Part 33 (1/2)
Glancing up at her companion stealthily, Molly can see his lips are in a degree compressed, and that for the first time since their reunion his eyes are turned determinedly from her. Her heart smites her. So good as he is to her, she has already hurt and wounded him.
With a little caressing, tender movement, she rubs her cheek up and down against his sleeve for a moment or two, and then says, softly:
”Are you cross with me, Teddy? Don't then. I am so glad, so happy, to have you with me again. Do not spoil this one good hour by putting a nasty unbecoming little frown upon your forehead. Come, turn your face to me again: when you look at me, I know you will smile, for my sake.”
”My own darling,” says Luttrell, pa.s.sionately.
The morrow brings new faces, and Herst is still further enlivened by the arrival of two men from some distant barracks,--one so tall, and the other so diminutive, as to call for an immediate joke about ”the long and the short of it.”
Captain Mottie is a jolly, genial little soul, with a perpetual look on all occasions as though he couldn't help it, and just one fault, a fatal tendency toward punning of the weakest description with which he hopes in vain to excite the risibility of his intimates. Having a mind above disappointment, however, he feels no depression on marking the invariable silence that follows his best efforts, and, with a perseverance worthy of a better cause, only nerves himself for fresh failures.
Nature, having been unprodigal to him in the matter of height, makes up for it generously in the matter of breadth, with such lavish generosity, indeed, that he feels the time has come when, with tears in his eyes, he must say ”no” to his bitter beer.
His chum, Mr. Longshanks (commonly called ”Daddy Longlegs,” on account of the length of his lower limbs), is his exact counterpart, being as silent as the other is talkative; seldom exerting himself, indeed, to s.h.i.+ne in conversation, or break the mysterious quiet that envelops him, except when he faithfully (though unsmilingly) helps out his friend's endeavors at wit, by saying ”ha! ha!” when occasion calls for it. He has a red nose that is rather striking and suggests expense. He has also a weakness for gaudy garments, and gets himself up like a showy commercial traveler.
They are both related in some far-off manner to their host, though how, I believe, both he and they would be puzzled to explain. Still, the relations.h.i.+p beyond dispute is there, which is everything. _Enfin_ they are harmless beings, such as come in useful for padding purposes in country houses during the winter and autumn seasons, being, according to their friends' account, crack shots, ”A1 at billiards,”
and ”beggars to ride.”
It is four o'clock. The house is almost deserted. All the men have been shooting since early morning. Only Molly and Marcia remain in possession of the sitting-room that overlooks the graveled walk, Mrs.
Darley having accompanied Mr. Amherst in his customary drive.
The sound of wheels coming quickly down the avenue compels Molly to glance up from the book she is enjoying.
”Somebody is coming,” she says to Marcia; and Marcia, rising with more alacrity than is her wont, says, ”It must be Lady Stafford,” and goes into the hall to receive her guest. Molly, full of eager curiosity to see this cousin of Tedcastle's whose story has so filled her with interest, rises also, and cranes her neck desperately round the corner of the window to try and catch a glimspe of her, but in vain, the unfriendly porch prevents her, and, sinking back into her seat, she is fain to content herself by listening to the conversation that is going on in the hall between Marcia and the new arrival.
”Oh, Marcia, is that you?” says a high, sweet voice, with a little complaining note running through it, and then there is a pause, evidently filled up by an osculatory movement. ”How odiously cool and fresh you do look! while I--what a journey it has been! and how out of the way! I really don't believe it was nearly so far the last time.
Have the roads lengthened, or have they pushed the house farther on? I never felt so done up in my life.”
”You do look tired, dear. Better go to your room at once, and let me send you up some tea.”
”Not tea,” says the sweet voice; ”anything but _that_. I am quite too far gone for _tea_. Say sherry, Marcia, or--no,--Moselle. I think it is Moselle that does me good when I am fatigued to death.”
”You shall have it directly. Matthews, show Lady Stafford her room.”
”One moment, Marcia. Many people come yet? Tedcastle?”
”Yes, and Captain Mottie, with his devoted attendant, and the Darleys.”
”Maudie? Is she as fascinating as ever? I do hope, Marcia, you have got her young man for her this time, as she was simply unbearable last year.”
”I have not,” laughing: ”it is a dead secret, but the fact is, he _wouldn't come_.”
”I like that young man; though I consider he has sold us shamefully.
Any one else?”
”My cousin, Eleanor Ma.s.sereene.”
”_The_ cousin! I am so glad. Anything new is such a relief. And I have heard she is beautiful: is she?”