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In front, alone in the roped-off space, was Lady Eleanour, fragile, dainty, graceful, waiting with a smile upon her face to receive the winner. And on a table beside her, naked and dignified, the Shepherd's Trophy.
"But mamma would not let us bring him," cried Harold in an aggrieved tone, "because he will roll in the flower-beds." "Do you think it is nearly half-past four, Aunt Eleanour?" asked Denis. "Very nearly, I should think. Suppose you were to go and see if they have brought the tea-kettle in; and if they have, call to me from the drawing-room window, and I will come."
Lady Eleanour looked up, hot with indignation, and half rose from her seat. But M'Adam merely smiled. "Wullie, turn and mak' yer bow to the leddy," he said. "They'll no hurt us noo we're up; it's when we're doon they'll flock like corbies to the carrion."
Na, na; there's nae good fechtin' agin fate and the judges. Weel, I wush you well o' yer victory. Aiblins' twill be oor turn next." Then a rush, headed by Sam'l, roughly hustled the one away and bore the other off on its shoulders in boisterous triumph. In giving the Cup away, Lady Eleanour made a prettier speech than ever.
I think we could manage to put her up in the little blue dressing-room. She is so good-natured; she won't mind its being so small." "Yes, do; I want Lyndsay to see her. And give my best love to Aunt Eleanour, and say that if she is going to send me any more tracts against Popery, I should be extremely obliged if she would prepay the postage sufficiently." "Oh no, George, I could not.
It was taken up gallantly, and cast from mouth to mouth; and strangers, though they did not understand, caught the contagion and cheered too; and the uproar continued for some minutes. When it was ended Lady Eleanour was standing up, a faint flush on her cheeks and her eyes flashing dangerously, like a queen at bay. "Yes," she cried, and her clear voice thrilled through the air like a trumpet.
"All these cottages and houses belong to Weald, and it is all daddy's on this side of the river down to where you see the white railings a long way down near the poplars, and that is the road we go to tea with Aunt Eleanour; and do you see a little blue speck on the hill over there? You could see if you had a telescope. Daddy showed me once; but you must shut your eye.
Lady Eleanour, her cheeks flushed with pleasure, waved her parasol, and attempted to restrain her son's exuberance. Parson Leggy danced an unclerical jig, and shook hands with the squire till both those fine old gentlemen were purple in the face. Long Kirby selected a small man in the crowd, and bashed his hat down over his eyes.
The tension loosed, the battle lost, the little man almost broke down. There were red dabs of color in his face; his eyes were big; his lips pitifully quivering; he was near to sobbing. An old man utterly alone he had staked his all on a throw and lost. Lady Eleanour marked the forlorn little figure, standing solitary on the fringe of the uproarious mob.
In the squire's pew were Cyril Gilbraith, Muriel Sylvester, and, most conspicuous, Lady Eleanour.
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