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But what on earth's up, mother?" Her lips shut closely. "Remember, nine-thirty!" She turned and went back into the darkness of the Gallery. Arthur hesitated a moment in the passage outside. Then he turned back toward the little entrance-room opposite the entrance to the ordinary Ladies' Gallery, where he found another attendant. "Is Miss Glenwilliam here?" he inquired, carelessly.
But she fronted him bravely. "You are, as it happens, entirely wrong, Arthur. It's not I who have done it but Miss Glenwilliam's own good sense or her father's. Of course I confess frankly that I should have done my best that I did, if you like, do my best, to prevent your marriage with Miss Glenwilliam.
But it was increasingly evident that he felt himself on false ground; lured there, moreover, by feelings he could hardly suppose were unsuspected by his hosts. Enid Glenwilliam watched him with secret but sympathetic laughter; and presently came to his aid. She rose from her seat. "It's a little hot here, Marion. Shall I have time to show Mr. Coryston the view from the wood-path before tea?"
His name would probably never appear in connection with it. But that mattered nothing to him. What did vex him was that he probably would not have an opportunity of talking it over with Glenwilliam before it finally left his hands. He was pleased with it, however. The drastic, or scathing phrases of it kept running through his head.
And I can only regard a marriage between my son and yourself as undesirable not only for my son but first and foremost, Miss Glenwilliam, for yourself." "And why?" Laying down the fan upon her knee, the young lady now applied her nimble fingers to smoothing the white and curling tips of the feathers. The color rushed into Lady Coryston's lightly wrinkled cheeks.
Nonsense!" said Lady Coryston, impatiently. "I was talking of this last speech of Glenwilliam's, attacking us landlords. If the duel still existed he would either never have made it or he would have been shot within twenty-four hours!" "Hang Glenwilliam!" Sir Wilfrid's tone was brusque. "I want to talk about Marcia!" Lady Coryston turned slowly round upon him. "What's wrong with Marcia?
It was abominable of you to go and see Enid, without a word to me! it was abominable to plot and plan behind my back, and then to force yourself on her and insult her to her face! Do you think a girl of any spirit whatever would put herself in your clutches after that? No! she didn't want to come it too hard on you that's her way! so she made up some tale about Glenwilliam.
But her father did not notice it. He lifted his head to listen. "I think I hear the motor." "You look tired," said Marion to her guest. The first bout of conversation was over, and Dr. Atherstone had gone back to his letters. Enid Glenwilliam took off her hat, accepted the cushion which her hostess was pressing upon her, and lay at ease in her cane chair.
But in March a catastrophe happened which shook the mind of England, and profoundly altered the course of politics. An American yacht with Glenwilliam on board was overtaken off the Needles by a sudden and terrific storm, and went down, without a survivor, and with nothing but some floating wreckage to tell the tale. The Chancellor's daughter was left alone and poor.
It'll do Glenwilliam nothing but good. He belongs to a class that's too fond of beating its wives. Well, well so my mother's coming!" He glanced round the little house and garden. "Look here!" He bent forward peremptorily. "You'll see that Miss Glenwilliam treats her decently?" Marion's expression showed a certain bewilderment. "I wouldn't trust that girl!" Coryston went on, with vehemence.
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