Part 14 (1/2)

”We've got in at the 'Victoria,' though!”

”I wish we could have been here with you!”

”Never mind, so long as we're at Tivermouth at all!”

”Isn't it just too gorgeous for words!”

”We only arrived late last night.”

”There's such heaps we want to tell you!”

There was indeed much to be told on both sides. All three girls had had numerous experiences during the short time of their parting, and they were anxious to compare notes. Then Cousin Clare, Lilias, and Dulcie must be introduced to the Rogers family, who were all writing letters in a private sitting-room, but stopped their correspondence to extend a hearty welcome and to chat with the new-comers. In a short time the party rearranged itself, leaving Cousin Clare to talk with Major and Mrs. Rogers, Lilias and Dulcie arm-in-arm with Carmel on the terrace, and Sheila, who had stepped with them out at the French window, straying away with a young Highland officer with whom she had danced the night before.

”Never mind Sheila--she doesn't want _us_!” laughed Carmel, squeezing both her cousins' arms, for she was in the middle. ”Oh, it's nice to see you again! Let's walk along here to the end of the terrace. I've had all sorts of adventures since I saw you. I was nearly drowned yesterday in a river, only Johnson, the chauffeur, fished me out. You should have seen me all dripping and covered with mud. And Johnson was just as bad. We made such a mess of the car with our muddy clothes. I wonder if he's got it clean yet? By the by, I left my post cards in the side pocket. I'd love to show them to you. Shall we go and get them? The garage is quite close, only just down this path. Do you mind coming?”

”Go ahead; we'd like to,” agreed Dulcie.

So they plunged down the hill-side on a twisting path, past the bank of hydrangeas and through a grove of s.h.i.+ny-leaved escallonias to where the garage, a large building with a corrugated-iron roof, stood on a natural platform of rock close to the steep high road that flanked the hotel.

The yard was full of visitors' cars in process of being cleaned, and chauffeurs were busy with hose, or polis.h.i.+ng fittings.

”I wonder where Johnson has put ours?” said Carmel, threading her way between an enormous Daimler and a pretty little two-seater. ”Oh, there it is! That dark-green one in the corner. Come along! There's just room to pa.s.s here behind this coupe. I expect the post cards are all right.

Johnson would take care of them for me. I'll ask him to get them.

Johnson!”

The chauffeur, who was bending over the car, too busy with wrench and screwdriver to notice their approach, straightened himself instantly, and glanced at the three girls. As his eyes fell on Lilias and Dulcie, his expression changed to one of utter consternation and amazement, and he colored to the roots of his fair hair. They on their part gazed at him as if they had encountered a specter.

”Everard!” gasped Dulcie.

”Everard!” faltered Lilias. ”It's never _you_!”

Here indeed was a drama. Four more astonished young people it would have been impossible to conceive. For a moment Everard seemed as if he were going to bolt, but Carmel, whose quick mind instantly grasped the situation, motioned him into the empty motor-shed behind, and, following with Lilias and Dulcie, partly closed the door.

”So you're Everard, are you?” she said, looking at him hard. ”Well, to tell you the truth, I never thought your name was really Johnson! I told Sheila I was sure you were a gentleman. Why have you been masquerading like this? Why don't you go home to the Chase?”

”Oh, _do_ come home, Everard!” echoed Lilias entreatingly.

The ex-chauffeur shook his head. He was still almost too covered with confusion to admit of speech.

”I didn't expect to meet you girls,” he said at last. ”The best thing you can do is just to forget me, and leave me where I am. I shall _never_ go back to the Chase! That point I've quite decided.”

”But we want you there,” said Carmel gently.

”You!” Everard looked frankly puzzled.

”Oh, Everard!” burst out Dulcie. ”You don't understand! You ran away and never waited to hear anything, and we couldn't write to you, because you sent no address. You thought Grandfather had left the property to a boy cousin--Leslie!”

”Well, didn't he?”

”Yes, and no! There is no boy cousin. This is Leslie--only she's called Carmel--the heiress of Cheverley Chase!”