Vixen Volume II Part 10
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Mr. Vawdrey stood in the background, waiting till those affectionate greetings natural to such an occasion should be over.
But to his surprise there were no such greetings. Mrs. Winstanley went on fanning herself vehemently, with a vexed expression of countenance, while Violet bent over and kissed her. Captain Winstanley swayed himself slowly backwards and forwards upon the heels of his boots, and whistled to himself sotto voce, with his eyes fixed upon some lofty region of empty air. He vouchsafed not the faintest notice of his stepdaughter or Mr. Vawdrey.
"It's really too bad of you, Violet," the mother exclaimed at last.
"Dear mamma," cried Vixen, in blank amazement, "what have I done?"
"To go roaming about the country," pursued Mrs. Winstanley plaintively, "for hours at a stretch, n.o.body knowing where to find you or what had become of you. And my telegram lying there unattended to."
"Did you telegraph, mamma?"
"Did I telegraph? Should I come home without telegraphing? Should I be so mad as to expose myself knowingly to the outrage which has been offered to me to-day?"
"Dearest mamma, you alarm me. What has happened?"
"One of the deepest humiliations I ever had to endure. But you were roaming about the Forest. You were following the instincts of your wild nature. What do you care for my mortification? If I had telegraphed to my housekeeper, it would not have happened. But I trusted in my daughter."
"Dear mamma," pleaded Vixen, looking anxious and bewildered, "if you would only explain. You make me miserable. What has happened?"
"Violet, your stepfather and I had to drive home from the station in a fly!"
"Oh, mamma!" cried Vixen, with a gasp. "Is that all?"
"Is that all? Do you think that is not enough? Do you understand, child?--a fly--a common innkeeper's fly--that anybody may have for half-a-guinea; a fly with a mouldy lining, smelling of--other people!
And on such an occasion, when every eye was upon us! No; I was never so degraded. And we had to wait--yes, a quarter of an hour, at least, and it seemed ages, while Pycroft's fly was got ready for us; yes, while a rough forest pony was dragged out of his wretched stable, and a man, whose face had not been washed for a week, shuffled himself into an old coachman's coat. And there were all the porters staring at me, and laughing inwardly, I know. And, as a last drop in the cup, Colonel Carteret drove up in his phaeton to catch the up-train just as we were getting into that disgraceful looking vehicle, and would stop to shake hands with us both, and insisted upon handing me into the horrid thing."
"Dear mamma, I am more sorry than I can say," said Vixen gently; "but I was afraid it was something much worse."
"Nothing could be worse, Vixen."
"Then the telegram was to order the carriage to meet you, I suppose?"
"Of course. We telegraphed from the Grosvenor at nine o'clock this morning. Who would imagine that you would be out of doors at such an hour?"
"I am not often out so early. But something happened this morning to put me out of temper, and I went for a ramble."
"A ramble lasting from ten in the morning till half-past four in the afternoon," remarked Captain Winstanley, with his gaze still fixed upon empty s.p.a.ce. "Rather a long walk for a solitary young lady."
Vixen appeared unconscious that anyone had spoken. Roderick Vawdrey felt a burning desire to kick the new master of the Abbey House.
"Shall I pour out your tea, mamma?" asked Vixen meekly.
"If you like. I am utterly prostrate. To have no carriage to meet me on such an occasion! I daresay everybody in the Forest knows all about it by this time. When I came home from my honeymoon with your poor papa, the joy-bells rang all the afternoon, and the road was lined with people waiting to get a glimpse of us, and there were floral arches----"
"Ah, mamma, those things cannot happen twice in a lifetime," said Vixen, with irrepressible bitterness. "One happy marriage is as much as any woman can expect."
"A woman has the right to expect her own carriage," said Captain Winstanley.
"I am afraid I have paid my visit at rather at unfortunate moment,"
said Roderick, coming forward and addressing himself solely to Mrs.
Winstanley; "but I could not go without saying How do you do? I hope you had a pleasant journey from Scotland--bar the fly."
"How do you do, Roderick? Yes; it was all pleasant except that last contretemps. Imagine the d.u.c.h.ess of Dovedale's feelings if she arrived at the station adjoining her own estate, and found no carriage to meet her!"
"My aunt would tuck up her petticoats and trudge home," answered Roderick, smiling. "She's a plucky little woman."
"Yes, perhaps on an ordinary occasion. But to-day it was so different.
Everybody will talk about our return."
"Most people are still away," suggested Rorie, with a view to comfort.
"Oh, but their servants will hear it, and they will tell their masters and mistresses. All gossip begins that way. Besides, Colonel Carteret saw us, and what he knows everybody knows."
After this, Roderick felt that all attempts at consolation were hopeless. He would have liked to put Mrs. Winstanley into a better temper, for Violet's sake. It was not a pleasant home atmosphere in which he was obliged to leave his old playfellow on this the first day of her new life. Captain Winstanley maintained a forbidding silence; Mrs. Winstanley did not even ask anyone to have a cup of tea; Violet sat on the opposite side of the hearth, pale and quiet, with Argus at her knee, and one arm wound caressingly round his honest head.
"I've been inspecting the kennels this morning," said Roderick, looking at the new master of the Abbey House with a cheerful a.s.sumption that everything was going on pleasantly. "We shall begin business on the first. You'll hunt, of course?"
"Well, yes; I suppose I shall give myself a day occasionally."
"I shall not have a happy moment while you are out," said Mrs.
Winstanley. "I used to be miserable about poor dear Edward."
Vixen winced. These careless references to the dead hurt her more than the silence of complete oblivion. To remember, and to be able to speak so lightly. That seemed horrible.
"I doubt if I shall hunt much this season," pursued Captain Winstanley, as much as to say that he was not going to be grateful to the new master of the foxhounds as a public benefactor, however many hundreds that gentleman might disburse in order to make up the shortcomings of a scanty subscription. "I shall have a great deal to occupy me. This place has been much neglected--naturally--within the last few years.
There is no end of work to be done."
"Are you going to pull down the Abbey House and build an Italian villa on its site?" asked Vixen, her upper lip curling angrily. "That would be rather a pity. Some people think it a fine old place, and it has been in my father's family since the reign of Henry the Eighth."
To the Captain's ear this speech had a covert insolence. The Abbey House was to belong to Violet in the future. Neither he nor his wife had a right to touch a stone of it. Indeed, it was by no means clear to him that there might not be ground for a Chancery suit in his cutting down a tree.
"I hope I shall do nothing injudicious," he said politely.
"My aunt will be back in a week or two, Mrs. Winstanley," said Roderick. "I shall bring her over to see you directly she settles down at Ashbourne. And now I think I'd better be off; I've a long walk home, and you must be too tired to care about talking or being talked to."
"I am very tired," answered Mrs. Winstanley languidly; "but I should have liked to hear all your news."
"I'm afraid that's not much. I only came home last night; I have been shooting grouse in Renfrew."
"Plenty of birds this year?" inquired the Captain, with a languid interest.
"Pretty fair. The rainy spring killed a good many of the young birds."
"Do you remember any year in which that complaint was not made?"
retorted Captain Winstanley.
Rorie took his departure after this, and contrived to give Violet's hand an encouraging squeeze at parting, accompanied with a straight steady look, which said as plainly as words: "You have one friend who will be stanch and true, come what may."
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