Part 23 (2/2)
An agitated nurse swooped down at this crucial moment and recovered that which she had lost, leaving the man laughing aloud to the astonishment of all near him.
_Laugh_! Why he had not laughed since he had left Mortehoe Church, neither had he smiled at any time upon the boat, or upon anybody except the children; and now he laughed, all on account of an atrocious scrawl on many sheets of thin paper which he started once more to read.
”I hope,” ran the scrawl of the man for whom Cuxson had f.a.gged at Harrow, ”that this catches you at Port Said, because”--followed a badly expressed bit of business. ”London's had the shock of many seasons, by the way.
You know that old brute, Pickled Walnuts, well I won't say anything about the old scallawag because he's dead. Well! he married the other day, you'd sailed I think, I didn't go to the wedding. Did you know Susan, old Hetth, V.C.'s sister by marriage--up to her eyes in debt--sold her niece to pay them, I suppose, to the old millionaire--wonder what hold she had on the girl.
”Anyway they went off somewhere in Devon for the honeymoon, G.o.d help her.
It seems that she had had an accident the night before, or something, and fainted, or something, directly after dinner--the wedding dinner, I mean.
Did you ever learn composition on the Hill? I _didn't_!
”The woman who looks after the cottage put Lady Hickle to bed and tucked her up; placed a bottle of port in--all came out at the inquest--old Hickle's room, and left the house. Next thing, about two o'clock in the morning, a shepherd or something saw a blaze and went to look. Cottage on fire, old Hickle burnt to a cinder, and the girl hauled out of bed just in time, gibbering in French or something in panic I suppose.
”The charwoman thinks the curtains caught fire in the candle, and that the port had made the old man sleep heavily and that he was suffocated by the smoke.
”Full moon, too. What a sight it must have been! Place burned to the ground.
”I believe Lady Hickle is quite a girl and very beautiful--and is starting on a tour round the world or something--she'll get most of his millions, I believe. By the way, who _do_ you think have fixed it up.
Dear old b.u.mble and Diana Lytham. Heaven be good to him. Your turn next, old boy! Well she'll be darned lucky who gets you, see how well I trained you, d'you remember, etc., etc.”
The man sat still for some long time, then suddenly sprang to his feet and went aft.
The dressing bugle had sounded but he had not heard; the dinner bugle had sounded and still he had not heard, as he stood at the stern watching the swirling wash of the slow-moving boat.
”Full moon, too! She was hauled from her bed gibbering in French or something.”
He quoted the words, and crushed the letter savagely in his hands, for even in the fullness of his joy he remembered Leonie's words, ”Terrible things happen wherever I am--they follow me.” But in the greatness of his love he figuratively shrugged his shoulders, gathered his beloved into the safe haven of his arms, and closed the moonlit eyes with kisses.
Whilst a jet b.u.t.terfly fluttered in vain over a very decollete expanse which covered a heart agitated by rage and disappointment on the boat deck.
CHAPTER XXV
”And thy life shall hang in doubt before thee.”--_The Bible_.
Leonie and her aunt were having tea at the Ladies' Union Club, of which the latter was almost an original member.
You know the place where, arriving on foot or with the trail of the omnibus upon you in the shape of a two-penny ticket grasped tightly in your right hand, you receive a stony stare as welcome from the hall porter, and one of dead fish gla.s.siness from the rest of the staff.
There is a certain air of geniality diffused around a taxi arrival, but a _car_!--two or eight cylinder--owned, borrowed, or stolen, well!
there you win in honours, no matter _what_ kind of private address you camouflage with that of your club.
Having cleared a way across the tobacco-laden atmosphere, through which can be spied ladies, young and old, inhaling and exhaling with more vigour than grace, they had ensconced themselves in the seat for two which lies isolated from the jumble of chairs and couches.
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