Part 29 (1/2)

But Jean was not easily to be quelled.

”I think it will be a perfect shame if you allow father to forget his engagement,” she protested.

Her eldest sister's face grew more like Andrew's than ever.

”He must _not_ come home at present, and we trust that Andrew will do his duty and not permit him to stay in London.”

”Andrew!” exclaimed Jean. ”How can he prevent him?”

Their brother hung back no longer.

”I shall go up to London to-morrow morning,” he announced.

”Splendid!” cried Gertrude.

He looked at her coldly.

”I do not propose to do anything ridiculous. If I can get him to go to some place in the south of England and stop for a month or two, that will be quite sufficient; and I do not propose, either, to wear any other clothes than what I've got at present.”

Having thus a.s.serted his independence of conduct and apparel, he turned again to Jean.

”That is what we have decided,” he said.

She jumped up, her lip quivering a little. Then she controlled herself, and as she left the room only said quietly--

”Thank you for telling me.”

The council was then able to conclude its deliberations without further interruption.

CHAPTER VIII

After dinner that night, Andrew found Mrs. Dunbar alone in the drawing-room, and immediately turned to withdraw.

”Are you not going to have coffee, Andrew?” she asked.

There was something different in her manner; something almost nervous; something apparently less hostile. Andrew glanced at her suspiciously.

What new move in her diabolical game did this signify?

”I've got letters to write,” he answered coldly, and shut the door decisively behind him.

The fair widow sighed, and again picked up a letter lying in her lap and looked at it unhappily. She had kept her word and written to Charlie Munro, and unfortunately Heriot had forgotten to warn him that his answer to any such communication must be exceedingly discreet. No wonder she seemed distressed.

Naturally, the junior partner gave his fair enemy no information regarding his movements. She saw him leave in the morning as usual, apparently to go to the office, and it was not till some time later that she learned from his aunt of his departure for London. Curiously enough, she seemed rather pleased than otherwise by this move. Her correspondence with Colonel Munro had left the most unsettling effects.

Meanwhile, Andrew was nearing London. He was pleased to find his train arrive upon the stroke of 6:15, for he valued punctuality above everything except his reputation. From the station he drove to the large political club where he always put up, ate a dinner that exactly accorded with his station in life, and took a horse bus to the Hotel Gigantique. (Motor buses were only just beginning to be seen upon the streets at that time, and he was always suspicious of noisy innovations.)

By the merest chance, the first person he saw in the hall of the hotel was Frank, attired in overcoat and opera hat, and evidently bound for some extravagant expedition, the cost of which would no doubt be defrayed by his parent to the detriment of his brother's and sisters'

patrimony.