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I began, stupidly, to recall the names of such flowers as bluebell, hare-bell, Canterbury-bell. In imagination I heard their chime as the distant tinkling of a fairy musical-box. Miss Tattersall, however, took no notice of my failure to find the ideal.
When I get that far, they may stop their larfin' till next time, I guess. That's the turn of the fever that's the crisis that's my time to larf then. Every eye was instantly turned upon us. Even Tattersall suspended his "he is five years old a good hack and is to be sold," to give time for the general exclamation of surprise. "Who the devil is that? Is he mad? Where did he come from?
I intended to spend a lonely afternoon in thinking out some plan for exposing the treachery of Grace Tattersall, but as I was crossing the Hall, Frank Jervaise came up behind me. "Look here, Melhuish," he said. I looked. I did more than that; I confronted him. There is just a suspicion of red in my hair, and on occasion the influence of it is shown in my temper.
Nevertheless, I did want to know the outcome, at least and I could decide upon no intermediary who would give me just the information I desired. Miss Tattersall I ruled out at once. She so persistently vulgarised the affair. I felt that in her mind she regarded the elopement as subject for common gossip; also, that she was not free from a form of generalised jealousy.
The captain of the fisher-boat was Nicholas Tattersall, whose grave, covered with a slab of black marble, is still to be seen in Brighton church-yard, with a long poetical inscription, now scarcely legible. On the Restoration, he applied for his reward, and was made a commander in the royal navy, with an annuity to him and his heirs for ever of £100. The family have recently become extinct.
"He was just infatuated, poor fool. She could do anything she liked with him." I reflected that Olive Jervaise and Nora Bailey would probably have expressed a precisely similar opinion. "I suppose he's a weak sort of chap?" I said. "No. It isn't that," Miss Tattersall replied. "He doesn't look weak not at all. No! he is just infatuated for the time being."
The second is to see and to sympathise with my opponent's point of view. Both these failings betrayed me now. The blush seemed to proclaim my guilt; my sudden understanding of Jervaise's temper confirmed it. For, indeed, I understood precisely at that moment how enraged he must be against me. He, like Miss Tattersall, had been playing an underhand game, though his was different in kind.
The stimulus of the fragrant night-stock had been excluded. Miss Tattersall pretended not to yawn. We all pretended that we did not feel a craving to yawn. The chatter rose and fell spasmodically in short devitalised bursts of polite effort. I looked round for Brenda, but could not see her anywhere. "Won't you come back into the drawing-room?" Mrs. Jervaise was saying to the Sturtons.
"It it just struck me that this might be Banks." He had come nearer to us now, near enough for Miss Tattersall to recognise him; and her amazement was certainly greater than mine. "But you're right," she said with a little catch in her breath. "It is Banks, out of uniform."
"But what was that about Grace Tattersall?" Brenda asked. "If you'd accused her of spying, I could have understood it. She was trying to pump me for all she was worth yesterday afternoon." "I've admitted that there must have been some misunderstanding," Jervaise said.
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