; but he never mentioned her name to me in the last letter I had from him, far less the possibility that he would shortly be married; and that, you know, is so unlike him that if anyone but you had broken this news to me I should have thought it a Banbury story. Now, I know of only one reason which would make Evelyn withhold his confidence from me.’ He paused, his eyelids puckering, as though he were trying to bring some remote object into focus. ‘If he were in some fix from which I couldn’t help him to escape – if he were forced into doing something repugnant to him –’

  ‘Oh, no, no, no!’ cried Lady Denville distressfully. ‘It is not repugnant to him, and he was not forced into it! He discussed it with me in the most reasonable manner, saying that while he was resolved on matrimony, he believed it would suit him best to – to enter upon a contract in the oldfashioned way, without violence of feeling on either side. And I must say, Kit, that I think he is very right, for the females he falls in love with are never eligible – in fact, excessively ineligible! Moreover, he is so very prone to fall in love, poor boy, that it is of the first importance to arrange a match for him with a sensible, well-bred girl who won’t break her heart, or come to points with him, every time she discovers that he has a chère amie.’

  ‘Of the first importance – !’ he exclaimed. ‘For Evelyn, of all men! I collect that if she is sufficiently indifferent and well-bred nothing else is of consequence! She may be bran-faced or swivel-eyed or –’

  ‘On the contrary! It goes without saying that there must be nothing in her appearance to give Evelyn a disgust of her; and also that each of them should be ready to like the other.’

  He sprang up, ejaculating: ‘Oh, good God!’ He glanced down at her, his eyes very bright, but not with laughter. ‘You made such a marriage, Mama! Is that what you wish Evelyn to do? Is it?’

  She did not answer for a moment; and when she did speak it was with a little constriction. ‘I didn’t make such a marriage, Kit. Your father fell in love with me. The Fancots said he was besotted, but nothing would turn him from his determination to marry me. And I – well, I was just seventeen, and he was so handsome, so exactly like the heroes schoolgirls dream of – ! But the Fancots were right: we were very ill-suited.’

  He said, in an altered tone: ‘I didn’t know – I beg your pardon, Mama! I shouldn’t have spoken to you so. But you haven’t told me the truth. All this talk of Evelyn’s being resolved on matrimony, as though he were four-and-thirty rather than four-and-twenty – ! Flummery!’

  ‘I have told you the truth!’ she declared indignantly. She read disbelief in his face, and amended this statement. ‘Well, some of it, anyway!’

  He could not help smiling at this. ‘Tell me all the truth! A little while ago you said it was my uncle’s fault – also your fault – but in what conceivable way could either of you make it necessary for Evelyn to contract a marriage of convenience? Evelyn doesn’t depend on my uncle for his livelihood, nor is he answerable to him for anything he may choose to do! The only power my uncle has is to refuse to permit him to spend any part of his principal – if he should wish to do so!’

  ‘But that is just what he does wish to do!’ she replied. ‘At least, I can’t suppose that he wishes to do it precisely – except that it would be a great relief to him to be rid of all the worry and bother of my debts.’

  ‘Your debts! But – Is Miss Stavely an heiress? and is Evelyn crazy enough to imagine that he will be able to dispose of her fortune as he pleases? It isn’t possible!’

  ‘No, and he wouldn’t dream of doing such a thing, if it were! He means to settle my debts out of his own fortune. He says – and you did too, Kit! – that Papa should have done so, and that it is just the same as if he had. And also he says that he is determined your uncle shall know nothing about it. So he went to see him, to try if he couldn’t prevail upon him to end the Trust – putting it on the score of his age, and how much he dislikes being treated as though he were a schoolboy. Which is true, Kit!’

  ‘Yes, I know it is. What had my uncle to say to that?’

  ‘Well, he didn’t say very much to Evelyn – only that he would be glad to be rid of the Trust, and would willingly end it the instant Evelyn had finished sowing his wild oats. But afterwards he came to see me, and although he was very stiff, I do him the justice to acknowledge that he discussed the matter with far less of that reserve of his which I find so daunting! He spoke very kindly of Evelyn, saying that he has many excellent qualities, and that in spite of being far too heedless and rackety he doesn’t commit horrid excesses, or frequent low company, which (Henry says) has become the fashion amongst a certain set of young men. And then he said he would be happy to see him married to some female of character, since he had been brought to believe that marriage would be the making of him, and cause him to become more settled and responsible – though not, he fears, such a pattern-card as you!’

  ‘Much obliged to him! What can ha
ve possessed him to say anything so foolhardy? Did you give him snuff?’

  She laughed. ‘No, I was more inclined to embrace him for holding you in esteem. Besides, I know it to be true. Oh, I don’t mean that you are a pattern-card of virtue, so you needn’t look so – so –’

  ‘Dog-sick?’ suggested her ungrateful offspring.

  ‘Odious creature! All I meant to say – and your uncle too! – was that you are more – more dependable than Evelyn. You always were. I wish you will stop funning: this is a serious matter!’ She looked up at him, smiling ruefully. ‘I know I’m lightminded, Kit, but not when it is a question of my sons’ welfare, I promise you! I would make any sacrifice – indeed, I have been wondering whether I ought not to change this room again, and make it all blue, or pink, or straw-coloured, no matter how commonplace it would be. They say that green is an unlucky colour, you know, and there’s no denying that my luck has been quite out for months, which is not the least helpful to poor Evelyn. I thought that if only I could win a fortune all his troubles would be over. Well, they would have been, but the luck hardly ever runs my way. Yes, and that puts me in mind of something that has me in a puzzle! One is for ever hearing of persons who have lost their fortunes at gaming, but one never hears of anyone who has won a fortune. It seems very odd to me. Where do all the lost fortunes go to?’

  ‘Never into your pocket, love – that’s all I know! So don’t, I implore you, change this room! I daresay that would cost a fortune.’

  ‘Yes, but I shouldn’t grudge a penny of it!’ she said earnestly. She added, with a touch of asperity: ‘And I am quite at a loss to understand why you should go into whoops!’

  ‘Never mind, Mama!’ he said unsteadily. ‘Only don’t – don’t m-make sacrifices for Evelyn! I’m persuaded he won’t appreciate them as – as he ought!’