Volume I Part 31 (1/2)

But the doctor, who knew how savagely M'Cormick could resent even the most harmless jesting, quickly interposed, with a question whether Polly had thought of ordering luncheon.

It is but fair to Dr. Dill to record the bland but careless way he ordered some entertainment for his visitors. He did it like the lord of a well-appointed household, who, when he said ”serve,” they served.

It was in the easy confidence of one whose knowledge told him that the train was laid, and only waited for the match to explode it.

”May I have the honor, dear lady?” said he, offering his arm to Miss Barrington.

Now, Miss Dinah had just observed that she had various small matters to transact in the village, and was about to issue forth for their performance; but such is the force of a speciality, that she could not tear herself away without a peep into the dining-room, and a glance, at least, at arrangements that appeared so magically conjured up. Nor was Dill insensible to the astonishment expressed in her face as her eyes ranged over the table.

”If your daughter be your housekeeper, Dr. Dill,” said she, in a whisper, ”I must give her my very heartiest approbation. These are matters I can speak of with authority, and I p.r.o.nounce her worthy of high commendation.”

”What admirable salmon cutlets!” cried the Colonel. ”Why, doctor, these tell of a French cook.”

”There she is beside you, the French cook!” said the Major, with a malicious twinkle.

”Yes,” said Polly, smiling, though with a slight flush on her face, ”if Major M'Cormick will be indiscreet enough to tell tales, let us hope they will never be more damaging in their import.”

”And do you say--do you mean to tell me that this curry is your handiwork? Why, this is high art.”

”Oh, she 's artful enough, if it 's that ye 're wanting,” muttered the Major.

Miss Barrington, having apparently satisfied the curiosity she felt about the details of the doctor's housekeeping, now took her leave, not, however, without Dr. Dill offering his arm on one side, while Polly, with polite observance, walked on the other.

”Look at that now,” whispered the Major. ”They 're as much afraid of that old woman as if she were the Queen of Sheba! And all because she was once a fine lady living at Barrington Hall.”

”Here's their health for it,” said the Colonel, filling his gla.s.s,--”and in a b.u.mper too! By the way,” added he, looking around, ”does not Mrs.

Dill lunch with us?”

”Oh, she seldom comes to her meals! She's a little touched here.” And he laid his finger on the centre of his forehead. ”And, indeed, no wonder if she is.” The benevolent Major was about to give some details of secret family history, when the doctor and his daughter returned to the room.

The Colonel ate and talked untiringly. He was delighted with everything, and charmed with himself for his good luck in chancing upon such agreeable people. He liked the scenery, the village, the beetroot salad, the bridge, the pickled oysters, the evergreen oaks before the door.

He was not astonished Conyers should linger on such a spot; and then it suddenly occurred to him to ask when he had left the village, and how.

The doctor could give no information on the point, and while he was surmising one thing and guessing another, M'Cormick whispered in the Colonel's ear, ”Maybe it's a delicate point. How do you know what went on with--” And a significant nod towards Polly finished the remark.

”I wish I heard what Major M'Cormick has just said,” said Polly.

”And it is exactly what I cannot repeat to you.”

”I suspected as much. So that my only request will be that you never remember it.”

”Isn't she sharp!--sharp as a needle!” chimed in the Major.

Checking, and not without some effort, a smart reprimand on the last speaker, the Colonel looked hastily at his watch, and arose from table.

”Past three o'clock, and to be in Kilkenny by six.”

”Do you want a car? There's one of Rice's men now in the village; shall I get him for you?”

”Would you really do me the kindness?” While the Major bustled off on his errand, the Colonel withdrew the doctor inside the recess of a window. ”I had a word I wished to say to you in private, Dr. Dill; but it must really be in private,--you understand me?”