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Abundantly satisfied, Beatrice grew almost affectionate, and talked merrily. Nancy wished to ask whether Luckworth Crewe had any knowledge of her position. It was long before her lips could utter the words, but at length they were spoken. And Beatrice assured her that Crewe, good silly fellow, did not even suspect the truth.
On this occasion she learnt the contents of Mr. Lord's will, and having learnt them, got rid of Horace as soon as possible that she might astonish her sisters with the report. In the afternoon of that day, Beatrice had an appointment with Luckworth Crewe.
At the close of the London season she seemed weary and spiritless, very unlike herself; having no invitation for the next two months, she withdrew to Whitsand, and there spent some cheerless weeks. Whitsand was the as yet unfashionable seaside place which had attracted the speculative eye of Luckworth Crewe.
'Of course not. In this moment her thoughts had turned to Luckworth Crewe, and she was asking herself why this invitation of Tarrant's affected her so very differently from anything she had felt when Crewe begged her to meet him in London. With him she could go anywhere, enjoying a genuine independence, a complete self-confidence, thinking her unconventional behaviour merely good fun.
Thanks also to Luckworth Crewe, Beatrice had allied herself with partners, who brought to the affair capital, experience, and activity. Before the close of the year substantial business had been done, and 1888 opened with exhilarating prospects. The ineptitude of uneducated English women in all that relates to their attire is a fact that it boots not to enlarge upon.
Through Beatrice, would not her secret, coloured shamefully, become known to Luckworth Crewe, and to others? Already, perchance, a growing scandal attached to her name.
He takes existence sadly too sadly, it may well be; but his drabs and greys provide an atmosphere that is almost inseparable to some of us from our gaunt London streets. In Farringdon Road, for example, I look up instinctively to the expressionless upper windows where Mr. Luckworth Crewe spreads his baits for intending advertisers.
'There's nobody knows Luckworth Crewe better than I do, Beatrice pursued disdainfully, 'and I think he knows me pretty well. He'll make a fool of himself when he marries; I've told him so, and he as good as said I was right. If it wasn't for that, I should feel a respect for him. He'll have money one of these days. 'And he'll marry Nancy Lord, said Ada tauntingly. 'Not just yet.
Nancy, however, approved the step he had taken, and said she would be content to know that all was well with him. Upon a Sunday morning, when the church bells had ceased to clang, Luckworth Crewe, not altogether at his ease in garb of flagrant respectability, sat by the fireside of a pleasant little room conversing with Mrs. Damerel.
I give you the opportunity of keeping it quiet, that's all. 'You won't care to let me know who told you? 'There's no reason why I shouldn't, said Mrs. Damerel, after reflection. 'Do you know Mr. Luckworth Crewe? 'I don't think I ever heard the name. 'Indeed? He is well acquainted with Miss. Lord.
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