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Lady Tilchester has been always kind to me. Do not come. Good-bye." Then I took it to the post-office myself. That night we left for Lucerne McGreggor and Roy and I. It being August, crowds of tourists faced me everywhere. Lucerne, which I had always heard was such a pretty place, filled me with loathing. I only stayed a day there.
I say," said my fiancé, with the savage look in his face, "you were going to dance with me." Then Lady Tilchester interfered what a dear and kind soul she must have! She said so sweetly, as if Augustus was a prince, "Won't you accept me as a substitute, Mr. Gurrage?" Augustus was overcome with pride, and relinquished me with the best grace.
Nothing could have pleased me better. I would rather talk to this dear lady than any Duke in the world. After lunch some introductions were gone through. "Now I am proud to be presented to you," said the aunt to Lady Tilchester, with perfect composure. "We have heard a great deal of you in our country, and my niece, Miss Trumpet, has always had the greatest admiration for your photograph."
"At last I have found you, Ambrosine, sweetheart!" he said, and he clasped me in his arms and kissed my lips. Then I forgot Lady Tilchester and gratitude and honor and self-control, because in nature I find there is a stronger force than all these things, and that is the touch of the one we love. It was perhaps an hour afterwards. The shadows looked blue among the pine-trees.
I had often heard from Lady Tilchester charming, sympathetic, feminine letters. I must come to them at Harley whenever I decided to go out a little, she said. I felt the whole of the world was opening fairly for me. I stopped a day or two in Paris to do a little shopping on my way to Versailles, and coming down the steps at Ritz one day I met Mr. Budge.
"Don't tell him about it, Reggie," lisped Mrs. Parton-Mills. "The unfeeling creature is only thinking of his food." "You seem to have all the qualities for an ideal convalescent nurse," said Sir Antony, with an air of detaching himself with difficulty from the contemplation of the curry. "And those qualities are ?" asked Lord Tilchester.
But they say he has a splendid house in Grosvenor Square, and a flat in Paris, and never asks any but the smartest titled people to his big pheasant shoot in Suffolk. He was delightful at dinner, anyway, and made me laugh. His voice is clear, with just the faintest touch of Irish in it. And he sparred with Lady Tilchester across me.
Oh, the delight in getting my dress! We hired the fly from the Crown and Sceptre and Hephzibah drove with me into Tilchester with a list of things to get, written out by grandmamma these were only the small etceteras; the dress itself is to come from Paris! I was frightened almost at the dreadful expense, but grandmamma would hear nothing from me.
"Where have you been all the afternoon?" demanded the Duke, reproachfully, over my shoulder. "I searched everywhere down-stairs, and finally sent to your room, but your maid knew nothing of you." "I have been sitting with Lady Tilchester in her sitting-room," I said, smiling. "Here comes Margaret. She shall answer to me for kidnapping my guests like this." And he went forward to meet her.
Lady Tilchester has been in Scotland almost ever since we spent our four days at Harley. When she comes back I shall ask her if she will come over here. She may help me to awake. I am sure if any one could read what I have written, they would say that poor Augustus had a great deal to put up with in having a wife like me. Probably, from his point of view, I am thoroughly tiresome and irritating.
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