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The apple blossom emerged with a calm, "Dear Lady Waverton." "You are a sad bad thing. I writ you five letters, I think, and not one from you." "You are so much cleverer than I am. I had nothing to say." Alison's voice was sweet and low, but too sublimely calm for perfect comfort in her hearers. "So here I am to say it and make my excuses," she dropped a small curtsey, "my lady.
Waverton's petulant appeal, and an excited maid-servant bustled and blundered over clearing his table with pious invocations at each thunder-clap. She fretted Mr. Waverton, who admonished her and made her worse. Upon him and her there came a man cloaked from heel to eye, streaming rain from every angle. He shook a shower from his hat. "Hell! What a night," says he, breathless. "Save you, squire!"
Hadley rode on with right good will. But when they came to Tetherdown it was announced that Mr. Waverton had gone riding. "Why, then we'll wait for him." Sir John strode in. The butler looked dubious. Mr. Waverton had said nothing of when he would come back. "Why the devil should he?" Sir John stretched his legs before the fire. "He'll dine, won't he?" The butler bowed.
The truth is, something more hangs on this affair than Mr. Harry's whims. Oh, damme, I don't blame you, though. He is tiresome, our Geoffrey." "Why, sir, if we have to waste time, we might waste it more comfortably than with the Waverton family. Shall we say to-morrow?" Colonel Boyce tapped his still excellent teeth. "Patience, patience," he said, and considered his son gravely.
Boyce, I desire that you would come to me at Highgate. I have to-day heard from Geoffrey Waverton what you must instantly know. And the truth is, I cannot be content till I speak with you. But I would not have you come for this my asking.
The wretched creature had been properly punished stamped out by knaves of his own class in a vulgar street brawl a dirty hole-and-corner end. Egad, my lord was very right. These petty, shabby knaves should be dealt with privately. Mr. Waverton found revenge very sweet. So Mr. Harry Boyce had gone to his account, and Alison was happily delivered. Dear child! Mr.
Even as the first blundering remonstrances had irritated Alison's wanton will into passionate resolution, so this ensuing vacillation and delay gave it opportunity. If the tale had been told to Lady Waverton, no doubt but Harry would have been banished from Tetherdown that night. It is likely, indeed, that the ultimate fates of Alison and Harry would have been the same.
"I hope I am still of some use to Mr. Waverton." "Damme, you might be the old family retainer. 'Faithful service of the antique world, egad. I suppose you will end your days with Geoffrey, and be buried at his feet like a trusty hound." "If you please, sir." They looked at each other. "Well, Mr. Boyce, I beg your pardon," Hadley said. "But you'll allow you are irritating to a plain man."
The wide spaces were beset with screens in lacquer, odd chairs, Dutch tables, and very many cabinets, cabinets inlaid with flowers and birds of many colours; cabinets full of shells, agates, corals, and any gaudy stone; cabinets and yet again more cabinets full of Eastern china. In the midst Lady Waverton reclined.
She must be shown that oh delicately, with something of a cold grandeur, a touch of irony maybe, but always in a lofty manner as became one who moved upon heights far above her grovelling soul. Mr. Waverton, for all his high irony, rode back home through the dregs of the storm very furiously. CAPTAIN McBEAN TAKES HORSE
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