Part 10 (1/2)
”How could I tell you? You are never here.”
”I do have a telephone, as you well know.”
”I do not like not having the freedom of a man,” said Rose. ”You are able to visit Scotland Yard any time you like and find out the latest developments.”
”I could wish you were more conventional for your own safety.”
”One could hardly call you you conventional.” conventional.”
”True, but it is different for a man.”
”I sometimes feel like cancelling our engagement and marrying Sir Peter.”
He glared at her in outrage. ”That would be a marriage in name only.”
”As this is an engagement in name only,” retorted Rose.
The much-goaded Harry seized her in his arms and kissed her hard on the lips. When she reeled back after he had released her, he said, ”I am sorry. I should not have done that. But you are infuriating! infuriating!”
And with that, he turned and left the room.
FIVE.
The accepted man is in duty bound to spend most of his leisure with his intended bride. He must not go off for a sojourn abroad while she is spending some weeks by the sea in England, unless she has expressed a wish to that effect. It would be a considerable ”snub” to her to do so. ... This almost always means that the man has been entrapped into a proposal, and would willingly retreat if he possibly could.-MRS. HUMPHREY
Rose almost telephoned Harry to cancel the outing. That kiss had left her feeling weak and shaken. Somehow, she could not even bring herself to tell Daisy about it. Also, Daisy was volubly looking forward so much to the outing.
Rose knew the rigid rules of society were relaxing. A gentleman was no longer expected to ask the parents' permission first if he wanted to pay his addresses to their daughter. Only sticklers for the old ways such as her own parents and no doubt the mercenary Tremaines expected the old ways to be followed.
She looked down at the small engagement ring on her finger. She had bought it herself out of her pin money, Harry having seemingly forgotten that he was expected to supply one.
The weather held fine for the day of the outing. Rose was torn between ”armouring” herself in a new white lace gown with a high-boned collar and settling for comfort. Comfort won. Her maid dressed her in a divided tweed skirt and a striped blouse. Although the day showed every sign of becoming hot, Rose put on a tweed jacket and wore a straw boater on her glossy hair.
Daisy had been up very early, trying on outfit after outfit to impress Becket. When she finally appeared to join Rose in a purple silk gown embellished with purple lace, Rose exclaimed in horror.
”We are not making calls, Daisy. You will need to find something informal.” Rose rang for the maid and soon a rather sulky Daisy was attired in a simple skirt and white blouse. She protested volubly against wearing a straw boater like Rose, and only because she was told the captain was waiting for her did Rose allow Daisy to get away with wearing a cart-wheel of a straw hat covered in so many flowers that from above she looked like a neatly tended garden bed.
Rose was nervous at seeing Harry again. He should not have taken such liberties with her.
But Harry looked as cool and distant as he usually did. He helped Rose into the pa.s.senger seat of his Rolls and Daisy and Becket got into the back.
”I thought we might find somewhere pleasant on the upper reaches of the river,” said Harry. He meant the Thames. To a Londoner, there was only one river.
Rose gave a curt nod and settled back against the red leather seat. The car purred off. Daisy began to chatter to Becket, and Rose envied her free and easy manner.
I know nothing of men, she thought bleakly. I do not understand them. I wish I had brothers.
At last Harry spoke. ”You haven't seen anyone suspicious hanging about, I hope?”
”No one at all,” said Rose, ”although we have hardly been out of doors except for our journey to Apton Magna.”
”Do not go anywhere like that without letting me know about it first.”
”It is rather hard, since you are always busy.”
”As I told you, I am not going to take on any more work until this case is finished. Has your Miss Friendly come up with any more gems of information?”
”No, but she says she is trying to remember every little thing. Any news of Mr. Cyril Banks?”
”He is in Scotland at the moment. Shooting party.”
”Do you think he might be the murderer?”
”I do not know. He is incredibly vain. There are some unsavoury stories about him.”
”Such as?”
”When he was staying with Lord Berrow in the country, he was accused of molesting a servant girl. He denied the whole thing. Despite the fact that Berrow's servants claimed that he had indeed forced his way into the girl's bedchamber, Berrow backed Cyril, saying the girl was a s.l.u.t. He dismissed her. Her parents complained to the church and to the lord lieutenant, but nothing came of it.”
”Why?”
”Because there is one law for the rich and one for the poor. Just be grateful for your privileged position, Lady Rose. The unconventional risks you take might end in disaster if you were of a lower cla.s.s.”
”So Berrow and Cyril Banks are friends? And both wished to marry Dolly. Don't you find that odd?”
”Yes, I do rather, and quite sinister.”
”What is sinister about it?”
Harry bit his lip. He knew Berrow, like Cyril, had a foul reputation. It had crossed his mind that perhaps Berrow, had he managed to woo and marry Dolly, might have allowed his friend access to her.
”Just that they are both unsavoury characters.”
They drove on down leafy roads, the trees heavy with the weight of summer, the leaves a dark and dusty green.
”You should have worn a veil,” said Harry as a cloud of dust rose up about the car from an unmetalled country road.
”I'll hold a handkerchief over my face.”
As they cruised along beside the river, the usual picnic argument started up. Every time Harry looked like stopping, either Rose or Daisy would cry out, ”No, not there! Try a little farther on.”
At last Harry rebelled and came to a stop by an area of green gra.s.s surrounded by willow trees. ”Here and no argument,” he said, ”or it will be midnight before we eat.”
Becket lifted a large hamper out of the boot and then began to pump up a small spirit stove.