Part 9 (2/2)
At about ten o'clock a telegram arrived for Trevor. He was eating his breakfast in his usual lazy fas.h.i.+on, and was inwardly wondering if he could see Florence again: if he could lead up to the subject of the school where she had suffered disgrace: and if she herself would explain to him that which was making him far more uncomfortable than the occasion warranted.
”A telegram for you,” said Bertha, handing him the little yellow envelope. He opened it, and his face turned pale.
”How queer!” he said; ”this is from mother; she wants me to come up to-day: says it is urgent. What shall I do, Miss Keys?”
”Why, go, of course,” said Bertha; ”here is Mrs. Aylmer. Mrs. Aylmer, Mr. Trevor has had an urgent telegram from his mother. She wants to see him.”
Mrs. Aylmer looked annoyed.
”I wanted you to come with me this morning, Maurice,” she said, ”on an expedition to Warren's Cove. I thought you might drive me in a pony carriage.”
”I can do that,” said Bertha, in her brisk way.
”Of course you can, my dear, if Maurice feels that he really must go.--When can you be back again?”
”I will try and return to-morrow,” said Trevor; ”but, of course, it depends on what really ails mother. From the tone of her telegram I should say she was ill.”
”And I should say nothing of the kind,” answered Mrs. Aylmer shortly; ”she is one of those faddists who are always imagining that they require----”
”Hus.h.!.+” said Trevor, in a stern voice.
”What do you mean by 'hush?'”
”I would rather you did not say anything against my mother, please.”
He spoke with such harshness and such determination that Bertha trembled in her shoes, but Mrs. Aylmer gave him a glance of admiration.
”You are a good boy to stand up for her,” she said; ”yes, go, by all means: only return to me, your second mother, as soon as you can.”
”Thanks,” he answered, softening a little; but the gloomy look did not leave his face.
”I will walk with you to the station, Mr. Trevor,” said Bertha, who thought that he required soothing, and felt that she was quite capable of administering consolation.
”Thanks,” he replied; ”I shall ask the station porter to call for my portmanteau.”
CHAPTER IX.
A TEMPTING OFFER.
By the next train Bertha saw Maurice Trevor off to London. When she had done so, she went slowly in the direction of the sands. She had induced Mrs. Aylmer to put off her drive until the afternoon. Bertha was now very anxious to see Florence.
In all probability Florence would be on the beach: she would know that Bertha was coming to get the answer which Florence had not given her the day before. She walked slowly, holding her parasol up to shade her face from the sun, and thinking her thoughts.
”At any rate, Maurice Trevor is safe for the day,” she said to herself; ”and before the evening has pa.s.sed, I shall have Florence's promise that she will not betray me to Mrs. Aylmer. Mrs. Aylmer is just the sort of person, if Florence made the worst of things, to turn against me and take Florence back again. Then indeed, she would be avenged, and I should be routed. Such a state of things cannot be.”
Bertha thought quickly. Her thoughts turned to a little account which was weekly swelling in importance, and which stood to her credit in the Post Office Savings Bank. She was intensely fond of money, but she knew that the time had come when it might be necessary to sacrifice some of her savings. Presently she gave a well-a.s.sumed start; said: ”Hullo, Flo, is that you?” and went to meet Florence Aylmer.
Florence's face was quite pale, and her eyes were red as if she had been crying.
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