Part 46 (1/2)
The sharp rapping of his knuckles on the table recalled her. She turned, slightly startled, and met his imperious eyes. He smiled at her.
”Queen Anne, I crave a boon.”
Almost involuntarily she returned his smile. ”So you said before.”
”And you don't even ask what it is.”
”I am not quite sure that I want to know, Nap,” she said.
”You are not liking me this morning,” he observed.
She made no answer.
”What is it?” he said. ”Is it the mare?”
She hesitated. ”Perhaps, in part.”
”And the other part?” He leaned forward, looking at her keenly. ”Are you afraid of me, Anne?” he said.
His voice was free from reproach, yet her heart smote her. She reminded herself of how he had once pleaded with her for her trust.
”I'm sorry I pressed the mare,” he said, ”but it was quite as much her fault as mine. Moreover, the cub exaggerated. I will fetch him in and make him own it if you like.”
She stayed him with a gesture. ”No, don't, please! I think Bertie was probably in the right.”
”Do you, though?” Nap leaned back again, regarding her with supercilious attention. ”It's rather--daring of you to say so.”
”Do you really think I stand in awe of you?” she said.
”You are such a truly remarkable woman,” he made answer, ”that I scarcely know what to think. But since you are not afraid of me--apparently, perhaps I may venture to come to the point. Do you know I have been laying plans for a surprise picnic for you and--one other? It's such a gorgeous day. Don't refuse!”
The boyish note she liked to hear sounded suddenly in his voice. He discarded his cynicism and leaned towards her again, eager, persuasive.
”Don't refuse,” he reiterated. ”Look at the suns.h.i.+ne, listen to the birds, think of a whole day in the open! I'll take you to the loveliest place I know in this quaint little island, and I'll be your slave all day long. Oh, I promise you won't find me in the way. Now don't look prudish.
Be a girl for once. Never mind the rest of creation. No one else will know anything about it. We leave Baronmead this morning in the motor, and who cares what time we reach the Manor? It can't matter to you or anyone.
Say you'll come! Say it!”
”My dear Nap!” Anne looked at him dubiously, uncertain whether to take him seriously.
”Say it!” he repeated. ”There is no earthly reason why you shouldn't. And I'll take such care of you. Why shouldn't you have a real good time for once? You never have had in all your life.”
True, only too true! But it was not that fact that made her waver.
”Will you tell me what plans you have made for this picnic?” she asked at length.
He began to smile. ”My plans, Lady Carfax, are entirely subject to your approval. About forty miles from here there is a place called Bramhurst--a place after your own heart--a paradise. With judicious driving we could be there by one or soon after--in time for luncheon.”
”Yes?” she said, as he stopped.