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It was Bertie leaning out from the wheel on which his hands rested. In the open seat behind him, propped by cushions, sat a man whom she knew instantly though she had never met him before. He looked at her as she came up to the car with blue eyes as frank and kind as Bertie's, though not so merry. It was not difficult to see that they were brothers.
"You drive a team, Beauty never drive a team," the Seraph had said on occasion, over a confidential "sherry-peg" in the mornings, meaning by the metaphor of a team Lady Guenevere, the Zu-Zu, and various other contemporaries in Bertie's affections.
"Don't go off till I see you, Herbert, I want to ride to the blacksmith's; and you may drive me there." The boy started and began to look in every direction, hoping to see Whitefoot quietly feeding on the lawn. But neither on the hill, nor behind the chestnut grove could he be seen. Bertie's lip quivered, and then the tears filled his eyes. "He's gone, papa; my pretty donkey is lost."
Clayton; all things I love are beautiful to me;" and I remembered how Bertie's plain face had grown into touching loveliness in my sight from the affection I bore her. "And do you really love this child?" "Most certainly, and very tenderly too; is he not my sweetest consolation in this dreary life?" "What if they remove him?"
And Cecil the last man in the world to turn mentor would light a cheroot, as he did to-night, and forget all about it. The boy would be right enough when he had had his swing, he thought. Bertie's philosophy was the essence of laissez-faire. He would have defied a Manfred, or an Aylmer of Aylmer's Field, to be long pursued by remorse or care if he drank the right cru and lived in the right set.
However, the Zu-Zu was the rage, and spent Bertie's money, when he got any, just as her willful sovereignty fancied, and Rake rode on now with his master's note, bearing no very good will to her; for Rake had very strong prejudices, and none stronger than against these fair pillagers who went about seeking whom they should devour, and laughing at the wholesale ruin they wrought while the sentimentalists babbled in "Social Science" of "pearls lost" and "innocence betrayed."
"Yep," rejoined the other; "awful lot of snap." "Just knocks it right out, doesn't it?" "Fearfully up to date, ain't it? Doesn't need any '1893' on it!" "Full of jump! Why can't we fellows here at home get more of that sort of thing?" Bertie's heart swelled proudly as she heard this jargon. It was quite unintelligible to her, but she felt sure it conveyed extreme approval.
And don't look at me like that, you old duffer. It's a mean advantage to take of a sick man. Steady now, steady! Go slow! You mustn't slam a creaking gate. It's bad for the hinges." But notwithstanding Bertie's utmost care there were heavy drops on his brother's forehead as he sank again upon his pillows.
"Many thanks, but I'm going all the same. I want to secure him a good night if possible. Good-bye, Mrs. Bertie!" He bent and kissed her hand. "I am going to be pretty busy for the next week or two, but I shall call on you when I have time." He took a cigarette from Bertie's case, and went out without stopping to light it. Bertie followed him into the hall. "Shall I come?" he asked.
David Vavasour Williams, who had residential chambers on the third floor, and a fair-sized Office and small private room on the second floor. Bertie's mother had "washed" for both Honoria and Vivie in their respective dwellings for years, and for David after he came to live at Fig Tree Court.
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