Part 24 (1/2)
”Here you are, Sir,” said Gwendolen, returning with the precious liquid.
Lord Beltravers seized the pail and drained it at a draught.
”Heavens, but that was good!” he said. ”What was it?”
”Milk,” said Gwendolen.
”Milk, I must remember. And now may I trespa.s.s on your hospitality still further by trespa.s.sing on your a.s.sistance so far as to solicit your help in putting me far enough on my path to discover my way back to Beltravers Castle?” (When he was alone he said that sentence again to himself, and wondered what had happened to it.)
”I will show you,” she said simply.
They pa.s.sed out into the sunlit orchard. In an apple-tree a thrush was singing; the gooseberries were overripe; beet-roots were flowering everywhere.
”You are very beautiful,” he said.
”Yes,” said Gwendolen.
”I must see you again. Listen! To-night my mother, Lady Beltravers, is giving a ball. Do you dance?”
”Alas, not the Tango,” she said sadly.
”The Beltraverses do not tang,” he announced with simple dignity. ”You valse? Good. Then will you come?”
”Thank you, my lord. Oh, I should love to!”
”That is excellent. And now I must bid you good-bye. But first, will you not tell me your name?”
”Gwendolen French, my lord.”
”Ah! One 'f' or two?”
”Three,” said Gwendolen simply.
CHAPTER II
BELTRAVERS CASTLE
Beltravers Castle was a blaze of lights. At the head of the old oak staircase (a magnificent example of the Selfridge period) the Lady Beltravers stood receiving her guests. Magnificently gowned in one of Rumpelmeyer's latest creations and wearing round her neck the famous Beltravers' seed-pearls, she looked the picture of stately magnificence.
As each guest was announced by a bevy of footmen, she extended her perfectly-gloved hand, and spoke a few words of kindly welcome.
”Good evening, d.u.c.h.ess; so good of you to look in. Ah, Earl, charmed to meet you; you'll find some sandwiches in the billiard-room. Beltravers, show the Earl some sandwiches. How-do-you-do, Professor? Delighted you could come. Won't you take off your goloshes?”
All the county was there.
Lord Hobble was there wearing a magnificent stud; Erasmus Belt, the famous author, whose novel ”Bitten: A Romance” went into two editions; Sir Septimus Root, the inventor of the fire-proof spat; Captain the Honourable Alfred Nibbs, the popular breeder of blood-goldfish--the whole world and his wife were present. And towering above them all stood Lord Beltravers of Beltravers Castle, Beltravers.