“It is such good manners to telegraph,[127]” said Arthur, “much more business-like. Don’t you think so, Aunt Em?”
“Extraordinary lapses—” began Miss Fortescue.
“Aunt Em,” said Jeannie, “you said you wouldn’t.”
“Wouldn’t what?” asked Arthur.
“Nothing. I’m glad he is coming, Arthur; I’ve got several things to say after lunch. Wroxton is waking up.”
“Is it?” asked he, dubiously6.
“Yes. Aunt Em, do have some paté.”
“Innocent birds,” said Miss Fortescue.
“Quite innocent. I’ll give you some.”
Miss Fortescue watched Jeannie helping7 her with an absent eye, which suddenly became attentive8.
“No truffles, Jeannie,” she said; “I can’t bear truffles. Why they put them in paté I can’t think. It entirely9 spoils it.”
Jeannie laughed.
“The plot thickens,” she said. “As soon as you’ve finished eating the liver of diseased game, Aunt Em, we’ll go out.”
“Not diseased, dear,” said Miss Fortescue, earnestly, with her mouth full, “only[128] unwisely fed. They feed them on figs10. How delicious! And how unwise!”
“How clever and how immoral11!” said Jeannie, who had gone as a guest to the Ladies’ Literary union.
“That woman,” said Miss Fortescue, incisively12, “thinks everything that doesn’t live in a close is immoral.”
“I’ve got a letter from ‘that woman,’ which I shall read you after lunch,” said Jeannie. “Poor Mrs. Collingwood is in a terrible state of mind.”
“She always is,” said Miss Fortescue. “She is always either deploring13 something or condemning14 something. Which does she do in your letter, Jeannie? A shade more paté, please.”
“She does both,” said Jeannie.
“I would give a hundred pounds,” said Arthur, “if I had it, to see Mrs. Collingwood tipsy.”
“It would do her a world of good,” said Miss Fortescue. “Her only chance of learning to forgive any one for drinking lies in drinking too much herself. I can not stand people who think that the miracle at Cana[129] consisted in water being turned into fruit syrup15.”
“Don’t be profane16, Aunt Em,” said Jeannie.
Aunt Em cast her eyes to the ceiling. She had finished her paté.
“I don’t know whom we are waiting for,” she observed.
“No one, dear, if you have finished,” said Jeannie. “Come out, Arthur. The revelations shall begin.”
Aunt Em had a horror of damp grass, even when only the soles of her strong boots rested on it, and she always had a rug spread by her chair, on which she could put her feet. Ripe mulberries from the tree not infrequently fell on it, and when Aunt Em got up she usually trod on them with her strong boots, and made an indelible stain. But her silence had been so thundery when Jeannie suggested that a piece of matting would do as well that no one had ventured again to propose any substitute for her valuable Persian rug.
“Now, Arthur,” said Jeannie, as soon as coffee had come, “I’m going to tell you and[130] Aunt Em all that has happened. Aunt Em, dear, don’t toss your head; you only know the less important piece of it.”
“Go on,” said Arthur.
“Well, it all began this morning. Aunt Em and I went to the Art Exhibition, and saw there a picture of me and Toby by Mr. Collingwood.”
Arthur stared.
“I thought you had never seen him,” he said.
“I didn’t think I had. But, apparently17, he had seen me. Oh, there was no mistaking it. It was a picture of Toby shaking himself, and me keeping him off with a parasol. I remember it happening perfectly18. I had on a new dress, as Aunt Em and I had been calling, and afterward19 we had tea down by the mill.”
“That’s not so terrible,” said Arthur.
“I know it isn’t; but that is not all. On the way out of the exhibition I met Miss Clifford carrying catalogues. When I told her I was surprised at seeing the picture, she was filled with such dismay that she dropped them all, and we picked them up together.[131] But before she dropped them she said, ‘But Colonel Raymond told me——’”
Jeannie suddenly burst into a peal20 of laughter.
“I know that man,” remarked Arthur. “He is like a person out of a book about the army by a lady. What did Colonel Raymond say?”
“You see, as I was picking up the catalogues,” continued Jeannie, “I could not help concluding that Miss Clifford was surprised that I was surprised because of something Colonel Raymond had said. So when we had finished I asked her what it was. And she told me.”
“Well?” said Arthur.
“Oh, Arthur, how dull you are!” said Jeannie. “He had said or hinted that I knew all about it—in fact, that I was engaged to Mr. Collingwood. He was kind enough to add that it was to be kept private for the present.”
There was silence for a moment. At last Miss Fortescue spoke21.
“It was an ill day for the Aveshams,” she said, “when Colonel Raymond’s wife’s sis[132]ter’s husband’s sister married your mother’s brother’s cousin.”
“So that is what that infernal man meant,” said Arthur. “Yesterday evening, in the smoking-room of the club, I heard him say we were all very much excited about it. Then he stopped, and said he had nearly let it out.”
“Well, then, there is some hope yet,” said Jeannie. “Arthur, I want you to go there this afternoon, and tell him he is under a delusion22. Mrs. Raymond was with him, so Miss Clifford said, when he announced it.”
“And may I tell him exactly what I think about him?” asked Arthur.
“Tell him what I think,” said Miss Fortescue; “I feel more strongly than you.”
“Oh, no,” said Jeannie. “What is the use of quarrelling with people? Just say he is mistaken. Oh, you might ask who told him. Of course he made it up.”
“Yes, that would be awkward,” said Arthur, appreciatively. “But read me Mrs. Collingwood’s letter.”
Jeannie took it from her pocket, and read:[133]
“The Close, Wroxton.
“Dear Miss Avesham: I can not express to you how shocked and horrified23 I am at what my son has done. I hurried home directly after I saw that terrible picture in order to write to you and assure you how entirely ignorant I was of the subject of the work which I knew Jack was going to send to the exhibition, and how entirely ignorant, I may add, I have been of him. I passed you and Miss Fortescue, I know, in the gallery, but I could not speak—I was too indignant. I am quite upset, and can neither think nor work.
“With much sympathy,
“Believe me,
“Yours truly,
“Margaret Collingwood.
“P.S.—I have written to my son expressing my views.”
“I should like to see her letter to her son,” said Miss Fortescue, grimly. “An awful woman. Why, you would think that he had committed an assault with violence on Jeannie, or had been garroting her.[134]”
Arthur took a telegram out of his pocket.
“He says he will be here before lunch,” he said, “as I want to play golf with him in the afternoon. I hope he won’t get the letter before he starts. Also I should like to see him open it.”
“I don’t suppose he would come if he got it first,” said Miss Fortescue. “It would make matters rather simpler if he didn’t.”
“Why?” asked Jeannie.
“Won’t it be rather awkward when he meets you?” asked Aunt Em.
“Not in the least, unless he makes it so for himself. But men are so stupid. Of course, if he stares like an owl24, and then turns red in the face, it will be. But if he has a grain of tact25 he will do neither. Now, if he was a woman, he wouldn’t mind in the least.”
“Oh, he’s not a woman,” said Arthur, with conviction.
“Then he probably has no tact. In any case, it is his own doing if it is awkward for him. He has done nothing wrong. He saw a strange girl and a strange dog, and painted them. He painted them well, too; if he had[135] painted them badly it would have been different.”
Arthur got up.
“Well, I must get back to the brewery,” he said. “Afterward I shall go to the club, and get there in time to catch the Colonel before his whist. Oh, he told me he was a relation. Is that so?”
“He explained it to me at some length,” said Miss Fortescue. “I think his wife is your mother’s sister’s husband’s wife’s brother’s sister’s sister-in-law. I followed him so far, I know.”
“What a man!” said Arthur. “I must be off. Are you going to answer Mrs. Collingwood’s note, Jeannie?”
“Yes; she will think I have no delicacy26 of feeling, but I shall answer it. Also it would be better to let her know that Mr. Collingwood is coming here to-morrow.”
“You’d better send her a quart of mulberry gin at once,” remarked Miss Fortescue.
“Yes, my character is gone,” said Jeannie. “Good-bye, Arthur. Be gentle with our cousin, but be firm.”
“Be what you like, as long as you’re[136] firm,” said Aunt Em. “It will end in a duel27 in the asparagus-bed, I expect.”
“He and I, Jeannie and Mr. Collingwood,” said Arthur.
Miss Fortescue followed him indoors, leaving Jeannie alone under the trees. She was much annoyed at all that had happened, but she was a little amused, and had a sense of being somewhat ill-used. Though she had defended him, she thought Mr. Collingwood had behaved rather badly, the Colonel had behaved very badly indeed, and Mrs. Collingwood was absurd. However, she was going to deal with that lady, and Arthur was going to deal with the Colonel, and there only remained Mr. Collingwood himself. Jeannie devoutly28 hoped he would have some glimmerings of tact about him. If he looked awkward and uncomfortable, she would feel so, too, and really there was nothing to be awkward about. If she had done such a picture she would have snapped her fingers at any possible consequences, for she had the greatest respect for achievement of any kind. Certainly the picture was an achievement, and in her secret heart she had a pang29 of exul[137]tation at the thought that she was like that. Jeannie was singularly free from self-consciousness, and in her nature there was hardly a touch of egotism. But she wondered whether her sight of the picture had not given her some. In a way it had been a piece of self-revelation to her. She had no idea that people saw her like that. Very possibly they did not, but here was a man who did. How could she see him, she wondered?
She had only given him one glance at their one meeting, and she remembered nothing more than a straight, rather tall figure, and a kindled30 eye. Very likely she would not have known him again if they had met casually. He looked clean and alert, that is all she would have sworn to. But she looked forward with a good deal of interest to his coming next day.
Thus far had run her meditations31 when they were interrupted by the butler. Miss Clifford was waiting outside to know if she could see Jeannie for a moment, and only if she was disengaged. Jeannie sat up.
“Yes, ask her to come out here,” she said.
It would be hardly possible to conceive a[138] more agonized32 and embarrassed face than that which Miss Clifford turned to Jeannie, and the latter could not conceive what was the matter.
“I am quite free,” she said, “and delighted to see you. Did you come down on your bicycle?”
“No,” said Miss Clara, “I did not feel up to my bicycle,” and Jeannie noticed that her hands were trembling.
“Do sit down,” she said, gently. “And there is no hurry. Have some coffee? No? Tell me what it is then, just when you feel inclined.”
There was a bitter tension about the corners of poor Miss Clara’s mouth, and twice she tried to speak, but was unable.
“Ph?be,” she began at length, “Ph?be has been very unkind to me, Miss Avesham. And I felt—I felt I could not rest without telling you about it. It was my fault, she said, that—Oh, dear me, dear me!”
And Miss Clifford gasped33 once or twice, like a person coming up after a long dive, and burst into tears.
In a moment Jeannie was by her.[139]
“Oh, my poor, dear thing!” she said; “please don’t cry. You are upset about something, and speaking makes it worse. Let’s get up and walk quietly to and fro a little, and then if you feel better and still want to tell me, you shall, and if not—why, just don’t tell me. I am sure it is nothing bad, and, whatever it is, remember I forgive you, if it in any way concerns me.”
Miss Clifford tied her face into a series of hard knots, and put on a series of expressions so widely different from each other that she could have made her fortune as an impersonator at a music-hall if any of them had resembled any one else, but they were all of them unique.
In a few minutes, however, she recovered.
“No, I want to tell you, dear Miss Avesham,” she said, “if you will excuse the liberty of my calling you that, and Ph?be was so unkind that I felt I should never be happy again, if she was right, and I never told you. She said I drew Colonel Raymond on to say what he did.”
Jeannie’s companion struggled a moment with a wild spasm34 of internal laughter at[140] the thought of Miss Clara drawing Colonel Raymond on, and conquered it.
“I don’t quite understand,” she said, “Tell me all about it from the beginning.”
“Well, it was this way,” said Miss Clara, “that picture came to our house, and of course Ph?be and I both recognised it, and Ph?be said it would be very awkward if we exhibited it if it so happened that it had been done without your knowledge. And she suggested—it was she who suggested it—that there might be some understanding between you and Mr. Collingwood.”
“I see,” said Jeannie. “Well?”
“At that moment there came a ring at the door, and it was Colonel and Mrs. Raymond. And Ph?be said how lucky, because Colonel Raymond, being your cousin, would be sure to know if there was anything. So in they came, and I showed the picture to the Colonel. Then there came in what Ph?be blames me for, and she was so unkind I hardly ate a bit of lunch. I can hardly tell you about it.”
“There is no hurry,” said Jeannie again,[141] seeing that Miss Clifford’s face was growing contorted. But after a moment she went on.
“Colonel Raymond recognised it at once,” she said, “and looked up at me. And Ph?be says I looked slyly at him, and prompted him to say what he did. You know, Miss Avesham, Colonel Raymond is rather an odd man in some ways. He can’t bear that any one should hear anything before he knows it himself, and naturally he would feel it more if I knew something about you particularly before he did. He did catch my eye, it is true, and— Oh, yes, I must tell you all; Ph?be was right—I meant that he should. And then he broke out with, ‘How news travels, but of course you must say nothing about it!’ And, oh, dear me, Miss Avesham, if it has all been my fault I shall never, never forgive myself.”
Jeannie got up from her chair, took both Miss Clara’s hands in hers, and kissed her.
“You are a dear, good woman,” she said, “and I love you for telling me. Now we won’t say a single word more about it, unless your sister is unkind again, in which case I shall come flying to the rescue. There is no[142] harm done at all, and as Mr. Collingwood is coming to stay here to-morrow every one will think it perfectly natural that he should have done a picture of me. Give me a kiss.”
Miss Clara’s face had been a perfect study during this last speech of Jeannie’s, and at the close she heaved herself out of her chair, and raised her face to hers like a child, and the joy and honour of kissing and being kissed by an Honourable35 was entirely submerged in her natural and human affection for the beautiful girl.
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