Part 26 (1/2)
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
TINKER DISOWNS HIS GRANDMOTHER
On the eve of their departure for Arcachon, Tinker and Elsie were sitting in the gardens of the Temple of Fortune, taking a well-earned rest after a farewell bolt into the Salles de Jeu, in which Elsie also had played a gallant and successful part, for the somewhat obscure reason that it was the last bolt: so strengthening to her character had been companions.h.i.+p with Tinker. She was receiving, with modest pride, his congratulations on having penetrated deeper than himself, to the innermost shrine, the Trente et Quarante table, in fact, when they saw coming towards them a large, majestic, white-haired lady, a small, subdued, mouse-haired lady, and a man of doubtful appearance.
Without causing him to pause in his congratulations, Tinker's active mind had placed the two women as a wealthy Englishwoman and her companion, and was hesitating whether to place the man in the cla.s.s of Continental Guides or private detectives, when he pointed to the two children, and said something to the majestic lady.
”That's the little boy, is it? Then you two go and sit on the next seat while I talk to him,” said the majestic lady in a voice which lost in pleasantness what it gained in loudness; and she came to the seat on which Tinker and Elsie sat, while her attendants walked on.
Now to call him a little boy was by no means the quickest way to Tinker's heart, and he watched her draw near with a cold eye. But all the same when she made as if to sit down, he rose and raised his hat with a charming smile. She sat down and looked him over with a cool consideration which provoked his fastidiousness to no admiration of her breeding. Then she said:
”Are you Sir Tancred Beauleigh's little boy?”
”I am Hildebrand Anne Beauleigh,” said Tinker in a faintly corrective tone quite lost on her complacent mind.
”Hildebrand Anne! Hildebrand Anne! She called you Hildebrand Anne, did she? The impudence of these minxes!” said the majestic lady, and she sniffed like a lady of the lower-middle cla.s.ses.
At once Tinker knew that she was Lady Beauleigh, and that she was speaking of his mother. But his face never changed; only the pupils of his eyes contracted a little; and he drew a quiet, deep breath of satisfaction. He had always hoped for an interview with her, his father's step-mother, and he knew that he had the advantage; for he was armed with a very fair knowledge of her, imparted to him by his father, who thought it well to put him on his guard; and of him she knew nothing.
”Who's this little girl?” said Lady Beauleigh, surveying Elsie with her insolent stare. ”Send her away. I want to talk to you alone.”
”This is my adopted sister, Elsie. You may talk before her; it doesn't matter how confidential it is. I always tell her everything,” said Tinker in a tone of kindly but exasperating patronage.
”I don't care! Go away, little girl!” said Lady Beauleigh, and Tinker was pleased to see the colour rise in her cheeks.
He stayed Elsie, who was rising to go, with a wave of his hand and said gently, ”Is it important talk?”
”Yes; it is!” snapped Lady Beauleigh.
”Then I'd rather she stopped. My father says you should always have a witness to important talk,” said Tinker, and he smiled at her.
”Stuff and nonsense! I'm your grandmother!” cried Lady Beauleigh angrily.
”Ah, then your name is Vane,” said Tinker sweetly.
”Vane! Vane!” Lady Beauleigh gasped rather than spoke the hated name.
”It's nothing of the kind! It's Beauleigh! I'm Lady Beauleigh!”
”I'm afraid there must be some mistake. You can't be my grandmother on my father's side. My father's mother is dead,” said Tinker in a tone which almost seemed to apologise for her error.
”You must be very stupid, or very ignorant!” cried Lady Beauleigh.
”I'm your grandfather's second wife, as you ought to know!”
”Oh, I know, now,” said Tinker; and his face shone with his sudden enlightenment. ”You keep a bank.”
”I--keep--a--bank?” said Lady Beauleigh in a dreadful voice.
”Oh, not a roulette bank or baccarat bank,” said Tinker with well-affected hastiness. ”One of the shop kind--where they sell money--with gla.s.s doors.”