Part 29 (1/2)
”So much the better,” said Hadria; ”and when the waters sink again, a nice fresh clean world!”
CHAPTER XIX.
On the lawn of the Red House, a little group was collected under the big walnut tree. The sunlight fell through the leaves on the singing tea-kettle and the cups and saucers, and made bright patches on the figures and the faces a.s.sembled round the tea-table.
Hubert Temperley had again brought his friend Joseph Fleming, in the forlorn hope, he said, of being able to give him something to eat and drink. Ernest and Algitha and Fred were of the party. They had come down from Sat.u.r.day till Monday. Ernest was studying for the Bar. Fred had entered a merchant's office in the city, and hated his work cordially.
Miss Du Prel was still at the Red House.
Lady Engleton had called by chance this afternoon, and Mrs. Walker, the vicar's wife, with two of her countless daughters, had come by invitation. Mrs. Walker was a middle-aged, careworn, rather prim-looking woman. Lady Engleton was handsome. Bright auburn hair waved back in picturesque fas.h.i.+on from a piquant face, and const.i.tuted more than half her claim to beauty. The brown eyes were bright and vivacious. The mouth was seldom quite shut. It scarcely seemed worth while, the loquacious lady had confessed. She showed a delicate taste in dress. Shades of brown and russet made a fine harmony with her auburn hair, and the ivory white and fresh red of her skin.
She and Temperley always enjoyed a sprightly interchange of epigrams.
Lady Engleton had the qualities that Hubert had admired in Hadria before their marriage, and she was entirely free from the other characteristics that had exasperated him so desperately since that hideous mistake that he had made. Lady Engleton had originality and brilliancy, but she knew how to combine these qualities with perfect obedience to the necessary conventions of life. She had the sparkle of champagne, without the troublesome tendency of that delicate beverage to break bounds, and brim over in iridescent, swelling, joyous foam, the discreet edges of such goblets as custom might decree for the sunny vintage. Lady Engleton sparkled, glowed, nipped even at times, was of excellent dry quality, but she never frothed over. She always knew where to stop; she had the genius of moderation. She stood to Hadria as a correct rendering of a cherished idea stands to a faulty one. She made Hubert acutely feel his misfortune, and shewed him his lost hope, his shattered ideal.
”Is the picture finished?” he enquired, as he handed Lady Engleton her tea.
”What, the view from your field? Not quite. I was working at it when Claude Moreton and Mrs. Jordan and Marion arrived, and I have been rather interrupted. That's the worst of visitors. One's little immortal works do get put aside, poor things.”
Lady Engleton broke into the light laugh that had become almost mechanical with her.
”Your friends grudge the hours you spend in your studio,” said Temperley.
”Oh, they don't mind, so long as I give them as much time as they want,”
she said. ”I have to apologise and compromise, don't you know, but, with a little management, one can get on. Of course, society does ask a good deal of attention, doesn't it? and one has to be so careful.”
”Just a little tact and thought,” said Temperley with a sigh.
Lady Engleton admired Algitha, who was standing with Ernest a little apart from the group.
”She is like your wife, and yet there is a singular difference in the expression.”
Lady Engleton was too discreet to say that Mrs. Temperley lacked the look of contentment and serenity that was so marked in her sister's face.
”Algitha is a thoroughly sensible girl,” said the brother-in-law.
”I hear you have not long returned from a visit to Mr. Fullerton's place in Scotland, Mr. Temperley,” observed the vicar's wife when her host turned to address her.
”Yes,” he said, ”we have been there half the summer. The boys thoroughly enjoyed the freedom and the novelty. The river, of course, was a source of great joy to them, and of hideous anxiety to the rest of us.”
”Of course, of course,” a.s.sented Mrs. Walker. ”Ah, there are the dear little boys. Won't you come and give me a kiss, darling?”
”Darling” did what was required in a business-like manner, and stood by, while the lady discovered in him a speaking likeness to his parents, to his Aunt Algitha and his Uncle Fred, not to mention the portrait of his great-grandfather, the Solicitor-General, that hung in the dining-room.
The child seemed thoroughly accustomed to be thought the living image of various relations, and he waited indifferently till the list was ended.
”Do you know, we are half hoping that Professor Fortescue may be able to come to us for a week or ten days?” said Lady Engleton. ”We are so looking forward to it.”
”Professor Fortescue is always a favourite,” remarked Mrs. Walker. ”It is such a pity he does not return to the Priory, is it not?--a great house like that standing empty. Of course it is very natural after the dreadful event that happened there”--Mrs. Walker lowered her voice discreetly--”but it seems a sin to leave the place untenanted.”