Part 4 (1/2)

It was an epithet Mary Gray would not have thought of. Indeed, she stared at the hero in fascinated awe, but would not have known how to express an opinion regarding his looks. Fortunately, Lady Anne did not wait for an answer to her question--had not, perhaps, ever intended that it should be answered.

”It is very like,” she went on. ”Half Greek G.o.d, half fanatic. He led his charges with Bible words on his lips. He spent the night before a battle in prayer and fasting. He was as stern as John Knox, and as sweet as Francis de Sales. The only time his light deserted him was when he married Matilda Stewart. We were all in love with him. I was, although I ought to have had sense, being ten years his senior and a widow. He picked the worst of the bunch. Luckily, he could get away from Matilda, for he was always fighting somewhere, and perhaps he never found out. He kept his simplicity to the day he died. Some people thought he married Matilda because she was one of the Stewart heiresses, and the Drummonds were as poor as church mice. They didn't know him. It was more likely he'd marry her because she was plain, with a face like a horse, and was head over ears in love with him. I will say that for Matilda. She was desperately in love with her husband, although no one would believe now that she had ever been in love with anybody.”

Lady Drummond delayed about coming to her guests. Lady Anne tapped an impatient small foot on the floor.

”She's heckling someone now--take my word for it,” she said.

Then her face wrinkled up, shrewdly humorous.

”What are you thinking, child?” she asked. ”Thinking of how oddly we in the world talk of the friends we go to visit? I don't trouble the Court much. But I am interested in Gerald's boy. I should like to know how he is going to turn out. Not much of her Ladys.h.i.+p in him, I fancy.”

However, there was no question of Mary's judging her benefactress; and Lady Anne smiled as she noticed that the girl had not heard her question, and watched the innocent, tender, wors.h.i.+pping look with which she was gazing at Sir Gerald's portrait. The smile faded off into a sigh. ”_Ah, le beau temps pa.s.se!_” The expression on Mary's face recalled to Lady Anne the one romantic pa.s.sion of her life, which had come to her after widowhood had put an end to a marriage in which esteem and liking for an elderly husband had taken the place of love.

”You must excuse me, Anne.”

A monotonous, important voice broke into Lady Anne's dream like a harsh discord, shattering it to atoms.

”You must excuse me. I've been interviewing my gardener. In your town life you are spared much. Considering the size of the gardens here and the labour I pay for, the yield is far too little. I expect the gardens to pay for themselves, and send the fruit to market. This year there is a great falling-off.”

”It has been a wet summer,” said Lady Anne.

”Ah! and who is this young lady?”

Lady Drummond's voice told that she had no need to ask the question. She had heard of Anne Hamilton's extraordinary freak and had suggested that for the protection of the interests of Anne's relatives she had better be put under proper restraint. Still, she asked the question. One would have said from the deadly monotony of Lady Drummond's voice that she could not get any expression into it. Yet she could on occasion; and the chilling disapproval in it now made Mary look up in a frightened surprise.

”This young lady, Miss Gray, is my companion,” Lady Anne said, with a stiffening of herself for battle and a light in her eye which showed that she had not mistaken Lady Drummond's challenge, and had no objection to take it up.

”Ah!” Lady Drummond again lifted the lorgnette that hung at her belt and stared at Mary through it. ”The young lady is very young for the post, and a companion is a new thing--is it not, Anne?--for you to require.”

”You mean that I never could get one to live with me,” Lady Anne said good-humoredly. ”Well, Mary and I get on very well together--don't we, Mary?”

”Miss Gray is very young.”

”If we are going to discuss her, need she stay?” Lady Anne asked. ”I am sure she is longing to see the gardens. I couldn't get round myself. The damp has made me stiff.”

”Can you find your way, Miss Gray?”

Lady Drummond was plainly anxious to be rid of Mary, and made an effort at politeness which was only awkward and discouraging.

”I think so,” said Mary, looking round with an air of flight.

Lady Drummond's disapproval chilled her. She was not accustomed to be disapproved of, and it filled her with a vague terror as though she had done something wrong ignorantly.

She glided out of the room like a shadow. As she went, Lady Drummond's unlowered voice followed her.

”Your choice is a very odd one, Anne Hamilton. That gawky child, all eyes and forehead. I remember I wanted you to have my excellent Miss Bradley.”

”I wouldn't have your excellent Bradley for an hour....”

But Mary had fled beyond the hearing of the voices. She had no curiosity to hear any more of Lady Drummond's unflattering remarks concerning her.