Part 1 (2/2)

”It really is what Frank calls '_chaude etoffe_.' I don't wonder that Lady Sedbergh wants a rest cure if that's how she spends her life. On Sunday we had a fancy dress dinner--anything we could find--and she came down as the Brummels ghost in a sort of nightgown with her hair down her back and her face whitened. She looked a positive idiot sitting at the head of the table. She must be at least fifty and the ghost was only seventeen.”

”What did you wear?”

”Oh, I borrowed Hannah's cap and ap.r.o.n; and Susan's maid lent me a black dress. I was much admired. Susan was a flapper. She had on some clothes of Betty Trench's, who is only fourteen, and about her size. She looked rather silly. Humphrey was properly dressed, except that he wore white trousers and a pink silk pyjama jacket. He said he was Night and Morning. He looked the most respectable of all the men, except Lord Sedbergh, who said he wasn't playing. He's a dear old thing and lets them all do just what they like, and laughs all the time. Bobby Trench was a bathing woman, with a sponge bag thing on his head. He was really awfully funny, but he was funniest of all when he forgot what he looked like and languished at me. I was having soup, and I choked, and Lord Rokeby, who was sitting next to me, thumped me on the back. All their manners are delightfully free and natural.”

”Well, you seem to have enjoyed yourself.”

”We finished up the evening with a pillow fight. Fancy!--Lady Sedbergh and some of the other older women joined in, and made as much noise as anybody. You should have seen Hannah's face when I did at last get into my room, where she was waiting for me. She said a judgment was sure to fall on us for such goings on.”

”A judgment is certainly going to fall on _you_, my dear. Father will seize you the moment you get into the house and ask you what you mean by it.”

”Dear father!” said Joan affectionately. ”It _is_ jolly to be home again, Nancy. How lovely the chestnuts are looking! Dear peaceful old Kencote!”

They drove in through the lodge gates, where Joan received a smile and a curtsey, and along the short drive through the park, and drew up beneath the porch of the big ugly square house. Mrs. Clinton was at the door, and Joan enveloped her in an ardent embrace, which was interrupted by the appearance of the Squire, big and burly, with a grizzled beard and a look of self-contented authority.

”I've got something to say to you, Miss Joan. Come into my room.”

He turned his back and marched off to the library, in which he spent most of his time when he was indoors.

Joan, after another hug and kiss, followed him. It may or may not have been a sign of the deterioration in manner, wrought by her visit to Brummels, that she winked at Nancy over her shoulder as she did so.

”Aren't you going to kiss me, father?” she asked, going up to him. ”I am very pleased to see you again, and I'm sure you're just as pleased to see me.”

The face that she lifted up to him could not possibly have been resisted by any man who had not the privilege of close relations.h.i.+p.

The Squire, however, successfully resisted it.

”I don't want to kiss you,” he said. ”I'm very displeased with you.

What on earth possessed Humphrey and Susan to take you off to a house like that, without a with-your-leave or a by-your-leave? And what do you mean by going to places where you knew perfectly well you wouldn't be allowed to go?”

”But, father darling,” expostulated Joan, with an expression of puzzled innocence, ”I knew Lord Sedbergh was an old friend of yours. I didn't think you could _possibly_ object to my going there with Humphrey and Susan. They only got up their party on Friday evening, and there wasn't time to write home. Why do you mind so much?”

”You know perfectly well why I mind,” returned the Squire irritably.

”All sorts of things go on in houses like that, and all sorts of people are welcomed there that I won't have a daughter of mine mixed up with.

You've been brought up in a G.o.d-fearing house, and you've got to content yourself with the life we live here. I tell you I won't have it.”

”Well, I'm sorry, father dear. I won't do it again. Now give me a kiss.”

But the Squire was not yet ready for endearments.

”Won't do it again!” he echoed. ”No, you won't do it again. I'll take good care of that. If you can't go on a visit to your relations without getting into mischief you'll stop at home.”

”I don't want anything better,” replied Joan tactfully. ”I didn't know how ripping Kencote was till I drove home just now. Everything is looking lovely. How are the young birds doing?”

”Never mind about the young birds,” said the Squire. ”We've got to get to the bottom of this business. You must have known very well that I should object to your going to a house like Brummels. When that young Trench came here a few years ago you heard me object very strongly to the way he behaved himself. Cards on Sunday, and using the house like an hotel, never keeping any hours except what suited himself, and I don't know what all. Did they play cards on Sunday at Brummels?”

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