"Qui est-ce?"
"Le père de M'sieur," answered Jacques gloomily.
Fran?ois cast the ruffle aside.
"Le père de M'sieur! I go at once." He vanished out of the door and scuttled2 downstairs to the library. Sir Maurice was startled by his sudden entrance, and raised his eyeglass the better to observe this very abrupt3, diminutive4 creature.
Fran?ois bowed very low.
"M'sieu, eet ees zat my mastaire 'e ees wiz hees barbier. Eef m'sieu would come up to ze chamber6 of my mastaire?"
Sir Maurice smiled.
"Assurément. Vous allez marcher en tête?"
Fran?ois' face broke into a delighted smile.
"Ah, m'sieur parle Fran?ais! Si m'sieur veut me suivre?"
"M'sieur veut bien," nodded Sir Maurice. He followed Fran?ois upstairs to Philip's luxurious7 bedroom. Fran?ois put forward a chair.
"M'sieur will be graciously pleased to seat himself? M'sieur Philippe will come very soon. It is the visit of the barber, you understand."
"A serious matter," agreed Sir Maurice.
"M'sieur understands well. Me, I am valet of M'sieur Philippe."
"I had guessed it. You are Fran?ois?"
"Yes, m'sieur. It is perhaps that M'sieur Philippe has spoken of me?" He looked anxiously at Sir Maurice.
"Certainly he has spoken of you," smiled Sir Maurice.
"No, he said no such thing," answered Sir Maurice gravely. "He told me he possessed10 a veritable treasure for a valet."
"Ah!" Fran?ois clapped his hands. "It is true, m'sieur. I am a very good valet—oh, but very good!" He skipped to the bed and picked up an embroidered11 satin vest. This he laid over a chair-back.
"The vest of M'sieur Philippe," he said reverently12.
"So I see," said Sir Maurice. "What's he doing, lying abed so late?"
"Ah, non, m'sieur! He does not lie abed late! Oh, but never, never. It is that the barber is here, and the tailor—imbeciles, both! They put M'sieur Philippe in a bad humour with their so terrible stupidity. He spends an hour explaining what it is that he wishes." Fran?ois cast up his eyes. "And they do not understand, no! They are of so great a density13! M'sieur Philippe he become much enraged14, naturally."
"Monsieur Philippe is very particular, eh?"
Fran?ois beamed. He was opening various pots in readiness for his master.
"Yes, m'sieur. M'sieur Philippe must have everything just as he likes it."
At that moment Philip walked in, wrapped in a gorgeous silk robe, and looking thunderous. When he saw his father his brow cleared.
"You, sir? Have you waited long?"
"No, only ten minutes or so. Have you strangled the tailor?"
Philip laughed.
"De près! Fran?ois, I will be alone with M'sieur."
Fran?ois bowed. He went out with his usual hurried gait.
Philip sat down before his dressing-table.
"What do you think of the incomparable Fran?ois?" he asked.
"But quite inimitable. You're out early this morning, sir?"
"My dear Philip, it is close on noon! I have been to see Cleone."
Philip picked up a nail-polisher and passed it gently across his fingers.
"Ah?"
"Philip, I am worried."
"Yes?" Philip was intent on his nails. "And why?"
"I don't understand the child! I could have sworn she was dying for you to return!"
Philip glanced up quickly.
"That is true?"
"I thought so. At home—yes, I am certain of it! But now she seems a changed being." He frowned, looking at his son. Philip was again occupied with his hands. "She is in excellent spirits; she tells me that she enjoys every moment of every day. She was in ecstasies17! I spoke8 of you and she was quite indifferent. What have you done to make her so, Philip?"
"I do not quite know. I have become what she would have had me. To test her, I aped the mincing18 extravagance of the typical town-gallant. She was surprised at first, and then angry. That pleased me. I thought: Cleone does not like the thing I am; she would prefer the real me. Then I waited on Lady Malmerstoke. Cleone was there. She was, as you say, quite changed. I suppose she was charming; it did not seem so to me. She laughed and flirted19 with her fan; she encouraged me to praise her beauty; she demanded the madrigal20 I had promised her. When I read it she was delighted. She asked her aunt if I were not a dreadful, flattering creature. Then came young Winton, who is, I take it, amoureux à en perdre la tête. To him she was all smiles, behaving like some Court miss. Since then she has always been the same. She is kind to every man who comes her way, and to me. You say you do not understand? Nor do I. She is not the Cleone I knew, and not the Cleone I love. She makes herself as—Clothilde de Chaucheron. Charmante, spirituelle, one to whom a man makes trifling21 love, but not the one a man will wed5." He spoke quietly, and with none of his usual sparkle.
Sir Maurice leaned forward, striking his fist on his knee.
"But she is not that type of woman, Philip! That's what I can't understand!"
"She is not, you say? I wonder now whether that is so. She flirted before, you remember, with Bancroft."
"Ay! To tease you!"
"Cela se peut. This time it is not to tease me. That I know."
"But, Philip, if it is not for that, why does she do it?"
"Presumably because she so wishes. It is possible that the adulation she receives has flown to her head. It is almost as though she sought to captivate me."
"Cleone would never do such a thing!"
"Well, sir, you will see. Come with us this afternoon. Tom and I are bidden to take a dish of Bohea with her ladyship."
"You do care, Philip? Still?" He watched Philip pick up the haresfoot with fingers that trembled a little.
"Care?" said Philip. "I—yes, sir. I care—greatly."
Lady Malmerstoke glanced critically at her niece.
"You are very gay, Clo," she remarked.
"Gay?" cried Cleone. "How could I be sober, Aunt Sally? I am enjoying myself so much!"
"Then I am not in the mode," laughed Cleone. "Don't forget, Aunt, that I am but a simple country-maid!" She swept a mock curtsey.
"What do you mean?" demanded Cleone.
"Don't eat me," sighed her aunt. "'Tis your principal charm—freshness."
"Oh!" said Cleone doubtfully.
"Or it was," added Lady Malmerstoke, folding her hands and closing her eyes.
"Was! Aunt Sally, I insist that you tell me what it is you mean!"
"My love, you know very well what I mean."
"No, I do not! I—I—Aunt Sally, wake up!"
Her ladyship's brown eyes opened.
"Well, my dear, if you must have it, 'tis this—you make yourself cheap by your flirtatious31 ways."
Cleone's cheeks flamed.
"I—oh, I don't f—flirt! I—Auntie, how can you say so?"
"Quite easily," said her ladyship. "Else had I left it unsaid. Since this Mr. Philip Jettan has returned you have acquired all the tricks of the sex. I do not find it becoming in you, but mayhap I am wrong."
"It has nothing to do with Ph—Mr. Jettan!"
"I beg your pardon, my dear, I thought it had. But if you wish to attract him—"
"I wish you would not interrupt," complained Lady Malmerstoke wearily. "I said if you wish to attract him you should employ less obvious methods."
"H—how dare you, Aunt Sally! I wish to attract him? I hate him! I hate the very sight of him!"
The sleepy brown eyes grew more alert.
"Is that the way the wind lies?" murmured Lady Malmerstoke. "What's he done?" she added, ever practical.
"He hasn't done anything. He—I—"
"Then what hasn't he done?"
"Aunt Sally—Aunt Sally—you—I won't answer! He—nothing at all! 'Tis merely that I do not like him."
"It's not apparent in your manner," remarked her ladyship. "Are you determined34 that he shall fall in love with you?"
"Of course I never thought of such a thing! I—why should I?"
"For the pleasure of seeing him at your feet, and then kicking him away. Revenge, my love, revenge."
"How dare you say such things, Aunt! It—it isn't true!"
Lady Malmerstoke continued to pursue her own line of thought.
"From all I can see of this Philip, he's not the man to be beaten by a chit of a girl. I think he is in love with you. Have a care, my dear. Men with chins like his are not safe. I've had experience, and I know. He'll win in the end, if he has a mind to do so."
"Mind!" Cleone was scornful. "He has no mind above clothes or poems!"
Lady Malmerstoke eyed her lazily.
"Who told you that, Clo?"
"No one. I can see for myself."
"There is nothing blinder than a very young woman," philosophised her ladyship. "One lives and one learns. Your Philip—"
"He isn't my Philip!" cried Cleone, nearly in tears.
"You put me out," complained her aunt. "Your Philip is no fool. He's dangerous. On account of that chin, you understand. Don't have him, my dear; he's one of your masterful men. They are the worst; old Jeremy Fletcher was like that. Dear me, what years ago that was!"
"He—he's no more masterful than—than his uncle!"
"No, thank heaven, Tom's an easy-going creature," agreed her aunt. "A pity Philip is not the same."
"But I tell you he is! If—if he were more masterful I should like him better! I like a man to be a man and not—a—a pranked-out doll!"
"How you have changed!" sighed her aunt. "I thought that was just what you did not want. Didn't you send your Philip away to become a beau?"
"He is not my Philip—Aunt! I—no, of course I did—didn't. And if I d-did, it was very st-stupid of me, and now I'd rather have a—a masterful man."
"Ay, we're all like that in our youth," nodded her aunt. "When you grow older you'll appreciate the milder sort. I nearly married Jerry Fletcher. Luckily I changed my mind and had Malmerstoke. God rest his soul, poor fellow! Now I shall have Tom, I suppose."
Cleone broke into a hysterical35 laugh.
"Aunt, you are incorrigible36! How can you talk so?"
"Dreadful, isn't it? But I was always like that. Very attractive, you know. I never was beautiful, but I made a great success. I quite shocked my poor mother. But it was all a pose, of course. It made me noticed. I was so amusing and novel—like you, my love, but in a different way. All a pose."
"Why, is it still a pose, Aunt?"
"Don't—don't let's talk—about me," begged Cleone unsteadily. "I—hardly know what possesses me, but—Oh, there's the bell!"
Lady Malmerstoke dragged herself up.
"Already? Clo, is my wig39 on straight? Drat the men, I've not had a wink40 of sleep the whole afternoon. A nice hag I shall look to-night. Which of them is it, my dear?"
Cleone was peering out of the window.
"'Tis James and Jennifer, Aunt." She came back into the room. "It seems an age since I saw Jenny."
Lady Malmerstoke studied herself in her little mirror.
"Is she the child who lives down in the country?"
"Yes—Jenny Winton, such a sweet little thing. She has come up with Mr. Winton for a few weeks. I am so glad she managed to induce him to bring her!" Cleone ran forward as the two Wintons were ushered41 in. "Jenny, dear!"
Jennifer was half a head shorter than Cleone, a shy child with soft grey eyes and mouse-coloured hair. She flung her arms round Cleone's neck.
"Oh, Clo, how prodigious42 elegant you look!" she whispered.
"And oh, Jenny, how pretty you look!" retorted Cleone. "Aunt Sally, this is my dear Jennifer!"
Jennifer curtseyed.
"How do you do, ma'am?" she said in a voice fluttering with nervousness.
"I am very well, child. Come and sit down beside me." She patted the couch invitingly43. "Is this your first visit to town, my dear?"
Jennifer sat down on the edge of the couch. She stole an awed44 glance at Lady Malmerstoke's powdered wig.
"Yes, ma'am. It is so exciting."
"I'll warrant it is! And have you been to many balls, yet?"
"N-no." The little face clouded over. "Papa does not go out very much," she explained.
"Oh, Auntie, please take Jenny to the Dering ball next week!" she said impulsively46. "You will come, won't you, sweet?"
"To be sure," nodded her ladyship. "Of course she will come! James, sit down! You should know by now how the sight of anyone on their feet fatigues48 me, silly boy! Dear me, child, how like you are to your brother! Are you looking at my wig? Monstrous49, isn't it?"
Jennifer was covered with confusion.
"Oh, no, ma'am, I—"
"Of course you were. How could you help it? Cleone tells me it is a ridiculous creation, don't you, my love?"
"I do, and I truly think it!" answered Cleone, her eyes dancing. "'Tis just a little more impossible than the last."
"There!" Lady Malmerstoke turned back to Jennifer. "She is an impertinent hussy, is she not?"
"Could she be impertinent?" asked James fondly.
"Very easily she could, and is," nodded her ladyship. "A minx."
"Oh!" Jennifer was shocked.
Jennifer ventured a very small laugh. She had resolutely52 dragged her eyes from the prodigious wig, and was now gazing at Cleone.
"You—you seem quite different," she told her.
Cleone shook her golden head.
"'Tis only that Aunt Sally has tricked me out in fine clothes," she replied. "I'm—oh, I am the same!" she laughed, but not very steadily38. "Am I not, James?"
"I will not have it," said Lady Malmerstoke severely54. "You'll turn the child's head, if 'tis not turned already."
"Oh, it is, it is!" cried Cleone. "I am quite too dreadfully vain! And there is the bell again! James, who is it? It's vastly bad-mannered to peep, but you may do it. Quick!"
James went to the window.
"Too late," he said. "They are in, whoever they are."
"Is—is Sir Maurice coming?" she inquired.
"I told him to be sure to come," answered her ladyship. "You know him, don't you?"
"Oh, yes!" breathed Jennifer.
"Sah Maurice and Mr. Jettan," announced the little black page.
"Drat!" said her ladyship. She rose. "Where's your son?" she demanded, shaking her finger at Sir Maurice.
Sir Maurice kissed her hand.
"Sally, you grow ruder and ruder," he reproved her.
"Maurice," she retorted, "you were ever a punctilious57 ramrod. Philip's the only one of you I want to see. He says such audacious things," she explained. "So gratifying to an old woman. Well, Tom?"
Thomas bowed very low.
"Well, Sally?"
"That's not polite," she said. "You can see I am very well. I declare you are growing thinner!"
Thomas drew himself up sheepishly.
"Am I, my dear?"
Her ladyship gave a little crow of delight.
"You've been taking exercise!" she exclaimed. "If you continue at this rate—I vow58 I'll marry you in a month!"
"I wish you would, my dear," said Tom seriously.
"Oh, I shall one day, never fear!" She caught sight of Jennifer's astonished expression and chuckled. "Now, Tom, behave yourself! You are shocking the child!" she whispered.
"I? What have I done? She's shocked at your forwardness!"
Sir Maurice had walked over to Cleone. She held out her hands, and he made as if to kiss them. She snatched them back.
"Oh, no, no!" she cried. "Sir Maurice!"
He smiled down at her upturned face.
"In truth, my dear, you've so changed from the little Cleone I know that I dare take no liberties."
Her mouth quivered suddenly; she caught at the lapels of his coat.
"No, no, don't say it, sir! I am the same! Oh, I am, I am!"
"What's Cleone doing?" inquired Lady Malmerstoke. "Kissing Maurice? Now who's forward?"
Cleone smiled through her tears.
"You are, Aunt Sally. And you are in a very teasing humour!"
Sir Maurice pressed her hands gently. He turned to the curtseying Jennifer.
"Why, Jenny? This is a surprise! How are you, child?"
"Very well, I thank you, sir," she answered. "Very happy to be in London."
"The first visit! Where are you staying?"
"With Grandmamma, out at Kensington," she said.
Lady Malmerstoke clutched Tom's arm.
"Kensington, poor child!" she murmured. "For heaven's sake everyone sit down! No, Maurice, that chair is too low for me. I'll take the couch." She proceeded to do so. As a matter of course, Tom sat down beside her. The others arranged themselves in two pairs, Sir Maurice leading Jennifer to a chair near the fire, and Cleone going to the window-seat with the admiring James.
Five minutes later the bell rang for the third time, and Jennifer received the worst shock of the afternoon. The page announced Mr. Philip Jettan, and Philip came into the room.
Sir Maurice felt Jennifer's start of surprise, and saw her stare past him as though she saw at least three ghosts.
Philip went to his hostess and dropped on one knee to kiss her hand. He was dressed in puce and old gold. Jennifer thought she had never seen anything so gorgeous, or so astonishing. She did not believe for a moment that it was her old playfellow, Philip.
"Madame, I am late!" said Philip. "I ask a thousand pardons."
"And you are sure you'll receive them!" chuckled her ladyship. "I'd give them, but that it would fatigue28 me so. Where's that ode? Don't tell me you've forgotten it!"
"Forgotten it! Never! It is a very beautiful ode, too, in my best style. Le voici!" He handed her a rolled parchment sheet, tied with mauve ribbons, and with violets cunningly inserted.
"You delightful59 boy!" cried her ladyship, inspecting it. "Violets! How did you know they were my favourite flowers?"
"I knew instinctively," answered Philip solemnly.
"Of course you did! But how charming of you! I declare I daren't untie32 it till the violets are dead. Look, Tom, is it not pretty? And isn't Philip sweet to write me an ode?"
"I am looking," said Tom gloomily. "Ye rascal60, how dare you try to steal my lady's heart away from me?"
Lady Malmerstoke was showing the dainty roll to Sir Maurice.
"An ode to my wig," she told him. "Written in French."
"An ode to your what?" asked Thomas.
"My wig, Tom, my wig! You were not here when we discussed it. Cleone thought it a prodigious ugly wig, but Philip would have none of it. He said such pretty things about it, and promised me an ode for it! Philip, did I thank you?"
Philip was bowing over Cleone's hand. He turned.
"With your eyes, madame, eloquently62! But I need no thanks; it was an honour and a joy."
"Think of that!" nodded my lady, looking from Tom to Sir Maurice. "Philip, come and be presented to Mistress Jennifer. Or do you know her?"
Philip released Cleone's hand, and swung round.
"Jennifer! Of course I know her!" He went across the room. "Why, Jenny, where do you spring from? How are you?"
Jennifer gazed up at him with wide eyes.
"Philip? Is—is it really—you?" she whispered.
"You didn't know me? Jenny, how unkind! Surely I haven't changed as much as that?"
"I have not, I swear I have not! Father, go away! Let me sit here and talk to Jennifer!"
Only too glad to obey, Sir Maurice rose.
"He is very peremptory64 and autocratic, isn't he, my dear?" he smiled.
Philip sank into the vacated chair.
"I—I feel I ought to call you Mr. Jettan!" said Jennifer.
"Jenny! If you dare to do such a thing I shall—I shall—"
"What will you do?"
"Write a canzonet to your big eyes!" he laughed.
Jennifer blushed, and her lips trembled into a smile.
"Will you really? I should like that, I think, Mr. Jettan."
"It shall be ready by noon to-morrow," said Philip at once, "if you will promise not to misname me!"
"But—"
"Jenny, I vow I have not changed so much! 'Tis only my silly clothes!"
"That's—what Clo said when I told her she had changed."
"Oh!" Philip shot a glance towards the unconscious Cleone. "Did she say that?"
"Yes. But I think she has changed, don't you?"
"De tête en pieds," said Philip slowly.
"What is that?" Jennifer looked rather alarmed.
Philip turned back to her.
"French? Do you talk French now? How wonderful!" breathed Jennifer. "Say something else! Please!"
"La lumière de tes beaux yeux me pénètre jusqu'au c?ur." He bowed, smiling.
"Oh! What does that mean?"
"It wouldn't be good for you to know," answered Philip gravely.
"Oh! but I would like to know, I think," she said na?vely.
"I said that—you have very beautiful eyes."
"Did you? How—how dreadful of you! And you won't forget the—the can—can—what you were going to write for me, will you?"
"The canzonet. No, I think it must be a sonnet67. And the flower—alas, your flower is out of season!"
"Is it? What is my flower?"
"A daisy."
She considered this.
"I do not like daisies very much. Haven't I another flower?"
"Yes, a snowdrop."
"Oh, that is pretty!" She clapped her hands. "Is it too late for snowdrops?"
"I defy it to be too late!" said Philip. "You shall have them if I have to fly to the ends of the earth for them!"
Jennifer giggled.
"But you couldn't, could you? Cleone! Cleone!"
Cleone came across the room.
"Yes, Jenny? Has Mr. Jettan been saying dreadfully flattering things to you?"
"N—yes, I think he has! And he says I must still call him Philip. And oh! he is going to write a—a sonnet to my eyes, tied with snowdrops! Mr. J—Philip, what is Cleone's flower?"
Philip had risen. He put a chair forward for Cleone.
"Can you ask, Jenny? What but a rose?"
Cleone sat down. Her lips smiled steadily.
"Ah, mademoiselle, it must be that you have never seen a rose just bursting from the bud!"
"Oh, la! I am overcome, sir! And I have not yet thanked you for the bouquet69 you sent me this morning!"
Philip's eyes travelled to the violets at her breast.
"I did not send violets," he said mournfully.
Cleone's eyes flashed.
"No. These"—she touched the flowers caressingly—"I have from Sir Deryk Brenderby."
"He is very fortunate, mademoiselle. Would that I were also!"
"I think you are, sir. Mistress Ann Nutley wore your carnations70 yesterday the whole evening." Cleone found that she was looking straight into his eyes. Hurriedly she looked away, but a pulse was beating in her throat. For one fleeting71 instant she had seen the old Philip, grave, honest, a little appealing. If only—if only—
"Mr. Jett—I mean Philip! Will you teach me to say something in French?"
"Why, of course, chérie. What would you say?"
The pulse stopped its excited beating; the blue eyes lost their wistful softness. Cleone turned to James, who stood at her elbow.
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