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Updated: June 6, 2025
"Sophia Merrenden writes this morning, and among other things tells me of her nephew, Lord Robert Vavasour you know, Torquilstone's half-brother. "Damned kind of her!" growled Mr. Montgomerie. I hope they did not notice, but I had suddenly such a thrill of pleasure that I am sure my cheeks got red. I felt frightfully excited to hear what was going to happen.
When I was, "Miss Travers" and he "Lord Robert," he was always respectful and unfamiliar except that one night when rage made him pinch my finger. "Come, come, children," Lady Merrenden said at last, "we shall all be late." So we started, dropping Robert at Vavasour House on our way. It is a splendid place, down one of those side streets looking on the Green Park, and has a small garden that side.
I can't think what I am going to do next. I suppose soon this kind of drifting will seem quite natural, but at present the position galls me for some reason. I hate to think people are being kind out of charity. How very foolish of me, though! Lady Merrenden is coming to lunch to-morrow. I am interested to see her, because Lord Robert said she was such a dear. I wonder what has become of him.
Lord Robert looked almost ready to cry when I told him I was off in the afternoon. "I shall see you again," he said. "Lady Katherine is a relation of my aunt's husband, Lord Merrenden. I don't know her myself, though." I do not believe him. How can he see me again? Young men do talk a lot of nonsense! "I shall come over on Wednesday to see how you are getting on," Mr. Carruthers said.
"He can't leave away Torquilstone, and those thousands of profitless acres," Lady Merrenden went on; "but, unfortunately, all the London property is at his disposition. Oh, I must go and talk to him!" "No," said Robert. "It would not be the least use, and would look as if we were pleading." His face had fallen to intense sadness as Lady Merrenden spoke of his money.
In all her talk one can see her thought and consideration for Lord Merrenden and his wishes and tastes. "I always feel it is so cruel for him, our having no children," she said. "The earldom becomes extinct, so I must make him as happy as I can." What a dear and just woman! At last we spoke of Robert, and she told me stories of his boyhood, amusing Eton scrapes, and later feats.
Lady Merrenden then said she knew some people staying here who had an apartment on the first floor, and she would go down and see if they were visible. She would wait for Robert in the hall, she said, and she kissed us good-night and gave us her blessing. What a dear she is! What a nice pet, to leave us alone!
Goodness and dearness like this do not suit male creatures as well as caprice, it seems. She was so good to me, and talked in the nicest way. I quite forgot I was a homeless wanderer, and arrived at Claridge's about half-past four in almost good spirits. "You won't forget I am to be one of your friends," Lady Merrenden said, as I bid her good-bye.
There he was, still huddled in his chair, but he got up he is better to-day. Lady Merrenden went over and kissed him. "Dear Torquilstone," she said. "Morning, Robert," he mumbled, after he had greeted his aunt. "Introduce me to your fiancée." And Robert did, with great ceremony. "Now, I won't call you names any more," I said, and I laughed in his face. He bent down and kissed my forehead.
"Christopher had better be careful of himself! He will have to be answerable to me now." "Do be prudent, Evangeline dear," Lady Merrenden said, gayly, "or you will have Robert breaking the head of every man in the street who even glances at you. He is frantically jealous."
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