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Kitty welcomed on all hands with enthusiasm as Ashe's wife and her own daughter-in-law, fêted to the top of her bent, smiled on at Court, flattered by the country-houses, always exquisitely dressed, smiling and eager, apparently full of ambition for Ashe no less than for herself, a happy, notorious, busy little person, with a touch of wildness that did but give edge to her charm and keep the world talking.
When the other was through he said only two words: "No return." So much had happened in so short a time that Ross's initial shock at the destruction of the gate had faded, been well overlaid by all the demands made upon his resources, skill, and strength. Even now, the fact Ashe voiced seemed of little consequence balanced against the struggle in progress.
"Refuse them all, Margaret; I'm tired to death of dining out." "Not all, I think," pleaded Margaret. "Here's that nice woman you remember who wanted to thank Mr. Ashe for what he'd done for her son. You promised to dine with her." "Did I?" Kitty wriggled with annoyance. "Well, then, I suppose we must. What did William do for her?
It was a whale which would deceive anyone who did not test its hide with a harpoon, and whalers with harpoons large enough to trouble such a monster were yet well in the future. Ashe slid a dugout into the water, and Ross climbed into that unsteady craft, holding it against the side of the disguised sub until his partner joined him.
You get neither the good of your good nor the bad of your bad." "I have no good," said Kitty, bitterly. "What's the matter with you, miladi?" said Ashe, half scolding, half tender. "You growl over my remarks as though you were your own small dog with a bone. Come here and let me tell you the news."
"Why," she burst out passionately, "I'd be the biggest little fool on earth to marry you just because just because I like you, because you kissed me and for a minute made me feel that life could be bounded by you and kisses. You're only the second possible man I've ever seen. You and Tommy Ashe. And before you came I could easily have persuaded myself that I loved Tommy."
But this is only music! and for a charity. One just sits in one's gondola, and follows the music up the canal. Send word by bearer. Your fond mother, "Marguerite d'Estrées." Kitty tossed the note over to Ashe. "Aren't you dining out somewhere to-night?" Her voice was listless.
Ashe had almost given up the search when, going to the back door and looking out as a last chance, he perceived her walking slowly on the gravel drive. She greeted Ashe with a smile, but something was plainly troubling her. She did not speak for a moment and they walked side by side. "What is it?" said Ashe at length. "What is the matter?" She looked at him gravely. "Gloom," she said.
Before he came, it was known only to Margaret French that Kitty had escaped by herself from the house and could not be found. Ashe and Lady Tranmore saw the doctor, who prescribed, and would not admit that there was any cause for alarm. The heat had tried the child, and Lady Kitty he looked round the nursery for her in some perplexity might be quite reassured.
I talked to Lord Parham about you last night." William Ashe flushed a little. "Did you? Very kind of you." "Not at all. I didn't flatter you in the least. Nor did he. But they're going to give you your chance!" She bent forward and lightly patted the sleeve of his coat with the fingers of a very delicate hand. In this sympathetic aspect, Madame d'Estrées was no doubt exceedingly attractive.
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