Part 32 (1/2)
He was rewarded by a radiant smile.
”That is much better,” said Connie approvingly. ”Now you shall have some breakfast. After that I have a great deal for you to do.”
”What?”
”You can take us for a drive in the car.”
”Us?”
”Yes--us. Me, d.i.c.ky, and his fiancee,” answered Connie very distinctly.
”Righto!” replied this maddening man unconcernedly.
Connie heaved a patient little sigh, and repeated:--
”Me, d.i.c.ky, and--his fiancee.”
This effort was more successful.
”Righto!” said Carmyle once more. ”Freak engaged again?” he added as an afterthought.
Connie cast up her eyes in a piteous fas.h.i.+on, as if to imply that it is better to have a husband like this than none at all, and replied resignedly:--
”Yes. It's a long story. I wrote you a letter about it last night.
Here it is in the post-basket. Read it now; while I run and break the news of your visitation to Lady Adela.”
By the time that Connie returned, her taciturn but capable husband had mastered the contents of her letter--parentheses, italics, notes of exclamation, and all--and was ready to receive the orders of the day.
”Now, listen,” commanded Connie swiftly. ”At breakfast you will invite d.i.c.ky and Tilly to come for a run in the motor. I don't know anything about that girl, but I had a long talk with her last night when we were getting ready for bed, and she is the right sort. She seemed to like me, too. What did you say?”
”Nothing,” replied the exasperating William. ”Go on.”
”Anyhow,” continued Connie, ignoring a mysterious chuckle, ”I am not going to have her pumped and bullied by Lady Adela and Sylvia before she has found her feet. Therefore we will take her and d.i.c.ky away for the day. Get your invitation off at breakfast, before Lady Adela begins organising a party for church. The young couple can have the back seat to themselves, and I will come in front with you.”
”Anything you like,” replied Carmyle cheerfully. He had been looking forward to an indolent morning with Connie in the smoking-room, for he really had had a hard week; but he never questioned the dispositions of the small G.o.ddess who controlled his movements. Whatever she ordained was right.
”Thank you, Bill darling! I love you very much.”
Mrs. Carmyle stood upon tiptoe, and with an affectionate sigh endeavoured to lay her head upon her husband's left shoulder. Mr.
Carmyle gave her no a.s.sistance. He merely removed his sovereign-purse with some ostentation from his left-hand waistcoat-pocket to his right.
II
”This is the first time that you and I have been out in a motor together, Tilly,” remarked d.i.c.ky a few hours later, taking advantage of a jolt on the part of the car to annihilate a portion of the s.p.a.ce which separated him from his beloved.
Tilly, availing herself of a margin which instinct and experience had taught her to provide for such contingencies as this, moved a corresponding number of inches farther away, and pointed out that they had enjoyed a motor-ride together only three days previously.
”On a motor-'bus,” she explained.