Part 56 (1/2)

She looked at him for a moment, emotionally shaken. That Cedric should have grown into a man! She saw in a moment that he was very good-looking, the best-looking of them all, with Sir Francis' pleasantly serious expression and the merest shade of pomposity in his manner. Only the blinking, short-sighted grey eyes behind his spectacles remained of the solemn little brother she had known.

”Come down and have some lunch, dear. What possessed Barbara to bring you here, if you didn't feel up to coming? We could have gone to Hampstead. Violet says she's been most inconsiderate to you.”

”Yes, _most_,” said Violet herself placidly. ”Dear Barbara is always so unimaginative. Of course, it's fearfully trying for Alex, after being away such ages, to have every one thrust upon her like this.”

Alex felt a throb of grat.i.tude.

”Barbara thought it had better all be got over at once,” she said timidly.

”That's just like her! Barbara is being completely ruined by that parlour-maid of hers--Ada. I always think Ada is responsible for all Barbara's worst inspirations. She rules her with a rod of iron. Shall you hate coming down to lunch, Alex? Those riotous children will be off directly, they're wild about the skating-rink at Olympia. Then we can talk comfortably.”

She put her hand caressingly through Alex' arm, as they went downstairs.

Alex felt that she could have wors.h.i.+pped her sister-in-law for her easy, pitying tenderness.

The consciousness of it helped her all through the long meal, when the noise of laughter and conversation bewildered her, after so many years of convent refectories and silence, and her solitary dinners in Rome.

Violet had placed her between Cedric and Pamela, and the girl chattered to her intermittently, without appearing to require any answer.

”Are you boys ready?” she cried, just as coffee was brought in. ”We can't wait for coffee--come on! My instructor will be engaged.”

”How are you going, Pam?” asked Violet.

”Underground. It's the quickest.”

”Oh, no, Pam. Take a taxi. Archie, you must!”

Between laughter and admonition, they were dispatched--Pamela, Archie and the two Temple boys, all laughing and talking, and exchanging allusions and references unintelligible to Alex.

The room seemed much quieter and darker when the hall-door had finally slammed behind them. Alex looked round her.

At the head of his own table, Cedric sat reflective. Violet lounged, smoking a cigarette and laughing, where Lady Isabel's place had always been. Opposite Alex, Barbara, in her prim black, was leaning forward and speaking:

”What's the attraction about this roller-skating? Pamela seems to do nothing else, when she isn't dancing.”

”Every one's doing it, my dear. I want to take it up myself, so as to reduce my figure, but it's such an impossible place to get at. I've only been to Olympia for the Military Tournaments. But Pam has a perfect pa.s.sion for getting about by the underground railway. Alex, isn't Pam a refres.h.i.+ng person?”

Alex felt uncertain as to her meaning, and was startled at being addressed. She knew that she coloured and looked confused.

”My dear,” said Barbara impressively, ”your nerves must simply have gone to pieces. Imagine jumping like that when you're spoken to! Don't you think she ought to do a rest-cure, Violet? There's a place in Belgrave Street.”

”No, no,” said Violet's kind, soft voice. ”She's coming to us. You must let us have her, Barbara, for a good long visit. Mustn't she, Cedric?”

”Of course. You must have your old quarters upstairs, Alex.”

The kindness nearly made her cry. She felt as might a child, expecting to be scolded and punished, and unexpectedly met with smiles and re-a.s.surance.

”Come up and see Baby,” said Violet. ”She's such a little love, and I want her to know her new auntie.”

”Violet, we really must talk business some time,” said Barbara, hesitating. ”There are plans to be settled, you know--what Alex is going to do next.”