from me! Yes, I'm well aware that I am a deceiver, an abductor, and wholly contemptible, but really you will be much better off with me than seeking menial employment, for which, believe me, you are not in the least suited! I'll let you scold tomorrow as much as you choose, but in the meantime come back into the drawing-room, and play casino!"
"I won't!" she declared, on any angry sob. "You may tell that odious Lady Widmore that I have the headache! And though you may think you have me in your power, you will find that you have not, and at all events you can't force me to play casino, or any other horrid game."
With these words, she retired to a stone seat at the far end of the terrace, and sat down with her face averted. Sir Gareth, well aware of the folly of arguing with damsels in a passion of fury, left her to sulk herself back to good humour, and strolled into the house again to make her apologies. He also offered to deputize for her at the card-table, but the Earl said hastily: "Pooh! nonsense! no one wants to play a rubbishy game of casino! Come along to the library: I daresay we shall find my brother there!" He then drew Sir Gareth out of the room, and was just wondering where the devil Hester had taken herself off to, and why the wretched girl could never be where she was wanted, when she came out of the morning-room on the opposite side of the hall, looking harassed, and saying in a distracted way that she could not imagine what the children had done with the cards.
At any other time the children's fond grandparent would have favoured her with his unexpurgated opinion of persons besotted enough to allow a pack of brats to roam at will over the house, picking up anything that chanced to take their fancy, but on this occasion he refrained, even saying benignly that it was of no consequence. "I'll tell Almeria they can't be found!" he added, with a flash of inspiration, and went back into the drawing-room, and firmly shut the door.
Lady Hester looked after him in helpless dismay, the colour rushing to her cheeks. She glanced deprecatingly at Sir Gareth, and saw that his eyes were brimful of laughter. He said: "Shall we see how many shifts your father and sister-in-law have in store to detach us from the rest of the company? It is extremely diverting, but, for myself, I confess I have been hoping for the opportunity to talk to you ever since I arrived at Brancaster."
"Yes," she said unhappily. "I am aware—I know that it is only right that I should— Oh, dear, I am saying such foolish things, but if you knew how painful it is to me you would forgive me!"
He had taken her hand in his, and he could feel how wildly her pulse was fluttering. He drew her towards the morning-room, and gently obliged her to enter it. It was lit only by an oil-lamp, a circumstance for which Hester disjointedly apologized.
"But, Hester, what is it?" he asked, his eyes searching her face. "Why do you tremble so? Surely you are not shy of me, such old friends as we are!"
"Oh, no! If we can but remain just that!"
"I think you must know that it is my very earnest wish to become more than your friend."
"I do know it, and indeed I am very much obliged to you, and truly sensible of the honour you do me—"
"Hester!" he expostulated. "Must you talk such nonsense?"
"Not nonsense! Oh, no! You have paid me a great compliment, and journeyed all this distance, which quite sinks me with shame, for I daresay it was most inconvenient—yet how could I write to you? I am aware that it should have been done—it makes it so excessively disagreeable for you! But indeed I told Papa at the outset that I didn't wish for the match!"
He was perfectly silent for a moment, a tiny crease between his brows. Perceiving it, she said despairingly: "You are very angry, and I cannot wonder at it."
"No, I assure you! Only very much disappointed. I had hoped that you and I might have been happy together."
"We should not suit," she said faintly.
"If that were so,
"I won't!" she declared, on any angry sob. "You may tell that odious Lady Widmore that I have the headache! And though you may think you have me in your power, you will find that you have not, and at all events you can't force me to play casino, or any other horrid game."
With these words, she retired to a stone seat at the far end of the terrace, and sat down with her face averted. Sir Gareth, well aware of the folly of arguing with damsels in a passion of fury, left her to sulk herself back to good humour, and strolled into the house again to make her apologies. He also offered to deputize for her at the card-table, but the Earl said hastily: "Pooh! nonsense! no one wants to play a rubbishy game of casino! Come along to the library: I daresay we shall find my brother there!" He then drew Sir Gareth out of the room, and was just wondering where the devil Hester had taken herself off to, and why the wretched girl could never be where she was wanted, when she came out of the morning-room on the opposite side of the hall, looking harassed, and saying in a distracted way that she could not imagine what the children had done with the cards.
At any other time the children's fond grandparent would have favoured her with his unexpurgated opinion of persons besotted enough to allow a pack of brats to roam at will over the house, picking up anything that chanced to take their fancy, but on this occasion he refrained, even saying benignly that it was of no consequence. "I'll tell Almeria they can't be found!" he added, with a flash of inspiration, and went back into the drawing-room, and firmly shut the door.
Lady Hester looked after him in helpless dismay, the colour rushing to her cheeks. She glanced deprecatingly at Sir Gareth, and saw that his eyes were brimful of laughter. He said: "Shall we see how many shifts your father and sister-in-law have in store to detach us from the rest of the company? It is extremely diverting, but, for myself, I confess I have been hoping for the opportunity to talk to you ever since I arrived at Brancaster."
"Yes," she said unhappily. "I am aware—I know that it is only right that I should— Oh, dear, I am saying such foolish things, but if you knew how painful it is to me you would forgive me!"
He had taken her hand in his, and he could feel how wildly her pulse was fluttering. He drew her towards the morning-room, and gently obliged her to enter it. It was lit only by an oil-lamp, a circumstance for which Hester disjointedly apologized.
"But, Hester, what is it?" he asked, his eyes searching her face. "Why do you tremble so? Surely you are not shy of me, such old friends as we are!"
"Oh, no! If we can but remain just that!"
"I think you must know that it is my very earnest wish to become more than your friend."
"I do know it, and indeed I am very much obliged to you, and truly sensible of the honour you do me—"
"Hester!" he expostulated. "Must you talk such nonsense?"
"Not nonsense! Oh, no! You have paid me a great compliment, and journeyed all this distance, which quite sinks me with shame, for I daresay it was most inconvenient—yet how could I write to you? I am aware that it should have been done—it makes it so excessively disagreeable for you! But indeed I told Papa at the outset that I didn't wish for the match!"
He was perfectly silent for a moment, a tiny crease between his brows. Perceiving it, she said despairingly: "You are very angry, and I cannot wonder at it."
"No, I assure you! Only very much disappointed. I had hoped that you and I might have been happy together."
"We should not suit," she said faintly.
"If that were so,
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